Dara { Yamatagi Madara } (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cursegod) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
expiationnet2024-06-15 12:13 pm
cursegod) wrote in expiationnet2024-06-15 12:13 pm
[network video @dara]
[It's unusual for Dara to post to the network, let alone a video! No tail to be seen, and her "legs" are covered up by the length of her yukata. The only thing interesting thing about her bare-bones apartment is that half her table is covered by canisters of loose leaf tea. There are several mugs filled, only partially touched, and it seems that Dara is creating a ranking order for the drinks.
One set of hands are devoted to scribbling down notes about each tea. Another set holds two different mugs, and she seems to be trying to figure out which one is better by taking a sip of each in turn. Her last two hands are dedicated on writing out 謝罪 on a different set of papers-- two blank and four others marked with the kanji. When the left hand finishes its work, the pen is switched to the right to write on the last blank page. Dara addresses the camera as her gaze remains focused on her writing:]
I figured I should let everyone know that things are settled between me and Gogol. If any of you have complaints about what happened with the miasma and snakes, I'll hear them now. And...thanks for those that helped me out, even if it wasn't intentional. I owe favors to many of you, and I like to clear my debts.
[While the god busies herself with writing and talking, a red clad hand peeks into frame. Playing with the viewers' perspective that hand pretends to pinch her head between the forefinger and thumb once, twice—before retreating back behind the camera to presumably rejoin the rest of the cameraman. Then, with the last page of 謝罪 done, Dara gathers the papers and crushes them into a ball. The wad of papers is dropped into one of the mugs, immediately soaking up the leftover tea inside, which is then thrust towards her companion.]
Here, letters of apology. Also stop trying to ruin the tea on purpose. You're messing up my rating system.
[The broadcast stops.]
One set of hands are devoted to scribbling down notes about each tea. Another set holds two different mugs, and she seems to be trying to figure out which one is better by taking a sip of each in turn. Her last two hands are dedicated on writing out 謝罪 on a different set of papers-- two blank and four others marked with the kanji. When the left hand finishes its work, the pen is switched to the right to write on the last blank page. Dara addresses the camera as her gaze remains focused on her writing:]
I figured I should let everyone know that things are settled between me and Gogol. If any of you have complaints about what happened with the miasma and snakes, I'll hear them now. And...thanks for those that helped me out, even if it wasn't intentional. I owe favors to many of you, and I like to clear my debts.
[While the god busies herself with writing and talking, a red clad hand peeks into frame. Playing with the viewers' perspective that hand pretends to pinch her head between the forefinger and thumb once, twice—before retreating back behind the camera to presumably rejoin the rest of the cameraman. Then, with the last page of 謝罪 done, Dara gathers the papers and crushes them into a ball. The wad of papers is dropped into one of the mugs, immediately soaking up the leftover tea inside, which is then thrust towards her companion.]
Here, letters of apology. Also stop trying to ruin the tea on purpose. You're messing up my rating system.
[The broadcast stops.]
no subject
[THAT'S CALLED PUSHING IT! Which is why, in an hour or so, Sha-Ming's going to have random sores pop up in his mouth for the rest of the day.]
I'm not spending my money on that, but feel free to donate one. It's your weird idea, after all.
no subject
[ OK, HE'LL STOP NOW. he's going to be spending his day lamenting the fact that he can't kiss anyone like this. ]
Do I look like I got money to you? [ be so serious. ] Listen, I'm just saying, if you wanna make him suffer you can put that one in yer notes. See? I'm being helpful! Bad guys deserve bad punishments.
no subject
[These two really don't get that actions have consequences, huh?
What a perfect pair!]Listen, I don't need to do anything else to make him suffer. It's not like I want to be spending time with him anyways. Besides, embarrassing people isn't my style. I could just crush his legs instead-- that's much less tedious than buying a collar!
no subject
[ thank God she cursed him already ]
Have it yer way, Ms Goddess. People like him don’t really take physical suffering seriously. You’re better off going for his pride — that’s the easiest way to kill a man from the inside out.
Except for me. Cause I got none!
no subject
[The alternative response would be "unfortunately, I'm in a relationship".......BUT SHE'S NOT SO BOLD.]
Don't need to explain that one to me. Comparing him to a dog-- well, that is an understatement for what I did to him.
no subject
[ ... ]
[ ... ]
[ He's right here you two? He can see what they're talking about! They're both audio right? In the background of Dara's message the low rumble of Nikolai leaning over to whisper cursed knowledge in her ear can be heard if someone is paying enough attention.]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lCy04DTYTmA
[ and then he hears, uh, that voice and freezes. just for a split second. thankfully, he has a high performance stat, so he recovers quickly. ]
Well if it isn’t the man of the hour! [ sha-ming barks out a laugh. ] Sucks to be you, but hey, it’s like they say: fuck around and find out.
[ but he’s whispering and— why is he whispering… ]
You talkin’ shit about me, dogboy?
no subject
[Damn, it is so weird to have Gogol close to her face. Good thing he doesn't have any weapons on him. Still, Dara allows it and ends up frowning to herself because wtf you two?
...To be fair, they are both very strange people in her mind.]
Whether both or neither of you enjoy pretending to be dogs, I honestly don't care.
[This is not how she expected this conversation to pan out.]
no subject
oh. is this how he wants to play? that’s fine. sha-ming will accept the challenge. sorry dara. ]
Wooooow. Having sexual fantasies about some guy you barely know is pretty crazy even for a guy as gay as you, Gogol!
[ he’s smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. great stuff really. ]
You should give ‘im permission to use a dating app sometime, Dara. Might help relieve whatever he’s got going on.
no subject
I have to admit I'm ama~zed by the lack of filter! It's really impressive.
[ It's the talk of giving him permission that puts him in an even more foul mood. It's bubbling underneath the surface.
He pokes his finger into the top of Dara's head. If he has to be uncomfortable with this arrangement so does she. ]
Charming as he is I think I'll leave this one to you.
[ Y'ALL EVER SEE A CLOWN LEAVE AN INTERACTION SO QUICKLY ]
I gigglesnorted at that link
Sha-Ming, if you're going to flirt with him, don't put me in the middle-!!!