Post by Bobbie on Sept 9, 2022 14:08:06 GMT -5
Watching her company, long-haired woman nodded, indicating that she meant no offence by her comment but merely offered it out of polite courtesy.
“Tanako… Tanako Momochi.” It didn’t take a lot of pushing for the woman to give her name, especially after this supposed Miss Carbone gave hers. Quite the contrary in fact, Tanako considered herself not the least bit secretive as with only the slightest form of questioning, she would have no issues with providing answers. All one needed to do was ask.
With that, she began to follow after Claudia, the woman with a pocket full of money to offer a good meal that her body was yearning for as if it had been starved for days. Of course this was not the case, but her hunger tormented her perpetually and it seemed no amount of food would ever be enough to assuage her appetite for more than a matter of minutes. It was a heavy emptiness that she lived with and carried with her everywhere she went.
It was ironic that the emptiness within her was what held the greatest weight, and perhaps it was for this reason that every movement seemed to rattle the woman’s body, each step requiring so much effort that her brittle-looking frame struggled to handle. She swayed from left to right as she moved one foot in front of the other, her bare feet touching the cold floor, though it wasn’t unpleasant. Her shoulders would occasionally shift, as her hanging arms seemed to pull them dangerously close to edge of their sockets, and needed to be adjusted. In doing so, her body lurched forward or to the side in protest of any movement, as if her physical being was at odds with her mind that commanded it to move.
Inevitably, she would fall behind and her wings would have to beat the air once or twice to give the woman a boost and close the gap between her and the kind lady she was following. They would then disappear underneath her hair to be concealed once more.
“Strangeness?” she asked, echoing her words as if they confused her, then met her gaze as her eye would peep through the thick strands of hair that formed blinds in front of her face to shield her from the rest of the world. “A devil fruit, yes.”
As she uttered those words, she found that she needed to pause and think about it. Was it an honest answer? No, not really. Well, not entirely. Her devil fruit gave her many abilities, but the manner in which she moved was not necessarily all due to the mysterious fruit she ate.
“I’ve always been flexible, Miss Carbone.” She corrected her previous answer, “I don’t know when my body became so heavy, however…” Again, she had to pause, as that was another dishonest answer. She knew very well when this change happened, but she couldn’t quite put the blame on the fruit or the dreaded event, as they did both occur on the same night. “Do you believe in witches, Miss Carbone? I was wronged by a witch... and so I sought revenge." her tone was reduced to an anguished moan as she spoke those words, the memory causing her soul to ache. "Now I believe I am cursed, Miss Carbone… to walk this earth with a weight heavier than lead that bears down my heart and my body…”
“Tanako… Tanako Momochi.” It didn’t take a lot of pushing for the woman to give her name, especially after this supposed Miss Carbone gave hers. Quite the contrary in fact, Tanako considered herself not the least bit secretive as with only the slightest form of questioning, she would have no issues with providing answers. All one needed to do was ask.
With that, she began to follow after Claudia, the woman with a pocket full of money to offer a good meal that her body was yearning for as if it had been starved for days. Of course this was not the case, but her hunger tormented her perpetually and it seemed no amount of food would ever be enough to assuage her appetite for more than a matter of minutes. It was a heavy emptiness that she lived with and carried with her everywhere she went.
It was ironic that the emptiness within her was what held the greatest weight, and perhaps it was for this reason that every movement seemed to rattle the woman’s body, each step requiring so much effort that her brittle-looking frame struggled to handle. She swayed from left to right as she moved one foot in front of the other, her bare feet touching the cold floor, though it wasn’t unpleasant. Her shoulders would occasionally shift, as her hanging arms seemed to pull them dangerously close to edge of their sockets, and needed to be adjusted. In doing so, her body lurched forward or to the side in protest of any movement, as if her physical being was at odds with her mind that commanded it to move.
Inevitably, she would fall behind and her wings would have to beat the air once or twice to give the woman a boost and close the gap between her and the kind lady she was following. They would then disappear underneath her hair to be concealed once more.
“Strangeness?” she asked, echoing her words as if they confused her, then met her gaze as her eye would peep through the thick strands of hair that formed blinds in front of her face to shield her from the rest of the world. “A devil fruit, yes.”
As she uttered those words, she found that she needed to pause and think about it. Was it an honest answer? No, not really. Well, not entirely. Her devil fruit gave her many abilities, but the manner in which she moved was not necessarily all due to the mysterious fruit she ate.
“I’ve always been flexible, Miss Carbone.” She corrected her previous answer, “I don’t know when my body became so heavy, however…” Again, she had to pause, as that was another dishonest answer. She knew very well when this change happened, but she couldn’t quite put the blame on the fruit or the dreaded event, as they did both occur on the same night. “Do you believe in witches, Miss Carbone? I was wronged by a witch... and so I sought revenge." her tone was reduced to an anguished moan as she spoke those words, the memory causing her soul to ache. "Now I believe I am cursed, Miss Carbone… to walk this earth with a weight heavier than lead that bears down my heart and my body…”
Tanako: #c1ddfd