Primavera is annoyed. (open RP)

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera is annoyed.

First the crazy puppet thing on Ron Weasley's hand tries to make her a seamstress. Make dresses for a puppet! As if Primavera would ever be caught dead slaving over a sewing machine! Well, not that she isn't technically dead already, but it's the principle of the thing.

Then she finally gets Sorted -- into Hufflepuff with Victor and Sadako, though she hasn't seen either of them around yet -- and she finds the house unbearable. This lunatic keeps pestering her. "Hi! I'm Morfin! I'm a Hufflepuff! You look sad!" You dumbass, this is the way a doll looks. I'm not sad, I'm just pissed off that you're still around. But she can't say so. She's only slipped up once so far here, with that horrid girl Gert at her Sorting. It's better not to show her temper.

So she decides to find somewhere else to play. Taking her little train case full of BPAL, she wanders through the corridors of the castle, nowhere affiliated with one house or another. Finally she finds a windowseat and settles there. She looks like she's pouting, but when doesn't she look like she's pouting?

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[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

...now she's giving him... perfume? But it's not girly-smelling, and he does like it, so why not? He takes the little vial of Megaera and... this one is feminine, warm and sweet.

Hmmm.


"I know someone who might like this."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

"An avenging goddess?" Primavera remembers her own goddess. "Like Lilith. She's ... our goddess, I guess you could say. To all the dolls. Like our mother, but dolls don't have children. This alchemy lab makes a scent in her honor too, and I used to wear it when I went out on jobs for Kito." She smiles a very sharp white smile. "I liked to think that Lilith could see me slit their throats."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Avenging goddess might be exaggerating, but she certainly has good reflexes." Her talk of dolls makes him uneasy, especially with Devi on his mind, but she is interesting. "Slitting throats is your job?"

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera doesn't think this person seems disconcerted at all, which is mildly surprising. "Well, if I didn't have time for anything else ... anything better." She finds another little vial. This one is marked Sin. "It depended on who Kito needed me to dispose of, and how discreet she needed me to be." She rolls the vial between her palms dreamily and uncorks it.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Interesting indeed. "And what would you consider 'better'?"

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera purses her lips in a small moue. "Let's put it this way. The government drilled a hole in my sacrum for the passage of a bellyspike when I'd be executed. When, not if. Before I left England. They killed my friends on national television. You could say I have some anger issues."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Anger issues? I can identify with that. What's a bellyspike, though? You make it sound like... well, not something improvised."

[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

"They aren't. The bellyspike is affixed to, well, the slab. The executioners lower a doll onto the slab so that the spike enters her umbilicus and exits through the trephinated sacrum. They don't wait until you're sentenced to death to make the hole for the spike. They do it as soon as you metamorphose ... and then they wait until you get older. I don't know why. Except that it probably gets them off."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"There's something I'm missing, isn't there? Because I couldn't follow that at all."