figlia_morbida | Ryslig

[ She's something new; a borrowed blue form from Mana, just for a month. It's been a long time coming, but something impulsive, too. "Please give me wings," she asked the witch, and then she was emerging from the cracked shell of her old tree-self, zipping through Bavan as fast as she could think.

She expected an adjustment period; and the arms, at least, are a lot. It's a little bit hard to see through compound eyes, or at least make sense of the picture. But other than that, the adjustment is minimal. Nanami feels amazing.

She has to show her friends. So in she zips to Libeccio in the afternoon, only a couple inches tall at most, looking around for her friends - and zooming towards the first blob of color she sees. ]

Abbacchio-kun? Trish-saaaaan? Is anyone home??

[There is a bear in the restaurant. That's not true, there is actually a bear girl in the restaurant, as Libeccio's doors are too small to accommodate Trish's actual bear form. It's been an interesting balance because her ability only lasts for so long, meaning she has to pick and choose when to use it, which is annoying because it can't be "all the time". Especially during fog weeks.

Anyways, Trish is at a table writing sets for the human performers they've added to their roster, since performing monsters are hard to come by, and Libeccio is, ultimately, a place for people of all kinds. Monsters are simply a different sort of people, and certainly not the only ones with musical prowess.

All this to say it makes it only slightly less embarrassing when Trish startles at the sound of buzzing, a sound she hears much sooner than Toni does by virtue of being a monster. Toni is rearranging his corkboard of "Cairo's Most Charmingly Grotesque Orders" to be a little neater and also chronological in his place behind the partition, only pausing when he hears Trish gasp.

He knows that sound, and leans over the partition very tentatively.]

Signorina, I swear I swept every inch of the dining room floor. But it's getting cold, you understand, so the bugs...

[Trish shushes him, placing both her hands on the table and canting her head to listen. The buzzing is loud to her ears, but the interloper doesn't appear right away – until it abruptly darts through an open window. It turns out to be a big motherfucker, making a crooning noise Trish has never heard before in her life and which makes her skin nearly crawl off her body.

And...oh. It's coming right towards her?!

Trish screams, likely puzzling Nanami when she tumbles out of her chair.]

Toni, I swear to God! Do something or I'll start throwing chairs! Do you hear me...?!

[ Oh okay that's definitely Trish! She'd know that yelp and that voice anywhere.

Grinning, she flits closer to the table, looking around for her friend. She's not sitting at it?... ]

Trish-san, it's me!! Where are you...?

[ And that's the moment when Toni makes his heroic appearance. The man has fast reflexes and strong muscles, for a human; and Nanami's not really keeping an eye out for any sort of attacker. She's a monster, after all; who would attack her?

A moderately-sized flyswatter, apparently, which has seen heavy use due to Trish's well-documented phobia of bugs. It comes down with a solid WHAP which, to Nanami's tiny pointed ears, sounds like an earth-shattering SLAM.

And then the faerie's out cold, crumpled on the table. Play stupid games and all that. ]

[Toni is normally content to catch bugs and let them back outside, but that started to become impractical fast when he has to cook (leaving food unattended is bad!!) and Trish throws a mighty fit every time (also bad), not to mention how poorly it will look to customers to have flies out and about. Easier to dispatch them with an apology and a quick hand.

Mi dispiace, he murmurs, before bringing down the flyswatter on Nanami with all the strength he can muster. Make it fast and merciful for the poor thing, you know?

Trish hears that smack, but that doesn't mean anything to her. Not until Toni confirms it with his own eyes, and also cleans the tabletop afterward. Thus, she stays on the floor, glaring up at Toni through the veil of her ruffled bangs.]

Please tell me that did it.

[Obediently, Toni bends to inspect his kill, but. Hm.]

...Signorina, this does not look like your average dragon fly. It looks like a...a person!

[Trish makes a sound like Toni punched her in her ribs. He's got to be joking, right?]

Toni, what the hell are you talking about? You've smashed it beyond all recognition, how can it look like anything?

[With a huff, Trish rises enough to peer just over the edge of the table. He's right, this is a weird-looking insect. It has arms. Legs. It looks like a little blue person. Oh, could this be...a faerie?! No way, Toni couldn't kill a monster on accident, could he?

Toni scratches at his beard with the handle of the flyswatter, waiting for Trish's verdict. Which he won't get right away because Trish is doing her best to reason through it. There's no need to panic yet, right? Right?!

Okay, okay. Is this tiny person still breathing? If she reaches to poke them with cloth-wrapped silverware, do they twitch?]

[ The tiny blue faerie on the table is out cold. She is still breathing, and she has a pulse (though at this size, she's too small for Trish to feel that); when she's poked, her wings flutter instinctually; but that's it.

... She's not great conversation, knocked out as she is like this. But she's definitely very strange, and very buggy. No wonder both of the Italians mistook her for a real one. ]

[Trish squeaks when the bug noy-corpse moves its wings, like it means to get up and fly again, and she ducks as result, eyes squeezed shut.

But no buzzing persists.

Cautiously, she peers over the edge of the table again, and sees...the bug still there. And distinctly breathing, something Trish is sure bugs don't normally do?

Aw, shit.

Carefully, Trish rises to lean over the faerie – it's got to be a faerie, right? – and yeah, okay. It's definitely humanoid in shape.]

...Put that away, Toni.

[Trish says, waving her hand without taking her eyes off the bug-person. Toni dutifully steps away, while Trish debates her options.

That's when she unwraps the silverware, producing a spoon with a wooden handle, which she dips into her cup of water. Just enough to fill the deepest part of the spoon's bowl, of course, after which she will try to gently drip the cool water on this mystery faerie's face.

Hey, wake up.]

[ At this size, the drips are like an entire bowl of water being dropped onto the faerie's face. Nanami wakes up suddenly, sputtering and coughing; her proboscis twitches, unable to decide whether to spit or swallow the water suddenly in its passage.

She looks around. She was just flying...? And now she's prone on some sort of surface. A giant pink face is peering at her, a recognizable one even at this size and with compound eyes.

Nanami struggles to her elbows - two sets of them; her wings buzz a little, instinctually, but she doesn't take off; they're just trying to dry themselves. ]

Trish-san... hi... [ Nanami has some regrets. ]

[Trish jumps when Nanami's wings move again, but otherwise, the whole process of watching this bug-person regain consciousness is proof they're not an actual bug.

Like, their appearance is abhorrent, but they're not going to fly into her ear canal or crawl on her arms or legs unsuspectingly.

And then they speak in a very tiny voice, pitched up enough that her ears would flick if they weren't more human-shaped right now. But that voice is unmistakable, especially with that lexicon.]

Nanami...?!

[Oh, no. The poor thing.

If she doesn't resist, Trish will reach to pick her up in a loose hold almost reflexively, depositing the silverware onto the tabletop with her other hand so she can dab at the faerie's face with the cloth napkin.]

Are you okay? You're not seeing double, are you?

[She was unconscious, so it must've been a nasty blow to her head more than anything else. Her little wings are a little bent up too, but that's less worrying than potentially damaging her tiny, tiny skull.]

[ Nanami doesn't protest at being picked up - her wings buzz furiously for a few moments, but she clamps down on them, literally grabbing one of them in her bottom right hand and wincing at how it hurts.

She's really out of it. Whoever hit her was very good at it. Did Trish hit her? ]

Ah... [ Oh, right. She asked a question? uhhhhhh-- OH ] Everything's... kind of double, with compound eyes...

[ She gets a very tiny smile. She doesn't want to worry Trish!! Oh ow the napkin's a bit rough, though, and she ducks away from it, wiping at her face. ] Um... w-what happened?...

[The buzzing is bad. Trish is very valiant in only scrunching her shoulders and not doing anything else until the buzzing stops, because there's no way she's tossing Nanami back onto the table despite how alien she looks right now.

She doesn't realize how intense a fabric texture is at Nanami's size either, but she does stop trying to pat the faerie's face dry. It's hard to tell if it's still wet, really.

Nanami gets a frown in return, though, because she's either joking, or compound eyes are masking a head injury! Not good!

As for her reply...]

Toni swatted you.

[WELL.

Trish makes a face. Solely implicating the esteemed chef isn't fair, she knows.]

I asked him to swat you. But I didn't realize it was you! I thought you were an actual bug and I...

[Panicked? Flipped the fuck out? None of these options are noble or good.

A bear girl being afraid of bugs is the Ryslig equivalent of the old myth about elephants being afraid of mice.]

[ Okay, this... makes a certain amount of sense. She's finding the last few minutes difficult to remember, but... if she was here, a bug, in the Italians' pizza place... it makes sense she'd be swatted like one...

She flops down on her back, then winces and gets back up again, because that sure did fold one of her wings uncomfortably. Hold on. She's just gonna reach back and try to straighten it out-- why is it folded like THAT? ]

Sorry for... scaring all of you... [ The itch at the back of her head niggles her. She wants to brush it off. Well she is, isn't she?? ] Mm... he really is strong, huh...

[ The Italian-Swedish model's biceps are nothing to sneeze at. ]

[God, Nanami looks like Toni crumpled her into a ball with how rough she looks, wings misshapen and her poor body a little bit more than battered. Flyswatters sure do leave a mark when they hit just right...

And Toni's strong, sure, but Trish is almost certain he got away with that much damage only because of her diminutive size and not because a human would be able to outclass a monster. She knows this only because for awhile there, she was stronger than Abbacchio, a weird thing to consider when the man is twice her size vertically and horizontally. That's no longer true now that he's changed too, of course, but still.

Shaking her head, Trish reaches to cup her other hand around Nanami, since it feels like she ought to do something, holding the faerie like one might hold a tiny object they're afraid might blow away with the wind.]

You only scared me. Toni's not afraid of anything except my temper, like he ought to be.

[At least Nanami is talking. That's good. And her words are stilted but coherent. Even better!]

There's no need to apologize regardless. You're the one who got hurt, not me.

He's good...

[ She flutters her wings again, causing them to buzz, and flap against Trish's other hand cupping her; they seem to be working?... Maybe she shouldn't fly for a little bit, just to be safe. ]

I came to see you...! I wanted to show you what Mana did... but I probably should have texted ahead first...

[Trish can't help but make a face. The noise is bad, and the weird hum of buggy wings against her palm is worse? But it's Nanami, so Trish won't throw her.

Indeed...it's perfectly innocent, what Nanami wanted, but Trish can think of many people who would be a better audience to Nanami's compound eyes and indecipherable nose.

Giorno comes to mind, since he loves weird and gross animals, and has extensive knowledge about cryptic creatures Trish has never even heard of. She thinks about water bears occasionally, if only because they sounded like pure fantasy and frankly still do. He really is very similar to Fugo in the amount of trivia he can pack in his brain, although his is biological in nature while Fugo's brain has damn near everything else crammed in there.

Trish shakes her head.]

I'm not sure a text would've prepared me for this.

[She's gesture at Nanami's everything, but that's impossible right now, so she just inclines her head to communicate similar. This is a lot!!]

Look at you – you've got kaleidoscopes for eyes. I honestly can't tell where you're looking right now. You could be boring holes into my very soul and I wouldn't have a clue.

I'm not doing that!! [ But the tiny faerie does giggle at the idea. ]

They're taking a bit to get used to... I can't blink or cry, I think, and everything looks a little like a blur if I'm not focusing enough.

[ She sits upright finally, trying to focus - if she pays attention, she can see the ceiling, and also the fabric underneath her; Trish in front of her, and the window to one side and the rest of Libeccio to the other. ]

But I think they're gonna be really useful once I get used to them! Especially for flying... this way I'll be able to see everything, and not run into anything.

[ LIKE A CERTAIN FLYSWATTER ]

[Nanami????????? Does this mean you tried to cry on purpose???????

Trish can only blink down at her very tiny friend, as baffled as any bear girl could possibly be.

Bugs are simply too alien to even try comprehending, and every cheerful word out of Nanami's mouth settles in the back of Trish's throat like rising bile. Gross, gross, gross.

Imagine being able to see everywhere at once and never being able to blink to turn off the everything!!! Disgusting. Does this make Nanami a fly? Trish is making all kinds of faces and none of them are pleased.]

...I've no doubt you'll be very skilled at flying by the month's end. I'd be careful though. A month is probably not enough time to get used to having a sense that broad in scope.

I genuinely can't comprehend experiencing any of what you are without giving myself a headache.

[]Speaking of headaches...]

Do you want me to take you back to your apartment? I'm not sure I want to let you fly home after a nasty hit like that.

[ Nanami's closer to a dragonfly or butterfly, really, but some of her functions are similar to a fly's! But maybe all bugs are created equal to a werebear who simply cannot stand them. ]

You probably wouldn't like it... but that's why I wanted to experience it! It's hard for me to understand without experiencing it, either.

Mm... [ Where does she want to go now? ] I don't want to trouble you... [ Her wings flutter again. She still feels a little woozy from the flyswatter. ]

Maybe... back to the arcade? Oh! I could see if there's anything I can play while I'm small!

[Butterflies are fine from a distance. They look like stained glass given life, fluttering about the breeze in an idyllic way. Now, if Trish were to have one land on her nose, she'd forever lose the fantasy, because butterflies are bugs, and have all the insectoid features one ought to expect.

Nanami's shape doesn't obfuscate those, which is why she falls somewhere around "horrific", but it's tempered by the fact it's Nanami. Nanami won't crawl on her arms or buzz in her ear, so it's not great, but it's...fine.

It's fine.

Nanami is brave or insane or both, and that's neither here nor there. Right now, the real problem is getting her somewhere safe from anymore flyswatters. She's so small and vulnerable right now, though...

Trish makes a face.]

And how well is that going to go if you've got a concussion?

I mentioned your apartment specifically because you need to lie down for at least a few hours before you go gallivanting around playing games.

[She is no longer asking.]

[ She is definitely both things. As evidenced by her plan to be every monster, and many other things besides - including her next suggestion. ]

Maybe I'll be over it by the time we get there?...

[ She grins up at the big werebear. ] Ahh... there's living quarters at the arcade, too... I guess the apartments are closer, though! And I don't want to trouble you too much...

[ Despite JUST getting hit by a flyswatter. Well, Trish is starting to take her wherever she is anyway, now. ]

So... anywhere is fine, really.

You've never had a concussion before, have you?

[Trish replies flatly.

Nanami is just as egregious as her boys are about doing things while completely fucked the fuck up. Ugh!!!

Still, she's torn on what to do. What if Nanami tries to go to the arcade anyway? Trish rises, and calls out to Toni, speaking very bossily and rapidly:]

Toni! Porto a casa il nostro ospite distrutto! Pulisci questo tavolo e metti le mie carte nel retro! Li finirò più tardi.

[And to Nanami:]

I'm taking you to the arcade, with the caveat you point me to your living quarters and promise to stay there. Understood?

A-- mmm... I don't think I've had one... I'm not sure how I'd know...

[ And she's moving. Well, looks like she doesn't have much say in the matter. That's fine! She half-lays down in Trish's hands; her head and body do still hurt, and they'd like the rest after all, it seems. ]

There was that one time when we all went skiing... and then sometimes Nidai-kun's practices got pretty intense...

[ Trish has definitely already moved on and it takes Nanami a moment to realize that. ] Oh!! Um-- yes, yes that's fine! I'll show you!

[Trish has never had a concussion either, surprisingly. However:]

I knew a boy who went ass over tea kettle trying to impress us with his bike tricks. He assured everyone he was fine, then threw up all over the shared hallway after he tried to stagger to class.

[Unspoken but true: she only remembers this incident because of the vomit part. Vile.]

So unless you want to fly like you're drunk, you'll stay put until you feel somewhere closer to normal.

[Any amount of a persistent headache means you are banned, young lady. Harumph!!

Anyways, she has Nanami's agreement, and debates grabbing her purse before deciding it's not necessary. Instead, she adjusts her hold so the tiny faerie is held securely to her still-fuzzy chest. Annoying that her new form didn't banish the fluff entirely, but it's a small tuft compared to the usual mane she's got going on.

And then they're off! Toni is polite and jogs to the door, opening it and offering them a curtsy as Trish steps out.]

Who is Nidai, by the way? I don't think I've heard that name before.

Was he okay??

[ Nanami would much rather not throw up again. But Trish's chest is fuzzy, and she leans against it. Her pink friend is very soft and cozy after all. ]

Oh-- he's a friend! We went to school together. He was... [ And at this, Nanami feels a pang of longing for him. ] The Ultimate Team Manager. So he tried to bring everyone together with training, and things like that... he was very kind.

[ A gentle giant, in fact, much like Trish herself in night mode. ]

After some proper rest and hydration? Yes, he was.

[Heed the tale of the unfortunate daredevil, Nanami. Say no to flying while concussed.

Trish continues her promenade to the arcade meanwhile, listening to Nanami talk about someone from her home. The shady school, the place where Hinata learned to be so many things he walked away feeling like nothing. There's something to be said about pursuits for the sake of having them, rather than being passionate for them, and Hinata exemplified the emptiness of the achievement. But it seems like some people were specialized after all!

And Nanami, true to herself, made easy friends. Trish never got close to her peers that way, and she wonders about it. Not enough to be saddened or anything, but the general wonderment at how different Nanami's approach to people is.]

You have to be kind and motivated to be the heart of a group. It's like herding cats otherwise, I'd think.

[It strikes Trish that Nanami doesn't talk about home often, does she? Hm.]

...Did everyone at your school have a title?

[ There's something to that. For now, Nanami doesn't bring up how she was the one bringing together so much of the class, so much of the time - anyway, it wasn't just her; everybody had a hand in it, especially her teacher; even Komaeda played his own part.

So she's quiet for a little bit, not immediately answering Trish's question, as she reminisces. But eventually the question gets thru the faerie's head, and she looks up, squinting at the sunlight - when did they get outside? ]

Yeah. Well, sort of. Everyone in the main course had one. The reserve course didn't - so, Hinata-kun didn't have one. But all of my classmates did. Me too.

[ And, because she knows the question's coming, to get on top of it-- ]

I was the Ultimate Gamer. It was kind of silly, really...

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THIS IS GOING TO BE SO DUMB BUT SO DEVASTATING LMAO

today in harmony continues to be mean to chiaki nanami

horrible (i say while helping you)

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YOUR ICON DSKLJSALKSASKFAS

she got fucking KO'ed

ALL THE DEATH ICONS DFSFSDFDS

it's what you get for hurting her smh!!!!!!!

CRIES!!!

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smh at Nanami getting bent out of shape literally

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THAT ICON FDSDSF

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uses reg dayform icon....i need some skinchanger ones

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being self indulgent rn dont mind me

pings you with an old tag

catches it like a frisbee

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