They might. I don't know for sure if they'll do that, but I don't want to end up in a bad trade either.
[Masumi's not keen on letting the spirits escalate things out of control, so she's fairly determined to try and negotiate to keep things fair. As it is, she's still focused on her current negotiations, though thankfully the ghost in question has given up on getting a different kimono for the one it currently has.
The bad news: the ghost instead wants to see her do something interesting. Figuring this has to be better than trading clothes for clothes, she puts on her mask and summons up a kitsunebi, seemingly holding the illusory fire in her hands before letting it vanish again. This apparently works, because the kimono abruptly drops to the ground as the ghost claps and takes its leave.]
[When Masumi's trick does the work and the spirit relinquishes the clothing it pilfered, bargaining doesn't seem like the worst idea. Can kitsunebi even be called an interesting trick?
Having no intentions of letting Masumi "get ahead" of her, as if they're rivals or something, she turns quickly, averting her gaze. She's defensive of her own performance even if there's no reason to be.]
I'm looking for "A pattern that reminds me of the sea I'll never see." [Her fingers pass delicately along the cloth lining the rack. It had seemed easy at first: Just find a color close to water. But none of the materials actually seem right upon examination; nothing captures that sense of longing in Carol's eyes.] Hideously sentimental, isn't it? How disgusting.
[Keeping the mask on for now, just in case she has to do that again, Masumi heads over to see what Carol’s looking for, encouraged by her success with the earlier spirit.]
I don’t know, maybe this one wanted to see the sea in life or something.
[She’s more sympathetic towards them, and frowns slightly at Carol’s words even as she looks over the cloth.]
I’d rather not upset any of the spirits here, just in case. I don’t know what they’d do, but I don’t really want to find out.
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Even if it's what they wanted, it's impossible to obtain. Memories don't come from nowhere with nothing offered in exchange for them, and once they're lost there's no returning them.
[And despite how cruel she'd been about the spirit's desire, there's a tinge of understanding in Carol's voice. It's near-wistful, far more poetic than someone who destroys memories as easily as a fire destroys tinder should sound.
It's a moment that lasts only briefly; just as quickly, Carol's voice has its calloused edge back.]
That's what make this task challenging, if not impossible. So, if you're going to help, you can't just look for something blue or something embossed with scales. It needs to be something that looks like a dream.
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[Masumi's not keen on letting the spirits escalate things out of control, so she's fairly determined to try and negotiate to keep things fair. As it is, she's still focused on her current negotiations, though thankfully the ghost in question has given up on getting a different kimono for the one it currently has.
The bad news: the ghost instead wants to see her do something interesting. Figuring this has to be better than trading clothes for clothes, she puts on her mask and summons up a kitsunebi, seemingly holding the illusory fire in her hands before letting it vanish again. This apparently works, because the kimono abruptly drops to the ground as the ghost claps and takes its leave.]
Well, I just got a kimono back, how about you?
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Having no intentions of letting Masumi "get ahead" of her, as if they're rivals or something, she turns quickly, averting her gaze. She's defensive of her own performance even if there's no reason to be.]
I'm looking for "A pattern that reminds me of the sea I'll never see." [Her fingers pass delicately along the cloth lining the rack. It had seemed easy at first: Just find a color close to water. But none of the materials actually seem right upon examination; nothing captures that sense of longing in Carol's eyes.] Hideously sentimental, isn't it? How disgusting.
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I don’t know, maybe this one wanted to see the sea in life or something.
[She’s more sympathetic towards them, and frowns slightly at Carol’s words even as she looks over the cloth.]
I’d rather not upset any of the spirits here, just in case. I don’t know what they’d do, but I don’t really want to find out.
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[And despite how cruel she'd been about the spirit's desire, there's a tinge of understanding in Carol's voice. It's near-wistful, far more poetic than someone who destroys memories as easily as a fire destroys tinder should sound.
It's a moment that lasts only briefly; just as quickly, Carol's voice has its calloused edge back.]
That's what make this task challenging, if not impossible. So, if you're going to help, you can't just look for something blue or something embossed with scales. It needs to be something that looks like a dream.