‘Little girl!’ thought Tama seething with indignation, ‘I’ll show her little, I’ll punch her clear in the face, I’ll leave her whimpering beneath the feet of this ‘little girl,’ she almost followed through with her thought process before recalling that this was a battle of words. Her emotions caused her control over the wind jutsu she was using to dry her clothes to waver. The group could feel occasional pulses of wind push their hair back and ruffle their clothing a little. The outfit she was drying had a few tears cut into it by the vortex before Tama quickly stabilized it and her emotional state too.
She noticed the scathing glance the man who had carried her into the shop, who was also the heir to a wealthy gem mining family apparently, gave her usage of wind jutsu, and she returned it in kind. It was her power, so what say did he have in it? She wasn’t hurting anybody with it, in fact if you thought about it this was a type of practice. She was practicing her control of the jutsu, yes that was it.
And then he shushed her, not politely in any way, just a curt, direct, “Shush chatty one.” It took all of Tama’s willpower not to explode then and there. But the next instance where she was slighted would be the last; she would not endure it any longer than that. Be proud of me brother, she thought, I’m holding back, I’m restraining myself. Although, had she known that Ai had plans to make her into a geisha, a profession Tama found exceedingly boring, she would have snapped.
While the girly kimono-person and the effeminate man with money discussed business things, something Tama noted that her brother would have enjoyed listening in on and discussing, Tama checked on the condition of her clothes. They were no longer soaking wet, but the method she had chosen to dry them and left it slightly tattered and stiff. This depressed her a bit. As far as clothing went, this outfit was her utmost favorite, not that she’d tell anyone why. In fact, her wardrobe consisted of this outfit in every color imaginable. But the fact that this particular outfit was this worn, really saddened Tama.
There was a weak attempt to stroke Tama’s ego, flattery generally got Tama to be more malleable but one had to know what to praise about her. Beauty was one of those things the Tama could care less about, but accepted the praise directed at her as affirmation of a fact. Kimono girl then spoke about how a geisha’s debut was sacred, and that possessing a second-hand kimono was ill-omened in the geisha world and because of that it would be “unacceptable.” This statement caused a dark look to come over Tama’s face, and all she had heard after that was that last sentence repeating itself in that tone. When the man spoke again, saying that Tama had to choose between two debtors, one being geisha girl and the other being the effeminate heir to the diamond family, it was again in that same dismissive tone. It had become too much to bear, Tama snapped.
“Unacceptable,” she muttered, quietly at first, but then increasing in volume, “Unacceptable is it? To wear something that has been worn by another is unacceptable?” She clenched the slightly torn outfit in her hands. The thought was infuriating. Tama was from a large family, second-hand things were second nature to her. The outfit clenched in her fists was her father’s, mostly; the panda hood was Tama’s addition. It had been repaired and maintained for many years within the Mochizuki family, and was somewhat of an heirloom. In fact most of the clothing Tama owned was recycled from the hand-me-downs from her elder siblings, and some of her old clothing was then in turn handed-down to her younger siblings. Tama felt nothing but pride every time she thought about where her outfits came from. The feelings, accomplishments, and dreams of her father, her elder siblings, and every Mochizuki before her were encompassed within the clothes that were passed down. Hearing someone treat second-hand clothes with such regret, now that was unacceptable. Granted, the geisha probably didn't mean for her words to be taken that way, but Tama was offended nonetheless. It also didn't help that Tama was basically looking for a reason to become angry at the geisha girl.
Wind began to course around her body, picking up speed as she continued to respond, “I would not be indebted to you, geisha. Never. I don’t care about your geisha traditions, second-hand kimono or not, this kimono is not as important to you as you claim. Sure it might be your debut kimono, or it might not. And that stuff about cursing your career and stuff, I don’t know if that’s true or not. But if it was, you sure gave no thought to that when you offered it to me at the drop of a hat.”
“So I don’t know if you’re altruistic, stupid, or a hypocrite. Though I’m kinda leaning towards the hypocrite side, seeing as here you are now, getting compensation for your 'good deed.' I don’t see the need to repay any of you back, I never asked for anyone’s help.” Tama was now shaking with anger and anticipation of her now inevitable punishment. She knew that she was going to pay dearly for this outburst, and that she had failed at keeping her emotions in check, but she didn’t care anymore. “But fine, I can see where this is going, you got what you wanted, so you can take your money and go, geisha, I owe you nothing.” Even at full force, the wind swirling around Tama wasn't strong enough to pick up anything around the room, papers waved in the air and hair was blown around, Tama had retained enough sense not to blow the shop down around her. However, with her lack of control over her chakra expenditure, the wind soon died down. Drained, but still angry she turned to the effeminate man, “I still don’t see why I should have to, but I’ll choose to pay you back. What would you have me do?”
It was over, this battle of words; she had lost handily to the businessman and the geisha girl. So now she was forced to deal with the consequences. Defeated and tired, all she wanted now was to leave and go home to lick her wounds, both the physical ones and the ones that were dealt to her pride. This was not how she imagined her stunt to end at all.
(OOC: I apologize if it doesn't really make sense, the weirdest things set Tama off. But this really helped me flesh out Tama's character a bit more. Sorry Ai, it doesn't look like Tama is going to be friendly with you for awhile. XD)
She noticed the scathing glance the man who had carried her into the shop, who was also the heir to a wealthy gem mining family apparently, gave her usage of wind jutsu, and she returned it in kind. It was her power, so what say did he have in it? She wasn’t hurting anybody with it, in fact if you thought about it this was a type of practice. She was practicing her control of the jutsu, yes that was it.
And then he shushed her, not politely in any way, just a curt, direct, “Shush chatty one.” It took all of Tama’s willpower not to explode then and there. But the next instance where she was slighted would be the last; she would not endure it any longer than that. Be proud of me brother, she thought, I’m holding back, I’m restraining myself. Although, had she known that Ai had plans to make her into a geisha, a profession Tama found exceedingly boring, she would have snapped.
While the girly kimono-person and the effeminate man with money discussed business things, something Tama noted that her brother would have enjoyed listening in on and discussing, Tama checked on the condition of her clothes. They were no longer soaking wet, but the method she had chosen to dry them and left it slightly tattered and stiff. This depressed her a bit. As far as clothing went, this outfit was her utmost favorite, not that she’d tell anyone why. In fact, her wardrobe consisted of this outfit in every color imaginable. But the fact that this particular outfit was this worn, really saddened Tama.
There was a weak attempt to stroke Tama’s ego, flattery generally got Tama to be more malleable but one had to know what to praise about her. Beauty was one of those things the Tama could care less about, but accepted the praise directed at her as affirmation of a fact. Kimono girl then spoke about how a geisha’s debut was sacred, and that possessing a second-hand kimono was ill-omened in the geisha world and because of that it would be “unacceptable.” This statement caused a dark look to come over Tama’s face, and all she had heard after that was that last sentence repeating itself in that tone. When the man spoke again, saying that Tama had to choose between two debtors, one being geisha girl and the other being the effeminate heir to the diamond family, it was again in that same dismissive tone. It had become too much to bear, Tama snapped.
“Unacceptable,” she muttered, quietly at first, but then increasing in volume, “Unacceptable is it? To wear something that has been worn by another is unacceptable?” She clenched the slightly torn outfit in her hands. The thought was infuriating. Tama was from a large family, second-hand things were second nature to her. The outfit clenched in her fists was her father’s, mostly; the panda hood was Tama’s addition. It had been repaired and maintained for many years within the Mochizuki family, and was somewhat of an heirloom. In fact most of the clothing Tama owned was recycled from the hand-me-downs from her elder siblings, and some of her old clothing was then in turn handed-down to her younger siblings. Tama felt nothing but pride every time she thought about where her outfits came from. The feelings, accomplishments, and dreams of her father, her elder siblings, and every Mochizuki before her were encompassed within the clothes that were passed down. Hearing someone treat second-hand clothes with such regret, now that was unacceptable. Granted, the geisha probably didn't mean for her words to be taken that way, but Tama was offended nonetheless. It also didn't help that Tama was basically looking for a reason to become angry at the geisha girl.
Wind began to course around her body, picking up speed as she continued to respond, “I would not be indebted to you, geisha. Never. I don’t care about your geisha traditions, second-hand kimono or not, this kimono is not as important to you as you claim. Sure it might be your debut kimono, or it might not. And that stuff about cursing your career and stuff, I don’t know if that’s true or not. But if it was, you sure gave no thought to that when you offered it to me at the drop of a hat.”
“So I don’t know if you’re altruistic, stupid, or a hypocrite. Though I’m kinda leaning towards the hypocrite side, seeing as here you are now, getting compensation for your 'good deed.' I don’t see the need to repay any of you back, I never asked for anyone’s help.” Tama was now shaking with anger and anticipation of her now inevitable punishment. She knew that she was going to pay dearly for this outburst, and that she had failed at keeping her emotions in check, but she didn’t care anymore. “But fine, I can see where this is going, you got what you wanted, so you can take your money and go, geisha, I owe you nothing.” Even at full force, the wind swirling around Tama wasn't strong enough to pick up anything around the room, papers waved in the air and hair was blown around, Tama had retained enough sense not to blow the shop down around her. However, with her lack of control over her chakra expenditure, the wind soon died down. Drained, but still angry she turned to the effeminate man, “I still don’t see why I should have to, but I’ll choose to pay you back. What would you have me do?”
It was over, this battle of words; she had lost handily to the businessman and the geisha girl. So now she was forced to deal with the consequences. Defeated and tired, all she wanted now was to leave and go home to lick her wounds, both the physical ones and the ones that were dealt to her pride. This was not how she imagined her stunt to end at all.
(OOC: I apologize if it doesn't really make sense, the weirdest things set Tama off. But this really helped me flesh out Tama's character a bit more. Sorry Ai, it doesn't look like Tama is going to be friendly with you for awhile. XD)
Twas fun!]