(Subverting gender since the world was born)

[scarred_grin]

[OOMs: Night One, in which Loki plays bingo and Weyland decides to stay for a while (which is a euphemistic way of saying the story's nothing but sex and drugs), followed immediately by Loki's School for Wayward Girls, lesson one: gender and strength (no warnings there, much to Skaði's disappointment), and immediately following that: action is go]

But Pyrrha doesn't know about any of that, and she's the shape in which Loki comes down to the bar tonight. She's more subdued than usual, but you wouldn't know it to look at her--between her ridiculous boots and the crimped-and-teased-and-AquaNetted big-goth-hair she's got going on, she hits just over seven feet tall today, and that's not counting the feathers she's got stuck in her hair (that admittedly look a bit like a bird lost a fight with her hair, but she's okay with that). She's also got her usual tiny shorts, a faded Love & Rockets shirt (band not comic) and a small backpack she'd made to look like a cartoonish cute stuffed zombie doll (the zipper's in its neck).

Anyway, she does her drunken-marionette-runway-stomp up to the bar, to order herself a cherry coke slushie (with an umbrella) and a chicken sandwich with fries. She's very hungry for some reason.

Botherable.

[open until forever but slows are <3]

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[scarred_grin]

She doesn't smile, but it takes a lot of effort not to--she's not sure how much give she has, and doesn't want to tear anything.

But she almost-smiles plenty, tilts and turns her head to get a look at different angles, and even gives her reflection a bit of a Kubrick stare just to see how it looks.

This is one pleased Pyrrha.

[ostro_goth]

"Is it to your liking?" Teja asks, still behind her, even though he has let go of her.

He would only ask questions now that she can answer by nodding, or shaking her head.

[scarred_grin]

Is it ever.

So much so, in fact, that if he doesn't dodge or deflect her he's about to get an enthusiastic hug.

It's perfect, and she has just the thing to wear it with.

[ostro_goth]

No, he does neither dodge nor deflect at all.

[scarred_grin]

A hug it is, then! She's careful not to catch her new ornament on his hair or her own, but she is clearly very enthusiastically happy with his work.

[ostro_goth]

And Teja hugs her back, also careful. "I am glad it pleases you," he says.

[scarred_grin]

If only all the things she'd recently learned how to say in sign language weren't really obscene... but then practicality has never been her strong suit.

Either she's going to need a plan, or not wear this around other people very often.

For now, she continues almost-smiling.

[ostro_goth]

"You may put a straw for drinking through here, if you wear it for some event," Teja says, touching her lip with his little finger between the barb-wire.

[scarred_grin]

Oh, that should work just fine. She'd hate to pass out from dehydration; she loses enough of her days as it is, and passing out would mean falling off her shoes and that never ends well.

She nods in understanding, and gives him her best over-the-top demon impression, which is no doubt more funny than scary.

[ostro_goth]

"I am sure the children of my people would be truly afeared if they saw you," Teja says, which may be a polite way of saying that indeed, he is not.

[scarred_grin]

Well, in that case--

Yeah, she makes it worse by adding pretend-claw motions, which mostly make it look like she's doing an impression of sloth hands.

She can laugh at herself. In fact, she's doing it right now. She's just in too good a mood to be a scary demon right now.

[ostro_goth]

"The little ones would run screeching," Teja says, gravely, "and Alaric and Witichis would maybe even fetch their weapons."

Yes, he is amused by that.

[scarred_grin]

It turns out that there's a limit to how much of a giggle-fit she can have without moving her face very much, and she's reached that point.

Still trying very hard not to smile, she reaches up to start unhooking her new jewelry.

[ostro_goth]

Teja gives her his best Teja stare, grim and dark as any, so she should not need to laugh more before she has freed her mouth.

[scarred_grin]

Somehow that just makes it worse, like if somebody told her not to laugh.

But she does manage to take her new ornament off before breaking down completely into a fit of laughter.

"You're better at this than I am," she says when she is able to speak again.

[ostro_goth]

"At what?" Teja says. "Not speaking?"

It was odd to have her this silent for so long.

[scarred_grin]

"I was gonna say being serious," she says, "but you've got me there too. I do talk a lot, it's kind of a nervous thing."

If being able to fill every available space with words were a superpower, she'd be unstoppable.

[ostro_goth]

"I can even be serious and not-speak at the same time," Teja says, gently mocking her.

[scarred_grin]

"I was doing that before," she says. "At the bar, before you got there. I was very serious and very quiet. I was actually having kind of a vulnerable day, but I'm feeling a lot better now, so why shouldn't I be less than serious?"

[ostro_goth]

"So, newly forged ornaments will drive away a 'vulnerable day', and unpleasant seriousness?" Teja says.

[scarred_grin]

"...well, that and somebody nice to talk to," she says. "I'm a pretty simple girl, I don't need material things to make me happy--not that I say no to presents, that would be rude, but you know. My day sure got better."

[ostro_goth]

"I am honoured to be considered such," Teja says, still faintly amused.

Nice is a word that none of his people would have used in connection with him.

[scarred_grin]

"Well, you are," she says. "I know I'm a little strange and I've got things going on and all, but you don't treat me like some kind of a freak. You just treat me like a normal person, and I appreciate that."

[ostro_goth]

"You are a normal person," Teja says. "I was friends with Nobodies; compared to them, any flesh-and-blood creature is a normal person."

Even one that is an avatar of Loki, and doesn't even exist all the time.

[scarred_grin]

"Well, compared to them, maybe," she says. "But there's different kinds of normal, it's relative, and for a flesh-and-blood person I may not be. I got layers, and stuff."