[evening, video]

[badluckbabe]

[when the video clicks on it's a wickedly grinning Noir the Tsukaimon]

Hey! Hey guys! Something amazing has happened! Watch!

[he carries the camera to Jinx's room and opens the door. Jinx is on her bed face down in her pillow]

Hey Jinx? Why you hiding out?

[she groans] because since lunch I haven't been able to stop being incredibly honest and open and answer anything I'm asked and it's killing me! I already told you!

And what do you really think about my narration?

[growl] that you have talent but lack focus and need to practice writing every day to nurture your gift.

HA! I knew it! Now! Why were you so excited when you made a sand which by yourself the first night you were here?

[she throws the pillow at him]

BECAUSE I CAN'T COOK!

[feed cuts out when the pillow lands a hit]

Comments

[greatwork]

Damn good thing I've got both of those.

I think I'm getting the hang of hearing about those powers, though. Inborn talent, not the result of a theurgic contract?

[badluckbabe]

Correct, had it sense I was born as far as I know. My earliest memories are of just being unlucky and having people tell me I was cursed.

[she shrieks and throws the device across the street running away. Noir flutters over to pick it up]

Heh, sensitive about her past I guess.

[greatwork]

[Apologizing goes against most of what Alexandria stands for, but... Well, in this case, it's only right.]

Sorry, didn't mean to get that much out of you.

[badluckbabe]

eh...she's long gone but I'll pass it along when I catch up to her.

Cursed...that's gotta be rough for a kid. Suppose I took this a little too far?

[greatwork]

Pretty sure, yeah. Tip for the future, if someone starts screaming and running away, the response shouldn't be a 'heh'.

[badluckbabe]

Eh, she's a tough girl. A little embarrassment won't kill her. It might kill me though. Hope she takes good care of my digitama.

[greatwork]

Pretty sure she'd be justified in making it sunny-side up now.

[badluckbabe]

First off, I'd be better hard boiled...get it? Because she calls me Noir.

[greatwork]

Pun again and she won't be the one you have to worry about.