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[wetworking]

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[Boredom was an interesting thing. Hazuki was sure some Contractors must experience it- she was sure she had, at times. In this City most of all. And if it did not interfere with the basic tenants of her personal safety, she did not see anything wrong with trying to erase that irksome thing.

She had very few hobbies, however. Perhaps she should get a new one. ... If only something out there seemed interesting.

As it was, she was curbing that odd instinct by walking the streets. Taking advantage, some might call it. Perverse retribution was what Hazuki thought of it as. She, whose contract required her to kiss men so intensely after using her powers, uncursed, and the rest affected?

It was almost funny.]

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Is this supposed to be emotional, or physical?

I can't tell.


[ooc; feel free to encounter Hazuki anywhere in the city. However, if you're a man she will... actively avoid being near you if you seem cursed.]

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[signatures]

Is what?

[wetworking]

This "curse".

[flensing]

[Anna has been, truthfully, avoiding being out in public lately. She feels nervous about who might be watching her, taking stock of her, making plans for her. She knows it's a paranoia, something scarred into her by bad memories, but those dark things are so strong that she can't justify disregarding them. She also can't justify hiding, a life devoted to fear is no life at all, and she's been blessed with this opportunity to live.

Still, she feels... reticent for company, but she also can't justify ignoring Miss Hazuki.

If nothing else, she pauses to wave, smiling faintly.]

[mortemscintilla]

[ He doesn't find the curse amusing. Childish thrills. Irritating consequences. His sole objective is to get off the streets. It was a tactical error to be out after midnight. He knew when curses struck. But the dearth of wetwork - of purpose - left him antsy. ]

[ And making mistakes. ]

[ Noticing the familiar woman, he nods politely. Focused on nothing but getting home. ]

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[signatures]

Ah, the kissing bit?

[synanthrope]

[She's taking a walk. It's not like kisses - men, women, it doesn't matter - matter to Saya, so she's not really caring who she runs in to or doesn't on the way.]

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[wetworking]

Precisely.

[wetworking]

[Polite.

It's a joke. She knows who he is, and even with how things turned out... she cannot look upon him kindly. Even if he hadn't killed her, he had tortured her. He had led to what killed her.

She stops walking. And she stares. Cold.]

[wetworking]

[This woman is familiar, though she knows very few things first hand. She is straight forward. She suggested a threesome with herself and Tony Stark.

... Interesting, to say the least.

Interesting enough to slow as she sights her, dipping her head.]

[wetworking]

[Hazuki, meanwhile, slows the moment she notices Anna. There is no reason she should feel so attached- no logical reason, and that is slightly troubling to a Contractor, whose brain is based on the logical and the tactical.

So removed from emotion is the mind of a Contractor that she wouldn't be able to even begin identifying why she felt that strange attachment. (Namely, that Anna was what Yoko might have been like, if Yoko had lived. But she hadn't. The torture had killed her, and she'd ended up a bloody, broken corpse, not a traumatized woman struggling to regain a spark. It was like looking at Yoko, if Yoko had lived.)

Yoko had been...]

Anna.

[Called out, even though she had no logical reason to hail her, stop her, speak to her.]

[synanthrope]

[Saya looks over at her; noticing her, it seems, for the first time.]

The woman who kissed Tony.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki just looks back, completely deadpan. This is her mildly intrigued look.]

The woman who suggested a ménage à trois.

[synanthrope]

[A very slight shrug]

No point now, I suppose.

[wetworking]

I wasn't interested in including him either way.

[Honesty is always the best policy. And hey, he's not even here to be offended.]

[synanthrope]

But me?

[wetworking]

Potentially.

[synanthrope]

[That's as good a victory as any, and Saya kisses Hazuki on the mouth. It's a very expert kiss.]

Curse.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki's is likewise. You don't get forced to kiss as obeisance for your contract and not end up good at it. Not as often as Hazuki uses her contract, anyway.]

If you want to call it that.

[synanthrope]

Flattery.

[wetworking]

Honesty.

You're good.

[synanthrope]

Thank you.

[A kindred spirit. No emotions, and inhibitions]

[wetworking]

[Who needs them? The only inhibitions Hazuki has are the ones that deal with personal safety.]

It would be wasted on the likes of Tony Stark.

[synanthrope]

He's not here, so I suppose it doesn't much matter.

[wetworking]

True.

[She's not stepping away from the closer space of after!kiss. If anything, she's slowly presenting more aggressively.]

Other things could matter.

[synanthrope]

Yes.

They could.

[She presses her mouth just against Hazuki's skin, not a kiss but a touch]