ɱɑʀiɛ (coveted) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-04-01 10:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot, zdae lao, zmarie roque |
fire one
Who: Marie & Dae, Awesome Hair Twins
What: Dae offers her assistance
When: Recently
Where: Boudin
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Dae was following up on leads to get information on the resistance that was forming to combat what was building. Persephone told her that the “nice woman who owns Boudin” was a part of it, as well as the Sheriff. Dae had spoken to the Sheriff and now she was making her way to Boudin. She understood from listening to others that the owner’s name was Marie, and when she arrived at the restaurant and all its strange scents that the mermaid was trying to decipher, she asked for her by name at the bar. The two of them had spoken briefly over the network already in reference to the Mardi Gras party that the restaurant was having, but Dae had not made it over for the celebration. Danny told her to wait and then went back to fetch Marie, telling her she had a customer asking for her, and then he went back to work. Dae sat gingerly on the nearest bar stool and waited, looking around as she did. Her short hair in that moment was a pastel pink color with darker red closer towards the roots. Her clothes - wearing clothes was still so foreign a concept to her, but she followed the customs of the surface as she had learned them - consisted of a white t-shirt under a leather jacket and black jeans. The clothing was restrictive, but she rather liked the way it made her look. There were some things about the surface that Dae liked that weren’t done under the ocean. Clothing and personal style were some of them. Under the water, the furthest they went to make a style statement was the tattoos, and they held a much deeper cultural significance than they did an aesthetic pleasure - though Dae’s sleeve of tattoos were aesthetically pleasing to the eye, she thought. The bartender asked her if she wanted to order a drink and she only shook her head. On second thought, she changed her mind and called him back, asking for a water. Marie had been in the back working on a few odds and ends - budgets, specials for the spring season, some advertisements - when she was informed someone had arrived to see her. An interesting sort of twist to the day, because she hadn’t been expecting anyone - curiously, she went out to see who it was, dressed casually. The apron she wore for cooking was hanging up in the kitchen, but for the administrative stuff she had on jeans, a ‘spice girl’ t-shirt (actual spices drawn on the front as the design, not a homage to the 90s pop group) and comfy boots that climbed to about knee-level. “Bonjour, ma chérie,” she greeted - new customer, by the looks of it. New island person too? She didn’t appear familiar, though Marie found her aesthetically pleasing regardless - usually she wasn’t attracted to women for romps, but could still appreciate beauty. “Did you come to sample the menu? I have some comfort food with your name on it.” Red beans and rice, fried catfish, shrimp and grits - basically anything distinctly Cajun and Creole to warm the belly and the soul, the spirit. Besides, she was very much of the belief that one didn’t truly have gumbo until they had some of hers. “Are you Marie?” Dae asked the woman who had approached her. If this was Marie, she had a very interesting accent that Dae took a moment to place from her schooling years. She’d stood up when Marie approached, which made her shorter than she had been while sitting at the bar, but the mermaid straightened as much as she could. “Thank you, but no. My name is Daenna Lao. I’m an ambassador sent from the Mariana Trench by our leader, Kuzel, my mother.” Her voice lowered some so as not to broadcast to anyone nearby. “We were attacked by imps sent from the surface.” “Oui, I am,” Marie nodded, though she did a bit of a double take when the newest customer announced her...reasons for coming? Well, that was interesting. Usually she got people in here who wanted some spice in their life (no one else on the island did it correctly, the Nawlins way, and she wasn’t ashamed to toot her own horn in that regard). Hm. Perhaps this was a conversation suited for a dark corner somewhere? Or the back room. “Come with me,” she grabbed a menu anyway, in case Daenna changed her mind, and headed for the VIP section - or actually, it was just the most secluded booth - where she’d sat with Greg a few times - far away from the bar and the hustle and bustle of the restaurant. Nice and private, what she might call soigné to the rest of the staff. It was a French term that meant ‘fuck up this table or else.’ Granted, very rarely did anyone handle whomever sat at the table but Marie. Once they were seated, she pushed that mane of candy-pink hair over her shoulder. “So...” A prompt, somewhat. “What is it I can help you with, Ms. Lao?” Dae followed with a quick glance at the bartender, Danny, who was watching them go and who nodded at Marie as she passed. She took a seat and folded her hands in her lap, back straight and attention locked on Marie. Dae still enjoyed the simpler things in life, like the aesthetics of hair as it behaved on land and in open air. So soft and silky. She watched Marie move her pink hair with a wistful pang before focusing herself on the mission. “We received word of a resistance forming on the surface to combat threats like the imps that attacked us. I’m here to aid in those efforts and to use all my resources to ensure these attacks stop. I was given reliable information that both you and the Sheriff have a hand in the resistance. I’ve already spoken to Jayati, but I am here to also give my support to you.” Dae nodded and sat back a little, her own hair subtly shifting from black to blue as she tried to remember if she’d left anything out. “And please, just Dae is fine.” It was a battle-earned honorific, the shortening of her name, and she considered her mission here on the surface another battle. “Dae, then,” Marie smiled warmly. “Oui, you are correct though - Jayati entrusted me to put together a group of...people, let’s call them spies,” she began. She was casual as she said it - they were just two girls having a chat; their conversation wouldn’t be overheard. “We investigate when suspicious things happen here, and in other sanctuary cities. We also look at human-supernatural relations, looking at patterns and how things are done. Some supernaturals are able to live with relative quiet alongside humans, others....not so much.” Then there were those pesky pebbles-in-shoes, the counter-resistance. They were wasting their time, as far as Marie was concerned - and she didn’t like how their ‘leader’ obviously preyed off of insecure people, to get them in her clutches. Jayati’s sister knew what she was doing though, when it came to the siren song of promising power and voices to be heard. Only their ways of obtaining power just made things worse. “I presume you know of the Malcontents as well?” Spies! So, this was more organized than she had initially been afraid of. Good. This was very good. They were already established and in operation, not a new start-up group. She nodded along with eager interest to Marie’s information. Dae wasn’t sure how useful she’d be as a spy – she was much too honest to deceive or even pull off an emotion she wasn’t feeling – but she was excited that she was finally getting somewhere. Her mother would be pleased. “Mal… contents?” Dae cocked her head to the side, then shook it. “Unhappy people, I would guess?” It was not necessary for Dae to join up with Marie’s group, but either way, she was glad to have an ally. Especially one from under the sea, one well-integrated into those communities. “Well, yes, they are generally unhappy,” Marie chuckled darkly. “Unhappy with themselves, unhappy with humans - and because they are unhappy with themselves, they take that out on humans since they think they are owed something. They want to be top dog and not share with humanity - some even want humans gone entirely.” She found it somewhat sad, that they were willing to hurt whomever they had to in the name of ego - it wasn’t for justice for supernaturals though, they weren’t fooling anyone. Anyone with a brain, that is. “The sheriff’s sister is the leader. We work to dismantle the group as well.” She hummed then, feeling as if she needed something for this conversation - besides water. A Bloody Mary shot was in her not-too-distant future. “I am grateful for the offer of assistance with this, trust me - where do your skills lie, if I may ask?” Besides having fabulous hair, which Dae clearly did. Hearing that such an organization existed, that a group of people could feel so strongly that they were in the right that they’d seek to harm, or all out destroy an entire other species, it brought a sinking horrible feeling to Dae’s stomach and she felt her chest tighten. All the billions of humans who could be at risk boggled her mind. She wanted her pod safe, yes, but not at that cost. “That’s terrible,” she finally managed to breathe out. Her hair had gone from dark to light with her stirring emotions. Dismantling the group was most definitely a priority, but Dae was still not sure how the imps fit in. Where had they come from and who had made them? Was it possible it was this group of malcontents? Wetting her lips, she sat up straighter to answer Marie’s question. “I’m a warrior among my people. I lead them to battle and on hunts. I also speak the languages of the world and like most of the females in my pod, I can manipulate water and erect a kinetic shield for protection.” Pausing, she furrowed her brows. “How did Jayati’s sister come to lead this group? Is it a family feud?” Marie was thinking along similar lines - she frowned a bit, eyes narrowing in speculation. And she hated to be the bearer of bad news, but - you had to consider all options. “It is possible that this group, the Malcontents, they were behind the attack on your home. They aim to stir the pot wherever possible - they’ll hurt other supernaturals and then swoop in to ‘rescue’ them, while claiming that they’re the saviors, just to gain support for their goal of humanity’s downfall. It’s some manipulative bullshit.” There was probably some proper term for it, but Marie was no psychologist. She was just already over the Malcontents and their games. “I think it, at its core, lies in some kind of family feud though,” she added. There was really no explanation, no reason why Jayati couldn’t just go and fuck that dragon up - but maybe the bonds of sisterhood were preventing that. Which added an extra layer of annoyance. “I am sure we’ll need warriors. It will get worse, before it gets better.” |