Two [So, being alive sucks. If Megumi were more introspective, she might think how interesting it is that she'd only been (un)dead for two months, compared to her fifteen years of being alive, and yet somehow those two months were enough to ruin the entire experience of being alive for her forever. How amusing is it, that those two months could feel more impactful and real and part of her than her actual lifetime? But Megumi's not that deep, so all she can consider as she picks her way through the streets of Bavan in an outfit you couldn't pay her to wear but it's all she was given, is that being alive fucking sucks.
That is, assuming this isn't just the actual afterlife.
She hasn't quite put together that she's "other" here, even disregarding how badly her pink hair makes her stick out. And no one's told her about the whole turning-into-a-monster thing. So when she's abruptly handed a pamphlet by someone who almost looks apologetic, she actually reads it instead of instantly tossing it aside. It just so happens to be for vampires. The more she reads, the more her brow furrows and her frown deepens.]
Who wrote this garbage? Are they serious about this? [The pamphlet sure reads seriously, like whoever wrote it buys wholeheartedly into what it's saying.]
I made this up it doesn't have a number [Remember that whole "couldn't pay her to wear this outfit" thing? We're remedying that. But Megumi's having some trouble trying to find a store that sells something worth fucking buying, and no tailors or custom manufacturers will sell to her. They keep saying weird things like "you're going to shred it in a month anyway" and "I won't have you disrespecting my craft" and also "you don't even have any money". After about five or six repetitions of this conversation, Megumi finally blows up at the next poor clerk treating her like the future monster she is.]
What are you even talking about!? Are you trying to say I'm fat?? I didn't want to buy your stupid clothes anyway!
Megumi Shimizu / Shiki / I am horribly rusty I apologize
[So, being alive sucks. If Megumi were more introspective, she might think how interesting it is that she'd only been (un)dead for two months, compared to her fifteen years of being alive, and yet somehow those two months were enough to ruin the entire experience of being alive for her forever. How amusing is it, that those two months could feel more impactful and real and part of her than her actual lifetime? But Megumi's not that deep, so all she can consider as she picks her way through the streets of Bavan in an outfit you couldn't pay her to wear but it's all she was given, is that being alive fucking sucks.
That is, assuming this isn't just the actual afterlife.
She hasn't quite put together that she's "other" here, even disregarding how badly her pink hair makes her stick out. And no one's told her about the whole turning-into-a-monster thing. So when she's abruptly handed a pamphlet by someone who almost looks apologetic, she actually reads it instead of instantly tossing it aside. It just so happens to be for vampires. The more she reads, the more her brow furrows and her frown deepens.]
Who wrote this garbage? Are they serious about this? [The pamphlet sure reads seriously, like whoever wrote it buys wholeheartedly into what it's saying.]
I made this up it doesn't have a number
[Remember that whole "couldn't pay her to wear this outfit" thing? We're remedying that. But Megumi's having some trouble trying to find a store that sells something worth fucking buying, and no tailors or custom manufacturers will sell to her. They keep saying weird things like "you're going to shred it in a month anyway" and "I won't have you disrespecting my craft" and also "you don't even have any money". After about five or six repetitions of this conversation, Megumi finally blows up at the next poor clerk treating her like the future monster she is.]
What are you even talking about!? Are you trying to say I'm fat?? I didn't want to buy your stupid clothes anyway!