prismatica | Text (first part private, second public)

Private to Sakuya Izayoi:

[For a city with so much going on, Remilia still manages to find herself bored. It was not a rare situation for her. It was practically her default state at this point. What was not normal was that she was alone. Having finally managed to master the use of modern technology, she was intent on finding out why with the wonderful invention known as a text message. It was a strange sort of sorcery, but it worked.]

You have been out for some time, Sakuya. Have you hit upon misfortune?

[She insisted on typing her words out exactly how she would say them. It was a matter of pride for her.]

Public:

Satisfy my curiosity. Several months ago, I asked about inhuman people who had been brought here. Now, I would like to ask a more specific question. I am certain I am not the only one here upon which mortality has no grasp. If that description does not make it obvious, I speak of what is sometimes called the 'undead'. I find the term distasteful myself, but it is a word that is convenient to describe what I mean. I do not, of course, ask for you to divulge your secrets and weaknesses, it is mere idle curiosity.

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Sakuya's phone buzzed. She paused, reaching down into a pocket of space and withdrawing it. Her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. It was unusual for Remilia to contact her while she was out shopping. Text or otherwise.

I took a detour. I am looking at clothes. I intend to get a new outfit or two for myself.

Her texting was a little less formal than her speech though she still insisted on using proper punctuation.

[Thankfully, the little vampire isn't in a foul mood. Boredom and curiosity prompted her to contact the woman.]

I see. That is disappointing. Not your shopping, of course, but the fact that there is no trouble. I suppose I could always cause some myself.

[How little she actually means that doesn't really come across in text form, but if anyone would know how she thinks, it would be Sakuya.]

Is there a reason for your sudden interest in expanding your wardrobe?

The comment got a chuckle out of Sakuya. Though a part of her was relieved there was no trouble to speak of.

I have little to wear outside of my uniform. And being in uniform often earns me odd looks. Especially when I am alone. So I am trying to learn what is 'modern.'

[It actually had not occurred to Remilia that the outfit might be seen as odd. Back in Gensokyo, Sakuya was 'The Devil's Maid'. No one thought it unusual to see her dressed like that. Everyone knew who the silver haired maid was. Here, seeing a woman in a maid outfit might invoke much different thoughts.]

I suppose that is fine. I am surprised you are willing to wear something you did not make yourself, however. Or does that distaste only matter for my own clothing?

It wasn't like she could build up the same kind of reputation in a place so large. Especially with how fantastic the general public seemed to be.

I am not confident I can properly replicate these styles. That is why I am looking about today. I do not intend to purchase anything yet. I will be getting help from an acquaintance in making my selection.

[The same, unfortunately, is what Remilia has experienced. This is not a small, cozy little corner of the world, it is a sprawling place where she got lost among the crowds. Remilia did not like being merely a part of the crowds.]

I assume you mean you cannot YET replicate them. Still, I suppose I see no issue with you not going out in your uniform at all times. It is not that uniform that makes you who you are, after all. But enough of clothes, what is this about an acquaintance? Has this city made you more social?

Yet is correct. But modern styles seem to require stitches and fabrics that are difficult for human hands to replicate. Machines produce these clothes. It is easier to buy them.

[ The second question was answered in a separate text. ]

It is the young woman we met at the maid cafe. She sent me a picture of a maid outfit that she claimed to be a kind of costume and asked my thoughts. The conversation turned to clothing.

I see. I cannot say I understand a need for clothes so complex. If they cannot be made by hand, how will they be mended if the need arises? I myself prefer the ones you make with your own hand. Besides, the ones in the store do not have room for my wings.

So, that girl contacted you? I vaguely recall her. I do not recall being annoyed with her. She was no true maid, but she was not disrespectful.

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