Suwako was of course a quiet sort, not the type to ask so much as the type to take when she saw something she wanted, save when she liked a deal, and as a result, When she noticed a being stopped by the administration to sign up for a class, she of course ignored it and moved around, wandering in search of something she'd... noticed. recently.
This was, however, Karl Jak's town, and Suwako was never the best at stealth in the first place.
"Excuse me, miss, but do you need directions?" The Secretary asked.
"err... yeah, to the place I was asking about." Suwako quickly lied, not sure if she'd really get in trouble.
"I don't recall you asking me..."
Suwako gave a mock look of hurt. "...So you ignored me too! Just like those guys at sign-ups..."
The girl looked to the floor, lower lip trembling as she put on her best impression of a young girl crying - befitting her own appearance.
"E-errr..." The woman added, cheerfulness slightly breaking as she looked a little shocked by the change in the little one's demeanor. "I-it's fine. I'll even write down the name for you. And where did you want to go....?"
Sniffing, Suwako rubbed an arm across her face, shielding it from view as she looked to where tall black and demonic had went. he'd seemed interesting if... eccentric, and she'd wanted to scope him out for if he was going to be someone she could use for a bit or a good target to take out first - or leave for last, within the chaos.
"Oh, I really wanted to go to the... firing range." Suwako added, sounding like a frog had gotten caught in her throat as she realized what a problem this was. Suwako didn't know Guns! maybe she could...
"F-for a, uhm..."
Luckily, the concern on the woman's face told suwako that she thought suwako's attitude was due to her holding back tears, and not, in fact, due to coming up with a story. It'd be weird to ask for a sling, right...? If this lady thought she could operate a sling, she could guess about suwako's age, and she didn't want that. She'd have to ask for a gun. Sanae, her descendant, brought them up a lot, but she didn't pay attention to much, and a missile launcher would both be more suspicious and... Suwako didn't pay attention to the other ones-
Oh, right!"
"A pear Stool! Big sis Sanae-"
The irony of the statement made it hard for Suwako not to snort.
"Said pearl stools would be good for someone small like me! I'd really like to try 'em."
The girl's head tilted, likely too impressed by Suwako's amazing bluff.
"r-right. I'll go write you odwn for a... 'pear stool.'" The girl added, a slight bit of amusement coming through.
Great. she'd made herself look like a complete idiot. this worked.
"Thank you soooooo much, lady!" Suwako cried, a big smile on her lips as she looked the picture of innocence.
"Oh, it was no trouble." The woman says back, before filling out the necessary forms.
The moment she turned around, Suwako turned herself, letting out a small sigh as she allowed her elongated tongue to loll out.
It was going to be a long day.
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With a devious grin, Suwako walked in on her fellow contestants, only to find.... Quite the selection.
A white robot with... was that divinity? She'd made a robot in her day with her powers, but in the end it had still been - just that, a robot. this being felt more like... well, some sort of demigod. Or a shrine maiden. Though it certainly didn't look cute enough to fill the latter part. It had sat down, starting to read like a beginner, with a friendlier face - a human, and a well-built one. After a long time of not seeing a well-built beefcake, she appreciated how easy the rough-and-tough man was on the eyes. The Idea of spawning a few tadpoles was whimsically entertained for a fraction of a second before being discarded - Sanae was enough adorable trouble.
Besides, after getting a look at the great big demon...
Well, Suwako decided to put her tongue back into her mouth.
It wasn't just the goblinoid nose, or the firey looking eyebrows that might be actual fire, nor was it the weird body he'd taken on - but there was a purity to him. a purity of evil that chilled Suwako to her core.
As a tyrant who'd ruled for thousands of years, the Evilness wasn't a problem of course. She'd seen her share of demons and monsters, even if this one wasn't very... monster. She imagined he might freak a few of the more orderly gods out, but Suwako was more of a mixed bag - and preserving world peace wasn't currently her job. No, the purity was the problem.as a god of Impurity, of filth, of those contradictions that made humans so... human, this eccentric personification of darkness was something her own divine nature didn't tolerate.
To put it simply: bleh!.
Still, Suwako gave a smile that was strained, as she looked to him and the rest, about to open her mouth....
And then, without an extra word, she looked to something she'd never expected to see.
Blonde hair. Glowing armour. beautiful earrings and a face that spoke of arrogance and confidence alike. Like pure gold, his divinity radiated to Suwako. A god most suited to her own nature, in comparison to the black ichor she had tracked in here. After all, this, here, was a god much closer in impurity to herself... an almost innocent divinity. a god and yet not quite a god.
Well, that was enough undressing everyone with her incredibly old and powerful eyes. It was time to introduce herself - after all, if she can ingratiate herself to some of these fools, perhaps they wouldn't be trying to eat her own to try and gain her power later.
And so it was that Suwako stood straight, adjusted her hat slightly, and confidently spoke to the rest.
"Hello. I am here to find the Pear stools! Could someone point to one of them."
The silence of pure awe radiated for a second or two, or that's what Suwako thought it was, at least.
She was swiftly corrected by the giggling snort of the human nearby.
"Pear Stools! Hahaha... I'm sorry, missy, I don't mean to laugh, but you don't really... deal with guns, do ya? I can point ya to a couple you can try." the Wiseacre replied.
"I'd enjoy that. It'll be a cool story to tell my kid I finally tried one of the damned things out." Suwako sighed with half-closed eyes, her tongue lolling out again as her shoulders sagged. Right. Maybe she should've just said "gun" and chanced it.
Without another thought on the subject, she shrugged and quickly followed Arthur's pointing. With a quick pick-up, she held the thing unsteadily in her hands. she had... a rough approximation of what end went where, but heck if she didn't know much more than that. It seemed the cowboy was busy, as the Demigod more emphatically read out words for some inscrutable reason, assisting the robot in whatever... that was.
Suwako gave a sigh, before offering an inscrutable grin. “Well, it seems those two are busy. You seem to know your guns. Do you think we could… help each other out~?” Suwako added with a much more calculated grin, leaving the double-meaning to hang in the air for a moment.
The part-god’s eyes narrowed in a way that worried Suwako, and the girl suddenly remembered a few old skits that played out this way that she’d rather not be the butt of the joke for, so she quickly added “After all, with the event starting so soon, I would think we’re all looking for some help to get ready.” She’d add with a slightly more neutral tone, really not trying to come off like she was hitting on the tall blonde. It was made a bit harder by the fact that Gilgamesh was, admittedly, hot, but she had a funny feeling he wasn’t looking for that right now.
“Suwako Moriya.” She’d add with a smile, extending a hand. “The curse goddess of mountains and earthiness.” She’d add.
“King Gilgamesh.” He would say with a wry smile, as though he was already trying to figure out how to work this new development to his advantage. Noticeably, he looked interested but not surprised at the claim of divinity - either he knew what to look for, or he’d really spent his time around the gods.
“So you offer me a-” Gilgamesh began.
“WHAT?! SO YOU JUST WANT TO LEARN HOW TO SHOOT GUNS?! Pfffh!” The nearby evil god would say, before casually picking up a rifle and firing. The bullet left the chamber and left an imprint right in the forehead.
Suwako’s eyebrows raised. Really? Of all people to be able to show her up, she didn’t want it to be this guy. She really didn’t want it to be this guy.
“SEE! WHEN YOU’VE BEEN AROUND THEM FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS, IT’S EASY TO MAKE A CRACK SHOT-”
Aku fired again, however, only to… miss the target entirely.
“ERRR… Practice… shot!” Aku added ,the tenor of his voice lowering slightly as his second shot went nowhere. Once again not bothering to aim, Aku fired a third time, only for it to hit the roof.
Suwako grunted in annoyance. The worst part wasn’t that her conversation was interrupted, or the fact that she’d learned about as much about shooting a gun from Aku as she had Peach farming from baboons. No, the worst part was that he’d confirmed he was, in fact, a very lucky demon. She wasn’t actually allowed to be careless with this one.
“JUST… LET ME… SHOW…” Aku yelled, and pretty quickly the halls were filled with more bullets than she’d thought could be in one ammo magazine.
Frowning, she turned to Gilgamesh, who seemed to be likewise annoyed at these interruption, eye twitching.
“Maybe this is a bit too loud of a place to be learning to fire guns?” Suwako would suggest.