AU Workshop Post Here. Please note her appearance is similar to that in this icon. She doesn’t have an eyepatch or anything, but her left eye is still obscured by her hair.
A. No Colors Anymore, I Want to Paint it Black [Okay, well, this whole “being forced to vandalize everything in sight” thing didn’t sit well with Suzu, no matter how much she’s finally realized how weird the city’s become. There’s honestly so many things she still hasn’t wrapped her head around, yet so little time to do so.
Getting literally dragged around by a paintbrush dripping black paint is one of the major matters that prevented her from having time to think and assess what was going on. Suzu feels like she’s walking and overexcited Saint Bernard. Seriously, she just wants to go to class, okay?! Suzu can’t even bear to imagine how many buses she’s missed from this.]
S-S-S-Stop! Please don’t pull me in random directions, Weird Flying Paintbrush Thingie....! I-I don’t have much stamina, and my hand’s starting to hurt, so---UNYU!?
[Her failing attempts at negotiating with a sentient paintbrush are cut off as it causes her to slam into someone, the impact causing her to fall back onto the concrete. She opens her mouth to apologize, but no sound leaves as her face pales with deep horror. It’s clear that whatever it is, she is very sorry. Unfortunately, she’s too petrified thinking about the consequences to verbalize this properly.
That’s certainly a sizeable splatter of black paint on your nice shirt, or your face. Possibly both----Don’t let your dreams be dreams.]
B. People Turn Their Heads and Quickly Look Away [The whole world has gone to shit and the responsibilities of normalcy is still expected from everything. Isn’t that… weird? Why don’t some people get that this is weird!? Maybe she’s the crazy one?
Either way, Suzu’s glad that she’s done with finals, she can’t imagine how studying would be if her books were halfway towards being intangible… The literal sketchiness of everything still bothers her though, especially here, in the candy shop she works at, where colors are… kind of sort of a very important attraction to the shop? Then there’s this dumb paintbrush that refuses to leave her to work in peace.
She’s surprised that people are still coming in to shop. Especially you. Yes, you, walking through the door. Why are you even here?]
Welcooooome~ [The “cheerful” tone in her greeting sounds forced and unenthused, as does the rest that follows:] Is there anything I can help you with~? I don't think it's good to eat something with paint on it, but...?
[There’s also the fact that she doesn’t even bother pretending to smile. Rather, her gaze is averted elsewhere, with a weary expression indicating she is very troubled about something.
With how everything looks, it's pretty easy to guess what it is. Outlines and paint splatters up the wazoo.]
C. I See Your Retrospec, and Want It Painted Black [This is definitely a chat. A one-on-one chat on a weird app she never asked for. Terrifying. What does she even say? Should she close it? But that would be rude, right? Plus, she does have some questions… But what if she says something dumb? What if the other person sasses them and she can’t think of a good comeback? The stuff of nightmares.
So, for maybe a very agonizing long 30 seconds of typing and deleting, the best Suzu can come up with and finally send is:]
Hello?
[Nailed it.]
D. WILDCARD: Throw a completely different prompt at me or PM to brainstorm ideas!
Suzu Kuromori | Ensemble Girls!
A. No Colors Anymore, I Want to Paint it Black
[Okay, well, this whole “being forced to vandalize everything in sight” thing didn’t sit well with Suzu, no matter how much she’s finally realized how weird the city’s become. There’s honestly so many things she still hasn’t wrapped her head around, yet so little time to do so.
Getting literally dragged around by a paintbrush dripping black paint is one of the major matters that prevented her from having time to think and assess what was going on. Suzu feels like she’s walking and overexcited Saint Bernard. Seriously, she just wants to go to class, okay?! Suzu can’t even bear to imagine how many buses she’s missed from this.]
S-S-S-Stop! Please don’t pull me in random directions, Weird Flying Paintbrush Thingie....! I-I don’t have much stamina, and my hand’s starting to hurt, so---UNYU!?
[Her failing attempts at negotiating with a sentient paintbrush are cut off as it causes her to slam into someone, the impact causing her to fall back onto the concrete. She opens her mouth to apologize, but no sound leaves as her face pales with deep horror. It’s clear that whatever it is, she is very sorry. Unfortunately, she’s too petrified thinking about the consequences to verbalize this properly.
That’s certainly a sizeable splatter of black paint on your nice shirt, or your face. Possibly both----Don’t let your dreams be dreams.]
B. People Turn Their Heads and Quickly Look Away
[The whole world has gone to shit and the responsibilities of normalcy is still expected from everything. Isn’t that… weird? Why don’t some people get that this is weird!? Maybe she’s the crazy one?
Either way, Suzu’s glad that she’s done with finals, she can’t imagine how studying would be if her books were halfway towards being intangible… The literal sketchiness of everything still bothers her though, especially here, in the candy shop she works at, where colors are… kind of sort of a very important attraction to the shop? Then there’s this dumb paintbrush that refuses to leave her to work in peace.
She’s surprised that people are still coming in to shop. Especially you. Yes, you, walking through the door. Why are you even here?]
Welcooooome~ [The “cheerful” tone in her greeting sounds forced and unenthused, as does the rest that follows:] Is there anything I can help you with~? I don't think it's good to eat something with paint on it, but...?
[There’s also the fact that she doesn’t even bother pretending to smile. Rather, her gaze is averted elsewhere, with a weary expression indicating she is very troubled about something.
With how everything looks, it's pretty easy to guess what it is. Outlines and paint splatters up the wazoo.]
C. I See Your Retrospec, and Want It Painted Black
[This is definitely a chat. A one-on-one chat on a weird app she never asked for. Terrifying. What does she even say? Should she close it? But that would be rude, right? Plus, she does have some questions… But what if she says something dumb? What if the other person sasses them and she can’t think of a good comeback? The stuff of nightmares.
So, for maybe a very agonizing long 30 seconds of typing and deleting, the best Suzu can come up with and finally send is:]
Hello?
[Nailed it.]
D. WILDCARD: Throw a completely different prompt at me or PM to brainstorm ideas!