ALL THOSE EYES ON ME ♦ exam for Kim

Unlike many of her guild mates, Kistiñe was a genuine late sleeper. She stayed up later than almost anyone in the guild doing jobs or other...things, but generally she had legitimate reasons for sleeping in as late as she did, even if her guild mates thought otherwise. Before regaining human form, it wasn't readily apparent that she was even close to clocking in as many hours asleep as she did--she had been restless and antsy as a bird--but that fact was slowly being made apparent to the rest of the guild. If anyone would ever venture into the Latina's bedroom, the first thing that they would notice is that it was generally a mess--clothes were thrown in the corners or hung haphazardly on bedposts and the edges of furniture--but the other thing one would notice if the covers were strewn about is that she rarely slept in anything other than a bra and panties; it was hard to tell if it had to due to with her semi-regular promiscuous activities, or if she suffered from hot flashes in the middle of the night... Regardless, such a sight would likely make even the most closeted pervert smile and anyone with any decency be mildly disgusted at the very least.

As she tossed and turned in bed, trying to catch onto any amount of sleep she could to avoid chores or boring daily activities, there was a knock on the door. She opened her eyes and groaned inwardly, hoping that whoever was at the door would leave after a moment or two. She closed her eyes again, rustled herself back to sleep, and tried her best to ignore the disturbance...however, after a while, she felt a pair of eyes watching her like a hawk. All she wanted was to sleep in for another hour or two--she was genuinely tired from the night before--but it seemed as though whoever was there would not go away. Sitting up, she yawned and blinked with her hair matted against her face and sticking out in all directions (for some reason or another, she had thought it was a good idea to start growing her hair out). There was a moment of awkward silence before Kistiñe remembered that there was someone staring in disgust at her half-naked body. Her face, once the very definition of lethargy, became livid. She had nothing against the person in front of her--she was just doing her job, after all--but it was invasive that the woman had decided to barge into her room without even waiting for a reply.

"¡Sophia, sal de mi dormitorio!" Kistiñe shrieked, blindly throwing a halo past the Black Rose secretary.

Sophia, who had ducked, tried to explain what she was there for, but was cut off by the Latina incessantly yelling "Out!" on repeat...in Spanish--after several halos hitting the wall in the hallway and the door frame, the door was slammed shut and the intruder was no longer in Kistiñe's room.

With a huff, Kistiñe crossed her arms and tried to blow a strand of hair out of her face. However, her surprise and anger quickly simmered down into annoyance, and she thought that it was probably best to go and see what it was Sophia wanted. Rather than scour her closet for something, the Hispanic woman dug around in the piles of clothes that were strewn about her room to find something to put on in a pinch: a white tank top and a pair of black athletic shorts were the first two that caught her eye, and that is what she went with. Not bothering to do anything about her hair, the Latina opened the door and looked at what appeared to be an understandably and equally annoyed Sophia.

"Sophia, what do you want?" she asked in her noticeably musical accent, her voice a tad hoarse from her previous bout of yelling.

"Izayuki needs to see--," she replied--that was all she got out before a pissed off and barefoot Kistiñe stormed down the hallway to find out where the tanuki was. Eventually, she caught sight of Kaisto and Kim standing just outside the door to what looked like Iza's personal office.

"¡Iza!" the Latina said, trying not to yell, "¿Qué es tan importante? ¡Estuve tratando dormir!"

Translation:

An exam for Kim? Barring that one time in the tavern, it was hard to say that the Latina knew the pink-haired girl all too well. And, while it was impressive that someone so new to the guild had managed to rank up so quickly, it was hard to care so much as to willingly participate in their examination. It was unfortunate, really, that Kistiñe did not know her guild mates nearly as well as she would have liked to; with her jobs and semi-regular night owlish sleep schedule, it was hard to find any common hours of the day to socialize and flirt with her guild mates. On top of it all, she was tired, cranky, and in no mood to sit there and listen to Iza of all people blather on about the details of some creature the guild wanted in a cage; although, even on a good day, the Latina hated talking about boring topics such as job details.

With that in mind, Kistiñe let out a contemptuous huff. "Chica, si eso es todo lo que me quería para el, creo que sólo volveré a dormir," she said, rolling her eyes and starting to walk back down the hallway towards her room. One could chalk up her sour attitude to the fact that she was tired and had been rudely awakened--and, in part, it was--but it might have also been that time of the month; at this point, it was impossible to tell...

Translation:

Kistiñe did not notice the vine coming up through the floor boards to wrap around her leg as she tried to walk back up the stairs to her room. However, she did take notice of Kaisto as he began to blather away about being the only adult in the room or something like that--she was too tired to care exactly what he said--and it started to get on her nerves as she paused in the middle of the stairwell. She shook her head and took another step before her guild mate opened his mouth again; this time, she snapped at him.

"¡Cállate, pendejo!" she snapped stopping her ascent and turning her head towards Kaisto, "¿Por qué debería importarme que Kim puede tomar su examen? ¡No conocerla bien en todos!" It was then that the vine around her ankle tightened and yanked, pulling her foot out from under her and causing her face to hit the edge of the stair as she was dragged down the stairs. Once at the bottom, she held her face and groaned in pain, blood dripping from her more than likely broken nose. She looked at the blood on her hand, then glared daggers at the pink haired witch. Today would not end well, that was for sure...

HP: 70/75

Translation:

If Kistiñe did not already have a concussion from her "trip" down the stairs, then she certainly did after Kaisto's slap to the back of her head. The slap itself hurt, but her head was smacked against one of the rail posts on the stairs. At this point, her head was in a pained haze, her eyes were probably starting to dilate, and a faint ringing started in her ears. Overall, it was a mild concussion compared to something a football player or other professional athlete might experience in their line of work, but it would still be apparent to someone who had an eye for injuries such as this...however, whether anyone noticed in this heated exchange of words and blows was a different story entirely.

The Latina did not address Kim's threat--it was pathetic and counterproductive--and instead decided to focus what was left of her attention on her other guild mate. She had more than a few choice words for both of them, but most of her brain was focused on how much her head and face hurt. She stood up and wiped more blood from her nose before speaking. "Kaisto..." she said, almost spitting his name out, "¿Tienes los nervios llamarme un niño? Penoso."

However, before she could finish what she was going to say, he was already outside the door. With a tired sigh, the Latina lowered herself to sit down on the stairs and looking at the pink haired woman in front of her, laughing a little bit at the situation they were in. In truth, she did not hate Kim; she was presently annoyed with the witch, possibly angry, but it was extremely difficult for her to legitimately hate someone. It was quiet in the hallway for a minute before Kistiñe decided to say anything. She wiped another stream of blood with her hand and looked at it briefly before saying to the witch, "You won't kill me."

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