The Suitcase[Open/Social]

Something Grema had been curious about for a long time lay out in the open, ready for her to have a peek at it. The scientist had been... fascinated by the barmaid for a while now. So anything involving her immediately catches the woman's attention. One of the only reasons she even frequented the Inn was to... observe Haley from around corners. So far nobody else had noticed, let alone the barmaid herself.

Haley always had the suitcase near, and it always seemed to hide some sort of mystery. But now it was left alone with only a little sign to stop her. Practically glowering at it from around a corner, Grema prepared to pounce.

A small yawn left porcelain cheeks as Sakura had let out her expression of what normally would be perceived as sleepiness. As someone in her state, she needed no sleep anymore, so this yawn was purely of boredom to her. To feel sleepy was but a dream she wished for, but hadn’t envied any longer. The inability to rely on sleep let her spend her time awake to do more things that she had always wanted to do in life. Of course at this point, it wasn’t as fun as it used to, but it was still interesting to the little doll as it was.

The small clicks of her slip on dress shoes made small echoes in the halls of the inn, headed off to visit Madam Haley. She was in need of the barmaids help to which only she could help the small doll in wanting to figure out everything. At the same time, she did enjoy the position she was in; albeit catered to by mermaids who loved her inhabiting the body of the doll they created as a loving affection towards one another.

Tiny fingers poked around the hair draped over her shoulder. Her hair had been pulled around into a rope braid and fitted to the design of her dress. Without really turning away from it, she had thought it might look cute for a change to let her hair be done up for a change. However, as she headed into the barmaids room, she saw a figure peering outside the door. The little doll cleared her throat, trying to startle the stranger and walking around her, walking into the doorway without saying a word to them. She cared not to speak to them at the moment, but if they hadn’t of stopped her, she would look around Haley’s room and the note on the suitcase, knowing full well why the sign was posted. ”She isn’t here, you can go now. Madam Haley will be around soon.” She explained, having nothing better to do, Sakura would just wait around for her.

Grema’s whole body tensed as the soft voice spoke up. Then it was as if she was the doll as her head slowly creaked over to look on the other side of the door. Then looked down to see the literal doll that had been the one to greet her when the cyborg first entered this very inn, though her name was currently lost on the panicking woman.

If Sakura said anything else it was lost on Grema as another moment later you could very visibly, yet wordlessly, see Grema panicking and completely in shock.

Like this:

After that momment ended, the next found Grema quickly crab walking across Haley’s bedroom floor away from the small woman, noises of nervousness coming out of her mouth. She then got up and pointed dramatically at Sakura. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! Wh-who your talking about! WHERE YOUR TALKING ABOUT!? I DON'T KNOW ANY BEAUTIFUL BARMAID NAMED HALEY!! OR HER SECRET CHEST!! You-you small midget doll child!!” Grema screams out, still pointing at her guildmate dramatically.

The blonde doll had walked around the stranger without so much as a single word from them at all. She wasn't so sure if she was to go about saying anything at the moment, but without being stopped herself or anything, Sakura had no care, rime, or reason. As she continued on her way into Haley's immaculate looking room... considering the barmaid never slept in it, but just inside of her suitcase, she wasn't so sure what to do at the moment. Looking around the room, she hadn't found the woman lying on the floor unconscious from overworking herself to the point she collapsed into a long sleep, which to her was a relief as well.

The sound of the stranger suddenly blasting out words had made Sakura turn around to face her. Her eyes widened lightly as she looked at this cybernetic looking girl. Her head tilted to the side as she listened to her blabber on in such a very... different manner. With a silent sigh, she shook her head at the rambling until the woman called her a "small midget doll child". If not for the normal amount of self control she held emotionally, she would probably have gone off the wall at her. Luckily for the other person, her past made her very well held together mentally and emotionally, so she only shook her head out of disappointment. "Listen here, tin can... My physical appearance is rather low for you to go after. But I'll ignore your rather stalker-like attitude is not going to fly round me. Leave please. Madam Haley will be back when she gets back. Waiting around like some star-crossed lover isn't going to change it." Her glare met with only her tiny body hopping up onto the still freshly made bed, hardly stressing the sheets from her light weight.

Grema stared at the other woman, mechanical arm in front of her face defensively and sweating up a storm. She was currently positioned on the other side of the room from the bed, back to the wall and suitcase perfectly in between them. But as the doll-woman continued to speak, Grema just got angrier. Unlike Sakura, the cyborg did not have such self-control. She had been often harassed, ostracized and bullied just for her appearance and disabilities, only valued for her genius mind. But unfortunately for those people who bullied her, even in early childhood (after getting an actual left arm and leg) her main way the deal with those people was physical violence or just yelling at them. In her defense the scientist was raised in Bosco, not Fiore, where the number of mages was low thus most people she fought were regular humans, thus easily scared off.

More, unfortunately, this meant she didn’t really know how to deal with people that well, let alone when she was angry. “You- you hypocrite! You just said going after physical appearance is low but called me a tin-can?! These are freaking prosthetics you know, not a fashion accessory! Don’t you talk to me about ‘going low’ over physical appearance! At least you’re pretty while being a freak, unlike me.” Grema growls at the woman, fully aware a sore spot was hit. “And who the hell are you to call me a stalker!? You just waltzed into Haley’s room! I’m a member of this guild too, dammit, I can be here if I want just like you!” But at the star-crossed lover thing, Grema’s face turned beet red, but the deep scowl remained. “You don’t know anything about me, so how the hell can you judge me like that?! I’m Grema Fen, not some cheesy, moping girl mooning after someone!” The woman spluttered before marching forward in a determined fashion only to stop beside the suitcase to hover over Sakura in an attempt at intimidation. “If anything YOU’RE the suspicious one for trying to make me leave. How do I not know you're actually trying to steal something of Haley’s?” The hunchback growls out, barest flicker of red showing from her half-mask covering her burn-scarred portion of her face and ugly fake magitech eye, though her magitech limbs and hunch were still visible, making her gruesome appearance look more threatening. “I’m not leaving.”