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Tamiya laughed – a sharpened spear in this deadly game of hopscotch. “No.” She took the stone and rolled it in her palm. There was some consideration in her brow, mulling over the lifestyle that she claimed for her own. Her own take on the religion was a stroke different than many of her companions, colleagues and mirthsiblings. It was her own – her life from wigglerhood, since breaching the crust of Alternia’s plains with her father firmly grasping her by the scruff of her newly pupated neck. Choosing the path of a juggalo was special, and couldn’t be squandered. This was a very unique moment.

She tossed the stone and smiled. A difficult target, but one that would be hard to upstage. She deftly picked up her hakama and skipped quickly across the puzzle of a game, swooping down to retrieve the stone and returning. “Your life resumes as you see fit – you are free to make the choices you desire, with the support, protection, and radicalness of your brothers and sisters.” She held the stone out, but didn’t allow Chiara to grasp it. Her gaze was steadily held on that of the blueblood, looking deep inside of her.

“I can simply sign you up. Introduce you to my ******** associates, if you wish. We occasionally meet to make merry, play games, socialize, share in our religion… Some juggalos in the city spread fond mischief, while my sector intends to re-establish a place in the Alternian Government. The only requirement is a show of your faith and solidarity.”

Tamiya lifted the stone up to her eye level and flourished it in front of her face paint. “It is of utmost importance. Paramount, slushdamn chief ******** important. A clown sibling in public without a sign of their allegiance leads to some suspicion of their conviction and confidence among their peers. There are consequences.”

Tamiya looked upon the results of her game with an even stare. This child, Chiara Moteku, was dangerous. That was clear enough. She would have her way regardless of the flow of chaos, whether this victory was inside of her capricious little thinkpan or whether it was true. True victory – such as Tamiya winning the debate and also this game – was simply black and white.

“You have indeed won the knowledge of my people. I do hope you consider the lifestyle should you be inclined.” Tamiya dictated. She still looked Chiara up and down, orange eyes traveling right through her. Would she be a threat to the cult… Or an asset? The damned capriciousness of the blueblood was without question, and her nearly selfish truth to her own bloodpusher was disgustingly inspiring. If anything was certain about this youngster, it was that she was absolutely loathsome. A powerful troll in the making.

“My father will consider the rest of your offering, as I have previously done. You are dismissed, unless you would partake in wicked games and beverage with myself and my lusus. You have nearly stepped across the line of our ritual half-moon-night miracle cleansing in which we participate in a feast of faygo and ******** merriment.”

Tamiya’s lips pursed. Lusii were integral to a healthy upbringing. The nature of this one and her charge was curious, to say the least. A neglectful lusus can easily raise a monstrosity. Tamiya knew this from experience.

“Very well. On another date, perhaps, you and Kabukidad make converse. Tonight, however, I must retreat to my firm schedule. Good evening, Chiara Moteku.”