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Post by Justitia on Jul 16, 2016 6:05:57 GMT
 "Miss Kamila, where are we going---"
Well, to be honest, she did know where they were going--- or rather, where they would be in a few moments, if they kept up this pace, as the magician and fellow Initiative heroine lead her by the hand. They were entering K-town--- apparently it was a place for people who came from Korea, which was a country, but beyond that she didn't have much of an idea what the area promised. As such, she wasn't sure why they were going into it, what they would be doing in it. Perhaps that was what she was actually asking.
It all started when she woke up that morning; she had no scheduled missions, but she still went through her usual morning routine in a jiffy, and finishing her simple breakfast in the Compound's cafeteria with similar speed. If no particular emergencies would come, she had decided she would train--- one should keep their skills honed, even if life in Kingsport was in a relative lull this morn, even if any other crimes were being taken care of by many other people.
That was, well, until her plans were blown to smithereens by the excitable Miss Kamila, who insisted with all her might that she had to get out and see the city beyond going there to help people, and that there was... some sort of festival they could go to? She didn't know much about festivals, but they were usually for occasions, right? And she didn't really know any notable occasions...
...wait, was she smelling... something salty and spiced... something delicious?
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Jul 16, 2016 14:45:11 GMT
Post by voodoo on Jul 16, 2016 14:45:11 GMT
kamila is usually the first person in line to start complaining about how things in kingsport suck compared to in new york, but right now, man, she does not care.
kingsport’s koreatown is way bigger than manhattan’s two blocks near broadway, and the regular cultural festivals of the enclaves all around the city are something she misses a lot. so when she found out that the whole community festival thing was happening in kingsport?
man, she was on it.
it’s busy, the narrow avenues between the food carts and market stalls completely packed out, and she feels a little like a kid leading an older sister, with julia’s hand held tightly in kamila’s own neatly manicured one. sure, julia might way outrank her and be a mystical warrior maiden or whatever, but she really needs to learn how to have fun. that’s kamila’s mission today.
“i’m looking for something, julia, just gimme a sec!” her voice is chipper as usual, and she gives a little reassuring squeeze on the other young woman’s hand. “there’s a restaurant i know ‘round here that does these amazing barbecue skewers, and they said they were gonna have a stand, so-”
the change of direction is abrupt. kamila isn’t afraid to body-check people out of her way despite her diminutive size - she’s from brooklyn, first off, of course, and don’t they see she’s got a blind friend here? “this is it! two, please?” she gives the universal sign for ‘two’ in the vendor’s direction, stepping in close to julia to keep people from moving between them. “hey, gimme your other hand, c’mere.”
she’s taking it anyway, opening the fingers to put one of the forked bamboo skewers into julia’s hand. “the skewer is two-pronged, about six inches long. there are a bunch of strips of marinated squid on it.” she starts describing without even thinking, wanting to give the other girl as much of the full experience as possible. “they’re grilled in this like... chilli sauce kinda stuff, so they’re this beautiful deep red colour. try it!”
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Jul 17, 2016 22:34:18 GMT
Post by Justitia on Jul 17, 2016 22:34:18 GMT
A cacophony of sounds and an assortment of smells assaulted her senses. She could make out people speaking, shouting, selling things. There were all sorts of appetizing smells, and it was already quite the distraction to piece together which spice and which sinew was cooking from the scent--- and there were so many things unfamiliar to her that even if she could sift through the myriad flavors in the air, she would probably still be unable to name them.
Helplessly, she tags along after the ghost witch, taking a little comfort from her presence in the midst of the strangeness. At the very least it seemed to be mostly an edible sort of strangeness. "Barbecue?" she asks. She understands what skewers are, although... weren't they for impaling or something? There are kinds of food that are impaled?
After bumping into at least some people, with Julia giving out "Pardon me"'s and the like, they managed to reach their destination in the maze of people. She gives out her hand obediently to the other girl--- she can tell what the skewer, what the food on it is like, from the sound and the touch, how long, how it is shaped... although... "Squid?" she asks. She is dreadfully clueless. She appreciates the description of color, though; it is one thing she cannot perceive.
Tentatively she takes a bite. It has... a unique texture. It is spicy, and it is great. Politely she finishes chewing before speaking again. "So is this... Korean cuisine?"
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Jul 28, 2016 17:12:20 GMT
Post by voodoo on Jul 28, 2016 17:12:20 GMT
the way kamila acts, you would think she had been given world-shattering information, rather than just finding out that julia didn’t know what barbecue was. she literally staggers. “oh my god you’re so sheltered,” she gasps, and while it’s blunt it’s also obvious the girl doesn’t mean it unkindly. “it’s, like. cooking food over embers, julia. like charcoal and stuff. the smoke makes the meat taste really good! i mean... american barbecue is different because it’s, like... it implies you’re cooking it in a glaze and stuff also, but korean barbecue is just marinated and cooked. i think? i mean i never really asked, i just eat it.”
it’s sort of kamila’s world view in a nutshell.
“uh... yeah? like the sea animal?” how do you even start explaining squid to someone who can’t see? kamila’s solution is to take julia’s arm and turn it so she can draw with her fingertip against the more sensitive part. “it’s like... this long cone of muscle stuff... and then it has tentacles coming out of it here... and the eyes are like.... here, i think? the tubes are like. maybe four inches long when you see them in the grocery store, but i mean, they probably get bigger? i don’t really know.”
there is no hesitation on kamila’s part for her own skewer - she just goes for it, completely ignoring the smear of sauce that gets on her cheek. “like... part of it? the stuff i’ve had is like... grilled meats and spicy stews and stuff. it’s really good! like, you don’t know bland ‘til you’ve eaten the stuff my grandma makes, so things that actually taste of stuff are pretty much the greatest thing ever.”
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Post by Justitia on Aug 9, 2016 10:43:56 GMT
"Sheltered?"
Shelter--- noun. Something that provides cover, something to live in. If that was turned into an adjective, then... someone who is usually within a shelter? She isn't quite sure about the term. Is it because she rarely went out of the compound beyond when she had crimes to stop and work to do, that Miss Kamila calls her that? "I... do not always stay indoors." she opines, uncertainly.
In any case, her fellow heroine falls into an explanation, and she listens intently. She knows embers, and how they could be used to cook--- "So, roasting?" Perhaps she actually has an inkling about this stuff... indeed, it seems like the stand where they had procured the skewered food had what Miss Kamila is describing. She loses track when she goes into the differences of American and Korean barbecue... glaze? Marinated?
She feels the other girl draw the likeness of the squid on her arm. Apparently, this animal is what had been skewered and cooked for their consumption. She takes another bite, thinks of the texture and the taste, and the shape of the remaining meat. She could... somewhat imagine how the animal could have been before it was roasted--- she wants to know more, but she felt that might... slow them down? At the very least she now knows it was a sea animal. So the seas had these strange things beyond fish...
She continues to eat, thoughtfully. So Korean cuisine... or part of it... is comprised of grilled meats and spicy stews? "Thai cuisine had spicy stuff too..." she mentions, remembering an encounter she had when she had just arrived...
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