"Well, I don't wanna intrude."

Feeling blue, eh. Mood.

...She has a vague thought about... Factory farming? Follow up later.

More nom. Ears twitching a bit.

"I have to say, those ears of yours are really realistic. I've never seen a rig that got the movement right like that before." 

Gack. They go flat for a moment.

"Oh, well, I can't take too much credit for Tamamo's work, you know."

She laughs. "Don't worry, don't worry, you're not the first oddity I've met and you won't be the last. Sorry to intrude. Though if you want to share your story I'm, ah, all ears." 

"...Maybe."

She's scared, though. Irrationally so. It shouldn't matter. But what if what if what if. Some of the Inquisition had the ability to contain a kitsune, even barring them from the Spirit World... They have to be able to, to deal with the most offensive bitches who just do evil with Tamamo's powers.

That's one thing she doesn't understand. Why Tamamo allows... Rapists and gaslighting to continue. There's a few particularly infamous kitsunes. One who likes befuddling people so thoroughly they can hardly exist in society after. One who likes murdering and replacing peoples' wives. Maybe they weren't like that at first. Maybe she couldn't have seen it and can't revoke it. Maybe it's some higher point about the Greater Good. Maybe Tamamo just doesn't care THAT much.

Sigh.

Well, she's not on Tirra right now, which is its own problem, really.

"I'm sort of... Thinking about how to sanitize and anonymize it?"

"I can relate to that. FIitwing's got a complicated history too. Take your time." Liv takes a bite out of her pita wrap.

"Okay, so, I don't trust... Systems. Institutions. I interact with them when I absolutely must, but historically it's been shit sooner or later most of the time. Just. Ugh. Too much messy to get into. You... There ought to be room to exist at the fringes. There ought to be a way to say, no thanks, I'm not going to do that, you don't get to know things about me faceless bureaucracy. I guess I am a nomad. I don't have an ident anymore." It's back on Earth. "But that makes it rather difficult to actually... Interact? With most things? I can't pay for a game console or snacks or rent with gold and silver coins that aren't part of an ident. They'll glare at you for it. Apparently. Maybe I'm oversensitive. Maybe it'd be fine. I also know that the system, the government, it makes things predictable, which is really valuable and helpful to most people. But sometimes shit happens, and the system does something back-asswards because there are ten thousand invisible rules that each individually exist for a good reason, ostensibly, but add up to a pile that no single person can possibly comprehend, and it's just... So, very, irrationally, infuriating!"

"Yeah, I can sympathize with that. I'm one of the holdouts from when they put in the facet system. A lot of people sold their land to the government for a big paycheck, but not my grandmother. And I've inherited the rest. Not having an ident is super inconvenient though, it's got to be hard to be undocumented..." She shakes her head. "The system does its best, and usually does well for most people, but sometimes..." She sighs. "Yeah." 

She's getting more and more convinced that this is a really alien culture, much like Tirra itself was at first. The wanderings, the Tall Cities, fealty and the Light Gods... What's a facet? She doesn't know. What's a pleat? She doesn't know.

"The system isn't even all one thing, is the individual incentives of a million different groups and roles all intersecting at once... I can trust people, if they're good people, if I know them. But systems? Once bitten, twice cautious... I hate complaining. There's always a nagging little voice that says, 'well, someone else has it worse'."