Mag ==> Talk: Beth
"I don't know anything about Octo Valley and my leads end here," she answered, "so, beats me."
Beth ****ed an eyebrow. "Well, I wouldn't know where to go either, but I figure so long as we take a road we'll get somewhere. Until we pick up some sort of lead, we're best keeping to the path and finding some sort of civilization we can further question."
Then, as if remembering something, she added, "also, you might want to put on the beanie in your pack."
As she said that, she rummaged through her own bag.
Magabelle blinked, and, at the mention of the beanie, she flung off her pack and rummaged for a moment to find what Bethany was talking about. In a pocket, she found a short beanie--damn herself for getting her hopes up on obtaining some of her warm clothes that she'd stupidly left behind again--one of the scrunchies that she saw boys use a lot, and... she opened the container that was inside to find makeup. She squinted at it, unable to discern the use for the items, then looked to Beth.
"What's all this for?" she asked.
Beth began to pull out her own set of garb similar to Mag's own. A beanie and some makeup.
"It's so we don't stand out... too much," she said, tying up her hair. "We're still going to show as having better quality clothes than many here, not to mention hats and the like, but our masks are a dead giveaway to our race. We've got to change that."
She uncapped a silver tin with a pop. The material she had looked suspiciously of eyeshadow.
"Have you seen an octoling before?" she asked Mag as she beckoned One to come to her so she could do his 'makeup.'
Mag made a brief "hm," sound at Beth's answer. They weren't here for any malevolent reason, though... she shrugged internally, knowing people can't just tell that.
"No, I haven't," she replied; she bundled the three items from the pack in one hand so she could slip the pack back on.
"Alright then..." she'd already finished with One's face; the work wasn't amazing, but his mask looked totally different.
While Mag hadn't been looking she'd prepared another tin of skin-pigment coverup and had been painting and brushing One's face into something a little different.
Dark-purple almost-black rings now surrounded his eyes where his mask had been. Sharp edges angled away from his pupils leaving the albino inkling looking almost dangerous.
"Their eyes look something like this," Beth explained by way of example.
Mag looked at One's makeup job curiously. "I see..."
As soon as Mag had responded, Beth finished. Turning from One, she gestured for Mag's makeup, as it appeared these were a slightly different tint than One's--Beth said something about One having a different complexion than Mag.
"Now could you sit up straight and hold still?" she asked, not unkindly. "I need to apply this and we need to make it look believable."
"Uh, alright," Mag said, glancing down at the tin briefly before giving it to Beth as requested. She then put the inside of the beanie and held it like a pouch without a string, and pushed her front tentacles behind her back and ears before staying still.
Beth took up her brush and the Mag's tin. It took a few moments,and the experience tickled here and there, but soon they were done.
After they had put away their things, Beth took out a compact mirror and held it up for Mag.
"What do you think? How do you look?"
Mag blinked, looking into the mirror.
"...Different?" she answered, shrugging.
Beth smirked. "That all? Well, I suppose that was the intention, so let's hope it's good enough."
Setting herself down, she put own her own mask and closed the compact.
"Alright. Which way?" Beth asked, "or should we flip a coin?"
Mag glanced around, then, remembering the other items she had, stopped holding the beanie closed and took the scrunchie out. She put the beanie on top of her pack and the scrunchie in her mouth, taking the uppermost portion of her long tentacles and tucking them behind her ears, then pulled them up high--she switched to using one hand to hold the tentacle bunch and took the scrunchie out of her mouth, proceeding to pull her tentacles through it, then let go. She felt them weigh down, but they did not fall.
She picked the beanie up again and put it on her head, hiding the newly put up tentacles, then londered Beth's question. She looked each way and a frown came onto her face. She really had no idea what to do after coming here...
"...Flip a coin," she answered.
Beth nodded. "Heads left, tails right, then."
She produced a coin from a wallet in her back pocket. Then she handed it to One. The young Inkling looked struck.
"You do the honors," Beth said, warmly smiling.
"B-b-but," One stammered, the weight responsibility seeping into his stammering.
"Just as we practiced, come on. You can do this."
"I-I..." One took a deep breath. He positioned the coin with incredible concentration, then with a trembling thumb, he flicked up.
The coin landed on the drab, clay below and it took them a few seconds to find it, but it came down on heads.
"Left then?" Beth asked and confirmed.
Mag flashed a brief smile at One. "Yeah. Sounds good."
They continued down the path for some time, aimlessly with purpose. Neither sure where they were going nor what they'd do when they got there, but each person with a clear idea of what they wanted to do in their minds.
In about an hour, the path led down to a fenced off area curving inwards. Looking to the right, there was a tower build from clay bricks. Little window-holes popped out from the sides that the group could see. Light filtering out into this dark abyss.
For a brief moment, Mag spotted someone through the window before they disappeared into the drab grey.
What now?
