[It certainly is part of the charm and Bulma is awash in it! Though she still makes a concerted effort to nod at all the right parts as she walks with Vox, hands politely behind her back. Want to look as grateful as possible, of course!]
People can be so jealous of success, that's the truth! I actually used to live in a-- oh!!
[That attention is now suddenly diverted to the shop window they're passing by, a trendy little place with sneakers in the front window and sleek, futuristic dresses on demonic mannequins. It's to die for and baby is she DEAD! Bulma's eyes light up and she breaks away from their collective stride to nearly press her face to the glass, drinking it in.]
Wow, they really do have everything a girl could want, huh? [Suddenly Bulma realizes herself and stands up straighter, peeking back over her shoulder.] I mean-- wherever you want to take me! That is!
Ha! ain't that the truth. [ he is curious about where she had been going with that, but then she gets a little too distracted by a window display. he follows her over and eyes the futuristic dress that she's drinking in. he doesn't know nearly as much about fashion and trends as velvette, who he should have probably have consulted with or, better yet, dragged along on this little shopping trip, but it's a little too late for that now. ] Just about. [ vox looks from the display to bulma and then back to the display, unsure if this is the right kind of outfit, but he can tell that, based on her reaction, she really likes the outfit. ]
You really want this, huh? You know, Bulma, ...if you come work for me [ he turns to face her. ] if you work for me you can have just about anything you want. [ he might be using his hynotism on her. very lightly of course! and it's up to you if it works. but he's really only doing so, so she can imagine herself in that outfit and how amazing she'd look and how happy she'd be. ]
[As if she ever stood a chance. Bulma blinks and turns to look at him with an affirmative grin, open and wide-eyed and receptive. And it's like she's being tuned to his particular frequency, because something in her head shifts a little bit, just enough.]
Anything... I want?
[In her mind, the channel has totally switched over the future. Her future. Bulma can see it now-- a technological wiz kid and TV personality decked out in the outfit before her, making her dreams and Vox's come true at the same time. Her hair? Styled for the red carpet. Her wardrobe? Full with what you see before you. Her bank account? Don't even get her started. It's all perfect and it's all within reach.
Who needs a soul anyway? Confidently, Bulma smiles up at Vox.]
Now that you mention it, I think I'm pretty well-qualified.
mHm. [ as vox hums static jumps through the air, dancing through the nearest bunch of television sets to bring bulma's dreams to life. manifested into a literal reality she'll see her face appear on them for a couple of seconds just as she'd seen in her head, all perfectly primmed, ...and just so she doesn't miss it he's taking her shoulder and turning her to face them. ] I think so too. So [ he leans in so that he's talking in her ear. ] what do you say, Miss Bulma, why don't you come work for the Vees... specifically me. I'll take good care of you. [ his grin broadens, blood trailing down his monitor as he holds out his hand to her. ] And I'll make you... a star ⋆｡°✩
A star... [She sounds pretty star-struck herself, voice drifting dreamily along as she surveys the screens around her. It just feels right somehow, almost like she thought of it. Yes, actually, Bulma is starting to think this is her bright idea made manifest.]
[She perks up to a more lucid state as she makes this decision, her shoulders straightening under Vox's touch.]
I'll do it-- in front of the camera, behind the scenes, I'm your girl! [She smiles.] So where do I sign? Next to my handprints in cement?
How about both! [ he chuckles with a grin. ] I don't see why it couldn't be both, Bulma. A girl like you. I think you've got it all. [ he snaps his fingers and a golden contract appears before them. it outlines a lot, but she doesn't need to read all that. it just says that for the price of her soul he will do what he can to make her . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ star ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. ! and the vees have a lot of power in hell, even if they have to start over there are still demons here that know them and their reign over technology is bound to help them re-ascend quickly. ]
Just sign here, Bulma. [ a pen appears beside the contract. ]
[Bulma preens at the praise, drinking it in and nourishing her ego even further.]
All and then some.
[Very proudly she snatches that pen, eyeing the contract reverently. Truly it feels like her own golden ticket, and isn't it? She pretends to skim it, letting her eyes glaze over the page as she imagines how good this will be for her. It must look very mature and responsible, the way she really gives it a second thought. All too eagerly, she gives up that pretense and lowers the pen to the page--]
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[No spark, no smoke, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe a soul isn't such a big deal. As soon as it's done, set in stone, the pen dissolves from her hand. She blinks at it before turning her attention back to Vox.]
A change of plans needs a change of wardrobe, don't you think?
[Can you imagine her in a cute little reporter gettup? Think about it.... think about it.....]
[ as soon as she finishes signing the contract vox snatches it out of the air with a sharp smile. it digitizes the moment he makes contact, the 0s and 1s shooting into his face and scrolling over his display. it’s quick, but it probably looks strange, but, then again, a guy with a tv for a face is strange to begin with. ] I think you’re right. How about we go on a little shopping spree? And I’m going to have to introduce you to Velvette – another one of the Vees, the media mogul and fashionista of the group. However, I do know a thing or two about dressing sharp too.
[Bulma snaps back to her usual self at being told shes right-- and the imminent fulfillment of the promised shopping spree!!! She grins.]
Then we're a couple of peas in a pod. [She strikes a pose with a wink.] Put me in a tailored jacket and skirt set and you can watch the ratings skyrocket!
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People can be so jealous of success, that's the truth! I actually used to live in a-- oh!!
[That attention is now suddenly diverted to the shop window they're passing by, a trendy little place with sneakers in the front window and sleek, futuristic dresses on demonic mannequins. It's to die for and baby is she DEAD! Bulma's eyes light up and she breaks away from their collective stride to nearly press her face to the glass, drinking it in.]
Wow, they really do have everything a girl could want, huh? [Suddenly Bulma realizes herself and stands up straighter, peeking back over her shoulder.] I mean-- wherever you want to take me! That is!
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You really want this, huh? You know, Bulma, ...if you come work for me [ he turns to face her. ] if you work for me you can have just about anything you want. [ he might be using his hynotism on her. very lightly of course! and it's up to you if it works. but he's really only doing so, so she can imagine herself in that outfit and how amazing she'd look and how happy she'd be. ]
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Anything... I want?
[In her mind, the channel has totally switched over the future. Her future. Bulma can see it now-- a technological wiz kid and TV personality decked out in the outfit before her, making her dreams and Vox's come true at the same time. Her hair? Styled for the red carpet. Her wardrobe? Full with what you see before you. Her bank account? Don't even get her started. It's all perfect and it's all within reach.
Who needs a soul anyway? Confidently, Bulma smiles up at Vox.]
Now that you mention it, I think I'm pretty well-qualified.
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[She perks up to a more lucid state as she makes this decision, her shoulders straightening under Vox's touch.]
I'll do it-- in front of the camera, behind the scenes, I'm your girl! [She smiles.] So where do I sign? Next to my handprints in cement?
[With her soul, even?]
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Just sign here, Bulma. [ a pen appears beside the contract. ]
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All and then some.
[Very proudly she snatches that pen, eyeing the contract reverently. Truly it feels like her own golden ticket, and isn't it? She pretends to skim it, letting her eyes glaze over the page as she imagines how good this will be for her. It must look very mature and responsible, the way she really gives it a second thought. All too eagerly, she gives up that pretense and lowers the pen to the page--]
Bulma Briefs
[No spark, no smoke, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe a soul isn't such a big deal. As soon as it's done, set in stone, the pen dissolves from her hand. She blinks at it before turning her attention back to Vox.]
A change of plans needs a change of wardrobe, don't you think?
[Can you imagine her in a cute little reporter gettup? Think about it.... think about it.....]
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Then we're a couple of peas in a pod. [She strikes a pose with a wink.] Put me in a tailored jacket and skirt set and you can watch the ratings skyrocket!