[ not to toot his own horn or anything (except totally to do exactly that), narumiya mei is a pretty awesome siren. amongst his folk, he's one of the best--his hunting skills are legendary and his singing voice is beautiful. he's lured countless soldiers to their deaths from boats to beaches to docks, and he prides himself on having a perfect record: no one escapes narumiya mei.
that is, until someone does.
look, mei prides himself on his beautiful singing voice and his expertise, so when someone is able to walk away from him he is not having it. this sailor's ship had wrecked, which meant even easier pickings for mei, who had been the one to lure the captain to throw the whole thing off in the first place. unfortunately, the sailor is not only unaffected, he is basically ignoring his great singing and beautiful everything, which is terrible and not allowed.
mei's on the beach to the closest island now, watching the sailor--who he's taken to calling masa-san--do...something. he doesn't know. he's not really cared what humans did up until this point, unless it ended up with them in his clutches, but here he is, watching him. mei's up so his tail is in the surf, lying on his stomach on the shore, chin propped in his hand.
one more try, then: the first couple had to have been a fluke. clearing his throat (pretty obviously) he singsongs-- ] Masa-san~ [ in his best, prettiest tone, lifting up his typically mesmerizing golden tail to try and get his attention. ]
PART OF YOUR WOOOORLLLLD
that is, until someone does.
look, mei prides himself on his beautiful singing voice and his expertise, so when someone is able to walk away from him he is not having it. this sailor's ship had wrecked, which meant even easier pickings for mei, who had been the one to lure the captain to throw the whole thing off in the first place. unfortunately, the sailor is not only unaffected, he is basically ignoring his great singing and beautiful everything, which is terrible and not allowed.
mei's on the beach to the closest island now, watching the sailor--who he's taken to calling masa-san--do...something. he doesn't know. he's not really cared what humans did up until this point, unless it ended up with them in his clutches, but here he is, watching him. mei's up so his tail is in the surf, lying on his stomach on the shore, chin propped in his hand.
one more try, then: the first couple had to have been a fluke. clearing his throat (pretty obviously) he singsongs-- ] Masa-san~ [ in his best, prettiest tone, lifting up his typically mesmerizing golden tail to try and get his attention. ]