The Midnight Prince

[Rokag]

"Sure." Rokag was pretty sure she'd gotten the hang of SOME of this shit, but there might be some other things she could do and she was NOT going to be quite that helpless again. "And...well, be careful, I guess. Don't go bruising any more ribs."

[Shisou]

He smiles. "Of c-c-c-c-course."

[Rokag]

Thankfully, it seems that their 'activities' were mentioned to someone, as the next few days did not see a return of Seiya trying to awkwardly give more advice. Well, at least Rokag was relieved, as the conversation had been a little weird once she clued in to what it was about.

The days went on like this for a week or so. They would 'make an attempt' every couple of days and spend the rest of the time practicing. Rokag noticed that Shisou was getting a little rough most nights when he went to patrol as the Midnight Princess, but the concerns would be waved off as having 'her own healing' and that it wasn't anything nearly as bad as before. Rokag didn't entirely buy it, but she wasn't quite sure what to do other than keep an eye on her. The eyeing was starting to become a bit of a distraction and would usually lead to Rokag asking Shisou to change and then making out. Probably just concern for him, anyway. She wasn't...there were limits to what Rokag would be alright with and she was pretty sure that making out with Shisou while he was a she would be weird and not alright and they needed all the help they could get at this point.

As one week became two, Rokag was getting ready for another baking session with Seiya. It was a great time in that Rokag was terrible that required a light hand (having a habit of really getting into kneeding, depending on what had happened the previous days) and she had come back livid from her physical exam. Not only were they trying to give some sort of 'special diet' that was a bunch of shit to 'help her better conceive', but they wanted her to perform a 'purification rite' the day before any attempts to conceive. Which included fasting. She had considered freezing the doctor then and there, but she had managed to only nod and leave and then rant about it the whole night she was supposed to be practicing and punctuating her points about it being 'Fucking Snakeshit' by the water in a glass she'd been given to take some sort of 'fertility medicine' shuddering and swirling each time she started raising her voice.

So today was bound to be a GREAT day for trying to work dough into something that would make bread. Not that the fuckers will let me fucking EAT it since 'it could complicate things' Even in her head, she found herself mocking the doctor's nasally voice as she walked to the usual meeting place for these baking lessons. Maybe she'd be lucky and they'd try that one cake that required hitting rice with a hammer.

[GamesMaster]

Seiya was definitely picking up on her frustration. She put aside the delicate pastries she'd been practicing with, feigning eagerness to teach Rokag about bread. Nice sturdy enriched bread. The kind that needs a lot of knocking about and vigorous  kneading to make it rise properly. 

She watches as Rokag takes out some of her anger on the bread, letting her calm a bit before she asks, quietly, "Is there something I can help with?"

[Rokag]

Rokag finishes this particular bit of kneeding by slamming it into the table and giving a short grunt. "The fuck does ginger root even have to Do with my fertility!" She turned to Seiya. "I might not know much, but I'm pretty fucking sure that has nothing to do with you getting pregnant!"

[GamesMaster]

"It... Might," says seiya slowly. "Are you taking any herbs or alchemical supplements?"

[Rokag]

"Well, NOW, I fucking am!" She gets back to angrily kneeding the dough. "I have a fucking tea I'm supposed to drink the night before and then fucking FAST for the whole day. Not to mention that 'apparently' they're worried I'm not eating the right fucking things and that <orc> rancid shit for brains </orc> doctor is going to 'talk to the staff' so I can have my own special diet to 'better prepare my body to hold the Ancestor's Blessing' and I don't even know what that fucking means!" She punctuated the point by slamming the dough on to the table again. Amazing that, despite the furvor of her mixing, the dough wasn't getting sticky.

[GamesMaster]

"Ah.. they are concerned that... Purely accidentally... You may have... Ingested herbs that interfere with, ah, conception." She flinches, her voice mild as she cuts in.

[Rokag]

"That....why the FUCK would I do that?! Do they think I'm an idiot?! If I was trying that it would be pretty fucking obvlous since all the herbs that do that make you drink fucking constantly or you'd pass out!" And back to kneeding. "I should have froze that doctor's dick off and see I'd HE'D take a fucking tea to fix THAT shit!"

[GamesMaster]

"Ah... That's not... Accurate," she says slowly. "Um, I mean, not that I know or anything, just what I read in books."

[Rokag]

".....alright, maybe it fucking isn't, but fucking STILL! WHERE THE FUCK-" Rokag tried to take a breath, realizing that she was shouting at that point. "I'm not trying to fucking sabatoge this, not knowing who I'm dealing with. Why would anyone here..." She sighed. "Right, because they think I'm stupid."

[GamesMaster]

"They really don't," she says, her voice tiny and gentle

[Rokag]

"then what DO they think? What possible reason would I have to try and just...not get pregnant with Indou making it pretty fucking clear that he would get rid of me?"

[GamesMaster]

"They think... You might be playing some game," she whispers.

[Rokag]

"So they Do think I'm an idiot. Because I know I can't just gut Him like an eel and survive." It was pretty obvious who she was talking about. "And I'm not suicidal, so the BEST bet is to try and hope it doesn't happen immediately. And it's not like we aren't fucking trying, so if it's not fucking working, I don't think giving me fucking ginger root and clams and fucking making me sit in a room and pray all day before trying is gonna make that any easier!"