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Sat Oct 29, 2016 10:58 am
Mirja, The Masterless Pet
Mirja Eeola was, not exactly the kind of girl that thought about her actions before she did them. It got her into trouble quite often, but also got her into fun. And that was why she was currently on her way to the new Quincy City with a cake that she had baked in her oven. She wasn't sure if it was meant to be a super secret hidden base or not, but when a hundred miles of city appear in the world, you can't expect nobody to notice. There were people in the world who's sole job was to notice, and Mirja could purchase their information, with sufficient goods or services.
Mirja was told that it was in the middle of the pacific, which was not very helpful but they did give exact co-ordinates. Which again wasn't helpful for her because she wasn't exactly going to be holding a map while she was out there. And the middle of the pacific was a bit far to Void Dance, and she couldn't run on water. So instead, she chartered a boat to take her out there. Hopefully, this Quincy City would have her friend, Nif. Because if not then Mirja had wasted a trip out and baked a cake for no reason.
She didn't really pay any mind to what might happen if some random ship appeared in their waters, and they were Quincy so they could probably blow the ship out of the water pretty easily, and not even think twice about it. Mirja really expected to just be able to walk in, find Nif, and give her a cake, and then hang out and get to know the girl so more. The mindset of the wolf was one that could not be followed by mortals, as it twisted and turned so much they would break their necks trying to follow it.
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Re: Norwegian Werewolf in Stadt [open]
Thu Nov 10, 2016 11:58 am
”..How did the quincy use these blasted things.”
Niflheim had been bent over a sheet of paper, her hair in a messy bun. Even her clothes had been replaced from her pristine uniform to something more. . . Homely. Here in her private quarters she didn’t need to be the proud leader of the quincy race, she simply was herself. Doing her best to advance the very foundations and skills that the quincy had to possess, no to evolve the skills that the quincy had, The first one she had been looking at was an ancient technology utilized by yhwach in the first shinigami/quincy war. The ability to utilize the shadows for transportation was ingenious in it’s own right, and after researching the ability, she had already gotten an idea on how it worked. Through utilizing a gap in dimensional space it ripped into the shadows themselves, bridging the in between that spanned from the originating location and the final destination. It was an interesting concept, however the problem with it was, demons could utilize the shadows to travel as well. Which made their previously safe form of travel all that less safe, hence the elect was looking for a solution. One which could be used to create something unique for the quincy, and something effective.
What came to mind was a method of travel that niflheim had used to get into the soul society. She had connected the image of the location she wished to go to to the location that she was previously at, and the reishi had formed a bridge between the two that in turn had allowed her to do something similar to “Stepping Through” Using a mirror which generally reflects an image as the “concept” that this entire form of experimental transportation had been based around. However it had some flaws, such as the user needed to be able to conjure the image of where they wanted to go in their minds eye before they could even do it. As well as the fact that for her it only worked because the very energy she controlled was governed by “concepts and thoughts” which made it very easy for her to use such a mind-boggling form of travel such as that. Hence she had hundreds of letters, spreadsheet’s on locations she could and couldn’t go with her own ability, versus the shortcomings that she found for both and she only had a small list currently for either one.
Leaning back in her chair she had fanned herself, sweat dripping across her ethereal appearance. Since coming here from the antarctic she had unfortunately had gotten so used to the cold that she wasn’t even able to stand even this moderate ocean-side climate that had blessed the city of light. Blasted heat had her normally icy demeanor covered in beads of sweat and the only thing that she could do to find relief was utilizing her ability she had embedded the reishi that reinforced her room with the concept of “Arctic”. What this meant was she had pictured the climate of the antarctic and imbedded it into the reishi that replenished and filled her room, which in turn caused for her room to slowly begin to cool down to glacial temperatures, to the point that when the hot hair touched the cold air within her room it would end up fog in it’s wake.
”..Ma’am there’s an unknown coming in fast in the city outskirts, should we shoot it out of the sky?”
The voice that entered her head was calm, and to the point. On of the sentry’s that guarded the outer sectors of the immense city had alerted her to the oncoming reishi signature. This little verbal exchange was all that was needed for the elect to shift from her dreary off-day demeanor to the leader of the quincy she actually was. She had then closed her eyes the RCS system allowing her to pull up a visual on where the reishi signature had been sensed. Then utilizing her C-the Control she tweaked the parameters of the visual, putting more reishi into it, which in turn allowed for the crisp visual of Mirja Eola, a troublemaker who had seemed to have her eyes set on the quincy’s leader ever since they had met in the backwoods of the Soul Society. Niflheim had a knee-jerk reaction which was of course to deploy the barriers and make mirja fly off into the distance like a ping-pong ball however, this girl was a member of the soul society which meant she had to tread carefully to not cause old conflicts to stir again.
”I’ll see to her, thankyou you are dismissed.”
Her expression shifted as she utilized the ability to govern reishi to momentarily take down the barrier that surrounded the city, allowing mirja to cross the theshold point before she would be greeted by an escort of several quincy, all of which had their expressions hidden underneath thir hoods. The quincy emblem emblazoned over their right breast.
”Come with us miss Mirja, the elect is willing to see you. “
Niflheim had been bent over a sheet of paper, her hair in a messy bun. Even her clothes had been replaced from her pristine uniform to something more. . . Homely. Here in her private quarters she didn’t need to be the proud leader of the quincy race, she simply was herself. Doing her best to advance the very foundations and skills that the quincy had to possess, no to evolve the skills that the quincy had, The first one she had been looking at was an ancient technology utilized by yhwach in the first shinigami/quincy war. The ability to utilize the shadows for transportation was ingenious in it’s own right, and after researching the ability, she had already gotten an idea on how it worked. Through utilizing a gap in dimensional space it ripped into the shadows themselves, bridging the in between that spanned from the originating location and the final destination. It was an interesting concept, however the problem with it was, demons could utilize the shadows to travel as well. Which made their previously safe form of travel all that less safe, hence the elect was looking for a solution. One which could be used to create something unique for the quincy, and something effective.
What came to mind was a method of travel that niflheim had used to get into the soul society. She had connected the image of the location she wished to go to to the location that she was previously at, and the reishi had formed a bridge between the two that in turn had allowed her to do something similar to “Stepping Through” Using a mirror which generally reflects an image as the “concept” that this entire form of experimental transportation had been based around. However it had some flaws, such as the user needed to be able to conjure the image of where they wanted to go in their minds eye before they could even do it. As well as the fact that for her it only worked because the very energy she controlled was governed by “concepts and thoughts” which made it very easy for her to use such a mind-boggling form of travel such as that. Hence she had hundreds of letters, spreadsheet’s on locations she could and couldn’t go with her own ability, versus the shortcomings that she found for both and she only had a small list currently for either one.
Leaning back in her chair she had fanned herself, sweat dripping across her ethereal appearance. Since coming here from the antarctic she had unfortunately had gotten so used to the cold that she wasn’t even able to stand even this moderate ocean-side climate that had blessed the city of light. Blasted heat had her normally icy demeanor covered in beads of sweat and the only thing that she could do to find relief was utilizing her ability she had embedded the reishi that reinforced her room with the concept of “Arctic”. What this meant was she had pictured the climate of the antarctic and imbedded it into the reishi that replenished and filled her room, which in turn caused for her room to slowly begin to cool down to glacial temperatures, to the point that when the hot hair touched the cold air within her room it would end up fog in it’s wake.
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- Dimensional Transportation Quincy
The quincy form of travel needs to be both usable by both and regulatable if it’s to get within the city. Potential Idea’s include “Stepping Through”(Experimental method of travel in which the user uses a reflective reishi made medium such as a mirror to connect their current location to their following location, the term stepping through comes from the fact unlike teleportation in which a user vanishes instead there is the process in which you have to physically move through the medium to get to the desired location. The benefits of it would be that it is a stationary object that can be reused multiple times if anchored in a single spot. Or something that is single use and shatterable afterwards when in a state of disuse?? Problem stems from the need to be able to visualize the location and mastery levels of reishi required to utilize this method. )
”..Ma’am there’s an unknown coming in fast in the city outskirts, should we shoot it out of the sky?”
The voice that entered her head was calm, and to the point. On of the sentry’s that guarded the outer sectors of the immense city had alerted her to the oncoming reishi signature. This little verbal exchange was all that was needed for the elect to shift from her dreary off-day demeanor to the leader of the quincy she actually was. She had then closed her eyes the RCS system allowing her to pull up a visual on where the reishi signature had been sensed. Then utilizing her C-the Control she tweaked the parameters of the visual, putting more reishi into it, which in turn allowed for the crisp visual of Mirja Eola, a troublemaker who had seemed to have her eyes set on the quincy’s leader ever since they had met in the backwoods of the Soul Society. Niflheim had a knee-jerk reaction which was of course to deploy the barriers and make mirja fly off into the distance like a ping-pong ball however, this girl was a member of the soul society which meant she had to tread carefully to not cause old conflicts to stir again.
”I’ll see to her, thankyou you are dismissed.”
Her expression shifted as she utilized the ability to govern reishi to momentarily take down the barrier that surrounded the city, allowing mirja to cross the theshold point before she would be greeted by an escort of several quincy, all of which had their expressions hidden underneath thir hoods. The quincy emblem emblazoned over their right breast.
”Come with us miss Mirja, the elect is willing to see you. “
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Re: Norwegian Werewolf in Stadt [open]
Thu Nov 10, 2016 12:16 pm
Mirja, The Mad Wolf
The Ship docked, and she had no problems getting in, leading her to believe that either they knew she was coming, or the place had no sort of defence when it came to the world's greatest wolf coming to visit. It turned out to be the former as she stepped off onto the city and was greeted by several Quincy. None of which she even knew, which was sad. Was Nif not coming out? Was she busy....or wrapped up in bedroom games so intense and debased she could not pull herself away for a single moment. But she was to icy cool for that, so it was probably more like she got her robes caught in a door, or something.
"But I don't want to see the elect. I want to see Nif. I can go see this elect later, but right now my cake has three minutes before it spontaneously kasplodes into a messy mess of not-cakeness. And only the presence of the beautiful Angel that is Niflheim can sooth it's ragged soon to be exploding material so it does not make a giant mess all over the city. I make cakes with feelings, after all" She seemed pretty...energetic, and the escorts would probably be questioning their latest command as they looked at the Wolf girl.
"So! I can follow her scent, if you want to stalk me to make sure I have no evil intentions, then you can do that and I will see this Elect later but for now there is cakes afoot and that can not be allowed to go uncaked. Well, there is one cake, at least. So there is cake afoot, but still. Same concept. Can't be allowed to go uncaked if there is one cake or a thousand cakes" she told them, in a manner of explaining nothing at all with a great many words, and then headed off following her nose and humming to herself.
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Re: Norwegian Werewolf in Stadt [open]
Wed Nov 23, 2016 10:42 pm
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”Apparently she doesn’t know when she’s being called upon.”
The elect thought as she rubbed her temple with her fingers. Slowly rising from the spot that she had been resting in her study it took her but a few moments to go through the process of preparing herself to be “presentable” to the outside world. A Little bit of reishi manipulation her, a dash of good old cosmetics there and a new dress and she was as good as new. After which the elect had went through her window having opened it and gone into a state of free-falling from the room she had been doing her work in. Picking up speed until beneath her feet a tile created of reishi had easily formed, landing in a crouch she had launched off the reishi made plate and took flight into the air, thinking about how this girl had caused her so much headache and so much extra trouble by following her here.
Sure Mirja didn’t mean any harm but the fact of the matter was dire. This was a shinigami coming into a place that hated shinigami. Mirja would undoubtedly notice the fact that people leered at her on the streets. That children seemed to avoid her very presence. After all the shinigami were the equivalent of the boogeyman for most quincy. They hated them, they loathed their existence with such a passion that for many it would be considered suicide to even contemplating to come to the city of light if you were of shinigami descent. In fact as the elect was rushing to prevent something dire from happening a child would have came up from behind the likes of the mad wolf and simply said in a voice that shook with resolve.
”DIE SHINIGAMI SCUM”
The quincy child fired his weapon a simple quincy bow into the likes of mirja’s back point blank with the whole hearted intention of causing lethal wounds or harm to the shinigami that had come for no intents or purposes other than coming to see the likes of the elect for some strange reason. By this time the elect would have been half way through her motions in the air. Closing in rapidly on the spot in which the female named mirja was standing. Now she would only get there however after mirja reacted however she would to the child and depending on that reaction it might be a friendly meeting or a not so friendly one. Only time could tell.
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Re: Norwegian Werewolf in Stadt [open]
Thu Nov 24, 2016 7:36 am
Mirja, The Mad Wolf
Her nose availed her nothing, so she decided to stand where she was and hopfully the escort people would bring Nilf, or this Elect person. Either way. She had cake, and that cake was not going to be eaten by Mirja, so without Niflihiem, the cake would go uneaten. Her tail, the Fluffiest Tail in the Universe, swished softly behind her as she waited, looking around and smiling at the people looking at her. Having spent so long ostracized from the Shinigami for her weird looks and strange temperament, she was entirely oblivious to the fact that the stares were ones of malice rather than intrigue.
She waved at a few and gave a cheery smile, before her perception and ears picked up the rapid movement of someone on their way here. It was probably that Elect person that she'd need to deal with before getting to Nilfhiem, but that was fine. She'd indulge their administrative desires if it meant smoothing the transition. She was of a mind that completely and utterly failed to comprehend hating a person or race that had never done anything to her, personally. So the idea that she was vehemently hated here was not one that occurred to her until a child appeared and screamed for her to die, before shooting her in the back.
The arrow penetrated her back, and she let out a gasp of pain, the cake tray falling to the floor, breaking apart and splattering across the ground. However, a few seconds after she had been shot, Mirja abruptly vanished from the spot she was standing, leaving nothing but a punctured Shunshakusho to mark she had ever been there before. And then she spoke, in a tone much darker than what she had said to the guards. Without a single drop of Reiatsu, she managed to strike an imposing figure of power, the one cartoonish wolf ears and fluffy tail had spontaneously transformed into the markings of a vicious predator, and the young child, the deer with a broken leg. Standing naked in the streets, her scars were on show for everyone to see, but there would be questions about exactly how tall she was, as it seemed to fluctuate for the onlookers.
"You really desire to kill a person you have never met? To create an enemy were you had none? To risk your life needlessly for...what? The sake of pride? Well, I can not besmirch your resolve, little child. If you really wish to fight me, then I can do naught, but oblige" she replied, her tone colder than the icy Tundra of her home, harder than the blade she was drawing from it's sheath, and those silver eyes...there was something broken inside them, something so dark it was beautiful. "Is a glorious death in battle really what you want, child?" She asked, clutching Beowulf so tightly her knuckles turned white. She was so caught up in this, that she failed to notice Nilfhiem's arrival, focusing all her attention on the one who had shot her.
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Re: Norwegian Werewolf in Stadt [open]
Tue Nov 29, 2016 7:42 pm
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”Where is she? I can’t see her anywhere. Despite the fact that i got a report that mirja was within the city. Did she deviate from the escort i sent to go get her? I don’t understand this” The elects thoughts whirred through her brain as she had thought about the countless possibilities. About how in this situation there was a shinigami loose in a city of individuals that absolutely hated the shinigami’s guts. It was a sticky situation that in all honesty nothing good would come from, or atleast nothing good that niflheim could see would come from this. It was that thought process that had her speeding up until she was practically a blur between the buildings that she passed side by side. Curtains whipping up, people pointing as she went by, her eyes taking in all the sensory information as possible through the Reishi convergence System. Even then as she picked up speed and heard the static that was coming through the verbal feed she had to clap a hand over her ear so she could hear what was going on.
”Elect repeat, the guest has become hostile, repeat the guest has become hostile. Requesting permission to apprehend?”
Once she understood it, her mouth went slightly slackjawed in confusion over the situation. As from her interactions with the girl there had been nothing but cordial behavior and kindness. She doubted that there was a situation that could actually be as dire as her men made it out to be. So she had exhaled and shot back a message to the men who had been on the scene. ”..Send visual confirmation of the action please?” She waited after that until she got an image that shifted into her gaze and it was one that caused the female to shift, her expression for a moment was confusion, then there was the moment of shock that registered that she had let someone within the city who currently was trying to harm those who had been under her charge. Then there was the moment that she had allowed for her body to practically vibrate with energy, vanishing from the spot as she constructed a point between her location and the location that all this was going on.
Crack!
The sound of shattered glass echoed as she burst through the mirror she had constructed. Her eyes glowing with a deadly glint. Just like that she had transversed the distance near instantly, her hair whipping out behind her as she landed on the side of a building. Feet bunched up so she landed on her toes, knee’s bent at a ninety degree angle for a mere second after which she launched off with augmented force that was great enough that the building itself fragmented under the duress. Her body flying through the air at speeds that easily could have been mach one, her body shifting before finally she was upon the scene that had been laid out infront of her previously. Her body coiled and moving into action abruptly as without any warning, without any delay her body appeared virtually out of thin air in a crouching lunge directly below the guard of the wolf. In her hand she had formed without a seconds hesitation a katana out of pure reishi, the edge of it vibrating and glowing a pristine blue.
It was this blade that now was pressing against the female known as mirja’s throat close enough that even with her durable skin it would easily knick it. Leading to a trail of blood flowing down probably and hissing on the blade while her eyes well. . It was hard to explain it, her eyes had become devoid of the normal happy emotions, the normal graceful emotions that made her the benevolent leader of the quincy she was. In their place was a void that was full of steely killing intent, icy intent that would put a chill even in the harshest of foes. They weren’t the eyes that one had towards someone who they thought of as a comrade. Instead they had been the eyes of someone who was seconds away from cutting someone open and leaving their guts to spill out across the floor. Infact it wasn’t just niflheim. On the rooftops surrounding mirja there would be hundreds of quincy archers, the civilians had come to see the commotion and now almost every one of them had their bow pointed towards what was perceived as a threat. Only then did niflheim’s emotionless, yet grating words come out of her throat in a low snarl .
”..What is the meaning of this, Miss? “
Her tone spoke of violence. As that was the situation mirja had unwittingly gotten herself into.
