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Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]

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Thu Mar 09, 2017 3:39 pm
"Now that you mention it, I do feel slightly tired; nothing a cup of coffee from your cafe wouldn't help," Rukia murmured with a smile, her words soft as her amethyst orbs bore into Mirja's silver ones.

"Perhaps there we could discuss the Full Tulpa, and return to it tomorrow," She suggested, her sentence becoming obscured by the apparent rumbling of Rukia's stomach — pangs of hunger now plaguing her slender figure as she stood before the Wolf, embarrassment plastering itself upon her now deeply rose blushing cheeks. Her hands, which hung idly at her sides moved to smooth the pleats of her hakama, as if she was brushing away any remnants of dirt from the dark fabric; where her slender fingers then diverted their attention from her shihakusho, to the Kuchiki Clan scarf, her fingers dancing upon the soft, silken fabric absentmindedly.



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Thu Mar 09, 2017 4:25 pm

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





Mirja turned, and pointed in the direction of the door dramatically.
"Well then, to work! For me, for you you just sit and drink and be beautiful. I mena, I could sit and be beautiful as well but then who would do the coffee? I can't trust anyone to be as good as I am, not saying I'm amazing, just saying that I am amazing" She exclaimed, marching over to the door and opening it before looking back at Rukia. "Full Tulpa is just an evolution of the Personal Tulpa. It's not something you'll be able to pull off in a day. You just work on it and eventually you'll feel the time is right and poof, Full Tulpa" she explained, before laughing maniacally. "I'll meet you there, Rukia~" and then she was gone. There was no massive blast, or gust of wind, nor did she kick up any dust with her high-speed movement. It was simply, as if she had teleported.

Which she hadn't, she was using her Mature Slip-Stream, but that it how it would appear to those without incredible opticals to see her moving with that tech. It was her baby, after all. Her ever growing baby. That she kind of needed to do some more work on, but that was for later. Right now, Work! Mirja got out of her Vastime Uniform, and into the black-and-red Maids uniform, before preparing a cup of MOVEIT! It was a potent concoction of coffee that was in the Metahuman section of her menu. Several things she made were unfit for human consumption, and there was a disclaimer on the Metahuman part of the menu that ordering anything off it wavered all rights to sue her if you died.

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Thu Mar 09, 2017 10:24 pm
Rukia watched as Mirja's form disappeared before her eyes, before exiting the training grounds via the door that lead to the rest of the Vastimian compound; the same one she had ventured through days prior. Her waraji clad feet began to move, as if she were on autopilot, in the direction of Mirja's café, carrying her to her destination with grace; her brilliant silken scarf denoting her clan billowing in an airy stream behind her, drawing a bit of attention — though Rukia paid no mind to it.

The noblewoman arrived to the café after a leisurely 15 minute walk, though it would have been much faster had she been using shunpo, however, she felt like taking her time. She slid the door open, bowing as she did so, her lips parting to her gentle, woodwind-esque voice could echo throughout the shop, "Irasshaimase, Eeola-senpai."

Following the gesture, Rukia entered, sliding the door closed behind her, and finding her way to the bar, where she planted herself atop one of the plush, comfortable stools that felt as if one were seated on a cloud, a polite smile dancing across her face while she warmly regarded the other woman.


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Fri Mar 10, 2017 8:32 am

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





Mirja finished brewing the coffee, and made a little cake to go with it, before setting it down on the table and stepping back, wondering how Rukia would react to her new outfit. Five minutes later, she was sat on the chair, drinking the now-lukewarm drink. What was taking her so long? It was a three minute amble from the training ground to her cafe, and since someone was waiting for her, Mirja assumed she'd be more ahurried to get where she was going. But no, she seemed to be dawdling, looking in the shops and petting the dogs, or something that totally crippled the time it took her to get to Mirja's cafe. After finishing the drink, and the cake, she took them into the back to wash up, and then went out to clean the tables, sweep the floors, set the chairs perfectly, wash the windows, and then sit back down.

Mirja generally moved on at a higher speed than most other people, so h er work had only taken around eight minutes, and Rukia was still not back. Had she been kidnapped? Had she decided to take an impromptu flying session? Had she fallen into a temporal wormhole that spat her out an hour in the future? Regardless of what, exactly, was keeping her, Mirja decided to sit back and think. The energy that her Tulpas were made of was interesting, but with enough thought, she could probably nail down how to use it properly. Eventually, Rukia entered the shop, sprouting some gobbled Moon Speech at her like she was meant to know what the girl was saying.
"Hafgalblah, Rukia" she replied, before getting up and trying not to loom at the incredibly tardy Shinigami. Handing Rukia a menu, she let the girl pick what she wanted herself, rather than make her the best stuff.

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Fri Mar 10, 2017 11:54 am
"I was greeting you, Eeola-senpai. I also apologize for my inherent tardiness; I decided to take my time so that you could prepare for my arrival," she said with a wink, before her notorious amaranthine orbs scanned the menu for something to eat, and also drink. They landed upon an a roasted green tea latte with steamed milk, and a slice of a decadent white cake, frosted with whipped cream, and topped with fruit and powdered sugar — Rukia's mouth watered at the thought.

She had quite the sweet tooth, of which Byakuya often chided her for when she beckoned to the Manor servants to bring her cucumber slices dipped in chocolate, or sweet, glazed rice balls, when Byakuya wasn't looking — though he always managed to find out in some way or another, much to Rukia's mortification.

Rukia politely folded the menu, before handing it back to Mirja, fully intending to observe Mirja in her craft as she prepared the hot beverage, and slice of cake; Rukia loved watching people do things they were passionate about, especially when there was a fire in their eyes — a fire that temporarily warmed the chill that was embedded within Rukia's core.


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Fri Mar 10, 2017 12:42 pm

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





Scowling first intensified, but eventually backed off and took the menu, giving her a cute curtsy. She was pretty decadent from her choices, but that was what Mirja liked about people. She had the best ingredients from around the world, both above and below the sea and sky. She took the menu and then headed into the back. She didn't have any of the ingredients on the shop floor, it was mostly in the back. Not locked down, but not on hand either. Some of her stuff could cause trouble if it wasn't made right, so she had to make sure that nobody could just grab it.

Which was unfortunate for someone like Rukia who liked to watch a person make the stuff. But Mirja was better safe than some guy having explosive diarrhea and getting rushed to the hospital due to dehydration as way to much came out of both ends. Her stuff could be dangerous, but then so could pretty much everything in the world if it was handled incorrectly. So eventually, she came out with a tray, two cups and Rukia's cake on the top. She had poured her emotion into something, so she was no longer bottled.

Placing the tray on the table, she gave Rukia her drink and cake, before taking her own drink and sipping it.
"I, operate at a higher rate of movement than most people. I lose interest quickly, I have a short attention span, and I like going fast. So I can get annoyed at people very easily if there is any semblance of not going at a speed I need them to go at. It doesn't mean anything, it's just a wolf girl broken and put back together. She might function as a cup, but everyone can see the fracture lines"

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Fri Mar 10, 2017 1:37 pm
Rukia's cheeks began to heat up, heat tinging her cheeks with a rosey shade of pink — she was truly embarrassed that she hadn't even thought of the speed in which Mirja operated; and it made her feel selfish, the woman drew her lip into her mouth, chewing on it for a moment before busying herself with the steaming, frothy mug of green tea before her.

She clasped her icy hands around the warm ceramic mug, lifting it to her lips, where she would then take a sip from it, testing the temperature of the tea, before taking another pull from it. Her eyelids obscured her amethyst irises from view as she closed the, and her eyelashes dusted her cheek bones, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly against the Rukia's milky flesh.

"Ah~ This tea is delicious," Rukia sighed. There was a travelling warmth that was making its way throughout the woman's extremities, easing her internal chill, and relaxing the various sinews and muscle tissues that lay beneath her alabaster epidermis.


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Sat Mar 11, 2017 9:20 am

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





Mirja sipped her own tea as Rukia said nothing. Interestingly, Mirja believed her to be a girl outspoken in her field. To stay silent, was strange. But then Mirja was a very strange girl herself so to call someone out on their strangeness was a laughable thing, not that she was going to laugh because that would mean there was no real reason to do so and everyone would get spooked. But her mind was overloading with the need to laugh because it was a laughable thing. What would Thor do in this situation? Probably drink coffee and swing a hammer around.

Lacking a hammer, she took a deep gulp of her drink, and then smiled at Rukia as she exclaimed her delight for the drink.
"Thanks. The beans are made in a Sky City, so they have a unique taste compared to their continental floor cousins. I always make sure to buy the best stuff for my customers" She stated, sipping her drink some more, before looking around the cafe. It was clean, and there was nothing left to do. With Rukia's training over, she'd probably have to go, elsewhere. Teach some people or grab Hayden and try to have a saner talker with him about her plans. She had good plans, after all. Well, they were sort of good plans, at least.
"Well, that is training over. All that you have to do now, is something that you alone must do. Nobody can help you evolve your style into a full being" Mirja had her own things she needed to test out, but Rukia didn't need to know that. Let her become comfortable with her Full Tulpa before Mirja started teaching her about the crazy new form she had just developed in the last couple of days.

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Sat Mar 11, 2017 4:16 pm
Rukia's lips drew closed as she finished her last languid gulp of her tea, savoring the flavor as it washed over her palate; her porcelain fingers dancing against the polished metal fork that sat in front of her on the bar countertop, taking hold of it, where she then used the side of it to cut off a bite from her slice of cake — popping the first perfectly spongy, and sweet confectionary bite into her mouth — and began chewing on it thought fully.

The bites that contained the juice-filled, succulent pieces of fruit were Rukia's favorite, for they balanced out the full sweetness of the cake with their tart bursts of flavor, creating a symphony of flavors in the Shinigami's mouth — however, it didn't take Rukia long to finish the slice of cake; she did have a ravenous sweet tooth, after all.

"Did you bake that cake yourself?" Rukia wondered aloud, her sparkling eyes of amethyst were alight with both curiosity and warmth as they fixated on Mirja's own, a smile gracing her alabaster face.

"And how much do I owe you, Eeola-senpai?" She asked, tapping her chin with her slim index finger as her thoughts overtook her — her idle hand plunging into the depths of her shihakusho in search of her coin pouch, retrieving it, and placing it onto the counter as the currency jingled upon contact with the hard surface.

"I suppose I should stop holding you hostage, and all to myself," Rukia mused, laughter chiming like the tinkling of little bells, a toothy grin replacing the smile that had previously occupied her face; where the perfectly white teeth of the noblewoman shone brightly.


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Sun Mar 12, 2017 6:03 pm

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





Mirja finished her drink and watched Rukia eat. It was good to see her react so positively to it. Mirja enjoyed cooking for people who could really appreciate it, after all. So she watched intensely as Rukia ate and reacted rather how Mirja thought she would if a guy got the girl into a bedroom. While there were certain herbs that could make her react literally in that fashion, you really needed to know how to do that before starting.
"I did, yes. I learned a lot in my younger years as a Shinigami. My strength increased on it's own without me needing to put any work in, so I had a lot of spare time when the others were working out to build their bodies up" She explained, playing with her cup as Rukia seemed very hyped about the whole cake situation. When she asked for the price, Mirja wondered if she would be less hyped in a moment.

"It comes to about nineteen thousand six hundred yen. You didn't specify on the quality so I went with premium because you are a Noble from a rather big house with a lot of good stuff. You probably like the best stuff and don't like sub-par stuff" She explained, getting up and putting empty stuff on a tray. She vanished for a few seconds into the backroom before returning and sitting back down on the seat. "And really, I don't think you could hold me hostage if you wanted to. But, I am a generous Wolf, so you may leave unmolested, my little noble" Mirja teased, her broad, fangy grin making it clear she was just messing with Rukia. Probably. Mirja did have a reputation of being nearly impossible to understand sometimes, after all.

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