A Wolf Wanders [open]

Fri Mar 31, 2017 12:52 pm

The rightly named Wastelands have always been one of Mirja's favorite haunt, and none of the events that she had been through in her life had changed this. They were not her favorite for any real reason other than the fact that Hollows were everywhere in this place, and there was freedom to go where ever you wanted. To Run like a mad woman into the horizon if you so wished. You occasionally got some cute animal, or nice flower, or something, but it generally did it's name justice and was a land that was just full of waste, of nothing, and of endlessness. Of course, nothing was endless at the speeds she moved, but it was near enough. She had been here so many times, never wearing shoes, and never bothering. Although these days she was sort of covered by her Eve Prime bodysuit, but still no shoes over that.

Unfortunately, she had nothing to do today. Running was always good, but sometimes a girl craved interaction, and those that she interacted with were hiding, it seemed, either because they didn't want to be murdered to death by Mirja, or because today was a movie and chill night, with popcorn and other nice things, to which you could flirt with your lady hollow and maybe make baby hollows. Hollow procreation didn't give her anything to do yet, however, so she looked up to the sky, like she had done several times before.

"Hey, Soul King. How many times can I ask you to drop me something fun with a side of cute before you start throwing lightning bolts at me?" she asked the sky, grinning at the idea. Was, Soul King the guy that threw lightning bolts, or did he deligate that task to someone else?

Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:09 am

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She was growing a little rusty with her sacred weapon sitting inside the sheath for long periods of time without even being used once, so it figures that it was best not to neglect training even if she was away from Russia as an ambassador.

Wasteland was the perfect place to draw her weapon since it is away from civilization, preventing damages and is mostly likely to have hostile enemies in this area. So, a small figure can be seen in the midst of the wasteland, a little girl with an unsheathed katana held with her right hand as she walked across the wasteland. She figured that it needed a much needed fresh air after sitting inside for a long time as it rarely seen a glimpse of sunlight since the last time she drew the weapon.

Today, however, was rather strange. It being a wasteland and barely had any living things around it, she expected it to be rather crowded with hostility like hollows and the like. So, the lack of numbers worried her as Verniy's eyes darted around and her mind under focus to not lower her guard.

She doesn't know about the cause to this lack of numbers. Is there something that is preventing them from staying here, or is it someone? Verniy scanned around her a little bit longer as she walked, hoping to see something or someone.

Sat Apr 01, 2017 10:29 am

Wandering, wandering, she didn't get struck by a lightning bolt, and that was good. So either old King didn't care that she was constantly pestering him, or he just didn't care straight up. Both sounded about right for the guy. but then! her nose sniffed something. Sniff sniff, she followed it, sniff sniff, she couldn't quite make it out other than knowing it was going to be really good when she did find it. The wilderness was big and she didn't want to lose the scent, so she went slow, and tracked like a good wolf did.

Eventually, all was revealed, as the source of the scent was a beautiful Russian girl that she had been trying to entice to speak because she had spoken once and it was the cutest thing she had ever heard come from the mouth of anyone. So without much warning for the poor Verniy, Mirja lept from the bushes into a broad tackling hug.
"EEEE! Verniy! It's so awesome to see you here, what are you doing here, do you want to go shopping I could get you into such a beautiful dress or hell I could get you such a beautiful dress made I know a guy who is really good at making them and plus it's a special material that is a super secret but really comfortable like silk but strong and able to take a pounding it's like super silk!" She rambled on at incredible length, as if speaking for Verniy's lack thereof. Mirja's crazy rambling was probably going to scare the girl as it always did, and the intense snuggles where Verniy got a faceful of latex-covered boob was not going to help matters in that front.

Sat Apr 01, 2017 3:29 pm

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Verniy was already very cautious of her surroundings and someone leaping out of nowhere wasn't exactly a leap of faith either, as she reacted quickly by the sudden presence of an individual and without checking, had her feet kick up in an angle where the girl could crash into and the blade of the katana sharply pointed against the neck of a girl in an attempt to constraint her, only to realize that the person is actually Mirja.

Realizing this, Verniy would retreat her weapon and if Mirja still continued her actions as intended, she would more or less defenseless against what Mirja is doing especially in the contest of strength. Since this place aren't in public view, her reaction is much different than when it was at Vastime towards Mirja's display of affection for her. Although, the only thing that annoys her was being shoved between her boobs, as if Mirja was making a lack of something on Verniy's physical growth. The annoyed feeling cannot be expressed by her face but a blank stare in one direction and lack of resistance meant 'something'.

She eventually lightly pushed Mirja away with one hand in order to not come off wrong, and with the same blank expression she has for a long period of time, stared deep into Mirja's eyes and shook her head side to side. Afterwards, Verniy stabbed the sword into the ground and pulled herself up, looking around once more as she was still suspicious at the lack of hostile beings around.

Are they preparing for a huge ambush?

She doesn't know the answer to her own question but it is not her main concern. Verniy is more worried about Mirja, without knowing how strong the girl is, she doesn't feel like it is best to drag comrades along especially when she is originally here to clear the dust off of her sacred weapon and find for potential hostiles in the wasteland. Little did she know Mirja is here and she doesn't know why she is hanging out in a dangerous place.

So she looked at Mirja with a blank stare, with her head tilted to the side in question of why she is here.

Sat Apr 01, 2017 3:41 pm

No surprise, or stumbling back suddenly and bowling over tables. That was good, maybe the girl was finally getting used to Mirja's Mirjaliness. After a bit more snuggling, she felt her little doll desiring to get out of the snuggle-hold, and so left her go, and just grinned broadly. She very much enjoyed Verniy's presence, even when there weren't any words said, which made conversation difficult. Remembering a thought she had a while ago, Mirja wracked her brains for a second, and then nodded when she had it down. If Verniy didn't like english, then it was logical to go elsewhere.

"Так приятно видеть тебя, моя милая дорогая. Что ты здесь делаешь?" The russian words were spoken pretty well, but without the proper accent, the wolf made them sound pretty weird. Still, the feeling behind it was pretty obvious, so Verniy should have been able to understand her properly. But then, there was awkwardness. Verniy was never one to talk and Mirja was not one to really know what to fill the silence with, making for some interesting engagements if Mirja didnt decide to just plant a smoochie right on the girl's lips and then see how she reacted from that one. Which was totally a Mirja thing to do.

Mon Apr 03, 2017 6:54 am

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Verniy still doesn't understand just how much Mirja wanted her to speak in the first place. She even put effort into speaking Russian with her in hopes of establishing communication. She noticed the lack of accent but didn't bat an eye about it, as long as it is not used as an insult against her country, she is fine whoever that speaks it. After all, it is her home.

Even with her blank expression, Verniy made a clear sigh because she doesn't understand why is she trying so much to get her to talk? Is it really that important to get someone as unimportant as herself to talk? Most people would just give up and leave when they realize that she won't speak no matter what but Mirja kept struggling and even tried some.. questionable actions to get something out of her.

Verniy looked around, making sure that there wasn’t anyone else around that might be present right now and cleared her throat.

”Товарищ, I can speak English just fine..”

She spoke, this time, in a full human sentences. Her Russian accent was thick and the tone she speaks in is very soft, almost child-like. Verniy had figured that if she kept on the pointless struggle to not speak a word, Mirja will always find some way to get her to do so. While she still has issues trusting Mirja, she believed that she was honest enough although it may be in a way that might be uncomfortable to her sometimes. Maybe it was time to trust someone for once, even for a little bit.

Verniy’s face remained stiff and had a few visible drops of sweat. She was nervous because Mirja was the first person outside of Russia that she spoke to and she was not used to it. However, Verniy doubted that she might speak again because after years of silence, she felt a little odd to talk, close to becoming a habit to just nod in silence and do whatever she was told to.

But.

She is more worried about how she would respond especially Mirja.

Mon Apr 03, 2017 9:32 am

Waiting and looking, she wondered if she had said the words right. She wasn't confident about her own skill in grasping a language, but thought she did pretty well with the enunciation of it. Maybe talking hurt? Some accident when she was young had damaged her vocal cords and now she stayed silent because speaking was literally a pain. Mirja felt rather bad for that, not wanting to force the girl to speak even though that was exactly what she was doing. Her desire to hear the girl speak conflicted with a desire to protect her from herself however she could.

But that all went out of the window when she spoke again. A small part of her mind pricked ears but didn't detract any roughness or minute tell that would indicate damage to her voice. So she straightened up and let out an intense squeal as her body shuddered as if it had been hit by lightning. Verniy's voice has such an effect on Mirja, with it's soft, cute tone mixed with the hard Russian accent becoming something amazing to audibly behold. Mirja had reached the climax of her goals, finally getting Verniy to speak again, and it was good.

"You are so cute!" She exclaimed, suddenly darting in to pick Verniy up and hug her, spinning around madly until she tripped and fell, pulling Verniy with her so that the small Russian girl was sat on top on Mirja when they landed. "Ohh, sorry, about that. It's hard on occasion to contain my eccentric nature. But you really do have a cute voice" she told Verniy, giving her a soft, warm smile. "So, what are you doing out here? Not exactly the nicest place for Vastimes Cutest Russian. Gotta be a good reason, no?"

Fri Apr 07, 2017 1:07 pm

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Verniy was concerned with how she would sound because she hasn't spoken for as long as she could remember, hoping that her spoken language doesn't sound awkward with her thick Russian accent. However, she was surprised on how big of a reaction Mirja had displayed even if it was just a few words.

Was it really that important to see her to just talk? Verniy doesn't see anything special in herself, just a girl who's been tasked to represent Russia and nothing more than a soldier in her mind. So, nothing adds up to make sense of someone's needs. It is great that she is being reliable to Mirja and gives her a sense of fulfillment, but why?

Pulled into a hug and spun around in excitement, when she fell down on top of Mirja, she would be under a light dizzy spell by the way she was spun around almost like a doll and recovered soon after.

When Mirja praised her voice, she dug her face away, embarrassment mixed with doubt of the praise. She understands that she was being honest but a part of Verniy felt as if it was a lie, just a way to make her feel good about herself. Its no different than where she used to grow up in, anyway.

Verniy faced back to Mirja when she asked about her reason of being here and it was the moment that she almost forgotten her reason being here, being caught up in Mirja's words and excitement. Before replying, she would sit up from her initial position and lightly gripped the handle of her sword.

"... Training.."

Her tone remained soft with a strong Russian accent and made her reply short.

Fri Apr 07, 2017 1:49 pm

Mirja was beaming intensely at Verniy when she spoke. The girl was small, and so incredibly cute that Mirja had no chance, no ability to defend from it. It was like Verniy was a doll sent from heaven to please everyone with how she looked. There was no desire for anything cardinal, everything of htat went to Niflhiem for a reason Mirja had not yet managed to understand. And on the topic of understanding, Verniy seemed put off by Mirja's attentions, like she didn't want them, or didn't believe them. Mirja didnt quite understand why, but since she wasn't asked to stop, she simply carried on.

And then, when Mirja gave her the compliment, it was so cute to watch her dig her face away, as if she was not used to hearing that and was getting so caught up in the embarrassment of the moment she couldn't bare the compliments. Well, she'd make sure that Verniy heard compliments enough that they no longer became embarrassing, but instead became what they really were, a statement of truth for the smol Russian girl to get used to and eventually enjoy the announcement of. She was too cute to allow anything less, after all.

But that was all for later, as the girl was apparently out here for training. It occurred to her that she had never seen Verniy fight, or even put fighting and Verniy in the same sentence before.
"Ohh, you'll not find anything worth anything out here, dove. I've got something back at home that might work for calling a party down, but other than that, you'll barely warm up on the scum that wander this place. I've been up and down here more times than I can count, and challenge isn't something it offers"

Fri Apr 07, 2017 2:56 pm

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It might explain the lack of hostile beings within the wasteland. She never had a direct assessment of Mirja's abilities before but she assumed that her being frequent in the wasteland may have been the catalyst for the lack of numbers. If that were the case, there is no reason for Verniy to be in the wasteland anymore since there won't be any targets to get the rust off of her sacred weapon after being idle in her sheath for a long period of time.

When Mirja mentioned of having something at her home, Verniy was a bit hesitant to agree in coming along, due to the fact that she was afraid of disturbing her free time over someone like herself. Despite her being so nice, Verniy still feels a little odd with the treatment. It just doesn't feel right for her.

Verniy would later sheath her sword back, preferring to keep it out of the sun if possible to prevent any unfortunate accidents with it. Afterwards, she replied Mirja softly again with a bit of stutter here and there.

".. No.. Its okay. I.. don't want to be a bother at your.. home.."

She wasn't sure if it was right to be a bother to someone, even for something as simple as a training and although she has something that she might be able to use. It just doesn't feel well with her.

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