Summers Heat [Niflheim/Mirja]

Tue May 23, 2017 9:52 am

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ENTER THE DEPTHS

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The sound of papers being shuffled filled the office of the leader of the quincy. She had just gotten through the days tasks, the mountainous pile of papers that sat upon her desk neat, orderly and finally all rejected or signed off on. It was harsh, sitting here for hours on end doing nothing but papers, but alas it was what she signed up for. Today however was another day, and particularly a certain wolf was apparently going to come down to visit. Niflheim slid from behind her desk with poise, her posture impeccable even as she stood up and lifted an arm over her head, the other sliding to press against the back of the others shoulder joint, applying enough pressure that it was possible for a faint popping sound to be heard. The softest of yawns leaving her mouth.

She had left her office, and to the surprise of her subordinates what she was wearing was not the formal attire of the vandenreich. Rather she was wearing a simple white dress with frill at the end, and a soft stole across her shoulders of the lightest blue. Her thigh-high boots a pristine white the heel not to thick, but not too thin either. Still functional, or as functional you could ask a the deathtrap known as heels to be.

They were to meet in the park, a part of the quincy city that on a hot and muggy summer's eve as this would be sparsely populated. Which was why as Niflheim left the government building, there wasn’t as big of a crowd drawn by her sudden appearance as on more milder days. The ocean’s breezes helped to abate the hellish heat so close to the equator but, sometimes they still got a freak hotwave such as this. Much to Niflheim’s irritation, she was used to a much milder climate in antarctica where it was simply cold. Yet, one wouldn’t be able to pick up the hints of displeasure from her face, it was as it always was around her people; a composed mask. She was their symbol of leadership, the crutch that would help the quincy get off the ground. She’d show them nothing less than the leader that cherishes them so.

Niflheim made her way across the governments square, her heels clacking against the flagstones, the pristine white walkways that had been only lightly dusted with gray undertones. She wasn’t in a rush to get there, no with the sound of seagulls crying overhead, and the soft sound of ocean water rushing to and fro lapping at the shores was calming. It allowed her to as she breathed in and smelled the brine to remember why she chose this place. The scenery, and the tranquility; both of which was what the quincy needed. A place they didn’t have to worry, and she had given them one, but as well she was only human, and humans needed a day off every once in awhile.

This was her day off, as she strolled through the streets completely without aid of her supernatural speed, or her supernatural gifts. Her expression tranquil, and her steps unhurried, she already was arriving thirty minutes before the time they were supposed to meet, and because of that she felt it was alright to take her time. As such, she meandered gently greeting the populace, giving them friendly smiles and gentle nods to their questions or slight shakes if she couldn’t answer them. Eventually she’d make her way to the park that was near one of the edges of the city, it’s beauty a terraformed part of one of the islands that the city was built upon. It’s verdant greenery vibrant and flourishing; the palm-leaves gently swaying in the wind.

She had arrived at the meeting point, and thus she now gently sat down on her knees, as she had been taught by her parents when she still lived in japan. Resting her back against the palm tree and letting her eyes slide shut as she felt the breeze blow against her face. This, was bliss.

Tue May 23, 2017 10:23 am

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden

Mirja

Mirja, was wearing A Dress. She didn't usually do this sort of thing, and so her fashion was kind of a bit fluffed as to what she was actually meant to wear. It confused and mystified her and eventually she got some help from one of the people she knew, who advised her to wear this dress particularly. Apparently the latex shine and the corset and the general look of it all was exactly what she should be wearing while talking to someone like Niflhiem. Split for riding, running and kicking, obviously. She wasn't going to put on a deathtrap like a full length dress without making sure she could move in it.

On the boat her heart was thumping incredibly hard, she was so nervous, she couldn't stop pacing in her cute satin shoes, and was glad that she had checked the weather before coming out. Since she didn't sweat, it was going to be a hot day, had she not played with her runes and turned her skin into basically a nice cool bit of shade that she carried with her.

Second, third, and fourth guessing herself, she stroked down her latex dress, and wondered how this was going to go down. Last time wasn't so great on the relation front to the Quincy, but with Nif, it couldn't have gone better. Mirja's heart had been captured by the Quincy woman, and now she had come to see what she could do with that. The whole concept of love confused her, and so she needed Nif's help as much as her love, to actually be what the woman deserved. Fixing her hair for the fifth time - it had actually been brushed and styled, rather than left in the iconic ragged mess that she usually let it lay in - she stepped off onto the docks when the boat arrived, and took a deep breath. She had a basket full of picnic stuff, all made by her, and this was going to be nice. Last time she walked through the city, she kind of made a mess, so this time she decided not to walk through the city, seemingly vanishing from the docks as her Slip-Stream carried her at incredible speed to Niflhiem's side. She hadn't been this nervous when she was faced off against the Troll, or even the Atlas Project.

"He...hey, have you been waiting long?" She asked, ringing her hands nervously as she looked at Niflhiem, her radiance such that it calmed her and made her nervous state many times worse.

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Sat May 27, 2017 6:47 am

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden

Mirja

Mirja sat down next to Niflhiem, her latex dress crackling as she moved, and shining in the sun, which seemed to draw some attention along with her cute wolf ears, and tail. She pulled her picnic box up to her, and opened it, a resounding crack rang out as the lid snapped off from her nerves being to jittery to control strength well. Slowly she hid it behind her, and hoped that Nif didn't see it even though it was obvious that the box was now sans lid, and it wasn't quiet about it at all.

"Ahh, work. Yea. Lots of that when you are the leader. I'm surprised that you even managed to come out here, I thought you'd be doing more work until the world imploded through a localised black hole. And then you still tried to finish off some paperwork" She yammered, smiling and kind of getting angry at the same time. Why couldn't this just be easy, why couldn't she just deal with this like normal people. She could flirt up a storm, and while there wasn't really any intentions other than that, it was easy for her. But this, she could barely control herself. These were the nerves that she was meant to get over in the Academy, sending love letters to people. But, there she was thought of as a monster and nobody so much as looked at her with anything more than disgust and contempt. Murder would do that, to your reputation.

So she looked over to Niflhiem, and was getting upstaged by a hawk. Bloody thing, she was going to...not kill it because the situation would not be improved by her ripping the head off a bird with a scream of anger and vexation. She didn't know why she was here. Mirja didn't deserve someone like Niflhiem, she was far to pure, far to nice for something like her to pollute. And so she just sat there while Niflhiem stroked the Falcon, and dissolved in self-doubt and anguish.

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Wed May 31, 2017 10:37 am

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden

Mirja

Slowly melting in her despair, she was tugged from it when suddenly Niflhiem patted her. It was not something she usually allowed, biting people if they tried to get near her wolf ears, but not it felt good. her tail swished across the ground and she made soft, happy growls as it happened, and didn't even worry when she realised that her hair was being messed up by the patting. Her hair wasn't as important as this small, but deeply meaningful show of affection from Niflhiem. It was what had captured her heart in the first place. The way it was just done without thought.

Eventually it stopped, which was suckish, but then that was the philosophy of the world. Everything stopped eventually, and all you could do was enjoy the time you had when it was happening, or go out and capture it so you could make it carry on. The very thought of Nifl made Mirja not want to show her usual, feral wolf side, and so she suppressed it and slowly shifted until her head was leaning against Niflhiem's lap, making sure that her unnaturally heavy body wasn't leaning to uncomfortably on her. She had no idea what she was doing right now. She was lost, far from what she knew, and without the ability to just fix the situation by punching things until it stopped becoming a problem.

"No. Nothing is wrong, anymore" she told her, smiling softly on the girl's lap. Maybe she never would be able to actually tell Nif how she felt. She was not a Wolf to which words came easily, but she could just enjoy the small parts of when she acted without thought and just, hugged her, comforted her, or patted her ears. Such small things meaning so much to Mirja, it confused her. But, at the same time, it was a situation that she didn't need to understand.

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Sat Jul 15, 2017 9:31 pm

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden

Mirja

Mirja was a dominant girl, a girl who had a very forceful personality, was very up front and in-your-face about most things she got up to, wither it was flirting, cooking, fighting, or playing the piano. But, for some reason, with her heart slamming inside her chest - such that she felt like she had used Heart's Kiai without realising it - she was content to just let Nif do what she wanted with her. And it seemed Nif had a lot of things to do with a cuddle bug the likes of which she had with Mirja. A cute, latex-clad wolf for which she could snuggle, and hug, and play with her ears. That was enough to make Mirja gruffle with enjoyment.

And there was a lot of venting as well, she seemed to enjoy talking to Mirja and letting out things that sounded as if she had not told anyone else before, or at least had not properly spoken to someone about it in a long time. Mirja was always open to being a careful ear to listen to their words. Even if she couldn't help, she could still listen, and that was just as good. Sometimes people solved the issues themselves just by talking to someone else about them.

However, her honour was besmirched when Nif claimed she was a big goofball pup. So with a mock look of shock, she stared at Nif.
"I can't believe you would suggest that I do not plan my every action years in advance. Why, before I had even met you for the first time, I had plans to do this" She exclaimed before burrying her face into Niflheim's chest and blowing raspberries. It wasn't all fun and games however, so eventually she pulled her head out and let out a soft sigh.
"I don't know. I don't know how I treat friends because I've never really had any. Taichou would be the closest and she is more an obsessive dependant with a long, tentacled string attached. But, if you really want to know then I think I can tell you" Mirja said, just lying there for a few more seconds before gathering the courage to speak up. Closure was better than nothing, after all.

"I'm in love with you. Maddeningly in love with you. I don't know when it started, I just know that I saw you in a light I have never seen anyone in. In a light I didn't think I was able to see people in. And now, your very presence brings me serenity that has eluded me for so many decades" And that was that. Cat, was officially out of the bag. Nothing she could do now, but wait. And hope. And pray if she was religious in any way.

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Sat Jul 15, 2017 9:59 pm

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden

Mirja

Mirja had no idea what to expect after she had admitted such. She never made it a secret that emotions confused her, and that she had rather strange, detached views from everyone else, that got her branded an idiot, at best. Getting attacked, however, was not something that was on the list of possibilities. Not that Mirja wasn't prepared for it. She had a horrible mentality of always being prepared for a fight and always having a plan to subdue and inhume anyone she came across. Her reaction time was sublime, and her prowess in close combat was nearly unparalleled. She had to force down the switch that would turn this lovely picnic into a brutal fight and just let it happen.

That didn't mean she didn't take precautions. Her skin hardened dramatically as she rapidly uterlized her Zero-Point Soul Refraction Technique, and her eyes turned yellow with black sclera as she tapped into her Cardinal Seal without donning the Hollow Mask. That, might be a little too much for Quincy Land. But, as the seconds ticked on, there was no further attack. Nif got pissed to the extreme, -
an emotion that Mirja was well acquainted with, at both ends - but no actual strike came. But she still had the plan whirring away in her head. Utsusemi would provide sufficient distraction for the first second, and then spawn two Tulpa fists and deliver a punch to three separate points of the spinal column. Optimal outcome would be the breaking of the spine, but dislocation of the disks would also be acceptable. There was no hint of a joke or a tease in her eyes. They were cold, calculating eyes of a vicious monster.

But then Nif's anger melted away, and the confusion that caused threw off Mirja. She was expecting combat, hell she had the first minute of combat down in her head as well as adaption to unforeseen outcomes. But this...? Her mind shunted off combat, her eyes turned back to their normal, hauntingly beautiful silver, and there was racing of a different kind. Eventually, after a few seconds of silence, she spoke.
"I don't know. Never professed to understand much outside of combat. But, that was a rather, vigorous reaction. I can only assume that I am not the first, and that it ended very badly. You can talk to me about it if you want, or I can wait until you are ready. I'm not exactly going to die of old age"

Mirja seemed a lot more confident, a lot less nervous, and more in control of the situation. Which was strange considering she was pinned to a tree, but that was just how Mirja was. Conflict was where she did her best work.

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