The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]

Sat Jul 15, 2017 2:56 pm

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Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

Old. . The passage of time had worn this place so. That was inami’s initial thought as her hand gently brushed against the wood that had been bleached bare by the light battering down upon it from the ages. Her eyes glancing up at the stars that permeated the sky, as if to bathe in their twinkling glow. Her heterochromatic eyes took in their splendor and brilliance, her moon kissed palm raised as if reaching and beseeching the heavens, fingers poised as if to capture the sky.

Her lip curved up in a beautiful arch, a sneer if there ever once one as she thought about it. Her need for solace had compelled her here, to a remnant of a bygone era even before she was born. So as she stood here in the shadow of the Khogno Tarni monastery in mongolia alone she felt comfort in her decrepit soul.

Mired in scorn and apathy, the queen of chaya nation walked into the decaying ruins, her hair with it’s many hues draped around her neck and curving to the contours of her bosom. Her feet stirring up motes of dust as she stepped on the floors that had stood for many hundreds of years, her ears picking up the sounds of mice scurrying in the darkness.

Of the denizens that had moved out once humanity had left and nature reclaimed its rightful place as ruler. Bats hung in the broken eaves above, and the baying of wolves in the distance broke the silence of the night. The queens lucid gaze looked at the remnants of a tapestry, depicting a deity or god that had long since been forgotten, and weariness flashed in the eyes that mocked everything humanity stood for.

Her hand raised slowly, gently caressing the weathered fabric which was mottled with decay. This is what she wanted, she wished for everything to look like this, to let the world flow in the way it was meant. So why did this place bring out of her such a sensation of loss, of regret?

”..They return to the soil. “

She thought with a bemused grin at her own expense.

”..Yet i am eternal.”

This time the smile was self mocking as she laid down and looked up at the ceiling, her clothes dirtied by the soil and sediment tracked in by animals once this place was abandoned by humans. Rodents scurried by without heed of the monster in their mist, and the queen of chaya closed her eyes and drank in the quiet tranquility.

There was peace
There was Quiet
She didn’t have to put up a facade.
She didn’t have to mock the naivety of others
Nor did she have to scorn.

No, instead she could lay here in the dusk and bask in the majesty of all that she thought was right, and accept herself and her own broken soul. She could drink in the muck of emotion that tainted her existence in such depravity and truly appreciate how far she had fallen. Ideals she once had long lost. Determination she once gain long forgotten. Only the madness and the chaotic shadows of her past were left in her mind, and she couldn’t even fully appreciate those anymore.

The liberation of her mind had long caused the emotions she once had to become skewed and contorted. The highs had become higher than ever before, but the lows had become crushing. Looking in the face of eternity which spanned before her, she felt a sense of desolation that momentarily infringed upon her heart.

Her hair fanned out upon the dirtied floorboards. Her gaze glancing through a hole in the ceiling above to see the moon. A breath of tainted air leaving her lips to whisper away in the wind. Eventually inami’s lips slid from a smile and into the softest of frowns and she wondered not for the first time.

How much farther was she going to fall?

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Sun Jul 16, 2017 9:24 pm

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden

Mirja

"I am danger incarnate, so no need to worry about that, m'dear" it was a confident statement, born from the strong voice of the wolf, but also one without a hint of hubris or ego. There was no doubt that the Wolf that stood before her was a being of great danger, without even doing anything except walking. And it was in that walking that the truth was told. Such a pristine gait, her footfalls were almost silent and perfectly positioned, even in such a casual situation. Her body was hardwired to be a hairs breadth away from combat ready, and nothing short of death would stop that.

"I can do silence if you want. Sometimes you learn more about a person by not speaking than you would from hours of chatter. It's not my preferred method, I'm a girl who always likes to be beeping. But I'm also a polite girl who can adhere to the wishes of others if she deems them respectful. The, person, not the wishes. If a person isn't respectful then they aren't really going to have respectful wishes. Transitive Science, or something that makes me sound a lot smarter than I am" she said, displaying her desire to natter endlessly before watching a change unfold. She knew - and could theoretically replicate - that Demons could manipulate their body, but to see it on such a scale was pretty impressive. And the change to a more innocent looking form seemed, almost symbolic. She couldn't smell the emotion in the air, which meant she was stranger than most, but she didn't need her nose when her eyes worked.

"As for you being the big bad villain, I think you are more the small conflicted demon. My Slip-Stream isn't something to take lightly, and so to catch me in it is quite the trick. But you missed, and don't try to brush it off, anyone with the reflexes and reactions to pull that off doesn't miss. So without your leave I wouldn't be here to not worry about your presence. I don't know you, never really met you before that time in the Rukongai, but I am pretty sure I know your type" She told Inami. Completely opposed to the monotoned girl, Mirja had a range of emotion in her voice, and a soft smile as she sat down next to her, close enough to pull her into a hug, if she was allowed.

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Tue Aug 01, 2017 6:21 pm

Mirja, The Wolf of Eden

Mirja

Well, this was certainly...interesting. Mirja had not really been in such a situation before. The raw, undiluted power that the girl was giving off was on the same echelon as Mirja's own, and above it on that equal plane. It sat closer to what Tsubasa or Ibiki could do. And while she had a lot of tricking and was confident in herself, that was still not something she wanted to mess around with. But, it seemed Inami was not in the mood to take a swing. Mirja was ready regardless, she couldn't not be. Combat was so ingrained there was no a single moment of her life where she wasn't prepared. But right now, she just watched, and listened.

And what a fascinating thing to watch and listen. Mirja could spent eternity looking into her eyes. So profound, without the vernier of emotion that so clouded most, she could see the depth of the girl and it was magnificent. Like the depth all oceans stacked upon each other. Most might be dissuaded, or outright terrified by the girl, but Mirja was enticed by her. There was something strange that drew her in like a magnetic pull. The killing of everything seemed a bit problematic, but death was a part of life. Nothing truly died in this world, unless everything did, and then there was little point worrying.

Mirja let Inami play as she wished, with her quaint little touches, her soft smiles and her general tone towards Mirja. Eventually, Inami fell silent for the moment, and so she took that moment to softly pull her in closer, a warm and comforting hug, as if to shield her from the outside world.
"I say conflicted because that is what I saw. You came in with such panache, you wanted to be seen as the evil villain that the heroes sallied forth to stop, and you got a serious hero in Cirno. But I can see, I can smell that is not you. You are not the villain. You just want to feel like you belong. Which is a hell of a melancholy to be trapped in, you have my condolences. You can define yourself by who cares for you, but it is only a placebo" Mirja seemed to have rather passionate - if softly spoken - views on this subject, and the next.

"As for seeing something redeemable....well. I like to think there is something redeemable in everyone. Incredibly selfish though. I see it in you, and Tsubasa, and Stefan. Because I want to see it in me. If others can be redeemed then there is hope for me. But don't worry on the other part. I'm terrible at reason. Me and Mr Reason do not get along. He's so boring and orderly and wants an explanation for everyone and doesn't seem to accept 'because I wanted to' as an answer. And that is terrible. Because, my dear, there is no deep down about it. However way you look at it, from which ever angle you look at it, I am fracturially no better than you. I am projecting as hard as I possibly can, to cover up my imperfections" Her tail swished slower and the surrounding area grew bitter cold, ice swiftly forming on the ground and nearby objects.

"To hold back the ever present desire to take my ohh-so-very-sharp claws to people's faces and my teeth to their throats until they stop staring. Stop judging me for what I am, for what I have done. For what I have become. I just want them all to stop it. But there are also people who I like who would probably not appreciate such a blood-filled killing spree. Tsubasa, for one. He seems beyond the surface, like I wish so many would. And Hayden. He does not see who I am, but rather sees who I could become. Which I think is why it is so disappointing for him when I routinely fail basic social cues like not beating some guy half to death because he's a fucking idiot" Mirja seemed to have found a friend in Inami. Or at least someone she felt wouldn't run away if she told her the issues floating around the old head of hers.

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Sat Aug 05, 2017 5:03 pm

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Well, that was strange. A little after Mirja explained to her exactly what she was, the world seemed to twist and stretch and warp and then deposit her a few feet away from Mirja. One of the most dramatic ways to ever get out of a hug, but maybe she liked having an overdose of panche. Who was she to judge? And also no, apparently. What, exactly, she was saying no too was a bit up in the air but still. No. Like, was she trying to confuse her or something? Was that the plan? Well it was working, little missy.

"So first you say no and then you say you are interested in me? Make up your mind, darling. You can't stub me and then pull me in. I am not that kind of wolf" Mirja teased, giving her a wink, before she went off on a tangent about her hope for...whatever, came from other people. Which, if you talked about her hope to get up one morning and not want to cut a bloody swath through humanity itself, then yea, her hope came from others. Obviously. She couldn't want to kill people that didn't exist. And then came the question of what she would do if she was made to watch Inami kill everyone who she liked. Which, included Ibiki, Tsubasa, Hayden and probably Zeda as well. He was cool.

"Ohh, that would be awesome! I've always wanted to see a high-octane fight like that. When fists clash and mountians tremble! Kaboom! Bzoom! Kazapp! Rawr! Ahhhh!" she made sound effects as her fists clashed together, clearly cheerful in the idea that if the people she did care about died, they would die in a manner that amused the Wolf. Which was a rather disturbing level of sociopathic detachment from actual emotional connections, but hey. This was Mirja, after all. Without Iko she was just a blob of anger and fluffiness.

"And hey, don't worry so much. Of course I'd still offer hugs and words of redemption. Nobody is ever too far gone to not be brought back. You might be an Asthavon but you are also Inami. Which means you can learn to do other things besides destroy. I am certain of it. The path to salvation is paved with daggers, but it is worth every second. As for you craving redemption, well....I believe there is a part of you that wants to be redeemed. And a part of you that feels redemption is to painful, a part of you that feels you can't be forgiven. But here is the unforseeable. I will forgive you. If your desire is sincere, and your attempts whole-hearted, then there is nothing you have ever done that I could not absolve you of"

Sun Sep 17, 2017 10:48 pm

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Every word that left mirja’s mouth was a fallacy that inami simply refused to acknowledge; the wolf might have had good intentions but they were lost on the child-like vassal that housed inami asthavon. Inami had long since come to terms with her own misgivings, even if her actions would continue to cause her pain, or cause her to feel anguish and sorrow, she would continue down her course till it eventually took her life in retribution for the lives she had ruined, the families she had broken.

So as externally the pale-skinned demon released a sigh, her posture one of so called understanding or acceptance, she had slowly begun to walk forward, her steps had been unhurried, a far cry from the sporadic movements that had preceeded them in their less than hospitable exchange of words.

The smallest of smiles adorned her lips, a faint curve that blessed the corners of her mouth. It t’was a sad smile in all honesty, the smile of someone who; even though they did not like what they saw, knew that this was what they had chosen. This kind of emotional sentiment was what reached the turbulent storms of chaos within inami’s mind, and brought forth to her a moment of pristine clarity.

Naivety like this needed to be corrected, because innocence was akin to harkening the hounds of death ever nearer. This wasn’t naivety of the body, because mirja knew how to fight that much was certain. Nor was this saying that the wolf was gullible, since she most likely was not this either, inami’s eyes had deemed the girl to be astute in the breif time she had come into contact with this . . enthusiastic being. No, it was rather mirja’s need or rather want to see things in a positive light to the point of lunacy.

Inami knew she most likely would be making another enemy today, however she didn’t seem to care as she made her way to the wolf, not a flick of violence in her posture, nor in her eyes, her words crisp, and gentle as they flowed from her lips.

”Fine i accept your forgiveness. “

Inami then gave the girl a hug, one that was soft and warm. Even though inami often embraced, caressed. . and well Touched other beings, these gentle brushes often sought to further the onslaught of corruption, pain, misery and lunacy. This was not the case here atleast for the moment. Yes, the queen took her time and inhaled the scent of acceptance. It reminded her of things that she had long since given up on, and only further resolved her to her current course of action.

”Goodbye.”

Such a soft statement would have left the queen's mouth as mirja would have felt a hand piercing through her hardened muscles, and durable defenses. A Hand that embedded itself deep within the girls muscle, displacing and breaking bones if the wolf was too wrapped up in the embrace she had been given. This was only the first part though, because after mirja had been penetrated by this hand that had been reinforced by nothing short of ungodly levels of energy, the queens eyes narrowed, and she injected energy within the naive creature before her.

This energy would be manipulated to behave similarly to disease or virus, it would rob the wolf of her strength on an unprecedented level, the power she was so proud of would simply slip away, only then did the queen’s hand leave the girls body, as the energy sought to spread further until it invaded every part of her being.

Such an energy could leave her potentially robbed of her energy for weeks, reducing her power tremendously for this time, yet it would not be permanent, because this energy would eventually fade away if the wolf was strong enough to either resist it, or she simply waited it out.

Inami’s fingers would press just above the entry point, the scarlet red that adorned her finger dripping as she exhaled once more and removed her arm from around the wolf, her movements soft as if she had only done this because she hadn’t been afforded another option.

Now whether the wolf stood or crumbled, the queen would watch for a moment more after distancing herself from the wolf through several steps, only afterwards did the queen of chaya nation turn her back to the wolf and begin to walk off, her steps unhurried as if she wanted to drive some sort of point home.

She did not seek salvation, and rather welcomed the oblivion that would inevitably come in her moment of death, but until this transpired she’d continue to walk this path of hers, she could only hope that mirja learned a valuable lesson from this.

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Mon Sep 18, 2017 9:01 am

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Like the sultry flirt that she was, Mirja gave Inami a smirk when she got up, and then a mock pout at her absence, tail swishing playfully behind her.

"What, no more snuggles? I was just getting into that as well. You really are a tease, huh? First you don't like me, then you like me, then you snuggle, then you don't snuggle. It's like you are amused by the fight against my desire, that I want to keep you so very close to my chest, and warm. So you feel sheltered, and protected. But, a humble and happy wolf am I, so I can forgive you for it"

She was a bit lost in herself, and so didn't quite notice Inami's change. It was something that Mirja would have picked up on and been wary of, but right now she just wanted to help the girl find peace. And when she came back for a hug, Mirja was elated.

"See? No matter what happens, I will be her-" Mirja was suddenly cut off, her words stopped in their tracks. Hand-through-the-check was always an effective way to prevent someone from saying things. She looked down, unsure what to think. Not wanting to believe that it really was Inami's fist through her chest. But it was. Right there. Inami. And then she left, with a sad goodbye. Which was hardly sporting to just penetrate a girl and then leave. She tried to speak, but just splattered blood out of her mouth in a gargle, before collapsing. Which...wasn't right.

Sure, she had a hole in her chest, but she had had many wounds like this, and still got up to rip the nostrils out of the enemy. Nostrils specifically, because it was the most fun. But no, there was something, going wrong. Something, inside her. Something horrible that was leeching her ability to stay upright. Quickly, it turned out that twenty four stone was actually pretty hard to carry, when you were infected with goop, and she collapsed heavily onto the ground. And Inami was just, leaving. Which was anti-climatic. Hitting the floor hard, she couldn't do anything, but watch her go....

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