A desire for more mixed with a desire for less. [Shizuo]

”This isn’t my domain, don’t worry; i’m not gonna hurt’cha. “

Inami’s tone was a soft caress, a dry whisper that seemed to just gently blow on by the muscular physique of nemisis, a soft sound that would tickle her inner ear. Yet even in such a soft sound there was a tone of power. Once the sound left, the area would be graced with a musical giggle, it’s soft sounds mesmerising but also jarring, as if each tone simply sought to be clashing with the next one, each one singularly contrary but together they would have such a rich. . flavor of sound.

Then she said that she wished to see the demoness or . . thing talking to her. It was a fairly easy to grant request, and the giggle seemed to fade as the being said in a tone full of lazy mirth and bemusement.

”Oh if you insist, but i’ve been right here with you all along poppet~”

With that delightful little tid-bit of info, languid limbs stretched forth from the faint shadow that was created from the obstruction of light between nemesis’s body and the object she rested again. These limbs would coil around the lasses neck, because inami’s moon-kissed limbs would be hard-pressed to fit across nemesis’s well-chiseled waist.

Inami’s body rose from the shadows and she released a elated sigh, her chin resting atop of nemesis’s golden hair her eyes shone with the hue of pale emerald greens, as she stared across the expanse of ruined and decaying buildings before them, her lips curled into a faint grin as she said in a tender, voice which was flavored with an eccentricity that stemmed from the discord and turmoil embedded within her psyche.

”Here i am~ Are you satisfied with having your concerns and budding anxiety answered~?”

Why did Inami guess that Nemesis was beginning to become anxious?? Well, the queen was able to smell the stenches of different emotions, especially negative ones. The sweet scent of her anxiety, sweet like honey was an enjoyable delicacy that were the queen in a less than stable mindset could have very easily drove her over the edge!

Then her nose twitched slightly and she inhaled, the crisp acrid stench of her dear ol witchy sissy mana practically oozed off this lass, and while the queen of chaya loved her sister dearly; there was a seed of annoyance in her heart at this stench. It caused her to frown imperceptively for mere moments before rebounding into that cat like smile that adorned her child-like face. Her voice was soft, without a care in the world as it resounded with it’s muted bell-like clarity.

”Now then~ we’ve met face to face! Do you feel better knowing i’m not some freaky-deaky abomination??”

The way she spoke was playful but there would be a soft undertone of chaos in her tone. It would reverberate and most likely send a little tingle jolting up nemesis’s spine. Now what nemesis would notice was at this time she’d be unable to sense just how strong inami was, were most beings you’d be easily able to gauge if they’re strong or weak, inami would seem like . . Nothing. Yet, she clearly was a strong being. Inami would then peer down as she said with a lazy purr like tone.

”Balls in your court poppet~”

A twinge of annoyance was seen upon the woman's face, lips forming a rather intense frown for the faintest of moments until she calmed herself. She disliked being called a 'puppet' greatly, and it told her a lot about how this being viewed others. None the less, she would remain calm and silent throughout every moment of Inami's arrival, only showing some form of emotion, a hint of surprise, at the sudden appearance of limbs grasping unto her, gently holding unto her form as the Asthavon came into existence. Chin resting upon golden hair, Nemesis left to pout. She didn't move from her spot, since.. well, she didn't feel threatened enough to try and move away from the grasp of the girl. She didn't mean any harm.

"My budding 'anxiety' is resolved, I suppose-"

Any comfort Nemesis had was immediately vanquished with hearing sniffing. The girl was -smelling- her hair, it made Nemesis' skin crawl. Normally she wouldn't be so bothered by this, but considering that this person appeared from seemingly nowhere, already held unto her, and was now sniffing her, she was fearful that this would turn into a similar situation she had with that wolf a fair while prior. The berzerker's form tensed up, muscles stiffening as her discomfort became obvious at this point.

This girl was odd. She didn't really have an energy signature, and with a quick glance backwards, no familiarity between anyone that Nemesis could have known. This was a complete stranger who was extremely... 'friendly', and very quick to start teasing and playing games. How fun.

"Yes and no. I can now see that you aren't some abomination, but rather very touchy and generally unsettling with smelling my hair. Secondly, do not call me a 'puppet'. If you wish to keep this a simple conversation, then you will call me by my name, Nemesis. Now, what is yours?" The woman had already shifted just a bit, making it so that Inami's chin could no longer rest on her head due to her just peering right up at her. Deep emerald eyes gazed upwards, full eyelashes blinking just a tad bit as her face seemed so delicate and soft, almost like a barbie doll, a stark contrast to how her body was built.