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Drop the Rusty Pit [MIRJA]
Thu Sep 07, 2017 8:16 pm
Boom, clack, boom, clack, boom, clack... Headphones rocked, popping up and down on the male's head. His neck moved back and forth, his eyes opened wide as he continued stepping forwards. "Now where could she have gone..." He wondered aloud, knowing perfectly well where the kitten he kept track of had gone. He had been seventeen when the country of Poland had been turned into a barren wasteland by some... force. Boom, clack, boom, clack... Len Washi now knew that the force that had caused this devastation was some kind of Iramasha. Honestly, he had come here in order to try to understand how this much destruction could be wrought. His bright yellow hair, smelling of bananas, lightly drifted in the wind... A wind like that which passed over a field of grass, the open plains. After all, there was nothing left here to halt the flow of the air. The buildings had crumbled many years ago, and now lay in states of disrepair. "Was the city even evacuated..." He mumbled to himself, his mind ticking along as his shoulders shifted up and down to the beat in his ears. At last, he reached the target he had been aiming for. A hole sat in front of the tip of Len's foot. His position tilted back a bit, his eyes widening in surprise as the wind caught him. He was forced to straighten himself out, taking the headphones off. He let off a low whistle, the wind catching his black uniform and trying to pull it from his grasp it. He gripped the jacket's side, bending his knees to lower the winds effect. The hole continued as far as his eye could see... like a great detonation point from a comet. "...It really is here... Wow..." He breathed out, putting one hand to the side of his head and scratching it. He was not sure why he felt so lethargic. Maybe it was being stuck with nobody but his cat for as long as he had, just... living. It made him... rusty. Rusty enough to let his imagination wander... "Could this really have been caused by a spiritual being...? Just one, or two...? What... what was even the impact object...? Could it have been the city's... protector....? Or maybe... the assailant..." Len's eyes were wide, his focus entirely within his thoughts, the headphones dangling in his free hand. They had no cord, being the only object that Len brought with him besides his black Yayjuu uniform... Then the wind caught them, tugging them out of Len's grip, dragging them down the hole... Leaving the male standing at the edge, his expression one of shock, mortified horror, at dropping his headphones into this gaping maw... |
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Re: Drop the Rusty Pit [MIRJA]
Sun Sep 17, 2017 12:40 pm
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Poland. Why was she here? What brought her to Poland? Other than the desire for the chill air, and the perch like an awesome person on one of the ruined buildings and stare into an incredibly deep pit without real reason. The sheer damage that people could do when they let their whole strength out and clashed with another. Karakura forest was still recovering from her bout with Coli. And this looked like a bout of a much higher degree than her and Colin. Could she do something like this if she really tried? Not that she wanted to be in a fight that could do this, but the question was still there. And the disturbing anwser is yes.
There was too much power for her to wield gently, packed away in her body, and so damage like this was all too easy to cause. And then, for whatever reason, it seemed that someone else had come to the pit, to admire it, maybe. To vow to surpass it maybe. To jump in and end the hell that is called life, maybe. Who knew what went through the mind of that one. But one thing she did know, was that he didn't mean to lose his pair of headphones down to the pit. The wind snatched it from his grasp and tossed it in. Was that some unruly subject, toying with her? Or even just a mischevious subject wanting to see her power. Or it could just be the wind. As much as she was tapped into the collective soul of it, there were still times when it just happened because that was nature.
So Mirja exhaled dramatically, emptying her lungs before taking another breath. And with that breath, her lungs were filled with The Wind. From there she could fall from her perch, construct The Wind Road beneath her feet, and run, down into the pit where she caught the headphones, and then back up to be beside the man.
"Try to keep a better hold of it next time, huh?"
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Re: Drop the Rusty Pit [MIRJA]
Sun Sep 17, 2017 1:17 pm
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Len had seen individuals move beyond a level of speed he could comprehend. He thought about the occasions that his cat assaulted him, demanding his attention. He was vividly reminded of that creature's behavior as this white haired woman dove down into the pit, saving his poor headphones from descending into the abyss. Around his body, without him bidding it, the sounds of a harpsichord began to play, the kind of music one would solve puzzles to. The mysterious noise of the strings was soon joined by a tambourine, acting as the percussion to the noise that now emanated from his body. His eyes looked over at her as she reemerged, phased and yet not. His journey through this life had caused for him to encounter beings like her on a semi-occasional basis. Therefore, he was accustomed to such movements, but could not follow them completely. He was an intermediate at this point; all of the foundations for a powerful being had been laid upon his soul. He already had access to considerable power, but still seemed reluctant to draw it forth. As a result, his growth had been stunted, and if her instincts were any good, she could perhaps pick up on that fact based on his behaviors. "Well excuse me." He told her in reply, raising his eye at the woman. Now that she was this close to him, her heightened perception of smell would be able to collect quite a lot of information from him. The most overpowering was the smell of cat. He reeked of it, as if he had been marked thousands of times over. Something feline had a strong grip over his body at the least, if not all the way down to his soul. After that, the next noticeable scent was that of his hair. It smelled faintly of bananas. Then there was the scent of his clothing, of some kind of organization. If she had encountered an officer of the Yayjuu before, it was possible she would recognize it. Finally, laying at the bottom of all of it, there was the faintest smell of incense, accompanied by the open sky… hinted with just a bit of something dark and musky. The scent of a member of the Washi family? While he possessed the blonde hair that his uncle had adopted, his was a different shade. He also shared his lankyness, but not his laid back personality. "You really didn't need to do that, yaknow?" He told her, trying to keep his temper as he reached out for the headphones. "Thanks, but... I know I could've gotten it just fine." He was not trying to be rude. He just did not want for this woman to think he was incapable of having gotten it himself. He had a feeling that she had seen his hesitant reaction to the wind grabbing them, something which embarrassed him. He desperately wanted the headphones back in his hands, and would try to retake possession of them. The harpsichord began to fade away, before becoming replaced with a very gentle sound of an acoustic guitar, lilting notes of a piano supporting the melody from underneath. His right hand reached for the headphones, trying to grip onto them. Perhaps he should have been a bit more polite, a bit less forward. Len did not have the best upbringing, and the politeness that he did possess had only been gained in the last few years of his life. There were also the… wolf ears on the woman's head. While the dumb teenager still lived within Len who wanted to point them out and question them, the current Len knew that he would be content with merely glancing at them every so often. He was curious about them, but he no longer felt the need to explore that deep into other's origins. Especially considering the other animal eared woman in his life… |
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Re: Drop the Rusty Pit [MIRJA]
Sun Sep 17, 2017 1:50 pm
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Well, dam, this guy stunk. It was pretty off-putting, actually. The way that he was just, so overpoweringly cat dander and other cat smells. There were other smells under that, but dam she couldn't get anywhere near them for all that cat. It was amazing he could stand it, but then maybe he was just nosebllind. Would explain a great deal of it. Mirja restrained a quip at his expense, she wasn't here to start a fight or anything like that if he took offense to her taking offense at his offensive smell. There was enough offense to go around without starting more.
And then, the git, was all 'ohh, I could have gotten that, dam mutt' or something like that. So Mirja just smiled and threw the headphones over her shoulder, back into the pit with them.
"Well, ok then. I just thought with you not moving and all, that you couldn't run on air and catch a falling object. Also, honestly...I run on air and your response is 'I could have done that'. Where is the auspicious wowing from my tricks? They were hard to develop, and I like them, so give me some credit for them" she told the kid, before turning to look at the pit.
He was making some sort of noise, which was a little strange. But she had seen a lot of other things in her life, so a guy making noise without any discernable source was not something that she was going to raise her hackles about, espeically when she was more interested in the falling headphones and how the kid was gonig to get them.
"So, how are you going to do it yourself? I would be interested to watch, you know. It's pretty interesting, after all. Few people can run on air, even if a lot of them can stand on it"
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