Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Feeling guilty about kicking him, Miki , stretched out a little bit, the wounds that she’d sustained were nothing, and they wouldn’t be much of a problem for her. She healed quickly, well faster than most humans. The gash on her back would scab over quickly, the bruising would fade in less than a day, and the cuts would be nothing after she woke up from her next rest. His wound would heal in a time less than that, but just leaving them to heal by themselves without treating them wasn’t a very good idea.
Looking at where Malakai had put down the medical supplies, Miki picked them up, and approached Malakai. She noticed him sit back and rub his head. She supposed that the kick wasn’t good for his wound. Now she felt even worse.
Approaching him with the supplies, Miki kneeled down to him, holding the supplies and motioning to him in a manner that suggested it was his turn to be treated.
She would probably have to reopen up a few wounds that hadn’t healed properly or had healed with things stuck under the skin. She’d done as much with other fast healing creatures. It was a strange; she’d met quite a few demons in her life time. More than most people.
It was almost as if they were drawn to her by some strange force…
Malakai finished rubbing his head and looked down and sighed. Next thing he knew he felt a presence next to him and he looked up at the woman now kneeling beside him, motioning now it was her turn to help him. He paused in confusion as he examined her then he spoke. "Oh...well hey look. Listen. You don't---" He proceeded to decline...
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Feeling guilty about kicking him, Miki , stretched out a little bit, the wounds that she’d sustained were nothing, and they wouldn’t be much of a problem for her. She healed quickly, well faster than most humans. The gash on her back would scab over quickly, the bruising would fade in less than a day, and the cuts would be nothing after she woke up from her next rest. His wound would heal in a time less than that, but just leaving them to heal by themselves without treating them wasn’t a very good idea.
Looking at where Malakai had put down the medical supplies, Miki picked them up, and approached Malakai. She noticed him sit back and rub his head. She supposed that the kick wasn’t good for his wound. Now she felt even worse.
Approaching him with the supplies, Miki kneeled down to him, holding the supplies and motioning to him in a manner that suggested it was his turn to be treated.
She would probably have to reopen up a few wounds that hadn’t healed properly or had healed with things stuck under the skin. She’d done as much with other fast healing creatures. It was a strange; she’d met quite a few demons in her life time. More than most people.
It was almost as if they were drawn to her by some strange force…
Delena rubbed the back of her head in confusion. How would anyone play ba game like that?.
Ruben took a moment before it registered in his head that Esuta asked him a question. Still not looking at her he answered simply. "Still 'Business', Esuta--Esuta was it?--Yes. Business. 'Fun' is not how I would describe it...well...your idea of fun anyway..." Ruben replied plainly...
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Esuta nodded. "Yeah, it's a game. I was really good at it."
She looked at Ruben. "Then whaddya call it? Your business sounds stressful and not fun. And really serious."
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki shook her head at Malakai, sighing noiselessly before lifting up her hand to place a finger over his lips.
She shook her head slowly at his protests. She would be helping him, if not for his benefit, than for hers. She wanted to make sure she’d returned the small favor in any way she could, it was more so a matter of pride, her natural inclination to worry about those around her, something that was rather ironic considering what her profession was. Although, considering other things, it also wasn't very surprising when you knew exactly what her task was...
Besides if she recalled correctly, she still owed him a life debt, not for pulling her further into the house earlier, but from that time he’d picked her up from an alleyway and fixed her up... A situation where she would have died had he not come along. She hadn't forgotten about that. Every day she wondered whether or not he would use that piece of paper to call in the favor from her. His was one of the only debts that she owed to anyone. So of course it weighed heavily on her mind. Especially when it had gone this long without being repaid. So really, her insistance to treat his wounds was more so for her own piece of mind than for his benefit. He really didn’t 'need' her help, but she wanted to make sure that she could pay him back in whatever small way she could, even if that only involved helping him heal faster.
Taking her finger away from his lips, Miki proceeded to look him over.
She cleaned up the cuts, wrapping them so that they would heal better and hopefully faster. She didn’t need to do this. Some would say it was a waste of bandages. Miki begged to differ, bandages were already not meant to stay on for extended periods of time. They were meant to protect the wounds so that they healed better. So for fast healing creatures like demons, treating the wounds usually made them heal a hell of a lot faster than they normally did, and sometimes, even if the wound only healed an hour or so earlier, that hour could make all of the difference.
Miki should know, especially since she’d faced off against enough faster healing creatures to realize just how important and hour was when you faced off with her. An hour could give them enough time to escape from her, saving their lives…
With this in mind, Miki moved behind the black haired boy, taking her time so that she could properly examine the head wound. They were usually a lot nastier than what you would expect. Well, at least on humans they were.
What she saw made her wonder just how exactly he’d managed to survive, managed to stay awake long enough to find a place to recover, and hadnt passed out when Miki reflexivly kicked him.
Saying that was wound was nasty was an understatement. Miki could see bone, cracked bone. With shards of ‘something' Miki couldn't identify stuck between a rather wide crack. The shards were keeping the bone from properly closing up, since they were lodged rather firmly in place. His body was working to push the shards out, push them out so the crack could close. However, that wasn't going to happen without a little extra help. She really felt for him, he must have an awful headache...
Of course the crack wasnt the only thing that was hindering the healing. There was also the grime that was sticking to the back of his head. He must have been lying on the wound for so much dirt to be caked in his hair.
Even for a demon it was impressive that he wasn't wobbling around in an incoherent mess, or worse, dead. This would have expired most creatures. So that fact that he was still alive meant that he was a higher level demon.
Oh great... Miki owed a life debt to a high level demon... She swore that the pheromones her body produced attracted demons... Wouldn't that just be the cherry on top of the cake?
Pushing aside the rather pessimistic thoughts, Miki focused on the task at hand. Demon or not, Miki owed this man, she wasn't going to be like the thousands of humans who had shunned and tried to kill her for no reason... She would show him kindness... After all, everyone deserved it, even the people who she was assigned to kill.
Never leave a debt unpaid...
Always look your victims in the eyes...
Always remember your victims names...
”Lie down…” She said quietly, guiding him so that he was lying face down on the floor with his face cushioned in his arms…
After making sure he was comfortable... Or as comfortable as he could get... Miki began to hold his head still with one hand, firmly, keeping him from jerking around, but not agitating his wound. Miki spoke again, silently musing to herself about how strange it was that she’d spoken more words today than she’d spoken, in what? Four weeks?
”This will hurt….” She warned, holding his head steady as she used tweezers that she’d pulled from her endless pouches to pull the… Shards? From his skull. She didn't want him to jerk back and stab himself with the tweezers…
She was as gentle as she could possibly be with him, considering that she was pulling shards out of bone. It wasn't long before she’d picked out all the shards. The bone visibly started to close, not having to worry about shards keeping it open. Miki then began to clean the grime, getting rid of the dirt and blood that was all around the wound, matting his hair and making an all around mess of his head. You would be surprised at how much of a difference that made. The wound began to stitch itself together a lot faster than it had been doing before, and it wasnt long before you couldnt even see bone any more.
Satisfied that all of his wounds would be fully healed fairly soon. Miki wrapped her dark winged angels head up tightly. She was normally pretty sloppy with wrapping wounds, but she felt that it would be better to wrap this one up tightly so that even if he hit head head, the bandage wound be the thing to absorb most of the impact.
Finishing up, Miki looked over her work one more time, before nodding in satisfaction. There was no doubt in her mind that he would probably feel like pressure had been lifted off of his head. Although, she couldn't help much with the throbbing, or dizziness. All she could recommend for that would be meat, water, and rest… And maybe a painkiller.
At the thought of water and food, Miki's stomach growled, and in response she began to rummage around in her pouches, before wordlessly setting a generous amount of dried meat, water, and a few painkillers in front of Malakai.
She didn’t say anything to him after that. She only turned so that she could walk to the opposite side of the room and place herself against the wall directly opposite of Malakai. She had an expressionless look on face, with her eyes fixed on him, a look that was a mix between being weary, and worried. Although the look seemed to transform and becoming intimidating when she proceeded to empty out 5 bottles of water, and eat enough meat to comprise her leg.
You really couldn't blame her though; she needed a lot of nourishment when her body produced massive amounts of steroid like hated adrenaline so you could fight off a giant fire snake demon.
Seems this woman would have none of his rebuttals as she put a finger on his lips to shush him. She proceeded to bandage him up. He felt that the covering of whatever cuts he had was unnecessary as those would heal on their own just fine. She was wasting bandages. But whatever. It's already proven she was going to do whatever she wants anyway. Besides...this wasn't the worst thing in the world. He was too exhausted to argue.
Then, next thing he knew, she proceeded to put him face down. "Wait. What're you---" Last thing that registered was her saying that something was going to hurt...right before the pain shot. The first time he felt his head would, it was a sudden shock that lasted a few seconds. This time however, she was pulling things out, and he twitched. He clenched his fists and grunted loudly...not wanting to scream lest he embarrasses himself in front of a woman...or anyone for that matter. Then it was over, his body relaxed and he lay limp, exhaling roughly as the pain slowly, but surely, began to subside.
Once he regained most of his composure, he realized his head was wrapped. He sat up and leaned against the opposite wall and now saw the woman eating and drinking as if she was stranded on an island for months. He imagined how he looked with a bandage arund his head and wondered who looked more ridiculous...him or her.....
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki shook her head at Malakai, sighing noiselessly before lifting up her hand to place a finger over his lips.
She shook her head slowly at his protests. She would be helping him, if not for his benefit, than for hers. She wanted to make sure she’d returned the small favor in any way she could, it was more so a matter of pride, her natural inclination to worry about those around her, something that was rather ironic considering what her profession was. Although, considering other things, it also wasn't very surprising when you knew exactly what her task was...
Besides if she recalled correctly, she still owed him a life debt, not for pulling her further into the house earlier, but from that time he’d picked her up from an alleyway and fixed her up... A situation where she would have died had he not come along. She hadn't forgotten about that. Every day she wondered whether or not he would use that piece of paper to call in the favor from her. His was one of the only debts that she owed to anyone. So of course it weighed heavily on her mind. Especially when it had gone this long without being repaid. So really, her insistance to treat his wounds was more so for her own piece of mind than for his benefit. He really didn’t 'need' her help, but she wanted to make sure that she could pay him back in whatever small way she could, even if that only involved helping him heal faster.
Taking her finger away from his lips, Miki proceeded to look him over.
She cleaned up the cuts, wrapping them so that they would heal better and hopefully faster. She didn’t need to do this. Some would say it was a waste of bandages. Miki begged to differ, bandages were already not meant to stay on for extended periods of time. They were meant to protect the wounds so that they healed better. So for fast healing creatures like demons, treating the wounds usually made them heal a hell of a lot faster than they normally did, and sometimes, even if the wound only healed an hour or so earlier, that hour could make all of the difference.
Miki should know, especially since she’d faced off against enough faster healing creatures to realize just how important and hour was when you faced off with her. An hour could give them enough time to escape from her, saving their lives…
With this in mind, Miki moved behind the black haired boy, taking her time so that she could properly examine the head wound. They were usually a lot nastier than what you would expect. Well, at least on humans they were.
What she saw made her wonder just how exactly he’d managed to survive, managed to stay awake long enough to find a place to recover, and hadnt passed out when Miki reflexivly kicked him.
Saying that was wound was nasty was an understatement. Miki could see bone, cracked bone. With shards of ‘something' Miki couldn't identify stuck between a rather wide crack. The shards were keeping the bone from properly closing up, since they were lodged rather firmly in place. His body was working to push the shards out, push them out so the crack could close. However, that wasn't going to happen without a little extra help. She really felt for him, he must have an awful headache...
Of course the crack wasnt the only thing that was hindering the healing. There was also the grime that was sticking to the back of his head. He must have been lying on the wound for so much dirt to be caked in his hair.
Even for a demon it was impressive that he wasn't wobbling around in an incoherent mess, or worse, dead. This would have expired most creatures. So that fact that he was still alive meant that he was a higher level demon.
Oh great... Miki owed a life debt to a high level demon... She swore that the pheromones her body produced attracted demons... Wouldn't that just be the cherry on top of the cake?
Pushing aside the rather pessimistic thoughts, Miki focused on the task at hand. Demon or not, Miki owed this man, she wasn't going to be like the thousands of humans who had shunned and tried to kill her for no reason... She would show him kindness... After all, everyone deserved it, even the people who she was assigned to kill.
Never leave a debt unpaid...
Always look your victims in the eyes...
Always remember your victims names...
”Lie down…” She said quietly, guiding him so that he was lying face down on the floor with his face cushioned in his arms…
After making sure he was comfortable... Or as comfortable as he could get... Miki began to hold his head still with one hand, firmly, keeping him from jerking around, but not agitating his wound. Miki spoke again, silently musing to herself about how strange it was that she’d spoken more words today than she’d spoken, in what? Four weeks?
”This will hurt….” She warned, holding his head steady as she used tweezers that she’d pulled from her endless pouches to pull the… Shards? From his skull. She didn't want him to jerk back and stab himself with the tweezers…
She was as gentle as she could possibly be with him, considering that she was pulling shards out of bone. It wasn't long before she’d picked out all the shards. The bone visibly started to close, not having to worry about shards keeping it open. Miki then began to clean the grime, getting rid of the dirt and blood that was all around the wound, matting his hair and making an all around mess of his head. You would be surprised at how much of a difference that made. The wound began to stitch itself together a lot faster than it had been doing before, and it wasnt long before you couldnt even see bone any more.
Satisfied that all of his wounds would be fully healed fairly soon. Miki wrapped her dark winged angels head up tightly. She was normally pretty sloppy with wrapping wounds, but she felt that it would be better to wrap this one up tightly so that even if he hit head head, the bandage wound be the thing to absorb most of the impact.
Finishing up, Miki looked over her work one more time, before nodding in satisfaction. There was no doubt in her mind that he would probably feel like pressure had been lifted off of his head. Although, she couldn't help much with the throbbing, or dizziness. All she could recommend for that would be meat, water, and rest… And maybe a painkiller.
At the thought of water and food, Miki's stomach growled, and in response she began to rummage around in her pouches, before wordlessly setting a generous amount of dried meat, water, and a few painkillers in front of Malakai.
She didn’t say anything to him after that. She only turned so that she could walk to the opposite side of the room and place herself against the wall directly opposite of Malakai. She had an expressionless look on face, with her eyes fixed on him, a look that was a mix between being weary, and worried. Although the look seemed to transform and becoming intimidating when she proceeded to empty out 5 bottles of water, and eat enough meat to comprise her leg.
You really couldn't blame her though; she needed a lot of nourishment when her body produced massive amounts of steroid like hated adrenaline so you could fight off a giant fire snake demon.
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki had been rather impressed that the black haired man had only let out a grunt of pain. Most people would scream if shards were being pulled from a crack in their bone. Miki would have passed out… Yet here this demon was, taking it like she would when her sensory organs were dulled and nonreactive.
She watched him carefully, tilting her head to the side as he sat up. Finishing off the food she’d set for herself, and blinking slowly.
He hadn’t even touched the food she’d set in front of him, or the water, although the most alarming thing was that he hadn’t touched the pain killers. Did he not see them?
Her eyes met his and she tilted her head to the other side quizzically. What was he looking at? Why was he staring at her? Did she look silly or something? Was there something on her face?
Miki reached up a hand to touch her face, seeing if she had missed anything. Only to find nothing and become a little bit more confused…
She needed to get out more… She had absolutely no idea how she was suppose to interact with this man...
When he noticed her looking back at him in confusion wit her tilted head, he looked away. Best not make this any more awkward. His eyes met the food and drink. The sight of food must have triggered sonething in his stomach...because now now he felt hungry. He took it and proceeded to eat. Once he was done he merely tossed the container aside and gulped down his drink. Once he finished he then looked at the woman in silence. He checked his pockets...nothing. He sighed and spoke. "Look. I'll pay you back for the food...." He said simply. Then he saw the pills. He just looked at them and shaked the container it was in just to hear it rattle. Then he tossed right next to her, indicating he didn't want them. Malakai wasn't to big on Human drugs....
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki had been rather impressed that the black haired man had only let out a grunt of pain. Most people would scream if shards were being pulled from a crack in their bone. Miki would have passed out… Yet here this demon was, taking it like she would when her sensory organs were dulled and nonreactive.
She watched him carefully, tilting her head to the side as he sat up. Finishing off the food she’d set for herself, and blinking slowly.
He hadn’t even touched the food she’d set in front of him, or the water, although the most alarming thing was that he hadn’t touched the pain killers. Did he not see them?
Her eyes met his and she tilted her head to the other side quizzically. What was he looking at? Why was he staring at her? Did she look silly or something? Was there something on her face?
Miki reached up a hand to touch her face, seeing if she had missed anything. Only to find nothing and become a little bit more confused…
She needed to get out more… She had absolutely no idea how she was suppose to interact with this man...
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
He said he would pay her back for the food, and Miki couldn’t help but to sigh. He didn’t have to pay her back for anything, she still owed him a life debt, and as far as she was concerned, the food was part of that payment.
She looked to the side when he said this, and mumbled something quietly. Her voice was still rough from disuse. She didn’t talk much, and quite honestly, she didn’t like to talk either. It was so hard to communicate with other people. So much so that sometimes she wished she could just put her thoughts into others heads and never speak at all….
“You already have…” She said quietly. Looking to the side and staring at a rip in the wallpaper, her eyes feeling heavy. It had been a long day, and she still had yet to add a name to her journal. She wanted to just fall asleep, but if she did that then she would probably forget the name…
Forcing herself to stay awake, Miki pulled a small black book from one of her pouches. She opened it, only to reveal that the pages were blank, with nothing written on them at all. Miki ran her fingers over the pages, before pulling out a lighter and holding it to the paper… The fire revealed a list of names written in invisible ink. Miki read the names, and turned the pages until she came to the end of the list about 10 pages later… It was a long list…
Pulling out a writing utensil, Miki added another name in invisible ink… Wyatt Illhouse, the name of her most recent victim. A demon… A scientist… Someone who had been working on a cure towards a lesser known neurological disorder, someone who had also pissed off a very powerful man, a man who had heard about Miki, about her ‘reputation’ and had tasked the silent woman with killing him…
He’d put up a fair fight, and his eyes had been filled with panic when Miki finished him off. She would remember him… Just like she did all the others…
Snapping out of her reverie Miki allowed the ink to disappear before so put everything away. Only pausing for a moment so that she could catch the painkillers her temporary roommate had tossed back at her… It would seem that he wasn’t going to be taking them… That was ok… She didn’t mind, she doubted very much that the one she considered to be her black winged angel would be too big on pain killers anyways, they were human drugs after all, human drugs meant for humans…
Letting her head fall back for a moment so it was resting against the wall of the abandoned house… She wanted to sleep. However since she had company, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea…
Lifting her head up Miki looked the man she was alone with over once more… Noting his clothes, his demeanor, the wounds, the scars on his hands, and his eyes. All of it put together told a story. A story that Miki was familiar with. He was a fighter, his hands told her as much. He was alone… His eyes made that clear. He wandered. His clothes screamed as such… And he had a mission… His demeanor the way he was sitting, made that very clear… He seemed a lot like Miki…
After determining the basics about the one she had proclaimed to be her dark winged angel, Miki couldn’t help but tilting her head to the side… She had nothing to say to him… Yet at the same time she couldn’t help but feel like she should…
Malakai raised an eyebrow as the woman mentioned that he already did pay her back. "What? I paid you money? I don't remember that." He said simply. Of course he didn't mention money specifically earlier when he said he'd pay her back, but he automatically assumed she knew what he meant. Currency was something highly values in this part of the world, especially to Humnans...then again, she wasn't exactly Human...
He then sort of watched her as she went along with her musings, pulling out some sort of book and looking it over. He didn't examnine too much. It had nothing to do with him and he'd rather not be nosey. After she was done she just stared at him...
After an awkward silence he sighed and stood up. "Well anyway I'm gonna scavenge this place. Maybe there's some sort of...I dunno...bed. If there's only one you can have it I guess..." He started to try and look...
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
He said he would pay her back for the food, and Miki couldn’t help but to sigh. He didn’t have to pay her back for anything, she still owed him a life debt, and as far as she was concerned, the food was part of that payment.
She looked to the side when he said this, and mumbled something quietly. Her voice was still rough from disuse. She didn’t talk much, and quite honestly, she didn’t like to talk either. It was so hard to communicate with other people. So much so that sometimes she wished she could just put her thoughts into others heads and never speak at all….
“You already have…” She said quietly. Looking to the side and staring at a rip in the wallpaper, her eyes feeling heavy. It had been a long day, and she still had yet to add a name to her journal. She wanted to just fall asleep, but if she did that then she would probably forget the name…
Forcing herself to stay awake, Miki pulled a small black book from one of her pouches. She opened it, only to reveal that the pages were blank, with nothing written on them at all. Miki ran her fingers over the pages, before pulling out a lighter and holding it to the paper… The fire revealed a list of names written in invisible ink. Miki read the names, and turned the pages until she came to the end of the list about 10 pages later… It was a long list…
Pulling out a writing utensil, Miki added another name in invisible ink… Wyatt Illhouse, the name of her most recent victim. A demon… A scientist… Someone who had been working on a cure towards a lesser known neurological disorder, someone who had also pissed off a very powerful man, a man who had heard about Miki, about her ‘reputation’ and had tasked the silent woman with killing him…
He’d put up a fair fight, and his eyes had been filled with panic when Miki finished him off. She would remember him… Just like she did all the others…
Snapping out of her reverie Miki allowed the ink to disappear before so put everything away. Only pausing for a moment so that she could catch the painkillers her temporary roommate had tossed back at her… It would seem that he wasn’t going to be taking them… That was ok… She didn’t mind, she doubted very much that the one she considered to be her black winged angel would be too big on pain killers anyways, they were human drugs after all, human drugs meant for humans…
Letting her head fall back for a moment so it was resting against the wall of the abandoned house… She wanted to sleep. However since she had company, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea…
Lifting her head up Miki looked the man she was alone with over once more… Noting his clothes, his demeanor, the wounds, the scars on his hands, and his eyes. All of it put together told a story. A story that Miki was familiar with. He was a fighter, his hands told her as much. He was alone… His eyes made that clear. He wandered. His clothes screamed as such… And he had a mission… His demeanor the way he was sitting, made that very clear… He seemed a lot like Miki…
After determining the basics about the one she had proclaimed to be her dark winged angel, Miki couldn’t help but tilting her head to the side… She had nothing to say to him… Yet at the same time she couldn’t help but feel like she should…
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki shook her head at his comment about paying her money. He hadn’t paid her money, but she did believe that bandaging her up was worth a meal at the very least. He fixed her up, she gave him food. Simple.
Besides… She ‘did’ kick him in the face a moment ago…
Then there was the fact that even if he did give her money, it was practically useless to her. Miki didn’t need money. She had plenty. The price of her services was expensive. So expensive in fact that not that she had nearly unlimited credit in all of Omnicra, and almost all of Infinitus. It helped that Miki got around. She was a wanderer, just like her temporary roommate; nomadic by nature, gone with the breeze, and always on the move. Hated were like that, usually because they were running away from those who would kill them, and if not, then it was because they were restless. Growing up as detached as they were, it was natural that they would wander… That they would wander in order to search for a place where they weren’t so… Hated…
Miki was used to silence. It was her preferred noise, a thing so fragile that it’s broken by the single utterance of its name. Yet, the silence between the two of them was anything but pleasant. It was awkward, and Miki couldn’t shake it. How was she supposed to deal with it? She had no idea. She didn’t interact with people, demons, humans, Adored, she didn’t even speak much with other Hated!
Miki closed her eyes, she was too tired for this… She was still extremely fatigued from using her ability. She had wounds that were healing, the miracle/cursed adrenaline that her body produced was making her crash, and the food made her sluggish. The catnap she’d taken while she was still immobile because of her drawbacks wasn’t sufficient enough to rejuvenate her completely. She’d been running on fumes up until that point.
She kept on telling herself that she would not fall asleep, even as her head slumped against the wall and her breathing evened out. Barely registering what Malakai said about scavenging the place for something to sleep on, Miki nodded, before she drifted off into a light sleep. __________________________________________________________________
My greatest weakness... My greatest strength... Orders with reason... Crimes without passion...
Senseless hate… Silent protests…
Bloodied hands… Regrets without voices…
Stifling loneliness… Unshed tears…
My shattered heart… My perfect mask…
Orders Over Commands:
Every time I write these it’s always so late, and I can only think about sleeping… So not that I’ve just made Miki fall asleep I can say that I’m pathetic.
Well, anyways, we still need to collaborate a flashback… xD Perhaps when they’re rested they can start recalling things… I still want to have a flashback…
Of course, she’ll also realize that she’d only wearing bandages for a top too… xD Go to the ooc thread for more of this… (If I respond before crashing)
Malakai walked over to what was an entry to another room in the house. He turned to the woman. "Would it be too---." He looked her way and realized she had already fell asleep. This girl went from almost dead, to exausted, to hungry, then asleep all on spurts of a few minutes. She was definitely a strange one. Oh well. Not like he himself was normal.
He proceeded into the dark, what was perceived to be, living room. It was dirty and dungy. Exactly what he expected from an abandoned house. He started to second guess getting something to lay on. Probably had bugs or bad springs or something. He went back to the entryway the woman was asleep in and just observed her. She seemed fine the way she is. The floor night not be so bad to dirty mattresses or dungy couches.
He started to feel a little tired himself. He went back to the wall opposite of her and sat back down. No progress of any sort to attend at this moment. He adjusted and laid down. He stared at the ceiling and contemplated his predicament...then his eyes began to close...
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki shook her head at his comment about paying her money. He hadn’t paid her money, but she did believe that bandaging her up was worth a meal at the very least. He fixed her up, she gave him food. Simple.
Besides… She ‘did’ kick him in the face a moment ago…
Then there was the fact that even if he did give her money, it was practically useless to her. Miki didn’t need money. She had plenty. The price of her services was expensive. So expensive in fact that not that she had nearly unlimited credit in all of Omnicra, and almost all of Infinitus. It helped that Miki got around. She was a wanderer, just like her temporary roommate; nomadic by nature, gone with the breeze, and always on the move. Hated were like that, usually because they were running away from those who would kill them, and if not, then it was because they were restless. Growing up as detached as they were, it was natural that they would wander… That they would wander in order to search for a place where they weren’t so… Hated…
Miki was used to silence. It was her preferred noise, a thing so fragile that it’s broken by the single utterance of its name. Yet, the silence between the two of them was anything but pleasant. It was awkward, and Miki couldn’t shake it. How was she supposed to deal with it? She had no idea. She didn’t interact with people, demons, humans, Adored, she didn’t even speak much with other Hated!
Miki closed her eyes, she was too tired for this… She was still extremely fatigued from using her ability. She had wounds that were healing, the miracle/cursed adrenaline that her body produced was making her crash, and the food made her sluggish. The catnap she’d taken while she was still immobile because of her drawbacks wasn’t sufficient enough to rejuvenate her completely. She’d been running on fumes up until that point.
She kept on telling herself that she would not fall asleep, even as her head slumped against the wall and her breathing evened out. Barely registering what Malakai said about scavenging the place for something to sleep on, Miki nodded, before she drifted off into a light sleep. __________________________________________________________________
My greatest weakness... My greatest strength... Orders with reason... Crimes without passion...
Senseless hate… Silent protests…
Bloodied hands… Regrets without voices…
Stifling loneliness… Unshed tears…
My shattered heart… My perfect mask…
Orders Over Commands:
Every time I write these it’s always so late, and I can only think about sleeping… So not that I’ve just made Miki fall asleep I can say that I’m pathetic.
Well, anyways, we still need to collaborate a flashback… xD Perhaps when they’re rested they can start recalling things… I still want to have a flashback…
Of course, she’ll also realize that she’d only wearing bandages for a top too… xD Go to the ooc thread for more of this… (If I respond before crashing)
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki had no idea for how long she’d slept, however, when she finally did wake up, it was still dark. That strange time in the morning where the sun is still down, but you know that its morning…
She’d awoken in a cold sweat from a nightmare. A strange phenomenon for her, she never remembered her dreams. Yet, as of recently, she’d been suffering from nightmares… Recurring nightmares….
Miki took a deep breath, calming herself by repeating the same thing over and over in her head. ’Its only a dream…’ Until eventually, she stopped shaking, her breath evened out, and her heart beat went back to normal.
She tried to clear her mind, forget the dream. But it was impossible. This dream… There was no doubt about it. It was the same nightmare that she always had. Yet, something had changed…
The dream she always had was in black in white, starting off with Miki standing by herself, until she was approached by several indistinguishable figures. These figures would stand around her, nothing more than white shadows that would stare at her with eyes that didn't exist. Miki knew them, she didn't know how, but they were important to her, she didn't know why. But she knew that they were friends, family, people who she never wanted to get hurt. She would be happy, with these shadows, content to just sit there with them; they understood what she was saying, even if she never said anything at all.
Although, the happiness she felt at simple being surrounded by these important people, never lasted very long. A number would appear, ‘the’ number, a number that Miki hated seeing, a number she never wanted to see again, yet somehow always managed to find her. This number would appear on the foreheads of the white shadows, the shadows that were so important to her. And suddenly, they weren't people who were important to her anymore… She would just see the numbers, forgetting that she cared about them, forgetting that they were people… All she saw was the number…
It was a strange sensation, being in control of your body, yet also knowing for a fact that what you’re doing isn't by choice. Miki would hunt those shadows hearing their screams, and pleas for mercy. She wanted to spare them. She wanted to so badly. But it was simply impossible.
So she would do the only other thing she could possibly think of. She would make sure to watch every second of life they had left, looking them in the eyes. Before the number would disappear off of their foreheads, and she would remember they were important to her. It was cruel… And she hated it. But it was inevitable…
The shadows never had faces, and occasionally they would fight back, but the result was always the same. They would die by her hands, and she knew she didn't have a choice but to kill them.
She didn't want to. But she also couldn't leave them be. ‘She’ killed them… She was the one who ended their lives… But why? Why did she ‘have’ to kill them? Why didn't she have a choice? She could never remember… It just became an obsession after seeing the number…
The one thing that was different about this particular dream, was the fact that there was red. The eyes of the white shadows weren’t nonexistent anymore… They were red. The numbers weren’t black anymore… They were red… And the shadows… They didn't bleed black anymore… They bled red… And the most disturbing thing of all, was that there were red hand-prints, red foot-prints everywhere, marking the walls that had previously been invisible, as if this had been done thousands of times before… But it was only until now that it could be seen.
Miki had no idea what it meant. Why she was all of a sudden seeing red in her dreams.
She didn't want to know… She just wanted it all to stop… She wanted ‘everything’ to stop… It was nothing but painful, and she'd been through so much pain already in here lifetime... Enough pain to last her 6 lifetimes...
Miki went limp for a little while, moving to hug her knees closer. Reasoning with herself why it couldn't end… How this was how it had to be. She would just have to suffer it for a little while longer… Everything would turn out how it was meant to be in the end… She just had to keep playing her part…
Finally having placated herself, Miki stood, looking around, taking notice of the fact that the man. Malakai, the dark winged angel, the demon, the one who she still owed a life debt to, was lying on the floor across from her asleep. She watched him with an emotionless face, not revealing her thoughts, even through her eyes.
His head was still bandaged. Why had she done that? She faintly recalled believing that it would help him heal faster. Which wasn't true, it was just something that she’d convinced her fatigued mind of at the time. Oh no... It was because she didn't want him to agitate his wound further... Despite the fact that it would be gone a lot faster than who her's would take...
There was a distinct difference about Miki now. Before, she’d been a little bit more expressive... Sometimes showing emotions on her face, reacting… But at this moment in time, she just seemed cold, non-caring, shut off. The night before she probably would have felt a little embarrassed over the fact that she was only wearing bloody bandages on her upper body. But now, she just didn't care…
Miki didn't hesitate to pull out a set of new clothes from her pouch. The ones she had been wearing, and was currently wearing, were stained in blood. Most of which was hers.
She was quick to change her bandages and while she didn't have a sense of modesty, she did understand that you generally cleaned when you were by yourself. So she silently went into another room to wipe the grime and grit from her person, her pouches were filled with all sorts of things that she needed, and quite honestly, Miki couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been able to reach into an black endless pit and pull out the exact thing that she needed at any time… But then again, she’d been told by Giovanni that she was a kleptomaniac, always getting weird things and saving them for later, not even getting rid of trash. Calling her a hoarder... Being mean to be nice...
Miki couldn't remember when exactly the hoarding had started. It was probably around the time that she got the pouches from the Farreh’s. They’d told her since she didn't have to worry about space anymore, she also didn't have to worry about clutter. So she should take advantage of the luxury and just start ‘hoarding.’
It was sound advice, especially since Miki knew that the pouches didn't stock themselves. The magic that was cast on them only gave them infinite storage space alongside easy retrieval. It was up to Miki to stock it. So Miki had just started to put anything she thought might come in handy in the future straight into the pouches. If she thought it would even be slightly useful, she would put it in.
The pouches were so convenient it was almost like a crime to have them.
Pulling out things to clean up with, Miki somehow managed to wash up pretty well without even using running water. There was no more grime, no more blood, and even her hair was clean now. Many of the cuts and bruises she'd had before were already gone. Only leaving the gash on her back and the place where the demons tooth had been in-bedded in her ankle to be the only injuries she had. She felt satisfied that they weren't likely to get infected, so she wrapped her ankle back up and taped a layer of gauze over the injury so that it would be easier to manage without having to unwrap the bandages around her body again. After which she put on something discreet.
By the time she was finished with all of that. The sun had made its way over the horizon, signifying that it was about time for Miki to start cleaning up after herself before she left. So she made herself busy before she would have to head out.
Malakai was still sleeping at that time, so she wasnt able to pull up the bloody floorboards... However, she was able to shoot five rabbits with her bow.
She'd skinned them, and now had them cooking over the fire.
She was waiting for Malakai to wake up so she could pull up those floorboards to burn, plus, anything else that she'd gotten her blood on, like the Demon tooth that had been in her foot...
She was only being so careful because it was never a good idea to leave Hated remains, which included blood, lying around. Hated remains when left alone for more than 5 days, would start to pull some unwanted attention. Mostly from lower demon, goblins, forest animals, lower demons, brownies, pixies, fairies, you name it, it would be there. Whatever it was that made the Hated ‘hated’ would get stronger, and as a result, would make the creatures that were drawn to it exceedingly violent. Miki had plenty of horror stories to tell about times when she’d gotten careless with a few stains on her clothes. Then found herself swarmed by all manner of creatures who didn’t like whatever it was that was attracting them.
She would let Malakai wake up on his own first before she began to pull up any floorboards she’d bled on… Although, if she managed to get blood in places that she couldn't take down to burn away, she might end up having to set the whole place on fire…
Injuries were such a hassle… __________________________________________________________________
My greatest weakness... My greatest strength... Orders with reason... Crimes without passion...
Senseless hate… Silent protests…
Bloodied hands… Regrets without voices…
Stifling loneliness… Unshed tears…
My shattered heart… My perfect mask…
Orders Over Commands:
EDITED
Oh and by the way, the change in Miki didnt happen within a few minutes... It actually happened over the span of around 4 hours... It takes around 3 hours for her ability to wear off, around 40 minutes for pulling the stuff from Malakai's head and I figured she would only have about 20 minutes where she could resist falling asleep.
xP
Malakai awoke. As usual, his sleeps were dreamless. Just black. Then wake. He sat up and saw that the sun was up. He stood normally as he felt a hundred percent again. He realized his head was still bandaged and immediately removed it and tossed it to the floor. He sighed and tried to recollect the events of last night.
He then realized Miki was there and he looked at her. "Oh yeah. You. Well you look better. And clean too.," He then looked over himself. The clothes stained with dried blood and patches torn in various spots. "I guess it's my turn then...." He said contemplating on where to begin with that. "Did you find a shower that works? Yeah I know his place is abandoned...but doesn't hurt to inquire..." He said plainly.
Miki Tuscany Hated of Silence ____________________________________________
Miki had no idea for how long she’d slept, however, when she finally did wake up, it was still dark. That strange time in the morning where the sun is still down, but you know that its morning…
She’d awoken in a cold sweat from a nightmare. A strange phenomenon for her, she never remembered her dreams. Yet, as of recently, she’d been suffering from nightmares… Recurring nightmares….
Miki took a deep breath, calming herself by repeating the same thing over and over in her head. ’Its only a dream…’ Until eventually, she stopped shaking, her breath evened out, and her heart beat went back to normal.
She tried to clear her mind, forget the dream. But it was impossible. This dream… There was no doubt about it. It was the same nightmare that she always had. Yet, something had changed…
The dream she always had was in black in white, starting off with Miki standing by herself, until she was approached by several indistinguishable figures. These figures would stand around her, nothing more than white shadows that would stare at her with eyes that didn't exist. Miki knew them, she didn't know how, but they were important to her, she didn't know why. But she knew that they were friends, family, people who she never wanted to get hurt. She would be happy, with these shadows, content to just sit there with them; they understood what she was saying, even if she never said anything at all.
Although, the happiness she felt at simple being surrounded by these important people, never lasted very long. A number would appear, ‘the’ number, a number that Miki hated seeing, a number she never wanted to see again, yet somehow always managed to find her. This number would appear on the foreheads of the white shadows, the shadows that were so important to her. And suddenly, they weren't people who were important to her anymore… She would just see the numbers, forgetting that she cared about them, forgetting that they were people… All she saw was the number…
It was a strange sensation, being in control of your body, yet also knowing for a fact that what you’re doing isn't by choice. Miki would hunt those shadows hearing their screams, and pleas for mercy. She wanted to spare them. She wanted to so badly. But it was simply impossible.
So she would do the only other thing she could possibly think of. She would make sure to watch every second of life they had left, looking them in the eyes. Before the number would disappear off of their foreheads, and she would remember they were important to her. It was cruel… And she hated it. But it was inevitable…
The shadows never had faces, and occasionally they would fight back, but the result was always the same. They would die by her hands, and she knew she didn't have a choice but to kill them.
She didn't want to. But she also couldn't leave them be. ‘She’ killed them… She was the one who ended their lives… But why? Why did she ‘have’ to kill them? Why didn't she have a choice? She could never remember… It just became an obsession after seeing the number…
The one thing that was different about this particular dream, was the fact that there was red. The eyes of the white shadows weren’t nonexistent anymore… They were red. The numbers weren’t black anymore… They were red… And the shadows… They didn't bleed black anymore… They bled red… And the most disturbing thing of all, was that there were red hand-prints, red foot-prints everywhere, marking the walls that had previously been invisible, as if this had been done thousands of times before… But it was only until now that it could be seen.
Miki had no idea what it meant. Why she was all of a sudden seeing red in her dreams.
She didn't want to know… She just wanted it all to stop… She wanted ‘everything’ to stop… It was nothing but painful, and she'd been through so much pain already in here lifetime... Enough pain to last her 6 lifetimes...
Miki went limp for a little while, moving to hug her knees closer. Reasoning with herself why it couldn't end… How this was how it had to be. She would just have to suffer it for a little while longer… Everything would turn out how it was meant to be in the end… She just had to keep playing her part…
Finally having placated herself, Miki stood, looking around, taking notice of the fact that the man. Malakai, the dark winged angel, the demon, the one who she still owed a life debt to, was lying on the floor across from her asleep. She watched him with an emotionless face, not revealing her thoughts, even through her eyes.
His head was still bandaged. Why had she done that? She faintly recalled believing that it would help him heal faster. Which wasn't true, it was just something that she’d convinced her fatigued mind of at the time. Oh no... It was because she didn't want him to agitate his wound further... Despite the fact that it would be gone a lot faster than who her's would take...
There was a distinct difference about Miki now. Before, she’d been a little bit more expressive... Sometimes showing emotions on her face, reacting… But at this moment in time, she just seemed cold, non-caring, shut off. The night before she probably would have felt a little embarrassed over the fact that she was only wearing bloody bandages on her upper body. But now, she just didn't care…
Miki didn't hesitate to pull out a set of new clothes from her pouch. The ones she had been wearing, and was currently wearing, were stained in blood. Most of which was hers.
She was quick to change her bandages and while she didn't have a sense of modesty, she did understand that you generally cleaned when you were by yourself. So she silently went into another room to wipe the grime and grit from her person, her pouches were filled with all sorts of things that she needed, and quite honestly, Miki couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been able to reach into an black endless pit and pull out the exact thing that she needed at any time… But then again, she’d been told by Giovanni that she was a kleptomaniac, always getting weird things and saving them for later, not even getting rid of trash. Calling her a hoarder... Being mean to be nice...
Miki couldn't remember when exactly the hoarding had started. It was probably around the time that she got the pouches from the Farreh’s. They’d told her since she didn't have to worry about space anymore, she also didn't have to worry about clutter. So she should take advantage of the luxury and just start ‘hoarding.’
It was sound advice, especially since Miki knew that the pouches didn't stock themselves. The magic that was cast on them only gave them infinite storage space alongside easy retrieval. It was up to Miki to stock it. So Miki had just started to put anything she thought might come in handy in the future straight into the pouches. If she thought it would even be slightly useful, she would put it in.
The pouches were so convenient it was almost like a crime to have them.
Pulling out things to clean up with, Miki somehow managed to wash up pretty well without even using running water. There was no more grime, no more blood, and even her hair was clean now. Many of the cuts and bruises she'd had before were already gone. Only leaving the gash on her back and the place where the demons tooth had been in-bedded in her ankle to be the only injuries she had. She felt satisfied that they weren't likely to get infected, so she wrapped her ankle back up and taped a layer of gauze over the injury so that it would be easier to manage without having to unwrap the bandages around her body again. After which she put on something discreet.
By the time she was finished with all of that. The sun had made its way over the horizon, signifying that it was about time for Miki to start cleaning up after herself before she left. So she made herself busy before she would have to head out.
Malakai was still sleeping at that time, so she wasnt able to pull up the bloody floorboards... However, she was able to shoot five rabbits with her bow.
She'd skinned them, and now had them cooking over the fire.
She was waiting for Malakai to wake up so she could pull up those floorboards to burn, plus, anything else that she'd gotten her blood on, like the Demon tooth that had been in her foot...
She was only being so careful because it was never a good idea to leave Hated remains, which included blood, lying around. Hated remains when left alone for more than 5 days, would start to pull some unwanted attention. Mostly from lower demon, goblins, forest animals, lower demons, brownies, pixies, fairies, you name it, it would be there. Whatever it was that made the Hated ‘hated’ would get stronger, and as a result, would make the creatures that were drawn to it exceedingly violent. Miki had plenty of horror stories to tell about times when she’d gotten careless with a few stains on her clothes. Then found herself swarmed by all manner of creatures who didn’t like whatever it was that was attracting them.
She would let Malakai wake up on his own first before she began to pull up any floorboards she’d bled on… Although, if she managed to get blood in places that she couldn't take down to burn away, she might end up having to set the whole place on fire…
Injuries were such a hassle… __________________________________________________________________
My greatest weakness... My greatest strength... Orders with reason... Crimes without passion...
Senseless hate… Silent protests…
Bloodied hands… Regrets without voices…
Stifling loneliness… Unshed tears…
My shattered heart… My perfect mask…
Orders Over Commands:
EDITED
Oh and by the way, the change in Miki didnt happen within a few minutes... It actually happened over the span of around 4 hours... It takes around 3 hours for her ability to wear off, around 40 minutes for pulling the stuff from Malakai's head and I figured she would only have about 20 minutes where she could resist falling asleep.
xP
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