Bleez and Mewmouse's Log

[Mewmouse]

Fight Club
Part 2

As Iliv spoke, he opened a door and a rush of yells came pouring out. Bleez peered in and saw a massive crowd surrounding a central area where noises of a fight erupted. The Wrath spawn was interested and her curiosity led her inside as she followed Iliv across the wide room. They weaved between cheering and jeering fans and Bleez witnessed the exchange of money. She wasn’t sure what was going on; Moira had kept her away from any form of gambling. They skirted across the crowded room, all too easy for Iliv but far more difficult for Bleez, even with her speed.

Once they were through, the elven man pushed another door open into a dark room. “Get in,” he hushed, his bright smile gone now. His eyes glanced around as if the door had been a secret passage. Without question, however, Bleez’s curiosity spurred her inside. Iliv followed her inside, closing the door behind him.

The room was pitch black, not a problem for a Drow like Iliv, but Bleez couldn’t see a thing. “What.kinda.sh*t.is.this?” the half-breed hissed. She didn’t like the fact that she couldn’t see anything around her. Her defenses were on edge as her tail swayed back and forth in wide arcs. A low growl erupted as her body lowered into a defensive stance. Her arms raised out, eager and ready to swipe and swing at anything that came close. What was this man going to do?

Iliv silently moved around the empty room, watching Bleez’s agitation in the infrared spectrum that his species could see in pitch blackness. His smile returned as he watched Bleez try to survey the dark room. Without Darkvision, like he had, her efforts would be in vain. But her tenacity was quite appealing, none the less.

Bleez turned in a slow circle, keeping her tail and arms out to feel for anything, anyone she could pummel to death. “WHAT.IS.THIS?” she roared now, not able to keep her temper in check. “I.WILL.TEAR.THIS.PLACE.APART.IF.YOU.DON’T.ANS-” The feel of something cold, metallic against her throat cut her off. She tried to swallow, only to have the sharp piece of metal cut into her neck. “Wha…?” she hissed.

“You speak too much. It’ll get you killed, no matter how fast you talk,” The elf purred sadistically into Bleez’s ear. She dare not move, despite her anger, incase the blade was dug deeper into her neck. “The first thing you WILL learn about fighting is that you will NOT talk.” His tone changed drastically again. It was stern, with a hint of malice. There was something evil about his voice. She had no doubt that if she didn’t follow his orders that she would be hurt. “Now,” the calm tone started again, “I am going to remove this knife and you will do EXACTLY as I say, understand?” Bleez could feel the metal object pull away from her neck. She nodded, not moving and inch other than that.

A few seconds passed, feeling like ages, and a dim light came on, slowly growing until it began to light the whole room. It grew at the same rate that her eyes adjusted to the light, so there was no need to squint. Bleez could see Iliv on the opposite side of the room now, standing smugly, twirling a rather ornate knife in his hand. The smile was gracing his sharp features again. “Now, you are to address me as ‘Sir,’ and you are only allowed to speak when spoken to, understand?”

“Yes.sir,” Bleez growled, glaring at the man with her fists clenched. All she wanted to do was to tear him apart right now. But she knew there was something about this man, something that she couldn’t put her finger on. But she KNEW, without a doubt that she could not combat him in her skill level.

“Good, I’m glad you’ve agreed.” He spun the knife into a scabbard in the small of his back, covering it with his shirt. “Now we begin your training!”  

[Mewmouse]

Parent Journal Entry 4

2/1/11

Dear Journal,

Bleez has taken into running away whenever she wants. I don't know what to do with her anymore. She doesn't listen at all. A few days ago, I found her with another spawn, Vali in the mall making out! In front of everyone! I know she's not a Lust spawn, neither is he, but they are Liberality spawn, which worries me how much they share.

A few days ago she came home, beaten and bruised. She wouldn't tell me what happened, but she assured me she was fine and that Vali didn't do it. I am VERY worried about her.

I am also concerned with the interaction between her and her brother. They never seem to get along and she is constantly getting mad at him. But he remains calm and collected, which just seemed to egg her one more. I don't know what to do with her since he needs so much attention, what with his hearing condition and all.

What is a mother to do?

~Moira  

[Mewmouse]

Child Journal Entry 2

Journal,

So I found out that I have to keep you because of the Facility. Whatever, I can do that, I guess. I heard that it's good to keep a journal anyway. Besides, a TON of stuff has happened since I last wrote.

The MOST important thing to note is that Vali and I are going out! As in boyfriend and girlfriend! I couldn't believe that he actually wanted to go out with me. It was just a spur of the moment thing when I asked him too! I was SO happy when he said yes! And he offered o get me a ring too! Oh my GOD, a RING! I mean, it's not an engagement ring or anything. It's a promise ring or something. But OH MY GOD! A ring! I am still squealing and giddy about it!

Okay, okay, okay, before I get all smoochie and stuff, I have more to say. I have a job! Well, not yet... and it's not a real job. Er, okay, it's not a LEGAL job. My mom would TOTALLY kill me if she EVER found out! I'm going to be a Prize Fighter! Isn't that awesome? I'm going to get to fight AND get paid for it! There's a man, or Drow, as he called himself. Oh, a Drow's an elf that has black skin, white hair, and glowing red eyes. Anyway, his name is Iliv Kil’und and HO-BOY can he fight! He says he's SUPER old, but he doesn't look like he is. But he's been teaching me how to fight! He's also been helping me with my magical abilities. I don't know how he knows, but I don't care! It's too cool! I come home with bruises and cuts sometimes from the training. My mom ALWAYS asks. It's SO annoying!

But my future is looking SO awesome! I can't wait until I'm old enough to move out! It'll be GREAT!

smile
Bleez  

[Mewmouse]

Untouchable
Foreword by Silk

"Magic is the claimed art of altering things either by supernatural means or through knowledge of occult natural laws unknown to science. It is in contrast to science, in that science does not accept anything not subject to either direct or indirect observation, and subject to logical analysis, whereas practitioners of magic claim it is an inexplicable force beyond logic. Magic has been practiced in all cultures, and utilizes ways of understanding, experiencing and influencing the world somewhat akin to those offered by religion, though it is sometimes regarded as more focused on achieving results than religious worship. Magic is often viewed with suspicion by the wider community, and is commonly practiced in isolation and secrecy. Modern Western magicians generally state magic's primary purpose to be personal spiritual growth, many seeing magic ritual purely in psychological terms as a powerful means of autosuggestion and of contacting the unconscious mind. Modern perspectives on the theory of magic broadly follow two views, which also correspond closely to ancient views. The first sees magic as a result of a universal sympathy within the universe, where if something is done here a result happens somewhere else. The other view sees magic as a collaboration with spirits who cause the effect."

My name is Silk. I am an embodiment of magics beyond anything a mere mortal can conjure. I am also a trainer for the Spider’s Kiss Fighting Guild. I do not train the body in the traditional sense. I train the magics of the body. The Spider’s Kiss Guild’s only requirement is that all its members have an innate magical ability. The Guild itself, in truth, is comprised entirely of Drow, the dark elves. Correction, it was. The master of the Guild has acquired a new project.

Her name is Bleez. She is of both demonic and angelic decent. If I did not know such things could exist, I would be surprised. What does surprise me is that she was not created with means of magic or nature, but science. There is a facility that makes these “children” from DNA of the angels and demons that reside there. Most of these beings of power are kept there against their will. I do not have a problem with this. I do have a problem with Bleez.

She is arrogant, obnoxious, and has a temper that is unbecoming. I suppose the last bit should come as no surprise, her demonic heritage is that of a Wrath Demoness. She has, on more than one occasion, tried to attack members of the Guild. One such member was me. I threw her into a wall. It’s amazing what unconsciousness will do to one’s will to destroy. I dare say that I enjoyed it, though I confess that I did not know that I could feel such an emotion towards hurting a fellow member of the Guild. It was fun. It was deserved.

My magic is derived from myself. Bleez’s magic is derived from her blood. In this way, and this way only, are we similar. The Drow of the Guild also have innate magical abilities, though theirs is neither celestial nor demonic in nature. Mine is not either, though I am able to control an outside source of it, with limitations. Bleez’s magic is both celestial and demonic. I do not know how the two magics are able coincide within one being. It has to do with the fact that the demon and angel sides of her are not direct opposites. That is the only explanation that I can come up with.

But, I digress. Bleez’s magics will be used to strengthen her own body. She is quick. I will make her a moving force to be reckoned with.  

[Mewmouse]

Untouchable
Part 1

“Again!” Iliv demanded, his strong arms crossed over his chest. His normally gleaming smile was substituted with a disapproving glare. His angular features were marked with disappointment at the Wrath/Liberality spawn’s lack of progress. The training of her melee skills were going along splendidly, but her magic skills were… lacking. This simple fact was irritating the usually calm man. “AGAIN!”

Bleez panted as her body was bruised and beaten. This method of teaching was great for her melee training, but she was finding it difficult to concentrate on her magical abilities with bits of debris flying at her. With the help of one of the other trainers, Bleez had been able to tap into her innate magical abilities. The problem was, she’d only tapped into them, not gained control over them.

She winced as more rocks and bits of wood were flung at her through magical means. The man standing beside Iliv was the one controlling the training projectiles. The man was squat and short, much the opposite to his counterpart, Iliv. To further offset the tight clothing that showed off Iliv’s body, this small man was completely covered in layers of cloth and various gems and tags that were meant to amplify his magic. These layers were so numerous that they obscured any feature of the man. The only way Bleez knew it was male was that Iliv had referred to him as a “he.” The strange man was also mumbling something unintelligible and moving his hands about as more objects lifted and flew at Bleez, once again pummeling her.

“STOP.IT.ALREADY!” Bleez roared, throwing her arms out from the defensive position she had them in. The roar caused a pause in the odd little man, thus pausing the onslaught. She breathed heavily as one knee lowered to the ground. The spawn was exhausted. They had been pummeling her for several hours now, with no progress. She was scratched up, nothing serious, but it would definitely bruise. They had at least kept the rocks slow enough so she wouldn’t get too hurt. And they’d kept them away from her face, for now.

The covered man looked to Iliv, layers of cloth and jewelry shifting as he moved. “Should we perhaps pause, sir? It appears that the lady cannot take anymore this moment.” The man’s voice was slow, calm, and sounded condescending to Bleez. She really didn’t care for this man, but Iliv assured her that he was necessary. The first time she had worked with him, she made the mistake for trying to rush at him when she got angry about his attitude. It was a mistake she wouldn’t repeat, for fear of being thrown into the wall by telekinesis or something similar. That’s what’d happened last time. She was out for a good hour after that.

Iliv growled, must like a beast wanting to kill its prey. “If we must pause, we must.” He looked at Bleez, every ounce of disapproval showing on every inch of his face. He would show her the error of her giving up in their next melee lesson. He would be sure that she would remember it. But, for the moment, he was going to leave Silk with her to see if he could get any improvement from the demon/angel hybrid. “Silk, teach her something useful,” Iliv spat as he left the small room. He needed to take out his aggression on someone and right now it couldn’t be her, otherwise this lesson would become a waste of time. He needed to find…

“Greetings, si-“ a sickly crack stopped the younger Drow from finishing his salutation to Master Iliv. Without warning, the stronger and obviously more volatile of the two had thrust his fist into the face of the other. He’d broken his nose and most likely his orbital sockets, judging from the blood that was now pooling around the unconscious young man’s head. A few others dared to assist their brother to the infirmary… once Iliv had fumed off far enough for them to approach without fear.  

[Mewmouse]

Untouchable
Part 2

Bleez plopped herself down on the floor, winded, sore, and unhappy. She had thought that this part of her training would be a cinch, like everything else she’d come across. How more wrong could she have been? This was the most difficult thing she’d ever done, and she got over her fears to ask her long-time crush, Vali out. Her temper was fluctuating. One thought would make her angry, where the next would make her feel worthless. Why couldn’t she do this? Was it her fault? Were they teaching her wrong? Was she not trying hard enough? Did they forget to mention a step? Where they doing this on purpose because she was neither male nor a Drow? Was she just too young? The young spawn’s mind was a torrent of thoughts. Trying to wrap her mind around everything was just as confusing.

Silk, seeing the conflict on Bleez’s face, sighed, figuring he had to try something different with her. If he didn’t get a favorable result out of her, she wouldn’t be the only one on the wrong side of Iliv’s ever-growing ill mood. “Bleez,” he said, wishing in all honesty that she could just get the ability on her own, making everything SO much easier. She looked at him, her expression of her inner struggle changing into a stern stare at the clothed man. They didn’t get along well; this much was no secret. The look she gave him almost made him rethink helping her, until he remember this one time when there used to be two magic trainers. USED to. Iliv fired the other man, literally. He lit him on fire. A shudder went through Silk’s magic-composed body, causing the textiles and jewelry on him to shift and make rustling and clinking noises. The covered man took the risk of moving closer to the Wrath spawn. He kept a magical, invisible barrier between himself and her, just in case she felt the need to come after him again.

The young girl’s defenses rose when the man approached her. Her tail twitched, showing her irritation. She wasn’t sure what he was up to, but she didn’t like it.

“Why do you not tap into your abilities?” Silk asked, foregoing his normal, condescending tone for something a little less severe.

“I.AM,” Bleez growled, growing more aggravated. One more negative word out of him and she’d be on him like wolverines on raw meat!

“Correction: why are you not retaining your magical abilities when you fight?”

“I.dunno! It’s.hard! I.can’t.concentrate! There’s.too.much.stuff.flying.at.me!”

“I see. So you lack focus.”

“I.don’t.lack.focus!” Bleez’s fists began to clentch, her teeth bared. “I.focus.on.destroying.my.opponent.”

“You lack focus on your magic, though. You need to be aware of everything when you fight, outer AND inner.” This “nice” tone was giving him a headache. Odd, since he figured he couldn’t get those; no flesh and veins and all. Bleez cocked her head to the side, obviously not understanding. Silk sighed and walked back to his original position. “Let’s try this. Stand up, tap into your power, and we’re going to try something new.”

Bleez did as she was told, closing her eyes and summoning her magic from the well within her. She could feel her body tense; her skin became rigid like the surface of a rock. When she opened her eyes, a piece of wood was flying at her a crazy speed. She panicked, losing her focus, her skin changing back to the soft, flesh density it normally was. She dodged, the projectile barely missing her head. It whizzed past her and impaled itself in a wooden beam on the far side of the room. She looked from the wooden beam, to Silk, an expression of surprise and mounting anger on her face. “What.was.THAT.about?!”

Silk sighed, he’d hoped that would’ve worked. Well, it might’ve, but she opened her eyes too soon. He was certain that if she would have kept her eyes closed for just a fraction of a second longer, she would have retained her magical density and that piece of wood would have splintered like a twig. “Bleez, tap into your power again, I promise I won’t throw anything at you.” This was, of course a complete lie, and Bleez looked at him skeptically. “I swear on my mother’s grave.” Again, a lie, he didn’t have a mother, but Bleez didn’t know that, nor did she need to know.

Her golden eyes glared at him, trying to glean some expression or tell from his emotionless features. After a while, she just got bored and sighed, shaking her head. “Alright, I guess.” She took a deep breath and repeated the method of her ability.

Before she was complete with her metamorphosis, Silk position a rock floating close to her. It was just far enough that he could ramp up the speed and send it at her as fast as he deemed necessary for the exercise. A moment before he believed Bleez to open her eyes, he send the rock at her.

Bleez opened her eyes to feeling something hit her, much like wad of paper. When she looked down to see what it was, she was shocked. Had she done it? She looked to Silk, who remained silent. “Did.you.throw.that.at.me?” her tone was more astonished than angry at the moment.

“Yes,” he answered, not apology in his voice. “You managed to remain focused. Now we must get you to focus when you can see the assailant.”

Bleez grinned, a newfound enthusiasm to learn emerging. She punched her fist into an open palm and flashed her one-fang smile. “Let’s.get.to.it,then!”

Silk just sighed. This will be annoying.  

[sevenofsevenmule]

It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:

Letter

Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following:

Guardians Name:
Child's Name:
Sin:
Virtue:
Gender:
Current Attitude:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars )
Current hair style:
Current clothing preferences:
Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue)

Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them?
As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs.

Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc.

Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up.

Thank you.

You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.

(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)  

[Mewmouse]

I Can Do What I Want... With My Hair

Bleez ran her painted fingers through her shorn hair. It was a bit on the drastic side, but also something she decided was necessary. Iliv told her that she would have to cut it. Long hair was just a liability in the ring. Another fighter could easily grab a hold of it when they were in close, exchanging blows; then she would be at the mercy of her opponent. Iliv had illustrated this point all too often in their sparring matches. Bleez rubbed her scalp, remembering all too vividly the pain of having her head jerked from side to side by the Drow’s forceful hand.

She teased it here and there until she was satisfied with the look. She didn’t know why she was bothering, it’d just get messed up when she had to go to “work.” Work, it was definitely hard work, but no pay, not yet. She was still in training and to be honest, she wasn’t sure when she’d be able to go into the ring. She’d grown into the next stage of a spawn’s development, so she was now old enough to participate in the fights, but final say was given to the committee, which was composed of all the guild masters. So, Iliv would let her know when they said she was okay to fight. She was ready… in her mind.

Satisfied with her appearance, she swept the locks of hair on the bathroom floor into the waste bin. She cleaned the sink and put the scissors and hand mirror away. It actually looked pretty cute, not at all bad for a self-done job. Her mom would probably flip, though, she thought. Her mom was always questioning her: Where’ve you been? What happened to your eye? How’d you get that bruise? She huffed, letting the air out of the fanged side of her mouth. Just thinking about the questions was making her on edge. Yeah, her mom would definitely give her the old twenty questions about her hair too.

A knock came at the door, causing Bleez to jump out of surprise. Judging by the heavy-handedness of it, she guessed it was Ciúin. “Yeah,jus’.sec!” she replied, knowing that if it was her little brother, answering the knock was pointless. A moment later, she threw the door open, a large child staring up at her hair. For the briefest instant, a flicker of surprise lighted his eyes. “What?” she snapped.

He stared at her a moment longer, trying to register what she’d said. He gotten better at reading lips, but she spoke so fast that it still caused him Bleez and silent contemplating for him, he finally said, “You cut your hair,” in his normal, hum-drum tone.

“Yeah? So?!” she growled, expecting an off-handed insult to follow. Ciúin was honest, to a fault at times and that’s what usually go them fighting. That and he seemed to enjoy telling Moira what Bleez had done to get her in trouble.

Ciúin cocked his head to the side, her harsh tone with him was unwarranted. His near-unblinking eyes remained fixed on her hair until he spoke, looking at his sister’s face. “I like your hair. It is nice.”

Bleez was taken aback, she couldn’t even think of a compliment he’d ever given her. “Th-thanks.”

The comment caught her off guard, slowing her speech to the point that he could easily read her lips. “You are welcome.” A small smile curved the corners of his mouth, showing off his sharp teeth. A brief desire to never fight with his sister again crossed his mind. But then the thoughts of her teasing came to mind. The smile shrank until it vanished. A new thought came to mind and he looked away, down the stairs. “MOTHER!”

Bleez’s irritation reemerged tenfold. “You.snitch!” The Wrath spawn lunged at her younger brother. Much to her dismay, he had expected this and sidestepped the attack. Using the time Bleez was on floor, Ciúin skirted around her and locked himself in the bathroom. Once she was up, Bleez proceeded to pound on the door, yelling empty threats at the Gluttony boy.

“Your ‘air!” came a gasp to the side of the pounding girl, causing her to stop and turn. Her short, red-haired human mother was staring at her from the stairs. Her surprise had haulted Moira from continuing upward to see what the commotion was all about.

“It’s.my.hair!” Bleez turned to face her mother, now directing her anger towards the woman coming up the stairs once again.

Moira held up a hand to calm the girl. “I never said it was bad, dear, I was just surprised. It looks really cute.”

Bleez’s face contorted. She was happy that it seemed she wasn’t going to get a lecture about her hair, but “cute?” She was going for badass or sexy, not “cute.” She internally sighed, reminding herself that this was her mother and such words wouldn’t even be in her vocabulary. And if they were, it’d just be weird to hear her mom call her new hairstyle that.

Sensing her daughter’s disapproval of the term, Moira corrected herself, “It’s nice.” Bleez started to visibly ease, causing Moira to ask the unsurprising question, “Now what’s going on up ‘ere?”

Bleez tensed and sighed. She could never catch a break.  

[Mewmouse]

Parent Journal Entry 5

5/31/11

Dear journal,

Bleez has taken to running away all too often and since she's so quick, there's little I can do except lock her in her room, which doesn't seem right to me. She comes home with scratches and bruises, but never tells me where she gets them. I wonder if she's this secretive with everyone, or if it's just me. In any case, I'm at a loss as to what to do with her. She's growing into a young woman and though she needs to learn how to fend for herself, I wish she would let me help her. She is harder and harder to handle every day. I feel like she's hiding more than just the source of her injuries. I'm worried she'll come home one, pregnant, or worse, not come home at all.

I've never encountered such a difficult person to deal with. I really don't know what else to do. Maybe, moving out would actually be good for her? That sounds terrible, but I'm really running out of options.

~Moira