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 Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 7:05 pm
Salutations friends and strangers alike. I'm K. and I need writing like I need breathing. Journals doesn't suit my needs so welcome to my guild. Writing is meant for practice and is not necessarily canonical. Any characters are property of their respective owners and are used respectfully. If there's anything you'd like to say about my characters or writing my comments are currently open here. Thanks for visiting.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 7:10 pm
 The eldritch book club.
Though far from discouraging her, what she saw as a need for them to be properly led and educated only bolstered that unending enthusiasm. "Really, it is so very simple. Let me show you!" Those eager hands went from a clap to propping up books in front of her diminutive followers before they could think to raise any sort of complaint again. Regardless of subject, or whether the book was actually right side up or not. It mattered not, of course. Once their attention had returned to her too-cheerful face, the 'lesson' at hand continued. "You read the book... you submit that you have, and..." Revealing a crudely if delightfully drawn image of their objective carefully placed upon an easel only served to increase her fervor. "Pizza! You get a pizza! Just for you!" Though the draw of the reward couldn't help but be lost upon those who had lost their souls and minds seeking forbidden knowledge, as they attempted to muster up the pretense of enthusiasm to satisfy hers.
But while visibly let down by the reaction of her audience, she was still far from disheartened over the matter. Surely a baton would help! And, baton in hand, the first meeting of the eldritch book club and the first lecture of the benefits of pizza gleefully began, much to the dismay of its members.
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2019 7:36 pm
 The sweetness of spring.
"Dolci. Arancini. You may as well not have even come." There was a measure of sternness found in that honeyed voice, though just barely. Ice cream offered both sweet memories and a sweet taste, so she could hardly be bothered. Hardly, but still some. "You've a beautifully starry night and cherry blossom ice, but what do you offer in return? Only complaints~" Gesturing to the already opened box of ice creams is the least she can do. She'd had no intentions of sharing with anyone. But appearances were everything weren't they?
"But it's cold~" complained Dolci, looking as emotionally injured as a kitten probably could be.
"Why are you out here anyway~?" protested Arancini, unwilling to accept the cool spring breezes in lieu of a cozy cat bed.
"Oh~ Last I saw, Miya and the elf were smashing someone who'd so dared to set Ishetum aflame into all of smithereens. Ishteum, too. Dokkan! Gashan~" Imitating how the fearsome women and the house itself would be punishing the would-be arsonist was just necessary, much to the spacy kittens' fright and dismay. And probably what frogs and fish were around, what with the resulting shattered rock shrapnel disrupting what was otherwise a peacefully quiet nighttime.
"Spring is the best time to get away from it all, isn't it~" interjected Dolci, doing her best to imitate the ever mellifluous tone of their guardian, as with obvious nervousness there were paws too eager to seek out a delicious piece of sweet ice and be nowhere near the hellscape they'd surely return to all too soon.
"Right~? Spring is just the best!" repeated Arancini, imitating their companion and thusly also the redhead in short order. The chilly feeling of wet, icy paws felt outright tepid when compared to the arctic feeling of dread bearing down upon both of them in that moment.
Well. Changes of heart found in hypothetical displays of violence were as good as any other, after all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 12:45 am
(From here)
The sweetness of friendship. It could've been any average afternoon, if average afternoons included anything and everything but average things happening.
What grandly entered a certainly high end grocery store that day was someone burdened neither by worries nor by clothes. It was difficult for other customers to focus on one particular oddity of that figure, being that it was not only naked but also considerably muscular and very much winged. The individuals in his company certainly drew less attention, but perhaps more than they would've drawn individually due to the fact that they accompanied him. The one-eyed and lightly clad red-headed woman seemed pleased enough, a duo of starry kittens keeping close to her as she sashayed along. The green-headed man looked to be somewhat out of his element, though not fearfully so. Though it was certainly not the sort of 'adventure' he'd generally tend to pursue.
Any rules about 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' seemed outright inapplicable to the perfectly muscled and conveniently censored man. The sign itself proclaiming as much had seemingly just disappeared. The redhead pointed out as much with little pity to anyone that argued otherwise, hands at her hips as she leaned in to add smugness to that defiance. "I don't see such a sign. We are but simple folk here to procure various sundries, the same as anyone else!" The explorer figured that if ever there were a time to disagree with those he'd been dragged along with, it'd yet to come. The store manager seemed to have summarily omitted any such rule that might've existed, though the appearance of a considerable pile of cash that just happened to be glowing as if itself were a relic may have factored heavily into that sudden change of mind as he scuttled around in it what looked to be almost a religious fervor. The conveniently censored man's money was not only as good as anyone else's. It was arguably better.
Which only served to bring the definitely unclothed and buff man more joy. "Come, my friends! The entire world's for our taking!" The entire world of a grocery store, anyway, though the passion with which he spread his arms wide to show them as much seemed to not care either way. "Consider it a token of our friendship."
"And what friends~" the tiny merchant was quick to chime in, with her even tinier cat friends following suit. "A beautiful friendship!" proclaimed Dolci, making a starry path about her leader's sunny head. "A grand friendship~" echoed Arancini, orbiting around their green-headed friend.
"'Friends'.... right." Arguing with all the weirdness that had invaded his afternoon so suddenly seemed like a bad idea, with his red-headed 'friend' affirming as much as she sidled over. "Look. When a holy naked undead man offers to buy you food, you don't ask questions. You see?" But lest he forget, why wouldn't she put a certain unholy fear into a convenient reminder. "Besides~ Consider it making us even for certain dalliances from your person." Crossing her arms and sulkily looking away made it sound all the more shadier than it actually was. But finding one's self in a creepy house in a creepy kitchen out of the blue was a considerable offense to the tiny and seemingly-offended glutton before him. "Right. No damn questions." Maybe his head sinking into his scarf would magically spirit him away from the situation. Or at least make it look like he didn't now them? Which wasn't entirely untrue. But the association became inescapable, what with that once again sunny figure gingerly attempting to pull him along by the wrist.
Who released him soon after, that eye filled with the sight of a virtual bounty of refrigerated sweets. "Oh~" Any and every sort of gelatin, custard, cake, and pie were only the least of what was somehow to be found there. It was an infectious sort of delight, with the still-naked man following with both grandiose chortles and a cart. The weird people seemed to have been sated, so it was as good of a time as ever to try to take some initiative.
"So then, one thing."
"All the things!"
He could've just guessed what would happen next, though it was inevitable anyway.
"Every thing!"
"Each and every one~"
Their manly benefactor took it upon himself to affirm their feelings, flexing as he did. "For friendship!"
It would be enough to sigh over. Wasn't losing his precious thing just before this enough for one day? Though the constant enthusiasm was sinking in some. If only a little, and not repeated as loudly. "For... for friendship?" Any enthusiasm was enough to encourage his 'friends,' however, as with raised fists (and paws) they echoed the sentiment back at him with a zealous 'Right!' People were definitely staring. Those who hadn't been scared off by the giant unclothed man with wings that knocked over displays with the greatest of ease while the employees worried and the manager counted the money, anyway.
Something that the redhead couldn't be bothered by in the least, already raiding the case before them and filling the cart with quickness. "We need this, and need, and two of these, and do you know how good these are?" Whether that mind was quick or just greedy, it processed sugary food with almost admirable speed. Though the generous and glowing man couldn't help but worry about his little friends and just what their diets consisted of. "Don't forget protein! It's building blocks for the body, for growth!" It was only appropriate to pose along with his manly wisdom.
He might've been on to something, what with the miniature sweet tooths before him. The manicured hand not only bending but somewhat shattering the cart handle it'd been resting upon might've been an ominous sign, had that mellifluous voice not piped up again. "We're going to need another cart. Yes?" The nudist bodybuilder looked to be impressed by her sheer strength, soon agreeing with her. "Fear not! Your friend will find one right now." With another unnecessary muscular pose, he was off to acquire another cart and ruin more of the store. She could only shrug at the green-headed 'friend' before her. "Well. You want doughnuts, don't you?" Raiding the bakery and getting all the sweets was just what friends did, right?
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 7:20 pm
 The frankness of nature.
The slow and throaty humming that started just then circulated through the trees, weaving itself together with what slight breeze there might've been to create a sound that unsettled even those most seasoned at being nocturnal. Any reedy whistles and croaks ended just there, the energy already present warning off any soul that valued its life to what had just arrived. A predator, and a peerless one at that. A power level of which she herself cared little for it seemed, having casually seated herself upon a fallen log whilst rummaging about her person for something for other. A perfectly common act for any sort of humanoid creature, though inevitably with uncommon results due to the being in question. Eventually what was sought was produced, one of those obsidian daggers she made herself. Only to immediately stab herself with it, nearly puncturing through the whole of her palm. Yet without so much as any sort of reaction of pain. Only looking thoughtful about what came next as the very much not red blood began to spill out as she found her feet. "So, then~" Tearing off the shirt she'd been unpleasantly gifted from some loser dream demon with her uninjured hand was just necessary. It'd be all of some animals that'd see her, right? With a lack of anything resembling human shame she continued, palms pressed together solemnly to evenly spread the blood between them before she began. Stripes of black blood across the clavicle. Rings of blood at the throat. Curlicues of blood, down her side and at the hip. Once her bodily design was complete, tying back on the shreds that remained of the destroyed shirt seemed appropriate enough of a thing to do. Making a tourniquet of it was unnecessary. The wound had already begun to clot. Though one firm squeeze of that hot and wholly unhuman blood upon the ground came before any healing, whether it was necessary to what she had in mind or simply for effect.
Now painted up for whatever sort of party she had in mind, the otherworldly song continued. With a greater intensity this time, and with words unfamiliar to any human ear. The pressure in the surrounding atmosphere only continued to intensify, the sanguine tint of her own energy signature somewhat visible despite the fact that it was certainly night. Eventually what in time resembled a mantra brought forth a ring of white fire, unquestionably under control as the open palms that faced it caused it to flare some as they opened fully. Which finally resulted in a labored sigh of the summoner, just prior to the arrival of her 'guests.' The environment itself seemed to react at the appearance of what seemed to most certainly be sentient balls of fire, with the frequency of the surrounding sound skewing and adjusting as the unlikely and improbable continued to happen. Their grateful host looked on, with the politeness and graciousness probably unexpected of someone covered in her own blood. "Welcome, welcome~ It's great to see you on a night like this. Oh~ So you got the promotion after all. How exciting!" It was the sort of polite chitchat that the group as a whole enjoyed, as the foxfire delightedly surrounded and bobbed about their redheaded friend.
"And, so~" With an affirmative nod between an unusual girl and her fiery friends, the awaited ceremony began. As with any musical act, the infernal accompaniment only furthered the ever-increasing feeling of unease. The overlay of energy upon the air seemed to itself crack, the resonance with the earth itself becoming more fully realized as the resulting vibrations accelerated as her song and gestures only became more exaggerated. The peak of which eventually came forth in words that were lazily intelligible, the flames forming a flickering wall behind her as they were issued with great authority. "So, come forth as you've been commanded."
What'd been called forth was everything she wasn't. A hulking behemoth of a balrogish creature lumbered out of its realm of flame, its massive size and gnarled face the least of its terrifying nature. With decided effort the massive skull lifted itself up, a guttural howl escaping from its jaws as it settled its sizable frame upon its sinewy limbs. Though what the nightmare beast was lacking quickly came into focus, as its clouded-over eyes locked upon that one-eyed face. A lack of thoughts were involved, the creature wincing only instinctively as with a cocked eyebrow and smirk curling at the side of her mouth the small figure didn't seem bothered in the least by what had to have looked like the coming of the apocalypse itself. The flames rose behind her, seeming to show as much. What was before her lacked what she'd had since birth. The sheer killing instinct of a true monstrosity.
Though it wasn't without its own particular cleverness and wicked deeds. Rearing up some to chortle at her even, satisfied that her experiences had left her with a too-human side that could be easily manipulated the same as anyone else. Her intentions had been wordlessly understood, after all, as unblinkingly and unflinchingly she stood her ground before the beast. "A hunter has the same motivations regardless of the prey, don't they? I wonder what you think makes you different from the rest of them."
Which only served to amuse and relax the tiny frame of what was hardly human, actually taking a moment to outright laugh at what'd been proposed to her. "That's simple, isn't it?" Raising her wounded hand, that closed-lipped smile became sadistic as open-handedly she presented a thumbs-down. "There is a lack of pretense. I'm not pretending to be anything other than what I am. You see?"
In what was either speed or skill she seemed to have disappeared, abomination wrenching its neck around to quickly discern which way the offense would be coming from. It'd been enough to mostly avoid the first blow, the mass of sharp wires and blades grazing its legs as its assailant landed nearby. It was enough to throw it off-balance, however, its once solid stance upended as it tumbled backwards. Exactly as intended, it seemed, as a tightly-constructed nest of further wires and knives were lying in wait. And so with the expected efficiency the final guest spoke no more, oversized skull parted from its brawny body.
Another sigh couldn't help but come forth as what was entirely too much behemoth blood gushed out over the scene. Though the chipper conversation returned in short order. "So, as we agreed. The head, then? No, thank you. A pleasure doing business with you, and thank you for the hard work!" Well-mannered monsters had their ways about such transactions, as the horned head of what had a short time ago been an insolent creature became tinder and food for the fire. An exquisite fire, as the flames wavered in color as they feasted. Further enhancing the very beauty of the night itself all the more as far as she was concerned, resuming her dead tree of a seat amongst all of the flame and blood.
Only to hear a different sort of lumbering approaching, accompanied by trees flying here and there due to the sheer force of what eventually appeared. A too-tall elf looked to be a little put out by what she saw as missing out on all of the action. "Aww! Seriously? I brought all these flails and everything!" Only to have her elf ears droop upon the sight of the colorful and rather metal-looking skull fire. "And fire tooooo."
Having a disappointed elf whose heavy steps alone upset the local environment stomping over would concern most individuals. Though the individual in question couldn't be bothered, continuing to relax amongst all of the bloodshed and the nearby decapitated body. "You like your food fresh, don't you?" As if on cue the roar of the biggest, fattest dragon could be heard from the sky above as she knowingly pointed above her simultaneous to it sounding. Of course the monster corpse had only been bait. The elf seemed to be sated, producing oversized cutlery from behind her back as she eagerly awaited her meal. Fresh bait, fresh food. The best kind of delivery.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2019 10:02 pm
 The spring of creation.
And with the subject in question the most unbelievable of things that could possibly happen usually did, with the most unsettling of ease. Tulips didn't make for poppies exactly, though she seemed to be beguiled by them all the same. As beguiled as a person such as herself could be when half asleep, anyway. Perhaps a half sleep could become full if she'd gone unattended. Though for the many rabbit paws that hopped and crawled over and about her, that would never do. Besides. Who could better attend to the continuing festivities other than herself?
Much like the person that inhabited it that day, the sunny and flowery field was delightful though deceptive. For all the sleepy and soft bunnies that tumbled about her person, something more sinister lurked at the horizon. Though what would be a prefabricated threat if a bunch of garish artificial grass and plastic eggs hadn't been haphazardly glued to it? Clearly what lumbered all the closer had never been human, even if its figure was meant to resemble as much. Marring the scenery with its very existence, the unholy peal of elation that crossed what it had resembling a face hadn't much time to surface prior to the blunt strike of a saya meeting its torso with enough force to bisect it before it'd even noticed.
The sight that the grotesque eyes had taken in prior to its consciousness fading was that of the person that'd been nearly asleep and carefree one moment exhibiting the deliberate nature of a predator in the very next. Though the sharp look in that eye turned to pity at the ghoul before her, her very presence causing what remained of it to seize up as the recognition sank in all too late. The response to which was sighed out as it'd been many a time before. "You haven't the capacity to realize, nor shall you have the capacity to remember." And with indignation she resumed her lackadaisical post amongst her lapine companions, the pile of confections surrounding them growing further as the monstrosity of her own making transformed into more with all of a whimsical pop. They weren't remains, but rather a mystical and immediate reward for her efforts.
Of which others felt less than impressed by. "Candy? Why couldn't there be guts that spray out? Or better yet, cookies!" The usual presence of a murder elf was made more festive by a bunny outfit. And what seemed to be a tea party taking place nearby, complete with the elf's grim companion as a sort of mad hatter.
"Maybe you'd eat that, but I wouldn't~" What amounted to the group's cheshire cat couldn't be bothered, sinking further into the tulips and rabbits and candy. As far as laziness went it was an enviable one, her body almost seeming to become part of the scenery too easily.
Though the march elf wouldn't be letting her off so easily, protesting further. "Then I got all dressed up for nothing!"
"No one asked you to~" was the response that lingered in the air, the answering body having gone completely missing at that point.
The boy across the table from the elf said nothing, instead pushing an oversized chocolate chip cookie alongside a mysterious smile at her. Which was taken to like an orange cat gobbling a lasagna, chiding the cat in the field all the while. "You could learn a little from Miya-cha, you know."
Reappearing amongst the piles of candy and rabbit just to look irritated was the least she could do. Though with her arms crossed behind her head, it could hardly be considered actual annoyance. "Seems we already have a family tradition firmly in place, if you ask me."
And it was for that reason amongst many that the murder elf mystery family alliance maintained itself, even with the many banishments and lawn fires that had happened and would happen again.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 4:00 am
 A one-eyed friendship.
"Long time no see~" That annoyingly mellifluous voice was irritating enough by itself, but that she made moves to sarcastically pet her friend on his fuzzy head as he continued to float and avoid her only exacerbated things. Though following suit, she was undeterred as per usual. "So, where are we going this time? The drinks at that last place were sublime!" Opening her arms up widely to show her enthusiasm was just what one did whilst rhyming. "And yet, without atmosphere~" An establishment without the proper mood might as well have been a hole in the ground as far as she was concerned, with the wounded look she feigned in response.
"I keep telling you, that wasn't my fault! It's hard to have a good atmosphere when someone's friend made it a burning hole in the ground all of a few hours before." And with actual holes in the ground involved, the previously exaggerated review seemed less so, even if its response was meant with a well-natured smile and shrug.
And a smart comment, of course. "Isn't as if I'm the only one accompanied by friendly fires, is it?" Pyromaniac friends were all the rage with one-eyed whatsits! Though with any luck, they'd be excused of their fire friends that night. Adjusting one's hat seemed the thing to do, lest any friendly flames ironically rain down just then. "So what's with this place, then? Good word on the street? Nice location? Fireproof booths?"
"I have my reasons," sniffed the dabbit, all limbs crossed in his usual gravity-defying pose as he indignantly took a moment to smoke.
"So it's a girl, then."
Those words could've been a fire arrow with the way they shot her companion out of the sky, nearly eating the charmingly-cobbled walkway before regaining his composure. "What a stupid idea! You're a short dumb girl that's short and dumb and--"
A short dumb girl that'd completely ignored his short-sighted defenses and gone straight in to the establishment, made her assessment, and had gone right up to the most likely culprit for that night. "My friend thinks you're cute. Spend some time with us tonight, okay~?" She'd already planted herself at the bar, with the most exquisite smile. He'd turn to stone and fall dead out of the air just there, if it weren't behavior he'd already been familiar with. The most deadly of accuracy even in the most unlikely of situations.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2019 8:24 pm
 A greedy getaway.
"This job pays very well, you know," was the lazy assertation that eventually came in response to the curmudgeonly cute disposition of her cephalopod companion. The nimble fingers that plucked the octopus from her pouting place upon the floor and rolled them upon in its palm helped matters none. "And you could have very easily just as well not have come with in the first place." It's only out of politeness that the redhead didn't find herself inked. A fact that the individual in question was very aware of, with the smug one-eyed look and sly cat grin showing as much. Though it's a teasing that's short-lived, with its subject taking a seat upon the table and that grey eye once again focused upon the wax and wane of the nearby shoreline. "Besides. It's okay to get away for a bit of a break every now and then, isn't it?"
The eye that cleverly shifted back to the subject was filled with the sight of a tiny pink octopus that'd taken it upon herself to rest upon and partake in the other coupe of champagne. A familiar sight, it seemed, if the resulting reaction was to be trusted. "This again." Though with a halfhearted shrug, there was all of one concern to be had whilst luxuriating upon kindly comped champagne. "If you're too hungover to work, I'm taking your cut." A warning that seemed to be taken in without so much as a care over it, as the tiny inebriated body only sunk further into the coupe. An acceptable level of risk.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 7:00 pm
 Literary losses.
Much to the uninterested dismay of the individual that'd sent a heavy book bomb hurtling towards the tentacled seekers quite unintentionally. "You act as if this is the first time this has happened to you." Arcane books made projectiles just as well as any others. Though the abject terror upon the grotesque faces that'd most certainly horrify anyone else was certainly satisfying to their leader and boss, as she leaned back into the mass of transparent tentacles upon her back with what was unmistakably smugness. "It is by design, that it works that way." What upon closer inspection was the grasp of many otherworldly hands seemed to both momentarily levitate the books and expediently shelve books in a way no two-armed lifeform could. Though without the full concentration of its wielder, who in that moment had decided a shot of espresso took great importance while her strange limbs worked on her task at hand, a simple mistake here and there was bound to happen. "It's not like you actually got hurt..." What was one error in nearly a thousand mission completes? And that the book in question trundled forth with force not found in earthly creatures? Acceptable losses, as far as she was concerned.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2019 11:00 pm
 The vacationing undead.
As it often did, for the beachgoer in question. So the one-eyed gaze that peered down the shore into the sea, while inquisitive, never once met the incoming sights with anything but curiosity. As strange as said sights tended to be. One could scarcely be bothered to lift one's head out of the ruins of the sandcastle, even with the certainty that something dank and likely miserable was lumbering up the beach and headed her way.
That a group of undead had improbably and ponderously showed up at such a place was enough in itself. That said group was both hindered by their lack of eyes and seemingly untattered cloaks? While likely still a fearsome sight for any of the usual mortally fleshed composition, the individual in question could only look on with a lack of awe. One riding a seemingly normal and alive horse right out of the water did not help matters.
Still, it prompted at least an irritated warning from their intended target. "Hey buddy, I think you got the wrong beach. The people you want to eat are two islands down." Just who whatever formerly human entity wanted to gobble up was hardly any of her concern. They were dirtying and stinking up her serene solitude, an offense that would certainly not go unaddressed.
Yet still they advanced with their obviously fake limbs, making silly spooky sounds and creaking even though there wasn't an obviously not old but just dirty ship anywhere in sight. Their propensity to go after anyone in swimwear helped their innate undead instincts none. Still, creak and timpani as they did, it only served to irritate her further. And it was enough to prompt a smile, though it was anything but an assuring one.
"Far be it from me to deny your invitation to put you in your place." Challenge finally accepted, the ominous yet still bikini clad figure proceeded towards the former 'holy' men who'd barely made it out of the surf at that point. "Allow me to give you a taste of the power you've worshipped all this time." An assertion that may have made them cower a little, had they been capable of expressing anything resembling emotion.
It hadn't been long before what had been an unusual scene had settled into an unusual sense of peace. That the scene was set by nearly mirthful undead figures seem to matter little to the individual that'd settled the score, paying them no mind as she'd settled on to a lounge chair with a drink. The eyeless undead, performing the music typical to any beach setting, punctuated with their own chants and spooky sounds. The eyeless undead, somehow serving untainted food and drink. And the eyeless undead, dancing along while dressed in Hawaiian shirts and grass skirts.
Though the eerie nature of the vacation view would not be lost upon the sudden guest, tumbling in with an exuberance and more than a few suspicious glances after she noticed. "Ama-cha, sorry I'm late! There was a dragon and I may have made a mess and what the heck are those."
Ninja info cards? No. "Knights Templar." Like any other sequel, explaining things just seemed to be unnecessary at that point.
"But why." Mashing undead into a crunchy bone paste was a murder elf's first instinct, but the almost gleeful nature of the corpses of the former devil worshippers was seriously creeping her out.
"Wouldn't know." The idea of the undead coming out of the ocean for no reason in particular other than 'just because' and poor plotting on the part of the protagonists seemed to be both boring and of no concern to the person that'd tamed them into her servants.
"Huh. Well. What're you going to do with them after this?" The possibility of still being able to destroy them still lingered and invigorated the murder elf.
"Couldn't say!" And with that bright mellifluous tone sparkling in her voice once again, it was clear that she didn't care either. But a snap of her fingers brought one floral-shirted undead shambling over with a speed they seemed to only have when it was convenient to the plot. In order to serve drinks on a tray, of course. "Foofy loo loo drink?"
The only thing more fearsome than the eyeless undead was the one-eyed forever living.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2019 11:10 pm
 Sunny dog day.
Of which the little tawny-coated canine was no exception. Having found a suitable place upon the cobbled front step, settling in for an afternoon's nap upon the solar-heated stones was just to be expected. The expensive coffee machinery was too loud for his tastes, after all. Having the cutest of all dogs out front didn't hurt business, either. He could consider the occasional cautious pat to his head from incoming customers as a bonus. His drink had long since gone empty, though upon an awakening stretch and shake, it was well past time to assert his need for another plus more.
An 'arf' and tapping upon the legs of the red-headed blur having an especially busy day was able to catch her attention, if only for a moment. "I keep telling you that those biscuits I ordered aren't in just yet. This isn't actually a dog cafe, you know." There was disappointment in those puppy brown eyes, even if dog logic and perceptions of time made a few days wait feel like forever and a day. Those expensively-shaded eyes also happened to catch a familiar sight that hit every dog sense of glee and destruction in one majestic strike. 'It's the stick!'
It was a would-be scene that had played out enough times previously that the barista had a contingency plan in operation before her dog batter friend was able to take his first swing. "Don't destroy my beautiful flora display and pass up on harassing the stick this day and you shall be rewarded with a day so filled with caffé agnelli that you'll be drinking the sheep in your dreams." Delectable offers were enough to knock the chaotic energy out of any extraordinary dog, falling from that determined leap into grateful panting and wiggling. Straight up coffee wasn't good for dogs after all, not even decidedly nonmortal ones, so lamb broth with a shot of espresso was a suitable compromise. "And biscuits tomorrow. Make it a good rest, okay?" Keeping her customers happy was important. Her associates, more so.
One of said associates also wished to be catered to, only to have her hopeful inquiry answered without being able to get a word in first.
"No dragons on the menu. No exceptions."
Having to deal with the visceral bits and pieces of something that improbably both existed and was consumed in her own home was already incredibly generous of her person, she figured.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2019 4:45 am
 Seeking but not hiding.
The perennial survivor was no exception to this, mind already pressed towards a rather nervous inclination and body and limbs already opiparously clad for the upcoming season. While it couldn't be necessarily described as a 'panic,' every sense was attuned to solving the puzzle of every fallen leaf and chilled breeze that came her way as she continued down the path with deliberate steps. Would that she were considered to be any manner of 'prey,' perhaps the seasonal reddening of the local foliage would provide her some element of relief in the form of camouflage. But in no shape of form would the undying hunter ever so much as acquiesce to the idea of being anyone's 'quarry.' And so that cat-like nature propelled her forward, making her best attempts to assess what she deemed to be a threat, all the while both keeping her distance and maintaining her status as a moving target. A limited line of vision could easily be used to excuse anything she felt so inclined to, but no matter the swivel of that poorly proportioned head the phantoms remained. All of which furthered the escalation of that anxious feeling, as she finally made a quick turn upon her heel to do that which only came naturally do her. Facing things head-on.
Or would have, if she had any inkling of just what that would entail. "What is... how is..." Looking between the lapine wisps as if they could help with just how they were meant to be 'handled' helped exactly nothing. The purry sounds as they circled the befuddled redhead and nuzzled into her face and neck? Exacerbated that feeling of frustration to the point of stilted words becoming silence. And whether the easily flustered personality of the individual in question or the adorable persistence of her pursuers was what ultimately came into play in that moment, the end result was the same.
"Fine. Just... just stay out of my way, okay?" The face that'd been painted red concealed that flushed face, but just barely. The faint traces of rabbits joyously circled her, caring little about the terms of which she was unlikely to enforce so readily as she'd attempted to present as such. That wily eye had already been drawn away from her new companions, fingers curled curiously at her chin as her brow furrowed to echo the sentiment that followed.
"Now... where was I going again?"
Being a sore loser at hide and seek was thirsty and distracting work.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2019 10:30 pm
 Beyond words.
"If you're incapable of all of a short wait, you're welcome to concede defeat." They were heavy-handed words handled wickedly, received with cold understanding of the underlying meaning. Even the most clueless of the crowd might take the weight and energy of what appeared to be all of a girl and her dog with entirely too much caution, without knowing anything otherwise. The clever smile and confident disposition levied at him were the same as always, however, regardless of the differences in the task presented from those in innumerable years previously. 'I bet you can't.'
To which that unassuming canine figure had the usual answer to the individual that once upon a time had been his superior, in the form of a resounding 'arf.' Pleated skirts and high end sunglasses had taken the place of the bloodstained armor that'd once clad both figures. But there'd be no substitute for iron will of the ever-living and what'd once been one of her apprentices.
Of which she acknowledged, much to the tail-wagging and puppy-like panting of her former student. "As expected of you."
Even while still lacking true comprehension of each other's language, the feeling and intent were always unquestionably understood.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2019 3:35 am
 12/10.
The shadowy gold eyes framed with snowflakes caught sight of the awaited figure at last, improbably surrounded by a torrent of petals rather than snow. Forever dissonant to her surroundings yet irreversibly tethered by her own earthly desires, the falsely grey eye filled with the reflections of white and snow was grounded upon the sight of what at the time amounted to a somewhat damp and miserable heap whom she looked upon with both fondness and simmered down delight. "Were you waiting long?" The expected boisterousness had gone missing from that voice, instead leaning in to brush the too-long fringe from that familiar face with nothing but the otherworldly elegance that was left behind.
What was the carefully constructed visage of an accomplished adult crumbled quickly at that mothering, with the flushed face and shyness of a child rushing forth first. "Not really, no." Gentle lies that were belied by the presence of more than one empty takeaway coffee.
It was a game that the parent was willing to play with her progeny, amusedly taking a seat next to her child with great relish. "Heh." Taking a moment to close her parasol and delight in the snow and petals that continued to fall wouldn't be enough, though, as ever that cat-like demeanor couldn't resist. "Five coffees, though? Do we have to impose some sort of coffee moratorium on you? Hnn~"
The amount of the trash being left behind was in fact far more vexing than the lazily-assembled farce being so easily disassembled. "It's not all--" But what was more irritating, being sassed or left with telltale coffee rubbage? Either way, the weighty sigh not only covered both but accentuated the terse explanation that followed. "Uncles." Well-meaning, related and not, but apparently discourteous when it came to throwing trash away. "And..." Anyone further need not be explained, with that porcelain face sinking further into the scarf before the statement's abrupt ending could be noticed.
Thoughts of the 'uncles' were enough to keep the cat brain receiving the message occupied for a plethora of wildly different reasons; unspoken but fully expressed with an assortment of disgusted looks. Only to be instantly replaced with sweetness while questioning the nibling of said men. "Were they nice to you?"
Which in turn brightened that usually gloomy face. At least a little, as the question was answered with a nod that was almost cheerful. For someone that had been subject to someone else's littering, anyway.
"Good." A sunny smile for the answer, followed by moment's worth of steely-eyed satisfaction that the visitors had behaved appropriately enough to escape punishment. This time. But at that moment, there were more important tasks at hand. "So then~ Shall we?"
Any answer was cut off by the fact that the person being questioned was already being cheerfully dragged off by the arm. Forcefully enough to drop, even if only for a moment, what their cold hands had so carefully protected while waiting.
'Happy birthday, Mother.'
Not one letter of the neatly-addressed envelope bore a single smudge.
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2019 11:35 pm
 Turning over, staying fast.
That hesitation came with good reason, as a shrine overrun with anything but mankind would be an overwhelming site for most. But for her follower, it was a feeling borne from shyness. Seeing hone-onna in the unliving lack of flesh? Utterly disarming to the spectral skeleton-limbed youth in awe of her. And spending one's day amongst one's familiar spirits was one thing. Being surrounded by an array of foxfire was another thing entirely. And the gashadokoro lurking just over the way? It was difficult to feel fear over the sheer excitement and disbelief just then. "Do you really come here every year?" The rabbit seemed to care little, both that his carrier kept craning their neck to take in every sight as much as possible and in general.
"Surely! Where else is there to be~?" For having one eye masked with a color that wasn't particularly special, the sheer zest within it more than compensated for anything she'd be seen to be 'lacking.' It was a bright delight possessed by the mother that the child still had difficulty processing, seemingly having inherited none of it. Yet that feeling of being all of an on-looker could never settle in for long. Any idle moment ended up succeeded by being pulled in, whether physically or not.
And in the physical realm it was just then, arms carefully holding the rabbit as instructed being pulled towards whatever unexpected and possibly charming moment that happened to be next. Which at that time took the form of two monstrous two-tailed cats, coated in tuxedo and pure white, and their kindle of kittens. "Keijuu! Mego! And all the kittens too~ You remember Miyabi, don't you? Gotten quite big, yes~?" Being related to monster cats was quite enough in itself to take in, but being in one's twenties and being presented to them in such a way was enough to make anyone's face resemble a fire of embarrassment. But the affection behind that awkward moment traded off evenly enough, with the mother's laughing blush making a good match as the small talk continued. "Yes, I'm very proud!" A quietly appreciative nod was likely enough to distract from that color happily burning in a little more deeply.
Once they'd seen their relatives off nicely, the two ventured further inside, refreshed by the sight of the ancient architecture and winter forest. "It's nice, right? Don't forget to toss the coin in~ Patcchi, come here." The tiny rabbit was more than happy to scrabble into his master's fur stole and resume sleeping. Hands free, both were able to more easily perform the rites as customs instructed, taking a moment to exchange pleasant glances between the claps and the prayer. Though afterwards the mood had shifted some, with the redhead's cheerful mood just previous having been replaced with an unsettled quiet as she carefully petted at her dozing rabbit friend. In all likelihood it'd go without notice for anyone else. But being the progeny of that woman made the wistful glimmer in that eye impossible to ignore.
"Umm." The interjection was enough to break that mood, but to continue? "Hyde-oba said she was going to eat all of the crab if we took too long. I think she fought Godzilla for it."
And what might've elicited disbelief and awe in some, prompted annoyance in others. "Even if she fought King Ghidorah himself for it, she wouldn't be eating my share." Only to laugh it off in the next moment, with a hand squeeze for her considerate and thoughtful child. "Try to keep up, hnn?" The mischievous smile that followed could barely be appreciated before she was off. Dashing off through ice and snow and steep stairs was the best choice. While the empathy was appreciated, any further thoughts upon the subject just then were unwelcome.
That whimsical and elusive nature was something anyone that kept the company of that redheaded cat-like individual came to expect but never really became accustomed to, regardless of how much exposure to it was involved. Though that capriciousness only went so far, as her descendant could only remark sheepishly of knowing better, carefully following the path that'd been so recklessly cut just previously.
"...You pray for the same thing every year, don't you?"
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