Mirei 1: Fighting Spirit Crisis!
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((Mirei Intro Post))
“~Nnn...? ~What time is it...?
Mirei woke up in a dazed state... sitting up still wrapped in blankets with her eyes half shut and a disheveled look to her face and hair. A quick look out the window would tell her it was late already, the dim overcast sky from earlier had darkened as the sun had retreated behind the horizon and the stars behind ever darkening clouds, the only light night now would be the glow of the city off in the distance. It was evening already... at least 7 or 8... she had been asleep all day, or something similar to sleep. Still her waking up wasn't natural, no, it carried none of the refreshing energizing feeling that regular sleep usually had... something had caused this, something felt wrong and nagged at the edges of her senses.
“It's nothing... of course it's nothing. The same as during the rest of the week, they said the shock would wear off... like it was no big deal and everything was going to be OK. All lies, no surprise I still feel crappy...”
It was friday tonight, the start of the weekend, it should have been something to look forward to, but instead it was just another meaningless day to suffer through. She had skipped class today, as she had done the last few days, there was no point anymore, her future was already ruined. Only a few days ago she had gone to the hospital feeling ill, and while her sickness was nothing but a passing bug, they had done tests... tests that found other problems. Everything she had ever wanted for her future, to marry the perfect guy and start the perfect family and have the perfect kids... that happy storybook life, it was impossible now. It was genetic, incurable, she would never have children of her own; and even she did manage to start forming a life within herself, it was likely her body would kill them both.
“It's not... fair...”
Part of Mirei wanted to get angry, but there was nobody to blame here... she hated the way her parents told it would be alright, that she'd get over it... but she also knew they didn't mean anything by it. Even if she had wanted to snap at them, they wern't here for her to vent at anyway. No... she was the only one here right now. Her parents both had jobs...responsibilities, they couldn't stay home and coddle her another day. She was her alone. She had to be. Even as she strained her ears to listen to the sounds around her, the only noise she'd hear was the gentle drone of a light rain outside.
“So why does it feel like I'm being watched...?”
A quick inspection of the house would reveal nothing, the lights were all dark and nothing was moving anywhere. What started as a paranoid feeling started to become a frustration as paced the house.
“I got up for this, to chase phantoms through the dark like some little girl afraid of ghosts? I was probably just having a bad dream or something. Thats also probably why I feel like I didn't sleep at all... not that I'll feel any better in the morning anyway.”
As Mirei returned to bed though, and burrowed back under the covers, the feeling would return stronger than ever... threatening this time, dangerous. It wasn't there while she had been searching earlier... but here in this room...
“-Huh?!”
In a quick movement she would sit bolt upright and look around again. Something was here, she could feel it more clearly than ever before... it was always here, but she could never notice it before. Before it had been a daze... but now, for some reason she felt awake, like she had unintentionally broken some kind of spell. Furthermore, her eyes would catch something now, perched on the end of her bed.
“W-what... are you?”
The thing she was looking at now wasn't the source of the threatening feeling she felt, somehow she was sure of that... but it was something that she wasn't going to ignore either...
“~Nnn...? ~What time is it...?
Mirei woke up in a dazed state... sitting up still wrapped in blankets with her eyes half shut and a disheveled look to her face and hair. A quick look out the window would tell her it was late already, the dim overcast sky from earlier had darkened as the sun had retreated behind the horizon and the stars behind ever darkening clouds, the only light night now would be the glow of the city off in the distance. It was evening already... at least 7 or 8... she had been asleep all day, or something similar to sleep. Still her waking up wasn't natural, no, it carried none of the refreshing energizing feeling that regular sleep usually had... something had caused this, something felt wrong and nagged at the edges of her senses.
“It's nothing... of course it's nothing. The same as during the rest of the week, they said the shock would wear off... like it was no big deal and everything was going to be OK. All lies, no surprise I still feel crappy...”
It was friday tonight, the start of the weekend, it should have been something to look forward to, but instead it was just another meaningless day to suffer through. She had skipped class today, as she had done the last few days, there was no point anymore, her future was already ruined. Only a few days ago she had gone to the hospital feeling ill, and while her sickness was nothing but a passing bug, they had done tests... tests that found other problems. Everything she had ever wanted for her future, to marry the perfect guy and start the perfect family and have the perfect kids... that happy storybook life, it was impossible now. It was genetic, incurable, she would never have children of her own; and even she did manage to start forming a life within herself, it was likely her body would kill them both.
“It's not... fair...”
Part of Mirei wanted to get angry, but there was nobody to blame here... she hated the way her parents told it would be alright, that she'd get over it... but she also knew they didn't mean anything by it. Even if she had wanted to snap at them, they wern't here for her to vent at anyway. No... she was the only one here right now. Her parents both had jobs...responsibilities, they couldn't stay home and coddle her another day. She was her alone. She had to be. Even as she strained her ears to listen to the sounds around her, the only noise she'd hear was the gentle drone of a light rain outside.
“So why does it feel like I'm being watched...?”
A quick inspection of the house would reveal nothing, the lights were all dark and nothing was moving anywhere. What started as a paranoid feeling started to become a frustration as paced the house.
“I got up for this, to chase phantoms through the dark like some little girl afraid of ghosts? I was probably just having a bad dream or something. Thats also probably why I feel like I didn't sleep at all... not that I'll feel any better in the morning anyway.”
As Mirei returned to bed though, and burrowed back under the covers, the feeling would return stronger than ever... threatening this time, dangerous. It wasn't there while she had been searching earlier... but here in this room...
“-Huh?!”
In a quick movement she would sit bolt upright and look around again. Something was here, she could feel it more clearly than ever before... it was always here, but she could never notice it before. Before it had been a daze... but now, for some reason she felt awake, like she had unintentionally broken some kind of spell. Furthermore, her eyes would catch something now, perched on the end of her bed.
“W-what... are you?”
The thing she was looking at now wasn't the source of the threatening feeling she felt, somehow she was sure of that... but it was something that she wasn't going to ignore either...
- Spoiler:
- Mirei Makona
Resolve: 18/18
Wounds: 0/4
Status Effects: None
Charm: 4/4
Insight: 5/5
Tenacity: 5/5
Magic (Support): 5/5
Heart (Defense): 8/8
Fury (Attack): 5/5
Magic Overcharge: 0/10
Heart Overcharge: 0/10
Fury Overcharge: 0/10
Oblivion Seeds: 0/13
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A tiny white lump came sharply into focus, cutting through the haze of sleep and depression, and practically gleaming, despite the darkness of the evening. Perched atop the footboard of her four-poster quivered an immaculate mouse. It had an ugly, beaky nose, and it's wide, unnerving grin looked as though somebody had painted it with lipstick-- albeit, creamy, gross, fleshy lipstick-- and slipped, smearing it quite a bit too far on both sides. Maybe a Stepford smile... no, more like The Joker.
The mouse uttered a tiny squeak, and then unfolded large, banana-yellow wings from it's body, proving it was not an ugly mouse at all. Instead, it was an ugly bat.
That was somehow worse.
"I'm... a ghost," the bat spoke in a careful, articulate, human man's voice, a voice not unlike her father's. It's minuscule, needle teeth caught the light as it's mouth formed the words, "Oh, but a friendly one. I understand you have a... problem." Gracefully, the white bat glided in a straight line the distance from the footboard to the cover atop Mirei's lap-- in fact, it was so graceful, that the fuzzy creature did it without moving a hair on its body. Then it furled it's wings, and preened for just a moment before looking at Mirei with it's black, beady eyes.
"I'm here to help."
The mouse uttered a tiny squeak, and then unfolded large, banana-yellow wings from it's body, proving it was not an ugly mouse at all. Instead, it was an ugly bat.
That was somehow worse.
"I'm... a ghost," the bat spoke in a careful, articulate, human man's voice, a voice not unlike her father's. It's minuscule, needle teeth caught the light as it's mouth formed the words, "Oh, but a friendly one. I understand you have a... problem." Gracefully, the white bat glided in a straight line the distance from the footboard to the cover atop Mirei's lap-- in fact, it was so graceful, that the fuzzy creature did it without moving a hair on its body. Then it furled it's wings, and preened for just a moment before looking at Mirei with it's black, beady eyes.
"I'm here to help."
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There were plenty of things unsettling about the creature before Mirei, the fact had appeared out nowhere, it's ability to speak, the idea that it knew things about her, the kind of animal it was... but none of that was immediately threatening, she might even go so far as to call it cute if it were daytime and it was in the light. The things it was saying didn't make sense though.
“This house is new, nobody's died here. You talk like a person but you don't appear as one. And besides, what does a “ghost” know or care about my problems?”
Even as she asked the questions, her stare back and the look in her eyes showed her mind was already trying to form answers of it's own before the creature answered.
“You're not real.” She finally declared a few moments later. “The only reason you know anything about me is because you're from my own head to begin with. I'm still asleep and dreaming all of this.”
No... that was wrong. As of a few minutes ago when she “broke” whatever daze she had been in, she felt more awake now than any time during the last few days.
“I-I'm sick or something. I'm having a fever and hallucinating this.”
Even as she said it, the answer wasn't convincing... and the next most likely alternative was that she was a crazy, a scenario she didn't want to entertain, even as it flashed across her mind briefly.
“This thing can't be real... can it?”
Tentatively the girls hand reached forward... slowly and carefully. She wanted to touch this creature, to feel that it was actually there... but at the same time there was hesitation. She felt like a child who was about to unknowingly touch a burning stove top with no idea of what would happen. Or maybe she did have an idea... most wild animals reacted one way when they were touched... and this one had some pretty sharp teeth, even if they were small.
“Don't you bite me!”
With that she was committed to the course, and moved her finger towards the creatures head as if to pet it. If she could physically feel it, it had to be there, had to be real... right?
“What are you really?”
Before the creature hadn't seemed dangerous because Mirei didn't sense it was going to physically harm her. Now things had changed and become an entirely different game. Whatever this thing was, it was either giving her extremely simplified explanations, or twisting the truth (if it was the truth at all)... maybe. It was nearly impossible to tell by looking at it. It's face was unreadable, it's eyes expressionless and a mouth that shouldn't have even been able to form the words it did. This was something to be guarded around... to handle carefully.
“And what is it you really want?”
“This house is new, nobody's died here. You talk like a person but you don't appear as one. And besides, what does a “ghost” know or care about my problems?”
Even as she asked the questions, her stare back and the look in her eyes showed her mind was already trying to form answers of it's own before the creature answered.
“You're not real.” She finally declared a few moments later. “The only reason you know anything about me is because you're from my own head to begin with. I'm still asleep and dreaming all of this.”
No... that was wrong. As of a few minutes ago when she “broke” whatever daze she had been in, she felt more awake now than any time during the last few days.
“I-I'm sick or something. I'm having a fever and hallucinating this.”
Even as she said it, the answer wasn't convincing... and the next most likely alternative was that she was a crazy, a scenario she didn't want to entertain, even as it flashed across her mind briefly.
“This thing can't be real... can it?”
Tentatively the girls hand reached forward... slowly and carefully. She wanted to touch this creature, to feel that it was actually there... but at the same time there was hesitation. She felt like a child who was about to unknowingly touch a burning stove top with no idea of what would happen. Or maybe she did have an idea... most wild animals reacted one way when they were touched... and this one had some pretty sharp teeth, even if they were small.
“Don't you bite me!”
With that she was committed to the course, and moved her finger towards the creatures head as if to pet it. If she could physically feel it, it had to be there, had to be real... right?
“What are you really?”
Before the creature hadn't seemed dangerous because Mirei didn't sense it was going to physically harm her. Now things had changed and become an entirely different game. Whatever this thing was, it was either giving her extremely simplified explanations, or twisting the truth (if it was the truth at all)... maybe. It was nearly impossible to tell by looking at it. It's face was unreadable, it's eyes expressionless and a mouth that shouldn't have even been able to form the words it did. This was something to be guarded around... to handle carefully.
“And what is it you really want?”
- Spoiler:
- Mirei Makona
Resolve: 18/18
Wounds: 0/4
Status Effects: None
Charm: 4/4
Insight: 5/5
Tenacity: 5/5
Magic (Support): 5/5
Heart (Defense): 8/8
Fury (Attack): 5/5
Magic Overcharge: 0/10
Heart Overcharge: 0/10
Fury Overcharge: 0/10
Oblivion Seeds: 0/13
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The white bat pursed it's lips briefly. "Well... I'm not really a ghost. But that's what you said you were looking for. Isn't it?" It silently let Mirei speculate on its existence, staring back at her with its glassy black eyes.
As soon as her hand came into the creature's range, it tried to clamber aboard and sit in the palm of her hand. Despite looking quite fluffy, the little bat felt rough and solid. Mirei jerked back her arm with a "YEEP!" and the self-described "ghost" squeaked too, very much in the manner of a regular bat, as it tumbled and fell down back onto the sheets. It landed with a small 'pomf!'
It stood up, from a push-up position, and made a motion with it's claw-thumb, like it was brushing of its trousers. "What I am... is difficult to explain. I am 'Tsukaima,' but if you don't know what that is already... then it's easier to just think of me as a ghost."
The bat-- or ghost, or whatever-- fluttered its yellow wings and lifted into the air, where it became stock-still, and circled the bed's ceiling, like it some plastic figure suspended from a mobile. "I really, earnestly, do want to help you." It gave her a very serious look, then suddenly broke into a big, tooth-showing smile, trying to put her at ease. "You'll need to come with me, though," it said, before turning and floating lazily into the bedroom wall.
The ghost waited in the hallway, hanging upside down much in the same way it flew: suspended from nothing.
As soon as her hand came into the creature's range, it tried to clamber aboard and sit in the palm of her hand. Despite looking quite fluffy, the little bat felt rough and solid. Mirei jerked back her arm with a "YEEP!" and the self-described "ghost" squeaked too, very much in the manner of a regular bat, as it tumbled and fell down back onto the sheets. It landed with a small 'pomf!'
It stood up, from a push-up position, and made a motion with it's claw-thumb, like it was brushing of its trousers. "What I am... is difficult to explain. I am 'Tsukaima,' but if you don't know what that is already... then it's easier to just think of me as a ghost."
The bat-- or ghost, or whatever-- fluttered its yellow wings and lifted into the air, where it became stock-still, and circled the bed's ceiling, like it some plastic figure suspended from a mobile. "I really, earnestly, do want to help you." It gave her a very serious look, then suddenly broke into a big, tooth-showing smile, trying to put her at ease. "You'll need to come with me, though," it said, before turning and floating lazily into the bedroom wall.
The ghost waited in the hallway, hanging upside down much in the same way it flew: suspended from nothing.
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“-sorry!”
It was a hasty apology that came almost as soon as her hand was done jerking back, Mirei had expected the creature to stay still and let her touch it slowly at her own pace... it seemed her caution was mistaken for an invitation, and she herself took the creature's obliging as something unexpected and possibly dangerous. The fact that she was wrong added even more to the shock in a strange way. The girl wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't to be able to so easily fling the creature way. For a moment she was almost afraid she had hurt it and briefly felt a small pang of guilt... before reminding herself that she had no idea what this thing actually was or what it wanted.
“It called itself a ghost. Ghosts are dangerous evil things. It's lucky I didn't try to crush it when it jumped at me like that. Then again... you can't really hurt a ghost, and it's definitely not something that you're supposed to trust... but it hasn't given me anything else to call it.”
She mentally pondered, somewhat relieved and somewhat even more on guard as the creature got up perfectly fine and seemingly unphazed by the tumble. Then, as if reading her mind (or maybe just the expression on her face) the creature gave her another name.
“Tsu...kaima?”
It was a tantalizing bit of information, if only because it was the first solid piece of information the creature had surrendered so far. Somehow that word seemed significant... important. But no matter how many time Mirei turned the phrase over in her mind, she couldn't remember ever hearing it before, couldn't figure out what it might mean. Unfortunately the creature seemed only to tease her ignorance with the way it claimed it's half-false answers were "easier to understand", giving her no additional real answers and giving her little time to ponder it over before flying off and beckoning her to follow.
Had the girl had a clearer mind or more life experience, she might have recognized the hook she had been baited with... and the promise of more answers if she played along. Somewhere in the back of her mind she probably DID realize what was happening... or at the very least some part of her mind was creeped out by the creature's sudden switches between seriousness and unnatural ("forced?") smiles and attempts to seem courteous and put her at ease. The last part wasn't working... but her curiosity was strong enough to keep her going anyway, albeit still cautious and on-guard.
“I don't need to do anything, this is still my house and you're the one trespassing. You should be doing what I say!”
Mirei answered back trying to sound determined, but her voice faltered a bit. She was not bargaining from a position of power here, and if she drove the creature to leave she would never get to satisfy her curiosity... or possibly worse if it really COULD help her.
“It wasn't wrong when it knew I had a problem... it's not something anything should be able to help with. But this thing, this “Tsukaima”, it shouldn't exist either...”
Reluctantly she found herself following the creature, despite half her mind telling her none of this was real, and if it was real it was something she shouldn't be messing around with.
“Fine... I'll come see whatever you want to show me. Just this time though, you're not going to yank me around all night if you don't start giving me some better answers.”
Again her voice faltered a little towards the end.
“Why do I feel like this is a bad idea. My life is already over, right? So why do I feel like I'm... scared?”
“In fact, lets start right now. Do you have a name? Tsukaima sounds like it's just a race or a species or whatever you are. A made up word like that is the same thing as me calling you “ghost” all the time, or do you even care?”
Finally her voice had more conviction, but was it because she was actually challenging the creature... or because she was grasping for a name because it was a “personal” detail that would make the creature less alien to her?
It was a hasty apology that came almost as soon as her hand was done jerking back, Mirei had expected the creature to stay still and let her touch it slowly at her own pace... it seemed her caution was mistaken for an invitation, and she herself took the creature's obliging as something unexpected and possibly dangerous. The fact that she was wrong added even more to the shock in a strange way. The girl wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't to be able to so easily fling the creature way. For a moment she was almost afraid she had hurt it and briefly felt a small pang of guilt... before reminding herself that she had no idea what this thing actually was or what it wanted.
“It called itself a ghost. Ghosts are dangerous evil things. It's lucky I didn't try to crush it when it jumped at me like that. Then again... you can't really hurt a ghost, and it's definitely not something that you're supposed to trust... but it hasn't given me anything else to call it.”
She mentally pondered, somewhat relieved and somewhat even more on guard as the creature got up perfectly fine and seemingly unphazed by the tumble. Then, as if reading her mind (or maybe just the expression on her face) the creature gave her another name.
“Tsu...kaima?”
It was a tantalizing bit of information, if only because it was the first solid piece of information the creature had surrendered so far. Somehow that word seemed significant... important. But no matter how many time Mirei turned the phrase over in her mind, she couldn't remember ever hearing it before, couldn't figure out what it might mean. Unfortunately the creature seemed only to tease her ignorance with the way it claimed it's half-false answers were "easier to understand", giving her no additional real answers and giving her little time to ponder it over before flying off and beckoning her to follow.
Had the girl had a clearer mind or more life experience, she might have recognized the hook she had been baited with... and the promise of more answers if she played along. Somewhere in the back of her mind she probably DID realize what was happening... or at the very least some part of her mind was creeped out by the creature's sudden switches between seriousness and unnatural ("forced?") smiles and attempts to seem courteous and put her at ease. The last part wasn't working... but her curiosity was strong enough to keep her going anyway, albeit still cautious and on-guard.
“I don't need to do anything, this is still my house and you're the one trespassing. You should be doing what I say!”
Mirei answered back trying to sound determined, but her voice faltered a bit. She was not bargaining from a position of power here, and if she drove the creature to leave she would never get to satisfy her curiosity... or possibly worse if it really COULD help her.
“It wasn't wrong when it knew I had a problem... it's not something anything should be able to help with. But this thing, this “Tsukaima”, it shouldn't exist either...”
Reluctantly she found herself following the creature, despite half her mind telling her none of this was real, and if it was real it was something she shouldn't be messing around with.
“Fine... I'll come see whatever you want to show me. Just this time though, you're not going to yank me around all night if you don't start giving me some better answers.”
Again her voice faltered a little towards the end.
“Why do I feel like this is a bad idea. My life is already over, right? So why do I feel like I'm... scared?”
“In fact, lets start right now. Do you have a name? Tsukaima sounds like it's just a race or a species or whatever you are. A made up word like that is the same thing as me calling you “ghost” all the time, or do you even care?”
Finally her voice had more conviction, but was it because she was actually challenging the creature... or because she was grasping for a name because it was a “personal” detail that would make the creature less alien to her?
- Spoiler:
- Mirei Makona
Resolve: 18/18
Wounds: 0/4
Status Effects: None
Charm: 4/4
Insight: 5/5
Tenacity: 5/5
Magic (Support): 5/5
Heart (Defense): 8/8
Fury (Attack): 5/5
Magic Overcharge: 0/10
Heart Overcharge: 0/10
Fury Overcharge: 0/10
Oblivion Seeds: 9999999LOLOLOLROFLCOPTER/13
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The bat was clearly pleased to see Mirei exit from her bedroom to come find it in the eerie silence of the hall. Its tiny smile was probably smug, even, though it's hard to tell on a bat. It mostly ignored her assertions, humming softly to itself as it slowly glided her through the house. It stopped short of the kitchen, though, and settled momentarily on a table next to the wall.
"You can call me... Mori. Although, you can call me something else, too. I have been called... many things. Now," Mori's tone changed from conversational to deadly serious, "pick me up and place me on your shoulder." He gave a smirk, "If I were to do it myself... I'd just land in your hair."
Next to Mirei's ear, the tiny bat flared its wings momentarily and then furled them again. It whispered, "I want you to... peer around the corner there. Into the kitchen. That's right... careful now! Only watch." Mori's voice sounded almost gleeful-- no, more like, impressed. Reverent.
Only a thin wall separated the girl and the ghost from a comfortable kitchen, with vinyl floors and white granite counter tops that rather matched Mori's fur. On the stove was a lidded copper pot-- which Mirei had never seen before-- jittering around on the stovetop. Whatever was inside it was apparently at such a violent rolling boil that it shook the whole container, which should have come with a clanging that cut through the dead silence of the house. From under the lid, a oozing glob of thick, black ink boiled out and down the side of the pot, and pooled around the base. More and more boiled out, coming up faster and faster, until it began to run off the stove and down the front of the oven and a viscous mess on the floor. It began to make a pile of itself, like cooling magma on the previously-mopped floor.
The bat gestured a yellow and black wing, "Your problem. Though you aren't seeing it... completely, as I see it." Mori breathed. "And don't go in there," he said quickly, "but if you do, be very careful... it's hot."
"You can call me... Mori. Although, you can call me something else, too. I have been called... many things. Now," Mori's tone changed from conversational to deadly serious, "pick me up and place me on your shoulder." He gave a smirk, "If I were to do it myself... I'd just land in your hair."
Next to Mirei's ear, the tiny bat flared its wings momentarily and then furled them again. It whispered, "I want you to... peer around the corner there. Into the kitchen. That's right... careful now! Only watch." Mori's voice sounded almost gleeful-- no, more like, impressed. Reverent.
Only a thin wall separated the girl and the ghost from a comfortable kitchen, with vinyl floors and white granite counter tops that rather matched Mori's fur. On the stove was a lidded copper pot-- which Mirei had never seen before-- jittering around on the stovetop. Whatever was inside it was apparently at such a violent rolling boil that it shook the whole container, which should have come with a clanging that cut through the dead silence of the house. From under the lid, a oozing glob of thick, black ink boiled out and down the side of the pot, and pooled around the base. More and more boiled out, coming up faster and faster, until it began to run off the stove and down the front of the oven and a viscous mess on the floor. It began to make a pile of itself, like cooling magma on the previously-mopped floor.
The bat gestured a yellow and black wing, "Your problem. Though you aren't seeing it... completely, as I see it." Mori breathed. "And don't go in there," he said quickly, "but if you do, be very careful... it's hot."
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“You're telling me a talking bat-ghost-“tsukaima”-thing can only fly as clumsily as a real bat?”
Mirei made a face at the creature's request to pick it up... but bit her tongue and obliged. After all, the creature had given her a name now. Picking it up was a fair trade. Besides there was something else keeping her quiet now... a weird sort of tension in the air, like she had felt back in her room earlier. Putting a bat somewhere where it could bite her in the neck like a vampire might have been dangerous... but something about breaking the silence that had fallen felt even more dangerous.
“What the...?”
Mirei wasn't sure if she had whispered the words or thought them. It was only now she started to realize the silence she had been hiding in was unnatural. It wasn't just the pot that should have been making noise... she could no longer hear the rain outside, or even her own breathing. Only Mori's voice seemed to cut through the silence, and something about that seemed different than actual sound. Trying to make actual sound herself felt like it would... alert something to her presence. Although maybe it was already too late for that now. The pot of inky black SOMETHING was clearly performing some kind of action now. Congealing... forming. Mirei didn't need Mori's advice to stay away, in fact now she fought even to get her body to take a step back.
“I'm still asleep and dreaming this... right? I have to be...”
It was an unconvincing lie. Mirei wasn't asleep and she knew it. Her heart was beating too hard now, the adrenaline and fear she felt were making everything feel all too real. The tense atmosphere had changed to a veritable aura now. She could feel it physically... whatever “it” was, and her body didn't like it. It wasn't just silence now, it felt like something was trying to snuff her out completely... or drown her back under the weight whatever spell she had “woken up from” not too long ago. This was not a dream, the time to act was now.
“AIIIEEEEYYYYYY!”
The scream was loud enough to break whatever veil of silence was muffling out all the other noises. Mirei wasn't sure why she had screamed...whether it was to subconsciously break the strangeness and convince herself that she was still alive or to surprise and “stun” whatever wanted things quiet... but that didn't matter right now. As soon as the scream had escaped her lungs, she had already turned to run. No thought, no pausing to look back, just sheer adrenaline and instinct telling her to get away from this THING. Within seconds she had bolted away from the kitchen, knocking over a table and lamp along the way, and flew straight out the front door and into the night.
It was still wet outside, still raining actually. Almost as soon as Mirei had hit the hill that her house sat on, the wet glass slicked under her bare feet and she stumbled and fell. It would take more than some water and a little mud on her nightgown to stop her panic though. She scrambled back to her feet immediately and kept running.
“It's dark! In this rain that thing can't follow me, right?!? No! What if I'm wrong?! What if being out in the open makes me even easier to catch?!”
Her panicked mind needed to get in somewhere fast, but this was towards the outskirts of town and the other houses, while visible, were still a short jog away. Too far to run before that thing might come out looking for her. Instead she adjusted her fleeing towards an old storage shed a little ways down the hill, barreling in and slamming the door's barricade bar down behind her, gasping for breath and praying she hadn't been seen.
It was quiet in the shed... or rather, it WASN'T quiet. The sound of rain had come back, and whatever “aura” Mirei had felt earlier was gone. She hadn't been followed or chased. Not that it meant an end to her problems. She was still wet and shivering and in hiding... and all alone.
“Mori?! Mori where are you?!”
She wasn't sure why she had called for Mori. That “tsukaima" had caused all this! Gotten her in this trouble in the first place! Still... she hadn't kept track of him as she fled. Maybe it wasn't Mori's fault at all, maybe he really was trying to help, after all he had warned her not to get too close to whatever that was in the house. At any rate, she'd rather have him around now than be alone, a fact her fearful tone made obvious.
“You followed me, didn't you?! said you were here to help me, right?! So don't leave me here by myself!”
Her eyes scanned around as they adjusted to the dark and she felt around for the switch to the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, but so far nothing.
“Oh God... I didn't... you're still alive? Aren't... you?”
Her tone started to choke apart as the idea that maybe Mori hadn't kept up with her... that her unexpected scream and quick fleeing had gotten him attacked when he failed to keep up with her. She wasn't sure what Mori was or what a Tsukaima was... but even if it was just some kind of animal, it didn't deserve to be left with something like that, did it?
The pangs of guilt were too much on top of the fear and exhaustion and wet cold, and Mirei found herself collapsing and curling up against the wall in one of the corners of the shed, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to make sense of any of this.
Mirei made a face at the creature's request to pick it up... but bit her tongue and obliged. After all, the creature had given her a name now. Picking it up was a fair trade. Besides there was something else keeping her quiet now... a weird sort of tension in the air, like she had felt back in her room earlier. Putting a bat somewhere where it could bite her in the neck like a vampire might have been dangerous... but something about breaking the silence that had fallen felt even more dangerous.
“What the...?”
Mirei wasn't sure if she had whispered the words or thought them. It was only now she started to realize the silence she had been hiding in was unnatural. It wasn't just the pot that should have been making noise... she could no longer hear the rain outside, or even her own breathing. Only Mori's voice seemed to cut through the silence, and something about that seemed different than actual sound. Trying to make actual sound herself felt like it would... alert something to her presence. Although maybe it was already too late for that now. The pot of inky black SOMETHING was clearly performing some kind of action now. Congealing... forming. Mirei didn't need Mori's advice to stay away, in fact now she fought even to get her body to take a step back.
“I'm still asleep and dreaming this... right? I have to be...”
It was an unconvincing lie. Mirei wasn't asleep and she knew it. Her heart was beating too hard now, the adrenaline and fear she felt were making everything feel all too real. The tense atmosphere had changed to a veritable aura now. She could feel it physically... whatever “it” was, and her body didn't like it. It wasn't just silence now, it felt like something was trying to snuff her out completely... or drown her back under the weight whatever spell she had “woken up from” not too long ago. This was not a dream, the time to act was now.
“AIIIEEEEYYYYYY!”
The scream was loud enough to break whatever veil of silence was muffling out all the other noises. Mirei wasn't sure why she had screamed...whether it was to subconsciously break the strangeness and convince herself that she was still alive or to surprise and “stun” whatever wanted things quiet... but that didn't matter right now. As soon as the scream had escaped her lungs, she had already turned to run. No thought, no pausing to look back, just sheer adrenaline and instinct telling her to get away from this THING. Within seconds she had bolted away from the kitchen, knocking over a table and lamp along the way, and flew straight out the front door and into the night.
It was still wet outside, still raining actually. Almost as soon as Mirei had hit the hill that her house sat on, the wet glass slicked under her bare feet and she stumbled and fell. It would take more than some water and a little mud on her nightgown to stop her panic though. She scrambled back to her feet immediately and kept running.
“It's dark! In this rain that thing can't follow me, right?!? No! What if I'm wrong?! What if being out in the open makes me even easier to catch?!”
Her panicked mind needed to get in somewhere fast, but this was towards the outskirts of town and the other houses, while visible, were still a short jog away. Too far to run before that thing might come out looking for her. Instead she adjusted her fleeing towards an old storage shed a little ways down the hill, barreling in and slamming the door's barricade bar down behind her, gasping for breath and praying she hadn't been seen.
It was quiet in the shed... or rather, it WASN'T quiet. The sound of rain had come back, and whatever “aura” Mirei had felt earlier was gone. She hadn't been followed or chased. Not that it meant an end to her problems. She was still wet and shivering and in hiding... and all alone.
“Mori?! Mori where are you?!”
She wasn't sure why she had called for Mori. That “tsukaima" had caused all this! Gotten her in this trouble in the first place! Still... she hadn't kept track of him as she fled. Maybe it wasn't Mori's fault at all, maybe he really was trying to help, after all he had warned her not to get too close to whatever that was in the house. At any rate, she'd rather have him around now than be alone, a fact her fearful tone made obvious.
“You followed me, didn't you?! said you were here to help me, right?! So don't leave me here by myself!”
Her eyes scanned around as they adjusted to the dark and she felt around for the switch to the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, but so far nothing.
“Oh God... I didn't... you're still alive? Aren't... you?”
Her tone started to choke apart as the idea that maybe Mori hadn't kept up with her... that her unexpected scream and quick fleeing had gotten him attacked when he failed to keep up with her. She wasn't sure what Mori was or what a Tsukaima was... but even if it was just some kind of animal, it didn't deserve to be left with something like that, did it?
The pangs of guilt were too much on top of the fear and exhaustion and wet cold, and Mirei found herself collapsing and curling up against the wall in one of the corners of the shed, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to make sense of any of this.
- Spoiler:
- Mirei Makona
Resolve: 18/18
Wounds: 0/4
Status Effects: None
Charm: 4/4
Insight: 5/5
Tenacity: 5/5
Magic (Support): 5/5
Heart (Defense): 8/8
Fury (Attack): 5/5
Magic Overcharge: 0/10
Heart Overcharge: 0/10
Fury Overcharge: 0/10
Oblivion Seeds: Mirei is a scared little girl lul/13
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Join date : 2015-01-23
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