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And make Mokuren the team leader? Bad idea, bad idea xD
Mokuren would make a great team leader!
Mokuren tried her best not to melt, but it was hard. The gaze, was not unfriendly, and she wasn't brushed off without a care. But then, when Skyra made a comment about smelling bad, Moku lept into action.
"No! nonono! You...you, smell, good, actually. Nice" She blurted out, and then simply stood, waiting for the fallout to burn her to a cinder and leave nothing left but boots. Why boots, she didn't know, but they always seemed to survive, even when the feet inside them had been vaporized.
"No! nonono! You...you, smell, good, actually. Nice" She blurted out, and then simply stood, waiting for the fallout to burn her to a cinder and leave nothing left but boots. Why boots, she didn't know, but they always seemed to survive, even when the feet inside them had been vaporized.
I guess I fit in there. Since Mokuren is Japanese, means Magnolia.
*sigh* Do I detect another character having feelings for another "just cause"? You guys have no lead up whatsoever xD
As Death would say, it is 'Narrative Causaility' that makes Skyra's scent so attractive to Mokuren. Or though, logically, Mokuren has never really been in the precense of Skyra, so she never got a good sniff.
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The Kitsune planted a sudden, unexpected kiss on Emily's cheek, and then floated away, giggling to itself. They where always mischivious buggers, and the more tails, the more mischief.
"Well, I think I know what you want me for, but, I want you for something as well" She exclaimed, gliding around on some unseen seat, so Emily had to turn to keep her in her vision a lot.
"What do you require? Other than a whole village, and my Empyrean?" Emily asked, rather snappishly, but not to disrespectful.
"Ohh, that was just to get my attention, and you know it. I, want something fun. Kitsunes are physical, unlike most spirits, but we can't stay long in this world, again unlike spirits. But I am young, and adventerious, and can't pass up a new realm for mystery and exploration. So-" The kitsune was cut off by Emily, who had clocked where she was going.
"You want to be hosted. Well, I am not sure I can help. I already have three spirits, and I don't know how much more my body could take before folding in on itself". The Kitsune pouted from being interupted, but it was a playful pout.
"Ohh, I can handle that dear. I'll not take up much room, and keep a lock on my door" She teased. "Or, I could just go back, and give you you little riddle to chew on, either way". Emily thought for a few moments, and then sighed.
"Fine. I don't know how Kits-" Half way through her sentence, Emily was cut off by the Kitsune, probably in revenge, as it dove into her, flesh turning ethereal, and melding with her soul, setting up shop inside her and making some tweeks, by her very nature. One of them tweeks was very obvious, as a pair of foxy ears popped up from her skull. "Ears?!" Emily exclaimed, reaching up to grab them, almost to comfirm their existance. They felt nice, so she let them stay.
'Ohh, before I forget- ' the Kitsune's voice rang in Emily's head, already settled into her room ' - The Smallest sit on His Throne, and use His Blood for their own ends. That's what you came to get in the first place, no?'
Emily knew the riddle was going to be riddly, it wouldn't do for everyone to figure it out so easily, but still, it wasn't making things easy in any shade.
"Well, I think I know what you want me for, but, I want you for something as well" She exclaimed, gliding around on some unseen seat, so Emily had to turn to keep her in her vision a lot.
"What do you require? Other than a whole village, and my Empyrean?" Emily asked, rather snappishly, but not to disrespectful.
"Ohh, that was just to get my attention, and you know it. I, want something fun. Kitsunes are physical, unlike most spirits, but we can't stay long in this world, again unlike spirits. But I am young, and adventerious, and can't pass up a new realm for mystery and exploration. So-" The kitsune was cut off by Emily, who had clocked where she was going.
"You want to be hosted. Well, I am not sure I can help. I already have three spirits, and I don't know how much more my body could take before folding in on itself". The Kitsune pouted from being interupted, but it was a playful pout.
"Ohh, I can handle that dear. I'll not take up much room, and keep a lock on my door" She teased. "Or, I could just go back, and give you you little riddle to chew on, either way". Emily thought for a few moments, and then sighed.
"Fine. I don't know how Kits-" Half way through her sentence, Emily was cut off by the Kitsune, probably in revenge, as it dove into her, flesh turning ethereal, and melding with her soul, setting up shop inside her and making some tweeks, by her very nature. One of them tweeks was very obvious, as a pair of foxy ears popped up from her skull. "Ears?!" Emily exclaimed, reaching up to grab them, almost to comfirm their existance. They felt nice, so she let them stay.
'Ohh, before I forget- ' the Kitsune's voice rang in Emily's head, already settled into her room ' - The Smallest sit on His Throne, and use His Blood for their own ends. That's what you came to get in the first place, no?'
Emily knew the riddle was going to be riddly, it wouldn't do for everyone to figure it out so easily, but still, it wasn't making things easy in any shade.
Mokuren stood stock still as the woman - Skyra, she introduced herself as - asked if she was alright. And stepped back, which was a welcome relief. As much as she loved the sccent of her, it was to much to be touching so soon.
"I....Mokuren" she managed, still locking down her legs so they couldn't hope to move, and thus not hope to flee. She was small, smaller than Mokuren had expected this scent to be attached to. But, She didn't care. The only problem would be how awkward it would be to explain why she was like this. Espeically since Mokuren herself didn't know.
"I....Mokuren" she managed, still locking down her legs so they couldn't hope to move, and thus not hope to flee. She was small, smaller than Mokuren had expected this scent to be attached to. But, She didn't care. The only problem would be how awkward it would be to explain why she was like this. Espeically since Mokuren herself didn't know.
Mokuren was spotted! How could this happen! Such a terrible happening made her oblivious to the arrival of Dimond - even though she had no rivalry with the girl, and didn't even really regocnize her - but it seemed the woman didn't mind to much about being seen. She even bent over and displaced her rump, as if teasing.
And then, just as Mokuren was trying to put two and two together and not come out with eighteen, the woman - a cat, it looked like from Mokuren's perspective - she started to speak, and then even put a hand on her shoulder. Mokuren turned bright red, like a beetroot, and started babbling incoherently. Fleeing started to sound like a great idea right now.
And then, just as Mokuren was trying to put two and two together and not come out with eighteen, the woman - a cat, it looked like from Mokuren's perspective - she started to speak, and then even put a hand on her shoulder. Mokuren turned bright red, like a beetroot, and started babbling incoherently. Fleeing started to sound like a great idea right now.
Mokuren had woken early as she always did - sleep didn't like her, and the feeling was mutual - and was simply milling around. She had showered, and gotten dressed, picked up her sword and wandered, tail swishing behind her from habit of not really caring what it did. Maybe one day she would, but not to day.
On the topic of what she was going to do, there was nothing in her mind right now. Maybe she should train, become stronger, quicker, faster. But a much larger thought was why Grimm dissolved. It was like their blood was made of acid, and reacted with being stabbed. But then, why did they dissolve when being shot? It was an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a cardigan, and tormented the poor fox girl so much that she was stopped dead by a certain scent that invaded her nose. It was a new scent, a nice scent. A Good Scent. Mokuren shuddered at the sudden onslaught of this new smell. There was something so strange about it, something she hadn't felt in such a long time, but by a different name, a different flavour. She felt every hair stand on end, and her feet moved before she even knew what they where doing.
These feet led her to the gym, with little subtly to her movements before she managed to regain control of them, and stare at the people in front of her. Her eyes quickly honed in on their target however, and it would be quite obvious who she was staring at, but she just could not help it. She was frozen with some new feeling that she could barely comprehend, and so stood like a gormless, sword wielding fox-faunus in the middle of the gym.
On the topic of what she was going to do, there was nothing in her mind right now. Maybe she should train, become stronger, quicker, faster. But a much larger thought was why Grimm dissolved. It was like their blood was made of acid, and reacted with being stabbed. But then, why did they dissolve when being shot? It was an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a cardigan, and tormented the poor fox girl so much that she was stopped dead by a certain scent that invaded her nose. It was a new scent, a nice scent. A Good Scent. Mokuren shuddered at the sudden onslaught of this new smell. There was something so strange about it, something she hadn't felt in such a long time, but by a different name, a different flavour. She felt every hair stand on end, and her feet moved before she even knew what they where doing.
These feet led her to the gym, with little subtly to her movements before she managed to regain control of them, and stare at the people in front of her. Her eyes quickly honed in on their target however, and it would be quite obvious who she was staring at, but she just could not help it. She was frozen with some new feeling that she could barely comprehend, and so stood like a gormless, sword wielding fox-faunus in the middle of the gym.
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