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I was just working on a CS and I accidently closed the tab ;A; dammit.
I can't wait to see how Katashi handles Morgan X3
Morgan had been about to say something to Mae, mostly to question her inability of speech, when the voice that could only belong to a crone among crones beckoned to them. With a quizzical glance at the open doors, the tug of her body drew her into the space; taking away the freedom of really understanding her surroundings. She yelped as she and the other children were brought into the room. She struggled to dig her heels into the lush carpets and fight the force which held her like she would once hold her rag dolls as a toddler. It was due to her struggling to resist this tug that when the children and her came to a sudden stop, she was launched forward.
Morgan tumbled over the carpet, bonking herself in the head. Grumbling, she sat up and rubbed her sore cranium only to bear witness to what had to be the most ugly woman she had ever seen in her entire life. Looking from where she sat on the rug, her face contorted into a mixture of disgust and disdain. Yuck. What kind of hag had wrinkles like that? Not to mention the unflattering lighting bouncing between the piles of gold in her eccentric and tacky decorations and onto her face. The Crone really was despicable in looks and Morgan had the slightest urge to giggle at her attempt at makeup application; clearly her desire to cover up her own demonicly impassioned face had been thwarted in a sad attempt to put on as much make-up as humanly possible. It was only made worse when the hag opened her mouth to ask them a question.
"Do you know why you are here? Do you want to ask me anything before we begin?" The hag croaked.
"Yeah!" Morgan exclaimed, bolting upright. She promptly rushed in front of all the children and balled her tiny fists, ready to fight. Her face was a bit red, but she'd seen her favorite anime characters battle crones worse than this before. She had to be brave, maybe she could take down this clear fiend and escape with the other kids. Though her childish mind did not comprehend her capability to actually defend, nor actually want to; she merely sought the glory of destroying the hag and helping the kids. "We're not going to 'BEGIN' anything! You're going to let us go home right now, you damn HAG!"
Morgan tumbled over the carpet, bonking herself in the head. Grumbling, she sat up and rubbed her sore cranium only to bear witness to what had to be the most ugly woman she had ever seen in her entire life. Looking from where she sat on the rug, her face contorted into a mixture of disgust and disdain. Yuck. What kind of hag had wrinkles like that? Not to mention the unflattering lighting bouncing between the piles of gold in her eccentric and tacky decorations and onto her face. The Crone really was despicable in looks and Morgan had the slightest urge to giggle at her attempt at makeup application; clearly her desire to cover up her own demonicly impassioned face had been thwarted in a sad attempt to put on as much make-up as humanly possible. It was only made worse when the hag opened her mouth to ask them a question.
"Do you know why you are here? Do you want to ask me anything before we begin?" The hag croaked.
"Yeah!" Morgan exclaimed, bolting upright. She promptly rushed in front of all the children and balled her tiny fists, ready to fight. Her face was a bit red, but she'd seen her favorite anime characters battle crones worse than this before. She had to be brave, maybe she could take down this clear fiend and escape with the other kids. Though her childish mind did not comprehend her capability to actually defend, nor actually want to; she merely sought the glory of destroying the hag and helping the kids. "We're not going to 'BEGIN' anything! You're going to let us go home right now, you damn HAG!"
all done with the vacation :3 sorry to keep everyone waiting
Morgan was steaming mad as she and the other children waited in front of the ornate passage for this Hag 'Lady Katashi' to ask them in. On her way in she had continuously shot venomous looks to Yoru-ahem-MASTER Yoru. The thought he had demanded they address him with such an honorific was enough to leave a bad taste in her mouth. In fact she'd been so concentrated on scowling and sticking her tongue out at Master Yorus backside that she hadn't taken care to notice the differences of the spirits from normal humans. She could see them from the corner of her eyes, naturally, but only the shape of their bodies more than their frog-esque features.
Why, even when Yoru had stopped and told the spirits not to say 'human,' or whatever, Morgan had only glared at Yoru with her nose wrinkled in snide distaste. She heard the words alright, but the meaning of them didn't register. The fact that they were surrounded by spirits, who apparently had their own ditaste of humans, was something she had caught but the fact had not sunk in. To make matters worse, the snobbish prick Yoru made them take off their shoes. What, did he think this was Japan? Yeah, it was pretty but it was no fancier than her dadddys house. (Of course it was, but Morgan could only focus on her arrogance.) When she was the last of the children to kick off her expensive and extremely comfortable shoes, Morgan walked without even so much as looking at Yoru. Her small arms folded, her brow furrowed and half stomping her way to the other children.
She simply had to share her childish frustration. Without taking much time to pick whom she would talk to, and without much care as to who would hear, she spoke in a hiss to the girl with the notepad.
"Man, what a dick!" She knew most kids didn't speak the way she did, but when she was among friends their language always took an unnecessary turn for the inappropriate phrases. With a huff and a sigh in relief that she could finally let out the steam, she only turned her head now to grumble under her breathe. "Now I'll never get my shoes back..."
She blinked then, as though realizing for the first time that there were kids her age here. She turned to the girl with the notepade and extended her hand out, showing off a toothy grin. "I'm Morgan. What's your name?"
Why, even when Yoru had stopped and told the spirits not to say 'human,' or whatever, Morgan had only glared at Yoru with her nose wrinkled in snide distaste. She heard the words alright, but the meaning of them didn't register. The fact that they were surrounded by spirits, who apparently had their own ditaste of humans, was something she had caught but the fact had not sunk in. To make matters worse, the snobbish prick Yoru made them take off their shoes. What, did he think this was Japan? Yeah, it was pretty but it was no fancier than her dadddys house. (Of course it was, but Morgan could only focus on her arrogance.) When she was the last of the children to kick off her expensive and extremely comfortable shoes, Morgan walked without even so much as looking at Yoru. Her small arms folded, her brow furrowed and half stomping her way to the other children.
She simply had to share her childish frustration. Without taking much time to pick whom she would talk to, and without much care as to who would hear, she spoke in a hiss to the girl with the notepad.
"Man, what a dick!" She knew most kids didn't speak the way she did, but when she was among friends their language always took an unnecessary turn for the inappropriate phrases. With a huff and a sigh in relief that she could finally let out the steam, she only turned her head now to grumble under her breathe. "Now I'll never get my shoes back..."
She blinked then, as though realizing for the first time that there were kids her age here. She turned to the girl with the notepade and extended her hand out, showing off a toothy grin. "I'm Morgan. What's your name?"
Zane620 said
Well currently all the arrancars are bad guys and are controlled by Kurisa, so I would ask him if you could make one.
Sure! I'll send him a pm ASAP! Thank you :D
'Scuse me -u- *sips tea* are you doing arrancars? I see that new types of characters come with your arcs, and I know a bit more about arrancars than I do actual Shinigami (I know, I tend to study or watch animes primarily for the bad guys just cause i find them fascinating and I'm sure thats strange but, eh.) but you have an awful long string of IC, and its hard to see what you may have gone through thus far. If I can't do an arrancar, then I'll do my best to fill out a form for a Shinigami.
The world came to her all at once.
It hadn't occurred to Morgan; the leaving the mansion in the wee hours of the morning, the sneaking out... Her mind had gone blank. There had been no draw, just... something telling her to simply be here. Now as the paper lanterns illuminated the space around her, with her back to a romantic view of an almost Japanese-like landscape, her gaze turned curious, panicked, and utterly confused. After she looked around quickly, she soon discovered that she was indeed not alone. A few other children stood nearby, whom she turned to with her arms akimbo.
"Okay!" She nearly shouted, her eyebrows furrowed into an unamused downward arrow. "What's the big idea?!" Her tone was, rightly so, accusatory. She suspected foul play but her childish mind did not comprehend that no child could have swayed her from her bed. Not that she minded being led into an open world, in fact she was itching to explore this pretty boat, but there was no way she'd let these other children think she was to be messed with. No way.
It hadn't occurred to Morgan; the leaving the mansion in the wee hours of the morning, the sneaking out... Her mind had gone blank. There had been no draw, just... something telling her to simply be here. Now as the paper lanterns illuminated the space around her, with her back to a romantic view of an almost Japanese-like landscape, her gaze turned curious, panicked, and utterly confused. After she looked around quickly, she soon discovered that she was indeed not alone. A few other children stood nearby, whom she turned to with her arms akimbo.
"Okay!" She nearly shouted, her eyebrows furrowed into an unamused downward arrow. "What's the big idea?!" Her tone was, rightly so, accusatory. She suspected foul play but her childish mind did not comprehend that no child could have swayed her from her bed. Not that she minded being led into an open world, in fact she was itching to explore this pretty boat, but there was no way she'd let these other children think she was to be messed with. No way.
Yes actually I mentioned that before o3o I wonder how a ferret spirit is that shapely then...
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