Clumsy Time Exorcist

clocksandcuts:

Finally she managed to pull herself from her daze. She opened her eyes halfway against the seemingly bright white of the Ark. The offer of water was a promising one, and she opened her mouth to softly murmur, “Wa… ter…” Her lips were dry and cracked, and they stuck to one another as she tried to talk. Her body felt odd. It was as if a large amount of weight were gone. She felt lighter. The memories of Wrathra still clung to traces of their past host, and his hefty size left the memories slowing to adapt to their new host.

She was awake enough by the time he questioned her for a name to squeeze her eyes closed and thing. Wrathra didn’t feel right. It felt like there should be another name, a different name. She desperately thought to the extent of her memories. Some vivid ones stuck out, knives, or were they nails?, sticking her hands to wood and glass. Ticking, soft ticking. A needle in her fingers, carefully stitching tears in clothing and toys. Other memories fought against those, though. Electricity, blood, pain. She squeezed her eyes closed and herded her thoughts back to the small, slender hands that seemed to work in the first Memories she recalled. Slowly a name seemed to surface. Memories of it being called. “Mir… miranda…”

Tyki awaited for a reply. When the girl uttered out the single word, he got up, spun on his heels, and headed to the sink the area. He grabbed a paper cup and filled the cup with cold water, coming back to the other and handed it to her. “We have water bottles, but they’re in the main buildings. This is just the medical building,” he explained.

A light tap echoed in the air, from Tyki tapping his foot on the solid hard floor. His arms crossing and finger drumming on his arm. “Miranda huh? Seems like you haven’t been completely swallowed if you remember your name,” he mused. “Do you think you can walk? You can have Skinn’s old room… He was the previous Wrathra before you,” the man explained. “The room is bare, so you can decorate it however you like.”

#;;the cute clutz #thenoahfamily #noah!miranda

Miranda’s hands moved with a light uncertainty. Her body still fought with those traces of memories and her fingers felt as if they should hold far more strength than they did. Her first attempt to take the cup nearly let it slip from her hands, but slowly she adjusted her grip accordingly until she held the cup steadily. She meant to take a small sip, but she couldn’t stop herself from drinking all of the water in a single desperate gulp. Her mouth was so dry that it hurt and the water felt welcome and cool when it reached her stomach. She looked helplessly at the empty cup and back to him. She held the cup out, accidentally interrupting him with a soft, “May I have more...?” She couldn’t focus on his words. Her thoughts were still single track and sluggish, and so many of his comments and questions went unanswered in favor of her own meek question.

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clocksandcuts:

Miranda’s body was light from roughly a week in her room. She had isolated herself from the others when she began to snap and grow agitated too easily. Over that week she had been in and out of consciousness and not aware enough to get food. Were it not for her new Noah genes she likely would have died of dehydration. Still, there was a toll on her body, and his hand was met only with a groan and a turn of her head away from his hand.

Her awareness was just barely coming back, but her thoughts were scrambled. The voice was New, the name was an odd mix of New and familiar. Something she had perhaps forgotten? The same could be said for the feeling that her surroundings gave her. She was certain of one thing though, there was no more pain to her head. Despite dried blood on her face from where stigmatas had etched themselves into her skin, not a trace of the pain she had felt before remained.

Tyki watched as the girl groaned and turned her head away from his hand. He was kneeling besides her. “Come on. Get up. You need to eat and drink. I will shake you awake if I have to,” he said in a light snap. Hopefully this new Wrathra host wouldn’t be as violent as sweet tooth or obsess about sweets. He would make sure the Road kept it away from her.

“Do you have any other name? You might be like me and remember who you are… Just being a host and not succumb to your inner Noah like others…”

#;;the cute clutz #thenoahfamily #noah!miranda

Finally she managed to pull herself from her daze. She opened her eyes halfway against the seemingly bright white of the Ark. The offer of water was a promising one, and she opened her mouth to softly murmur, “Wa… ter…” Her lips were dry and cracked, and they stuck to one another as she tried to talk. Her body felt odd. It was as if a large amount of weight were gone. She felt lighter. The memories of Wrathra still clung to traces of their past host, and his hefty size left the memories slowing to adapt to their new host.

She was awake enough by the time he questioned her for a name to squeeze her eyes closed and thing. Wrathra didn’t feel right. It felt like there should be another name, a different name. She desperately thought to the extent of her memories. Some vivid ones stuck out, knives, or were they nails?, sticking her hands to wood and glass. Ticking, soft ticking. A needle in her fingers, carefully stitching tears in clothing and toys. Other memories fought against those, though. Electricity, blood, pain. She squeezed her eyes closed and herded her thoughts back to the small, slender hands that seemed to work in the first Memories she recalled. Slowly a name seemed to surface. Memories of it being called. “Mir… miranda…”

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#;;the cute clutz #thenoahfamily

Mmm cont.

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“You were not supposed to know about this...”

(My goat children are okay! We took them to the vet, they have mild umbilical infections that spread to their joints, explaining the swelling and refusal to use. They’re on a round of antibiotics, they got a shot to boost their immune systems since they apparently didn’t get enough cholostrem, and within a few days we should see them using their legs more! We’re not sure why the brown headed one (now named Alfie) is having so much more trouble getting milk from the bottles than his brother (Bugsy), the vet just said he seems to have a weaker suckle and suggested we get larger bottle nipples for him.)

#;;mother of reptiles speaking

clocksandcuts:

His disbelief stung to some extent. She had always thought that no matter what he cared enough about her to hold some recollection. Her thoughts zoned to fears and anxieties, and his words seemed to be lost to her. She just stared past him, her lip trembling and her hands clenching and unclenching as she fought back tears. He had just finished talking when it seemed all that had happened since he returned home caught up with her. One moment, she was aware of being up and on her feet. The next her cheek was pressed snuggly to the floor and her body was sprawled on the hallway closet. She didn’t quite remember losing consciousness, but for a few moments she had. By that point, she saw no reason to attempt to hold back her tears, and she collapsed into heartbroken sobs.

Tyki was watching Miranda for a moment. Scratching the back of his head. He felt a little awkward in this silence. But before he knew it, the woman collapsed onto the floor into a sobbing fit.

“O-oi! No need for the water works! I said I’ll give you a chance! I can understand if I left you would cry, but I mean, I’m trying to regain my supposed lost memories?”

Tyki slowly approached Miranda, crouching onto the floor and gently embraced her. “Miranda was it? i think it’s best if we sleep in the same bed… You don’t have to sleep on the couch. I do want to try and regain my memories.”

#;;the cute clutz #thenoahfamily

She knew she was being unreasonable, but her chest physically hurt from how much it hurt to know that it was possible for him to forget about her. Try as she might, though, the tears kept coming. She blubbered our a teary apology. Her crying only calmed to soft sniffles and tears when he hugged her. At first she just let him hug her numbly, but after a moment she slowly reached her arms around him.

“I-I’m sorry… I… I have not been very stable emotionally as of late…” her words were interrupted by soft sniffles and little cries that she managed to subdue. “Thank you… for giving me a chance…” She squeezed her eyes closed and let her forehead rest against his chest. “I’ll try to be less emotional…”

A New Member of the Family (closed starter)

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It had started slowly, shortly after a mission. A light ache behind her eyes that she attributed to the hours she had spent awake. After sleeping, though, it hadn’t lessened. The achy pressure was stronger and seemed to radiate to the back of her head as well. It only went downhill from there. Her mood began to change. Her previous eternal patience turned into a short temper that led to her snapping at people and lashing out, even at Lenalee. All of this happened in a matter of days, and Miranda’s best solution, when no pain medication seemed to help, was to retreat to her room. She lost track of the days she spent in her room. The headache has evolved into a stabbing pain that spiked through her forehead and made her want to scream, to try and lessen the sharp pain she felt. Eventually, the pain itself caused her to black out. There was no respite for her, even in sleep. Images and what seemed like memories of countless other people washed through her mind. They were dark, bloody, rageful events. Murder, massacre, betrayal, death. She no longer knew in the, few moments when she vaguely awoke, if she had really never killed anyone. The memories seemed to merge with hers and blue them out. Finally, after days on end of pain, she blacked out.

Of the current Noah, the one sent to fetch her was Tyki. There was to be no conflict, just sneak in, get their new sister, and sneak out.

Tyki had a mission, bring back the newest member of the Noah family, Wrathra. He knew he couldn’t really kill anyone, this was in the middle of the Order. Killing someone would certainly bring trouble. Though, he might need to SNAP a few necks. A silent death, quick and painless so no screams could be heard.

He slowly drew to the building where people slept. Going inside each room, phasing through the walls. Anyone who noticed him, died. Which were just finders. Finally, he reached his destination. He watched the girl on the bed, passed out. He silently picked up the body and summoned a dark portal underneath him. Slowly sinking inside. Only to pop out in the ark. He set the woman down and patted her on the cheek. “Oi, Wrathra, welcome back. Wake up..”

#;;the cute clutz #thenoahfamily #noah!miranda

Miranda’s body was light from roughly a week in her room. She had isolated herself from the others when she began to snap and grow agitated too easily. Over that week she had been in and out of consciousness and not aware enough to get food. Were it not for her new Noah genes she likely would have died of dehydration. Still, there was a toll on her body, and his hand was met only with a groan and a turn of her head away from his hand.

Her awareness was just barely coming back, but her thoughts were scrambled. The voice was New, the name was an odd mix of New and familiar. Something she had perhaps forgotten? The same could be said for the feeling that her surroundings gave her. She was certain of one thing though, there was no more pain to her head. Despite dried blood on her face from where stigmatas had etched themselves into her skin, not a trace of the pain she had felt before remained.

icouldbemoreclever

fucking Tyki Mikk is at it again……

candy-crackpot

I have no idea what’s the context but I wholeheartedly agree

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clocksandcuts:

Miranda figured that Tyki must remember the others, so she didn’t show him Road’s room. She hoped, at least, that he remembered the others. Maybe they could help him remember her if he did.

“I-I’m only a few months along… b-but Yes, we are going to have a baby…” She murmured softly. She was beginning to tear up again and she blinked desperately to force the tears away. She took a long, slow breath to calm herself before looking to the picture he was referring to. At the realization that he didn’t even remember the rest of the Noah, her heart sank. “Those… those are your niece, nephew, and brother…” She did not think she could handle explaining the Noah and the war at the moment. She would leave that to the Earl.

“Oh, I see… I still find it hard to believe.. But y’know, whatever,” he said with a shrug. He noticed her tears, but didn’t say anything. He felt sort of bad. How she was feeling. The sorrow was rolling off of her. Desperation.

Tyki shook his head, “Don’t know them,” he sighed. “But that doesn’t really matter to me.. Honestly, I just want to go back to my friends, Crack, Momo, And Eeez.. But I promised I would give you a chance.” Tyki closed his eyes for a moment. “If I can’t recover my memories. I will even give you a chance to let me fall in love with you again… How does that sound? Sounds fair, yeah?”

#;;the cute clutz #thenoahfamily #pregnancy mention #(he might have broke her)

His disbelief stung to some extent. She had always thought that no matter what he cared enough about her to hold some recollection. Her thoughts zoned to fears and anxieties, and his words seemed to be lost to her. She just stared past him, her lip trembling and her hands clenching and unclenching as she fought back tears. He had just finished talking when it seemed all that had happened since he returned home caught up with her. One moment, she was aware of being up and on her feet. The next her cheek was pressed snuggly to the floor and her body was sprawled on the hallway closet. She didn’t quite remember losing consciousness, but for a few moments she had. By that point, she saw no reason to attempt to hold back her tears, and she collapsed into heartbroken sobs.

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foundedonalight

Dodged a bullet there. “No it’s okay, it happens to all of us. Some more than others.” He shrugged with a grin.

#;;the cute clutz #foundedonalight

“Really…?” Her expression was still one of defeat. “I haven’t seen nearly any of the others mess up even half as much as I do…” her shoulders slumped once more and her lips curved into a frown.

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clocksandcuts:

Miranda was sensitive about the subject, but in this situation she did not fear criticism or mocking. She could tell the other would not do something like that without a reason to.

“I have bandages and a few medical supplies in my room, we could go there,” she offered gently. She tried to give the younger girl a hint of a reassuring smile but she found her lips not doing much in the way of smiling. It made her sad to see someone else hurt themselves like that.

“I guess that’ll be alright.” She has questions about how far the room is from their current position, but they remain unasked. The longer they’re out in the open, the more likely someone else would come and ask what was going on. But if that’s the concern, better to start moving now than later.

“Let’s go, then.” She says, putting a smile on her face. It’s pretty much the default one she gives to every random person she passes in the halls, but it’s usually convincing enough.

#;;the cute clutz #meaveeshrim

Miranda could see the falseness in her smile but made almost no sign of it. Everyone had reasons for wearing the masks that they did, and if they weren’t harming themselves further by doing so she had no right to pry. She moved along at a courteously swift pace, figuring the other woman did not want to be seen with a bloodied hand. She opened the door to her room and stepped aside to let the other in first. When they were both in the room she went to a small chest on the desk beside her bed and rummaged through it for a moment. She pulled out some rolls of gauze, a few alcohol wipes, a few gauze pads, and some facial tissues to take care of her hand.

Awkwardly, she motioned to her bed. “You can sit there, or in the chair here.”

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“He’ll never forget her” looks at that one thread, oops

((I was thinking that when I did that… but like, he won’t forever forget her. Don’t worry Miranda, he’ll remember you eventually.