陽光

soles.

[hxssy]

it was not beyond even those brazen women who lacked a proper reaction in the case of mundane phenomena to allow her sword arms to fall limply to her sides, an act that was mimicked by both hinges of her bottom jaw. kainé found herself far from the center of the calamity, though not far enough to escape the mists of miasma and earth-shaking tremors. there were many thoughts to come to the halfling's mind, the first questioning the origin of the creature. was it a shade? in her weakened state, she was not stupid enough to find out.

  — ❀ { well, fuck. i value what damn life i've been given enough to not get near that thing.

race: vampire. class: blademaster. assimilation: phys -100%. mind - 87%.

[utatai-blog]

Twin Shadows [Hxssy]

[utatai-blog]

❀ Single eye met the fiery glower of the mirror imaged female. The sneer that graced her visage seemed to be taken by the spitting image as well. One could argue that Zero was moonlighting as this other person, ah, but a poor replica she was; her flower was incorrectly placed, hairstyles differed and those rosette hues were quite poignant, unable to be disregarded. There was also the added bonus of this simple ensemble not being the intoner’s choice garments, but alternates, until her usual attire was usable once more.

Yet here they were, squabbling over authenticity.  Given two indistinguishable items, one being real and the other a fake, arguing which was of greater value. When arguing for the superiority of the original, and perhaps even more that believe that ‘same’ means ‘equal’, few people even stop to consider the possibility that the fake is superior. In it’s quest to become the real thing, it triumphs over more obstacles than the original.

The approach made Zero’s chest swell, her back erect and metal appendage resting comfortably on her hip. While she never aimed to impress, she stood her ground to intimidate, and because there was a point of curiosity in finding someone to alike to herself in appearance. 

The mouthy comment which had prompted the initiation of their confrontation was met with the pale digits of the other hooking against the ribbon which held the light attire together. While perhaps not as shameless as Five, there was a part of Zero who cared little for the exhibitionism that was about to occur (and she could feel what little cloth there was sliding away from her well endowed chest.) It was the display of sheer dominance that would lead the utautai to retaliate. 

Moving that human hand that had been hung to her side, she looped her wrist around, dragonbone sword slashing upwards; aiming not for the hand or arm of this fake, but the black bow sash that held her own clothing together. If she managed to scrape flesh, it was merely an added bonus right now. ❀ "Most men would have to pay good money for something like this, and I don’t do women. But if youre so fucking persistent, Im sure there are other ways to make you pay! "

[hxssy]

that which was worth hiding was best hidden in a place an aggressor would never seek it. there was a philosophy behind that phrase one kainé had adopted quite flawlessly, almost seamlessly, given how easily it suited her current demeanor. it was an easy thought process, to cloak that which threatened her femininity in that which provocatively accentuated the same feature. it was such an obvious facade, the fine lines and curvatures of her body were a scarcely-curtained show, wrapped in soft cotton and bordered in bold traces of black satin string and an almost girlish lace. that which was out of place was not necessarily hidden, but hypnotized away, caught within the easiest distraction a woman could weave.

those who saw past her distractions would find themselves slightly unable to call her a woman. the harsh reality of that scorn was one the halfling's childhood self knew quite well. though, such flimsy garments were nary an armor that protected her against such words, nor the harshities of the world. kainé's own words were her walls, that which covered her form was nothing more than an adornment, a veil. had she true confidence in her words, perhaps such a veil would not prove to be the foundation of her walls.

there was only one aspect of herself that kainé made an active attempt to hide, after all, no matter how obvious of a place she'd hidden that piece of herself in.

it took all her concentration to keep her eyes trained on the flower before her, whose petals began to droop and fall to the ground. training her eyes upon that which she wished not to see exposed would be her downfall, for it took little amounts of keen sense to understand the cunning her imitator held, how easily a loose thread could unravel that which cloaked her greatest atrocities. wavering eyes were wavering strength, and weakness was not the sort of trait to reflect behind kainé's own violet irises.

movements of recoil were quick, as such a counter was to be expected. zero's sword of dragonbone caught itself upon the bracer protecting an arm woven and knit of flesh of an inhuman nature, though not before the upward arc of her swipe had caught the bandages cloaking the halfling's shoulder and the strap that held her nightie abreast. loose ribbons of fabric fell limp at kainé's feet, and strained cotton slid away from supple breasts, catching at the ties just above the flowing skirt of the garment.

such recoil only proved to anger kainé further, though no motion was made to cover that which had been revealed of her top half. she'd only ever dive to cover the lower. words were spoken through gritted teeth, and free breasts now heaved with the heavy rising and falling of heated breasts and expanding lungs. it was only in support of her high posture that kainé crossed both arms over her chest, but those onlookers in the area would have found her newfound 'modesty' to be something of a godsend.

it appeared the other felt a similar lack of shame.

  — ❀ { funny. i'd have taken one in such a lousy imitation to be no more than a filthy whore. if men pay such good money, clearly you'd make a greater effort to impress them, cause by the looks of it, that body of yours can't back up your words.

[hxssy]

❤☄☑

❤ - Any tumblr senpais.

{ there are quite a few, though i fear going with my usual list for this answer will leave me quite exposed when it comes to the subject of my identity. those who i adore make my personage quite clear, after all, as they are the ones i tend to fall into a pattern of threading with most often. though she will be joining citta alveare soon as our new kinagase tsumugu, juice (sewdier) comes to the top of the list of those i never really mention, though gen's (dendoushi) makishima shogo, genesis, and aikurou mikisugi are of the top tier. gen is my lovely husband, yet has not had much time to devote to threading. we haven't spoken in a while, but my love for gen's writing is still quite clear. niko (horosuru) exists within our group as masterchief, though it was for his ryuko i first fell in love, and with his ryuko i will stay in love, i believe! cath (ryuuazure) is one of only three masamunes i have ever fallen in love with, the others being my beloved brother, and our very own dokuganryuu. as far as interactions within the city go, people i have met here (arthurus, saintism, oblitusidealis, divinevoices, iironclad, dramaticalbooty, eyebrand, sanguinetactics) have all been a real godsend to me, and i am quite honored to have written alongside all of them!

☄ - My opinion of you.

{ you understand the woes of what is not the place of my birth, but what may as well be the city that is called my hometown, have a relatable sort of preference in characters it seems, and a love of the macabre classics that are the games our lovely cavia team has come up with. there is potential for an extensive friendship here, i think, a lunar tear camaraderie of sorts that could develop in the same way the relationship our characters does. you're a kind person, but i feel you have a reign on the same sort of tenacity that could make me fearsome at times as well. i'm somewhat afraid of finding myself upon a side of your opinion of me that could be considered negative, so i am both quite excited and wary of your existence as a mun at the same time.

☑ - A fact about the character.

{ it is assured that you are well versed in the lore of nier, maybe even more so than i am, with my dreadful forgetfullness and my inability to find a copy of the game compatible with my new platform of choice, so perhaps i will go with a fact limited only to those with knowledge of grimoire nier. kainé's original body was of a genetically modified nature, as well. be it in her original state or replicant state, kainé was never really born through normal human processes. the woman she called her grandmother (kali, or curly as some translations would have it, though i do quite prefer kainé being the descendant of such a strong woman named for a destructive goddess of that sort) was the original kainé's biological mother. though she was born through other processes, kainé's dna was taken from the former war hero kali, and that of humanity's supernatural enemy at the time, the red eye.

[hxssy]

✾ - Why I chose my character

✾ - Why I chose my character.

{ saying this is my first time playing kainé, even in citta aloe vera, would certainly be a bold-faced lie. many know me, many know my writing style, who i am, despite the anonymity behind my application. though this is my first instance of playing kainé since the second opening of citta, my version of her here is actually something of a reapplication, i did play her in citta alveare's first go around, though her muse was quite short lived. the first time i chose her as a character, i was really unsure of my comfort zone as a mun. i still had a large amount of gijinka original characters that i was quite comfortable with, and a deep seeded interest in both katekyo hitman reborn and sengoku basara, and those two proved to be my main series when picking up characters in multifandom roleplays. quite honestly, i had not branched out much as far as series go. those who played with me in zodiakos that first summer can attest to it, i went through several reborn characters, and i believe i played the antispiral from gurren lagann at one point, but going far from my comfort zone was not something i did too often. i'm not quite sure what spurred me to take up kainé at first, as ashley (bisharp) had left her tyrann at una puquena muerte (?) and remy (warpathpanther) would not become the second tyrann whose portrayal i fell in love with until that october, in knights' vocation (i'd unknowingly played with remy's hidan up until that point, as we found out later in our friendship as well). though, whatever processes happened in my mind then certainly were set into motion, and i took up kainé. that initial discomfort took over, and i found myself unable to compare to kainé roleplayers i'd seen in the past (i do not remember her url, but i think her name was megan? it started with an m, she was ashley's kainé almost exclusively, but i really admired her portrayal). i dropped her soon after.

in this run, i really was well informed of my comfort zone, though. i'm quite alright with ladies that have an equal bark and bite, or more bark than their bite, or just a lot of bite. female characters that really have a knack for being spectacular in their development (usually of the hot blooded sort), or ladies with a very obvious sexual value to their character are the sorts that i like to take up, though mindbroken male protagonists (along the lines of shinji ikari, kaneki ken, and eren jaeger to name a few) who go through a violent physical or mental change have proven to be a newer characteristic to my usual patterns. it was both a love of cavia heroines (i originally wished to take up zero, and i have to apologetically say, i did have some aim to snipe the position even here in citta when our lovely zero went inactive, though i'm quite glad i didn't) and a yearning for a sense of familiarity (i'd wanted to take up kainê again for some time, and our previous mun either was removed for activity or dropped, but i think she was two mun too?) that drove me to pick up kainé again. my original anxieties are still present, however, and i can only hope i do the character justice in my portrayal!

[hxssy]

❣

❣ - An unpopular opinion I have.

{ unbelievably, a love of nier is an incredibly unpopular opinion to have outside of the fandom itself. the reviews it received, are, in general, a stark contrast to the charms of the game itself. i admit, there are many facets of the game (the fishing and farming systems, for instance, were added in to replicate a level of slice of life that the game really does not need at all) that were added unnecessarily. perhaps if the budget from these features had gone into, say, something like simple graphics, the reception of the game would have gone over a lot better. the argument against it is that it tries to be too many things at once, and i guess, even as a fan, i do have to agree with that. that in itself can be an unpopular opinion. still, however, many reviews do harp upon that which makes the game a gem, that which cavia is known for, its heroines especially, or the dark tale that is its storyline. kainé is painted as a typical jrpg cliche sort of fanservice character, though the importance of her design to her character and what it means to her is entirely overlooked. so is the soundtrack, for that matter. i really do think western gaming media's overall reception of nier is a load of bull. it should have been received better!!

[hxssy]

✧ 「 ø ❅ ✎ 」

ø - eyes

{ grimoire nier, an artbook released after the initial release date of 'nier replicant' contains a wealth of information that cavia could not include in the game itself, either due to constraints of time or funds. nier is known as the game that put cavia out of business, as the scale of their plans far exceeded the funds they had to complete the game, and thus went bankrupt. however, the grimoire lists kainé's canon eye color as a dark shade of purple. some fanartists have drawn her with blue or amber colored eyes, depending on their interpretation of screens and stills within the game. such an outcome for fanart likely tended to occur because the game's facial graphics for characters made it quite hard to distinguish the true color, and not all had the resources to refer to the canon profile, or perhaps there was a simple lapse of memory.kainê's replicant body is that made in the image of a former japanese noble, though with her grandmother's history and the method of her original body's birth, it could be assumed that genes tracing their source to that of european descent could be found. kainé is a character in a jrpg, as such, her facial features are clearly modeled after the norm for that sort of style, she looks much like a porcelain doll. though, in the realm of headcanon, it wouldn't be hard to infer that kainé would have almond-shaped eyes with wider pupils. because of that mix of european genes in her dna, i've always imagined the crease over her eyes would not be as pronounced as it would have provided her bloodline was purely a product of one race's features or another. her eyelashes would obviously be very pale, almost nonexistent, as one would find with individuals with naturally platinum hair, such light shades tend to leave body hair almost translucent, though i imagine their fill to be full, almost feathery, as it would fit her character archetype of using her own sex appeal to distinguish herself from the masses that used to scorn her.the eyes are the window to the soul after all, and one could go on and on describing the inflection of emotion and how such is reflected in the character's eyes, though i'm quite sure this meme deals with purposes pertaining to appearances only, so we'll keep it simple! 

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

{ oddly enough, kainé is not the sort of person that is terribly impacted by the temperature, it's something she's either grown used to with her choice of (incredibly exposing) clothing, or that she is entirely resistant to with tyrann in her system. maybe only half of her body does not have the normal pain synapses or nerve impulses, only that flesh which tyrann's power created. the effects of his hold on her body are never totally fleshed out, and it's never really revealed whether or not the parts of kainé's body that tyrann recreated are actually still human flesh, so with that in mind, i'd like to point out that i personally do headcanon those unnatural parts of kainé, those that are a result of her symbiosis with tyrann, to not have the same sort of feeling as her remaining human flesh, with a trade off of having her inhuman strength stronger within those limbs.when the time does come that she notices the heat or the cold, kainé is the type to keep moving rather than drawing in to herself. she doesn't jog in place or rub her palms or her shoulders when faced with uncomfortably low temperatures, rather, she might seek out a fight or some sort of physical conflict, or opt to keep walking forward or traveling in order to keep her core temperature up. kainé is more likely to get angry in the cold, as she's learned to give in to emotions that get her heart pumping and heat her body up, though, since tyrann's symbiosis leaves her focus drawn away from those such as anxiety or fear, anger is that which comes most natural to kainé. she's also the type to eat when she gets cold, or start a fire, anything that will raise her body temperature to the needed levels, but i still think she has a resistance to harmful temperatures to a certain degree (hah).the nature of kainé's attire leaves her less likely to suffer from discomfort in the realm of heat, as does the temperate climate of the lands (formerly mid japan) she lives in in her own world. she was not the sort to wander terribly far from the shack she lived in outside the aerie, as that which she wished to kill made frequent visits to the vicinity, so she has not experienced climates that may have intense dry heat or heavier humidity than she is used to (as she lives in a fairly mountainous region). obviously, the heavy level of exposed skin allows her body heat to exit her bloodstream rather quickly, though it also exposes her to dangers posed by the sun's rays, though the knowledge of their true harms was lost to history, kainé is rather fair-skinned and does burn easily. she is rather headstrong, and not entirely forgetful, but certainly the type to focus on the idea at hand and not the outlying variables that are not relevant to her task, even those that may be liabilities or those which will affect her well being. Though Tyrann is quite persistent in his reminders and nagging about the state of her body, there are times Kainé has tired herself easily to a state of dehydration because she either ignored the heat in the air or neglected to eat and drink for certain periods of time. At the most, seeking shade is all Kainé will do to manage an overheated body, and she'll certainly drink water when Tyrann nags her enough to do it.

✎ - taste in music/literature 

{ i'm sure it's quite obvious that kainé is not the most well educated individual, though it has been proven in her flashbacks of past canon that, when exposed to materials that would allow her to expand her base of skills and knowledge, she took to them readily as a child. though she has hardened and turned her back on the pleasures of the world (at her current state, the pursuit of knowledge is certainly not even on her list of priorities), that latent sort of curiosity can never truly be ruled off. when exposed to those who may again open kainé up to people and the world around her, perhaps she may again take up cultural and intellectual pursuits. however, as she is in her present state, she is a violent sort of being, one awakened into such a mindset by a near death encounter and the loss of her remaining family. for individuals whose only goal and pursuit is that of bloodshed, and ultimately, revenge, there is not much time, or really even available thought, for considering music or literature.it's hard to say whether or not kainé has even heard music at a time when she could enjoy it. her grandmother was never the type to sing lullabies, and the people of the aerie were incredibly hostile towards her. perhaps, before the loss of her parents, maybe her mother sung melodies to her of some sort? or during one of her infrequent visits to the aerie or in her later travels, she happened upon a song performed as a sort of oral tradition? in any instance, she would neither remember or not fondly remember such an event, and so i'm going to say, for now, kainé's taste in music is entirely void.i honestly doubt that she can even read, i'm sure her grandmother attempted to teach her, but the woman began to drift into a late-age memory-loss disease only a year or two after she took kainé in, it's likely her memories about how to read -- or her own written language -- were skewed. if kainé received an education of that sort, it was cut off very early, and thus she cannot read or write very well, and i doubt she enjoys it very much.

[illegallydumpedobject-blog]

Hive City Character Archive Meme

[hxssy]

Name: Kainé. Title:  Not applicable. Series: NieR.

Ability: Inhuman strength at half its original potency. Threat Level:  Small, at the moment. Friendship Level: Miniscule.

Main Places of Activity: Sectors One, Two and Three; Gamma, Epsilon. Occupation: Currently unemployed.

[hxssy]

✿ - laugh

✿ - laugh

{ it's sharp and cruel. the canon point i have removed kainé from would not allow for a genuine sort of laughter in a situation of real happiness. such is a pleasure she has abstained from for some time, even made a great effort to cut herself off from. kainé does not have a melodic laugh, though it doesn't entirely live up to the reading of her name (broken sounds), either. there's a curve to the tonation as she laughs. she's the sort that begins a bout of laughter with a large, outward huff of air, followed by an emphasized ha that is deeper than the tone of her speaking voice, which shifts to a string of quieter hahs closer to her normal tone of voice, though, they are a few octaves higher. kainé's laugh has a definite mocking tone to it, and as with her other vocal expressions, is a way for her to reflect just how much of an outlier she views herself than. it does not necessarily carry a 'better than you' attitude, but cruelly laughing at another's misfortune may come off as such, after all!

[utatai-blog]

Twin Shadows [Hxssy]

❀ A glimpse of something had caught her eye within the folds of her peripheral vision. Strands of moonlight colored hair, a flower pinned to the side and for a brief instant she wondered if she was catching sight of an alternate version of herself. A trick of the mind? Of the [flower]? The convoluted explanation would not be tolerated, but a straight forward approach would be taken.

Straightening her posture she would turn to face the look-alike, or she thought was a look a like. As Zero wasnt one who invested much in her appearance, and rarely did she even know what she looked like. 

Lips pursed into a thin line, irritation threatening to set in if answers were not received in a timely manner. No questions were asked, but instead a smirk was brandished across her smug facade. ❀

"Well, isn’t imitation just the ultimate form of flattery; How embarrassing! One of us is going to have to change.”

❀ While the feigned modesty was simply used as black humor, the second clause was more of a threat, and one that would not remain idle unless Zero had her answers. ❀

[hxssy]

that which attracted attention, which drew them to such a gathering, proved to be a mutual instigator. she was a woman well-focused on her own directives, after all. to find her attention swayed by a sight in a crowd was a rare event, if only because in her lifetime, kainé herself had fitted herself ultimately to fill such a role. she was the provocator, the outlier -- she who drew equal stares as she took footsteps.

it could be said that those designed to draw attention simply missed many opportunities to lose sight of the path in front of them, especially to stop and smell the roses.

or, in this case, the literal definition of a lunar tear. ❀

a woman clad in racy lingerie would be enough of a farfetched sight to catch in a crowd, adding a partial mummification in the form of half-body bandaging and floral fantasy armor to the mix, and the event was more than a rarity, even in this city. though, to catch such a woman paused in her ministrations, taking in the rarity of a woman wearing the same outfit down to the crowning detail -- well, it would leave one wondering if they were dreaming.

was she dreaming? kainé had no other explanation towards catching the woman in question donned in the stitched remnants of the legacy her grandmother had left for her, after all, and found even less logic to stand upon when the other began her verbal assault.

though, kainé was a brash woman at heart, and before delving into a battle of words, she would act as provocatively as she dressed. she, after all, chose to prove the intimacies she had with such an intimate garment.

all it would take was the tug of one bow, after all, and the linens clinging to zero's abdomen could so easily fall prey to the forces of gravity.

  — ❀ { really, cause i don't find it flattering in the least fucking bit, so let's rid you of that imitation now so you can get on and change like you suggested! 

she hooked her fingers in such a bow and gave a good tug.

[hxssy]

is there anyone you treasure and if so, to what extent would you sacrifice for them?

— ❀ { someone i treasure? i don’t think so. not anymore, at least. i wonder if i even find my own life a treasure. is each damn breath that valuable? probably not. i had moments, memories — that i thought of that way, but they’re not my business anymore, not yours, either. i have no fucking right to them, they were taken away from me. even my right to live is stolen, so there’s no fucking point, not until i wrench them back from that shade’s cold, dead claws.

[hxssy]

✧ 「 light & rage 」

Light: Would you consider yourself lucky? Why?

— ❀ { lucky? hah. you must be kidding. just cause i'm still kicking doesn't mean i'm lucky. what part of this would even ooze lucky to you? no, kid, i'm not lucky, i'm resilient. the lucky live for their fortune, but people with resolve live for themselves.

Rage: What are your biggest pet peeves?

— ❀ { well that one's pretty obvious isn't it? people in general. towns, groups, crowds, anyplace i have to deal with people just isn't the place for me. but you know, it's when they can't keep their noses out of someone's cunt when they're sniffing around to find out about someone else's business, that's when they get really damn tedious. my lack of patience only goes so far.

[hxssy]

☢: Something about my character that I’ve never explored but want to

☢: Something about my character that I’ve never explored but want to.

{ hmm, i suppose i haven't really explored what i consider to be most engaging dynamic as far as kaine's character interactions go. i've roleplayed with a tyrann before, though i did not play kaine at the time, but i'd really love to expand on her day to day interactions with the shade she shares a body with, the interactions and banter they have and had before kaine meets nier, or at least before kaine joins nier. players of tyrann, both in the form of a shade and in the fanon replicant designs are incredibly rare, as is my muse for kaine herself, so i've never had a good opportunity to explore this relationship, but it's something i always have wanted and likely always will want to develop!

[hxssy]

— reactive | closed;lobo. |

prying eyes equated a weighted stare, and the prickling height of juvenile silver hairs along the rise of her neck. in such an environment, a gaze so cold and predatory was expected, as human flesh leveled in the mind of the beast with that of the next meal.

the sun's position in the sky was used in many places, by many cultures, to navigate, orienteer, and tell time. yet, the path of this sun's rays led nowhere but the hour of the beast, and under the light of a solar eclipse, one would be stricken with surprise to find such a gaze connected not to the everyday definition of meat, though the owner of such a gaze clearly found themselves in quite a jovial state as they took in the defined curves of the muscle that made up her provocatively-attired backside.

such attire had been intended to draw provoke, most certainly, though never to attract. such a gaze was never appreciated.

which brought about her current mindset, as she wheeled on the source of such a saucy, almost heated gaze. eyes would certainly be clawed from their sockets before another lingering pass at her derriere could be made. and if such could not be done, she'd settle with driving him to a state of soiled pants with the ferocity of her words.

  — ❀ { so just what do you think you're looking at me with, your eyes or your dick?!

  — ❀ { i'd be happy to relieve you of both if you can't decide.

[hxssy]

✿

 Send me a ✿ and my muse will say the first word they associate with your muse!

— ❀ { forgettable. 

[rologeass]

Kaine Bunny Waitress Version by あらくれ

[prinzt-deactivated20140611]

     Purse of lips. “…But I never stuck my nose in a woman’s breast or buttocks before…how cruel of you to accuse me of such an action.”

[hxssy]

  — ❀ { with those nosy little entitled habits of yours, you might as well be shoving your face straight up a girl's ass crack, kid. learn to keep your damn eyes in your skull and your dick in your pants. it'd do you some real good.

[hxssy]

Sup gurl B)

  — ❀ { calling on me? what a flimsy greeting. be careful of how loosely you're flapping that tongue of yours, it just makes it that much easier for someone to cut it right out.