Jaliya Innozuka

These woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

[sentencestarters-and-asks]

Send a space thing for questions

Planets: Life

Mercury: What’s your full name? 

Venus: What’s your first language? 

Earth: Where’s your home? 

Mars: What’s your sexuality? 

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings? 

Saturn: Any pets? 

Uranus: What’s your hobby? 

Neptune: When’s your birthday? 

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are? 

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study? 

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? 

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? 

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? 

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? 

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? 

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? 

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? 

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? 

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? 

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? 

Constellations: Favourites

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Orion: Favourite month?

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Gemini: Favourite song?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

Libra: Favourite colour? 

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

Aries: Favourite movie? 

Cygnus: Favourite weather? 

Hydra: Favourite sound? 

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?  

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? 

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? 

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? 

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? 

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? 

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? 

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? 

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? 

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? 

Other stuff: Wishes 

Comet: What’s your big dream? 

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like? 

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t? 

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? 

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be? 

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? 

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die? 

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? 

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? 

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? 

[jaliyainnozuka]

Resurrection

  Seconds… minutes… hours… days… months… a year… slowly they trickled, like the amber of Kypari… but pass they did… and finally… her Prison was complete…   With six wardens in place, Jaliya deemed the prisoner sufficiently contained. The others were told this was a new beginning, a second chance at life. Their failings would be forgotten and their strengths enhanced by working together as one being. And they bought it. Hook, line, and sinker. But that had never been the plan, oh no. Swan. Façade. Karen. They were nothing more than a prison. The perfect prison for the perfect prisoner. Not even death could grant her escape. Not anymore. Finally. After a year of toil. An entire year of fading, of being forgotten… Finally. Deep within the shared consciousness of the Prison, Jaliya stirs. The others were told they ruled equally, and for them it was true. But… Jaliya was the creator, the architect, the laborer. This Prison was created by her, and it obeyed her. Absolutely. Splitting herself and her faithful servant from the mind-stream of the Prison, Jaliya assumes control.

  Without warning, Karen stops her frolicking through whatever glade she had wandered to. Her eyes dim as the black star in her forehead grows in brightness until it dominates completely. As if falling unconscious, her thoughts are silenced, her pieces put in stasis. They would not remember this when she awoke, Jaliya had made sure of that. But they would notice her absence, and Meta’s as well. Something had to be done…   How good it felt to be herself again! How sweet the night winds felt as she glided among the clouds! How succulent the anticipation, the thrill of the hunt… She had never planned to reside permanently within the Prison, but she had never anticipated it needing six wardens. Her original soul replacements had been used up long ago, before the Prison conveniently decided that such tools were beneath it. But it wasn’t all bad… hunting was perhaps the best thing she could have awoken to. Below her, working tirelessly despite the late hour, a peasant farmer labored away to keep what little flock he had safe. His wife and children slumbered peacefully in the cottage not far off. They would suffer without him, and likely lose what little he had managed to scrounge together in the barren wastes of Westfall. His home would be taken by the greedy nobles… his children abandoned to the streets… his babe condemned before it could reach its first year. A deep chuckle bubbles its way from her throat, the only warning he received before she descends from the heavens, a dark angel of death.   It didn’t take long. It always surprises her how quick it is, how silent… how easily a life is snuffed out and how little the world cares. She was messier than usual, but then it had been upwards of a year since she had killed. Her only regret was the waste of good blood, but her current form rendered such reagents useless. Another regrettably unforeseen outcome of the Prison, but Ascendancy was not without its merit. Regardless, she had the soul, and as she turned towards the cottage, her senses trained on the sleeping, unsuspecting widow slumbering in the straw bed, she couldn’t help but giggle and grin at the thought of having another so soon after. What a lovely night this was!   Soon enough she made her way to her new lair, a lovely little cave tucked away in the ravaged hills of Darkshore. She hums happily, content at the thought of three newly orphaned children and how she had so drastically altered the way of things. Releasing the newly forged soul gems to float freely about the place, she struggles to quiet her newly freed and hyperactive mind, focusing to perform the ritual required for her Prison to continue in her absence. Eventually she settles into that familiar lull, where her mind and body become one with the energies around her. Tapping into the cracks of reality, allowing the sweet insanity of the Void to flow through her, she bathes the spirits of the farming couple in the cleansing light of oblivion.   Minutes later, or perhaps hours, her work is complete. The gems have faded from the color of a bruised plum to a sparkling iridescent clarity reminiscent of a diamond. The man and his wife were gone, erased… their memories and identities consumed by the Void but in such careful, focused fashion that their souls remain intact. Empty, ready to be forged anew. This world had been tortured by Jaliya, but not nearly enough for her satisfaction. She needed to wander it again, to breathe and live and experience it! But the prison needed its warden. And if she couldn’t be in two places, perhaps there could be two of her. Chuckling at the thought of having another twin, she readies another spell, the opposite to the first, and begins to fill the empty souls with everything that made her and Meta the beautiful creatures they were.   Another indeterminable amount of time later, she was finished. Exhausted, yes, but triumphant. Her servant and herself cloned almost perfectly and suspended in crystalline animation. There was only one thing left to do…            Shattering the crystals, she and Meta bring the two copies into the Prison just as they leave it, the two newcomers integrating seamlessly into the network, as if they had always been there. And in a way, they had. The two originals cackle and dance about with glee, completely free at last. Dismissing the Prison and its tenements with a wave of her hand, Jaliya surveys the world with her own eyes for the first time in over twelve months. Another giggle bubbles up from her formless body. She had done it. At last, the shadow of the Prisoner would haunt her no more.  With joy in their hearts and a year’s worth of malice to impart, mistress and servant depart the cave together, returning to the world as silently as the shadows they were.

[insane-doctor-deactivated202103]

[jaliyainnozuka]

A Friend In Need

Jaliya paces madly about her study, hands clasped at the small of her back as she mutters to herself. 

“Come mistress, you really must drink,” her ever-present butler implores as he sets the tray laden with fine china upon her desk. She waves a hand dismissively before returning it to her back. 

“It is past time for --” 

“I know what time it is!” she snaps. “Honestly, how am I supposed to concentrate with you whining constantly in my ear?”

“Would you prefer it if I left, mistress?”

“Yes, I do believe I would!”

The butler bows, beginning to gather the tea set. 

“Leave it!” 

He straightens, immediately ducking out of the ornately carved doors, rendering the room silent except for the crackle of the fireplace. Jaliya wanders over to the desk, pressing one hand to her forehead while the other pours the sanguine “tea” into a cup before gulping the entire thing in one go. As the liquid courses down her throat, the witch relaxes visibly, her features smoothing themselves over. “Worse than my mother..” she muses fondly before pouring another cup while settling into her chair. Sipping slowly this time, she glances over the papers strewn about the desk, hovering the cup under her nose and inhaling the steam as she ponders the content. “Enchanting organic matter is risky and dangerous.. gems need to be recharged, and honestly she already has the book..” Glancing to the family portrait above her mantle, the witch sighs quietly, her gaze lingering on her father’s grizzled yet kindly features. “Sorry, papa.. it can’t be helped.” 

Jaliya flits through the air, invisible to all but the most observant of spiritual workers. Thankfully they are a rarity in Dalaran, and the witch soars exuberantly among the glittering towers, free of her physical form. She had picked her target in advance, perusing the list of apprentices and choosing one who showed great promise, yet slacked in his studies. The boy’s talent would serve Regina nicely, and the low grades would make what she was about to do less likely to raise suspicion. Seeing her mark before her, the malevolent spirit dives down, her mind, filled with knowledge gathered over many centuries, poised to smother the one of the unlucky apprentice.. 

Charlie was making his way from shop to shop, not hurrying as his master had urged a hundred times. Like so many other things in the city, he saw no point. He was plenty capable, of that there was no doubt. So why bother with the meaningless chores, the numerous tests? Everyone knew the apprentices snuck out to the bar in the sewers, so why even have a curfew? The shopping would get done like it always did, so why hurry? He kicked a pebble into the bushes as he continued to complain. When he was an archmage, he would change things. No more useless rules, no more worthless teachers, no more--- a weight like an elekk settled on his mind, and everything went black...

The barmaid of the sewer bar smiles as she sees one of the regulars approach through the gloomy bowels of the city. “What’s kickin’, Charlie?” But the usually flirtatious and smiling apprentice walks slowly onward. She’d seen people walk like that before, and an edge of uneasiness creeps into her voice. “Now come on, Charlie! I..I’ve got your favorite drink, right here! On the house!” But Charlie doesn’t acknowlegde her, continuing his shuffle to the final drainage pipe. The server’s expression becomes manic, and she rushes forward to grab his arm, only to be halted by an invisible wall. Tears leap to her eyes. “No Charlie, don’t! It’ll get better, Charlie! I promise!” 

Charlie never answered, the shriek from his admirer causing only the barest flicker of recognition to flash in his eye as he leaps from the edge, plummeting from the floating city...

[jaliyainnozuka]

Take us through a day in the life of Swan!

Birds flit through the air of Dalaran, soaring over the rooftops as shopkeepers and vendors meander sleepily along the streets below. The sun peeks over the rim of the levitating city, illuminating the marble buildings and causing the crystals set in the rooftops to glitter like a trove of diamonds. A bit of this sunlight filters its way through the silken curtains of a certain bedroom in the upper story of a certain mansion wherein one Jaliya Innozuka is being awoken by her butler, whose kindly demeanor and crisp uniform obscure his demonic nature. “Nngh.. go away, Meta..” “Is that an order, mistress?” The demon replies with a smile as he sets the basin of rosewater on her bedside table. Jaliya herself sits upright, her naked legs drifting over to the floor as she stands and splashes the said water into her face to disperse the final vestiges of sleep. “You know very well it’s no-” The witch stops suddenly upon seeing her reflection. Her hair, cut short, is standing on end. Her make-up, not having been removed last night, has smudged and given her a look reminiscent of a Pandaren bandicoon. “Oh Elune…” The demonic butler chuckles as he finishes laying out her desired outfit for the day. “Would you like me to assist, madame?” Jaliya turns with a resigned sigh. “If you must. But do hurry! We have to meet the client in twenty minutes.” “Of course, mistress.” Metamotos seats himself on the edge of the bed and the witch settles herself in his lap. A hairbrush appears in his hand as he begins to tame the unruly bush, never daring to tug a knot or cause his master pain. “Hm.. it seems the House is planning an excursion into the jungle this evening.” Jaliya muses as she peruses a conjured agenda. “Indeed, madam? Might I suggest a sultry eyeliner and crimson nails to compliment your caramel robe?” Jaliya nods, and the butler compensates expertly, never ceasing in his hair styling. At his cue, she hops up and turns as he stands to meet her with his make-up kit, applying the product faster than any human ever could. When he finishes, she snaps and the revealing gown melts onto her naked form even as the duo exit the chambers. 

Half an hour later, the witch looks up at a knock on her study’s door. “Come in!” Metamotos opens the door, taking a half step inside as he ushers in a very nervous looking human man. His clothing is frayed, and he doesn’t look as if he’s washed in quite some time. His eyes roam nervously along the room, taking in the books and paintings along the walls. He does not belong here and he knows it, but he’s desperate. The perfect bait. Jaliya’s mouth twirls into a large smile that shows off her elongated canines. “How may I be of service today?” she inquires with a predatory gleam in the depths of her cerulean gaze. “I.. I…” Jal shushes him with a finger. After he quiets, Jal flicks her finger and a chair flies from the opposite wall to face her across the desk. “Please, have a seat, and calmly tell me what it is your heart desires.” Her fingers come together to steeple under her chin. The poor man sits, stuffing his own hands into his lap. He tries to look her in the eyes but cannot, and instead focuses on her fingers - at least until his eyes fixate on the buxom cleavage behind it. “I.. want women to want me.” Jaliya’s smile widens. “An easy enough task, so long as you provide payment..” “O-of course, Miss Innozuka!” He fumbles around in his pocket and produces a paltry sum of gold. “I s-s-saved up for months!” Jaliya begins to frown, but just then Metamotos barges in with a tea tray and her eyes light up. The demonic butler waltzes right past the increasingly terrified client and sets out a fine china cup and saucer for his mistress before pouring out perfectly heated blood. As the sickening aroma wafts to the client’s nostrils, he pales and the shaking of his hands increases tenfold. Jaliya ignores this completely; it’s perfectly normal behavior after all. She takes a long sip and savors the taste before opening her eyes once more, though this time they shine a glowing amethyst. “I’m afraid I have no need of gold. There is only one currency I accept, and I think  you know what it is.” The man’s shaking increases so much that he drops his “payment”, and gold coins roll all over the Tanarian rug. Metamotos tsks and begins to pick them up one by one as Jaliya frowns once more. “Really, darling, you won’t even miss it until you’re dead, and that’s years away! Think of all the women you’ll bed by then…” Jaliya smiles such a lovely smile that the man can’t help but nod, his eyes glazing over as she works her glamour. “So many women…” “Yes, dear! And it won’t even hurt.” “Not… at all?” “Nope! Not one little bit!” she answers, her head tilting pleasantly to the side. He frowns, as if thinking it over. “I suppose.. it’s worth it..” Jaliya’s face simply glows. “I’m so glad we could come to an arrangement. Just sign here..” She holds her hand out, and a long parchment appears, detailing at length the specifications of the contract. “And remember, if no woman beds you before you die, you get your soul back!” The man nods as he takes the quill and marks a large “X” on the signature line. Jaliya’s grin grows impossibly wide as the parchment rolls up with a snap. “Now let’s get started on the plastic surgery.. This part, I’m afraid, will be excruciatingly painful.” The man is so bewitched, however, he doesn’t start screaming until after the demon begins to cut… 

((Well! This ended up being a lot more than I set out to do, so I’ll have to turn this in to a part one! Stay tuned for part two!))

[thestoryofmiso]

Sometimes, burning bridges isn’t a bad thing. It prevents you from going back to the places you never should have been to begin with.

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