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@ohdiscity
private &&. selective.
PATH TO NOWHERE multimuse, featuring the s-type sinner, NOX. adored by mars ( they / them ), 21+. prone to exploring themes such as, but not limited to; human experimentation, torture, abuse ( mental / physical ), extreme violence, and murder.
rules + muses. exclusive beta editor user. forever affiliated with @inbedlam.
❝ ah, i see... ❞ luvia awkwardly mumbles, looking down for a moment before proceeding to fiddle with the hem of her sleeve, the white half of her cardigan curled around her fingers as she clears her throat once again. ❝ well, um... i-i'm glad you're okay! and that pippy is back... ❞ nodding, she straightens up a bit and smiles, not quite sure what else to say. was there anything else to say, really? she wants to keep talking, she wants to spend time with him and be around him, but she's not quite sure what will happen now and she doesn't have the heart to ask.
wolverine watches quietly as her gaze falters, notices the way she messes with sleeve of cardigan as she tended to do when she didn't know what to do next. for a moment / he considers / reconsiders / breathes and speaks out something he's never said to anyone before. " i— " it's weirder than he thought it would be and he clears his throat before speaking again. " sorry. " it falls out of his mouth awkwardly, fumbling over a very simple, yet very foreign apology. " ... about what happened... that day... "
i still need to figure out who’s gonna take…. kk’s..? place in my list but til then :)
“ Heh? ” Is the only thing Kiba manages to say at her question, physically feeling his expression glazing as wonder settles over him. What is the Fire Country? Now that's something he never expected to hear in this lifetime, or frankly, never even thought about hearing because it was absurd – plain and simple. What kind of hole did she come out of to not know what one of the Great Nations is? The Inuzuka is ready to interrogate Hella further, but she's faster, shooting questions and demands in an arrogant tone Kiba was sure someone in her position should stray away from. He inhales deeply before pointing an accusatory finger at her, knowing already the vein on his forehead is about to pop. “ And why the hell would I do that? Calling people weirdo... Lady, yer the weirdo! All dirty like yo just rolled yer ass on the ground all day, stinking up the place with all that blood. Yo even know what planet yer on? ” Huffing, Kiba maintains trained eyes on her, almost like a challenge – it's like he's a magnet for difficult and irritating people, really. He's about to make a snarky remark about how unbecoming that whole attitude was when Akamaru barks next to him, proposing a valid point. He should take her back to the village and let Lady Tsunade deal with her – one more problem off his hands. “ Hmph, fine then... ” Chewing the inside of his mouth, Kiba is immensely unsatisfied with how things turned out – but still, this was a way better way to spend his day than the prospect of mopping around because of Neji like he previously planned. Not I'd let either of them know, the thought crossed his mind as he side-eyed Hella. “ We're going to Konoha. ”
" i didn't call you a weirdo, idiot! " hella can't help but to bite back, brow twitching in irritation over just how quickly he misheard her. men / so stupid. it's the same anywhere she goes, she comes to learn. damn it. damn it, why does she have to rely on this guy, of all people? still, that irritation fades quickly enough, thinking of how she honestly didn't know what planet she was on, as he'd put it. her expression softens and her fingers remain in her hair, wet with the very blood kiba so rudely pointed out. " i don't where i am, so i'm trusting you. " not that she really wants to / not like her trust goes all that far, but still. she sighs, gaze falling to her lap before she pushes herself off of the ground. " what do you mean i'm stinking up the place? it's not that bad. besides, it's just outside. "
whatever. who cares? she dusts herself off with little effort, still peering down at the pathetic state of her dress and jacket, groaning softly to herself over the rips and tears. cheeks flush when kiba's tune changes and she looks back at the guy and his gigantic dog. " really? great. "
"Oh, hey there, Oliver!" She couldn't help a chuckle as she soon picked them up in her arms. It was a gesture that came to her nearly instinctively. Offering the child a smile, the woman listened to the their complaints. Of course! Oliver wanted to go out. That she would have liked, too: to go away, as far away from this place as possible as it reminded her of a time in her life when she had been in confined places, places that haunted her nightmares to that very day. But, the MBBC's leader held a sort of power, a branding iron of sorts that had sealed the connection between them. She knew not whether she wished to resent that just yet.
"I'm not really doing much at the moment," the Sinner finally answered, walking towards the cafeteria, "I was thinking of eating something. I'm hungry. What about you? Would you like me to get you something to eat?" Gently, the redhead set the child down on a chair, crouching down as hands nimbly moved to straighten their clothing. She began to fold the sleeves so that they may finally fit their arms.
"This hoodie doesn't suit you," Mya gently remarked, "I should speak to the person in charge so that they let me bring you clothing that fits you." Still crouched down, the woman tucked a rebel strand of the child's hair behind one ear. "As for your going out, that's, unfortunately, not up to me. I don't like feeling trapped in this place, either. I, too, would like to go back home, but, seeing that isn't happening any time too soon, I've started to read some books. Do you like reading, Oliver? We could find books for you. Or, if this suits your tastes better, I could read to you. How does that sound?"
their head tilts when she lifts them / to the left / right / boredly rocks backwards and empty gaze settles on the ceiling as she begins walking. oliver blinks once, twice, and kicks a leg out to the side of the woman before their body goes limp. the idea of holding theirself up was too much of a hassle to follow through, head rolling back to attention as mya mentions food. " i could eat... "
and before they know it, they're sat down and their clothes are being adjusted, something they don't particularly like, but allow to happen anyway. " i like this hoodie, " child pouts. it's comfortable and it hides their injuries / something that goes left unsaid. mya needn't worry herself about festering grazes or painful bruises. they pull a hand back when she touches their hair, eyes falling to folded sleeve before fingers tap mindlessly against bandaged knee. " i don't have to go anywhere...! i can— i can just stand around outside. " and yet, that's still not up to her. they know that much. " i don't know... "
more accurately put, they tend to not think about what it is they do and don't like to do. books / reading... " is olifer a bad kid? " it's nothing to do with anything, but something they ask anyway. " why can't olifer go outside alone? i won't run away! i-i won't..! " they swallow a breath, gaze lifting to look mya in her face, panic shaped meltdown coloring their face.
" dunno — i dunno... i like it when people read to me, i guess.... "
you all thought you'd seen the last of me
i am coming back here i swear
what is holding you back? feat. nox
the inability to cherish the good things that happen out of fear of them disappearing
you've been hurt, badly, haven't you? it's been a long time since you've felt comfortable in your own mind. everything's become a sign that you're going to be hurt again. so when something good does come along, you're not used to it. it feels foreign. it's weird and scary. you want to believe that it will work out, but you just can't. you've been burned too many times. because of this, you've become cynical. you never wanted it to be this way, but you're trying to protect yourself. i see how it's easier to not accept the good, out of fear of its inevitable end. once the dust settles, you're terrified of being alone again. but by doing this, you're never enjoying those good moments. you're letting them pass you by. you have to start letting the happiness come to you. even if it's in waves, isn't that better than not at all?
The blood he notices first as soon as Akamaru's back by his side, the deep, dark shades of red staining what once had been a perfectly white dress – or so it looked like it. Second, it's her scent, not quite sweet or familiar at all with anything he's ever smelled before, mixed with the ferrous stench from dried blood. Hella, as she'd have it, sounded okay, and looked like it as well, so the fair assumption was that it wasn't hers – which rang the alarms in Kiba's head. And her questions were... Well, not exactly surprising. He lifts an index finger to his nose, the underpart more specifically, using the bent knuckle to gently rub it – deep in thought, as it would seem. All those foreign scents irritated it so much it started to itch. “ I'm Kiba, and yer well into the Fire Country, Hella. ” What's up with that name? – is what he wanted to ask, but Akamaru's barking got his attention – he'd trust his ninken for now. Akamaru wouldn't associate with someone he didn't like, so Kiba smiled down at the dog, petting his head. “ The hell yer covered in blood for? I don't smell anyone in a rush comin' this way, so no one's followin' ya... Wanna tell me what's up? ” He asks, crossing his arms on top of his chest just because he doesn't know what to do with his hands, raising a brow, inquisitive.
she watches him through a distant squint, choosing to remain on the ground, taking the time to decide if she wanted to take her chances or go along with whatever it was this guy was telling her. where did she end up going? just how far awake is she from where she's supposed to be? ah, shit. " the hell's a fire country? "
sighing to herself, hella raises a hand, pushing nimble fingers though lilac hair, mindful of her beanie. " not really. what's up with the giant dog? where'd you come from? " she doesn't have time to sit around talking to some random guy from some random place, not when she has to get back to the chief before that idiot gets theirself killed. from here ( wherever here is ) she could just barely feel the compel of the shackles, nothing more than a weak sting she could easily forget about. " oi, kiba, i think i need— "
your help, she would have said, but as things are, she could be moments away from the freedom she'd craved. all it would take is the chief's death, but if she knew anything about anything, that would be too easy. besides, she has other things to get back to.
" you came from like a city or something, right? you're not just some weirdo that lives in the forest or anything? take me there. "
@empulse: always be the smartest guy in the room . - hella!
" wrong. " what an idiot! someone remind her why she was the unlucky one that ended up being paired with idiot emp... " that's not how it goes, it's never be the smartest person in the room. " and when the room only consists of herself and emp, hella is always stuck being the smartest person.
she sighs heavily, shoulders slumping for a moment before she shakes her head. " stupid syndicate, you're never have a problem with that, will you? is there anything in that big head of yours? "
character outline, feat. wolverine
flaws
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naive
strengths
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny
skills & hobbies
art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting / sewing | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | yoga | gaming | surfing
It's not often Kiba finds himself in this position, looking for Akamaru. Sure, he's specialized in tracking other people and missing things, and most of his missions revolve around that, but to search for Akamaru specifically? It's not unheard of, but still bizarre in its own way. Of course, his best bud had a life and probably wanted to go around and do his own ninken thing, Kiba supposed, they weren't attached at the hip. Kiba growled to himself in frustration. A warning would've been nice – at least he would know if all this looking around was really necessary or not, now he was just worried. That is, until the familiar scent he was following pooled into the middle of the woods, and he witnesses betrayal in its ultimate form. “ So, a pretty chick issall it takes for ya to ditch me all mornin', huh? ” He aims an arched brow at the ninken lying on his belly, loving all the attention he was getting from the stranger. Still, Akamaru's ears snapped up once Kiba's voice reached him, and the giant dog trots satisfied back to his side. “ And who yer supposed to be? ” — @ohdiscity's hella.
if it's not the fact that she doesn't know where she is in the moment, then it's that this is the biggest dog she's ever seen in her entire life. if it's not that, then it's how this place is so different from where she'd been just a few minutes ago that she could ( and did, for a while ) choke on how clean the air smelled. mere moments ago, hella had been surrounded by complete and utter chaos, the air, dark and thick, nose full of the sickening scent of blood and corruptors and a great many of kicked up minerals that was flying around because of whatever the fuck was going on in the black ring.
damn it. damn it, the chief is gonna be so pissed. when she gets back, she'll never hear the end of it.
but that much was an issue for when she actually managed to get back and around familiar faces, not for when she's accompanied by a dog she's now thinking isn't a dog and some... well, just some guy.
did he just call her pretty? okay, this guy gets it. even while she's still got soot all over her along with various blood splatters on her arms and dress. hell, even her pipe was looking rather rough, but the worse off it was, the better off she'd be with using it against people.
" hella, " she replied easily, watching as she's easily abandoned. ( it's not like she wasn't used to it anyhow... ) " who're you? where am i? "
wanting to be here but having nothing to offer bc all my braincells are on the floor, part 6 out of infinity
@inbedlam: you’re beautiful. ( bai yi for cinnabar )
it's not the fact that she's been complimented, per say, that has cinnabar standing there with a slowly growing blush on her face, red creeping up her neck to stretch to her ears as she stares at bai yi completely stunned. it's not the compliment, but the choice of words. she's used to being called handsome, or even something more vague, but flattering like attractive. but beautiful? no, she can't recall a single time that word was used for her.
" i— " she breathes, blinking away her momentary shock. " i should be the one saying that to you, bai yi. "
"You can't." Her voice is soft but her refusal is firm. Perhaps without realising it, she hugs her sketchbook closer to her chest; her knuckles whiten as her grip on it tightens. "Adjutant Nightingale says that it's best not for anyone to see my drawings. I don't want to give people nightmares."
She watches, though, as Oliver takes a step back. As they hold their plushie out to her, as though trying to show it off to her. Open, as opposed to her closed. In a single step, they've earned her admiration.
"I haven't." She tilts her head, tracking her eye slowly from Oliver's face to the plushie. A unicorn, is it? It looks like a horse with a protrusion coming from its head. Is that the point? "Where do unicorns come from?"
a hard no, how rude. oliver doesn't pout though, because at least she gives them a reason for not handing it over. they do, however tilt their head past mavis to once again look up at the other. nightmares... was that really the only reason? then it shouldn't matter, then. not to them.
" you haven't? " it's the most shocking news they've heard all day. who hasn't seen a unicorn before? everyone knows what they are. then she asks a question they don't necessarily know the answer to, leading them to lower their arms and bring the plushie back towards theirself. " they're magical, they come from everywhere. " and nowhere. " they're super rare, but they have powers! they can run and fly and grant people's wishes and stuff! "
how has she seriously never seen a unicorn before?
but back to her sketchbook; it can't be that scary, can it? and even if it was, they have nightmares pretty frequently anyway, this wouldn't change any of that. " can i see it if i promise to not have nightmares? "
@inbedlam: if you leave now, you lose everything. ( serpent for hella )
and if she does nothing, she'll lose everything anyway. besides, there's no point in staying here anyway, not when ninety-nine's nowhere to be found and she lost track of the chief after the entire black ring incident with zoya. the entire world had been turned against chief, news reports flooding in one after another saying tons of nasty things that didn't happen. she was there. she knows what actually happened.
hella had only made it this far because she managed to escape, leaving hecate — as if she doesn't feel some way about that already — but a difference of opinion lead them to go their seperate ways. ( hecate said that escaping wouldn't be what the chief would want; hella said that if she was going to be kept in custody, it would be with people she actually knew of. )
bumping into serpent was completely by chance, and now she's also trying to tell her the same thing as hecate. how irritating.
" i don't care, " she lies straight through her teeth, peering up at the woman. " it doesn't matter anyway, i've already lost everything. " chief. ninety-nine. hecate at this point. the only thing left is her dignity. " why's it matter, why do you care anyway? " more importantly, " how'd you get here? the mbcc shouldn't be letting any sinners out after what happened. " lest they risk making an even bigger mess of everything.
i will try being here today i prommy so maybe plot with me
