Hush

"Enjoy your time.. while it lasts." (Independant RP blog for a Psyren Original Character Kirra Winos - Faceclaim: Shana from Shakugan no Shana)

[the-reaper-lost-in-time]

The reaper looked down on the little kiddie, a frown forming on his lips. If he’d knew any better… “Let me guess, your Mom is dead?” The reaper let out another soft sigh. All this people following him, will he ever get a break? “You’re awfully quiet for a cheeky bastard, go ahead and do what you want, I won’t stop ya.”

[quietblaring]

"For a dense looking man, you're pretty perceptive." It didn't sound like she was joking. A soft smile tugged at her lips if only for a second. One would have to be extremely observant to catch it. With his answer, she took quick, light steps towards his side, looking up at him. However, she broke her word on staying quiet. Curiosity got the best of her. "If you won't tell me your name, can you tell me what you do?" Even if he didn't answer, she figured she would find out

[the-reaper-lost-in-time]

“Wow, Wow, Wow. Wait what?!” That pretty much caught the reaper off guard. Seriously, where are these freaks coming from? Couldn’t the reaper get a small break? He let out a soft sigh, scratching his head softly. “Look kid, I’m no babysitter, go to your Mommy or something.”

[quietblaring]

"..." She opened her mouth, words threatening to push past her lips. My mother is dead. Not that it matters, even if she was alive she wouldn't want me. However, being a touchy subject, she stayed silent for a moment. That wasn't the point, she didn't need someone to watch over her. She may have not felt like it, but she was an adult now. "I'll be quiet." She only wished to observe. Kirra was staring at him as she spoke, her eyes fixed in what would look like a glare to some. You would swear the girl never blinked. 

[the-reaper-lost-in-time]

“Hm?” The reaper turned around, a small annoyed look on his face being shown. Trying to hid his appearance from anybody who would call him out, well, a little late from that. “What the hell is your problem? I don’t need to give out my name.”

[quietblaring]

Crude, isn't he? She wondered if he had a reason behind hiding his name aside from being just plain stubborn. This would be an interesting find, if so. Perhaps her theory was correct. "You're right." Being polite is rare in this day. Kirra lacked it, so she understood his response. "I'm Tracker. My name is unimportant. I'll be following you from now on." Her voice was matter of fact and detached, showing no sign of emotion. Inexperienced, she didn't know how to handle these situations professionally. 

[quietblaring]

the-reaper-lost-in-time started following you

Kirra spun around in alert. There was something off about this man, however she lacked the ability to spot it. He seemed dangerous, her initial thought was whether he would be a threat to her organization. Or maybe he had something that they would want. If she caught someone like that, she would grow more powerful, correct? In general, he was just strange. "You... You're different. State your mind." She paused. "Name, rather." Naturally lacking social skills, she spoke the words bluntly and coldly. This hid all of her genuine curiosity and innocence.

[quietblaring]

"..." 

Guess who's back. Sorry for the inactivity. Seems I'll have to follow more people, like starting the blog all over again...

[quietblaring]

I'll reply to more things when I get back! 

[zaffrehound-blog]

After Hours (quietblaring)

“Mn, closin’ time,” Cú leaned to crack his back, letting out a sigh of relief from the long day of working. Mondays always seemed the busiest for Sunbucks, and even his fellow employees could barely get to everyone’s orders. But now it was time to close up once more, the daily routine feeling more like a chore as time went on. He locked the front door, and as he headed to the back, the door rattled, one customer merely a few seconds too late. “Sorry, we’re closed,” he called from the back of the shop. The door rattled again, this time with more noise and force, “We’re closed!” he called out again, voice rising. He went to peek to see who was messing with the door, and a faint smirk appeared on his face. Fumbling in his pocket to get his keys, he unlocked the door to look at the younger girl standing before him.

“Hello, lassie, do ya need something?”

[quietblaring]

Her eyes wandered upwards until meeting his, making her stumble a step back awkwardly. Caught by surprised she gave him a questioning look, perhaps it was just his personality? Or maybe it was his appearance. Something was off with him. He was indeed striking, seeming to be like something out of this world. And though his eyes held much resemblance to hers, you could tell from a single glance they held an infinite amount of life and power. That of which she had none of. Her eyes were only cold and empty, even if they possessed such a fiery shade of red.

She was confused, usually people didn't greet so up front like this, right? Otherwise she wouldn't have gone to such a place. Though, she had no idea it was closed beforehand, naturally she could still hear him say so. She just tuned it out, the noise getting mixed in with all the other noises in her surroundings. She didn't realize her mistake, she just thought the door was being mean to her.

Either way, she was here. She didn't plan on leaving and wasting her time. Though she did debate it.

"What do people usually come here for?" It was sarcasm, surely. She knew what she was here for. However, her soft voice indicated almost no sign of it if any. For someone who used sarcastic remarks so frequently, she was really bad at it. Cunning remarks worked typically, but sarcasm being a sense of humor was a flop. And yet that fact was comedic in itself.

[quietblaring]

candiesandfeelings replied to your post: Sorry I took a break from RPing. (And so early on...

Hopes everything will work out for you. ^^

Thank you very much! I really appreciate it.

[quietblaring]

Sorry I took a break from RPing. (And so early on in this account, even.) But I was dealing with some things, and technically still am. However, I may try to get back on here.

[quietblaring]

@Fate

Both replies for both characters have been drafted. Sorry I was delayed with Aoi's reply due to writers block. Right now I'm a tad distracted so I think I'm going to set RPing aside for later. My apologies. I will get to them, though!

[threeprincesofearth-deactivated]

quietblaring has come to greet you.

Eyeing the female before him, he squinted his eyes, looking at her hair. The color reminded him of his brother. It was quite strange to be seeing it on a female. Dismissing the thought he straightened himself up and looked at the other with a bored expression.

“Hello.” he greeted with a plain tone.

[quietblaring]

"..." Her guard was on pretty high with this one, from the moment she looked at him. Her piercing eyes locked on him and scanning him as if trying to detect whether he was a predator or not. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for there to be someone who didn't sit well with her in her gut. It definitely took a moment before she spoke. "...Hello." The young woman regarded him with a cold tone and a simple reply. She debated walking away, but decided on standing in place, looking up to him. "Who are you?" 

[ekibiogami-blog]

“What do I do?” He asked, a bit of guilt on his face. “J-just live out here mostly.” Well it was the truth. “It’s quiet and peaceful out here, far away from people and noise. I go through day by day by myself, usually just making what I need and doing what I can.” He laughed lightly before giving the girl a small smile. “I’ve never really enjoyed large or crowded places, so staying out here in the forest with the animals as neighbors has always been nice!” Living out in a small home by himself our in the wild seemed like ‘survival’ to some, but it’s the way Eki had lived for thousands of years. He never went into civilization and made due with what he had out here.

[quietblaring]

She nodded in a way that seemed like understanding. Crowded or loud places were never her thing. If there was too much going on, or too much to stimulate her senses, she would snap. Well, Kirra of course had her reasons for wanting to be alone just as she was sure he did. "Yeah..." She mumbled quietly to herself. "That sounds really enjoyable." Kirra herself still lived in the city for god knows what reason, maybe simply because that's where she's been her whole life, and because she wasn't the one paying for her living arrangements. However, she tried to avoid leaving her apartment whenever possible.

Kirra's eyes wandered, taking in her surroundings with a hint of awe and naivety. She could admit, she was slightly envious. A small smile settled onto her lips as she opened her mouth to speak again. Surprisingly, her voice carried a tone of warmth to it as opposed to it's usual cold tone. "No wonder my senses drew me in this direction."

[krazykenny]

quietblaring started following you

❝ Hi! I’m Kenny! ❞

[quietblaring]

Enthusiastic. "Hello. I go by Kirra... Nice to meet you?"

[psyren-archer-blog]

Starter?

[psyren-archer-blog]

“Kirra! That’s a nice name, easy to remember too.” Like I ever could forget this somewhat cranky, scarlet haired Psy user who’s literally dragged me out of a rather sticky situation. “If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of Psy do you use?” My hand unconsciously moves forward every time she stumbles, it wouldn’t do to have her fall and hit her head again I tell myself, but she never does fall, so I bring my hand back again each time.

[quietblaring]

She almost stopped in her tracks at the unavoidable question, but kept on walking. She would just give a simple answer. "In a sense I do mind." Kirra let a small sigh escape her lips. "However, I suppose there is no harm in saying I'm exceptionally gifted in rise. My senses are acute on a normal basis, and even more so when I use rise... that's why my nickname in the organization is Tracker." She stopped there, not going into details about her skills or anything else. "Ah, found one." She spoke without emotion, her gaze turning up towards a nearby fast food facility. "This is what you were looking for, right?" Without waiting for an answer she quickly walked towards the entrance. Really quickly. It probably wasn't the best in her condition but she walked so fast to the front of the small building that you'd think she was running instead.

[psyren-archer-blog]

Starter?

[psyren-archer-blog]

“So… I just realized I haven’t properly introduced myself. The name’s Markus. With a ‘k’, not a ‘c’. What’s yours?” While my voice seems cheerful, I know my eyes have taken on a dead look, similar to those of a soldier who has been forced to kill time and time again. I’m glad she’s turned around and cannot see them. I walk slowly behind her, evaluating what I’ve observed, and what I can infer about her life. She’s almost definitely a fellow Psychier. I’m not sure what her childhood’s been like but it’s probably safe to assume it really sucked, like mine. Her black jacket doesn’t quite fit her, it’s a bit too large, so she probably got it from somebody else, but by what means I’m not sure. She’s also somewhat angry, or at least rather annoyed with me, but I get the feeling that’s pretty normal for her, just like it’s normal for me to resign myself to whatever crazy thing is happening in my life, so that I don’t get riled up enough for Typhon to come out of his shell.

[quietblaring]

"...Markus." She repeated the name quietly to herself, quite unsure if she had heard it before. No, she was quite sure she hadn't, but it bugged her. This guy was truly like her? The fierce, burning look vanished from her scarlet eyes and her shoulders relaxed, now looking a tad more thoughtful. Still a tad confused of the existence of her kind outside of the W.I.S.E. "My name is Kirra." she stated in response in a soft and cool voice, easily comparable to that of a chilly breeze, and rather void of any sign of emotion. This was a small world, clearly, and she felt a tad uneasy about meeting someone like her. Yet at the same time maybe it was a good thing. However, she had her doubts about this person, making her raise her guards. They were almost to the place she planned on going. Kirra stumbling to the side every so often from feeling dizzy still kept on walking without not looking back.

[mischievous-incubus]

quietblaring started following you

[mischievous-incubus]

He chuckles and winks at her with a smiles. He was rather fond of her. “Relax, I’m not here to get in your way. In a sense what your group is doing is admirable though I am worried about you personally. So much hate for the world. It’s not healthy.”

The demon chuckles and stands up. He dusts himself off and keeps on smiling at her. He could tell what kind of future they would happen if her organization had succeed. “What kind of future do you hope to accomplish? What kind of world do you envision? Do you think you are strong enough to obtain the work? I’m interested to know Kirra. I’m also worried about you.”

[quietblaring]

Her eyes were set in a fierce glare. His words, no matter what his intentions were, were so off-putting. This guy had no business just coming into her life this way. "That information should be none of your concern..." She snarled under her breath, feeling that no matter her answer she had no justified reason to give it to him. She knew those answers, and that's all that mattered. She envisioned a world where she was in control of her own destiny. Where life couldn't treat her unfairly any longer. She imagined a world where she was accepted, and not only that but she was powerful and in charge. She would get to the top of her organization, that was certain. Everyone else no longer mattered, she already gave the world a chance. Now everybody was just in her way, they were just her enemy. "Don't waste your time, I don't need your pity." A mixture of insecurity and arrogance often surrounded the girl, this proved it. "You are merely a stranger, anyway." Kirra's tone lowered. "So don't be stupid. You have no connection to me, and I none to you. If what you are worried about is me and not the world, don't waste your time." It was probably the most she ever spoke, but she was certainly firm, and his friendly demeanor only made her more uneasy. 

[suzuki-kato]