Will o' Wisp

"How dare you ruin my owner's last wish?! I will get revenge, no matter what it costs." Apt. C-6 Rank || Citizen Ability || Boosted strength and agility Weapon || Claws A Miike Okoi blog affiliated with Citta Alveare.

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♥♥♥ “Nice to meet you too! I suppose I should give you my name! Tamamo Cat! Nyuhu!” She gave something close to a salute with those big ass paws of her, before focusing her gaze on Miike’s reddening face. Berserker didn’t really feel shame, so it was natural she wouldn’t understand.

“Why not? Is something wrong with me? Am I not cute enough? I think you’re plenty cute!”

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“M-My name is Miike....” At least she wasn’t so flustered to forget her own name. But it was hard to get her thoughts straight in between being called cute and stumbling over introductions

“No! No, I mean... you are very cute but that is not the point.” She took a deep breath. Then exhaled. Time to attempt a proper explanation! 

“I... want food. Specifically, chicken! But I do not have any chicken. We must attempt to earn our chicken and with kissing... erm.. b-because stealing, during these turbulent times, lessen our ... chances at.... success... I ....” It sounded so silly to say this all out loud. She began to deflate, her lips pulled into a pout.

“...I cannot kiss you because I am hungry.”

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♥♥♥ “We can be more than friends!” A paws for dramatic effect. “We can be partners-in-crime!” While it was hard to tell if Tamamo Cat was energetic or an idiot (the answer is both), once could respect her enthusiasm.

“Why not share both? We split the food and the kisses. We could kiss each other too, that’d split them!” See? An idiot.

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“That sounds lovely. My new partner in crime, it’s a true pleasure to meet you.” A fellow youkai as a friend! No longer would she have to hang around humans who’d tease her about heir tails. With a fellow fuzzbutt in tow, there would be no more teasings from now on!

Or so she thought. Her cheeks immediately flared up with a bright, red blush and she shook her head near violently. “N-No! No! W-We do not have to kiss each other-- I don’t even have the chicken to-- We simply cannot!”

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♥♥♥ “Muhuhu! Nope! I’m all alone in this city, just a stray beast wandering without a lover, a friend, or anything!” Tragic as she was, she could get by. She longed for companionship but there were few that saw her as anything more than a nuisance.

“Couldn’t we just steal some of the food then? Then we could get all the kisses we want!”

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“Truly? That’s difficult to believe.” She supposed even beautiful woman had their hardships then. “Well... I’m now a stray as well. I’m not opposed to the thought of being friends, you and I.”

“That... that is... I-I don’t....ahem... We can split it! I will take the food, if you desire kisses that strongly!”

[tamcat-deactivated20160713]

♥♥♥ “Kissing day? Nya… To share a kiss with my beloved!” Too bad there was no such thing.

“Does chicken make you want to kiss someone? I’ve never experienced that before!”

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“D.. Do you have one?” No, that wasn’t a question that needed to asked. With one look at that curvaceous figure, how could this woman possibly be single? Self-consciously, Miike edged her hands up her own chest, cursing their obvious differences.

“I.. I like food! But I often don’t have the coin to spare on my appetite. Free food for a kiss doesn’t sound too bad.”

[straycattales-blog]

“.... National kissing day.” Miike had no objections to the strange holidays celebrated in this city. Most of the festivities she had been able to partake in were charming. Fun even! However...

“I saw quite a fair number of shops celebrating a national fried chicken day as well. Is there any correlation? If I kiss someone, will I receive free food?”

[violet-static]

[お恋]

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@hakuroutengu

Paying for food wasn’t always an option for Miike. On the days when her pockets were hollow and coins chimed in farewells, she relied on second option: hunting. It was an exhiliarating experience; stalking her prey, their image dancing in her pale gold eyes... going on the chase, the wind whipping her hair back as the grass tickled her skin ... and finally, tackling and digging her claws into fresh, warm meat, the gift of life expiring in her hands.

And then plucking its feathers or furs and cooking it in a pot. She was an animal but she wasn’t an animal. Living with humans for most of her life gave her appreciation for the simple act of cooking.

That was what supposed to happen, at least. The stalking and the chasing steps of the plan had been achieved thrice already. But every time she got close enough to grab her tasty bird, an arrow struck it before she could.

IT. WAS. FRUSTRATING. And she could feel her appetite begin to spoil...

“Tch... enough of your mischief. Whoever it is out there, show yourself! Or I’ll take your games for myself!”

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@murderousmorality

“How nice it is to see a familiar face.” 

The words were spoken gently, soft footsteps tapping against the ground as she made her slow approach. At a reasonable distance, Miike stopped and waved at the blue-haired girl, taking a moment to observe. Long hair, an ever present smile and a pair of thick eyebrows she wished she could swipe at... Ryoko. That was her name, wasn’t it?

“Do you remember me? It was quite some time ago... and I doubt I left much of an impression, so I won’t be glum if you do not.” She kept to herself mostly; she doubted that many people would recognize her.

“Has this place been treating you well?”

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Making one more starter call! Capping at 4 for now!

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@kyudoji

Her experiences with samurai had been wholly unpleasant. Witnessing them assault and murder her family, resulting in her owner’s suicide... to the grievances of her fellow bakeneko, tails severed into a nub by youkai slaying warriors. It led to her to being suspicious of nearly anyone wearing clothing resembling their traditional garb or even carrying a carrying a weapon of any kind.  But attacking on assumption would only bring her misfortune as previous encounters had taught her...

So Miike recruited some assistance to do some scouting. Unfortunately, it seemed to have backfired.

Swarming the legs of the silver headed man, dozens of cats pawed and meowed at him with a few jumping up to paw at his ponytail. She had only ask them to observe from a safe distance and observe him not flock him in a purring mass. She tried to gain back their attention with a few taps of her cane but none seemed to have noticed.

“... Do city cats know no discretion? How mortifying...”

[taureaus]

THE BIG SPICIE: A SUMMARY

for those who are lost and/or confused! here’s the rundown!

PART I. Adam Taurus enters a church devoted to worship of the scientists during a wedding. He broadcasts the murder of every single person inside the building.

PART II. Ava Ire drinks a potion that turns her into a vengess. She’s determined to make sure he never hurts anyone else again.

PART III. Ava meets Adam. His forces are turned against him and he is defeated.

PART IV. Ava makes a broadcast of her own. She snaps off Adam’s horns and kills him on camera, declaring the White Fang is now hers and that she will kill anyone who tries to help him again.

PART V. Adam’s final thoughts.

[talonsrpstuffs]

                                    && i’m going to die on my feet

                                         before i live on my k n e e s

[berserkerofgold]

     He was pretty used to whimsical girls like this. At least she wasn’t getting all up in his face or anythi– damn it, she wants him to come closer. Frowning again, he scratches his head– looking left and right– before leaning in a bit.

“Uh… heh, yep. I’ve slain oni before, y’know. And when I was a baby, I could lift entire trees. Heh heh, there’s legends about how strong I am!”

“… A-also, why are we so close?”

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Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a small gasp. Defeating Oni was one thing; she had heard of samurais capable of bringing them down to their knees, although the stories were few. But lifting trees as an infant.... it was astounding! And admittedly, a little deflating in a way. If he was born with that strength then he couldn’t possibly...

“You were correct when you said I shouldn’t speak suspiciously. I fear if  someone were to overheard, they may misunderstand.” Which explained why they were huddled. It also fit the atmosphere. “But I’m afraid I must say something just as questionable.”

“If you are truly that strong... do you think you could train me?”

[berserkerofgold]

     He’d comment no more on her butt (he didn’t even look at it, he was just referring to her tails), and he’d never notice why she kept looking behind her. It didn’t really matter to him, anyways.

She seemed unsurprisingly happy though, as they sat down.

“If you stay stuff like that too loud, you’ll scare the workers here y’know,” he frowns slightly, but decides to merely take a look at his menu as she goes on. “Anyways, Miike, huh? Pretty name for a youkai. Heh, I’m Sakata Kintoki!”

“I’m a hero.”

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“Ahh yes, I should be shushed!” She giggled, opening up her own menu and taking a glance over the options. Some of the rolls were unfamiliar to her... but that only made her want to try it even more. Oh but there had some tasty-looking broths as well! If her tongue could handle the heat then maybe--

“... A hero?” Amazingly, that had been able to take her attention away from the food and back to her flashy host. She leaned forward slightly, beckoning with her hand for him to do the same.

“In other words... you’re very strong?”

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@hardcorebreakbeats

Her ears pick up on the sounds of muffled music, too close to be trapped behind a closed door but still difficult to decipher instruments being used or the lyrics being said. But it was certainly... pretty. Comforting, even. Absentmindedly, she leaned towards the source of the sound, trying to hear it better.

Eventually, her ears press something smooth and round and the music became clearer-- not quite enough but better than before. Though she had no way of knowing she pressed against a pair of headphones. Headphones belonging to someone who was possibly startled by the sudden invasion of privacy

“This is nice...”

[berserkerofgold]

     He grew quiet at that, but– he’d dealt with enough youkai to know when they were similar, anyways. He might be kind of an oaf, but he knew his stuff, after all!

“Heh, aight. C’mon then, fuzzbutt.”

     Snickering to himself, he’d eventually lead the girl away– taking her to the usual Japanese restaurant he frequented. … By now, the people who worked there were beginning to grow used to the strange people he’d bring with him. They trusted him, at the very least.

Asking for a table for two, they’re left to seat themselves, and Kintoki does so.

“Alright! … Oi, don’t order so much, yeah? I’m buyin’ food so you don’t go hungry and attack someone, not to make me broke.” He pauses. “… Oh. What’s your name, anyways?”

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“F-Fuzzbutt... ?!” Her hands immediately fly to her rear and she checked over her shoulder in a bout of self-consciousness. Honestly, to say such a thing to a lady! She spent the whole trip to the restaurant occasionally looking down at her behind.

Finally reaching their destination, she plopped down at her seat in excitement, sniffing the air with a pleased expression.

“Eh heh... of course. I will only eat enough to sate my ravenous blood thirst.” For fish. She wasn’t all too interested in eating a human, with a few sniveling exceptions. But she wasn’t sure if saying that out loud would still allow her to dig in to a free meal. So she’ll play along for now, revealing herself once she’s good and stuffed.

“My name.... is Miike.” It didn’t feel right to lie, at this point. ‘And what is yours?”