#ic mitama

[starry-eyed-poet]

Starter for @murderofmuses

She had just wanted to take a stroll along the hiking trail. She never knew it would have ended up like this. Now she was lying on the forest floor, bleeding out. Two bandits had mugged her, stabbed her when she tried to resist, and ran off with all of the gold she had on her person. She could hear nothing but her steadily slowing breathing and heartbeat. She couldn’t move. There was no way she was going to make it back to Shirasagi before.... well.... before she lost too much blood. Just as her father had told her many times before, everybody dies, and it seemed to be her time. She squeezes her eyes shut, and waits for death to take her.

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Ako pokes her nose.

“mmhhh?” Mitama had fallen asleep under a tree… but where was she now? This was not the garden of Castle Shirasagi. “Where am I?” She looks down. She was wearing a sweater and jeans? She somehow was transported to a modern day universe. The girl that had found her sleeping on the ground was wearing some… interesting clothes, and had purple pigtails. “Who… are you?”

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“On my day of birth/ I wish to stay in my bed/ just writing haiku.”

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"YO BLANKET QUEEN! Pillow Kingdom sent ya the cookies, we expect payment for our stuff!" Dickson has fortified himself behind pillow walls.

All dickson could hear was a soft whimper when another loud boom of thunder sounded.

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“What in Hotoke did I come back to?”

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"WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!" Oh gods it's Dickson. "That's 20 in a minute! New record!"

“U…um…. twenty…. what exactly?” Mitama had been sitting in the garden when Dickson came passing through. She couldn’t help but be curious about what it is that he was doing.

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@sweetestest-ninja 

Continued from here:

Mitama shook her head and glanced up at him from under her blanket. “Trust me Asugi... I am not ill... but I do know what is wrong with me...” She sighs and allows the blanket to fall down past her face and neck. 

Two things would catch the other’s eye immediately. One would be the sharp canines that were now protruding from between her lips, sharper than they should normally look. The second thing was two small marks on the side of her neck. They looked fresh... they had not healed up quite yet.

She glanced away from Asugi, not wanting to say another word to him unless she was asked to explain herself. She didn’t want to have to force her friend into having to stay with her now that she was an undead monster.

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“Ahh.... night time... so energized.... who wants to play~?”