Warm, Heartfelt Feelings in the Bitter Cold ;; {Closed RP with swordsmanofadistantstar}
Ah, yes. It had been the fourth season of the year again, and the last it would be. It had meant the days would grow short, and the night would last longest in it's time. Mima enjoyed this time of year a lot, since it gave her plenty of power during the moon's proudest time of shining, and it's longest performances of the year. But, even so, there was always one major downside to the winter along with this gain, and of course, it was something that had always made her turn down the outside.
"FbfbfffhhOOLY SHIT--" The spirit recoiled from the outside and back inside quickly as she could, escaping from the bitter cold that stood waiting for her outside. "YEESH, it's fucking freezing outside..!" Ah, yes. Climates changes and dropped temperatures, Mima's absolute favorite.
The spirit soon peeked her out again out of the door, now cloaked in much heavier clothing (a pea coat and a capelet at that, as well as a large skirt with plenty of long petticoats underneath) that was lined with animal skins on the inside and covered with heavy wool, and finally lined over with dark blue silk to make it look pretty and shiny, and some white rabbit fur peeking out from the undersides, as well as a knitted silver scarf and a little sock to keep around her tail. She, of course, was still wearing her leather gloves and cape, as they had always a slight trusty signature of her appearance, as well as a convenience for herself. She kept her usual blue wizard hat on, as she could never go outside without it!
Now, that was done, she continued her way on, already knowing the first spot to visit. It was December, correct? That means it was a special time, indeed, for the spirit, and another of a contrasting warm color. No, it wasn't Christmas, nor any Jewish holiday or another holiday relating to a religion. New Year's Eve? No, no, that's too less for celebration. But why, it was the spirits' anniversary! Now, surely, nobody could forget that day in the forest, could they? When those confessions were given and their love was finally sparked in connection, of course the spirit had! Surely, she'll deeply regret wearing all of this heavy clothing into Jigoku, but she had a solution to that problem.
The onryou reached into her coat, shuffling in it, before pulling out a small doll. Lingering her hand over it, she spoke quietly underneath her breath, though the condensation her mouth gave off made it obvious she was speaking, speaking a spell of puppetry, which she had 'learned' from Alice(if you want to call stealing one of her books learning.). Soon enough, the wooden puppet, though poorly made leaped to it's feet in Mima's hand. She slowly lowered the puppet down into the snow, which thankfully wasn't too deep, allowing it to waddle down to it's destined location.
It probably took the poor doll about an hour to finally end up where the Yaksha ever was in Jigoku. The puppet hopped up and down, chasing down after the Yaksha, falling once or twice, before finally grabbing onto Konngara's sleeve and tugging on it, soon to be literally dragged across the hot ground by the larger force, a soft rattling sounding from the clacking of it's wooden feet.
