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paladout replied to your post: “Ah…” “It’s my birthday today, I almost...
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“Happy birthday Kiara…”
“I guess.”
“Thank you...”
“Ah...”
“It’s my birthday today, I almost forgot... My, where does the time go?”
No Absolution {closed}
There's not much she can fill the days with here that satisfied her like it used to. A defeat and demise by the hands of one unexpected are enough to leave something carved within even the most unchangeable hearts. And though she tried to deny it, these moments of silent solitude wandering the halls of an abandoned churchweighted on her.
But it was all she could do in this strange interim of who she used to be and who she might become, busy herself with keeping this place organized and nea--
❝...❞ A sight for sore eyes to wipe away any and all deep reflections from her mind -- Someone was peeing right into the confessional. It was almost awe-striking, she stares for a moment before clearing her throat.
❝...This is holy property, you know. I think they wouldn't like it if you did that here.❞ She calls softly. Of course, she didn't know much of Christianity and didn't quite care for upholding it, but the Father would definitely be upset if he saw this.
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“That’s not a scarf or a piece of jewelry!”
Tone raising slightly in annoyance, the merchant sighed.
If she was going to be so adamant about the object, then maybe he could just tell her and she could run off already. This woman was just aggravating him. Come on, just say it. Let’s gets this over with, Rinnosuke thought.
“That is… an item used for… sexual release, you see. … I can’t understand what a nun such as yourself would want with that, but I have no need for it in my shop. We don’t sell items like that here.”
Silence pools in the interim of conversation. It continues to pour and fill the room, with one participant having finished speaking and the other having yet to pick it back up. Eventually it becomes too much, the shop drowns in silence, yet Kiara continues to hold a soft pensive expression.
Then, finally,
❝Oh...❞
Starting with a simple vowel, Kiara's lips tremble and sink into a flat line. She looks away, fingers rigid, shoulders tense. And to make matters worse, he was angry, wasn’t he...
❝O-Oh, my... Oh, dear, my.. Ah. I'm... Is that so?❞
❝And I brought it out like this to you? Oh, dear... You must believe me to be a filthy woman now.❞ She appears quite shaken up, honestly, frozen as if unsure how to proceed with bearing such a sin.
The nun was intent on continuing her games, it seemed, much to Hakuno’s own chagrin. There was something the nun had uttered prior to her eventual demise in the Moon Cell that had stuck with Hakuno, haunting her. That Kiara believed Hakuno to not be much different from herself.
It wasn’t true, it was something she’d said for the purpose of eating away at her. That’s what the NPC believed. Yet, it still ate at the back of her mind.
Against her better judgment, she crouched down beside satan the nun, her scarf beginning to emit a faint glow as it acted as an emitter for the codecast she was about to use. She gently grasped the nun’s ankle with her right hand as the energy ran through. Were she actually injured, it would have been healed.
“…Better?” No, she wasn’t like Kiara. She wasn’t. This woman had succeeded in worming into her head. Hakuno hated it, she wasn’t like the nun. She wanted to help people, she didn’t perceive herself as self important, she didn’t crave the lewdness Kiara so did. But perhaps Kiara had predicted she someday might.
The undeserved kindness soothes her bones, much more than any healing spell ever could even if her ankle was actually in pain. She watches Hakuno with quiet amber eyes, smile drifting into a nuetral expression overtime.
It felt good to have Hakuno aiding her, soft fingers against her slim ankle. An expected reaction might be for Kiara to insert a lewd and unprecedented comment, but the chill of a few haunting words stills her wicked tongue.
❝Hakuno...❞ Gently she glances at her own hands, resting upon clothed knee.
Hakuno was definitely like her - Kiara wanted to believe this, and did so . She too wanted to help people, but the love that pushed her actions was one different than the nun's. She couldn't understand, even when her servant had hammered it into her dying mind, it was hard to grasp. Staring, staring, a small movement of the finger, a million thoughts swimming in the cesspool between her ears...
...
Maybe...
❝Will you go on a date with me?❞
sesshouin
“You… You are a follower of God, just as I am! Oh, how I am delighted to meet a sister! Tell me, are you an inquisitor?”
❝Hmmm...?❞
❝Ah... I’m sorry to disappoint you, I don’t think I’m who you’re seeking for. Very, very sorry.❞
“… If… you want to ask me about the nature of an object, that’s fine. But I don’t quite appreciate people telling me what they’ve ‘found’ in my store when it’s not something from my store, Miss. I don’t deal in items of… er… well…”
“… Of the particular sort of use this item is used for, you see.”
And yet he was still avoiding actually saying it.
Tilting her head, Kiara keeps her eyes locked innocently on the now obviously uncomfortable merchant. Yet she is not one to so easily bend, continuing her pure charade of not understanding this at all.
❝I don’t understand...❞
❝What sort of particular use are you talking about? Maybe... Ah,❞ She smiles as if having discovered it herself, picking the object up and lacing it around her neck like jewelery. ❝Some kind of scarf from your world, maybe? Hm.❞ Musing and looking almost proud of herself for figuring it out, Kiara’s fingers keep themselves entertained while clutching to hold the object in place, bending slowly back and forth to rub the edge of her fingertip across its surface.
— { ✦ } sesshouin
In her efforts to map out the town, Byakuren had passed many people, all of which she payed no heed to in hopes of figuring out where it was she had wound up. However, the familiar garb of one woman had caught her attention - another woman of faith i this strange place?
“Hello?”
She called out to the woman, approaching her with a kind smile spread across her face.
“My name is Byakuren Hijiri… A devout monk of the Buddhist faith. Could it be you are a woman of faith as well?”
The smile is returned immediately, warming even further as the stranger offers her title.
❝Oh...!❞
Hands softly clasping as her head dips just so to the side, gazing at the gradient-haired woman with adoration.
❝Yes, I am... There aren’t many who have been able to recognize me as such, it’s very refreshing.❞
❝My name is Kiara Sesshouin, it is a pleasure to meet you. Have you been here long? I’ve yet to run into very few others of the Buddhist faith.❞
The Valentine stared at the woman coddling the baby bird. Was it really that important?
“Why do you care? What does saving a creature who has no direct influence on your life do for you?”
❝Have you ever heard of the concept of karma? What you put out will eventually come back your way... Of course, even if it doesn’t, I wouldn’t mind.❞ Gazing at the bird with the affection of a God-driven woman, she rises.
❝It’s simply the most natural thing to do.❞
Once the other took the cone, Morgan beamed up at the woman and smiled, although when asked if they had met before, it would be a minute or two as he squinted at her a bit, trying to remember who she was. Quickly perking up, he’d nod his head.
“ Oh! Yes, I remember it clearly now! You’re Ms. Kiara! I wouldn’t forget robes like that on anyone! It’s been quite some time since we’ve last talked hasn’t it? How peculiar we’d meet up at such an event after so long! I hope the days have been treating you well? “
Kiara’s positively tickled when he remembers, beaming as if grateful he had recognized her.
❝Oh! I’m so happy that you do...❞
Shifting the ice cream cone in her hand she gazes at the boy. Such kindness reflected in his face, ah, he was too cute! ❝Yes, I have been just fine, thank you... Oh, but there’s no need to speak of me, I’m curious: How have you been?❞
► —— Either Junko was getting rusty at this whole ‘spotting impure people’ gig or this nun was trying to pull the wool over her eyes. Considering Junko had the utmost confidence in her abilities, however, she was quick to assume the latter considering she didn’t seem too quick to try and move away after the arm had been thrown around her. Had this nun truly been against it, she would have at least shied away physically. That was human nature.
“The fuck do you think I mean?” One arm still around the woman’s shoulders. the other hand slid down to poke into her skirt, feeling soft thigh. They were in public, of course, but Junko didn’t even seem to bat an eyelash. She gave zero fucks about anything. “That help at all?”
Kiara wasn’t as clueless as she liked to pretend to be. Even if Junko hadn’t intended anything at all she would have warped her words into something primitive, already indulging in glances over the stretches of exposed skin the other girl showed off so proudly.
But she liked the occasional game of cat and mouse, she liked to be sought-after and teased like she was something truly special.
❝Ah--❞
Inhaling suddenly at the girl’s touch, Kiara feels her face flush warm, not making any attempt to resist.
❝Girls especially should have a little more humility... I-In public, too... don’t you feel any shame?❞
“Ugh…”
Something about this woman disturbed him though. But he shook the feeling away for later.
“No reason…”
❝Good. Then, I think I will stay this way, is that alright?❞ Still smiling, standing.......
...
“O-Oh…. I didn’t realize how late it was! I think I should be OK with wandering around at night. Although…”
“The first sector always tends to confuse me a little, with the change of building locations, so I am a little lost.”
How funny, in the low-light of a glowing moon the girl’s posture and voice might lead the nun’s thoughts somewhere familiar. But Kiara is not jarred by such things that easily.
❝It’s easy to get lost in this part... To be quiet honest, I’m not that sure of where I am either. Maybe we could work together?❞
❝Where are you trying to go, now?❞
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Her compliment tears his attention away from his hands and back to her.
“Oh… uh… ya think I’m cute, miss…?”
A blush passes through his face, and he can’t really help it, c’mon.
“That means a lot comin’ from such an awfully pretty lady, heh…”
A hand rises to cup her cheek, leaning into her palm with an expression of mixed happiness and surprise. As if she’d never heard those words before.
❝Oh!... Cute and sweet. ❞
❝Hee hee, I could just eat you up...❞
Yamashina’s face fell pale. His eyes ran across the floor desperately looking for trace of the key. No, nothing. He couldn’t spot a glint of it. Features straining he shot a glare at the nun.
“ What the hell is your problem exactly?! “
“ Don’t you dare to tell me that was an accident!! You don’t handcuff anyone by accident!! “
He was yelling... She deserved that, though. Kiara can only hang her head in repentance, accepting all of his rage and confusion.
❝...It can’t be helped, I didn’t expect it to go this way ❞ .
She gives a vague answer and looks around the room with languid eyes. ❝I thought an Officer of the Law would know more about freeing himself from his own handcuffs, however... Ah, it’s fine. We’ll search for the key together, how about that? Two heads are better than one.❞
“Look, as much as I’d like to help out yer big uh… social experiment? I don’t see whatcha gotta experiment for. I’m plenty social! I gotta lotta friends at school! What kinda experiment doesn’t even have li'l frogs you cut into, or those beakers that have stuff that looks like kool-aid in ‘em? ‘sides, I gotta be home by dinner tonight, or my dad’s gonna get real sore an’ ground me if he finds out, an’ trust me, he will…”
“… ‘nyways, there’s all these new people I hafta greet, an’ I gotta shake all their hands, ‘cause if I don’t I’ll be rude, an’ I’ve only got..” Pauses. Looks down. “…. two hands!? How can I greet all of these people with only two hands!? Jesus!…. an’… you’ve stopped listenin’ to me haven’t ya?”
❝ Oh no, please go on... ❞ No, actually, she’s kind of half-stopped so you’re half-right, right?
❝...You’re very cute, you know.❞