Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2013 1:16:40 GMT -5
[[ooc: FUCK YEAH. PAGE TWO. FINALLY #TeamNachos]]
Maybe the old scarecrow was a glutton for punishment. Maybe he liked being taunted and bullied. Hm. Well, it made sense. Remorse was a hell of an emotion to feel. It was something many people succumbed to. There was no doubt that remorse was nasty. But, honestly, to Miho, it wasn't bad. There was something much worse than remorse. Panic. Panic was horrendous. To be thrown into a fit of instability and mindlessness; God, everything around you just felt like hell. Death was heavenly when you experienced never ending panic. Well, it only felt never ending. It could be a minute but true panic had the power to set one's mind into a frenzy. You don't even think straight when you were in that state. It was the epitome of pain.
Well, Miho thought so. If she could send someone into a state of panic then maybe... maybe she won. To send everyone into a state of raw panic. Ah, it sounded like a dream. If she could just do it instantaneously everything would be amazing. She could achieve that with Marcelius though. He hadfeelsemotional powers as well. Miho suddenly saw her future get very, very bright. Missions would become waaaay easier. The thought excited her. However, that left her with a problem. She would become very dependent on the old man and that would leave him with all kinds of power over her. The last thing she needed was another man with power over her to leave her left for dead. She wasn't going to have any of that thank you very much.
The more this went on though, the more her guard was going down. What a nasty habit she had. At least, she thought so... but would it be so bad to accept him? He knew everything about her and he probably knew her weaknesses. Some of them at least. He knew what made her tick. Hell, he made her cry. When you cried...you were more vulnerable than ever. They say your tears are either one of two things; They're either hot and passion and distress filled...or cold and leaded with happiness. Miho was never a happy person which meant she had tears of the former. It made her feel all hot and bothered and, well, she didn't like it. When the monster cried, she felt like she couldn't move. Not because she was physically unable to, oh she was ALWAYS primed for an assault, but mentally, she couldn't bring herself to. It was feeling of defeat that came from within in when she cried.
No one ever made her cry. Maybe she had a lot saved up. Pent up and released in that moment. If he'd met her before she left on her little trip, she would've been at him with more ferocity. Miho was uncontrollable at one point. She'd even outright told Kuroi she was going to kill him one day. She followed him because he was powerful and she'd follow him and ONLY him. No one else. Not even Rio. Miho wanted to be seen with strongest and that's what Kuroi was. He was at the top of the food chain. Everyone else could go to hell for all she cared. Was it harsh? No. She'll see 'em there eventually. Miho knew damn well she was slated for hell just like everyone else...Save for the teal haired twit and her brigade of pansies. They were the real goody two shoes of this place. Still, going to hell and coming out wasn't on her list. Sorry, but when you looked like Grimoire, you just wanted nothing to do with it.
Isn't that all the more reason to strive for power? If you're strong, you live. If you're weak, you die. That's the way it is. That's how the world worked. That's how they ALL worked. Miho wouldn't have it any other way. Her soul was strong and the more she fought, the more she felt her power grow and grow...Granted, she wasn't the most powerful of Las Noches but there was always room for improvement. That included training and growing as a person...whoops. Nope. She lacked any sort of humanity or empathy. Or at least, that's what she'd like to think. It took something special to elicit those kinds of feelings. Something deep. Something raw. Otherwise, Miho was hardened; steeled for all tragedies and unfortunate events on every end of the spectrum. Even more than before thanks to some nice, delightful, recent events. Bastards.
She could tell she angered him. Miho was a bloodhound when it came to that stuff. Did he not like being called by his own real name or something? It was a sign of respect in her eyes. She didn't understand the philosophy behind it but, whatever. If it really bothered him that much, all he had to do was open his goddamned mouth that he likes to open so much and just tell her. Not all of us had the gift of gab, mind reading and other intrusive things. She looked at his tired form with curiosity. Miho looked as if she were going to say something... but she never opened her mouth. "...Can you hear me now?" She blinked. She wanted to know the extent of his abilities. It would be pretty wicked if he heard that. It was like talking...only...with your mind! Not only that, but you can coordinate some pretty sick moves.
Yes, that's right. It's 100% correct! It was so absolute!! She had his emotions wrapped around her little finger. She loved it. That power. The ability to toy and manipulate with someone's feelings. He knew she was doing it right now! This was how the predator caught its prey. Like a fly in a venus trap, they were all done for is she so willed it. They were her canvas and she had all the mediums and paint at her disposal. She painted the right picture and just like that... they were sold! The fools! Heh. Marcelius could probably learn how to do the same thing. The same thing as in be cruel enough to twist someone around his finger. The thought of him actually being able to do it for malicious purposes actually intrigued her...But that could easily be done when he was in her company. Would he know how? No.. Not at the moment...But it could happen with time.
Ugh. How disgusting. She wanted to get from Point A to point Point Z instantaneously. She didn't want to wait for it to happen but she had no choice. He had what she lacked and vice versa. The more that thought sank in, the more frightened she was. Honestly... Kuroi couldn't have picked 'em any better. He didn't even know she was coming back and yet here he was, on a silver platter. A comrade who was fully compatible with her powers; even more so than Nijuu could ever hope to be. Not that the idiot would want to be. He had a certain flare of his own that didn't work completely. He was still good to have around though. That fact never changed. Still, if Nijuu couldn't be around her it meant that maybe she would be even better off with this new comrade. Oh my...Miho coming to accept someone's existence? How rare. He had value but the was a chance that maybe she could place a little bit of trust in him.
That was her rule after all. You never give someone 100% of yourself. That was the quickest way to death. She was sure Marcelius wanted her to accept him. Who in the all the worlds combined didn't want acceptance? No matter how much they shut it out. No matter how much they isolate themselves. It was futile. Everyone wanted to be liked or accepted in some little way. It was only natural to feel that way. It wasn't so much as a flaw in her eyes. However, it is not so easy to trust people. After all, Miho had deceitful people all around her. She could do a 360 and see 'em all. Kuroi. Nijuu. Kouen. Kaito. Yuka. You think it's so easy to tear that chest cavity open? Think it's so easy to reveal that disgusting organ... That thing...That stupid thing. It was red and it made involuntary beats to keep you alive...except when you met someone you actually give a damn about...Then it starts acting weird and you open up to them and then everything goes down hill.
He didn't make promises to her though. He didn't tell her he was going to save her. Maybe he knew that it wasn't his place to do that? He kept it real. He just wanted to see her do well...Kinda like a real dad. Huh. A real dad. Not that she held any malice towards her biological father but, he died. He wasn't around for her after 8 years old...or somethin' like that. That was all Yuka's fault. Still, Marc didn't give her false hope. He'd been honest with her yet, it was in her nature to not be too trusting. It was in her nature to not be to accepting; she was always going to be weary. After all, a simple little mistake could leave you open and left for dead. She started to feel conflicted. Miho truly didn't know what to do with this particular individual. Should she just... accept him? It wasn't like she couldn't kill him if he decided to do something horrible to her...
But why wait until something like that happens? Deal with the problem now, right? But, her biggest question was whether her was a problem or not to begin with! Agh. The more she tried to figure it out, the more frustrated she got. Well...She could be screwed either way. Damned if she accepted him. Damned if she didn't. Okay, with that logic....ah...no...Maybe she shouldn't. She was caught in a game of tug of war where she was the middle. The part of her that wanted to trust and the other that wanted nothing to do with the old man were caught in a battle that was something fierce. She couldn't do a damn thing about it. It was so aggravating! The last time she gave someone a chance... well, we all know how THAT went. Ah, it's as they say~ Once bitten, twice shy...right?
Sigh...There was no distracting him. He really seemed like he wanted to talk. Yet, he didn't. He was on to her already. It was remarkable. Nothing got pass that old crone's eyes. Well, she should've known better. Marcellius was observant and even while knowing what he was capable of, she still dared to defy and deceive him. Though, that only came from not wanting to talk about Kaito. In truth, Marcelius was the only one that knew about her post. That's right. Not even Kouen OR Kuroi knew a thing about her past. They knew what was on the surface not was underneath. They thought they had her figured out. They didn't. The knew she was hurt but never bothered to care or know why. Well, maybe Kouen would've known if they actually sat down and talked about in length. Alas, that didn't happen.
What would've happened if he knew, though? Would things between them be different? Would he hate her for the kind of person she was and still is? Well, he accepted her the way she was now but to hear about what she did in her past is an entirely different thing. People oftentimes liked to condemn you for your decisions in the past. They weren't mistakes though. No. She never thought of them that way. Not once. She wouldn't have done anything different and she did everything she could given her situation. She was in charge of her own destiny and she what she wanted. Somehow, she escaped hell and ended up here. It was weird to think about. Sometimes she even believed that maybe she was truly meant to be a leader despite being a fraccion.
Could she be an Espada? Now? No. She didn't care for it at the moment. Maybe she could in the future, but she didn't care for it right this moment. She got through her story and then she'd say that he wasn't happy in the slightest. Maybe he looked down upon her. Well, that was natural... But Miho also knew it wasn't because of her life story. It was the fact that she'd shown that she outright didn't trust him despite putting himself on the line. That in her own way, she'd rejected him. Huh. Maybe she should've considered what she was doing to him. He just wanted to work with her. Just searched for his own little niche and when he thought he found it with her, she turned him away...And for what? Cause she's scared? Tch. She was fucking Miho Shoga. She wasn't scared of shit...right? Well that was true with the exception of Grimoire Acero. That thing...that thing was terrifying.
Still, Marc didn't have a single expression on his face. Nothing. Nada. She tilted her head in curiosity. It would be then, his hand rose, palm faced up. Miho blinked. What was he trying to do? She looked at his face. then his hand and back to his face. Like a cautious animal, she watched his face for some sort of reaction. Unsure of what he was trying to do or what his intentions were. She stared him for a few moments, apprehensive before she let out a sigh. She rolled her eyes, already thinking of strings of curses and nasty thing she could lash out at him with. She moved her hand closer to his, stopping inches before she rested her palm in his, looking at him for a moment; as if it was the point of no return. She wasn't sure what he was up to but she eventually decided to give him her hand. "Close your eyes, and try to clear your mind..."
She did as she was told. Trying to clear her mind but her nasty thoughts with interfere..well not really, they were always there of her own volition. And she was perfectly fine with it. Well, she was until.. "Keep your snark to yourself. Save it for later..." She kept her eyes closed but her lips would spread into something akin to a demon's grin as she chuckled. He knew her this well already. It was hilarious that he knew what was going through her mind. She couldn't help the snark; it was too much fun. However, since he asked so... ugh... nicely, she'd comply. Miho relaxed, the demons of her mind resting for a moment and her breathing at a steady even pace. Her grin faded as she waited for something to happen. In this moment, she'd truly let her guard down. Was he gonna show her a silly magic trick or something? Tch.
She saw darkness. Endless, everlasting darkness. She blinked a couple of times, unsure if she was seeing right. Where was she? She looked around and it was dark as far as the eye could see. Nothing. Just darkness. Miho narrowed her eyes. Just what the hell was he trying to show her? She waited around for a moment and she still couldn't see anything...But she heard something. Left? No! Right?..Above? Wait...Where was it coming from? Miho did spins and turned her head in all kinds of crazy directions. Where was it coming from? She heard noise but couldn't identify the source. It got louder and louder...and when Miho balled her fists, she clenched tighter and tighter. What the fuck was it? She couldn't do anything but listen to this miserable crap. She noticed the figures; shadowy and daunting. They were all around her now. They were different in some way. It was strange.
Instruments. That's what she heard. Like some kind of tune. It was everywhere...Or at least, that's what it felt like. She couldn't tell what was going on but there was so much noise...She didn't like it. Miho remained still, trying to make some sense of what this all was. She heard voices..voices of all kinds. Voices with a new story to hell. Stories of the hellish variety for sure. They never shut up....And then her eyes laid upon his receding form. Doubled over in agony and pain. It tugged at Miho's itty bitty heartstrings to see such a sight. She almost moved forward; wanting to try and help the old man. Then she took a moment to think. She'd given him her hand and closed her eyes and now... there was this nasty choir polluting this place. They didn't go anywhere special...and it sure as hell didn't feel this way in her heard...but maybe this was what it was like to was in Marcelius Despres' shoes. To hear intense volumes and sounds of all ranges and varieties from the littlest things.
Was this what it was like to be in his head. She shifted about uncomfortably as an unforgiving shiver ran slowly her spine. She had no words for it. All Miho could do was watch as the old man suffered as these shadows. Could she do nothing to make them shut up? No one should be making this old scarecrow suffer. No one but her. Only she was allowed to make people miserable. Who the fuck were all these phantom menaces!? It downright pissed her off. Still, she was amazed...He lived with this. Every day. Every second. It never stopped. He just...accepted it. That's the crazy part. "Your reasons are both known, and a part of me. They were my own, so long ago. Where I was defeated, you thrived. That is why I would see you succeed, and push you forward towards the victories you are entitled. Miho, you may not be what I imagined, but you are still the family I have longed for..." He was louder than the rest. Her eyes widened with surprise at hearing his words. He really wanted someone to call family. No ulterior motives. No hidden meanings. No need to read between the lines... It was as raw as it gets. He wanted to see her do well in her endeavors...like a parent would.
Miho didn't notice he'd open his eyes. She was still lost in the thought that someone want family. After a moment or so, her eyes fluttered open. Her hand remained as she still thought over what she'd just seen. Miho saw him in an entirely different light. She didn't look at him. She didn't have to in order to know he had some pained expression on his face that normally would have had her squealing in delight. How odd. The devil felt some sympathy for the old man. So much that she realized how weird she was acting. He might've even noticed it but seeing a huge a...whatever that was choir in someone's mind or...some trippy shit like it...makes you feel kinda spacey and crappy. Miho knew all of it was strenuous on his elderly body. It was even in his tired voice. "Was my answer...sufficient..."
She remained like that for a few minutes. Thinking, thinking, thinking...That tug of war game she had earlier was over. A winner was decided. Yeah. There was no more tossing between thoughts. No more "what ifs" and "should I's". Miho made a firm decision. "...Fine." She looked at him with that dangerous trademark smirk of hers. She stood up and didn't let go of his hand. In fact, she'd pull the old geezer to his feet if he so willed it. If he didn't then that was cool too, but she was gonna do something. "You don't think I intend to let you rest and rot away do ya, pops?" her smirk grew in a grin. She watched his face for a moment to see if he'd react before moving on. The malicious girl looked at her beloved zanpakuto and sighed. She guessed she wouldn't regret it. She could do one little thing..
"I don't do this for just anyone." she said pulling Chernobog out of the sand. "...Who better to share this with than stinkin', rotten family...Am I right?" she laughed lightly as she walked away from him, She slashed at the air in an effortless cleaving movment. It was to remove any pesky dirt or lingering sand grains off her beloved monstrosity of a blade. She took a couple steps away from Marc before facing him. Her broadsword was being held in a horizontal manner. She smiled but her eyes regained the ferocity they once had. Seems like she was 100% back after the two of them went on a nice little #feelstrip. When was the last time she'd done this? It'd been ages. She didn't like showing off but this was still fun to her. "Descend heartless angel, Chernobog!"
That's right, she'd come to accept him. In her own way. Showing him her release took a lot. Miho showed it to people that deserved to see it. Marc was one of those people. For now, his vision of her would be totally obscured. From the moment that demon's name left her lips, she'd been enveloped in pitch black, smokey reiatsu. Would you expect it to be any other color? After the way she boasted about turning even the most innocent of lambs to the most feral of wolves....Okay no. That didn't actually work but surely, you get the point? Her reiatsu was sinister and tainted. It was like if anyone else had touched it, they'd feel sick. That wasn't a real effect but that's the aura she gave off. It was just as she'd said; she surrounded herself in darkness. She reveled in it and shroud
Her hair, while still ravenous, was much longer. It reached lengths that most would deem almost impressively beautiful. It was weird to say it was a beautiful thing. She was fill with all these negative emotions. She didn't feel that way at all. In the same manner as before, her fringe was longer as well. It was all straight and silky. Well kept for a little demoness. Her hair gave off the appearance that it was just that much darker than before; almost inhuman. Then again, what was ever humane about her? Floating above her head were 5 halos that appeared to be made of only the darkest and sturdiest material. It was very much unlike an angels halo which gave off a nice heavenly golden glow. Nope. It didn't even glow. It was black and seemed to be made out of bone or something.
Still, through all the darkness of her hair, they weren't enough to hide her eyes though. Not enough to cover those charcoal-toned, potent irises. They weren't scarlet any more. No more vibrant fiery tones to burn people with. It was all blotted out by the darkness. It was completely devoid of any spark of good or any twinkle of light. Just pure, everlasting darkness in those malicious eyes of hers. Eyes were windows to one's soul. Maybe Marc would see it. He would see the nature of her release. Smoke & Mirrors is what it mostly was but one good look into that menacing pair of hers would be more than enough words. Maybe worth a thousand. That infamous pair of her's drew you in and kept you captive until she so willed it.
Miho, in this state, was completely devoid of color....Marc really wouldn't see a trace of it. Her skin was the very same shade as the moon that hung over them every 'day' and every night. Oddly enough, she was no longer in Kuroi-approved attire. She wore a black dress with white trimmings. Maybe she was a tad bit scantily clad but it was okay. It was a dress that showed off just a bit of her hips and the back was opened. The cut of the dress taking daring dips to her lower back as six raven toned, feathery appendages sprung open to life, flaring; three on either side. Her arms would be covered; gloves with the same white trimming running high up her arm stopping just below her shoulders. They were almost similar to the heeled boots she wore that were quite obviously made to kill. Though, that would be in appearance only.
She looked like an angel of ill fate. The hellion floated a few feet in the air with her now chainsaw broadsword in her hand. One hand rested on her hip as she looked down at him, the corner of her lips curled, almost smiling, in a daring fashion. "Come." she said simply. Her blade rose, moving up into a defensive position. In the next moment, the clamorous roar of a chainsaw that threatened life itself could be heard; the blades around her broadsword moving exactly like a real chainsaw. "You wish to know so much about me? This is as raw as it gets, pops. I can say that maybe three people have seen my release. You would be the fourth. Though, when I release, I make sure I'm in some sort of fight that'll get nice and bloody. I'll show you just how dark things are going to get...Be careful" She meant no malice with her words. She truly did want him to be careful around her. Knowing what was in his head, she was aware her powers could have a nasty, nasty affect on him. Alas, he'd need a taste of what she could do regardless. It was necessary for him to know and the only way to know something was to feel it.
A necessary evil... she quite liked that~
Miho's Remaining Reiatsu: 2800/3200