Merged, But now What? (Closed Social)

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

It had been a bit of time since the training exercise. admittedly Jyuria was still feeling a little tingly here and there, a full 12 hours of sleep left you feelin kinda spacey. But in any case, Jyuria did feel a little...odd. She had been impressed by Alicia. Sure they had been vicious. But when thigns had come down to it, she had accepted her defeat, and let many of the recruits live. So Jyuria felt a little obligated, considering her rash judgement of the woman.

Making her way down the silbern's hallways, it took no time at all for her to wind up making her way to the Ritter's quarters. She paused, looking around, noticing exactly where her room used to be. That big letter on the door. "T"..... She shook her head, clearing her throat before knocking gently on the door. Here goes nothing.

[Alicia Maine]

The smell of sweat and blood cooked in the closed off room. She was hurting every time she bounced. The red stains grew beneath the bandages ever so slightly, but she didn't care. Her nerves danced and brain ascended to her own version of heaven. Everything she felt, every bolt of electricity that surged through her body, every ounce of pain only told her one thing. She was alive. The pair of heavy breathing didn't sync as much as suppose to. Her new partner today was eager, but sucked. Blonde spiky hair, short in terms of length. Subtly cut in the abs and physique. Her type? Not really. He just seemed as though he would perform well, and he did to some extent. The more he pushed onto her, the better she felt. She felt pain, but alive as well.

The cast on her left arm made it hard for her grasp him. Those bandages wrapped around her ribs made each breath a test. Her legs felt wobbly for who knows to what extent. It didn't matter. She needed more. None of it was enough. Hours ago she had the new Soldats undergo a life or death training exercise. To weed out the weak and the helpless. At the same time, to give those a taste of what real combat was like. Bitter sweet. Bitter in its ruthlessness and pain, but sweet in its experience and knowledge that it brings. Plus, it was fun for her too. So all around it was pretty successful she had to say. Yeah yeah, she did get some what of a scolding from some of the other Sternritters, but she didn't care. None of them were willing to take the measures that were necessary to refine the Quincies. None of them did. Though, there were a few of among the Ritters that did praise her. That she enjoyed very much.

Still, in the shadows she knew what they called her. "Monster" and "freak." Words that are thrown without remorse and just as regularly as breathing. Alicia didn't care. It made her feel alive. The more pain she felt without holding it back meant that she could still feel something. Some part it means to be human. Human huh? Didn't really think that she would be thinking of something like that. What it means to be human in a world that is insane. She didn't know. She was the most sane person. Unlike the man that she was on top of, who looked to be both pleased and scared shitless at the same time. Heh, it was pretty funny to see.

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

"S-someone's there?" Alicia smile remained, tipping towards the origin of the noise. "Well then, it was fun while it lasted, heh." Like the very essence of the man was taken straight out from his body the man went albino. He didn't breath for the first few seconds until he realized that he was being kicked out. Only half dressed Alicia gave him the boot out of her room. Only then did the Sternritter realize that the person outside her room was really one of those Soldats that she was training. The unusual one. She chuckled to herself as she did wonder why the surprise visit of all times. Even more funnier when she saw the poor man stumble out half dressed. Heh.



(Just as a reference)

The woman's bare skin was scarred. Heavily scarred. Her bare shoulders and wrists were stained with the wounds that have been healed over the girl's years. Her back riddled with them. Lumps of skin missing from the abuse of syringes. Forcibly, those wounds were not self inflicted by any means. What was suppose to be a healthy girl was nothing more than a complete albino girl. Very much like her exterior, the interior was just as dead.

"Come in." Now remember, Alicia is also half dressed. Really just using her bed sheet to robe around herself. Her strands of of white hair remained frizzy and tangled, just plain messy. Well past her hips, her hair straightened by the woman's trimmed nails as she sat down on the chair beside her window. The room itself was dark, messy. Personal belongings and clothes scattered along the floor and bed. Blood stains easily noticeable on the pearl mattress and robed bed sheet. The dimly lit night shinned through the stained glass window to reflect Alicia's prized red eyes. Those dark red spheres examined the girl in front of her with legs crossed. Her smile didn't fade nor falter from when it was first seen. Her lips parted for soft snicker, "Heh, what can I help you with?" she said.

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Jyuria had met a good number of vandereich in her day, from a number of different kreeds and oaths. So when she saw the door open, that naked recruit scurrying from the ritter's chambers, looking white as a ghost as they scampered out like some pup. The woman paused, a little surprised that Alicia would have such entertainments, the woman seemed more reclusive. But in any case, Jyuria stepped inside, pausing when she noticed that Alicia was less than fully dressed.There was the shadow of her instincts that squirmed inside of her, that little parasite of emotions that roused itself, but otherwise Jyuria remained fairly calm.

She was still much larger than Alicia, and it did show on her face that she was reminded of this. She supposed that when faced with danger, a threat seems much larger than it was. Alicia practically looked like she could be picked up in just one of Jyuria's hands. But, in any case, Jyuria cleared her throat softly,regarding the woman with a gentle salute before she spoke, a smile cracking across her features, calm and...relaxed. "I came to see if you were alright. I was a little worried I might have done one too far. But I guess if the white angel's already getting her shine then I had nothing to worry about."

A pause, a brief moment as she realized how...casual she felt around the woman. It was a little strange but she felt oddly....akinned to the woman since their fight. She didn't disrespect them, or think them weak, or herself very strong. She simply felt as though for some reason she was past the point of maintaining formality. She shrugged the musing offf, in much the same way her jacket shrugged from her body, uniform dropping behind her and showing the sleeveless top she wore beneath her usual uniform. "I'm here off duty. Which I guess is hard to tell in my uniform. Not that I have other clothes." she noted a bit ruefully, even despite the smile on her face. "I know our little training ended with a bit of a bang. But...well..." She paused, actually chuckling a little to herself. She'd hoped to patch things over, make sure the woman wasn't upset over the damage she'd done to them. maybe let them know how pretty and strong they were. But they honestly didn't seem... hindered.

She was injured, this was obvious. But the fact of the matter still stood that Alicia seemed...oddly...uninhibited. If the young man had been any indication, a fact that caused her to idly fold her legs in habit of concealment. "I know you've probably never heard of me. I used to be a Ritter. A few... incidents occurred, and I'm earning my way back up the ranks. I hopefully plan on making my old rank again soon. So I figure, we're probably going to be ending up working together. So I figured I may as well get to know ya." She reasoned idly, heedlessly allowing her eyes to wander the woman's body, curiously assessing the various damages the girl's body seemed to have suffered.

It wasn't an uncommon story. Especially among pure quincy, so many free quincy had such a horrendous distaste. When you think someone is evil there's no end to the cruelty people are capable of. WHOEVER it was that had done....this to Alicia, she surmised they were a few of a scattered many. "But if you want I can just as easily leave. IF you're....body flushing the pipes." she added.

[Alicia Maine]

Alicia snickered. At first she thought that it was just her eyes playing tricks on her in the shadows, but it was really that the girl was much larger than her. But the size wasn't what she cared about. Not the past of the girl, not her size, or the fact that she was here on business or not. None of it mattered. The attitude that she had was much like those that of the Soldats that she encounters on a daily basis. Proper and groomed, not that she was herself. Alicia wasn't like the Quincies that were in the Vandenreich, not by a long shot. Much of time being raised was beyond their reach, from those that would feed her the false truths of the Empire, and of the world. She knew the truth alright. None of it was true.

Alicia made little movement as she rustled a bit in her chair. The aching pain that she felt tingled. Her body remained much numb to what happened in the training session. But "It is fine. I actually feel very much refreshed with all of .... this." Her bandaged arm rose from her side slowly. Wincing at it so slightly that it came back down to rest. The girl was known to be a Sternritter. A time before Alicia became part of the Vandenreich Empire. A time when Alicia discovered the truth of the world. It would seem that she was working to regain such a status, and with that result, it meant that they would be working together. A fellow Sternritter would their ranks.

Sternritters came and went, so much that Alicia never did take care to remember them. Very few have come to be acknowledged by Alicia, mostly due to either being in terms of strength, or due to her connection to them. Perhaps that was the thing with her and others. The only real connection that she had with others was with pain. Being tied down, the injections, the abuse that she was forced to carry through those years in the hospital, everything manifested into the form of mind that Alicia melded to the current day. The only connections that she had with people was pain. The only sense that made her feel anything. That very feeling was what Alicia desired to share with others, and that same feeling that kept people away from her. If not for her position, people would avoid her altogether. So, when Jyuria asked to learn about her only surprised her.

Ranks and power didn't mean anything to her. In a sense, Alicia was very contradicting. Power to her didn't mean anything to her in sense of rank. The girl lacked respect for those who would demand it, or, would believe they are deserving of anything. Power, in a sense, was more seen as a potential for Alicia to perhaps gain something out of it. That sense, it was really based on the individual who wielded that so called power. Perhaps it was her way of judging people, who to put effort into. The effort that would potentially help her reform herself. To regain what she had lost before. Maybe "I'm fine with you staying, not like I have anything to hide. Just let me know what you would like to know?"

Alicia didn't really put any effort to cover herself. She simply eased herself further into the chair. She never did think that Jyuria was inferior to her in any way. It was simply just a job that she was ordered to take care of. And if anything she could do, that was bringing the horrors of the world to them. Lots of recruits and virgin Soldats would piss themselves when entering a real life and death situation. For those who would hesitate in the future would only get their comrades killed. Their incompetence would lead into a disaster. So, Alicia rectified the situation. Easily enough, and gave her what she wanted as well. The sense of living again. Her eyes never left Jyuria, as she remained curious about the woman. So she would obviously be curious as to what the girl would want from her.

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

She was a little distracted by Alicia's lack of clothing, a slight look of concern as her eyes wandered the woman's form, the hotness aside as she eyed those many scars before her attention shifted back up in response to the question. Jyuria sat beside the woman and took on something of a thoughtful look as it did occur to her that she hadn't expected an interview-style interaction. She had.... actually she wasn't quite sure WHAT she'd expected, but she supposed it was just her job to wing it at this point.

"Whatever you're willing to share. Honestly you're one of the more tame Sternritter that I've met to be honest. Most are rather volatile." She noted, and not even referring explicitly to Amalia at that point. Even Caesar was notorious for being very violent toward contradiction. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts before she cleared her throat. "You're not cold are you?" She ventured, at long last deciding to address the lack of the woman's clothing, that look of concern written across her features.

[Alicia Maine]

"Cold? Tamed?" Now that is funny." Alicia laughed. The ideas that those two words being used to describe her was absolutely hilarious. Never once did anyone who such words to really describe her, and that due to her personality and record. Firstly, being told that she was tamed was something that was completely out of left field. She was anything but tamed. Not entirely impulsive, but she does follow through three-fourths of the time with what she desires. As for what Jyuria saw for herself, Alicia does what she wants, and when she wants it. The girl really had little to no regard as to respect, of course, she wouldn't force it on others. Unless she had no other alternative then to use her rank to make it happen.

Alicia wasn't one to follow rules or regulations. That was something that made the Sternritter different from the rest of the Quincy among the Vandenreich. She didn't stick to their sense of morals or routine. Unlike them, she was willing to do whatever it took to succeed. She wasn't bound to their sense of code. Among all of them, she was most likely the only one with real life experience. The only one whom has gone to the void and understood the truth about the world, and of their so called faith. Heh, it was all bullshit. For her to worship their so called Emperor was just as bad as placing a turd on a pedestal and calling it Lord. No, that wasn't what she was going to do, or be.

As for being cold, she wasn't. Just the idea of thinking that someone was actually concerned with what she did was funny too. On average, people would want her to get sick, pale, and die. Anything that will keep her away from the Soldats and their missions. All of them did not want anything to do with Alicia. Like she cared anyhow. But to see that this girl actually help bring the thought to her head, it was a first to see. That was what she found to be funny. "Sorry sorry, I don't mean to laugh, just that no one has ever said such things to me. Like ever." she chuckled more so than ever to the point where her stitched sides began to hurt. "But no, I'm not cold at all. But I think you are a bit too formal for something like this." she said eyeing the woman's attire.

This wasn't an official visit of some sort, just a casual. Well, regardless of the occasion, Alicia did as she pleased. "Heh, but pretty much all the Quincy here are too formal and shit. None of them really know what it means to survive beyond their own little paradise." That was pretty much fact. The Soldats that were in the training session truly believed that they were safe because they were within Vandenreich controlled territory. They were soft and comfortable. And that mindset ended up getting much of them killed. None of them knew how to really survive on their own, let alone being able to fight. The weak were eliminated while the strong survived. This was what reality taught her. But more to it than that, that the world itself was crazy.

"Heh, I bet a lot of the Quincy in the training thought that their Emperor was going to save them if they prayed for salvation. What a bunch of shit. And they think I'm crazy, kek. But that is the truth about our reality. It is truly insane, beyond anything that they can imagine."

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

The laugh honestly wasn't a surprise, she gave a sheepish look and averted her gaze to the side in response to the woman's sudden outburst, feeling a little embarrassed for her assumptions. "Alright alright I get it, I'm dumb." she noted with a soft chuckle, that lighthearted expression still maintained despite her clear lack of mastery over general conversation. That said, this was...fascinating to say the least. She had, previously, only ever seen Alicia in her manic mood swings.

But this was... calm. Composed. It felt like she was just talking to a normal woman, and it honestly felt rather nice. It somewhat comforted Jyuria that the woman could be perfectly collected despite her means of behavior during battle. She often worried herself about the sharp contrast between herself in a fight and herself in a normal conversation. True, she had been.....apparently....enjoying some company. But that aside, it was....soothing almost.

"Yea. The Emperor." She noted softly to herself, and she felt that pang in her chest. Her own memories of when his majesty was not around. And even now she did have her doubts. Wether this majesty was real and true. Had any of them been? They had been powerful sure, incredibly so. But still the notion was unusual. the things that had happened to her. The things she suffered through. And what she'd done. The sins she'd committed. And what she had in store for those still bound to her.

The fact that she had spent time as a hollow was not uncommon knowledge. But what wasn't common knowledge was what she'd done. In the wake of his majesty's death. When so many quincy still were consumed by hollows. She'd done what she could. She had ripped their souls from their bodies, eaten them, and then regurgitated them back into being. She had forcd countless dying quincy into hollow form, and through that grotesque process. Bount them to herself. They were, irrevocably, bount to her. Even as a quincy, the hollows were still obedient.

And it was a sin she thought of constantly. That, and the hope that eventually, they would break their masks, and she would be able to bring them back into the fold. Where they belonged.But that was a ways away, and looking back up, she smiled as she turned and scooted a bit closer to Alicia, putting on that happy smile, despite the fact that deep down beneath her casual attitude and jokes, she wasn't happy in the slightest. Not with what had been done to her.

" I never really concerned myself with the truth. Every time I thought I found it it just seemed to change on me. As far as I'm concerned, I don't really know if there is any truth. The world works however it wants to work at the times. Sometimes it soft and loving, other times it's cruel and uncaring." She paused, and realized that some might see this as blasphemy. She wondered if it was. Would she get a surprise visit from Caesar sometime?

"I've had my reservations about his Majesty. Why he does what he does. Stupid things like that." She chuckled, sighing softly to herself as she rubbed at the tired spans of her eyelids. "It's....comforting that I'm not the only one." She pointed out, reaching out and very gently placing her hand on the woman's shoulder, and gave them a soft, sincere smile. "Thanks for that..."

[Alicia Maine]

"I'm the weird one here, so nothing to worry about with me. I don't hate the Vandenreich, but doesn't mean that I love them either, hehehe. I'm only here to do a job and that is all." she chuckled. That was the deal that was made between herself and the Vandenreich. She had no loyalties to the group, which made it all the more easier for her to kill them if need be. "And there is no need to thank me either. I just do what I want to do. Nothing more or nothing less." The woman leaned a bit closer to her visitor. The motion that Jyuria made toward her peeked her interest, especially when making physical contact. That only made Alicia want to interact all the more, "The Emperor, or whom ever, doesn't matter. So why don't you just do what you want to do. Explore what makes yourself tick a bit. That is what I do all the time." she whispers into the girl's ear.

Alicia chuckled. Pulling back her bangs away from her face, Alicia's crimson eyes were exposed. Despite being as lively as she appeared to be her eyes were what spoke about her character. Her eyes were dead. Not literally of course or else she be blind. But the sort of death that only came when a human being has lived through the horrors that life threw at her. Though, she didn't intend on living through such scenarios, she survived nonetheless. The death in which the spirit has been crippled. Her soul broken, nonexistent. And with it, the mind followed, then the body. Compared to her own body, Jyuria felt warm. Her finger tips cross the small exposed surface of the Quincy's neck before standing to stretch her sore body.

"I don't live for anyone else but me. Family and the Vandenreich don't mean anything to me. I could care less for either one of them, mmmmmm." The girl was careful as she stretched. Her pale skin reflected what was within her. It was cold, numbed. "I do what I love to do, and enjoy the moments that I have. Some may call it carnal, but so what. If that is what makes me feel good, then I'd do it. There is nothing wrong with that." Her glance took in the image of the seated woman over her shoulder. Her toothy grin was as wide as it always has been. "Playing games, talking to people, stalking, writing, killing, and even sex.." she says taking a step with each interest she explains to Jyuria. Every step bringing her closer to the woman, merely a centimeter away from her face. Like, face to face action there.

"... whatever it is that I, or you, feel like doing, just do it. Whether it is crazy or not, whether it is morally right or not, it does not matter. The world we live in now is all the more insane then we could ever be." Her eyes could see nothing more than Jyuria's. It was moments like these that make Alicia feel all the more alive. The daily Vandenreich duties that she had all failed to move her spiritually. Heart, mind, and body, nothing moved. Nothing had moved for a long time. These moments, moments like these were what stirred up her frozen soul. This was what helped Alicia feel alive again.

She wanted more. "By the way, my name is Alicia. And it is a pleasure to have you here."

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

What she wanted to do. That was a tough one. There was a lot that muddled in all of that. Back in the day, one could have said she wanted to be the Empreror's right hand gal. But in the end, that was torn away from her by the shinigami, and the man that had once found her in a hospital bed was long gone. That was the last time she had ever actually felt a true devotion to the emperor. Anything that was an absolute connection.

After that, she had fancied herself a replacement. No not....quite. Now that she thought about it. She had never wanted to be where he'd been. Been seen as he'd been. She had seen herself more of a servant than a ruler. Like a ferryman in the river of the dead, to ensure that those close to death did not fade into nothing. To ensure that they did not simply turn out as another meal. She wanted to be a savior of her race. But her own hollow nature had twisted it. And that too had been ripped from her.

It wasn't until Alicia began advancing on her that she was pulled from those memories, brows lifting and so very suddenly realizing that....the woman was...was she? Her mind faltered for just a moment. However when Alicia was a mere few centimetes from her own face (Or well, several inches, merely by how much taller Jyuria was), it sortof managed to click in her head, and it occurred to her that she was being flirted with. Immediately she was glad that her uniform was not as form-fitting as Amalia's.

"Is that an order Ma'am?" she asked with that same laid-back smile, even if her voice did cary a sliver of uncertainty, as admittedly, a lot had changed since she had lost herself the first time around. And while...certainly she wanted this, she hadn't exactly done this before. There had been no booty calls back in that hospital, no time for such things in the vandereich the first time around, nothing like it during her time as a hollow or arrancar, and now here she was with a fetching little albino and she didn't know how to take this.

[Alicia Maine]

"Kek, no. It's not an order. Or perhaps, would that make it easier on you?" Alicia laughed. Doing it for oneself, and that based on an order, were completely two different things. Being ordered to do so would only mean that the action would be done by obligation. A sense of must of duty instead of just for the Hell of it. A sense of duty and that of just having fun were completely different categories in which Alicia kept separated. Sure, she followed orders. To the exact letter, nope. The Hell with all of that crap. For her, the ends justified the means. Yeah yeah, it doesn't change the fact that she followed the orders that were given to her, but the way that she went about them, supposively on how a member of the Vandenreich should have behaved, that was what she didn't do.

The conduct of who a Sternritter should carry herself was something that Alicia lacked. The girl didn't have the slightest appeal in elegance or composure. There was always something about Alicia that was either loose, sloppy, or just plain wrong. She didn't carry herself as a member of the Empire, just herself. She wore the symbol, and at times that awful goddy clothes of theirs. But never the less, she was always herself. For that reason she continued to wear the clothes that she was found in. With some modifications, she turned those rags into what she wore this day. That was based on her decision alone, not from being ordered to do so.

Then came to self indulgence. Based on will alone, rather than that of someone elses decision. A decision in which the individual came up to do themselves. That is what Alicia does. May it be wrong or correct it doesn't matter. Alicia lived her life for the moments in order to regain the feeling of life again. For that reason she lived for the moments. For her to stir up those frozen emotions once again. That was her freedom. The power of a personal decision. And that was what made life....... interesting. "But I was the one who gave the order for you to do it, then it would be boring..... and pointless. I can't stand those who just follow someone else's orders. It's boring, and it leads no where... Believe or not.. I was a good girl." Alicia took a single whiff of the air around the girl before withdrawing back to see Jyuria's form entirely.

"I played by life's rules and of that of my parents. And they both continued to disappoint me to the end. So that is why..... I killed them all." She tried to be a good girl for her parents. She tried to follow everything that they told her to do. But it wasn't enough. No matter how much she tried, she could never feel devotion into what they did. And they felt it too. They tried to kill her. But she killed them first. Back at the hospital she tried so hard to follow their rules. She played the role of a kind and sensible patient. But that too didn't work. And because of it all she saw the truth about the Vandenreich's so called God, and about life. It was all so funny to her.

Across, Alicia's arm reached out towards the bookcase behind her, taking from it a small stuffed bear. It's eyes were pulled from the stitching, and stuffing slowly cut. Time took its tole on the doll, and with it she stuck it out in front of Jyuria, "So, which are you? The doll that does what it was told to do, or the one who pulls its own strings? Or rather, should I bring back my previous question; what is it that you want?" Alicia was vulnerable. Her body weakened and sore. Did she mean............ take advantage of her?


Yes.

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Jyuria lifted a brow in response to such an extensive philosophy. Following one's impulse regardless of consequences or morality. The story of her parents. She could tell details were omitted, details that probably would explain WHY the girl had killed her parents. But it seemed that that wasn't the picture Alicia wanted to paint. She wanted to make it seem like she'd done it on a whim. It was also as if the woman ENJOYED being seen as crazy.

And she seemed to enjoy a sort of solidarity in lunacy. And it actually didn't take long for her to connect the dots. Her provocative gestures and such, the talk of just doing what you wanted, ignoring consequence or morals. The way the woman was behaving, it almost seemed like she was asking Jyuria to take her. Of course, Jyuria was well aware that some girls liked that sort of thing. The illusion of being conquered. And she supposed she could...sortof see it? Jyuria was a big girl after all.

So she stepped forward, lightly brushing the teddy aside before lightly placing her palm on Alicia's shoulder, and continuing to walk, slowly backing the woman up until their back hit the wall, a calm, thoughtful look on Jyuria's face as she looked down at the much smaller woman. "That's a very dangerous thing to be asking. What about what you want hmm? It sounds like you're asking me to ignore that." She chuckled good naturedly, that laid-back smile still on her face, despite the fact that she essentially had Alicia pinned to the wall.

"Ahhh, I wonder though. Maybe that IS what you want." She mused, leaning down until her face was a mere few inches from Alicia's, thougtfully tapping a finger against that smooth, pale jawline, her mind ticking away at this predicament. This was getting pretty serious after all, and what was the fun in that? Everyone treated this shit like it was some big stance on the way of the world. And all she'd come to do was check up on the woman! But even so, she supposed if the woman insisted on being serious....

"Last chance to back out of this."

[Alicia Maine]

"If I didn't want it, then I wouldn't put you in this position now would I?" The Sternritter didn't hesitate the answer the question. This was due to the desire in bringing Jyuria into the fold. In order to free her of the restraints that the Vandenreich cast upon their followers. Alicia had no such restraints on her. Free of the will of the Emperor, this Sternritter did as she pleased. She'd still follow orders as per her contract with the Vandenreich, but beyond that, she did nothing more than to satisfy her own cravings. If all of the Vandenreich did as she did, then the Empire would grow even stronger. They would be relying on their own strength rather than the false God of theirs.

Keeping loyalties to an individual who wouldn't fight for them, nor risk anything for them, wasn't worth fighting for. She doesn't intend on protecting anyone when she fights. She doesn't put in the effort and she never will. Though, there are those rare exceptions. Perhaps Jyuria would be one of them. Those who have learned to break away from their chains were those that Alicia could manage to respect. Because at least they would be the ones to understand the reality that they were in. That same reality that Alicia would be able to talk to someone about. But so far, everyone around her was blind. So, what was the effort in trying to talk to them about it.

"So, what are you going to do then? Are you going to go through with it, or would rather listen to your so called 'God' and listen to what he has to say about all this. Human, or Doll, what would it be?" Alicia snickered as she felt Jyuria's own heat slipping off her body. The tall woman's scent was clear, though not overwhelming to her senses. Alicia smiled up at the woman. Should Jyuria follow her own whim on taking the Sternritter, then she would come to know the same lesson that all the others came to learn with her. Physically Alicia is stronger than most. More stronger than someone who was at her height and size, perhaps even more than Jyuria herself.

Her wounds would open for sure. Alicia's blood would drip, spill on the both of them. She'd be hurt, but the more pain she felt, the more alive she was. Laughing and locked onto the girl, Jyuria wouldn't escape for the remainder of the day. Not with Alicia locked onto her. Not while she was in her grip. It didn't matter about the pain she suffered. The few moments that the Sternritter feels truly alive was within that pool of misery. A pain she'd gladly inflict on Jyuria in their little "playtime." By the end of their session, Jyuria would know the pleasures of being unshackled by the Emperor, and of that of being a true individual.

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Jyuria smiled softly at that, and could not help how adorable Alicia seemed. The girl was acting like this was some sort of big step for her. But it honestly wasn't. Did she think she was some hymn-singer for the emperor? Did she think that Jyuria marched to the tune of 'duty before self'? This entire ordeal was treated like some dark seduction, when in actuality Jyuria simply smiled like it was no big deal. And with Alicia's refusal to back down, she nodded.

Reaching out she slipped both of her arms around the woman, hugging that little frame to her own before she tensed and promptly gave Alicia a peck on the cheek and wrapped her cape around them, removing it from her person as she bound Alicia like a little burrito and hefted them over her shoulder, a light little pat to the woman's bottom as that bright, shining smile struck across Jyuria's face like lightning. "Alright! All aboard then!" She cooed to her captive as promptly Alicia was carried out of her own room and off toward Jyuria's old one. Nobody was currently inhabiting it after all, it was exactly as Jyuria had left it. The door locked behind them.

Her toys and all~

With a plop, Jyuria promptly sat Alicia down on her bed and that cloak would be peeled away, unwrapping the ritter in her cute little burrito before a controller was tossed into the woman's hands, a grin on Jyuria's face as she settled beside the woman and gave their cheek an affectionate little pat. "I really don't like just sleeping around willy nilly so I have a policy. I only get involved with a girl after I've seen her play Mario Kart." She noted with a wink to the woman as the television fired up.

"I hope you like losing, because your ass is mine~"

[Alicia Maine]

Okay, now this was something she didn't expect. Alicia never thought about this kinda outcome to happen at all. She struggled to put it all together in order to make sense of it all. But, no matter how hard she tried, nothing came to mind. All of it was purely frustrating. Like really, why would a mushroom be driving a tiny kart, let alone how was it possible. All of it made no sense at all. Plumbers would be able to drive of course, but where the Hell did the Monkey and Dinosaur come into play? None of this shit made sense. And they say that she was crazy, this.. Nintendo company must be on something strong in order to create something like this. Like really, driving Apes and Dinosaurs who throw turtle shells and lightening bolts.

Beyond that Alicia totally sucked at the game. She didn't know how to start the engine or could even steer the damn character in the right direction. On one map she drove completely in the opposite direction after a ramp jump. Some of the maps were difficult to even know which was the right path, so half of the time a little cloud bastard came by to pick her up and put her back on the path. Not only that but playing the game was hard with just one hand. Wrapped in bandages and a partial cast, the arm was difficult to move around. The same can be said about her fingers. So when directing the character in a desired course she ended up zig-zagging left to right repeatedly.

The whole situation with the damn game frustrated the Sternritter. Alicia didn't really have the privileges to play video games. The circumstances that would have brought such things into her life went poof almost immediately as the girl reached puberty. And she thought going through puberty sucked, not knowing how to play or how the damn controller works made the entire situation very vexing. She looked like a total idiot. She even motioned her body toward the same direction that her character drifted to. If the character turned left, then Alicia herself leaned left. The whole thing made her frustrated and nauseous.

"Aaaggghhh" she cried out rolling onto her backside. She couldn't deal with this sort of frustration. She could deal with Quincy, Hollows, Shinigami, jobs, and missions, but this was something that she couldn't do anything about. Why, because she totally sucked at it. "This SUCKS.... who the Hell would make something so damn hard play. Like come on." Controller drop. She didn't want to deal with it anymore. So, she just silently stared up at the ceiling and slowly drifted into madness.

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Jyuria smiled as she finally got what she wanted. With the challenge the game presented, that serious, weird little mood she'd been in was gone. And what she got instead was rather adorable. Watching them as they tried to play the game, and even then? Those small victories had their tiny little payoffs. Those times when the woman DIDN'T take dead last. Those times when she actually managed to pass someone, even if it didn't last too long.

She liked this. No nonsense about the emperor, no drama about what was or wasn't the way a ritter should act. When the final race of the cup finished up, even as Alicia growled and complained, Jyuria couldn't help but find the girl just a bit prettier when it wasn't contorted in some mad expression of deviance. Sliding over, she slipped an arm around the woman and pulled her in, surprising them with a sweet little kiss on the cheek and a big smile as she set her controller aside. Of course, this time around she had purposefully chosen a game that was hard for beginners to get into. She had plenty of easier games. But for the time being?

"Man I can't believe I actually got first place for that whole Prix! And look at that! This tyophy I won is super cute. Even if it came in last place." came that playful voice, giving the Ritter a squeeze and that bright, happy smile of hers. Frankly she was rather proud that the Ritter had even managed to move her car around. Not only that but the girl hadn't simply given up and thrown the controller down in the middle of the tournament.

"Cmon, lets have a victory snack." She chuckled, setting Alicia back down on the seat beside her before getting up and heading to her fridge, squatting down and taking out a little bit of ice cream, making some up for Alicia and setting the bowl out for them. Thank goodness ice cream never went bad. At least not when it was in the freezer for gor knew how long. At worst it was just hard to get out of the damn container.

Plopping back down beside Alicia, Jyuria smiled and set the bowl to the side. "Hmmmm, now what was it we were doing again? Something about....hanging out?" She asked calmly, admittedly having forgotten a few small chunks of their original conversation. She did remember coming along to say she appreciated the woman, but still she didn't quite remember how they'd gone from that to Alicia's little seductive act.
"Ah well. I had my turn. now it's your turn to decide what we play or do."