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The rightly named Wastelands were Mirja's favourite haunt. Not for any real reason other than the fact that Hollows were everywhere in this place. You occasionally got some cute animal, or nice flower, or something, but it generally did it's name justice and was a land that was just full of waste, Hollows, and Death. And here, Mirja stalked the predetors of the land, bare-foot but not even bothered by the ground due to the fact that her feet were stronger than practically anything that littered the ground, and so she was highly unlikely to get cut and take some nasty illness.
Her target burst from it's hiding place as she walked past, seemingly oblivious, and let out a howl of premature triumph as it thought it had caught her off guard. It's wooping of joy was cut off with a swift jab to the gut, taking all the momentum out of it's leap, and making it crumple to the floor pathetically. While the hollow was recovering from the sudden heavy blow, Mirja whipped out her Zanpaktou and stabbed it into the mask. Her actual skill with the weapon was nearly none-existant, but she could stab things if they stayed still and let her stab them.
As the hollow dissolved, and her Zanpaktou was replaced, she looked around for anything else that might be interesting, or that could catch her eye.
After the hollow died, Mirja was alert and ready for anything else to jump out at her. They usually traveled in packs after all, and so she wouldn't be surprised if something else tried to jump her while she was focused on the death and disintergration o the other one. But then, Ahh! Man! That was the thought that came through Mirja's head as someone appeared in front of her. All of a sudden, her mind was filled with words and feelings that she had no memory off, but played as if they were from her past. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus, couldn't do anything that needed a mental action.
Acting instictively as she was swamped by the ghostly whispers, Mirja moved to deliver a swift and savage headbutt to the sudden intruder, in hopes she could stun it long enough to get these dam frigging ghosts out of her head and back to some level of normality, where she could focus enough to actually blow the sudden Hollow-Man apart.
Mirja was blown away by something she couldn't really see. It was very strong, enough to move her even though she was a very heavy obsticle. And then his sword flashed so quickly she could barely react before it was finished. The Zanpaktou that was positioned on her butt had it's holder cut free, and softly clattered to the ground. However, the unforunate part was that the Zanpaktou was tucked into the sash that kept her Shunshakou closed. With that cut in half, the front parted and bared everything to the man who had just effectively stripped her. A sudden aura of KI blossomed from Mirja, her silver eyes burning darkly.
"Ally, you say? Well, diplomacy has broken down, mister Ally. I can not allow you to live now you have seen my nipples. I must eradicate you, Pervert of Sound" she said, bending his title in a deceptively soft voice as she clenched her mighty fists and prepared to go to work on the pervert.
Mirja saw his reaction, and immidiately cracked a smile. He was a gentlemanly type, it seemed. Or he was a virgin. Those two men would always look away when a woman was disrobed. They were both nice, and Mirja could have fun with both of them. He wanted to make sure they didn't start fighting, with force. Strange man. But, it didn't bother Mirja any. "Could always try talking before disrobing a woman. But if you really don't want to start a fight, then you could start by not cutting a girl's clothes up as your opening move. Still, if you are dedicated to the task of no violence, then why not sit through the Memory Clenser. It will make you forget you ever saw me naked, and that will be good enough for me"
Mirja gave her nicest smile as he asked how much time he would forget. She even gave him a polite tone of voice, because she was nice like that. "I promise you won't forget anything you want to keep" she told him, before he got on his knees and closed his eyes. It was perfect. More than she could ever imagine. Mirja was ecctatic, that she finally got him in this position. The position of mind-clensing. "Ok, begining the mind-clensing machine now. It sounds a bit weird, so bare with me" she said, before making machine noises with her voice. While in the middle of this, she brought down her fist on his head, and did not make it gentle either. She knew from earlier that he would survive such a hit, but it would not be gentle for him either, and would certainly remind him to stop stripping ladies in future.