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Mirja pushed herself onwards, for a short while. But eventually, her body just collapsed. It wasn't that she was exhausted, her body was incredibly enduring, after all. But, the pain was literally going streight to her core, and she couldn't focus on something as simple as walking with it messing with her mentality. On her hands and knees, she panted, trying to get the pain to subside for just one, dam second! So she could focus and not be so helpless! Again. She was useless, again, and couldn't save herself, or Iko now. She had failed both of them now. It was all, her fault. The realisation made her cry, turned her into a hysterical, sobbing wreck like she had not felt in so long. Since Iko came around, the ghost whispers had been strangely absent, or at least redirected, but the way this was making her feel reminded her of that time, when she came to the realizaiton that she was going to die and collapsed into a mess of tears and blood. There wasn't much blood this time, she hadn't the strength or focus to scratch frantically at her head as she had back then.
Her stomuch churned, and she heaved, thinking she was going to throw up her gut on the floor and add to the disgusting disgrace that was her right now. But instead, she through up some strange, semi-solid liquid from her mouth. It was pitch black, like Mirja's Yami no Sekai, and before she could even consider what it was, the liquid flowed upwards rapidly and plastered itself across her face. Eyeholes strangely formed in the liquid just after it had connected, but that was the least of her worries. The pain had increased, the feeling of illness, and even fatigue had set into her body, making her feel heavy, unbalanced, and generally unable to focus. She collapsed several seconds later, the black liquid flowing all across her face and solidifying into a Hollow Mask, not that she knew it at the time. She had neither the point of view nor the mentality to see such a thing.
Seconds streched into minutes, forcing her to remember how the imprisonment of her and Iko had felt like, with time dialuted and making it impossible for her to get a good, proper reading on what was even going on. Eventually, after what felt like hours, she slipped away, consciously, and was deposited in a place she knew well. Her physical body had been taken over completely, and with a scream, began to run amok, looking for the nearest thing to crush, to destroy, and with her strength, there would be much destruction. But inside, there was her Inner World. The eerie thing was, that Beowulf was not around. Her giant Zanpaktou spirit was absent. And so was Iko, who seemed to be around every time Mirja visited her poorly lit world of nothing.
However, she was not alone. Out in the darkness, there was something, moving. Something distinctly unlike anything she had ever seen, or felt, before.
Hollow-Mirja was enjoying this new body. It had sharp senses, and it could feel the raw, power within the muscles. Just waiting to be released. The Hollow could not have chosen a better host, not that it technically chose the host to begin with, but still, that was semantics, and the Hollow did not deal in semantics, it dealt in punching things in the face, and then eating them. The first target was the innumarable Hollow hordes that dotted the area, but on the wind, it smelt something else. Something interesting, and pretty close by as well. The scent of Demon had been ingrained in the body, and the Hollow would love to ruin yet another thing for the girl it was taking control over. Moving swiftly, Hollow Mirja hunted the Demon. So, following it's nose, it slowly headed it the direction of the demonic scent. The absolute-black mask covering her face seemed to darken the surrounding area with the depth of it's colour, or lack thereof. And it made her look surreal, and surprisingly beautiful, were she not lusting for the utter devestation of whatever she was looking at.
Inside Mirja's Inner World, things were much more sombere. A woman appeared out of the darkness, in a flowing robe that contrasted with the dank lack of light perfectly. A blade similar to Mirja's poked out the side of her back, but that was not what drew Mirja's eyes. It was her face. Far paler than Mirja, it looked chalk white, and the eyes...Mirja's optical orbs were nothing to scoff at, but these eyes, pure black Sclera, with a sulfer-yellow iris and a black pupil. Mirja felt suddenly jealous, no longer the most beautiful woman in the room. Part shock and part disbelief hid the identity of this woman from her, and allowed her to approch, unhindered. The Hollow girl then stroked Mirja's cheek, and smiled softly. ""Let's not fight, hmm? Just surrender to me, and I'll keep you safe. I have seen the darkness in your heart, and I know how hard it must be to carry on, day after day" The Hollow offered. It was evident that Mirja wavered for a few seconds, conflicted in the idea to actually surrender. But then she headbutted the woman in the face and send her sprawing to the floor. "Sorry, Hvit. I've already got someone to look after me. So why don't you just piss off, aye? There is no more room at the inn" she taunted, clentching her fists and preparing to fight.
Hvit, as she had been named by Mirja, rose from the ground and tossed her brilliant, pure-white hair back across her shoulder. Another pange of jelousy hit Mirja. She really missed her long hair, and wished she could kill those bastards again that cut it. "Fine. I see this situation will not be solved with words. But with strength, of arm" she then drew her Zanpaktou, and whispered to it, to quiet for Mirja to hear. The sword morphed into a pair of knuckle-dusters, black as midnight, and contrasting the rest of her. Mirja echoed her movements, and drew her sword, releasing the false shikai, and clenching her fists in the dull white knuckle dusters. Smiling at Hvit, Mirja prepared for the fight to come. "Strength of Arm, I can get behind"
The Hollow that Mirja had become let out a deep, hollow snarl. Not the fact that the snarl was hollow, but it sounded like that roar that hollows did, but a snarl. It was quite the noise actually, and pretty miraculous that it could be made to begin with. But she was a think of miracles, or nightmares. One of the two, it was kind of hard to decide on a day to day basis weither Mirja was a monster, or just a wolf girl that ate a lot of food and had a Demon waiting for her back home for bedroom waltzes. Or bedroom Heavy-Mosh-Pit.
Today, however, it was pretty clear that this black-masked creature was a monster, and it was about to do monsterous things to the Demon in front of it, Miasma or not. Having very little care about the physical properties of Mirja's body, the lack of breath and sharp pain on inhale and exhale seemed to disturb the monster about as much as a slice of cheese disturbs the average adult male. Totally missing whatever trap had been laid down for it, the monsters rushed in, it's hands splayed to get to clawing as soon as it met with the Demon's flesh. Claw and stab and slash, and make Mirja so very sad that her demon friends have died in such terrible agony.
Far from the physical plain, Mirja had her own problems. The beautiful girl in front of her had just laid down a challenge for a fight, and that was kind of sad. She was good looking, and if it wasn't for the whole desire to eat her soul and take her body for a joyride, Mirja might actually get along with Hvit, but unfortunately she wasn't backing down on the soul-eating thing, so she had no chance to really get to know the woman. Outside of pounding her face in, which is exactly what was happening here. Mirja's fist sunk into the flesh of the Hollow-woman, and heard the satisfying crack of her nose. It was marred by the girls own knuckles smashing against Mirja's rib cage, but Hvit was not as strong as Mirja, and so it wasn't as bad.
Swinging a low punch for her gut, Mirja connected, but somehow it didn't feel as strong as the last hit. While this played with her mind, Hvit punched her in the tit, right were the demon had stabbed her a while ago. It was really painful, and so Mirja kicked Hvit in the knee, hoping to break it. But there was a distinct lack of impact in the actual blow. Worried, now, Mirja retreated some, to recover her wits and analyize the fight. Hvit was not in great shape, despite the lack of proper blows, Mirja still hit hard, and she was bleeding profusely from her nose. "Come now, darling. Just give up. This is so undignified" Hvit asked, but Mirja just smirked. "Sorry. I kind of like my soul where it is. Sans teeth marks" she taunted, grinning as she saw the Hollow-Woman irritated. This, was going to be a fun fight.
Hollow-Mirja fell for the trap as easily as a dog goes for food. There was no thought of stratergy or tactics or anything beyond kill the creature in front of her. So when the portal opened to the Shadow Realm, and dragged Mirja into the beautiful alien world, she did not really appriciate it, not stop to admire the surroundings as she would have done before the Hollow came to visit and then decided to stay. Instead, while falling down, and down, she kicked off the air, with enough brute force for it to act as a solid object for a half-second, and threw herself forward at the Demon even faster than normal. The bullets seemed to be of no concern for her, and if they hit, they would find considerable difficulty finding perchase on her diamantine skin, and even if they did penetrate her body, the Hollow cared naught for the damage of it's host, and would push on to smash into the Demon in front of her, whatever it would take out of it's meat puppet.
The real Mirja, one who cared a lot more about her body but didn't really have any say on the matter right now, was having her own troubles with her body. It was broken, and bleeding, and it was very painful. Not that the hollow doppelganger was in a better state right now, but that didn't make her ouches hurt any less. "Just....give up. Already. This is growing tiresome" The hollow demanded, her breathing heavy and laboured. "You mean you are getting tired and you can't handle any more of this so I should give up before I beat you, right?" Mirja quipped, grinning broadly at Hollow chick and only infuriating her further. "You are insufferable! Just die!" Hvit screamed, her gentle and nobleesuqe demenour gone, and replaced with anger. She charged forward, screaming battle-fury, but Mirja was ready for her.
Focusing on the flow of Reiatsu as the hollow girl charged, Mirja made subtle changes to her stance, and then when the woman was just about to swing a punch, Mirja threw her own. Twisting the fist at the moment of impact, and then throwing all her body-weight into the blow, the Hollow suddenly stopped in her tracks and coughed up a copious amount of blood. Being hit in the everywhere like she was tended to be rather detrimental to continued living. Hvit slumped, and Mirja caught her, an action that surprised even the wolf girl. "So, I'm not entirely sure what happens now, but you have been soundly beaten darling. So don't try to move, I've broken a lot more than you'd think, with that last punch" she warned, holding Hvit while the hollow girl slumped in her arms. The fight, it seemed, was over. But what happened after that, Mirja had no real idea, so it would just have to happen.