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Mirja was, for once, sleeping peacefully. Some might think that after everything she had been through, a peaceful nights sleep would be impossible, but she was the kind of girl to find solace in the most simple of things. Like buying a beautiful new dress yesterday that she was probably never going to wear, but it looked good. However, her dreams were plagued by an idea, streched across her Psyche like a latex suit, if a latex was an idea. So not really that much like a latex suit. But it did share the fact that it looked good, so maybe that was where the latex ideal fitted.
Latex or no, Mirja woke from her dream, with a softly swishing tail, and fire in her heart. She needed someone to work with to get this idea off the ground, and she had just the fire-spewing demon to do it with. Kimi, that cute girl that had helped with Vizarding and not murdering everyone while Mirja came to an understanding with Hvit. And by understanding Mirja meant punch her in the face until she stopped trying to steal the body and sulked in a corner when Iko couldn't drag her out.
Raising from her bed, and getting dressed, as well as doing her hair and all the usual morning routine to make herself not a scruffy bugger, she pulled out her phone, and headed to the land outside. It was a nice to have a house so far in the middle of nowhere, she had the entire surrounding area to herself, generally. Unless someone came to exploring, but then she just pretended she was going to eat them. Setting out at a run, she drew her phone while sprinting through the countryside. Out here she didn't have to explain to anyone how she was casually running so incredibly fast, or how she could sustain it for miles, upon miles. She could probably get to Captial City without a break, despite it being some eighty miles away.
With her phone, she called up Kimi, and hoped the Fire Demon would awnser. She was doing things with that Ice Angel that Mirja had looked into and would probably go see some time when she had the chance, but for now, it was chatting with Kimi, her cute Demon darling. Everyone was her darling, but she really meant it with Kimi.
While the phone rang, Mirja ran. She enjoyed the feeling of wind in her hair, ground beneath her feet, and the subtly growing pressure in front of her as she pushed on, using muscle power to propell herself further and further forward. The inherent freedom in running was something that immensely appealed to Mirja for a reason she couldn't quite put her finger on. She ran, and ran, and then stopped, and listened to the phone. Mirja was not even sure if she had the right number for Kimi. But that was by the by. Any further, and she'd hit the nearest town, and she wanted to avoid that right now.
Here, in the middle of nowhere with the company of people in her head, the world seemed so amusing, to her. So she laughed, rather hysterically, like a mad woman. Which, she was. Nobody could go through the things she had and come out whole on the other side, which is why she had Iko, and Beowulf, and Hvit, regardless of how much the last one really wanted to avoid being associated with Mirja. 'Mirja ok?' Iko asked. Hvit grumbled incoherently as Iko spoke, but Mirja just ignored the moody hollow. One day she'd open up, or try to take over Mirja's body again. Either way.
"Yea, I'm fine Iko. Don't worry, just some mad laughter, is all" Mirja said, rather than speaking to Iko with her mind. There was nobody around, so she could afford to speak to herself. And then, she turned and headed back to her house, pushing off at a higher speed than she had arrived, getting to the maximum that her body would physically allow, and with her body, that was quite the output indeed.
The ground beneath her feet was a great feeling. Bare foot, as always, she could feel the snow and subtle contutions of the ground as her feet hit it with considerable force, spraying snow everywhere as her sprinting gait cut a swath through the land, like a gray haired streak, with a really cute tail. She was fast, compared to many mortals ability to run physically, but there were people out there that Mirja couldn't outrun even with her Flash Steps. It was something she needed to rectify. Apex predators can't be seen to be anything more, than apex.
Bidu Bidu Bidu no, apparently. The phone rung, and rung, but there was nobody on the other side, which was sad. Still, Mirja had a workout routine, and it wasn't all just running. She needed to work on the other parts of her as well. Footwork and striking speed. She needed to get her Motionless fist faster as well, so it wasn't quite so useless in heated combat. But that was something she really needed to focus on and focus was hard when you had what was going on in her head, all the time. 'Iko! Stop it! Why do you persist when I tell you no!?' came a loud, irritated Hvit from Mirja's head.
Not really listening for Iko's reply, just pushing them all to the corner of her concentration, she returned to her home and to the dummies. Super durable and well planted, she couldn't break these things easily, which helped for her fighting combat training. This time, she wasn't training her considerably potent technique, she was focused more on increasing the punches she could throw while retaining the strength. It was an entire day of training routines. She didn't keep such a beautiful, slender body just by sitting on her toosh.
Mirja situated herself in front of the dummy, and started off slow, throwing punches and working into her form before speeding up. It was a steady build up, making sure that she focused equal parts of hitting the target properly as she did throwing a fair degree of punches. The flurry became quite formidable as she build up momentum on the super-durable dummy, and she was snapping off punches with considerable fire by the end of the warm up. Eventually, however, she slowed down, and then stopped.
Super durable or no, the dummies would break apart if she went to hard on them, and they were kind of hard to replace, so she didn't want to lose them and then had to go find some mountian or something and use that as a dummy. Mirja then let out a deep sigh, and wondered if the phone number she had for Kimi was even the right one. It was a special spiritual phone so it should be calling Kimi right and reaching her were ever she was in the realms. Still, maybe Kimi was ignoring her because Mirja was a crazy stalker and she didn't want anything to do with her anymore. Or to begin with, for that matter. They didn't have much of a relationship and Mirja did come on a bit strong in the meeting, and now she was phoning her like some sort of desperate girl.
The thought was disconcerting, but then, Mirja just swished her tail a bit, and realized she didn't care about disconcertingness. She was here, and if Kimi didn't like her for that, then that was that. So it was time to get back to training, and Kimi would arrive if she arrived.
Reaction. A corner stone of every fighters arsenal. And one that Mirja was in no way ready to ignore. It was a difficult thing to train, but fortunately, Mirja had a great collection of toys for every situation. While some might not be something to bring up in casual conversation, others were much more practical and allowed for physical training even with the absence of a partner. Which Mirja was sorely lacking. Maybe the whole meeting the Ice Angel was dragging on longer than expected. Anything was possible, it could even be that Ice Angel took offense and blasted poor Kimi out of the sky.
If she was in the sky, at any rate. Still, Mirja was ready to do some reactionary training, and set her spinning dummy in the ground, sturdy base and sturdy make up would allow it to survive Mirja's special brand of training. The wooden limbs would really hurt a normal person were they to miss the window and get smacked in the head. But Mirja would be annoyed at best by them, which was the best of both worlds when it came to training. Starting out, she pushed a few limbs to make sure it was working right, and then got down to it.
Like the earlier practice, she began slowly. Testing the speeds at which the limbs flung round with different strengthed punches, and then blocking them with her free arm. After a handful of the warm up blows, she started hitting harder, and faster, the limbs twisting in a swifter fashion, and demanding more from her, forcing Mirja to react swifter or lose the rythem when she was conked uselessly by one of the wooden limbs, and the lack of a proper deflection put the pad out of reach for a second blow.
She threw in some kicks as well and lower body shots to spice things up, but mostly kept it to upper body and face punches, in her much loved boxing style. Swift, but powerful jabs echoed swiftly by a block from the return hit of the wooden machine. She was throwing quite a lot of her muscle into the blows, and heard the basic mechanism groaning under the weight of keeping pace with her. She slowly got caught up in the fight with the wooden dummy. Block, block, blow. There was a peace in it, that she had sorely lacked in recent days. However, she got wrapped up in the fight to much, and when she saw an 'opening' she instinctively moved in and threw an explosive elbow to the main body, followed up swiftly by a shoulder thrust that took advantage of her powerful muscles and super-dense structure to inflict maximum damage. Unfortunately, maximum damage translated to shattering the shaft in half - reinforced or not, it had no chance of standing up to Mirja's incredible might - and ending Mirja's style and reactionary training in quite the resounding way. Brought back to reality, Mirja noticed she was begining to sweat. But, she was not done just yet.
Staring at the broken training tool, Mirja let out a deep sigh and then took them inside for firewood later. There were no gas lines this far out, so she had to go and punch trees to get what she needed. However, this was not helping since she was really in the mood to to some more training. She felt the fire, the drive, the need to train. She wondered casually if she could run fast enough to create a snow typhoon a round her house, but decided against it, put the broken dummy in the wood cupboard, and then left her house again.
The town were she could replace her dummies was some sixty miles from here, which kind of suited Mirja's desire to train some more. It'd take her a good hour to reach that place, less if she went at top speed, but she had to think about the return journey as well. Stretching out her hyper-dense muscles so they would be ready for the run, she aligned herself right, and then took off, the thick tundra snow providing a solid footing when it was hit by Mirja's foot, hard and fast, much like the way she did her Void Dance.
The wind in her hair, the bite of the cold air - she was resistant to much temperature due to her dense sub dermals but she could still feel when something was cold, by the fact that it was slightly chilly to her - the fleeting landscape and the feel of shocked wildlife as she blew past was what Mirja lived for. This was beauty, and freedom, and all the good things in life that were not cooking or eating or the occasional cute girl. Thinking of cute girls, and the fact that Kimi had yet to respond and was probably never going to, Mirja thought of another training partner, one that might actually fit the scene more.
So she pressed on, running fast across the icy tundra, blasting through clumps of snow and blazing a trail from her house to the city, like some gray-haired snowplow. Eventually, she arrived, and slowly down to a stop, her legs a bit tired from the run, but nothing she couldn't do again. Pulling out her phone while she got her barings, she dialed Beetle's number and hoped for a slightly better response than nothing. Nothing kind of bummed her out, and she wanted to see Beetle again. The girl was so cute.
And then there was the city, she had brought her money to get the dummies, but was she sure she wanted to bring Beetle here? The girl was so innocent, and this place was not exactly Grand Friendly Central when it came to the locals. Eventually deciding that she was going to tell Beetle where she was living and have the girl meet her there, Mirja headed off, tail swishing softly, to place an order for her dummies, and then find a cafe while it was filled. Somewhere she could get a drink and have a quick rest.
Mirja sipped her tea while she waited for the order to be filled. She hoped Beetle wouldn't arrive too soon, or else the girl would have to wait around doing nothing in her house, and with the way Beetle was so incredibly energetic, she'd probably knock herself out before getting anywhere. The house was specially reinforced so Mirja could live there without destroying the place when she stubbed her toe, and Beetle was very strong, but not nearly as well put together as Mirja was when it came to their durability. Mirja wondered if Beetle would get stronger if her body adapted to the power she had...it was an interesting thought.
However, she was brought from her thought by the sight of a group of men walking into a nearby alley, 'escorting' a waif of a girl, who didn't look as if she was enjoying the men's company at all. Sighing softly to herself, Mirja stood and dropped some money on the table for the drink. She wasn't a hero, never was, but she wasn't the kind of girl who could watch stuff like this happen and not do anything about it. She just never went out of her way to find wrongs to right. In the alleyway, she was pinned against the wall, and crowded by three burly men.
"I don't think that is how you court a girl, in my opinion" Mirja stated, bringing attention to herself. She was casually dressed, in a shirt and some jeans that had seen better days. She wasn't imposing in the slightest, so one of the men turned to her, brandishing a knife that he stuck in Mirja's face. "I don't give a shit what you fink love. But, if you are so eager to...join....in?" the thug's words trailed off as he realized the knife had suddenly vanished from his hands, and was currently in Mirja's. The wolf girl then proceeded to snap the blade over her fingers, and discard the broken pieces.
"Shoddy worksmanship" she muttered. Surprised that his knife had been stolen and broken so casually, he whipped out a spare and launched it at Mirja, who caught it in mid-air between her thumb and forefinger in a display of magnificent reflexes. Then, she moved at a speed the men could not comprehend until she was on the other end of the alleyway, and they all dropped unconscious. "Geez, gimme some challenge, huh? Although, I guess it's to be expected from humans and all" she muttered, before totally ignoring the girl with her overbearing thank-you-thank-you reaction, and walked out of the alleyway. Once in the streets, she Flash Stepped over to the shop, and hung around for a few minutes before picking up the new dummy and heading back home.
The run back home was nice, it was why she was situated so far from civilization, so if she wanted to go anywhere, she had a beautiful run in store for her, something to stretch her legs, work out her muscles, give her time to think and a competition against herself to see what the fastest time here and back could be. Eventually, Mirja arrived, and it seemed Beetle had not been home very long. The door was bust through, but she didn't seem bored or anything. Must have arrived less than a minute before Mirja had. Mirja quickly put the dummy in her back garden for when she needed it, and then returned to the front door and entered like a baws, because that was the only way to enter.
"Beetle! AHHH! How's my cute little Pet doing?!" She exclaimed, opening her arms wide for a hug and hoping that Beetle wasn't going to hurt herself to much on the inevitable glomp that was going to happen when the girl charged in to give Mirja a hug. They had a lovely relationship, even though Beetle didn't quite understand it all that well. Mirja was a patient girl, she could wait and give Beetle the guiding, the tips, the hints and sometimes the flat out brain-melting kisses that should help her understand were this was all going. Probably. Beetle seemed the kind of girl to be able to teach a rock obliviousness, which was part of her charm, admittedly. The very site of the girl did make Mirja's heart beat a little faster though, there was something about her that really enticed Mirja, and she wanted to keep Beetle all for herself so she could have that enticement forever.
Casting a quick glance around the place to make sure Beetle hadn't destroyed anything except the door, she found the place more or less how she left it, which was good. She liked her house being in one piece.
Ahh, Beetle. That girl, Mirja could be with her forever and not once bat an eye at lost time. She was so incredibly energetic and fun to be around. Life would be perpetually darker for her absence, so Mirja had decided to protect the girl at all costs. So when she charged at Mirja and threw herself into a hug, Mirja had to act insanely quickly or risk her getting her. So, she caught the girl and spun around in what might have been seen by some as just being overjoyed by Beetle's appearance. But it was actually a specialized spin to take the inertia out of the tackle so she didn't cream herself on Mirja's diamantine body. She let out a soft, pleased growl as her ears were played with, and then she suddenly slipped from Mirja's grasp to mess with the door.
The peck on the cheek had warmed Mirja's blood, so she snuck up on Beetle while she was messing with the door, and hooked her hands around the girl's waist, for her wonderful mammories. But Beetle spun around before Mirja got her hands on them, and had her eyes on the floor, dejected, as if beaten by the door. So Mirja hooked a finger under Beetle's chin and lifted her face up, planting a deep and loving kiss on her lips before she could complain any further, or even realize what was going on. The Hammer of Thor that was Mirja would batter down Beetle, and make sure she really knew how Mirja felt about the girl. Subtlety with this girl would avail Mirja naught with Beetle, such was her mentality, so Mirja decided to go full tilt and basically spell it out for her with lips. Not the most soft, but loving none the less.
"Punishment, huh? Well, there is a city about a hundred and twenty miles from here that I need to go for a new door. So punishment sounds good. You are coming with me. Try not to fall behind, the Norwegian Tundra is not the place for a little girl like you. The cold is not something you can punch, and snowstorms could roll in at any moment. A sea of white, biting flakes battering your body with every second. Blinding, freezing, the floor rising rapidly and making the ability to move forward nearly impossible" She painted a terrible image, and then grinned broadly. "So to make sure you don't get lost, I have just the thing!"