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Subject Post 1Subject: The Blade, The Fist, and You [Mirja] Sun Nov 06, 2016 5:54 pm
With a slow, gentle thrust, the seele schneider would be moved with a paced that was rehearsed, and with a tempo that was unyielding in nature to the sounds of the breeze around her. The musical prodigy had purposely chosen a location, away from interruption of her men or any of her acquaintance for that matter. For the past several hours, she had rehearsed several difficult musical pieces, and had just started to train on her art with the blade. The movements lacked speed and momentum, something she insisted on during battle and which she excelled at. Instead, her training that late afternoon focused on subtle motions, in creating a unique rhythm to her footsteps, and in following a coordinated temple that dictated her steps in battle. She needed to feel her weapon as an extension of her body, and arrange the movements to be adequate, graceful, and with purpose.
Having just finished her duties earlier that day, Sofia was still dressed in her routinely common uniform. Her outfit was primarily white in color. The jacket, open and short enough to reveal the white undershirt. The latter was cut to ride low enough on her bosom, and with a style that emphasized or made to look bigger whatever assets she had. Her pants, white as snow as the rest of her outfit did a marvellous job of accentuating her well shaped, plump derriere, easily one of her best features. A set of black gloves and matching black boots finished the outfit. Whether back in the city of light or out and about, Sofia had a reputation and the name and authority to a position that merited respect but also required professionalism. Even while some officers of her caliber chose to dress differently, being presentable was paramount to her. Just like following the rules and the law of her people, she believed in doing things as was stipulated to ensure the best and least trouble filled outcomes.
As she continued to move her seele with slow unyielding grace, akin to a master of tai chi, Sofia felt what could only be described as an odd shiver. The back of her neck, and even her lower back experienced a sudden but elusive shiver as if something was either close or closing in on her previously private training area. In order to avoid misconstrued first impressions, Sofia would deactivate her seele, tucking it in her belt next to the rest of them. And, patting down her clothes and fixing her short ebony hair, she would look onward to the direction of the newcomer to appear as amicable and presentable as possible. However it was, it didn’t seem to be a Quincy. And while she couldn’t sure, so far, it didn’t seem as though the presence displayed any real or clear murderous intent either.
The Wolf, was enamored. Not that it took much to get into her head, but this was not the look of a girl enticing her this time, it was the sounds that she had made. A recent concert had put her in the path of a woman with such great skill. Mirja was a lover of music more than the cardinal desires, and this girl had appealed to her more than anything in this world had so far. So, yes, she turned into a little bit of a stalker. Not the kind that follows you home from work, but the kind that keeps track where and when, and occasionally how. To make sure she can maybe hear such auditory pleasure again.
And today, was the day Mirja had tracked her down in hopes of more violin based beauty. She didn't get it, instead coming across her while she was practicing her other arts, the arts of combat, of fighting, and honing one's body to be a perfect tool against those who would seek to bring it low. Invisible to most senses as she was, Mirja was able to watch from a distance, until she suddenly seemed to pick up on Mirja's presence. Maybe the combat had given her a strong spacial awareness, like the mind compensating and providing greater assistance to the fight.
Seeing that the jig was up, she appeared in front of Sofia in a flash, her steps being more appropriate than her generic running power this time. Shoulder-length gray hair - it had been growing, of late - and certain lupian additions, Mirja was even more of a striking figure these days. Her tail swished softly behind her, as she smiled, a little awkwardly to have interrupted the session. "Hey. Sorry, for spooking you. I just, heard you at the concert earlier, and, I found it really good, and I'm not good at people when I have to deal with them in a manner that is not stalking. I thought you were really good and I had no idea how to show that other than just stalk until you played more so I could hear it" she babbled, trying an awkward grin to deflate the situation. Showing her large, rather vicious fangs probably did not achieve that, however.
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Blade, The Fist, and You [Mirja] Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:13 am
She had dealt with the effects of being a known musician before. Either as a result of her music, her looks, and often a combination of the two, Sofia would be frequented by admirers. Though much less common, a few of them would display spiritual signals that merited recognition, and aligned more evenly with that of her own.
“I have just a tip,”
Her words were calm and collected, much like her musical style and the combat movements she rehearsed earlier.
“I appreciate the gesture, but try and be a bit less secretive next time.”
As she spoke, Sofia would display a noticeable smile that was imbedded with feelings of gratitude and amazement at finding both an expectation and an admirer so far out. Granted the idea that the woman had gone all the way there to meet her verged on the psychotic and perhaps even unhealthy form of addiction, but she wouldn’t push the notion of the thought regardless. Once she found herself at ease, she would sheath back the seele she had turned off earlier, repositioning in a non threatening way from the accidental angle it had been placed upon the stranger’s arrival.
“I could certainly play music for you if you’d like, but that’s not why I came out here today.”
Unlike her usual habit, she didn’t have a violin or a violin bow with her at the moment. Frankly she didn’t really need it. Sofia was able to create music with her geigenbogen without the need of a violin. She had already done so earlier however. At the time, she was merely interested in testing out some of the new techniques she had acquired, and how to best fit them into her artistic repertoire.
“I have a feeling you know who I am, but I’ve yet to figure out what or who you are.”
There was a vague feeling of having seen the lady at the last recital. Her appearance was unique enough to be able to remember it from a crowd. However, she didn’t know her name, and if she did, it has simply escaped her mind. Beyond that, there was a pretty intense spark of curiosity within the musical prodigy. The woman displayed a level of energy that wasn’t bad at all. The levels of reishi around her were negligible, so it was clear she wasn’t a Quincy. Her curiosity would have led her to wonder about her origins, and perhaps even about the nature of some of her abilities. If the her day was to be of luck, she would hope to find herself testing some of her techniques against someone that seemed like they could handle them. It was all in the sake of progress, success, and artistic development of course. As a bonus, though she wouldn’t admit it, the lady wasn’t difficult in the eyes, even if their difference in height made it a bit daunting of an experience.
Mirja held her smile as the girl seemed not at all repulsed by the fangs she was baring. Maybe it was because Mirja was not putting out any Reiatsu at all, or maybe the girl was just confident in herself, but the overbearing way Mirja had appeared didn't seem to put her off. It was just calmly accepted and politely warned against in future. Implying the girl was not totally repulsed and would allow a future to happen. Hearing that the girl would even play for her, personally, one day, made the Wolf blush. She wasn't the kind of girl to blush, she was the one that made others blush and then left them when they thought she was going to do more. She never did more. It wasn't in her nature to do more, more would imply she actually liked the bedroom waltz, but it was something saved for very special girls, since her virginity couldn't exactly be saved, having been stolen by a certain Demon in a certain Tundra.
"Ahh, yes, I'm Mirja Eeola. I'm a Wolf, and a Vizard. And, a Vastime. Vastimian. Vastimee? I wonder what Hayden uses as a possessive pronoun for the country..." she babbled, before brushing her hair back and strying to look presentable. It was difficult, she was predisposed towards looking scruffy, which was something entirely opposed to what she wanted. Eventually she just gave up and hung her head softly in defeat.
"So, what did you come out here for then?" Mirja asked, softly looking at the girl and trying to keep her blush under control. The girl, her music, and the fact that Mirja had made a complete ass of herself, made this quite the difficult task, however, and so she just stood looking awkward and trying not to fidget.
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: The Blade, The Fist, and You [Mirja] Mon Nov 14, 2016 6:47 pm
[PLAY POSTING MUSIC]
THE QUINCY PRODIGY
Artist: M.D. & The Five Strings - Song: Better When I'm Dancin'
”That is a lot of things,”
Her words were spoken with subtle hints of playfulness. She was known for being rather amicable at first, as she often tried to make it easier to befriend someone than push them away. However they perceived her thereafter was entirely beyond her control. Well, it was, but her own set of personal rules and code of ethics dictated how she behaved past her initial attempts to seem approachable, friendly, and caring.
The lady was indeed many things. The only one that truly caught her interest however was being a Vizard. She had seen enough odd things in the spiritual world where certain things didn’t really phase her, even if they were often hard to believe. As for her organization, she had heard of Hayden’s organization. Alas she had yet to meet the man despite the continuous effort from both his group and the Vandenreich. From the looks of it, either Sofia herself or the Elect would end up meeting with the man. The most logical answer however, or so she thought, was for the two of them to go together. Frankly, the Quincy prodigy didn’t believe they needed the help of his organization. She agreed it was in their best interest to make allies and friends, but there was a fine line she wouldn’t cross. After all, the Vandenreich was a Quincy organization that revolved around a positive fixation on the latter, and in their ongoing struggle to secure control and deliver ownership of the Earth back into human hands.
[b]”Just training. Every once in awhile, I enjoy doing it on my own, though it makes it much more fun when you have someone to participate.”
Sofia wouldn’t directly ask her to train or spar with her. The notion seemed vaguely, rude, and frankly just way out of line for her. If she volunteered however, the situation would be much different. In most cases it would be unwise to train or spar with someone that was practically a complete stranger, regardless of their fascination and admiration for the individual. Still, since she couldn’t sense any truly evil intent from her, she had no grounds to believe she would purposely do something that would cause undo harm. Had she been mistaken however, she was confident in the array of skills she possessed to keep her up and going against all but the rarest and most formidable of foes.
”You got nice skin though.”
The compliment, though it could hardly be called that, was rather well intended. While the renowned musician was aware on the right way to make a compliment or flirt, she purposely worded as so for a reason. Almost out of habit, her duties had instilled a form of professionalism that bled into other aspects of her lifestyle rather effortlessly. A rather stark contrast to Toshiko, her childhood friend, who seemed to tip the balance between mild professionalism back at the City of Light, to immature, childish, and overly perverted behavior.
Mirja grinned awkwardly as Sofia said that it was a lot of things. "Ohh, no. It's only one of the three. Either Vastimian, Vastime, or Vastimee. Not all three. I was just confused as to which pronoun was meant to be used, is all. So not a lot of things, only two. Well, three. But wolf is hardly a race. It just gives me the fluffiest tail that has ever tailed, is all" Mirja was clearly one to babble when she was awkwardly uncomfortable. She had no idea why she was uncomfortable, usually she was the girl leading the fight for snuu-snuu and left them blushing and confused.
But now. Now there was a problem with her, she actually liked someone, and that made it hard to do anything, especially since she was a stranger. And apparently training as well, something Mirja didn't want to interupt. Her training was probably a lot different from the girl's and she didn't want to disrupt or hurt her. So she just nodded and swished her tail a little bit until the compliment about her skin came up. Nice skin. Skin. skin. A hand immediately went to cover the nasty scar on her forehead, and she backed away a little.
"Lovely to meet you I must be off now have fun with your training don't get eaten!" she exclaimed, seemingly seriously put off by the 'compliment'. Mainly because beneath her Shunshakusho she was a mess. It wasn't the scars she was worried about, they where just price of life, it was the fact that she was now lying to the girl, even indirectly. She didn't have nice skin, it was horribly mangled, scarred and rough. "dont get into trouble now goodbye" She then took off with incredible speed, such that if the Quincy did not follow immediately, she would lose Mirja in seconds.
Subject Post 7Subject: Re: The Blade, The Fist, and You [Mirja] Tue Nov 15, 2016 11:38 am
[PLAY POSTING MUSIC]
THE QUINCY PRODIGY
Artist: N/A - Song: N/A
Right after her compliment, Sofia detected what could be seen as a rather serious expression from the newcomer, a stark contrast to the way she had behaved earlier. She wasn’t sure whether it had been from her own compliment or something else entirely. Granted it wasn’t the smoothest or most suave form of compliments but it hardly seemed to merit the response it did. And so, semi puzzled, she could do nothing but look almost as startled as her acquaintance did, tilting her head as if trying to get a different viewing angle from which to understand the wolf-girl’s own peculiar perils.
“S-same to you. Take care.”
Just like that, the odd lady had taken off as quickly as she had arrived. Though Sofia would make no attempt to follow her, why should her anyways, the visit would nonetheless strike curiosity in her. It was the first time she had met one of her kind. It had also been a while since she had talked to a vaizard. Her opinion on the way, varied, just like her opinion on the odd plethora of races that seemed to crowd the Earth even more. Perhaps admirers behaved in a similar fashion, in and out of the reaches of the musical stage. Plenty of times she had been approached by musical enthusiasts that proclaimed their idea of love not just for her music but for Sofia herself. Adorable as it was, she hardly ever got a chance to deny the attempts in the nicest of ways. Most of the ones who possessed such feelings also possessed varying amounts of social anxiety and a variety of issues that kept them from an extended dialogue with the girl they claimed to like so much.
Once the wolf girl was out of sight, the musical prodigy would take a few moments to recompose herself following the odd but welcomed interruption. And, with a seele in each hand, she readied to continue her graceful training maneuvers for most of what remained of the day.