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Subject Post 1Subject: A Little Less than Revenge [CLOSED] Mon Dec 05, 2016 9:23 pm
Song: Sanpo - Artist: ??? - Words: 537
A scowl formed across Rachael's lips as she tread through the streets of unfamiliar territory. While she was indeed familiar with the man who ran this entire... country? Nation? Who gave a flying fuck. The girl was here for one person and one person only. That person was NOT Hayden. It was someone else entirely. Someone who humiliated her en masse in front of a massive live audience. The girl was so utterly furious that she could feel her rage fully ready to burst right out of her poor little chest. The feeling was so intense, so powerful that the girl wanted to beat the living shit out of this woman if only to stop the feeling from festering inside of her any longer more so than to get actual revenge at this point.
But right now, she was having doubts. Why was that? Each step she took towards this god forsaken coffee shop was another spent distressed from the dual agonies of self-doubt and extreme malice. Yet there was no reason to feel doubt, was there? The last time she and Mirja fought, they were nigh equals the entire fight. Rachael only lost because of a miscalculation, as her ego was entirely too inflated. It still was, the girl wouldn't deny, but again, she was too preoccupied in trying to find Mirja and teach her a lesson to focus on changing a core part of her person. There was more to be done right now. Or at least, that's how it was in her head.
After days of trying to travel to this particular city and at least two hours worth of searching, Rachael finally found her destination. The coffee shop that was supposedly owned, or at least run by, Mirja... whatever the fuck her last name was. By the time Rachael realized she didn't know what the woman's last name was, she had already pushed the door open with a shaky hand and stepped inside the building. Her eyes switched from their typical golden color to a deep red as she activated her more useful power. The moment this happened, her eyes locked on Mirja. Or at least, her outline. Whether or not the woman was surprised to see Rachael crawling back to her for a second match was not what the girl cared about right now. The only thing on her mind was the urge to tear this woman to pieces.
Whether or not this woman was in the immediate vicinity was not one of Rachael's concerns, not was it on her mind. The first thing she did upon pushing the door open was take a deep breath and yell at the top of her lungs.
Whether or not the woman was in the building, it would be made clear that Rachael was looking for her. Someone here would be able to tell her where the woman was, as it was clearly open and in the middle of they day. Making an ass of herself wasn't really something the girl cared about either. It was something she was used to, so there were little to no fucks for the girl to give. She had one purpose and she was here to make sure she saw it through.
Mirja was in the back room, making a cute little cake for a pair who had come here on a date. Hayden hadn't spread her allegiance around, so it seemed she was still a nice spot for romance. So she made extra special care to to make a lot of hearts and lovey stuff to either endear the two to each other, or show them the futility of romance and just watch them go at it like rabid animals in the middle of her shop. It was a win win for her really. So she finished it off and took the order out via roller skates. It was a craze she had picked up and kind of liked.
But then, a blast from the sexy past came in just as Mirja was putting the order down. Rachel, of all people.Talk about walking into the lion's den. Or the wolves, as it turned out. Mirja's appearance had changed dramatically, her long pink hair was now short and grey, there were wolf ears, and a cute tail swishing from behind her. She was also wearing a stately maid's uniform. The screaming girl would spook a few of her customers, but she spoke up to calm her down. "Sorry, ex-girlfriend. Just enjoy your meals, I'll deal with this" she said, skating over to Rachel and grinning. She subtly activated her Infinte None-Stop Climax Scream technique, just to give her the edge.
"I'd rather you didn't burst my shop up, so mind going elsewhere with this grudge? It's not really a request, tiny. It's a, do it or I'll do it to you, kind of thing. So, is this you coming back for more because you has as much fun as I had back in that pit?" Mirja teased, giving her a sultry wink.
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: A Little Less than Revenge [CLOSED] Wed Dec 07, 2016 1:57 pm
Song: Fuschia Ruler - Artist: ??? - Words: 321
The girl laid eyes upon Mirja, not even noticing her new appearance, and immediately bared her teeth at her. All Rachael could see clearly was the outline of the woman's body. She knew by memory the the extreme lack of her spiritual presence, and so Rachael was certain she was unmistaken. Her rage was taking over too much of her conscious thought for her to actually pay attention to the scenery or the woman in front of her. As far as she was aware, her vision was completely clouded by the rage.
"Where." Rachael muttered. Though it was a question, it sounded more like a statement when the girl uttered it. Her emotions were too busy clouding her conscious thought for her to actually register the entirety of what she or anyone else was saying. The only thing the girl did while waiting for Mirja to reply or take her to wherever the hell she had in mind was cross her arms impatiently and start tapping her foot like the impatient bitch she was. The only thing that made her stop was when Mirja brought up the last time that they met.
Rachael's face instantly went red and she turned her head away in a vain attempt to hide her embarrassment. Meanwhile her tail tucked itself between her legs, helping her absolutely none when it came to hiding her shame. "Just fucking take me wherever the hell so I can beat your cocky little face in!" the girl hissed, a low growl rumbling from her chest and throat. Mirja's taunting would only seem to feed the girl's rage more, her breaths becoming broken up as if to testify that fact. "You're lucky I don't tell a certain man in power what you did to me." she added, glaring at the woman out of the corner of her eye, the redness on her cheeks fading just a little at the mention of Hayden.
Wow. This girl was mad, with a capital M. It must have taken her a while to recover and regain her wits as Mirja finished her off in the most spectacular manner possible, and then broke the young Doge girl out of that place while she was still unconscious in post-coitus bliss. And now she came here, barking and growling so cutely Mirja just wanted to pet her head and coo 'good doggie' and then slap a collar on her and use her to attract more customers. She needed some sort of guidance after all, and Mirja would probably be the least rough.
"Where? Well, you don't look to have grown much since our last little spat, so there is this training grounds set up outside the city for metapowered people to spar. We tend to make a mess of things entirely by accident if we are let loose in the middle of the city. So there, is were" she explained. The Doge girl was so enraged it was a surprise she managed to not try and claw Mirja's eyes out. With try being the operative word in this situation. The little madam tapped her foot as if she was the one in control of the situation, which was so not true despite Mirja's uniform.
Mirja's amusement grew when Rachel thought she could beat Mirja's 'cocky little face in'. She could hardly handle Mirja's Shikai all that time ago, and so would probably wet herself if faced with Mirja's bankai now, espeically a form like Ursa Drive. Even she was a little spooked by the appearance of that form. Unfortunately, she ruined Mirja's happy fun time by bitching about what happened in the Underground Nude Beach Deathmatch. It vexated Mirja so much she snapped a roundhouse into Rachel's side, with the plan of winding her so she would pay attention. However, even though Mirja pulled the kick before hitting, she miscalculated due to the current technique she was channeling, and the blow was substantially stronger than she had anticipated, and would probably knock her across the cafe and through the right hand wall.
Subject Post 5Subject: Re: A Little Less than Revenge [CLOSED] Wed Dec 07, 2016 3:17 pm
Song: Fuschia Ruler - Artist: ??? - Words: 297
As Mirja talked, the girl only felt her impatience getting the best of her. When would this girl just shut up and take her there so they could get this over and done with. The tapping of her foot only grew more intense until Mirja snapped unexpectedly, kicking the girl clean across the cafe. The girl's lack of reaction speed, mostly due to her unclear and unfocused mind, was the main reason she was kicked so far. That and Mirja was a lot stronger than the girl remembered, and as a result of seeing this, there was only one thing that went through Rachael's mind as she crashed through the wall into the building next door.
'This was a mistake.' But as Rachael slowly stood up, panting as she felt the damage that was done, she didn't understand something. No matter how much effort she put into her training, into becoming stronger, into killing countless Hollows that threatened to infiltrate her home, there was no increase in power. No increase in ability. Nothing happened. She was the same she'd been for years while everyone else around her was getting stronger. After seeing how powerful Hayden was and now how strong Mirja had gotten, she had only become more and more confused.
"Why..." she muttered, completely and utterly inaudible for Mirja to hear. The girl pushed herself out of the rubble and shakily stood up while attempting to regain her strength. This woman wouldn't get the best of her. Rachael wouldn't allow it. No matter how much stronger she was, she would outsmart her or outlast her or something. There could be some weakness that Mirja had that Rachael could find and exploit. Because if she couldn't get stronger, then there had to be something else she could do, right?
Letting out a deep sigh as Rachael took out the wall, she slowly walked over to the breach. She'd been meaning to expand and renovate, so now was as good a time as any. Her customers fled the place, calling the police as they went, and she'd rather not have to deal with them again. So she reached Rachael and loomed over her as she got out of the rubble. It was kind of sad to watch this little girl struggle to get up from one hit that was pulled considerably. She really didn't know what she was getting into.
"Look, Pet. That thing you were stupid enough to get captured for was quite the dangerous place. After I had beaten you, you'd have gone back to a cell, been fed gruel and cock, and then forced to wait until your next fight, were the rules would be the same, only someone rougher with you would have fought that time. Had you won, you'd been sent back to the cell, and been fed some gruel. Had you lost, you would have had nothing but cock. A third loss would have seen your death in that arena. But I got you out. I rescued you from those people and that life, and I only did what I did to make sure they didn't suspect until it was too late" She told Rachael, clearly irritated over her anger.
"But no. You come here, blaming me, because you got caught and I had to use you like a sex toy to get you out. It's not something I am proud of, nor is it something I really repeated, but you came here, all hackles and hissing, and now I am going to have to teach you a very long, very hard lesson about respect"