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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Tue Mar 07, 2017 4:20 pm







The chin-length raven hair of the Kuchiki noblewoman swirled around her face in a flurry, like snowflakes that fall in the wind. Her dazzling amethyst orbs directed ahead of her with the intent as her reiatsu radiated from her being in cool waves, muting the area around her with an eerie, chilling silence.

She felt no reason to conceal herself in this place as she made her way to the training ground — her slender legs pushing off of a tree branch, catapulting her in an arc; where she henceforth floated towards her destination. Rukia's shihakusho fluttered in the wind generated from her momentum, and she landed on the ground no more than three meters from a training dummy, with silent grace.






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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Tue Mar 07, 2017 4:29 pm


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Surrounded by six thick black arms, Mirja was sat in the Training Ground, focusing on the concept of her Tulpa. She refused to believe there was nothing she could do after this, and so was going to throw herself into the conceptualization of what a Tulpa was, at it's core, and the powers that it could possess. She was currently working on the design of her fists, wondering if she could make them any different, or feed her Reiatsu into them for a limited time. She was close to a breakthrough when someone came through the Vastime Training Ground door. That was another reason she was there, waiting for the person who had sent a message telling her that they would be down for her training. The message of her training was prolific, after all. She was unsure if anyone had not got it.

The peace she was enjoying was swept away in an instant when she saw that it was the beautiful Kuchiki that had come down to visit her. Not Byakuya, who she could probably irritate for some training, but Rukia, the cute one. Mirja grinned broadly and - retracting the fists back into her body - launched herself at the Icy Noble, with all the vigor of a mad wolf girl.
"Rukia! Hi!" She had never officially met the girl, just seen her around when Mirja borrowed the Kuchiki Estate gardens for meditation. With her coming down for some training, it would make a great day for the both of them. Hopefully, Rukia was latched onto her life hard enough to pass the test, failing someone so cute would make Mirja's heart weep. "It's awesome to see you! Welcome to Vastime, it's like the best nation on Earth and we have the best people and now you are here we have all the cutest girls!" The Wolf was not wearing her Shihakusho, but rather her Vastime Uniform so she looked a little different.

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Tue Mar 07, 2017 4:40 pm







Rukia's seriousness cracked at Mirja's admission, her bell-like laughter chiming from behind her now radiant, pearly white smile. She bowed politely, before extending her cold hands in order for one to clasp onto one of Mirja's, while the other rested upon her shoulder, a sign of polite solidarity, nonetheless.

"I've heard much about you, Eeola-san. The others weren't kidding when they said that you had a lot of enthusiasm." Rukia said, chuckling some more, her was voice soft, like the gentle sound of a flute — a trait that undoubtedly chipped away at the Shinigami's hard, icy exterior. Around Rukia's neck was none other than the Kuchiki Clan scarf, for Byakuya had entrusted it to his sister as a symbol of good-luck, something quite unlike her brother, she had to add. Either way, it enhanced Rukia's features, adding a subtle glow to her porcelain skin, making the petite statured woman look even more refined.






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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Tue Mar 07, 2017 4:58 pm


Mirja, The Wolf of Eden





Mirja managed to stop herself from tackling Rukia full-bodily, not thinking the girl would appriciate that, but did snatch her up into a tight hug, picking her off the ground and letting the girl get a good sense of the legendary might that Mirja possessed. She managed to meld cute and formal so well, Mirja just couldn't contain herself in her show of appreciation for Rukia's form.
"For such beautiful women like you, my enthusiasm is endless! No need to be so formal, you can just call me Sempai!" Mirja exclaimed, before finally regaining herself, and putting Rukia back down on the ground, her wolfish tail swishing behind her.

Giving Rukia a proper look over, how every part of her was so perfect, Mirja felt her nose bleed in appreciation. Ahh, this was so perfect. But then she really got a grasp of herself wiped the nose-blood away, and got Srs Wolf Mode: ON!
"But I'm pretty sure you didn't come here for hugs and to show off how good looking you are. Come, there is no physical here, so you should have your thinking cap on before stepping in, but once you do, I hope you can really nail this. I haven't had much luck with pupils lately" She said, leading Rukia to the dead center of the training ground and sitting down. "The core of this technique, is to find peace. The thing that brings you the most harmony. What can always sooth your ragged nerves when you think to it" she told Rukia, taking a deep breath and preparing. "It can be hard to achieve. Not everyone immediately knows what calls to there soul. Other people have to think on it daily, or several times a day. Either way, take as long as you need. This is not a race, and you will fail if you chose a memory that is too weak"

She then sat back, and looked to Rukia, waiting for her to begin the search into herself.

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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Tue Mar 07, 2017 9:41 pm







Rukia began waving her hands in embarrassment, attempting to dissuade Mirja from her speech on how Rukia was good-looking. This made the Shinigami's cheeks tinge with pink — blushing lightly, but nonetheless she followed the other woman into the center of the training ground, kneeling directly in front of Mirja, her palms placed flat atop her slender, hakama covered thighs. Her cold gaze pierced Mirja's own, her pupils narrowing just so slightly as she began her concentration, heeding the other woman's words.

Her voice exited her lips, like that of a songbird's, assailing Mirja's eardrums soulfully, "I understand, Eeola-senpai. Thank you for taking me on as your pupil, I can only gander that a woman such as yourself is as busy, or even busier than Nii-sama."


Her was muted almost instantly once she had finished speaking. The muscles in her face relaxed, her jaw slackening just enough to allow breath to pass through her parted lips; her eyes of jeweled amethyst becoming hidden beneath her pale, paper thin lids as her thick, dark eyelashes dusted her cheekbones, leaving a shadow in their wake.






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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Wed Mar 08, 2017 9:06 am


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Heh, Sempai. Rukia really was a cut above the rest of the people she had met. Noble-personality, so polite and so good looking as well. Mirja felt like she was in heaven when someone like Rukia called her Sempai. It was like she was slowly going to fall for her Wolf Teacher and through that would come to admire her presence and then admit her feelings in a show of bravery which Mirja would accept because she had finally conquered the fear of rejection by her idol and come up to actually get something moving for her own sake.

'You can be such an egotist, you know?' Hvit put in, shaking her head and laughing softly. Mirja grinned at Hvit.
'Cute girls bring out the worse in me' Mirja replied, as Rukia was doing her peace. There wasn't much Mirja could do now until Rukia came and was confident that she knew exactly what she was going to use for her peaceful time. So, instead of just sitting around waiting, Mirja sat herself, and spawned her Six Guns again. Since creation she had only rarely sat down and given a proper thought towards her Tulpa after creation. Technically she had never really given a proper thought to anything she had made, but that was because they were hers to the core.

This, Tulpa, this was not. It was a borrowed technique, from someone smarter than her. Better, than her. So she needed to know if there was anywhere she could go with it, or if she had hit the epitome of Tulpa with her Full Tulpa. Although, the existence of the Territorial Tulpa, implied not. And so she was looking through both her Personal and her Full to see if she could take them anywhere beyond what they were.

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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Wed Mar 08, 2017 2:21 pm







Rukia's expression was somber as she began unlocking the tightly sealed vault that contained every memory she had ever had. The key turned in the lock, and the gears began to turn, drawing back the multilayered iron segments that locked away and separated her memories from Rukia's regular thought processes.

The room in which the noble woman's memories were stored was vast, organized by rows of shelves, 40 meters high, in which her memories were sealed inside labeled glass phials, with cork stoppers in the top; occluded with dust. The air was stale, like that of a room that hadn't been touched in centuries, and smelled of deteriorating parchment. Rukia stepped into the room, her waraji clad feet echoing her footsteps each time she moved, violet orbs cast ahead, scanning the rows of phials for each memory she would try.

Rukia located the first — the phial's contents swirling, attempting to climb the glass, in a mist of red — and she extended her hand to free the phial from its velvet covered cushion; this was the memory of the woman's adoption, and life prior to it in Hanging Dog.

She continued making her way through the great, echoing hall, her pace slow so she could search the shelves thoroughly. She paused as her eyes fell upon a phial with a brilliant, black, glittering cloud inside of it, as if it were encrusted with black diamonds that reflected the light in its many facets; the phial's contents was the memory of when Ichigo had rescued her from her rumored fate — her execution by Sōkyoku.

She scooped up the second phial and held it securely in her pallid hands, where she then pursed her lips, releasing a stream of concentrated breath in order to blow the dust that dirtied the glass vessel. Turning on her heel, Rukia ventured back to the thick, bolted iron door of the vault, crossing the threshold once more as the vault sealed shut behind her; the gears screaming in protest as they rotated, which the Shinigami duly noted was from the vault not being opened for nearly 400 years.

The room that surrounded Rukia was familiar, for it was almost identical to the root cellar of the Kuchiki Manor, sans the various array of bottled wines, sakes, and pickled vegetables, that is. At the end of the stone-walled room was a staircase, no doubt the very same staircase that lead to the groundfloor of the Manor. Her feet carried her autonomously to it, and then began her ascent; climbing the wooden stairs that were usually occupied by the servants, the wood creaking beneath Rukia's meager weight.

At the top of the stairs, Rukia kicked off her waraji, and padded down the wood floored corridor with her bare feet. It was strange seeing the Manor vacated like this, but Rukia was in the depths of her mind, after all. She headed to the east wing of the compound, where her room was located, though she was stopped short as she rounded the corner that lead to the hallway containing the door to her room — the hallway had been sealed off, and replaced by a magnificent arch-way, through which Rukia's dazzling amethyst irises could see a room whose floor was cushioned and completely covered by a plush futon, and loaded with large pillows — richly colored tapestries draped from the ceiling, dancing in a whirl of oranges, yellows, and reds, like a sunset.

She crossed over the threshold, and leading herself into the dead center of the room, where she then collapsed, folding her legs beneath her, to take on a sitting position. Her hands trembled for a moment as Rukia collected herself — this was it. The moment of truth. The noblewoman fumbled with uncorking the phial that contained the memory of her adoption; the cork was sealed shut, and had no intention of opening anytime soon. Perhaps the fates were telling her that the swirling red haze of a memory wasn't strong enough, or the memory that spoke to her soul.

The second phial, however, was uncorked with ease. Rukia had to barely apply any force as she withdrew the cork, the thick, concentrated memory ebbing from its container like steam rising from boiling water; and the room around her began to fog as she was overtaken by the memory that she had just released.

It was the day of her execution. The sunlight burned into Rukia's skin with a silent fury — angered by the crime she had committed. Her thoughts drifted to Kaien-dono's death, and she reflected upon the role she had played in it; feeling unworthy of any sort of rescue that Ichigo had in mind after the stunt he had pulled against Byakuya the day before. Her heart was at peace, and she had no regrets. This was it; the end of her 150 year life. She closed her eyes, awaiting for the pain that would be accompanied by the Sokyoku's blow, but it never came. Her heavy, exhaustion shadowed eyelids fluttered open, to be greeted by a familiar scowl, in all its unruly glory. It was Ichigo, and he had once again come to save her.

Rukia's Reiatsu howled, its icy fury awakened, and increasing steadily as she was roused from her memory, her mind going completely still as a response from the memory that had just played in her mind like a silent film. Her breathing was calm, and unlabored, as her eyes flitted open, her eyelashes quivering as her paper thin lids retreated, revealing her magnificent jeweled amethyst orbs — her pupils narrowed to cat-like slits in unbreakable focus, and concentration. Rukia's soul had been awakened.






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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Wed Mar 08, 2017 2:40 pm


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There was something, now that Mirja got down to the nitty gritty. A flow of energy from her mind to the constructs of her mind. She felt there was something she could do with this if she really worked on it, but really working on it would take a while, plus she needed to deal with Rukia's training before she woke up and thought 'what do I do now?' like most people who were learning from someone who didn't exactly have a lot of students yet.

But the existence of this energy was interesting. So while Rukia was doing her mind thing, she looked into the flow of energy. Distinctly different to her Reiatsu, it started in her mind, but flowed through her entire body as a result of the Territorial Tulpa she was using. Most peoples would probably just go from the mind to the Tulpa. But there was not much more time to work on anything more than just finding the nature of this energy, as Rukia seemed to have exploded.

Not in the literal sense, obviously, but she was flaring out her power as if she was invigorated, which generally happened when you found your best memory. The peace that you felt then, was paradoxically something that would bring the soul to great activity.
'Why can't they all react like that?' Mirja thought, before standing up, her arms dissolving as she did.
"You found it, I'm guessing. Good. Now, more mental stuff. You have to think of everything important to you. What you love, what gets you out of bed in the morning, what desires drive you onwards and what hidden vengeance boils your blood, that you keep close to your heart and use it to warm you at night. And then, with your peace, you must discard them all. Cut the ties with the world, and with your drive. Discard your life into the Void, while retaining the feeling of harmony"

Maybe it was Mirja. So many people had failed, she thought she had best make the stakes much more obvious, because apparently, people were stupid and couldn't figure them out themselves.

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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Wed Mar 08, 2017 2:56 pm







It was as if Mirja's words were a command — Rukia's thoughts springing forth with blinding speed, sending her soaring through the recesses of her mind like a hawk in flight, her mind's eye flittering from memory to memory in sequence: her adoption by Nii-sama and the Kuchiki Clan, her love and admiration for Kaien-dono, Kaien-dono's death, her first meeting with Ichigo, Ichigo becoming her savior during her execution, and her drive to protect all of her loved ones from further pain and suffering. Those were her driving forces that roused her each morning, with an unmatched determination.

Rukia mentally shook herself, for part of her didn't want to cast those memories into the void, but it was necessary in order to progress with Mirja's technique. She freed herself from the bindings of her memories and loves, transcending the barrier between being held back, and harvesting her full potential with enlightenment. The frozen waves of her icy Reiatsu continued to bear down on Rukia's surroundings, the pressure increasing significantly as she cast away all of her mortal attachments — swirling around her petite form like a frigid, chilling tornado that sank into one's bones.






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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]   Wed Mar 08, 2017 3:05 pm


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Apparently, not. Mirja made very clear what was going to happen, and yet Rukia said nothing and just did it, without a word of complaint. Did nobody have a life that they valued? Was the Nihilistic tendencies she had when chasing Caanan really the truth of the world? That any man or woman would throw away all they were in return for power. It was a depressive thought, one that turned the rope that was Mirja's self-control into an oil-slick thing, and her nature leaked out. Filling the Vastimian training ground with the fear a man feels, facing down a snarling wolf, ready to pounce.

She gave it a few seconds, and then shook her head and spoke, not wanting Rukia to drop everything and then risk being unable to regain them.
"Sorry, Rukia. But you failed. I really hoped you didn't, you are cute, and you are mature enough that I hoped you had the experience to pass when others did not. But my standards were set to high for you, apparently. You are welcome to explore Vastime while you contemplate your failure. Just because you didn't do it right this time, doesn't shut you out forever. If you can return and tell me exactly why you failed, then you will gain another chance" She told the girl, heading to the door to let her out. Was she ever going to find someone that passed her test? Or was life worthless, and all the memories in the world were worthless next to a new technique that nobody even knew anything about. She made sure of that, wanting the test to be as unbiased as it could be. "I own a cafe, if you want to get something to drink. I get some unique ingredients in that make for some really nice teas, coffees and cocoa"

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