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Mirja seemed to be getting through to the woman, and it was nice. Unfortunately, she said that it was the wish of the previous that the next see this. And without much to go on other than 'this' she was dragged down memory lane. Where the lane was set on fire, and covered with bleeding goat skulls, and the worst song in the world played on repeat. It seemed from the look that she was going to go down the depressive memory lane that Henrex forced her down. What was it with people and flinging their shit in her face? She didn't want it, fuck off. She was so far jaded at this point that she could have been sold to a wealthy oriental collector for billions. A life-sized Jade statue of a wolf girl. He was probably quite the Otaku as well. She slipped back into The Void emotionally as she had to sit through this none interactive cut scene. Yes, it was a very shitty thing to happen, but she'd been staring into the eyes of a dead kid for a hundred years now. And not one that she had accidentally killed while trying to protect. This was someone who, through her own pride and negligence, had murdered undeniably,
So when Ruin spoke, Mirja looked back at her, tried and failed to put anything resembling emotion into her voice, and just left it as a flat monotone. "Never had a family, so I can't relate in the slightest. Nor ever had a person precious enough to me that losing them would do anything to adversely affect me. I can't judge Tsubasa for what happened, nor will I. We are all different creatures under the skin, and we are all products of our history. I've to great a deficit of Empathy to know what you expect me to learn from this"
Apparently dying people were a good thing, because that made a lot more death. She didn't quite get it, but hey, that confusion was apt fordealing with psychopaths like this. And with all this pomp and ceremony, it was clear Mirja was getting rather bored with it all. She was a girl that loved action, and sure the action at the start was good, and then the action of talking to Ruin was also good, but she had Tai Chi to work on and the Tundra Lotus and her Tulpa and general refinement of her fighting style and cookies. Busy girl, she was.
Despair appeared again, chatted about how good stuff was, mentioned Damien - who was cool, Mirja had to hunt him down some time and see about round two - and then she was mildly surprised by the appearance of Tsunashi. At least, she assumed it was him, and not just someone else dropping by for confusion's sake. "Girl with wolfish appendages and a massive monster by her side, but sure, go for the bewbs. Not that I am any different, admittedly, but hypocrisy was invented to be pointed out whenever possible, and not to just be left hanging in the air" she quipped, big grin as she was enjoying herself now. Give her the chance to talk and she'll be happy. She then looked to Ruin, and shook her head softly. "We are going to have to sort out the soul eating thing. Find you a different thing to snack on. Maybe subsidise you into my body and then use Tulpa, or go see Zeda. Smrt guy, after all..." she muttered, before shrugging and enfolding Ruin in a big hug. "Either way, there will be fun to be had with me~ now let's get out of this thing and to food~ I'm hungry"
Mirja listened to the guy talk on about stuff and things, one of which was try to stop Tsubasa going mental if he went mental. Which, was pretty hilarious, really. From what Mirja had seen of him, there wasn't many people that could actually act as a restraining bolt to Tsubasa if he decided that the Earth was going to die because his strawberry muffin had been taken by a random person that had left no trace except strawberry muffin crumbs. "I'm smart, don't worry about me. I don't do things without doing the thinking first. I'll do the thinking and see what I can rock off" She muttered, before looking back to Ruin one last time, and nodding. Exiting the world finally, she returned to normality, her mind shuddering a bit as The Beast of Gévaudan returned to her mindscape, and growled, filling it again with a desire for violence.
Ruin would appear softer than she had first looked, more in line with Mirja's thoughts of necessary ruin, and so she would appear like a well kept soldier in a well supplied army, polished armour that was clearly a separate part of her rather than burned on, and even plumes, though Mirja would remove that if Ruin didn't like them.
As for the weapon itself, it seemed to fold in on itself until it became a dilapidated, threadbare hairband, that Mirja then put on and kept her hair in a neat ponytail. "You have the best toys Tsubasa. I've been looking everywhere for a hairband that could keep my hair in place and not snap disgracefully within the first hour of service" She said, smiling to him as she got in comfortable, and then set about thinking. Soul eating was bad, but if Mirja could integrate Ruin into her Inner World, then she could modify her via Tulpa Conceptualisation.