Re: The Conscious of the 4th Division Vice-Captain... [150 years ago]

Sat Feb 01, 2014 2:26 pm

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The Conscious of the 4th Division Vice-Captain... [150 years ago] - Page 2 Neviah

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"I may have no parents, but they've already done more than you ever will..."
Child of Existence Neviah Clixx-Kimura
誰もの子供

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'I'm so dumb for telling her I'm a Rosary... I'll be in trouble for sure now...'

Was what was going through Neviah's head. She made a mistake by breaking the promise she made with the 0 Division and Captain Unohana by telling someone what her race actually was, when she was supposed to keep it secret. What was worse was that Neviah was afraid she might have opened Eliah up to potential risk as well for revealing this secret. The only good possibility being that the room is sound proof of course, so as long as Eliah doesn't spread the word like a wild fire, they both should be fine and not have to worry about any sort of correctional action being taken against either of them. But her mode of concentration was broken the second that her hand was swatted away by Eliah and she looked at her in sudden confusion. Neviah took her swatted hand and held it in the other by her chest as she looked at Eliah confused. Why did she hit her hand when she just wanted to inspect to ensure that she wont be in more pain from the odd action of her biting down on the thermometer?

Neviah was instead hit hard with scolding and it changed her expression from confused, to sad. Puppy dog eyes just screamed from her very look as Eliah proceeded to rip into the depressed Vice-Captain. Beginning to sulk, Neviah just looked down as Eliah scolded her for bringing up such a depressing topic and Neviah took the criticism without any rebuttal. She was right after all. Just springing a sad story in without warning and potentially adding to the depressed atmosphere of Konomi's death and perhaps her guest was also having a hard time as well, which would most likely explain her aggression. It was wrong of Neviah to be bringing up that story at a time like this, and it only made her feel even worse. Neviah began to believe that she was the worst Vice-Captain ever, and perhaps she just needed to quit the Gotei all together. Of course it didn't stop there with Eliah also commenting on the fact that Neviah could have just been brief and told her the answer to her questions out right instead of having to bring on a depressing story behind it. But instead of Neviah growing more and more upset, something was said that made her stop the sniffles and moans of sadness...

Her name...

Eliah told Neviah her name, and Neviah looked right at her with a look of surprise. Yes, Eliah did make the deal with Neviah that if she told her she's the daughter of Ceon, she'll get her name, but Neviah didn't expect to be rewarded after being scolded so much. This was really a change of events and a surprise to the young Memory Rosary. She actually was dumbstruck for a moment and didn't even know how to respond till Eliah broke the silence and requested in her own way some dry clothing. Of course, she called Neviah slave girl, but Neviah didn't really pay attention to that part. She was more distracted by the fact that at first she was scolded, then she was rewarded with her name, and an acceptance to her previous invitation to warm clothing. When the realization settled, a smile grew over Neviah's face as she wiped the tears from her eyes and a small blush spread across her face.

"R-Right, Haha~"

Quickly, Neviah reached down grabbing her now blood stained white kimono top and approached the door, while also grabbing the patient file on the counter top. She opened the door and placed the file within the holder outside of the door and looked back into the room where Eliah was sitting in an odd fashion and smiled.

"F-Follow me Eliah-chan!"

Neviah then proceeded to head in the direction of her office. The dripping sounds of her wet clothing colliding with the tile floor as she walked in grace towards her office. Of course the Vice-Captain was a mess, but she was over joyed at the moment, as she had the feeling that she just made a friend in a very weird way. Of course, not many "friends" would attack one outright, or even scold the other in that fashion, but after having her only friend die recently, Neviah was in need of someone to comfort her, and this was someone who even knew her father, and didn't hate her for it! Instead of breaking Neviah down and calling her some big shot due to family reasons, Eliah spoke to her and not at her as a shadow. This really lifted Neviah's heart and she was excited to take Eliah to her office. Neviah was off in her own little world, she wasn't even paying attention to if Eliah was following her, she just kept going till she reached her office and walked in while humming a soft tune that matched her raised spirit.

What was Neviah planning for the two after she fetched them some dry and warm clothing??

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Tue Feb 04, 2014 1:46 pm

It had been quite sometime since Eliah had ever considered one to be her friend, and she didn't exactly plan on doing so. However, it seemed to be that things were unconsciously falling that way and Eliah's odd kindness was being a catalyst to such things. Her words flowed out of her mouth in a much less hostile manner than what she normally spoke with. Yet at the same time the climate produced from Neviah's personality seemed to radiate onto that of Eliah's own being, causing such nice things to be produced from her being. A feeling that she was oh so unfamiliar with, kindness. She typically could never keep herself around a person that had such good things to say for longer than a matter of minutes, but for some reason or another she seemed to be doing just fine when it came to Neviah. The small blush that appeared to the girls face was a result of such kindness that was delivered from Eliah. She had given the pure white child her name, which resulted in positive feedback from the recipient. She had stopped crying, but then her further words would be the ones that would send her face from the pale white transparency that it once was to the vibrant red color it was now. Such things were derived from, whether it be indirect or not, kindness. Something that Eliah wasn't exactly fond of, or really cared about to any extent. She didn't really avoid it, it just never occurred as her personality had always been known to that of an iceberg: ready to sink any ship that trailed its path.

It seemed like the words that Eliah spoke would seek out further than just that of a red face. Excitement seemed to sprawl upon the girl's face as and bodily gestures as she left from a sad and teary state to a very puerile state. It was as if Eliah was a puppy, or something of the sort, and Neviah had just found her laying in a puddle of mud. For some reason or another it seemed to be that Neviah wanted to adjust the gears that spun inside of Eliah's head, but at the same time Eliah wanted the same for Neviah. Eliah still wanted to turn things around with the girl before her, she still wanted to keep trying to churn the abilities out of her head so that Eliah could be taught as she was. Neviah just needed a push toward the opposite direction than to that of the one she was already in. Actually... "X" that, she just need to stopped getting pushed in general. She was too easy, she made things to simple for those that were around her. It really did surprise Eliah that she was only so close knit with one girl, and even then she let her slip through her fingertips. For someone that was so hospitable, she must have really relied on her friend's abilities to let her leave for such a task that could result in death. Though, that was the field they were, the smallest mission could turn out to a full blown war in a moments notice. There never was any real direction with the events as they unfolded, sometimes they turned out well... others not so much.

Eliah watched as the girl sprung up and snatched the maroon and white kimono from the ground, her movements were gracefully and full of glee. Eliah was somewhat disgusted by such ways of moving. Eliah just wanted to place whelps upon the entire surface of her skull, at the same time she felt a sense of comfort through how carefree she was. Eliah couldn't understand the girl. She was so ridden of joy and happiness, yet she was still one of the most delightful people she had ever met. Frightened of the world, but still sweet and gentle to every being that approached her. Such things puzzled Eliah to how she could hold such power and be such a wuss. She couldn't think of anything other than the fact that Neviah must not want such powers, but she couldn't understand how she could just sit and listen of her friend's death.

"F-follow me, Eliah-chan!"

She uttered her name for the first time and it seemed to be a delight as she made her way out of the room. Eliah couldn't help but sigh in the fact that she was going to have to remove herself from the position of sitting to becoming mobile again. She let her head droop back for a split second before using the momentum of her upper body and cranium to pull her from the surface of the medical table and to the floor. However, her feet didn't seem to want to comply so she stumbled a bit forward, trying to gain a grip of the ground below. The blood causing her feet to jerk from beneath her as friction with the bottom of her foot and the floor became little to none. Finally, after grabbing a hold of the counter and flailing her feet around for a bit she finally caught a dry piece of the tile below and was able to get a hold of her balance and continue on into the hall where she would look to find Neviah. Her feet slipping out every once and a while as she tried to follow the wet trail behind Neviah. Eliah had grasped her mind on the thought of leaving at that point since the two had both heard what they wanted to hear. Eliah stopped and looked back to see a few other squad members peeking their heads from doorways at the girl, the males with a blushed face as the back of her garb wedged itself between her cheeks. She looked back to her rear and raised a brow slightly blushing at the matter before frantically ripping the back piece of her lower half from the depths of her crack. The girls that saw giggled at the sight of the woman that had just attacked their captain being embarrassed. Eliah let a steam of hot air out of her nose as she strutted with resent toward the room Neviah was headed toward, completely forgetting about the though of leaving.

When she entered the office Eliah noticed the agonized vibrations of a hum being produced from the girl that she had just become acquainted with. This was not going to fly, Eliah was not one for annoying things unless she herself was doing them and humming was far up on that list. She clinched her fist as she proceeded to come closer to the girl, growling in agitation it seemed it was time for a change of pace for Eliah.

"Would you stop acting so happy? I told you my name, I didn't propose to you. So stop acting as though we've just become best friends, because frankly... we haven't! You're taking things a little to far, a girl like you shouldn't be so sidetracked by the death of a friend by that of a stranger. Whether it meant opening new doors or not, one has still shut and locked for the rest of eternity. Go back to being miserable, I liked you better that way. I can't stand your annoying sounds of joy..."

Tue Feb 11, 2014 6:48 am

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The Conscious of the 4th Division Vice-Captain... [150 years ago] - Page 2 Neviah

"I may have no parents, but they've already done more than you ever will..."
Child of Existence Neviah Clixx-Kimura
誰もの子供

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As Neviah entered her office, she passed by the desk that was owned by someone who was not with them anymore. The desk on the side of her nice office belonged to Konomi, the previous 3rd seat of the 4th Division, and it even still had all the papers set and decorations from when she was last there. Neviah never touched it or moved anything in the past three weeks, as to not possibly move anything or touch anything that shouldn't be touched. It's somewhat ironic that Eliah come around the corner yelling at Neviah about acting so cheerful when in fact her friend is dead and it was like she forgot all about it. Neviah actually didn't pay any attention to mind to what Eliah had said, because if Eliah had seen Neviah's eyes, she could clearly see the sadness behind them, just from walking by her deceased friends work station. Neviah didn't want to display her appearance to Eliah, as it was bad enough the two girls were all dripping wet as is.

As Neviah approached the back of her office, there was a lovely built oak dressing cabinet located near a closet in which also housed some additional apparel, including Shinigami uniforms, Medical scrubs, operating apparel, and even dress Kimonos. Neviah wasn't interested in any of that however, as she began shifting through the clothing within the oak cabinet looking for something Eliah's size, but even more importantly, her color. Eliah had more of a bleak color tone compared to most Shinigami, where most were a natural white or peach color, or many different variations to their race in respect, Eliah was more of a gray color, and a slight blue accent. Neviah was searching for color schemes that would highlight her blue eyes, and bring off attention of her gray skin, as Neviah wanted her to look nice, as well as comfortable. "Lets see... We can try this..." said Neviah to herself as she pulled a few things from the hangers and approached Eliah. She handed her a lovely black under dress to go with the tan over coat, and a blue obi sash to tie it all together. By doing so, the black will lighten her skin tone, and the tan will distract the color, while the blue accent of the obi sash would really help lift the color in her eyes. Setting the clothing within her arms, Neviah walked past Eliah, completely ignoring anything she would say and closed the door behind them to ensure no peepers would be trying anything fishy.

"T-Try those on Eliah-chan. There are towels in the b-bathroom to your left to dry off..."

To Eliah's left there was a very standard full bathroom with shower, toilets, and sinks. The bathroom was for the Vice-Captain and 3rd Seat for they were mostly in charge of medical practice including surgeries, and things would get messy. To ensure that they could clean themselves up and have a sense of privacy, they were given their own bathing quarters. Neviah turned her back to Eliah and went to the closet and closed the door behind her and locked herself inside. From there, she proceeded to remove the wet bandages from around her torso that she wore when she practiced her Thai chi and other martial practices. She also removed her bottom half of clothing and dried herself off from a towel that she had in there drying from days prior. Shivering slightly due to being in the cold for so long, Neviah proceeded to pick out her attire. Remembering every single article of clothing in there, she was reminded of Memories of when her and Konomi would go shopping. Konomi was always the outgoing one, and would force Neviah to try on many different things, and Neviah would just quietly comply, as she loved being in her company and doing things with her friends. It was hard for Neviah to enjoy any sort of social life, but Konomi really helped bring Neviah to light that the outside world isn't always out to get her. She can peacefully go outside and enter shops and enjoy many simple things that Neviah loves outside of her exercises.

Finally finished changing, Neviah emerged from the closet hoping to see Eliah also finish changing as well. Neviah was now in a pajama style kimono that was white and very loose on her body frame. The shoulder collar was actually draped over her shoulders and allowed room for a lot of movement to Neviah allowing her to be flexible and whatnot. As she awaited Eliah to emerge from the restroom, Neviah approached her desk to see the medical forms regarding Konomi's desk still sitting there awaiting her signature. The form was her Death Certificate, since Neviah was the doctor in the room that had to sign her death. It was painfully obvious and things proceeded, but Unohana ordered that Neviah sign the paper when she is ready to cope with the fact she has passed. Instead, Neviah took the form and opened up a drawer and placed the certificate inside and closed it, so she wouldn't have to look at it. It was as if Neviah had accepted some form of denial and was happier believing that Konomi wasn't dead, just gone for a while, and that's what she wanted to believe.

Either way, Neviah then proceeded to light some candles within the room as she loved the scent of candles, and their glow of natural light. They would also help in warming the room up a little as they women were both in the cold rain, and while Eliah is unaffected by the rain and cold weather, Neviah is still prone to sickness, thus she has to remain healthy when she can. After the lighting of the candles, Neviah's right arm began to glow as she approached the office door and whispered into a fist she made with her right hand. Opening her palm, she created the purest and whitest Hells Butterfly, as it began to flap it's wings and float off into the direction of the hospital cafeteria. Neviah closed the door and placed her back against it, and let out a quiet sigh as she awaited Eliah so they can perhaps speak in regards to what she was demanding out of Neviah earlier, as well as maybe talk a little about one another to help kill this depressing atmosphere...

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Tue Feb 11, 2014 5:26 pm

She just ignored me... Mistake. Eliah thought to herself as her fist curled up into the tiny little gray anomalies that they were. The shook slightly as her anger began to rise, she was exactly keen to being ignored, even if it was a superior. However, for some reason or another Eliah felt as though Neviah wasn't her superior and it seemed as though that was the way that Neviah wanted things to be. It was rather noble of her to put something such as rank aside, and with that in mind Eliah loosened the clinch she held to her palms. Letting out a sigh as they passed through a maze of office supplies and a desk that Eliah had thought to be the one that had fallen. It would only make sense that Neviah and her friend that had passed away shared the same quarters after a certain amount of time. It seemed to be something that Captain Unohana's carefree personality for strictness, when it came to things like that, would allow. As she passed by the desk she let her fingers drag upon the top of it, not harming anything but the dust particles that had gathered over time, reconfirming that it had been empty for quite some time. She looked down upon the desk and analyzed the things that were placed on it, it wasn't much, but it must have had some sort of value to Neviah for her to leave it untouched. It was clear that she hadn't come to acceptance of her friend's death.

Neviah opened a door that led to a closet where she rummaged through all of the clothes within its confines most likely to find something that suited Eliah's odd color scheme. Neviah seemed like one of the types that didn't adhere by the rules of the Shinigami dress code, just as Eliah did. Such a realization made Eliah smirk slightly before her face became grim at the sight of the choice of clothes Neviah had picked out. Eliah was more of a gold girl, she loved all of her accessories that were placed upon her body and liked the freedom that her clothes granted her. However, Eliah didn't want to fall back on the offer that she had just accepted. She didn't exactly know why she didn't want to crush the girl's heart about her taste in clothing, but she'd let it go this once. Making sure that she never presented this opportunity to her again. Dropping her head her arm sprawled up as her hand clinched the garments from her hand and pulled them close to her chest before letting them fall to the ground. Neviah muttered a few words directing her to the bathroom, but before she was able to finish the words Camilla had already undone the clasps of metal-ware that held her top and bottom to her. Her nude body was revealed to Neviah as Eliah let out a large and slightly sinister smile as though she had just declared checkmate in a game of chess. Placing her hands to her hips she would let Neviah revel in the glory that was her body as she let out a grueling snicker of victory.

As Neviah retreated to the closet closing the door behind her Eliah began to clothe herself. She looked at the image of herself that bounced off of the office window and turned to the side to reassure that the garments fight her body properly and tightly enough to her usual liking. However, it wouldn't be so and Eliah would have to accept such a thing for now. Letting out a sigh of pity for the girl that had just walked out of the closet in a rather comfortable attire. It was true, Neviah was far to innocent to possess the abilities that Eliah had thought her to have. Even if Neviah had already confessed that it was true it still wasn't something that Eliah was able to believe without better proof. She watched as Neviah placed her hand on what looked to be a certificate of sorts and placed it into a draw hiding it from herself. Eliah didn't really pay much mind to it, as she had grown tired of feeling sorry for the girl and her loss. It was time that Eliah got down to business and approached Neviah about the things she had first planned on.

Neviah made her way to candles that were laid out into the room, lighting each one sending of a rather alluring aroma to the room. Eliah enjoyed the scent, but didn't let it show on her face and she wouldn't allow it to let her fall into a relaxed state. She had came here with and objective and she would do so. She walked toward the desk that was once empty and leaned on it as Neviah made her way to the door and set off a white Hell's butterfly. Closing the door after she did so and leaning upon it. Curious as to why she would send off a Hell butterfly at such a time like this Eliah felt the urge to ask.

"What's with the Hell butterfly? Is it a do not disturb message or something? What are you trying to pull here Neviah? Just because you saw me naked doesn't mean you can have your way with me now, perv."

Eliah whipped the loose hair that fell in front of her face with her hand as she spoke in a calm, yet cocky, tone. She was partially joking, but was seriously curious about what it was that the Hell butterfly had to say. Was she about to be arrested now that Neviah was done with her? No, there was no way that Neviah would do such a thing, but then again she didn't know her that well, or at all. She could have very well been one of those goody-goods that nurtured their enemies while they had the authorities come while she was least expecting it. She'd have to wait for verification on what exactly the Hell butterfly meant, but even then she wasn't too sure if she could trust her words. She didn't know her that well, and she could have very well just told her all that she did just to keep her from leaving. Eliah would set these thoughts aside for now and at least present the offer that she had planned from the beginning. She released her rear from the desk and stood erect as though she was at attention. She then proceeded to formally bow to Neviah showing that she had her respect and to show that she held authority over her. She proceeded to speak in a soft toned voice so that only the two of them would be able to hear as she made the genuine attempt to ask her for help.

"Vice-Captain Neviah, respectfully request that you take me under your wing and teach me in the arts of combat. There have been many endeavors in my life that could have been avoided if I had the proper knowledge and skill. No... I do not request, I beg of you, Neviah. Teach me what your father has taught you, I cannot let those that have put harm to myself do the same thing to others! Please!"

Eliah shuddered as a salty substance, that had become extremely familiar to her in dire times such as these, began to form from the corner's of her eyes. She hadn't planned on coming here to beg, but she knew if she was to present such emotion to the girl that she would be undeniable. Slowly, she raised her head so that her face was visible to the Vice Captain. Her words were shaky as she began to sink deeper and deeper into her past memories, she had only hoped that Neviah would understand her pain..

Wed Feb 12, 2014 2:36 am

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The Conscious of the 4th Division Vice-Captain... [150 years ago] - Page 2 Neviah

"I may have no parents, but they've already done more than you ever will..."
Child of Existence Neviah Clixx-Kimura
誰もの子供

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Neviah paid no mind to the naked female in the center of her office. Neviah was a doctor after all, and she's seen plenty of photos and information on the human anatomy and even other specialized species that would sometimes inhabit the Gotei. Neviah's mind was elsewhere as the woman changed into the clothing provided for her and Neviah just relaxed really, calming herself down and getting her mind away from the fact Konomi was no longer there, and that the risk of illness from Eliah or herself would be lowered now. When Eliah spoke to Neviah regarding the butterfly, Neviah at first was surprised she noticed her sending that out, but when Eliah blamed Neviah for sending some sort of do not disturb message, and calling Neviah a perv, Neviah's face suddenly became redder than a beet as she began to waver her arms back and forth frantically, trying to get the notion of misconception out of her head. Neviah is a Rosary of Purity, and she reflects the Soul. Her egos are Purity and Malice, the light and dark side of ones soul that is either good, or is corrupted, and Neviah would never dare to think of anything sexually like so. Instead it only made her uncomfortable and scared if anything.

"Y-y-y-y-y-you got t-t-the wro-ong i-idea Eliah-chan! I-I was asking f-for some h-hot tea and b-broth!!"

Neviah calmed herself, face still redder than anything as she tried to explain the motive behind her actions.

"O-our skin is d-dry now, b-but our insides a-are still prone t-to illness. W-We must t-treat the soul to prevent a-anything like that... B-Besides, I-I am your host a-and should provide f-for my guest!"

Neviah approached her desk as when she was done explaining herself, Eliah did something that no one has ever done to Neviah, and that was bow like so. Neviah was always the proper and polite one, and she would always bow to everyone, even lower ranking individuals to show her kindness, but on one would ever bow back to her, and this was something that really surprised her. Eliah then went on to ask Neviah that she give her the training her Father had given her, and it was surprising really. Neviah never considered herself a good teacher, while her Father on the other hand, has taught some of the strongest beings in the Living Realm, and in the Gotei. He was someone that was influential and made impact, where as Neviah had only done a few things, if anything for the Gotei. She has never considered herself a teacher of any kind, just a mentor for anyone that needed help or assistance, but the way Eliah was asking really put Neviah in a tight spot. While she didn't feel qualified, she didn't want to turn her down from such a humble request. Something changed in Neviah however, as when Eliah looked up with a sorrow filled expression, Neviah looked into her eyes, and it was as if Neviah could see her memories. A time of pain for Eliah, where her soul was once pure, but it was robbed from her, and taken, hurting her very much. Neviah's eyes began to glow slightly in the fact that Eliah had purity within her, and it reflected to Neviah, speaking volumes to her...

"Y-Your purity... It was taken from you..."

Said Neviah in a soft whisper. Due to that, Neviah felt empowered a bit, as the purity that remained within Eliah reflected into Neviah's heart and she knew that she could not turn down Eliah's request. Whether she is successful or not, Neviah will try to pass her knowledge onto Eliah the best she can. Neviah just let out a soft sigh as she went into the bathroom to fetch something. Coming from the bathroom, Neviah was holding a brush in one hand as she went to grab her chair behind her desk. On the right side of the room there was a small table for tea and whatnot, as well as cushions for guests to sit on while conversing either business matters or even a casual break for tea. Neviah set her chair behind one of the cushions and sat on it looking towards Eliah with a bit of a serious look in her face.

"P-Please sit Eliah-chan. There are things we must discuss..."

If Eliah sat down, Neviah was going to position herself behind Eliah and begin gently brushing her hair while deep in thought. Neviah was going to indeed teach Eliah what her Father had taught her, but there was some things she had to discuss with Eliah. Fact was, her Father Ceon was a Ninja type of fighter who knew all the types of Martial Arts. He used what he was best with in regards to quick and precise strikes, where Neviah was a Monk. She used Strength and Focus aligned with speed for powerful hits, and a solid defense that also kept balance with Damage and Healing. Neviah had to discuss with Eliah which format of combat does she prefer, because if she wished for the art of the Monk, Eliah would need to begin focus with her soul. If she chose the art of the Ninja, she would need to design a balance within her to become one with her surroundings. To Neviah, Martial Arts were not simply punches and kicks, but an art form that displayed ones soul to it's extent. Neviah is able to become one with her surroundings and use Ninja techniques, but her greatest strength is in her balance and soul to flow with her body and perform outstanding abilities.

"What does y-your soul tell you Eliah-chan? Do you see a world with Balance, where you wish to create and restore balance? Or do you see a world with you as a part of it? Where you blend with your environment and use it to your advantage?"

Depending on the answer Eliah provides, Neviah will know which art is best for her, and will teach her all she knows in the respected art...

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Wed Feb 12, 2014 3:41 pm

It was obvious that Eliah's outer appearance didn't seem to match up to her past, her clothes were always revealing and she was rather cocky about her appearance. However, she hadn't always dressed this way, it wasn't until she joined the Gotei 13 that she had dressed the way she did today. She felt a sense of protection while there and she felt as though it would be fine if she was to dress as she wanted. Plus, she wanted to lure in those that would try to attempt the same thing with her new appearance and catch them red handed in their doings, only to bring them to their knees with her abilities. She would exploit her voluptuous curves that she possessed in order to lure and defeat those that held minds adjacent to her previous attackers. This was her goal, to rid society of ne're do wells such as the men that had previously infiltrated her body, whether it be Soul Society or Earth she wished to rid the realms of such corruption. Seeking power through pleasure was a weakness of men, and she would use that weakness to annihilate them all.

She could tell that Neviah seemed somewhat worried about her not being pure, as it was clearly obvious that Neviah herself was. Her words only confirmed it as she requisitioned Eliah about it. Eliah brought herself up from the bow her eyes still watering, still wanted to shed the pain away in the form of a liquid. Yet, she would let the tears subside for the time being so that she could properly speak with Neviah with no interference. She had already stepped to far with letting the tears show, and that was as far as she wanted to take her baggage. She nodded her head to reassure her prior statement that Neviah seemed to be shocked about. Though, she wasn't exactly sure about the look that Neviah possessed within her own eyes, they seemed to feel her pain for her but put a sense of hope into Eliah at the same time. Eliah let her head drop disconnecting the gaze the two had with one another. She was ashamed of her past and that she was able to let herself be attacked in such ways, but it had sculpted her into who she was and she would use that as momentum to fulfill her goals.

Neviah grabbed a chair asking Eliah to have a seat in front of her as she held a brush in her hand. Normally, Eliah wasn't one for such awkward first engagements but she had already let Neviah too far in for things to be that awkward. She nodded modestly realizing that she had just lowered her walls once more, she'd have to think of some way to rebound to show that she wasn't some fragile little girl.

"Just watch your hands and don't mess up my hair, Nev."

Her eyes grew in diameter as was shocked by her own words. She had just realized that she had once more let Neviah in just a step too far by giving her a nickname. Was this really happening? Was Eliah really starting to become somewhat attached to this girl that she had only met but moments ago? It seemed as though Neviah's personality and nourishment was some sort of captivating spell for Eliah, as she continued to be drawn into her. It was odd, but at the same time Eliah felt a sense of relief come about her know that there was someone that she could trust. She took a seat on the cushion that was ahead of Neviah and placed her back to Neviah's feet as she began to stroke the brush through her onyx hair. Her hair was damaged and it was likely that the subject would be brought up, but Eliah had been so deep in trying to figure things out with Ceon that she had forgotten to go in for a trim to rid her of her split ends. Her eyes closed as the bristles of the brush seemed to massage her head and send chilling nerves down her spine. She let out a somberly sigh as her lips drew to a flat line of contentment. Her eyes stayed shut as Neviah began to speak to her once more, this time her words would catch Eliah's attention a bit better than usual.

"What does y-your soul tell you Eliah-chan? Do you see a world with Balance, where you wish to create and restore balance? Or do you see a world with you as a part of it? Where you blend with your environment and use it to your advantage?"

Neviah stumbled through her words which Eliah began to think was a nervous tick of hers and not her body temperature. Eliah was unsure about how Neviah felt about the position they were in together right now, it wasn't like Eliah swung that way or anything she just wondered the same about Neviah. Shaking the thought from her mind she refocused to the question that Neviah had directed to her. A soft hum vibrated from her inner lungs as her lips stayed sealed. She couldn't help but try to dig a little bit further into the question to try to sort out the answer that she sincerely wanted to follow.

"My soul... my soul has never told me anything, to be honest. I let my gut take me to places, that's what led me here. A gut feeling that I would find the answers I sought through coming to this place. However, my gut doesn't have an answer to such a question... My gut wishes to only follow the path that my heart seems to find true. However, my heart never has answers for anything. It has just become a dark hole used to circulate my blood... My mind wishes to lead me to the right answer but continues to stall with the reasons behind each question. I can't help but ask myself as to why my body refuses to comply with my wants and only strives for my needs at this moment. However, I still find myself sitting here in front of you and instead of fleeing... Ever since I became a member of the Gotei 13 and I received my Zanpakutō, the temperature of my body immediately dropped and my skin tone changed to the odd color that it is today. I was always curious as to what my Zanpakutō had in store for me. I have a feeling that if it were to choose the answer to that question it would likely be to blend with the environment. My lower than usual body temperature has proved to be beneficiary while in cold climates and has helped me in my missions that have led to Earth's soil. I can't help but think that my Zanpakutō will reveal to me abilities that coordinate themselves around the ice and snow, using them so that I can more fluently fight at leisure that fits me... I don't know why, but my gut, heart, and mind all seem to feel the same about what my Zanpakutō will present me in the future."

Eliah paused ever so often as she was seriously being swept away by the questions asked to her. She felt as though they were more important to answer than actually fulfilling the training that Neviah would agree to provide in the future, if she even did. However, she was pleased with the answer she present and spoke her mind completely. She wasn't sure if answered the question correctly or not, but that's what she had to say...

Thu Feb 13, 2014 12:42 am

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The Conscious of the 4th Division Vice-Captain... [150 years ago] - Page 2 Neviah

"I may have no parents, but they've already done more than you ever will..."
Child of Existence Neviah Clixx-Kimura
誰もの子供

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Neviah brushed the black hair softly as to ensure she doesn't cause distraction or pain to Eliah. A smile was on Neviah's face as she heard Eliah call her "Nev" a small nickname to her from someone she already considered a friend, and it was touching to Neviah, Neviah almost wanted to give her a big hug as thanks for calling her that, but Neviah was more in tune to await the answer of Eliah regarding the question she presented to her. Was she going to be like her, and have something to contribute to balance, or was she going to be like her Father and strive towards killing blows? Either way, Neviah just continued to brush quietly, paying attention to each strand of hair on her head to ensure she was not being too rough. She grabbed a hand full at a time, and gracefully ran the comb through, only tugging softly on any sort of knots she'd get caught up in, but her hair was not that bad honestly. Eliah might call it damaged, but the rain outside really helped in wetting it so that way the comb would have an easier time gliding through. Either way, Neviah continued as she listened to Eliah finally present her answer.

Neviah listened to each word as she started at saying she never really listened to her soul. Instead, she started to bounce off other key elements of her being which included her gut, heart, and mind. All were key components to the Martial Arts, but each one uses them all differently depending on which art you go through. True, Neviah knows almost all the arts between the Dark Arts, the Monk Arts, to Assault Arts, and Defensive Arts, but Neviah specialized in Monk Arts and Dark Arts by her Father. Those were the two she was most proficient in, and she was confident in her skills regarding the Arts. From the way Eliah was explaining herself, it sounded as if she was more impulsive and followed the paths before her instead of making her own. She takes action and moves first, thinks second, and that would usually be under the Assault Arts, but Eliah was a bit different in that she wasn't nearly as out going as most who inhabit the Assault Art, and instead was more precise and liked to elaborate on her actions before her strike. It played perfectly, especially when Eliah stated that she liked to use her surroundings. She also stated that all her abilities will revolve around the weapon at hand. That is true, because while Neviah has her Shikai and Bankai, both revolve around the Dark Arts, but she uses them under skills from the Monk Arts as her Zanpaktou represents the Soul and it's overall Balance. Neviah's Father's shikai also works around the Dark Arts, and his Bankai is more under the Assault Arts, but he still uses Dark Arts for his Bankai. Neviah needed to be 100% sure which would fit Eliah just right...

"I'm conflicted on which art is best r-right now for you. You seem to rely on one element more t-than another..."

Neviah didn't know how to find out which Art was best for Eliah, as she had a hunch, but she had to be sure. She continued to brush Eliah's hair softly while contemplating how to find out which would work best for the female. Neviah's Father just taught her everything, but when Neviah was old enough, she ended up just taking hold of it herself and jumping into her own Art once she was able. Neviah learned through time that the user does not define the Art, but the Art defines the user. Neviah kept thinking to herself on how to find out, when a thought occurred to her. What if she was to directly touch Eliah's soul and reflect what she could feel? Perhaps that would be best as it would allow her to determine which Art will reflect her soul, because all Arts use Mind, Body, and Soul in respect, but the Soul is what determines what fits.

"O-One second Eliah-chan..."

Neviah stood up from her chair and approached her desk where sitting on the desk was her pure glass Wakizashi Zanpaktou. The Wakizashi was the home of Serenity and Insidious, two spirits in one blade that reflect the soul, and Neviah was very proficient with her weapon. She gracefully picked up the blade and held it in her hands as if she was going to present it to someone as a reward, but instead approached Eliah and sat in front of her on the cushion to her right. As Neviah sat down, she closed her eyes and softly spoke to the blade, as if she was communicating with the Spirits of the weapon. She was muttering under her breath to the hosts of the blade Serenity, asking if she may borrow her power to see what is in the soul of her friend, and feel what her heart is. She wanted to know, as that way she will be able to correctly guess what is best for her in regards to which Art she can reflect. Not a moment too soon, the blade began to glow a heavenly white glow, as it transformed from a glass Wakizashi, into a long chain that was black and shimmered of diamonds. On one end of the chain was a fan made of white feathers and on the other was an umbrella. Neviah placed the chain down, as the fan and umbrella touched the ground too, and Neviah's eyes were still closed.

"D-do not fret for what I am about to do..."

Without a second of warning to allow Eliah to react, Neviah's right art shot right through Eliah, into her torso. Neviah's eyes were still closed, but her hand was within Eliah, but she would not feel pain. Instead, she'd feel a warm sensation enter her body as around Neviah's hand was a pure glowing light of white, because Neviah was not physically touching her body, but instead bypassed the body and was now touching Eliah's soul directly. Neviah's hand was warm, and very gentle to the touch as she gently caressed Eliah's soul. It was cold, and frigid to the touch. It cooled Neviah's hand off, as her calm expression would not say, but it slightly burned her finger tips. She gently inspected her Soul all the way around, front to back, top to bottom. She could feel it had sharp edges and reflected something of pain and intolerance, but that must be due to what Neviah was able to see within her eyes not too long ago because of her Purity being stolen from her. Not only that, but Eliah's soul was still chained, and it was chained to a spirit of some sort that would most likely be the Zanpaktou that she has. The chain was also very cold, if not colder than Eliah's soul alone. This all makes sense from Eliah explaining that she flows with the ice and snow, and that she becomes one with her elements.

A smile was on Neviah's face, as after 30 seconds of investigation, she pulled her hand from Eliah and her Shikai reverted back to just the pure glass Wakizashi it was before. Neviah's hand stopped glowing as she finally opened her eyes, and her light tan eyes glowed softly while looking at Eliah. Eliah should be fine, as there is no scar or wound from where Neviah had entered her body, but Neviah smiled as she was very skilled when it came to her contact with the soul. She's done this many times before to measure safety of the individual, but very few times has she done it to investigate who someone really was.

The reason behind Neviah's smile was because she knew what Art would shape Eliah. Neviah in the past, performed a Soul Touch on her own Father, Ceon Clixx-Kimura. She felt his soul and that it was shocking to the touch. It was as if it was electrified, but the more shocking thing was that her Father's soul was not real. It was fake, and what really spoke volume to Neviah was that her Father's fake soul was cut in two. It represented the fact that her Father took a blade through the heart, and that was what killed him before he became the Rosary being he was. The shocking touch, the cut in two, and the fact it was fake told Neviah that her Father picked up the Dark Arts because of his element of surprise, pain, and endurance. Eliah was the same, in that she had pain, endurance, and determination. She would be like her father and reflect well upon the Dark Arts, and she will be skilled in using them to her advantages.

"I know which art will reflect your soul, Eliah-chan... You will be a purveyor of the Dark Arts, exactly like my Father..."

Standing up, Neviah went back to her chair, positioned behind Eliah with a smile as she picked the comb back up and began to get back to work on the snow girls head. Of course, they cannot begin all the punches, kicks, and whatnot right away, as all Arts require a deep sense of meditation before you begin to pick up the brush. Neviah first had to teach Eliah to read her soul and become one with her surroundings. Everything works from a flow of the body, mind, and soul, and this was going to be Neviah's first teaching to Eliah.

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Fri Feb 21, 2014 10:18 pm

"Neviah, what the hel--"

Her words were cut short as Neviah's cold hand intruded into Eliah's torso. Her first reaction was to grab her arm and pull it out, but as she made her move toward Neviah's arm her entire being was subdued by a warm sensation that was rather indescribable to Eliah. Where she thought pain would exist, tranquility took quarters. Where she thought hostility lived, tranquility took residence. It seemed as though she slipped into a mentally euphoric state just from the simple intrusion of her inner being. Something that she had never witnessed before was happening and she didn't know what exactly to think or do about it. Her eyes were full of awe and pleasure, but shock was still in place. She took a deep breathe in as she excepted what had just happened, she knew it wasn't an attack by Neviah as she closed her eyes in a humble way. Not knowing what to do, she decided to follow Neviah's lead and bring her eyelids to a dim position as well. She kept them slightly open just in case there was any need to react by any strange actions.

It was but only 30 seconds until Neviah retracted her hand away from Eliah's torso. To which Eliah dropped to her hands and began to breathe heavily. Yes, she felt know pain, but exhausted was definitely set in as she had never had her soul tampered with before. Nor had she even known it existed. The very presence of another being using it to seek answers wore her out tremendously. Her face began to bead with small droplets of sweat as they beat down onto Neviah's lap before her. Taking in a elongated inhale of air she returned herself to a sitting position and wiped her forehead of the perspiration. As she locked her sights back to Neviah she noticed she had a smile upon her face. Eliah's eyebrows arched in confusion as her mouth grew slightly agape. She wasn't sure what the smile was about. It puzzled Eliah and it made her feel as though Neviah had saw something that she shouldn't have or that she retrieved the answer she predicted. She was unsure, it's not like smiles were able to say much anyway they're just facial expressions after all. Even so she spent a few seconds to try and discover the answer to this smile, but was unable to until she began to speak.

"I know which art will reflect your soul, Eliah-chan... You will be a purveyor of the Dark Arts, exactly like my Father..."

Just like her father? Just like Ceon? Immediately a smirk arrived to Eliah's visage and slowly grew larger with each dying second. She didn't even know why exactly she was so happy about being a "purveyor of the Dark Arts", she was just glad that she was similar to Ceon in one aspect or another. There seemed to be hope that derived from that. However, she didn't know what exactly that meant. "The Dark Arts". What exactly was it all about? Her face suddenly grew into a rather comical sign of curiosity as she bounced her finger off of her bottom lip that stuck out needlessly. Neviah began to stand up and seat herself in the chair as Eliah allowed her to continue combing through her onyx strands.

"This might sound stupid, but... What the fuck are the Dark Arts? Like, what does that mean exactly. Does that mean I'm evil or something? Your father did betray the Gotei 13, right? Is he a dick? I mean, I can be a bitch, but I'm not demented or anything, I have a good cause to all of my methods. Hell, we became... better I leave that unsaid before you turn into goo again."

She began to unload question after question to Neviah, unsure of what any of this meant. She just wanted answers and was extremely inpatient to wait and let them unfold before her. She wanted to know the answers and she wanted to know them now. Not only this, but she also wanted to begin her training immediately. She jumped up in excitement and grabbed the wrists of Neviah and brought her face close to Neivah's as she began to speak in a child-like tone.

"So when do we start!? This is fucking sick! Wait... does this mean you're gonna help me?"

Eliah was truly ecstatic for the situation that she was in. She was so happy and full of glee that she couldn't help but wrap her arms around the neck of Neviah from her knees and pull Neviah down a bit to her level. She swayed back and forth before realizing that she was being overly friendly to the girl and would only backfire on Eliah in the future. She quickly relinquished her actions and turned around quickly as she snapped and pointed to her head with her index finger.

"Don't get too chummy, back to the hair."

Sat Feb 22, 2014 12:54 am

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The Conscious of the 4th Division Vice-Captain... [150 years ago] - Page 2 Neviah

"I may have no parents, but they've already done more than you ever will..."
Child of Existence Neviah Clixx-Kimura
誰もの子供

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After Neviah sat back down, running the comb through Eliah's hair, she could hear the excitement begin to run through Eliah's voice. While the tone of her voice might be seen as something a six year old might sound like on Christmas morning, the message behind her words ended up hurting Neviah a little. When she asked what the Dark Arts exactly where, she wanted to know if they would build ulterior motives behind her actions and thus label her a traitor like Neviah's Father. Neviah, never one second in her life, ever believed her Father a traitor. While he did abandon his position as 0 Division General, he did perform so many positive things for the Gotei in a whole and Neviah loved her Father so much, she wouldn't dare label him something like that. The thought of others believing he was a bad person only hurt Neviah really, and caused her to become upset that others would believe him a bad person. This troubled Neviah in that her pace of moving the comb was slowed as she began to think on her own due to this opinion stated by Eliah.

She was broken from her state of concentration however when Eliah turned from her position, grabbing onto Neviah's wrists and pulling her close so that their faces were close and eyes looking into one another. Neviah had never really been this close to anyone before, so it was a tad uncomfortable, but the look of joy within Eliah's eyes, and her sense of purity and innocence over the subject matter only started to reflect in Neviah, as she could feel warmth and a kind sensation from Eliah at this point. It made Neviah's heart beat with joy as to feel this sensation come from another who was hurt in the past so much, and the fact she was showing this sense of purity made Neviah happy. When Eliah asked if Neviah was going to help, Neviah couldn't help but smile. What Neviah didn't expect happened next however, as Eliah pulled Neviah close, and embraced her in a hug from her arms around her beck. From this position, Neviah's Memories started to fluctuate. She remembered her first best friend Konomi and the first hug they shared, as within Neviah's view of where they embraced, Neviah could see the dusty desk of her fallen friend. The moments they shared as best friends, constantly helping others and doing each others nails, and having fun was something Neviah could never forget. She was such a good friend, and Neviah didn't want to feel like she was replacing that which was lost.

As Eliah swayed back and forth in their embrace, Neviah continued to question what she was doing. Was she being so nice because that's just who she is, or because of the fact she felt so broken and lonely without Konomi she had to replace her to get that feeling back? The thoughts of replacing her deceased friend only hurt her heart, making the broken organ only beat slowly in pain, from the sting of the thoughts of replacing her dear friend, to the thoughts of her Father really being a traitor. It made Neviah feel worthless as she lifelessly swayed back and forth in the embrace by Eliah with no resistance at all. Before any tears came to Neviah's eyes however, Eliah stopped the hug and very quickly turned and sat back into her previous position. Snapping her fingers and demanding that Neviah continue combing her hair, it was just enough to pull Neviah from her moment of anguish. Without questioning her actions, Neviah took another flock of Eliah's hair and continued to brush it in silence, wondering what just happened. Was she really happy for getting a new friend and helping them? Or was she sad for having the feeling of replacing her best friend who died, and curious of her Father is really a traitor...

Deciding to go ahead and answer the questions Eliah had stated before, Neviah decided to go ahead and leave no question unanswered.

"I-I will teach you the Dark Arts E-Eliah-chan. That was the first Martial Art I e-ever learned actually. The Dark Arts are a-actually known as Ninja Tactics. T-They focus on quick powerful strikes, b-but lack in defense as they focus more on e-evasion and reaction. W-We will start after w-we establish the basics though..."

Neviah continued to not miss a single strand of Eliah's hair, removing ever knot, and aiding in her beautiful onyx hair gain a shimmering glow and flow of grace. She didn't know what sort of reaction to expect from Eliah now, but Neviah was honest with her in that the basics must be taught. When Neviah felt the soul of Eliah, it was indeed cold, but it was unrefined. Eliah needed to establish a mode of focus, and learn to align her soul with her surroundings and mind, allowing her body to react with the signals sent from her core. Maybe a demonstrations is in order? Instead, Neviah wanted to ask Eliah something. Neviah wanted to ask if she was right or wrong in this situation really. Was she replacing her Best Friend Konomi in desperate action to fill the void in her heart? Or was she really doing the right thing by helping her? She desperately wanted to know what was right and wrong with all this...

"E-Eliah-chan... May I ask you s-something...? D... Do you--"

Before Neviah could finish her question, a knock came at the door. That was most likely the tea and broth that Neviah had requested not too long ago finally making it's way to her office. Standing up, Neviah approached the door and opened it slowly to see a lovely young lady before the door with a smile on her face. It was one of Neviah's aides bringing her the requested items. Neviah was appointed medical aides by Unohana to assist her with her daily actions and duties, and due to her fear of men, her aides would perform any needed actions with males if required. "Here is your tea Miss Neviah-Fuku Taichou!" said the young lady in joy to have aided her Vice-Captain. With a kind bow and smile on her face, Neviah took the tray and closed the door behind her, and came back into the room to remember she once again dodged her question. A look of question was smeared over Neviah's face as she wasn't so sure about what to do. Should she still ask Eliah, or should she meditate on it later, and maybe bring it up to Unohana? Unohana was Neviah's Captain and Foster Mother who was full of wisdom. Perhaps she would be better to ask in this case.

Smiling now, Neviah had an idea...

"This is the Dark Arts, E-Eliah-chan..."

Closing her eyes, Neviah focused for a moment, and smiling sweetly while holding the tray of two glasses full of tea, and two with chicken broth on her right hand. Her left hand made an odd hand gesture as two fingers were straight, and the remaining fingers stayed closed in a fist. Neviah's soul began to reflect her environment, being surrounded in an office area with books, candles, and windows about 14 feet up to the outside. Now to the untrained eye, it would suddenly appear as though Neviah had disappeared in the blink of an eye, to not be seen, and the tray of tea and broth to be left on the desk of the former 3rd seat Konomi Osaka. Eliah might be confused and wonder where the hell Neviah had gone, as Neviah's reitsu was completely masked and untraceable, and she just straight vanished; however, one with the trained eye, would notice that Neviah was now standing on the ceiling, her hair flowing downward due to gravity, yet her clothing looked as if the gravity was from the ceiling. Neviah opened her eyes, looking up at Eliah on the ground by the table, waiting for her reaction, not making a sound, curious if she'll find her and how long it'll take...

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Sun Feb 23, 2014 5:09 am

Something was off... Eliah hadn't received the normal giddy Neviah that she had witnessed in earlier times from Eliah's joyful expressions toward Neviah. Though it wasn't exactly worrying to Eliah it did make her think about it for a few seconds. She didn't exactly care about the happiness of Neviah, she just thought the sudden change of mood to be odd. Such a mood swing seemed extremely out of place to Eliah, especially for such a white souled person as Neviah. In the end, Eliah just figured it had something to do with the words she had said prior and the fact that her actions had something to do with her deceased friend or something. Either way, she didn't really care. She was getting what she wanted and that's what mattered the most. Eliah hadn't felt this happy in quite some time. In fact, the last time she was even remotely happy was when she finally graduated from the Shinigami Academy. Since then she had lived in some what of a dark state as she tried to figure out where her future would take her and while she tried to discover the location of Ceon.

There was two upsides to this situation so far. The situation being Ceon not being the one to teach her the Dark Arts that Neviah had offered to do. One, she'd have someone that was more accessible than that of a member in the Zero Division. Two, she wouldn't be taught by a man, eliminating the chances of another pillage on her body. Though she was unsure of Neviah's affiliations when it came to that subject, so that one was still up in the air.

Neviah returned to brushing Eliah's hair as she had commanded, the unresponsive compliance brought a smirk to Eliah's face. However, it was interrupted by the light knock on the door. Eliah sighed as the soothing strokes on her scalp came to a temporary halt and Neviah answered the knock to find an overly polite member of her division at the door. She held in her hands the items Neviah had asked for a while ago and Eliah looked rather unimpressed at their inability to bring it any sooner. She was rather hungry, but she somewhat just wanted to maintain this chi-like state that she was in. She felt so relaxed as she was nurtured by Neviah, something that she wasn't really used to.

As Neviah made her way back to her previous location she stopped and stated that "this was the dark arts". As she vanished from the sight. Eliah stood up in shock and awe of her ability , looking around. She noticed that the tray had been placed on the desk adjacent to her location, but there was no sign of Neviah. That was until she noticed the hair draping from above that wasn't there before. She looked up slightly and noticed that Neviah was displaying herself hanging from the ceiling. Her feet planted firmly on the ceiling as her dressed had no reaction to gravity. Eliah smirked in excitement to be able to do such things.

It was as if Neviah was able to completely defy all physics with her abilities. It baffled Eliah in a sense, but at the same time exctied her to learn more about the abilities. She didn't really see herself being able to execute such things, however. Slightly doubting her abilities she puckered her lips off to the side and began to think if she would ever be able to do such a thing. Of course she knew that one day she'd be able to, but she just wasn't sure how long it would take her to do such a thing. She had goals and wanted to complete them as soon as humanly possible. She didn't want to spend the next fifty or so years slowly learning these things. Hell, she didn't even know how old Neviah was and how long it took her to be able to learn to do such things. Her current feelings weren't displayed visually as she shifted her concerned face quickly back to a rather ecstatic one.

"Holy shit! That's pretty sweet! Teach me how to do things like that Nev! So that's like a basic maneuver or something right? That's crazy. The coolest part is how your dress isn't falling over your face. Shit looks easy though, I'm not really impressed by your display. Don't get full of yourself, show me some cooler shit. If this is how your father fought he was pretty lame then. Who wants to hang upside down and fight someone, besides bats and vampires?"

She noticed that she was once again being rather chummy toward Neviah and changed her tone rather quickly. Her naturally bitchy nature seemed to fade while she was around Neviah until she made a conscious realization that she was being nicer that usual or just too friendly. She crossed her arms over her mid-sized breasts and lowered her eyelids letting out a sigh.

"So, when do we start this shit. I have to become stronger quick. I don't have time to wait around really. Let's get this going soon. What's your schedule look like?"

Eliah pelted her with questions and demands in a sharp tone, it seemed to go over well with Neviah so that's how she spoke with her. It seemed as though Neviah just wanted to please Eliah, and Eliah had no objections to that. Though, Eliah felt as though she was going to eventually have to give something to her in return, she just couldn't figure out what it would be just yet. She shrugged the thought away, being her usual selfish self. As she awaited Neviah to return to the ground and for her questions to be answered.