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Her golden gaze shifted, the luminescence allowing them to glow much like an animals would. The corners of her plump lips remained slightly curved, even as the rain pooled in streams across her face, further causing her closes to cling to her. ”..The heavens are crying. . .”
She thought to herself softly. To her rain was nature's way of grieving; it was a sign of sadness, or of joy. She absentmindedly raised her head, chin tilting back to let the clear crystal drops of water splatter across her face. She felt the cool sensation of the liquid as it trailed across her pale moon-kissed skin, and as she closed her eyes she almost could imagine that she was back in the inverse soul society. That she was still traversing the endless expanses on an unending quest for power; since even if so much was different, the rain was the rain. It was almost the same thing no matter where you went.
It had the same taste as it always did, with the trace tang of elements ensconced within. It retained it’s cool crisp cleansing feel when it struck upon her skin. It retained the same sentiment it normally did with her. It was these thoughts, these . . brief affirmations that led to her gaze, with its distant gleam to surface from behind her lashes. To stare down at the girl who had now spoken, tuning into what she had to say. "Sure, shoot. I'm Viya by the way."
she said, with her amethyst gaze level with her gleaming golden irises, yet there was a shine to them that magnolia picked up upon, but couldn’t place. Her smile shifted, and the blaise and unassuming visage of a doll would be given a hint of “flavor”, the brutality that could be evoked by such an animalistic and crooked smile would give the onlooker a “glimpse” into who magnolia was at heart.
After that statement magnolia leaned forward, her wrapped bosom resting heavily against her knee, this new position causing her hair, drenched with rain to fall forth, sticking to the contours of her clavicles, gently accentuating what to most would look like just an A cup, given how tightly she often wrapped herself with bandages. Thunder pealed with its rumbling growl in the distance, electrical charges and ions of varying states permeated the air. To the common human, each of these things could be considered nigh unfathomable; but to her? It was so easy to sense these minute charges, to feel electricity as it crawled and danced across her flesh. Even as the pouring rain increased the visibility almost nil from the rains obscurity, at this point magnolia listened to what else Viya had to say. "But, I'd like it if you could answer a few of mine, just to be fair~."
Viya had said, a comment which caused magnolia to nod slightly; given from her upbringing even if unbridled at best, she still adhered to a certain code, a way of existing that resonated with her very soul. It was probably an outdated sentiment in this world of modern wonders, but it was how she had lived her life for three hundred plus years, and it certainly wasn’t going to change any time soon. Hmm, . . i might or might not answer; i haven’t really decided yet, but what are demons?
Magnolia thought to herself silently, allowing for her crooked grin to spread only a smaller bit more. "What're you doin' out here all by yourself? You seem cute enough that you'd have a few friends to hang with. You sort of remind me of those cute old fashioned dolls, no offense~"
Viya continued and then seemed to be done with her own questions. Internally magnolia laughed softly, and eventually let her lips part as she answered the first of the questions , which was the “Why was she here?. ”..Simple, i’ve heard from someone that demons are the enemy of shinigami. Yet. “
She spoke slow, her musical voice jaded , and hushed. Purposefully she had angled her tone as such to make it so the girl would have to focus to hear the whisper of her musical tones. She even stopped half way to pause to gauge how the gal before her would respond, her golden eyes taking in every subtle shift in expression, and in muscle. Eventually she continued, maybe a breaths time after stopping? ”..The problem is, i don’t know what a demon is; so how am i to judge something i have no clue upon? It’d be naive and foolish would it not?”
Her words had a strange pattern to them, and the hint of some old accent that relied heavily on clear diction, and subtle annunciations via the use of one's tongue and throat muscles. The result was her very tone had something bewitching about it; and certainly not of earth if one knew enough about this little blue ball humans called home. Now regarding her second question, magnolia softly let the breath she had inhaled leave her lips in a moments notice. She responded in a manner that was neutral. ”..I know no one here, i am a stranger in a strange land. Maybe with time i will find comrades who share my ideals; but for now? I am but a nomadic creature wandering in this neck of the woods~”
Even the words she used would give off a timeless feel, and a strangeness that couldn’t be precisely pinpointed. Finally she segwayed into her question.”..Now that i’ve answered your questions, my question is.
Her eyes narrowed some to gauge the girls reactions once more. ”What constitutes a demon?”