[h3][color=6ecff6]Miyako[/color][/h3]
[i]Meet & Greet - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic[/i]
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There was a moment of relief for Miyako when the male had finally responded, offering something akin to a warm welcome, which Mi appreciated. She smiled under her mask but not because of the male's joke, sadly, but because the prospect of finding her information and getting out seemed a lot easier. The pajama-wearer, Hana-chan, was the next to respond and offered a more neutral response, which was fair given the circumstance. Interestingly, Hana called herself a medic and at the mention of that, Mi felt the sore vertebrae pulse in a sonar of previously suppressed pain, reminding her that she was still bore damage from last night's squabble. 

The promise of this situation was looking up for Mi and she let herself relax just enough for the third, Pig-Tails, to waltz on up and nag and curse at Mi. In all honesty, Mi did not like this one, which had even surprised herself as she wasn't typically one to care all that much. Maybe it had been the restless night or perhaps her [i]other side[/i] was really chomping at the bit to get out. Regardless, Pig-Tails, did not help the situation at all, testing Mi's already weary patience. But Mi weathered it... up until Pig-Tails reached for Mi's mask...

Events transpiring at that point seemed to happen so fast. Pig-Tails "sneak attack" had caught Mi completely off guard as she didn't expect the other to move that quickly. Instinctively, she tried pulling herself aware but her conscious awareness of events faded quickly after that. As Mi was trying to turn away and take a step back, Asoka had managed to grab what she wanted, Mi's mask. The moment that happened, Mi sort of lost control as her [i]other half[/i] took charge of the situation. Her eyes sparked to a Kakugan state and her Ukaku sprouted from her back, fanning out as a bird of prey. Her Ukaku "wings" looked a bit ragged compared to usual but this was only temporary from last night's battle as they were damaged. In the midst of all this, Mi's hand had swung around and grabbed a hold of Asoka's wrist of her outstretched arm. Then, she stopped....

Mi came back around the moment her [i]other half[/i] had committed too much. Mi was frozen as she stared at Pig-Tails, appearing emotionless, but really hiding her worry and anguish from the realization that had just happened. What had happened was that she lost control and there were way to many excuses for her to blame. So now here she was, to try and pick up the pieces while her stomach beat internally like a whole drum ensemble, completely with the imaginary music filling her ears. [i]Oh! How it would feel so good to indulge in those little bony fingers that were sauced with the inside another Ghoul...[/i] Mi's mouth was already slightly agate but she couldn't help but run her tongue across her lips as she stared intently at the Asoka. 

Mi winced and took a heavy swallow as she snapped out of her delusion, but she couldn't move. She wanted to just slowly back away but with Asoka's wrist still gripped, she didn't want to...