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After eventually getting herself from under her cabinet, Nemui took a shower and put on her school uniform. Well, the uniform was from the school she used to attend that is. She didn't bother putting on any shoes, the training room likely had a no shoe policy anyway. As she exited her room she looked left to right. "Hmm... Where is the kitchen again?" She shrugged her shoulders and picked the left path, reaching a stock room. A nice place to play hooky, but not to eat. Backtracking, she made her way to the kitchen.
She dragged her feet to the fridge, opened it and stared at it's contents, nothing good.
She closed the fridge and opened a cabinet, she stared at it's contents and closed it, nothing good.
She opened the fridge and scanned the food and drinks inside, still nothing good.
She closed it and opened the cabinet, searching for something to eat, still nothing good.
She swung open the fridge and gritted her teeth at the contents.
She opened the cabinets and growled at what she saw inside.
Giving up on finding anything that she wouldn't need to spend time cooking, she grabbed a hand full of buns and sat at a table. She munched on the slightly buttered bread, finishing a few before realized she had grabbed far too many. She poked one a few times, it was soft, really soft. She laid her head on the buns, and let out a sigh. She turned her cheek, and saw a kid standing in the room. "Oh, didn't see you there..." She yawned and looked at her wrist, which only reminded her that she had stopped using one since she had her phone. There was still plenty of time until she had to train.
"So." She said, looking at the girl. "What are you in for? I accidentally saved my village from a tribe of lizard people."
She dragged her feet to the fridge, opened it and stared at it's contents, nothing good.
She closed the fridge and opened a cabinet, she stared at it's contents and closed it, nothing good.
She opened the fridge and scanned the food and drinks inside, still nothing good.
She closed it and opened the cabinet, searching for something to eat, still nothing good.
She swung open the fridge and gritted her teeth at the contents.
She opened the cabinets and growled at what she saw inside.
Giving up on finding anything that she wouldn't need to spend time cooking, she grabbed a hand full of buns and sat at a table. She munched on the slightly buttered bread, finishing a few before realized she had grabbed far too many. She poked one a few times, it was soft, really soft. She laid her head on the buns, and let out a sigh. She turned her cheek, and saw a kid standing in the room. "Oh, didn't see you there..." She yawned and looked at her wrist, which only reminded her that she had stopped using one since she had her phone. There was still plenty of time until she had to train.
"So." She said, looking at the girl. "What are you in for? I accidentally saved my village from a tribe of lizard people."
Nemui just wanted a normal life. All she wanted to do was go to school and occasionally do her homework, just enough to get a passing grade. She was going to join the book club so she wouldn't have to go to the library all the time for new books. Eventually, she'd be forced to take over the family business, but until then she could have relaxed. But now look at her, forced to enroll in an academy for would be heroes and heroines. She wasn't cut out for this. The only magic she knew was fire magic, and that was only because her mother said she needed it to be a good blacksmith. She was in good shape all things considered, swinging hammers against metal five days a week was more of a workout than it seemed. However, she wasn't a fighter, the most she could do was punch stuff really hard, and maybe whip it a bit.
She was laying in bed trying to get as much rest as she could before she had to attend training, but there was some sort of weird noise bugging her. She'd never heard it back at home, and it was driving her up the wall.
"Enough already..." She sat up to look to her window, where the noise was coming from. A bird was sitting on her windowsill, apparently having flown in a while ago. Nemui glared at the small brown bird, and it just stared back at her. This went on for a few silent minutes, until the bird suddenly chirped once again. Nemui's glare intensified, she summoned her gauntlets, slid out of bed, and calmly picked up one of her cabinets. "I'm gonna give ya one chance to get out of here, and never show your face again."
The bird stood it's ground and chirped.
"Do you think this is a game!?" Nemui gripped the cabinet, tilting it backwards as she prepared to throw it. As the wooden furniture moved forwards it opened, causing a plank of wood to bang into the back of her head. "MAHAGH!" She cried out as her grip failed her, and the cabinet fell on top of her.
"Ugh... Heavy..." She struggled to get up, but she was so tired. Perhaps she could at least sleep now, or so she thought. The bird swooped down next to her head, and began pecking at her scraggly hair.
"My life's a battleground..." She mumbled to herself, as she cried tears of self pity.
She was laying in bed trying to get as much rest as she could before she had to attend training, but there was some sort of weird noise bugging her. She'd never heard it back at home, and it was driving her up the wall.
"Enough already..." She sat up to look to her window, where the noise was coming from. A bird was sitting on her windowsill, apparently having flown in a while ago. Nemui glared at the small brown bird, and it just stared back at her. This went on for a few silent minutes, until the bird suddenly chirped once again. Nemui's glare intensified, she summoned her gauntlets, slid out of bed, and calmly picked up one of her cabinets. "I'm gonna give ya one chance to get out of here, and never show your face again."
The bird stood it's ground and chirped.
"Do you think this is a game!?" Nemui gripped the cabinet, tilting it backwards as she prepared to throw it. As the wooden furniture moved forwards it opened, causing a plank of wood to bang into the back of her head. "MAHAGH!" She cried out as her grip failed her, and the cabinet fell on top of her.
"Ugh... Heavy..." She struggled to get up, but she was so tired. Perhaps she could at least sleep now, or so she thought. The bird swooped down next to her head, and began pecking at her scraggly hair.
"My life's a battleground..." She mumbled to herself, as she cried tears of self pity.
Name: Nemui
Age: 17
Appearance:
Weapon: Dragon Whiskers, A pair of summoned gauntlets. The gauntlets have a obsidian metal appearance, with joints along each finger allowing for full maneuverability. The surface is covered by round scale like armor, with a raised outlet in which a twelve foot long red scaled whip hangs from each. The whips are wrapped around Nemui's arms, but can be used in combat if need be.
Personality: Nemui may very well be the physical embodiment of the sin of sloth. From her tired, slow speech and hunched posture, to her ever tired eyes, simply looking at her may cause one to yawn. She tends to speak in as few words as possible, only enough to get her point across. She dislikes confrontations of any kind, so will go out of her way to avoid them. As such she comes off as a pacifist at first glance, however, she will use force if it seems like the quickest solution to a problem. Nemui swears she's a nice person, and she is, but her actions often tell otherwise. She has a nasty habit of teasing people, and making sarcastic remarks.
She hates expending energy, but is always willing to go all out for her friends, probably because she's watched too much anime or something.
History: Nemui was born in the Balamb region. (Final Fantasy 8) She was raised in a village, the daughter to a single mother who worked as a blacksmith. Her mother was imposing, and overbearing, always insisting that Nemui would take over the 'family business.' Nemui just wanted to read books about magic and warrior princesses. Unfortunately for her, her village was attacked by a cliche group of humanoid monsters. Nemui tried to run away, but somehow ended up running into the alpha of the group. In hindsight escaping to the nearby river when invaded by fish people wasn't the brightest idea. In the midst of Nemui begging for her life, she was attacked, forcing her to defend herself. That was when her gauntlets Dragon Whiskers materialized, and she accidentally punched the boss monster's head off. While she was busy screaming in horror at the bloody mess, the rest of the monsters ran off, and a crowd carried her away, declaring her a hero.
In spite of her protests, her mother shipped her off to be trained, telling her to bolster the family name. (and bring in more business)
Magic:
Fire
Techniques: So far, Nemui has yet to develop many techniques. Her gauntlets give her superhuman strength, so she hasn't bothered learning martial arts, and her whips are able to keep foes at bay. She once had the thought that combining her fire magic with her whips would be cool, but it was summer and she didn't feel like getting too hot, so she's never tried it.
Favorite Disney/Square Enix world or setting: Silent Hill, should be fun on the bun!
Random Stuff: "TV dinners are pretty easy to make, and don't taste so bad. Chocolate ice cream kinda tastes like sweet mud, so that's not so hip... My fondest memory has to be the time school was canceled for a week, I think I gained a few pounds from lounging around too much. My mom made me work out, but before that it was pretty sweet... What? Stuff besides what was listed as examples? C'mon, don't push it, that's enough, right?"
Age: 17
Appearance:
Weapon: Dragon Whiskers, A pair of summoned gauntlets. The gauntlets have a obsidian metal appearance, with joints along each finger allowing for full maneuverability. The surface is covered by round scale like armor, with a raised outlet in which a twelve foot long red scaled whip hangs from each. The whips are wrapped around Nemui's arms, but can be used in combat if need be.
Personality: Nemui may very well be the physical embodiment of the sin of sloth. From her tired, slow speech and hunched posture, to her ever tired eyes, simply looking at her may cause one to yawn. She tends to speak in as few words as possible, only enough to get her point across. She dislikes confrontations of any kind, so will go out of her way to avoid them. As such she comes off as a pacifist at first glance, however, she will use force if it seems like the quickest solution to a problem. Nemui swears she's a nice person, and she is, but her actions often tell otherwise. She has a nasty habit of teasing people, and making sarcastic remarks.
She hates expending energy, but is always willing to go all out for her friends, probably because she's watched too much anime or something.
History: Nemui was born in the Balamb region. (Final Fantasy 8) She was raised in a village, the daughter to a single mother who worked as a blacksmith. Her mother was imposing, and overbearing, always insisting that Nemui would take over the 'family business.' Nemui just wanted to read books about magic and warrior princesses. Unfortunately for her, her village was attacked by a cliche group of humanoid monsters. Nemui tried to run away, but somehow ended up running into the alpha of the group. In hindsight escaping to the nearby river when invaded by fish people wasn't the brightest idea. In the midst of Nemui begging for her life, she was attacked, forcing her to defend herself. That was when her gauntlets Dragon Whiskers materialized, and she accidentally punched the boss monster's head off. While she was busy screaming in horror at the bloody mess, the rest of the monsters ran off, and a crowd carried her away, declaring her a hero.
In spite of her protests, her mother shipped her off to be trained, telling her to bolster the family name. (and bring in more business)
Magic:
Fire
Techniques: So far, Nemui has yet to develop many techniques. Her gauntlets give her superhuman strength, so she hasn't bothered learning martial arts, and her whips are able to keep foes at bay. She once had the thought that combining her fire magic with her whips would be cool, but it was summer and she didn't feel like getting too hot, so she's never tried it.
Favorite Disney/Square Enix world or setting: Silent Hill, should be fun on the bun!
Random Stuff: "TV dinners are pretty easy to make, and don't taste so bad. Chocolate ice cream kinda tastes like sweet mud, so that's not so hip... My fondest memory has to be the time school was canceled for a week, I think I gained a few pounds from lounging around too much. My mom made me work out, but before that it was pretty sweet... What? Stuff besides what was listed as examples? C'mon, don't push it, that's enough, right?"
As Mable's final act in her concert concluded, she let out a sigh of relief. For once she actually had difficulty getting through a performance. While she danced and sung, her mind recalling the steps, timing, and lyrics, she was distracted by the message she had received from the silent githkin. She'd always had trouble focusing on something when she so badly wanted something else. That's why it took her a moment to realize that something was wrong. The curtains had begun to close, and the lights had been shut off. Such an instant change of tone was not befitting of a pop concert. Mable quickly looked around to gauge her surroundings, and saw two cloaked figures heading towards her holding knives. Her eyes widened, and she prepared to defend herself. She figured she could easily take them down, for all they knew she was just a weak popstar.
But perhaps she could keep up that facade a little longer...
"No, get away!" Mable screamed as loud as a trained singer could, and began to run away from her attackers. She led them towards the curtains, and turned to face them. As they got within striking distance she grabbed the curtain behind her and yanked it down, jumping backwards at the same time. The stage was in clear view of the crowd now, and here Mable was, on her behind crying as two people bore down on her with weapons.
"Someone help, they're going to kill me!" Mable cried out, flashing the cloaked individuals a grin as she backed into the crowd of faithful, and for once thankfully ravenous fans.
But perhaps she could keep up that facade a little longer...
"No, get away!" Mable screamed as loud as a trained singer could, and began to run away from her attackers. She led them towards the curtains, and turned to face them. As they got within striking distance she grabbed the curtain behind her and yanked it down, jumping backwards at the same time. The stage was in clear view of the crowd now, and here Mable was, on her behind crying as two people bore down on her with weapons.
"Someone help, they're going to kill me!" Mable cried out, flashing the cloaked individuals a grin as she backed into the crowd of faithful, and for once thankfully ravenous fans.
I'd say do the latter. Most of what I'd describe would be fluff anyway.
"Gajoon." Mable looked her manager in the face, her flushed complexion back to normal. "I'm fine, everything is fine. That was just a fan." Mable flashed a toothy grin and gave him a thumbs up. "How about instead of inking your pants you help me get this show started? The crowd has been waiting long enough haven't they?" She said. In truth she wanted to get the concert over with as soon as possible, as long as she was here she was basically in a cage. Something was about to happen in this city for once, and she was not going to miss it.
"Things are already ready, right? come on.~"
"Things are already ready, right? come on.~"
As Mable wrote her name in the notepad, her pink eyes widened like an owl's as she saw the message. "Red Rock?..." She glanced at the Githkin's face, only just now actually looking at it. "You aren't a fan at all, are you?" She asked. "I've been on the sidelines since this conflict started, waiting for something to happen." Mable handed the notepad back to the Githkin, just as her manager scrambled over. "Just a fan Joo-Joo, calm down.~" Mable waved the Githkin off politely and began to walk away. She was having trouble keeping her breathing easy, and her blue cheeks had begun to flush purple. Things had finally moved into gear in this city, and she was more excited than she'd been in years.
She tried to focus on her concert, the lyrics and dance routine she had crammed so hard to learn, but it was hard to care about any of it at the moment. She wanted to leave right now and do something, but she couldn't. She gripped her pounding chest and let out an anxious breath. "I'm gonna go crazy if I miss this."
She tried to focus on her concert, the lyrics and dance routine she had crammed so hard to learn, but it was hard to care about any of it at the moment. She wanted to leave right now and do something, but she couldn't. She gripped her pounding chest and let out an anxious breath. "I'm gonna go crazy if I miss this."
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