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Mika Whitepaws ([personal profile] wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2010-03-24 05:20 pm

✖ thirty-first trauma//spring shed - Accidental Video ✖

[Mika's in her bathroom, standing in front of the sink wearing a tank top with a pair of scissors held in her right hand with her foremost locks of hair trapped between the fingers of her left hand. She looks tired even as she begins to cut, and even as she starts to pull tufts of her undercoat out, it starts to become obvious that she's grown in a few bands of paler hair near her face. And it seems like she's not planning on stopping at just her bangs. When she's finished shearing her hair falls roughly halfway between her shoulders and her chin, and she's looking at the mess in the sink with a detached sort of dismay. After all, she's just lopped off around ten inches of hair, and she's not sure how to feel about it.]

It's been over a week and I still don't feel any older. Just more tired. Whatever...

[She looks away from the sink towards the door to the bathroom and shouts.] Hey, Deuce? Want me to make some cookies or something? I feel like baking! Or cooking or something. You got any suggestions?

Need to clean up a mess first though. Last thing I need is a drain girl infestation....

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fffffff that is so much different from watching him on the game.]

I do try.

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Just wait. He's worse in person.]

I'm afraid I'll have to monitor the baking process, just to be sure. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, you see.

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-01 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
As long as nobody gets burned, I'm not going to stop you.

I do think our kitchen's going to get a bit crowded though.

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I hardly think that'll be a problem. Look out the window, chou-fleur.

[GUESS WHO'S HOVERING OUTSIDE THE WINDOW WITH HIS CRAZY WING-HAIR, MIKA. Wavewavewave~!]

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[HE IS SO LUCKY that she knows he can fly, otherwise there'd be startled screams. She looks shocked for a moment, then shakes her head with a grin as she walks over to open it up.]

You know, the last time something was hovering outside the window we had to put up wards to make sure it stayed out. You might give somebody a nasty scare that way. [Even still, she opens it wide to make sure he can come in easily, procuring a roll of tape even as she talks so she can seal up the window.]

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Scare someone? Moi? My dear, you wound me deeply. Such harsh words from that pretty mouth.

[Waka chuckles and floats on in. Of course he's like... tall thanks to those weird shoe sandle thingummies of his, so a little maneuvering to keep him from bumping his head on the top of the window is needed.]

Now then. I don't believe I know your name, cherie.

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, more like surprise someone. [She grins, shaking her head at him and his ridiculously tall geta.]

Mika Whitepaws, nice to meet you. [Her tail wags as she closes the window, sealing it up with red tape again.]

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
The pleasure is mine, Miss Mika.

[He smiles back, idly twirling his flute in one hand while watching Mika tape up the window. The blah wall colour does nothing to compliment the tape, which is a pity.
AND OF COURSE TO INTRODUCE HIMSELF HE HAS TO STRIKE A POSE. Or several poses, really. With plenty of impressive sparkling.]


I am Ushiwaka, the warrior prophet~! The God's Gift to Mankind~!
And victim of a sweet tooth, but that doesn't sound impressive compared to the other things on my resume'.

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
[She covers her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing, Waka is so much more fabulous in person. The PlayStation graphics really do not do him any justice.]

With a title like that, you must be pretty spectacular. I'll bet you're really popular back home, right?

[The urge to tease him about a fanclub is so tempting, but she resists.]

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-04 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The half-baked prophet heaves a dramatic sigh while bending to remove his geta. Bad manners to wear shoes indoors and all that.]

Alas, I have other duties that come before being the social butterfly, I'm afraid. Deathly serious business.

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-04 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Defending Nippon from demons and guiding wayward goddesses back on course? [It slips out before she can stop herself, her head in a pantry as she rummages for one more ingredient.]

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[A slight narrowing of the eyes is really the only sign Waka caught that while he leans backwards against a counter.]

Non, even more. For example, keeping an eye on poor Abe. He has a knack for losing his issued equipment.

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Her ears twitch as she seems to be rummaging for something, her tail waving idly before she makes a quiet 'ah-ha!' and pulls out the container she was looking for.]

Well, that happens when there's a master thief loose in town. Where did Deuce put the...? [She looks around, nose wrinkling as her ears fold back before she spots something on the counter.] Oh!

[Setting the brown sugar down next to the bag of chocolate chips, she wrinkles her nose and winces before opening both of them, only relaxing when she's sure that they're both fine. Content with checking all the food to make sure it hasn't spoiled, her ears flick back to listen to Waka, although her right ear keeps twitching as if she's tracking noises elsewhere in the apartments.]

~

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[My, my, she is a walking encyclopedia, isn't she? Waka chuckles, sidling a little closer to peer curiously at the ingredients being placed in a line. Some he's never seen before, but hey. A cookie connoisseur has to be open-minded.]

Quite right. Hayazo may have been swift, but alas, not swifter than a reincarnated deity.
But one has to wonder...

[With a wicked grin on his face (He loves flustering women, you see) the blonde leans in close to one of Mika's fluffy ears and lowers his voice to a purr.]

...how you know all of this. Care to enlighten me, cherie~?

/inserts girly scream here

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Mika lets out a sharp yip, nearly coating both herself and the counter with flour as her hands clamp down on the bag as she flinches away from him like she's been doused with cold water and nearly threatening to dump the bag down her front as she trips over her own feet.]

D-don't do that! [One hand is clamped over her ear as her cheeks are bright red, and the shake starts at her head and works its way down to the tip of her tail like she was settling fur she didn't even have anymore. Rubbing her ear, she mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like 'video game' as she stares intently at the floor.]

Ohohoho. +1 ego point for Waka.

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course Waka's chuckling away to himself, dusting off the flour from his Hitoe jacket, hair, and helmet wing thingies, resting his elbows on the counter edge with a distinctly amused expression on his face.]

Hmm? Do what, converse? Ask questions?

[Oh, he's going to make a sport out of this, Mika. You're encouraging him. Better to not react at all! Despite his innocent tone, the sly glint in his eye speaks volumes about the teasing.]

s-sob, oh her life

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
In my ear! Personal space, please! I can hear you just fine from over here. [She lets out a distressed 'arooo' sound through her pursed lips as she dusts off the front of her shirt.]

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, excusez-moi, mademoiselle. Space you shall have. But~!

[That blush is adorable, Mika. Anyway, he remains firmly planted by the cookie ingredients with a usual placid smile on his face.]

I require my question answered. Otherwise I'm afraid I won't be moving from this spot.

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[She grumbles as she pulls out a mixing bowl]

Video games. I know a lot of people here from either books, comics, or video games.

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He pauses with a pilfered chocolate chip halfway to his mouth.]

I see. So to you, others like me are simply fictional, correct?

[Food for thought. Nom nom nom chocolate.
And as promised, he sidles away a respectful distance and reflects on this 'video game' business. Interesting theory. Maybe somewhere in Nippon, someone had written about a wolf-girl that baked cookies for a living.]

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Well, sort of. I mean, Amaterasu is the sun goddess of Japan, bearing the three emblems of the imperial house, Ushiwakamaru was a legendary swordsman of the late Heian period who defeated the warrior monk Benkei, and if I recall correctly the tale of Issun-bōshi and the Lucky Mallet is a fairly popular Japanese fairy tale.

Even most of what I know about the local ghosts are based out of stuff I learned from reading stories or watching movies and playing video-games. It's really surreal, I'll admit. I never really thought I'd ever meet the people I read about or that any of my hobbies would end up being my means of survival.

[She sighs, her ears folding back as she brings out the measuring cups and gets to work. Mika only wishes she was a character in a story somewhere. If that was the case she could at least have a likely chance of getting a happy ending or have a really awesome line of nendoroids or figma figurines]

It's like a really bizarre mix of alternate realities. Technically, by everybody else's versions of Earth, something like me is limited to comics and cartoons.

[identity profile] fauconlunaire.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Those two little dot eyebrows of his? Yup. Disappeared waaaaay up into his hairline by now with no signs of coming down any time soon. Now he knows what it feels like to have someone else prophesizing about an alternate future instead of the other way around.]

Well. At least that little bug of Amaterasu's is simply a fairytale figure in your world instead of a pint-sized warrior of fact.

[The mild statement is really the only thing he can think of saying under the circumstances. Way to overload a Waka, kiddo.]

You would be a rare sight in Nippon, Miss Mika. As far as I know, only the gods and Oina tribe possess animal characteristics.

[identity profile] notlikethemovie.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She makes a tsking sound, cocking an eyebrow as she glances over at him after leveling the sugar.]

Haven't been to the restaurants in the Commoner's Quarter in Sei-An City or on the Ryoshima Coast, have you? The chefs are both nekojin, as are the waitresses. For a man who cleansed the coast and spent two hundred years as the captain of the Tao Troopers, you don't get out much, do you?

[Then she seems to recall something, and catches herself.] Ah, that's right, you spent the last century at the Moon Cave, so it's no wonder you didn't know.