Mika Whitepaws (
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2010-03-24 05:20 pm
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✖ 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....
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....
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I do try.
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I'm afraid I'll have to monitor the baking process, just to be sure. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, you see.
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I do think our kitchen's going to get a bit crowded though.
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[GUESS WHO'S HOVERING OUTSIDE THE WINDOW WITH HIS CRAZY WING-HAIR, MIKA. Wavewavewave~!]
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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.]
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[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.
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Mika Whitepaws, nice to meet you. [Her tail wags as she closes the window, sealing it up with red tape again.]
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[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'.
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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.]
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Alas, I have other duties that come before being the social butterfly, I'm afraid. Deathly serious business.
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Non, even more. For example, keeping an eye on poor Abe. He has a knack for losing his issued equipment.
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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.]
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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
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.
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
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[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.
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Video games. I know a lot of people here from either books, comics, or video games.
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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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.