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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:20 am
"Receive your own judgment! May you forever hear the furious roar of the deities! Now!! Deity's Cry!"
Jazz slammed his hand into Judgment, gripping her by the head as he continued his descent. A loud roar echoed out as the massive dragon began to fade, the darkness that surrounded it now dispersed as the orange sun shone out over the mountains. Judgment gripped Jazz' wrist, struggling to break free as she was slammed into the ground of the altar, a massive pillar of light exploding from the two as the very power of the deities was released. The tower seemed to reach even the heaven's as the island began to crack and crumble, the force sending the rubble flying out in every direction. Jazz held on as Judgment's glowing eye stared up at him through his fingers, her body slowly beginning to fade within the blast, his jacket tearing and wildly dancing behind him.
Seven years ago, Jazz Kobayashi, along with the other heroes, defeated Judgement, the rogue deity that threatened existence itself. Calling forth the power of the deities, the envoy finished off the herald of death, in turn giving up his own life to ensure her trip to hell was guaranteed.
Now, a new threat to the world has made itself known in the form of cloaked man and a strange chained figure who's face is hidden in darkness. What could these new threats possible be after? Who will save the balance now that the heroes from the past are gone? The loud roar of the deities is crying once again, can you hear it?
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:22 am
Welcome once again to the Deities Cry series! After our first attempt at a part two, i'm proud to say that this rewrite will hopefully run a bit smoother and be a bit deeper than the first attempt. If you're new and have no idea what I mean by rewrite, then welcome! Let's have some fun with this one and make another great Deities Cry.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:26 am
Announcements:
I'm going to be adding an announcement board this time around to let you guys know what's going on with me, or if anything important has come up, so just check in every now and then.
My first big announcement would have to be though that the first RP, Deity's Cry, has been moved to the VIP Section! If you already knew (>.> you know who you are) a heads up would've been nice, but I found out today (>.> you two aren't on my happy list). So if you're interested in reading the first Deities Cry, just pop in and go.
I recommend reading the first's backstory for your character design if you plan on plugging your character into the story, so here's a link
Deity's Cry (Now VIP)
The accepted Profiles are now up! The link is riiiiiight here:
Profiles!
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:33 am
Rules:
I don't have many, and many of them won't change.
1. Follow Gaia ToS (This is required folks)
2. Keep it Pg13! Romance is fun, but I can guarantee if you try making it all about the romance, I'm gonna envoke my Mod powers of story writing to mess your day up.
3. No Godmodding! I usually don't have a problem with this one, but it's good to remind you. This is an action RP, combat is inevitable. An auto-hit is godmodding without permission. On the other hand, you're not super human, take a hit every now and then, it makes this more fun.
4. Alright, this isn't really a rule but I figured I'd put it here. NPC's are going to happen, they help everyone out, in an NPC match, no rules, if you want to mess up a horde of demons, so be it, but be realistic, but also flashy. If you're using a whole post for it, it should be enjoyable to read.
5. Be Realistic! Yes, it's a fantasy roleplay, but reality still applies
6. Have Fun!
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:40 am
Characters:
Alright so here's the character sheet. I only ask one, you delete my parenthesis, they're just for notes for you, and two, pm them to me in a message titled "Round 2"
Username:
Name:
Age:
Ability (One to a person):
Signature (What move defines you, give a very BRIEF description):
Weapon (Not required, No guns ever):
Talents (interesting tidbits that could be useful later such as skillful cooking or the love of running or something):
Weaknesses (Love of women, afraid of something, etc.):
History (must be a paragraph minimum, three max):
Appearance:
Quote:
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 7:41 pm
Prologue
"This is an outrage!"
A booming voice filled the ivory halls of the heavens, seeming to shake the very foundation. Locked away behind two gigantic stone doors, the deities sat in council. Birth, the deity of life itself, sat at the head of the table, a deep sigh leaving her chest as her brother's outburst only worstened the situation. As Force slammed his fists into the table, Birth's eyes darted about the table, her eyes seeming empty as she focused on the three empty seats of the council.
"How did it come to this...Reaper's banishment...Judgment's imminent death...and now Virtue.."
"Birth! How can you just sit there!? Do you not hear what he is proposing!?"
Force lashed out again, his finger victimizing Continuum as he let out a bored yawn. Two days had passed since the deities locked themselves away in this room, and many conflicting view points were set forth. Slowly shaking her head, Birth rose from her throne-like seat, her hands placed on the cold ivory table.
"Force, restrain yourself. As for you Continuum, you know very well the consequences of your words. Stopping time would only wake father, and that would complicate things. It is true....our options are slim, but we must find Virtue and punish the one foolish enough to tempt fate."
Birth's face dropped a little as her words left her, her beautiful hair falling over her face. Here, before her siblings, she hid her own thoughts, for she knew what was to be done. Her mind was well made up. Lifting her head to the silent room once more, she met her gaze with her siblings before speaking.
"This council is adjourned until further notice"
"About time! I've been dying for something to eat!"
Soles, the young deity of the sun quickly bolted from his seat out into the grand hall, his footsteps echoing as his twin sister Lunes hurried after him.
As the deities began to leave the room, one man clad in green stood, fixing his green fedora atop his head before looking at his sister. A sigh left Luck as he saw the defeated expression on Birth's face as she gathered her things and started for the corridor. After living through hell himself, Luck knew what thoughts ran through his sister's head, and he knew that the events to follow would effect the world below. Luck made his way out into the corridor, passing by Birth, subtle words leaving him.
"Don't blame yourself Birth....no one saw this coming"
A soft smile forced its way to Birth's face as her brother's words tried to reach her.
"Thank you Luck...but there is only one option...we must use her."
"her..?"
Without words, Birth walked down the corridor, a dumbfounded Luck left to his own thoughts.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 2:53 am
"Once upon a time there was a little bird that was feeding one morning. However it's feeding was interrupted because some predators found it. Scared the little bird flew away as fast as it could....but in the end it was caught by a young man.
Flames erupted from throughout what seemed to be endless charred rock as screams filled the air along with the cackling of what seemed to be little red creatures.
A large circular platform rested above a large ring, that circled below with people chained up against it's edges.
"The young man put the bird in a cage and fed it. He complimented the bird everyday and asked it to sing, just one little song. He even offered to let the bird go free if it just sang once.
A charred body of what seemed to be a human tried to crawl along the ground only to be dragged back into the fire.
The human screamed digging it's claws into the dirt leaving a trail before it vanished into the black flames.
"Even with all the promises the bird wouldn't sing, it would eat and stare out the window in silence. Eventually the young man got angry and started to punish the bird. He took the bird's food away but the bird remained silent. He yelled at the bird but nary a sound left it's beak. Finally the man reached in and broke both the birds wings and cursed it before throwing open it's cage door. Tempting it to try and fly away, the bird jumped and tried to fly but only fell to the floor. The man spit at the bird and left the house slamming the door behind him."
A small grin formed on a man's face.
"It is then that the bird sang a beautiful song right before it closed it's eyes and died."
A man stood up and ran his hand through his blond hair to his neck where it stopped.
His right eye peeked out of his bangs as it let off a small red glow.
His sleeves were long and covered most of his arms, but when they fell to his elbows bandages could be seen traveling up his arms.
The hellfire seemed to avoid the man as it moved out of his way as he walked through it.
The man put his hands behind his head and let out a small sigh before glancing over into the flames.
"Well that story helped pass two minutes,"
A grin found it's way onto the man's face before he rubbed the back of his head.
"Gotta stop talking to yourself Reaper...stuck for eternity around screaming and despair. Take out the flames and it's just like being with Luck and Force when they're in a room together."
Reaper looked up at the ceiling to the underworld.
"Did you enjoy breaking my wings...sister."
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:46 pm
As tragedy struck the heavens, the world far below continued it's melancholy life, not knowing of the dangers that would soon lurk in the shadows. As the Gates to the heavens were once more opened, Birth descends, her destination, a small bakery in the new capitol. Tis a simple bakery, the smell of sweet breads and rolls wafts through the streets at sunrise, nothing far too out of the ordinary. Outside, a small bench resides with a swinging wooden sign hanging above that quaintly reads "Kobayashi Bakery", it's oaken corners swaying in the wind. What business could the deity of life have with the resident of this bakery? What dark evil looms in the distance? How will the world react when the deity's fall once again?
A young girl wakes in the night, her screams filling the room she resided in. A faint glimmer shot through the night as a shadowy figure's footsteps echoed through the dark streets outside. A feint smirk adorning their face.
Prologue. End
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 8:18 pm
Chapter 1
A large explosion blasted through a desolate field, the sky seeming to reflect like a shattered mirror. Distortions sparked through the world as the explosions of light fired off, rubble flying through the shattered world. A young girl dashed through the explosions, her breathing heavy and short as her panic showed. Chains lit the endless night sky in this nightmare world, their wonderous glimmer hiding their true meaning.
"W-what is this place!?"
Hikari, the young girl, turned to find the source of the massive detonations, her fears only becoming reality as her assailant was still very much close. Through the settling rubble, a masked figure slowly walked toward the girl, his black jacket fluttering behind him. The mask that adorned his face showed that of a sinister smile, it's ivory surface glimmering as the bright sword in his hand illuminated the dark world around them. His silver hair seemed to dance in the wind as more explosions dance before him, each aimed for the helpless girl.
Hikari turned in panic, trying to escape only to be stopped dead in her tracks, the masked man now inches from her face. The sweet smell of strawberries seemed to radiate from him as the sinister smile stared into Hikari's face. The eery eyes suddenly illuminated as Hikari's breath stopped, her terror consuming every muscle in her body.
"Remember.."
Hikari quickly shot up in her bed, the word the masked figure spoke burned into her mind. Her sheets were soaked in cold sweat as she pulled them closer to her. Hikari scanned the room, as if to be sure this was truly reality. What was that broken world she had just witnessed? Who was the masked man dead set on her life? Her eyes focused on the window as the burning orange sun began to rise, banishing the darkness if only for awhile. Hikari's deep blue eyes closed, the image of the masked man flashing in her mind, causing her to gasp once more.
"Seven years...it's almost time for the festival...maybe that's what's causing these nightmares..but still.."
Hikari's mind wandered, her eyes focused out the window into the street below. People were already out, preparing for the festival marking the seven year anniversary of the deity's tears falling to earth. The festival was a way to be grateful that the world had survived another year. As for Hikari, the festival marked a series of nightmares, each different, but in the same world, with the same masked man. What did that world mean to her? Perhaps this year, her questions would be answered.
(The RP is now open, it's now morning and the festival marking the seven years is in two days, opening posts go!)
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:11 pm
The clinking of silver echoed as it was flipped by a young man with grayish white hair that went down to his middle of his back.
The young man stuck the piece of silver into a brown pouch before tossing it up a few times.
Feeling the weight of the pouch, the dark aura that circled his body soon dissipated as he let out a small sigh.
The young man stood in the center of a small forest.
Tall tree's and small bushes surrounded him that hid the large amount of darkness in front of him.
"Next time you try to rob a drifter make sure they're not stronger than you....well I might have went a little overboard."
The young man...Saken stared down into the a large crater that radiated what seemed to be darkness.
The area around the crater was stained black with chunks of bark laying around in the darkened grass.
A dark mist flowed throughout the crater around three men who lay in the center of it.
Their clothing were torn in multiple places and the pockets of their pants were turned inside out.
Saken rubbed the back of his head seeing a few branches laying in the crater around the men who groaned and tried to get up and move.
However a tree fell over and crashed into the large crater causing Saken to flinch hearing the screams of the men below.
Turning Saken made his way through the forest tapping the side of his pants to hear the clinking again.
Eventually he found a small inclined path and looked around before shrugging his shoulders and making his way along the path.
Pushing a branch aside Saken found his way out of the forest and continued walking forward until he came to the edge of a high cliff.
"There it is....the capital"
Saken looked down from the cliff to see a large village below, he stretched and rotated his right arm seeing his destination in front of him.
He assumed by now preparations for the festival were probably underway.
Turning Saken made his way back to the forest putting his hands behind his head as he walked.
"Hopefully no more interruptions will get in my way."
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At a tavern in the capital a man with grey streaks in his smoothed back black hair cleaned a small mug.
Wrinkles lined his distinguished face as his eyes moved around the tavern at the regulars.
Looking through the window he noticed some men carrying supplies for the festival walk by.
A small smile formed on his face before he poured a drink into the clean mug and slid it down the bar.
A man caught it and raised it as thanks before downing it.
"It's unfortunate that you can't see this in person, you would commend them for their strength."
The tavern owner chuckled and grabbed another mug as he repeated the process of cleaning it.
"Must be getting old....reminiscing about the past."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 11:51 am
"Hey... Hey, Auntie Inae??"
"What?"
"What card do you think matches me?"
A gentle but irritated sigh escaped the lips of the woman known as "Auntie" Inae as she set down a cup of tea that she had been drinking on its saucer before setting it down on a table draped with multiple layers of multi-colored cloth.
"Miu," She began, quietly rising to a stand before making her way over to the girl. "How many times have I told you... Don't touch my things."
Miu blinked her eyes, glancing down at Inae before sticking out her tongue and scurrying her way across an old wooden floor, maneuvering her way around old chairs and small tables that seemed to be falling apart.
"But.. But Auntie Inae, I'm just looking! Hey! You never answered me!"
The small child clutched onto a deck of cards and started to look through them, sliding the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she looked.
"Auntie Inae, answer me! Which card am I like? What about you? Oooh! What about Momma? Huh?! Wel-- Oompf!" The deck she had been holding flew out from her hands and scattered onto the floor in front of her, revealing it to be a deck of Tarot cards. "Ouchie..."
Miu picked herself up off of the ground before turning around to look at what had caused her to trip, only to puff out her cheeks seeing that it was Inae's foot-stool. "Meanie!" A loud 'eep' squeaked from Miu before she lifted her leg and clutched onto her foot. "Auntie Inae your stool is a meanie!"
As Miu hopped around holding her foot, Inae let out another sigh. Moving over to where her deck had scattered, she knelt down and began to pick up Miu's mess.
"This could have been avoided if you just knew not to touch things that don't belong to you. As for your questions, they're all trivial. Now stop being so damn annoying and get out of my shop. Go back upstairs. Now."
Inae ignored Miu as she started to pout and merely pointed for the door to the upstairs, shaking her head once she was gone. "Finally... Damn child is too wild in the morning..." Straightening out her deck, Inae made her way back to her table and set the cards down before taking a seat and taking a sip of her tea.
'She's always worse around this time of year... Then again, so is she... Like mother, like daughter I suppose. Setting down her tea once more, Inae glanced over toward the door Miu had gone through. 'I probably have a few minutes before those two come down. Might as well enjoy it while I can.'
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'Its that time of year again, isn't it...?'
Mirela made her way out of her bedroom, giving Miu a soft smile when she saw her sitting on the couch, kicking her feet back and forth while humming a small tune.
The upstairs was lit only by sunlight, being let in from a single open window on the far wall. Unlit candles were placed around the room in odd places. Clothes, papers, and books littered the floor and furniture, however there were stacks among the room that seemed neat and organized, showing that there was at least an attempt to tidy up.
"Good morning Miu," Mirela ran her fingers through her hair, having left it down after brushing it. Her black and blond hair came a little bit past her shoulders and draped over them a little. "Are you hungry?"
Miu let out a squeal before she sprung up off of the couch and ran over to Mirela. She threw her arms tightly around her, snuggling her face into her chest, causing Mirela's eyes to widen slightly.
"Mornin' Momma! Mornin', mornin', mornin'!" Miu let out a few giggles, snuggling against Mirela before letting go of her and taking a step back. "You bet I'm hungry! I want melon! Gimme some watermelon, Momma!"
Miu clutched her stomach and dropped to the ground, faking cries of starvation. "Feed me, Momma! Feed me! I'll die if you don't feed me, Momma! I'll... I'll starve!"
Mirela smiled at Miu before chuckling a little bit. "Well I can't let you starve, now can I? Alright, I'll get you some watermelon."
Stepping over Miu, Mirela made her way over to the kitchen area before grabbing a watermelon and setting it on the counter. After straightening it out to make sure it didn't roll off of the counter, she reached over and picked up a knife. Mirela positioned it down the middle, deciding that she wanted a little bit for breakfast as well.
"Momma... Momma I'm staaarving! Hurry!"
"Be patient, Miu." Mirela turned her head, giving the child a small smile. "I'm getting some for myself, too." Turning her head back to the watermelon in front of her, Mirela re-positioned the knife and went to make the first cut.
'Stop lying to me!'
Mirela shut her eyes tight, dropping the knife after feeling juice on her skin. She opened them after a few minutes and saw that the watermelon had been cut messily in half.
"Momma...?!" Miu sat up and hurried over to Mirela, tugging on her dress a little. "Momma you messed up.."
"Is there a problem?" Inae let out a small sigh before making her way over to Mirela and Miu, having decided to come upstairs after hearing the clang from the knife. Picking up the knife, she walked over to the sink and stood on her tip-toes before putting it in and grabbing another. "Here." Inae gently pushed Mirela and Miu out of the way before she set to work, cutting more of the watermelon.
When she was done, she put the second knife into the sink before moving over to the couch and taking a seat. 'That harlot shouldn't be allowed to handle a knife..'
"Thanks, Inae.." Mirela cleaned herself up and put some watermelon on a plate for Miu. After getting some for herself, she put the rest away and took a seat in a chair by the window, lightly gripping the locket around her neck.
'I thought that you would've found me by now... Please hurry, I want to see you...'
Mirela let out a small sigh before sticking a piece of watermelon in her mouth and gazing quietly out the window.
Inae glanced over to see Miu happily munching away on her breakfast before turning her attention to Mirela. She remained quiet while she stared at her, knowing fully well what the thoughts running through her sisters' mind were.
'I wonder if this year will actually be interesting.'
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:37 pm
Faust Deodar Syon As the villagers ran left and right to prepare for the incoming festival, deep in the shadows of the forest outside it a terrible chase was underway. Dashing through the bushes and grass ran a white rabbit, its breath panting with exhaustion as its legs strained themselves to accelerate its tiny body ever forward. Daring not to look behind it, even for an instant, the rabbit knew its pursuer was not far. And just so, a few feet away a menacing wolf pounced out of the shrub, landing on its heels before continuing its pursuit. Its fangs were wet with blood and spit after having slain the rabbit’s sibling, and with his first meal taken care of, the ravenous beast hungered for more as he sprinted towards its prey, mouth wide open, eyes zoning in and claws ready to pounce and kill.
With a squeak the rabbit tripped on a root, sending itself face-first into a tree. Tired and fearful for its own life, it tried to get back up, but to no avail as the wolf’s powerful claw slammed down on its back pinning it to the ground. Feeling the beast’s breath on its skin, the prey closed its eyes and waited for the inevitable. With a bark the wolf lunged at its neck, fangs ready, and in an instant, the rabbit’s snow-white fur was bathed in blood. Opening its eyes, the rabbit looked up to see its pursuer dead, with a macabre spear jutting out of its mouth. Still pinned down by the now dead wolf, the rabbit attempted to free itself from its cold grasp, but could do nothing as it heard the stomping boots of a person, making his way through the grass and towards the beast’s corpse.
”Just in time, I see.” came the human’s voice as it pulled out the grotesque dart from the back of the wolf’s head and kicked away its corpse off the rabbit. Bringing the dart into view, the light reached it just enough to see its horrifying features. The bones and fur were that of a rabbit, twisted along a branch it such a way that it seemed as if the two grew on each other. Paralyzed by fear, the rabbit could do nothing as the man’s dart flashed with light, before its sibling’s corpse landed on the ground, having been separated from the branch ”Not sure if you what you do with your dead, sorry about that.” the man, Faust Deodar Syon, spoke, with a voice of remorse and casualness. Bowing to the rabbit, he then departed from the scene, towards the village.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:47 am
Little time had passed since Hikari had awoken, but she was already up and dressed, her plain outfit consisted of nothing more than a white blouse and some cheap cloth pants. Her hair was up in a bun as she slipped her apron on and headed downstairs. Although the morning was still young, Hikari's work was never done. The bakery downstairs was quiet as the sun illuminated the room. A stone oven glowed dimly as the burning coals from the night before were nothing more than glowing ash.
Hikari yawned as she threw more coals into the stone oven, a cloud of dust bursting from the chimney over the bakery as the coals caught fire, their dancing flames slowly warming the room. On a small table, a row of wooden bowls lay, each with a cloth draped over them. Inside were lumps of dough that the young baker had prepared the night before, now ready to be baked.
It wasn't long until the streets began to fill with the sweet smell of fresh bread. Hikari stood at the counter, her eyes still glazed with sleep as she stared out the large glass window into the streets outside. Burly men hauling logs and steel were most of the crowd as preperations had indeed begun for the festival. Hikari had stared just across the way at a small building, a tarot shop that had opened not very long ago. She often found herself staring at this building, as if something was calling her to it. Although she had never directly spoken to the residents, the youngest child had pressed her small cheeks against her window countless times.
A small chuckle came over Hikari as her mind trailed, her life was so droll, each aspect of it calculated into a schedule. She gave a small, happy sigh as she pulled hot bread from the oven, waiting for customers to come in, and waiting for the small child to innocently smudge her window. In the back of her mind, she hoped that this years festival would bring some excitement, and possibly some answers
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:19 pm
Saken stepped out of the way as some children ran by him wielding wooden swords.
He rubbed the back of his head and turned his attention back towards the village.
Growing up he had heard countless stories about the capital, both before and after it's downfall.
Standing in it now he understood how so many stories came from it, if there weren't buildings then shops were around.
If there weren't any shops or buildings then there were people, too many people as he looked around though that was probably because of the festival.
He had always wanted to come but he had been forbidden from every stepping foot inside.
He had counted how many times he had watched the capital from a distance as he passed by it.
He stopped as a sweet smell caught his attention, immediately after he put his hand to his stomach as it growled.
Thinking back the last time he ate was a few days ago, he had run out of silver until recently.
He smelled the air trying to find the source before his attention landed on a bakery.
Leaning to the side he tried to peek in but he stopped thinking how much it might cost in the end.
He was hungry and something delicious would be nice but he could go to a stand instead and get almost expired fruit for less.
Saken's eyes widened as rotten fruit would be even cheaper, and if he got sick his hunger would also go away.
Finally finding a solution he continued walking past the bakery and the tarot shop across from it.
However as he passed them he felt his world go dark for a moment, the endless movement and bustling voices all vanished from around him.
He looked around at the endless darkness before putting his hand over his face and closing his eyes.
When he opened them he could see the people again, he took in a deep breath and made his way towards the market.
"Better hurry before the festival starts, last thing I need is more people around."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:58 am
As Miu finished munching her watermelon, she quickly rose to a stand and scurried over to the sink before dropping the plate inside, not caring if it broke or not. Looking over at Mirela, she saw the look in her eyes and couldn't help it as she puffed out her cheeks, a pout forming on her tiny lips. She had come to realize that Mirela acted like that often, and the small child felt she knew why, but she wasn't entirely sure in her innocent mind.
"I'm going out," Inae made her way over to the door leading downstairs to her shop before glancing at Mirela. "As much as I hate to ask you this, watch the shop. I won't be gone long, but you never know who is going to come in."
Inae's gaze seemed to focus on the look in Mirela's eyes through the reflection in the window. The look in her eyes was far to common to do anyone any good, and that annoyed Inae to no end. After a few moments, Inae shook her head. "Or you could ignore me, whatever. If anything happens to my shop, your head will be the first to roll, and I mean that."
Letting out a sigh, Inae opened the door and began to descend the stairs, slamming the door behind her which in turn caused a glass to fall off of the kitchen counter and onto the floor, scattering glass everywhere.
"Auntie Inae you made a mess!"
"Not my problem! Have the harlot clean it up!"
"...What's a harlot?"
Groaning a little bit, Inae shook her head. "Just... Just make Mirela clean it." Running her fingers through her hair, Inae opened the front door and stepped outside, sighing one last time before resting her eyes on the bakery right across the way before she began her walk toward the entrance, finding the scent of fresh bread a little hard to resist.
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"Momma, hey, Momma... Momma, Auntie Inae made a mess and you gotta clean it up, 'cause Auntie Inae said so." Miu tip-toed around the glass, making her way over to Mirela. With a big smile, she took Mirela's plate and set it aside before climbing into her lap and tugging on her cheeks, causing Mirela's eyes to widen.
"M-Miu!" Mirela tilted her head back, causing Miu to let go of her face before she smiled and placed a kiss on her nose, chuckling a little bit as a giggle escaped from Miu.
"Teehee, Momma, Auntie Inae said you gotta watch her shop, too."
"Oh, did she now?" Mirela picked up Miu off of her lap and set her on the floor, making sure there wasn't any glass around. "Do me a favor, Miu. Go watch Auntie Inae's shop, but be good and don't touch anything, okay? I have to clean up here and Inae won't like it if nobody is down there." Mirela reached down and straightened Miu's hat, fluffing it out a little with a smile as she saw Miu's eyes light up. "Just don't let her find out, okay?"
"You got it, Momma!" Miu giggled some more and took off, running down into Inae's shop. Sliding to a stop, she ran over and climbed onto the large table in the middle of the room. "I'm watchin' the shop! I'm watchin' the shop! Yay!!" Plopping down on the table, Miu sat with her legs dangling off the sides and leaned forward, placing her hands on the table in front of her to keep herself propped up.
"Super Miu-Miu Shop-Sitter Mode, G- Oooh..." Tilting her head to the side, Miu hopped off of the table and scurried across the room, stopping in front of a small dust ball that was dancing through the air. "Its so cute..." Miu stared a little more and went to reach out to grab it but stopped, remembering what Mirela had told her.
'Be good and don't touch anything, okay?'
Miu pouted and folded her arms, yet continued to stare at the dust ball in awe. "I don't know why Momma's gotta be so mean sometimes..."
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Mirela let out a small sigh once Miu was downstairs, almost a little glad to be alone. Stepping over the glass, Mirela made her way into her room to retrieve a torn piece of brown fabric, only to brush her hair into a low pony-tail and tie it back.
"There we go." Mirela stared at herself in the mirror for a minute or two, her mind going through the events of what had happened seven years in the past. The woman grew quiet, closing her eyes as she closed her hand into a fist. 'I'm sorry that I couldn't stop him, I hope you've forgiven me...'
Remembering that there was a mess she had to clean up, Mirela opened her eyes and relaxed herself before going back into the kitchen and grabbing a broom. "Inae will kill me if this doesn't get cleaned up." Letting out a faint sigh, Mirela put on a smile and set to work on cleaning up the floor.
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