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Post by Moka Chiyoko on Nov 22, 2013 23:03:52 GMT -5
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Cause sometimes a monster lives in the strangest of places...
It had been a while since Moka had gone to the world of the Living with her master, and when they came back not only did they not have very much to show for it, she had to subject her fingers to more torture by fixing both her clothes and her masters! It wasn't that bad, but she now had to double up on the bandages on her fingers, and she hated it. Thats what you get for trying to teach yourself to sew from scratch. Nana said with a disappointed tone in her voice...
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Nov 29, 2013 18:02:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-bottom: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px;][atrb=Valign,top] Tags:Moka, Fumiko Fumiko wandered aimlessly up and down the halls of Los Noches. He had no clue what he was going to do for the day. There was almost no real reason for him to even be there. He had nothing to do, especially since Rai was apparently too busy for him. Hell, Fumiko was sure he'd gain enough boredom to go and bother Colin with some unimportant thing if he got bored enough. He realized he didn't really know anyone else.. Sure, there were a few other fraccions here and there that he could be friends with, but they were unbelievably boring.
Fumiko sighed as he turned down another hall. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He looked around, finally spotting someone who could essentially quell his boredom, at least for a little while. This girl was pretty decent looking, so at least she had that going for her. He just hoped she wasn't boring beyond belief.
He walked over to the girl to say hello, making sure he wore an adorable smile while heading her way. Appearance was the key to making a great first impression! When he got to her he noticed a few bandages on her fingers. That seemed like a good conversation starter, and much much better than just saying hi and nothing else. "Where'd you get those from? Hurt yourself?" Of course it had to be her. It made no sense for bad guys to target the fingers, anyway. Unless she attacked using those. But he didn't really care for the details. Instead, he just wanted someone to entertain him. "Well, anywaaaaaaays. Hey there!~" Fumiko made sure his voice was extra adorable while extending his word. There was no true reason to why he did, though. It was just one of those days where he felt like being cute. If he was lucky, his cuteness would be acknowledged. 
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Post by Moka Chiyoko on Dec 5, 2013 20:49:24 GMT -5
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Cause sometimes a monster lives in the strangest of places...
Oh these? These are from trying to teach myself to sew. As you can see I'm not doing too good at that. she said with a giggle as she looked at the girl that had come into her section of the building. Hi There, Im Moka Chiyoko, whats your name? she asked with a smile as Nana effectively rolled her eyes, this would have no effect on Moka however....
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Dec 7, 2013 13:57:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-bottom: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px;][atrb=Valign,top] Tags:Moka, Fumiko Fumiko giggled when she heard the wounds were from sewing. In a way, sewing was a battle only few could win, and not with brute force, either. Although he never seemed to have trouble with it, even when he wasn't the master seamstress with the ability to manipulate thread like he currently was. It was something that came naturally to him, but apparently not to her. "If you ever need help sewing, I could help you. I'm amazing at it!~" He continuously smiled at her while speaking, not wanting to break his cute habits. Even if this was a girl, he wasn't going to suddenly act manly to impress her.
She introduced herself as Moka Chiyoko, asking his name in return. He was fairly happy to see another Japanese surname around. Everyone he knew had overly complicated non-Japanese names. "Fumiko Hiromi." He stated his name and put his hands on his hips, making a cute, but serious expression. "It is a pleasure to be your acquaintance!" He spoke in a proper manner, light-heartedly making fun of those who were overly serious, hoping to get another laugh out of her. He turned on his heels and pointed in a random direction "We should go that way! There is fun things to do over there! Unless you just want to sit her and talk" He turned his head to look back at her and winked, not caring which choice she made. Either way, Moka was going to be his source of fun for the day.
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Post by Moka Chiyoko on Dec 7, 2013 14:28:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:380px; height:400px; background-image:url(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b323/SirLancelot0120/Wallpaper/Xcalak-Blue-Water.jpg); border-radius: 15px;][atrb=Valign,top]Don't always judge by the appearance.
Cause sometimes a monster lives in the strangest of places...
When Fumiko introduced herself and mocked serious People Moka laughed, even as Nana rolled her eyes again in her head. Well I think It's nice to meet you Fumiko, even if Nana Doesn't. she said with a smile as she blinked and her eyes turned crimson, it was the only noticeable change whenever one let the other take over, other than the slightly more menacing voice that she had when nana took over I do agree with her, but I like serious people better. Well, good luck, if your gonna hang around us, your gonna need it. She said as she blinked again, her eyes turning back to their normal emerald green. Then When Fumiko said that they could go on to do something fun or just sit here and talk Moka smiled and stood up, grabbing Marejada and her dagger just in case. Well what are we waiting for Fumiko? Let's go! she said as she pointed forward with a grin, she was highly excited, and right now people would tell that her masters attitude was starting to rub off on her....
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Dec 7, 2013 23:03:13 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-bottom: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px;][atrb=Valign,top] Tags:Moka, Fumiko Fumiko's smile faded slightly when he heard 'Nana' wasn't happy to meet him. Whoever the hell this Nana was was going to get a stern talking to. But, before he could say anything on that subject to Moka, he found that he figured out who Nana was. Sadly,y this cute girl was a psychopath. He wanted nothing to do with shit like that. Apparently he was going to need luck with hanging around them, and was apparently not serious enough. What the hell kind of shit was that?
Fumiko sighed, making his disappointment in his new 'freind' obvious. He didn't want a thing to do with her now that he found out she was crazy, and her other half seemed to be a bitch. He would have been okay with that if they were fawning over him, but they sadly weren't. Maybe these were the reasons he hung around men. Girls just seemed to have an inner bitch, which he could already tell was going to be a problem.
Sadly, Fumiko was no longer amused when Moka decided to be giggly and cute again. It was almost as if she was okay with her bitchy side being rude for no real reason. She stood up to point in the same direction Fumiko did, but he was no longer in the mood for fun. He wanted to smack her, like the sassy man that lurked inside his heart was telling him to do. "You can't just allow 'Nana' to come out whenever and do whatever. Show some control. It's embarrassing." Fumiko raised his hand to smack her in the face, uncaring if she decided to move out of the way or not. His action showed how unamused he was with her. That was all he needed.
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Post by Moka Chiyoko on Dec 7, 2013 23:33:43 GMT -5
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Cause sometimes a monster lives in the strangest of places...
When Fumiko raised her hand to slap her Mokas smile turned into a scowl. Go ahead, smack me. I dare you. Because when you do, I won't be able to stop her from coming out and tearing you to pieces. Nana is more my own personal guardian trapped within my body. I allowed her to come out so you could see what I was talking about. But if you hit me, you'll see first hand the being that murdered my mother. Moka said, not a trace of her previous happiness in her voice. In fact, if my guardian comes out, you'll see just how ugly my resureccion is, because it will be my resureccion that she will use against you. She said as she walked straight up to Fumiko, just now realizing that she towered over the girl. Now don't get me wrong, I like you. I think your cute, and I like my women cute. But at the same time, Im not afraid to be the bitch that will kick your ass if I have to be, I just prefer to leave that to Nana because she's naturally mean. Now, let's try to start over. she said with a unamused expression. She was sick of people thinking she was crazy because of her family curse....
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Dec 11, 2013 19:13:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-bottom: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px;][atrb=Valign,top] Tags:Moka, Fumiko Fumiko was not impressed with Moka's threat. Apparently she was being a bitch just to be a bitch. Fumiko was about ready to leave her until she decided to threaten him. Apparently one slap was enough to send this psychopath into a murderous fit. And the psychopath thing couldn't be more spot on, because apparently this chick murdered her own mother. Fumiko wanted none of this. Where was Lewin when he needed him? He wanted someone to knock sense into this bitch. He flicked a piece of his hair over his shoulder, then drew out his sword. If she wanted to overreact and attempt to murder him, he was going to not hold back.
"Just because you're ugly, it doesn't mean you're going to murder me." Fumiko nonchalantly insulted Moka then lunged his sword at her mid section. He pulled his arm back and kept his sword at his side, not sheathing it just yet. "If you want to kill me with your ugliness, be my guest. However, you won't succeed. You're talking tough, but I think that's all you are. Talk." He smirked while insulting her. He made sure to keep an eye on her, just in case she decided to do something stupid. There was no way this psycho could kill him, even if she tried her hardest. Fumiko was too stubborn to lost to a cunt.
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Post by Moka Chiyoko on Dec 21, 2013 18:13:45 GMT -5
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Cause sometimes a monster lives in the strangest of places...
When Fumiko tried to attack her Moka scowled and blocked her attack with the Sheathe of Marejada, glad the sheathe was made of metal now. If you wanna fight then fine, but because I actually care about if this place gets damaged or not, we are going to take this outside. she said as she backed up to her window, jumping out off of the balcony and landing into a roll, crouched and with Nana's telltale red eyes. Alright then, let's see just how good you are. She said in a tone that indicated she somewhat could tell that Fumiko was stronger than her. She already had Marejada drawn and was already analyzing the Area around her, there wasn't much she could use to her advantage, but as far as she knew she had the duality of her own mind as an advantage, it wasn't likely to be helpful though, Moka tended to shut down when a fight started. I know I usually shut down by now Nana, but if this girl really wants to kill us, then I'll help however I can. her other half said, killing intent in her voice. Good, cause I'm probably gonna need all the help I can get.
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Dec 23, 2013 0:52:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-bottom: dotted 3px #CA4FE9; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px;][atrb=Valign,top] Tags:Moka, Fumiko Fumiko didn't feel like dirtyig himself by fighting this bitch outside. In fact, he didn't want to fight her at all. He was much too classy for that. It was funny to hear her say how much she cared about the place being destroyed or not. As if she were actually that powerful. Fumiko smirked, thinking about how funny it would be if he simply locked her outside. He watched as the girl essentially jumped to outside, dirtying her clothes, expecting Fumiko to follow. He was far too above that. He giggled and looked down at her from the balcony, not following her in the slightest. Perhaps if she had used the front door, he would have thought about following.
"You won't be seeing how good I am from down there." He called out to moka, giggling as he spoke. It was was strange of her to assume he would stoop so low. "It's quite the shame you'd jump down in such an unladylike fashion. He spun his katana around in his hand while mocking her. "I don't think you're very cute anymore, and you're quite the one dimensional person. So boring." Fumiko laughed at her from the balcony, flipping his hair as he did so. Once he
Fumiko stopped laughing as his glare intensified. He really was done with this girl. The way he saw it, she was going to be dead within a few days. "Perhaps you should try doing something a little less... butch"Fumiko decided to no longer use his cute voice while using his final insult, dropping to a cute, but obviously male pitch before backing away into the actual building again. He didn't even care if she came back to him. He was done with her.
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