Post by Emiliania on Aug 1, 2021 0:50:32 GMT
The soul was no less fragile than the body. She’d known that for a while, but couldn’t trace where she’d heard it. The lamp laid out it’s dry yellow hues on the table finish. The smell of bleach hung in the air. The ambience of the room’s applications made up most of the sound, filled briefly by the whir of a kettle right as it approached a rolling boil. A single strand of white hair escaped its braid to clutter her vision, as she leaned down, pink eyes isolating the exact stoppage of the boil. It had to be cooled momentarily or else it would burn the tea. Extracting packets of chamomile from the cabinet, she poured two cups before submerging them. The door blew open, as a count of one Liena strode inside, sending reverberations of her entrance through the counter where they wrinkled the surface of her tea. She scooped up both cups in her hands, safe from any potential catastrophe, and jabbed one of them at the latest invader.
“Here, it will relax you.”
Liena paused, lips folded in on themselves, as she eyed the white China like a startled child, setting her six foot ji on the floor, it’s spikes shearing the threads of carpet, as she snatched it from her hands and eyed it.
“Pick that up, and hop in the shower.”
Liena paused again, walking over to the weapon, then walking back to the table to set the tea down, before walking back again. She then gripped the ji, slinging it over her shoulder, scarring the flat ceiling in the process. Ceiling paint erupted in white clouds. Niu practically appeared on the other side of the room, both cups in hand, a look of horror on her face.
“Be more careful!” Came her high pitched, indoor scream, that upped in pitch with every passing syllable.
Liena, of course, shrugged it off, walking to the room’s armory. The sound of the shower could be heard not long after. Niu on the other hand, maintained the cloud of dust that came about in a small pocket of air, as she phoned repair and restoration services. In the middle of the call she heard a wet slam coming from the bathroom.
“I keep telling you not to soap the bottom sides of your feet.” she called out, not even bothering to look up. Nights like these were bound to happen with a roommate like this, and she felt she had already done well enough disarming her early on. Liena with a weapon in a small space was dangerous, not because she was a malicious person, but because of the probability of a severe accident occurring, which she had a way of increasing, somehow. She also didn’t pose much of a threat to Niu, but rather to her immediate surroundings, which seemed readily subject to her carelessness. Thankfully their cleaning and repair crew proved very capable with each passing incident. Niu could expect the room to be good as new by the time she got back from work the next day. Sitting back in her chair, her shoulders folded in to accommodate the natural crease, as she flipped open a book in one hand and, her tea gradually evaporating in the other, took to some light reading to finish off the evening, Of Grammatology to be exact.
Unfortunately, for her things were about to get worse.
A faint ripple tickled the air, enough to betray a malicious yet disguised intention of some sort. She looked up, drawn to alertness a millisecond before the carpeted floor separated and the entirety of the kitchen seemed to jerk downward. Their apartment had been effectively cleaved in too, and it was made obvious theirs wasn’t the only one caught up in it. The entire other side of the complex collapsed to one story with a deafening crash that blistered the air and sent rippling shockwaves throughout their hollowed-out remaining half . Then Liena, dressed in nothing but a nightgown appeared, bolting towards Niu, she hugged the white haired archer and tackled her through the window. The glass immediately gave and trailed them as they left the building. Another eruption soon took shape above them, blowing out the windows in blue flames that degraded to bright orange. Mid-flight she could see the front half collapse as well, as the debris took little time to match and then far exceed their speed in free fall.
It was the first time Liena seemed to actually save her. Usually it was the other way around, though even Niu couldn’t fully anticipate their entire residency being blown to smithereens. Regardless of this fact, Niu also wasn’t one to let them be caught in the debris as they landed. Utilizing her very connection with the ground below them, and her proficiencies in Dì and Gēn to bind her in the physical sense, dragging both of them down and out at speeds that placed them well outside the scope of the crash within the span of milliseconds. With that done, her next plan was to start pressing her idiotic friend for some answers, because it was already too apparent to her what was going on. Liena returns to their apartment, weapon in hand, then later on reacts to the violent situation faster than Niu could, with the damage easily scaling to that of chthonic lower deity, the exact entities Liena had a habit of inadvertently pissing off and walking away from.
“So, is this thing after you?”
She nodded in response, but avoided eye contact.
“Take care of it.” she replied, only to see the robed girl dash off, seemingly fine with duking it out with whatever it was that had torn up the place in the buff.
Niu on the other hand turned toward the horizon, alert as always. She could sense her mace rested somewhere in the distance, no doubt caught up in the debris. Her bow was easily summoned in a moment's notice, and her shield, well, she almost never took that off. Why would she arm herself in a moment like this? Anyone would be after their apartment had just been destroyed.
“Here, it will relax you.”
Liena paused, lips folded in on themselves, as she eyed the white China like a startled child, setting her six foot ji on the floor, it’s spikes shearing the threads of carpet, as she snatched it from her hands and eyed it.
“Pick that up, and hop in the shower.”
Liena paused again, walking over to the weapon, then walking back to the table to set the tea down, before walking back again. She then gripped the ji, slinging it over her shoulder, scarring the flat ceiling in the process. Ceiling paint erupted in white clouds. Niu practically appeared on the other side of the room, both cups in hand, a look of horror on her face.
“Be more careful!” Came her high pitched, indoor scream, that upped in pitch with every passing syllable.
Liena, of course, shrugged it off, walking to the room’s armory. The sound of the shower could be heard not long after. Niu on the other hand, maintained the cloud of dust that came about in a small pocket of air, as she phoned repair and restoration services. In the middle of the call she heard a wet slam coming from the bathroom.
“I keep telling you not to soap the bottom sides of your feet.” she called out, not even bothering to look up. Nights like these were bound to happen with a roommate like this, and she felt she had already done well enough disarming her early on. Liena with a weapon in a small space was dangerous, not because she was a malicious person, but because of the probability of a severe accident occurring, which she had a way of increasing, somehow. She also didn’t pose much of a threat to Niu, but rather to her immediate surroundings, which seemed readily subject to her carelessness. Thankfully their cleaning and repair crew proved very capable with each passing incident. Niu could expect the room to be good as new by the time she got back from work the next day. Sitting back in her chair, her shoulders folded in to accommodate the natural crease, as she flipped open a book in one hand and, her tea gradually evaporating in the other, took to some light reading to finish off the evening, Of Grammatology to be exact.
Unfortunately, for her things were about to get worse.
A faint ripple tickled the air, enough to betray a malicious yet disguised intention of some sort. She looked up, drawn to alertness a millisecond before the carpeted floor separated and the entirety of the kitchen seemed to jerk downward. Their apartment had been effectively cleaved in too, and it was made obvious theirs wasn’t the only one caught up in it. The entire other side of the complex collapsed to one story with a deafening crash that blistered the air and sent rippling shockwaves throughout their hollowed-out remaining half . Then Liena, dressed in nothing but a nightgown appeared, bolting towards Niu, she hugged the white haired archer and tackled her through the window. The glass immediately gave and trailed them as they left the building. Another eruption soon took shape above them, blowing out the windows in blue flames that degraded to bright orange. Mid-flight she could see the front half collapse as well, as the debris took little time to match and then far exceed their speed in free fall.
It was the first time Liena seemed to actually save her. Usually it was the other way around, though even Niu couldn’t fully anticipate their entire residency being blown to smithereens. Regardless of this fact, Niu also wasn’t one to let them be caught in the debris as they landed. Utilizing her very connection with the ground below them, and her proficiencies in Dì and Gēn to bind her in the physical sense, dragging both of them down and out at speeds that placed them well outside the scope of the crash within the span of milliseconds. With that done, her next plan was to start pressing her idiotic friend for some answers, because it was already too apparent to her what was going on. Liena returns to their apartment, weapon in hand, then later on reacts to the violent situation faster than Niu could, with the damage easily scaling to that of chthonic lower deity, the exact entities Liena had a habit of inadvertently pissing off and walking away from.
“So, is this thing after you?”
She nodded in response, but avoided eye contact.
“Take care of it.” she replied, only to see the robed girl dash off, seemingly fine with duking it out with whatever it was that had torn up the place in the buff.
Niu on the other hand turned toward the horizon, alert as always. She could sense her mace rested somewhere in the distance, no doubt caught up in the debris. Her bow was easily summoned in a moment's notice, and her shield, well, she almost never took that off. Why would she arm herself in a moment like this? Anyone would be after their apartment had just been destroyed.