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Post by Mizuki Kiyoura on Jan 26, 2010 3:44:47 GMT -5
Mizuki blushed a little as he stared at her, and felt her heart give that weak little tremble in her chest which she had felt before.
"No, no, its fine" she said at his apologies, her expression one of mixed engrossment and abhorrence, there was something ... wickedly fascinating about this scenario.
"What do they look like?" ... the question itself ... was awkward to say the least, Mizu had many secrets, some of them interesting, some of them embarrassing, and some of them just plain weird, this one was one of the latter. They say Justice is Blind in order to prevent any sort of bias, so that Justice can be meted out fairly, without fear or favor, regardless of identity, money, power, or weakness. Yet it was darkness she could feel, or if not darkness? ... then one very powerful negative vibe ... but, if she knew what they looked like? ... then could she make a better judgment? or would that just prejudice and bias her even more then she already was.
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Post by Akio Nyuhara on Jan 28, 2010 19:11:18 GMT -5
Akio was confused by her question. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean. What does what look like?" Akio stared at her. "You're face is getting a little red...Are you running a fever?" Akio placed his hand on her cheek. He didn't understand the concept of 'blushing' because he had only done it once himself, and when he did he didn't know what it was. He wasn't blushing now, he had no need too. He still was in full control of his own emotions.
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Post by Mizuki Kiyoura on Jan 29, 2010 4:41:23 GMT -5
Unfortunately for herself, Mizuki did not possess his level of emotional control during potentially embarrassing situations. At his gentle touch on her cheek, no matter how innocent it may have seemed, was enough to almost make her heart stop dead in her chest, where it hung there, floating for a moment, before it finally managed to restart again, but its flutters were much weaker now, much, much weaker. "Ehhhhh . . . uhhh" she stuttered a little, not quite sure what to say or feel at that moment in time, frantically, her mind grasped about trying to find someway to distracting itself from its current frame of mind. "W-w-w-w-what I mean" she flustered, then she paused, her mind a mixture of confused and thoughtful. "Oh it would be easier if I just showed you" she admitted. Reaching into one of the voluminous sleeves of her robes and fumbling about for a minute, she eventually pulled out a deck of cards. Drawing the first one of the top and momentarily glancing at it, she held it up, image facing him so he could clearly see it. "Pray tell me, what do you see?" she asked, indicating the image of the card with a small, pale finger. (OOC Note: Click for the Card -> THE CARD!)
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Post by Akio Nyuhara on Jan 30, 2010 11:35:47 GMT -5
"That's quite the strange card. I see an angel, but not just any angel, an angel ruler." Akio looked back at her eyes. "What am I supposed to see?" It was a stupid question on his part, yes, but he honostly didn't know what the question was for. He thought it may be some form of ritualistic question, something that has a purpose only a priestess could understand.
The person he was talking too seemed to blush quite a bit. Akio had no idea why. He didn't really see any call for embarassment. Then again, he lacked the ability to understand female psychology.
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Post by Mizuki Kiyoura on Jan 30, 2010 13:51:31 GMT -5
Mizuki sighed, rotating the card so now that she cold see the image, or not in her case. Now holding the card in front of her in both hands, she could still see all she had ever seen, a blank, white space, nothing was there for her, no image, no angel ruler, zip, zilch, zero, de nada, nothing!
She made an odd snorting sound, almost like a sad laugh
"Maybe ... but where you see an resplendent angel ... all I can see is blankness" she said with a distinct note of melancholy, ironic melancholy to say the least.
"I thought I was mad, being show these cards and listening to people dote over the 'colorful' pictures, and having to agree with them, despite never, ever knowing what I was looking at except for-"
She made a motion with her hand, scooping some air out of space around her, then opening her palm setting it 'free' again so to speak.
"-nothing" she concluded sadly "Perhaps that is why I am so ... sensitive, so to speak, people's eyes are clouded by the illusion that an image can portray ... I seem to be except from that universal rule, but at a price ... that is my curse. That is why I asked you to describe them to me."
Mizu touched her cheek gently, then removed her hand, a single tear glistened on her fore-finger. She made a small flicking motion, flicking the droplet of sadness off into the night, repressing her emotions for another time, this was not the time to cry.
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Post by Akio Nyuhara on Jan 31, 2010 0:56:37 GMT -5
"Blankness? It could be a form of temporary blindness...I don't know enough about that illness to really help." Akio put his arms around her when she began to cry. It was in a comforting way, though, not an affectionate one. "Don't contain your emotions. It takes too much training to be able to do that without causing serious damage to your mind. If you want advice, I have little to give." Akio then whispered into her ear, "Perhaps you were chosen for a different role." He didn't want anyone to hear him, which is why he kept such a low tone. "You have the ability to duel to the extreme. You see cards not for their artwork, but for their usefulness. It's a gift, not a curse."
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Post by Mizuki Kiyoura on Jan 31, 2010 6:19:54 GMT -5
Mizuki gave a small, callous laugh. The tears on her cheeks were cold and hard. Small comfort did his embrace provide if that, her face was stony and expressionless.
"A different role" she murmured, the statement trying to sink itself into her skull like a brick in a mud pit.
"A different role ... aye, wouldn't that just make me ... resplendent!" her tone was self-mocking, each word chew over half-a-dozen times or so before being emotionally spat out of her mouth.
Mizu head drooped a little. The realization of that 'difference' seemed to unleash within her a continual tide of emotional ... crap, which had been sealed away for so, so, so long.
"A 'Gift' you call it, and yet it does not help. Then help me: What role can one who duels to an 'extreme' play? what difference can they make? Aye sure, they can win, but what does victory bring? Nothing!, nothing for me at all but the pain and suffering of my few and rare Opponents and those caught in the crossfire, and destruction and obliteration of Everything around me. Then is that my different role? One of whom has spent ones life devoted to helping and healing, now a Destroyer!? IS THAT IT!" She was on her feet now, hot, rabid flames of anger coursing through her veins. Her stare and her tone were accusing, yet at the same time there was confusion, sadness, perhaps the tiniest hint of the utmost need for something more.
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Post by Akio Nyuhara on Jan 31, 2010 11:02:57 GMT -5
Akio stood up as well. "You don't want to yell at me." He said, staring at her. "But I suppose me being a vent is one of my roles." His eyes met hers. "Different isn't a bad thing. Nor is destruction. There is no bad or good in this world, I'm afraid. Only idiotic and smart people with the tools of destruction and rebirth. Given to an idiot, being reborn can be a long and terrible process. Given to a smart man, destruction can lead to a eutopia." Akio didn't put his arms around her this time. Now she needed to vent.
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