^{█{{✰}}██ A trigger it seemed, the shooter soon standing firm with blade held tightly in hand as if in a threatening motion. She would cut down anyone that said otherwise, the others power was recognizable enough to her and even the fact that they had gone as far as to push her down had caused enough issue. The dreamer is strong, is in her place as being one of the strongest and she wouldn’t go as far as to say anything or do anything against her other than offer what she could to be her opponent when she so wished. Perhaps that’s why she’s prepped to go on the offensive already.}

moeuhana:

          ^{—『 ☆ 』 ”The nameless one… could only come for one thing, mm? To assist.”}

^{It was what this flaming maiden had been present for each and every countable time before. The dreamer mockingly lowers her eyelids and bends her arms back, clasping her hands together to pop joints and dislocate them - and falls frontward once the deed has been done, humming intently.}

          ^{It is not unbeknownst to her that this hardened warrior is far from human, though an entity attached to a humanoid just as all dreams are created to be. Understanding washes over her facade - it may not be the most reassuring nod, though it is a sturdy one nonetheless, and MADOTSUKI speaks so that Black Rock can clearly understand each and every syllable that flows forth. Her expression is considered amiable; her following phrases indicating corruption are certainly not.}

          ^{—『 ☆ 』 ”Come closer, then. I cannot assure I will not obliterate you.”}

<sup>█{{✰}}██ And yet, the shooter seemed to have assumed otherwise with heels clicking be the only source of sound from her. A pause, she only had stopped walking because she’s keeping her distance, azure snapped shut almost as if contemplating something. She’s obviously readying herself, given in a small moments time they opened once more. A most unusual flame jetting forward from hue of all things, blue, like her soul and like the one she’s attached to at this point. She’s not human, if anything her thought of her being that is far from it regardless of appearance.

That’s what she wanted, a fight, entertainment, whatever form of enjoyment she can get out of her without knowing exactly how she would produce that. A nonhuman and a dreamer, she’s all but waiting for her to begin given talking is not her strong point. Conversation is nothing she preferred after all, being a novice and speech is worthless at her home, she held no desire to.

All she had to do is wait, for her to move, this is her desire after all from what she’s observed.</sup>

(Source: pugnatori)

^{█{{✰}}██ She wanted entertainment, and yet she would not provide it by much with the unnatural hues silently focused upon this dreaming queen. Isn’t that unfortunately what she’s meant to do on occasion? She realized this awhile ago, treated by one as a source of enjoyment and entertainment by one before this one. To fall back into the role at this point is something she guessed would be necessary. “…” Silent yet watching, hilt clutched between her gloved digits. Fine, she’ll cure her boredom temporarily.}

moeuhana:

          ^{—『 ☆ 』 ”…What a nuisance.”}

          ^{Spindly digits tap rhythmically onto the counter top before she is turning to find a glass so that the strenuous action will not have to be senselessly repeated. Nodding slowly towards Black Rock in signal that it is alright to aid her in breaking the airtight seal, she maintains her apathetic facade, and closes her eyes to prevent strain from the flickering fluorescent light that shadows pale skin.}

^{█{{✰}}██ Rock took the time to twist, hard enough to do something with the cap fortunately upon taking it in hand. Whatever this substance is, certainly it won’t be too bad or so she hoped upon setting it against the counter top she had tapped impatiently on; her own apathy had been evident and staying well within place while a question came about although unvoiced. What is this bottle full of? She couldn’t tell easily with lack of experience.}

moeuhana:

          ^{It might be too obvious she’s been hanging around Urotsuki far too much, because her first response to being unable to open a bottle is, instead of her long winded, poetically negative comments—}

          ^{—『 ☆ 』 ”Fuck. God dammit.”}

^{█{{✰}}██ Cerulean focused in silence, pale digits soon reaching forward to aid if that’s what she wished for with her words and trouble. The shooter is comfortable with that, aiding and holding her silence just for the time being.}

moeuhana:

          ^{There is certainly a strong and wavering aura of danger and overpowering mental decay that surrounds such a trembling and imaginary-like horror child, but her grin is wiped directly off of her blood-stained face when Black Rock comes closer. As if the facade is to be abandoned entirely, the knife is discarded by crumbling into nothing but dust and falling upward into blank, cold air.}

          ^{—『 ☆ 』 ”You. Always throughout my dreams. Is there… something you need.”}

^{Her voice contrasts with her actions. Her steps are hardened and so are the blunt movements of her arms while they drop to her sides, cold gaze of crimson the exact same, but her vocals are soothing and quiet, used to lull others into sleep they do not need, do not want, into destruction.}

          ^{It is dripping in exhaustion and sleep, like honey.}

<sup>█{{✰}}██ Call it more that the shooter was always the type to arrive during such things, to people who need to shoulder their burdens as much as her counterpart had trusted her to keep safe those around her in past before. If Mato would try and assist, then she might as well not just stand there with cold oceanic’s peering towards rustic. The pair were a little similar, ironic in a sense with what dwells deep within the soul of this child of whom began to circle around slowly to watch this dreaming queen.

She wanted a conversation, for now? A thought and notion she would entertain a little as much as she isn’t the best of partners for such a thing. “… I’m use to it… being attacked…” She is apart of a dreamer of sorts soul after all in full form, blue and utterly pure regardless of that corruption she would always restrain back by her own choice to prevent any form of destruction. A reflection of the owner, as much as they were separate people with her own world being nothing except desolate wastes.

Very much like this one it would seem to her, it almost reminded her of certain areas, of Chariot’s world of macaroons and doll houses to be exact.</sup>

moeuhana:

          ^{Success! Madotsuki has now found comfort in the warmth of Black Rock’s palm. It’s not much, but already the treatment she’s received has her approval, and she curls up towards the cushions of the other’s skin to rest in peace; that’s all she ‘s truly asking for at the moment, if only silently.}

          ^{—『 ☆ 』 ”Hello,” is what she utters from below, but she’s so small it sounds more like a sneeze.}

<sup>█{{✰}}██ Her gloved palm must have been comfortable to the pint sized human, barely the size of an inchling or near it from what vague memory she heard mentioned by Ron. She greeted her, does that mean she needs to say something in response? Possibly, it might be rude not to and yet it was more… reluctance on her behalf anyways. “… hi.” She tried, however much it was quiet and soft from her, drenched in monotony at that.

There is of course, one question that weighed upon her grey matter, who is this girl? She never saw her before during her time here.</sup>

moeuhana:

Effect Equipped: Midget

^{A teeny Madotsuki about the size of your palm is trying to hold onto your finger as if it were a plush toy. You have two options; either you can pick her up and coddle her or brush her away. Your choice?}

^{█{{✰}}██ “…” This was unusual, a small human is hanging on her gloved digit like a life line, she didn’t give her too bad of treatment aside from setting the tiny girl upon her open palm. At least she was smart enough to realize this might be a bad idea if she didn’t try to help.}

moeuhana:

          ^{—『 ☆ 』 ”Oh, it seems as if I will never learn how to sleep without dream. I will never have the ability to… sleep, without dream. Where is such a salvation? Nowhere, I suppose. Good evening. Don’t speak to me, please, my ears are ringing as it is. I’m going tone deaf—.}

          ^{—Everyone, stop… speaking. I can hear everyone from this very… spot.”}

^{█{{✰}}██ The irony of such things that she heard was not lost upon this silent warrior, a silent sword and destroyer in one girl that didn’t feel it necessary to bring herself to speak. Her confusion on her surroundings is nothing new given the human world in any case is strange and she supposed that this could count as being far more unusual. After all, the shooter is use to the more unusual circumstances that come of such places. With this aside, why was she going tone deaf? She couldn’t see anyone else nor hear them, at least not at this point of time in any case.}