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)