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Post by MIRACH DIA on Jun 28, 2013 16:32:32 GMT -8
“Ah, well you should have thought about that before he was shot, don’t you think?” Mirach paused for a moment, her gaze drawn by a flicker of movement ahead; there was a gorgeous, expansive fountain at the center of the plaza. The clear water glistened like crystals bathed in sheaths of light. It was a ridiculously detailed construction, with stone-like walls that contained the water, and planted, jungle and forest colored flora furling up and over the sides. Lily pads the size of her hand bobbed along the surface. At this late hour, with fewer lights and no people milling around to disturb the peace and quiet, Mirach could hear the water rippling as shapes glided below the surface. She stepped closer, the voice in her ear fading a bit, her thumb drifting toward the power button on her phone. If she turned it off, the corresponding earpiece would go silent as well.
“…place some pressure on it until I get there," she finally said. "If the pain doesn’t teach him a lesson, then dying will if I don’t make it in time. Have a nice night.” She jammed her thumb against the button, stowing the phone back in a trench coat pocket and stepping closer to the fountain’s edge. The woman lowered her satchel bag to the floor next to her feet and folded her arms over her chest; it hadn’t been too long since she left the crybaby and his babysitter upstairs—ah, sorry, the patient and his benefactor, a thought chuckled—and she found herself still in the building, no longer trailed by escorts. If she were honest with herself, Mirach should have left by now. There was never usually a reason to stay behind after committing to a job, but for some reason, she found herself pausing at the foot of this fountain. Below its serene surface, dozens of multicolored koi danced under lily pads. Orange, white, cream, yellow, splotches of blue scales and bodies that were peppered black—there were just so many fish, all of them sifting effortlessly through the water.
But she supposed, while attractive in their own right, the koi and the flora were really there to complement the decorative statue at the center of this fancy pond. Mirach snorted, staring down the cold, stone eyes of a sculpted, serpentine dragon standing regally at the center. Its handsome face was twisted into a threatening snarl, its mane permanently carved into a bristled state; each and every scale on its body, while made of stone, seemed to have been cut with tender loving care. The body alone was long enough to stretch the expanse of the koi pond; the dragon’s lithe tail was slung over the opposite wall, each leg planted squarely in the pond itself. The detail of the teeth, the ferocity in the eyes and the furrowed brow—she smiled. It was an intoxicating piece of art, humored by her mask and her reflection in the crystal clear waters below its feet.
“I need to get me one of those,” she commented absently, amused.
Time Stamp: May 10th, 1:00a.m-ish
Notes: And let the reign of trauma begin. Added a koi pond thing to the building. If that’s not okay I can take it out, just let me know lol.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 2, 2013 19:28:52 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia. time: May 10th, 1AM-ish. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Jun Shi needed a walk to cool his head. Snapping Lucien’s fingers had been satisfying, but unfortunately not enough when he was forced to leave much too early. A bit more damage would’ve sated him temporarily, maybe all the fingers on one hand or both. Hell, if he’d been allowed to get down to his ribs, it would’ve been fine for a few days. He would have been still angry about that fan, but just a temporary appeasement would’ve gotten him off his twin brother’s case. Of course, he couldn’t have that, and he’d been forced to leave and as far as he’d heard from the guards, some black market surgeon had been called in last minute.
Stupid. It was all so stupid, and Kun Shui was growing impossibly soft. It wasn’t like he didn’t love his brother, because of course he did, but he was bending to rules that should’ve been set long ago. Lucien was a prisoner, and a useless one at that, now that it was obvious his father wasn’t coming to get him. Kun Shui was either not getting the fact, or he’d grown to pit him, neither of which were favourable.
A walk hadn’t done much to help, unfortunately. Various curses and elaborate planning of much unhappiness were still brewing in his head when he came back into the plaza, a grim scowl still on his face. The night air was cool and a glance at his watch told him it was roughly one in the morning, but he had nothing to do the next day, and so it wouldn’t stop him from doing another lap around if he wanted to.
Striding into the plaza, he was immediately met with the calming trickle of water that came from the elaborate fountain in the middle. It was a monumental piece, built in signal that there was supposed to be someone important here. Of course, the important one happened to be his brother; the future dragon head of a triad. Koi ponds signaled luck, and the fauna was supposed to bring prosperity. Still, to Jun Shi, superstition was superstition and he wouldn’t believe it until he saw it.
As he strode by, he glanced a figure standing at the other side. She, because it seemed to definitely be a she, wore an odd mask and cowl that reminded him of old plague doctors. A long trench coat stretched to the ground, sweeping the clean cobblestones behind her. He regarded her curiously for a couple of moments as he went by without pause. Strange; who was she? Likely the doctor, though choice was questionable.
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Jul 4, 2013 6:22:01 GMT -8
Mirach was transfixed; she stood there watching the koi fish and their guardian dragon longer than she should have, and as a result, failed to notice Jun Shi in the beginning. It must have been a minor movement—a passing shadow out of the corner of her eye—that finally hooked her attention. Her gaze shifted, her hand instinctively snaking into the pocket where she kept the Faux Caduceus. Mirach rarely relied on the thing. It simply wasn’t like a Dia to let their guard so entirely down that a stranger could sneak up on them and make an artifact a necessity. Her fingers wrapped around the tiny crimson jewel and the chain attached to it, but after a few seconds, she relaxed her grip.
Her brow furrowed and a quizzical glint entered her eye. It was Kun Shui. What was he doing down here? Didn’t he have a baby to coddle upstairs? How had he—Mirach nixed the thought before it had time to finish. She hid her spark of indignant surprise behind another quip, cooling her temper in less than a heartbeat. She was good at that, rerouting her emotions and thoughts to hide a momentary weakness. In fact, it was difficult to keep the smile out of her voice. “If that Red-Headed Rapunzel requires further medical attention after I specifically told him, not ten minutes ago, to avoid exerting himself, I’m tempted to let him wallow in his pain and take away what happy pills I did give him. That broken finger will be the least of his problems at this rate.” In the process of saying this, she had glanced back into the crystal clear waters of the fountain. Now she looked at him again, more closely than before.
Mirach’s smile faded a bit. “You’re not Kun Shui, are you?” No. Definitely not, she decided. This one held himself differently. Something about the eyes too—the eyes weren’t the same. There just wasn’t the same look or rather, soul, hidden there. Now she was even more amused. Mr. Personality upstairs had a twin. An identical twin. It was interesting too—the big bad boss didn’t have his brother involved with this affair at all. Why? Normally, based on her experience and the standard policy of these things, an organization like this one involved the immediate family members. In fact, the closest person to the boss would be expected to execute the orders, actually; they would make the calls, they would handle affairs like hers that the boss couldn’t waste time with. Mirach imagined that twins would be especially close, given the nature of the business itself. Perhaps she was wrong. There were many circumstances under which vast criminal empires crumbled because of family dynamics too—and so maybe there were cracks here, hidden below the surface. Her eyes flashed.
Or maybe he had done something. Maybe he wasn’t allowed to partake in this particular issue. Interesting—why?
“Ah. I’m sorry,” she said after a minute. “I was just upstairs; I mistook you for someone else. They called me in to repair a broken finger.” She chuckled. “Their words, not mine. Shattered, I think, is a better description. It was…amusing.” Said no doctor, ever. Then again, she wasn’t any old doctor. “Heh. Call me Asclepius. And you are?”
Time Stamp: May 10th, 1:00a.m-ish
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 4, 2013 20:53:45 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia. time: May 10th, 1AM-ish. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. He just barely noticed the woman as he strode past, having little interest in the fountain. He’d already investigated it thoroughly the day he moved in, and though it was beautiful and elegant and all that stuff that so many people liked, it failed to completely fascinate him. Feeding the fish when he needed to calm the hell down did help just a little though, and he wouldn’t have minded doing it if the woman hadn’t been standing there.
He wasn’t expecting to be spoken to at all, and he brushed past when she did speak to him. At least he was fully aware that she was a woman now, and he paused where he was. Finally taking the time to look, he found that not much detail could be made out. She was wearing a mask and a long trench coat, which didn’t give him much of a starting point. Then again, if sketchy women in trench coats and old-timey masks wanted to hang out around the Crystal Palace at night, then by all means.
Red-Headed Rapunzel. That made him grin, no matter how faint or how snarky it looked. So she was the doctor that his twin brother had called in; a strange choice, and he highly doubted by the way that she spoke that he’d ever bring her back again. Pity, she seemed the sort that he’d immediately find some similarity with. Jun Shi wasn’t usually one to even socialize without an ulterior motive, so that was saying something.
”So you’re the surgeon that was called, hm?” A grin, and then a step closer. ”No, Kun Shui’s my brother. I believe you just met him, and the Red-Headed Rapunzel, upstairs.” Unfortunately, he hadn’t been allowed to be there during the surgery. Rather, he’d been too furious to attempt it. Perhaps he could get a few details out of this woman. How badly had he been wailing? And how much had he cried?
As for the finger, he grinned wider. ”Ah, yes, I’ve heard about that.” Well, caused it, but he wasn’t about to tell her that quite yet. As for her name, it was apparently Asclepius. Apparently. He didn’t believe it. What the hell kind of name was Asclepius, anyways?
Jun Shi stuck a leather gloved hand out. ”Little Phoenix.” Because he might as fucking well.
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Jul 6, 2013 5:05:19 GMT -8
That grin. Heh, well that was unexpected. It was a rare day when somebody else found her twisted sense of humor mildly amusing enough to respond to without an icy glare. Simply gauging that reaction, he definitely was not like his brother. Mirach shifted the tip of her tongue between her teeth, biting back the first amused thought that came to mind as a result: if Kun Shui and his twin were different on this front, then what else was different? What buttons could she push? How would he react? Did she even want to know? Maybe. Possibly. …Yes. It might actually be fun to find out. She grinned and extended her hand to meet his; the unspoken laughter simmering in her eyes.
“Apologies. In my line of work it’s obviously unwise to give an actual name. You’ll have to earn it,” she said impishly, still wearing a smirk, “Little Phoenix.” She could already tell that this was going to be a ridiculously enjoyable conversation for her. Her gaze dropped; Mirach didn’t bother to ask, but she turned their hands so that hers was under his, her tone carrying a subtle note of admiration as she continued speaking. “It was an interesting operation to say the least. It’s not often I’m called in to repair a broken finger, of all things. But then this wasn’t any old broken finger, now was it?" she mused. Mirach kept her gaze locked on his hand before relaxing her grip and sliding her fingers tentatively underneath his; she raised her other hand, tapping her thumb over each spot on his finger where she remembered the fracture sites. “Here, here, and here, primarily. Snapped back and twisted,” she continued, “or so I was told.” She breathed a small laugh. “A stupid understatement. I’ve seen many fractures, many injuries, and there was more…poetry, to this one. Deliberate, raw, poetry. The spider webbing of the bone...each fracture almost shattered to a point of no return, one or two splinters having strayed, like glacier ice that's calved from the mother berg." Mirach rolled her shoulders, but was nonetheless pleased. There could be no better comparison. "It lacked a certain finesse—a finishing touch, say, but it was nonetheless impressive.”
She feigned a sigh, as if unhappy. An obvious lie. Mirach had enjoyed herself too much and her words were dripping with the deviousness of the work she had just completed. “It required so many pins and so much rearranging. Blood everywhere; he was so pale. Pity I couldn't give him pain medication during the procedure. Especially when I had to poke and shift things around. It’s no wonder he cried once or twice, even with that gag in his mouth. The whimpering almost gave me a headache, but it was a good sign he was alive and his pain center functions well.” Her gaze flickered up to meet Jun Shi's, a dangerous edge there, “Ah well. At least he learned something. That will teach him not to snap or twist anything again, don’t you think?” She said.
“Then again, I haven’t had that much fun with a broken bone in a while. I think I would like more challenging cases like it.”
Mirach was a horrible person. She knew it—and she loved it.
Time Stamp: May 10th, 1:00a.m-ish
Notes: Lucien just. Just run. Just run as fast and as far as you can, preferably in the opposite direction of these two horrible people. Lol.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 6, 2013 21:57:54 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia. time: May 10th, 1AM-ish. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Earning a name wasn’t exactly foreign territory to him, though most knew him by Jun Shi back in Hong Kong. It was one thing to be associated with the heir to a multi-billion dollar company, and another to look exactly like him and do less than legal business on the side. Few were just going to believe his name was ‘Little Phoenix’ without at least tripping over a google search or the front page financial news and finding his brother. In America, it was a different story. The Wei family didn’t plan an all-out takeover, so much as they wanted to get their foot in the door and see what was profitable.
As she tapped her fingers over each one of his knuckles, Jun Shi swore he could’ve heard the faint crack of bone and the mildly squishly sound of muscle and flesh giving away. Each and every joint giving away under his fingers as he hummed or whistled softly under Lucien’s shrieking, and then the satisfaction of each one seperating from the cartilage of the other.
On top of that, hearing a surgeon – black market or not – speaking so finely about his work made his chest bristle a tad with pride. Jun Shi’s vanity definitely surpassed his brother’s, and he wasn’t quite about to deny it. Then again, he wasn’t quite about to tell her that he’d done some finger breaking in his free time over a nice gifted fan that was intended for Kun Shui only.
”He cried, huh?” Ah, the big bad red wolf finally came down. He’d broken him in about a year ago, more or less, but it had certainly helped to hear that he’d completely flaked out when the surgery was being done. ”So I’ll assume he was in a lot of pain.” The more, the better.
A little shrug at her last question, drawing his hand back to his side. ”I don’t know, he’s a stubborn little thing. Wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up hurting himself again soon.”
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Jul 8, 2013 6:26:09 GMT -8
“Cried. Blubbered. Whined. Take your pick of synonyms. If he didn’t have a gag in his mouth he probably would have howled,” she said. Laughably, not even the gag had blocked out or muted certain sounds of distress and pain caused by her antics. If only Kun Shui had allowed her to try some electrotherapy. She mentioned the idea to Jun Shi briefly, obviously pleased with herself at the thought, but also told him that it was turned down. Mirach glanced away from Jun Shi for a moment, her gaze resting on the fountain, on the dragon at the center. She tucked her hands into her coat pockets Ah—maybe that was why she found the look in his eye partially fascinating. It reminded her of the dragon—a sense of savagery maybe, that called to her own. She snorted. “Imagine open surgery on bones that mangled without anything reliable to block the transmission of pain. I offered only the bare minimum. Enough to keep him from say, screaming. But he still felt every incision, every bump of my tools against a shard of bone; each muscle must have been in extraordinary pain.”
Mirach paused.
“What I would have given to see his neurotransmitters firing—practically flailing—first hand as they attempted to translate such levels of pain to the brain. And all over one small, broken finger.” Her gaze coyly slid over to meet his. “Imagine if it were much worse.” Mirach laughed. “Pain beguiles most, but it inspires creativity in the human body—new ways to adapt and survive. Ha. Do you know what I have not had the pleasure of operating on yet? A broken jaw. Now, that would be fun; though the aftermath for lightweights like the one upstairs might drive some to ruin. Having to sip your meals through a straw…a perpetrator would not only inflict a massive amount of physical trauma, but emotional and mental scarring as well. Rapuzel, or people like her, would be reminded of it each and every time they had to drink, to eat. That’s much more serious than a broken finger.” Mirach tilted her head, contentedly watching a koi circle another one in the fountain. “But I would get to play with bigger plates and screws, and there would be more checkups too. In theory, anyway.”
She brought one hand out of her pocket and turned to face Jun Shi again. “It doesn’t matter really; I doubt your brother would let me back if there were any further…accidents, or if that whinebox does need a checkup. He doesn’t quite share my sense of humor. In fact he seems rather protective of that sheep upstairs—which begs the question why. Seems…a tad too soft, actually, for the reputation and history of an organization like this one.” Her gaze flickered with an unknown emotion. “Wouldn’t you say?” she asked tentatively; she was clearly testing the waters.
“Calling out a black market doctor, shitting out a fat stash of cash just to fix one broken finger on such a kitten of a man,” she clicked her tongue. “Made all the more soft by the urgency of the affair. Could have waited to take him to an actual doctor. But he needed something immediate…something that required my illegal attention. That’s a statement in and of itself. You’d think though, if he were that important around here…you too, would be mildly upset that I keep insulting him.”
The implication being—Jun Shi was not. In fact, she could swear he was almost amused by it before.
Time Stamp: May 10th, 1:00a.m-ish
Notes: Mirach you are deliberately goading things between people. Staaaaahp.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 10, 2013 12:58:11 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia. time: May 10th, 1AM-ish. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. Electrotherapy… Now that sounded like something he’d like to dip his finger in. Perhaps try it out, or try it out on some unfortunate that he happened to come across, though likely the latter. He had to admit that there was a hint of a masochistic side in there somewhere, but most of all, he liked seeing helpless little things squirm. No wonder his mother constantly claimed that he was a hellchild when he was younger. Little Rapunzel, as he’d soon found a liking to the nickname, was just the next squirmy thing that he found he liked to poke at.
”That’s too mad; you’ll get a chance to try it out, though.” And knowing what little he did about the woman, he wouldn’t put it past her to find a victim sooner rather than later. She appealed to him as that sort, anyways; a female counterpart, to some degree. She was a rare find, there was little doubt about that.
As for the broken jaw… Now that would’ve been a good idea, would it? He wasn’t sure if he had the arm strength to break Lucien’s jaw without some leverage, but maybe the corner of a desk would help, or a bedpost… Something along those lines, something with a blunt edge. Jun Shi felt a faint shiver run up his spine at the thought, making his skin prickle under his sleeves.
”Knowing him, you’ll never set foot on the grounds again if he could help it.” And there were ways to monitor the ground, with plenty of guards that had rather decent paycheques to back it up. He’d never let the woman near the Crystal Palace again, and that was quite a pity. It was rare that he found someone who quite shared his sense of humour, let alone his… More morbid curiousities and fascinations.
As for her question, he gave a little shrug of his shoulders, putting both his own hands in his pockets. That little smile crept up on his face once more, knowing a little too much mischief for anybody in the building to feel like sleeping that night. Kun Shui had his reason for keeping Lucien around, but whatever they were, the younger twin definitely didn’t approve.
”What my brother does is his business and what I think of it is my own.” There were a lot of things he would’ve done differently if he were in Kun Shui’s shoes, but that was something else entirely. He hated Lucien for what little he was worth, and he couldn’t wait to get rid of him, only that seemed to be impossible now that Kun Shui had grown so attached. ”I don’t think much of Lucien; he’s more of a… pet, you would say. A pet of the household.” A pet or a prisoner, it didn’t matter to him; they were both the same.
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Jul 12, 2013 11:20:09 GMT -8
“This is fun,” Mirach said, fighting a laugh. The breath that left her a second later when she pointed an accusing finger at him was a hint of that. She simply couldn’t keep it out of her voice, and she definitely couldn’t hide how her gaze lit up, her enthusiasm like electricity, shocking its way to the surface. “Ooh, you,” she said, smirking. “He’s not really your pet, who are you kidding; he’s your punching bag, your toy. He’s a meek little lamb in a den of wolves, of course you’re going to chew him up and spit him out.” Mirach chuckled. “You broke his finger, didn’t you? You’re the reason he’s blubbering upstairs.” She gestured at Jun Shi, stepping around him, that note of amusement still in her voice. “Look at you. I compliment some handy-dandy bone breaking work and you puff up like a proud rooster. That’s not the normal reaction. You’re practically smirking with pride.” She paused and stepped closer, behind him now. Her voice dropped a tad, but not too much.
“I recognize that look.” Something flashed in her eyes. “You sir, are guilty of inhumanity to your fellow man. What do you have to say for yourself?” She laughed under her breath. “Other than you’d do it again if you could,” she added, “just to see him break.” Mirach was having so much fun now. She would know a kindred spirit when she saw one—was actually enthralled by the prospect that she had finally found someone that shared her toxic humor. The woman pulled away from him for a second, granting him space again. The drawl was back in her voice though, the admiration still heavy.
“I like you. I like you a lot. Your brother ruined your fun I bet. He found out somehow, didn’t he? Or did you tell him you did it? Or maybe the sheep snitched. Either way, you’re probably not allowed in the same room with his little lamb, huh? Not anymore. Question…what would you do to him if you could?”
A grim question—but her curiosity was insatiable, and she was highly entertained.
Time Stamp: May 10th, 1:00a.m-ish
Notes: Lol Mirach.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jul 19, 2013 15:37:48 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia. time: May 10th, 1AM-ish. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. There was a likeness that he couldn’t deny when it came to the woman; a sort of smiliarity that he could’ve found borderline concerting if he wasn’t the sort of person that he was. Even when she wagged her finger at him, he grinned and made a playful grab, though she did draw it back before he could actually catch her. Asclepius, as she so liked to be called, seemed to have it down pat. Not bad for a woman he’d met several minutes ago, and someone he’d never even seen the face of. He was curious about that, but as she spoke, his alarms began to go off.
Growing up in a triad family made a person cautious of the things around him. For one, he never let anybody get behind him. That was rule number one; once something potentially dangerous got behind you, then you were screwed. The twins always walked up the stairs behind everybody else for that reason, back in Hong Kong, whenever they went to those fancy parties with strangers. Never let your guard down, and never let someone into your blind spot.
His shoulders tensed as she stepped closer, his lips pressing into a tight line as he kept an eye on her over his shoulder. The grin returned when she asked what he had to say for himself, however. What did he have to say? ”Well, there’s that. I don’t regret a thing. Would that be good enough?” How about going in and rebreaking those fingers? That would be nice as well, and he’d never use them again.
”It’s unfortunate; my brother was supposed to be away for the whole evening on business. He came home early, as my luck would have it, and the lamb was snapped out right from under me.” As for what he would have done… Well, that was an entirely different story alltogether.
”Ah, unfortunately, I don’t have such a thorough knowledge of anatomy as you may, Ms. Doctor. You’ll have to excuse me a little.” His tone had gone smooth, almost quiet, that little glint in his eyes returning.
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Jul 30, 2013 1:08:19 GMT -8
She snorted. “Ha! Funny. No sir, I am not excusing you. As if medical knowledge or the lack thereof would stop you from having fun,” Mirach said lightly. She took a seat at the edge of the fountain, leaning forward, one hand lifting, cradling the front of her mask; as she raised her other hand and reached under her hood to unfasten the mask at the back, she found herself smiling. “So you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Well.” Mirach’s smile grew into a smirk as she pulled her mask away, keeping her head tilted down as she set it off to the side. “Caught you breaking the cookie jar, more like. And now, because of what you’ve done, Rapunzel must be locked away in your brother’s mighty tower, forever out of reach, constantly coddled, eternally guarded.” She paused, thinking.
“That sounds like a challenge to me,” she said. Mirach pulled the cloth away from her face, a jolt racing down her spine. “To hell with it, that sounds like fun,” she finished, breathing out a laugh. “The scare alone, the look on his face might be worth it.” Her shoulders shook with silent laughter for a moment. “Your brother won’t like it. The way he glared at me each time I made his princess cry or whimper. But it was worth it. The expression on his face, the little noises he made. He’s so fragile. It’s actually amusing.” She knew she should not undertake this pet project. She knew she shouldn’t and yet—Mirach laced her fingers together, folding her hands and tapping her thumbs together enthusiastically. “I believe we should start over, before we continue this subject any further. My name is Mirach, and maybe you don’t have the medical expertise, but I do. And let’s be honest. We’re both going to keep doing what we’re doing.”
She glanced away for a moment, her grin widening. “Would you like to accompany me for the rest of the night? I believe you and I need to discuss a few things. You might find certain vulnerabilities in the human body rather fascinating, hell, you might even be able to test run a few suggestions for me." Mirach stood up from her place by the fountain and walked over to him, an enthusiastic glint in her eyes. "C’mon," she teased. "What fun could you possible have in this place right now anyway?" The woman lowered her voice, stepping closer, crossing her arms over her chest. "Think about it," she added, "it would also be good practice."
Time Stamp: May 10th, 1:00a.m-ish
Notes: Mirach’s Guide to Dating 101: 1) Give Fake Name. 2) Insult Acquaintances of Love Interest. 3)Humor Sadistic Tendencies of Love Interest. 4) Talk Torture. 5) Give Real Name. 6) Propose Date. 7) Teach Love Interest Vulnerabilities in the Human Body. 8) Hurt All The Things. 9) Make Lucien Cry and Cathal Feel Awful. 10) Congratulations, steps complete. You are 9001% attracted to love interest. You are now pronounced Satan boyfriend and Hellspawn girlfriend. You may proceed with your plans for world domination, mass murder and kicking puppies.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Aug 15, 2013 11:40:47 GMT -8
tagged: Mirach Dia. time: May 10th, 1AM-ish. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -. "I'd argue that less knowledge would be a lot more fun when dealing with these matters." After all, he sort of liked the mystery behind it, like reading a good book. He didn't know if those fingers would be attached to important nerves or not, or if he'd broken them completely. Still, he'd find out soon enough the extent of his damage. The woman would tell him, or Kun Shui would storm in and do so himself one day or another, it'd just take a little longer. He preferred to know, like reading any good mystery book, who did it in a rather timely manner.
"He didn't used to be so fragile, you know." Hell, two years ago, he would've been considered a whirlwind until Jun Shi smacked him into place. It had taken a good amount of time and some very firm lessons to finally break him down all neat and proper, and to some extent, it had been worth it. Kun Shui didn't even know him from before, except that single dinner they'd had while figuring out business dealings. Oh, how uneventful that dinner had been, and it was boiling down to a completely ignorant brother and a lamb of an ex-heir. Not bad, for a single game spanning two years.
"Really? I wasn't there to see it, unfortunately." Though he would've paid a very decent sum for a front seat ticket. Poor thing must've been shrieking, and if he'd stayed in the apartment, he likely would've heard it from downstairs or, hell, even the lower floor. He'd gone for a walk hoping to cool his head, and perhaps meeting the woman, Mirach now, wasn't so bad in exchange. Without the mask, he would've almos called her pretty.
"Mirach, huh?" What an odd name, though he supposed it was no odder than the first she'd given him. "Not a bad name, I'd say... My name's Jun Shi." And whether he be called that or Little Phoenix, he really didn't care.
As for her offer... He seemed to grow pensive about it, brows furrowing in thought as she stepped up to him. "What a tempting offer, from such a fine lady..." Laying it on thick, to say the least. The situation wasn't seperated from it, after all. "I think I'd gladly accept, if you could show me a thing or two."
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Post by MIRACH DIA on Sept 4, 2013 5:10:04 GMT -8
Jun Shi, huh? And how about that. He actually offered his real name in return for her own--a gesture she hadn't fully expected, not yet anyway. A solemn quality glassed over her eyes, dulling the vibrant red brown color in them as she realized there weren't very many people outside of her coworkers that even bothered to know her real name or return the favor. Not that it was a lonely feeling that consumed her in that moment, as she gauged his reaction. More like an unexpected realization, a flat fact that she couldn't argue with: Mirach had absolutely no one she could say shared or understood her...eccentricities. People could humor her easily enough--Mirach had bumped into one too many of them in her line of work, always unwilling to admit that they trusted her about as much as they trusted a venomous snake not to bite when it was within striking range. Humoring her was their way of avoiding that bite, hoping she wouldn't notice them any more than anybody else. But she did. She always noticed. Mirach knew how to read into lies and decipher manipulative behaviors quite well--mostly because she thrived on both--but that didn't change anything. There weren't many people out there that wanted to indulge her personal, morally ambiguous, demons. But Jun Shi was different, at least she felt it. An energy crackled between them, some kind of...spark of familiarity. Sure, he humored her, the same as the others, but his actions and attitude mirrored that humor, sealed it with a finite truth: that they might just mesh well together.
And it was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.
Suddenly her zeal was back, her grin close behind. "A trick or two, yes, or three. Or four. Whatever you like, Little Phoenix. I have hours to burn and nowhere to be. But do you?" She let that question hang purposely, poking a finger to his chest accusingly and wearing a smile, a sliver of mischief in her eye before she slowly pulled away. Her hand not-so-subtly ghosted down his chest before it too, fell away. "Let's go then. Before your brother realizes I'm still here. I'd hate for him to look at me that way again. Momma always said: keep making that face and it'll get stuck that way. Heaven forbid if your brother is cursed with a perpetual death glare for the rest of his life because he keeps seeing me around the place." She walked over to the fountain, picked up her satchel and slung it over her shoulder again before peering back at him. "Coming?" she asked, a teasing edge still in her tone. Not that she needed to ask at all.
Time Stamp: May 10th
Notes: Well I think this thread is close to an end, if not already there. xD The introductions are over anyway and they can proceed to torment every poor, defenseless creature in their path. I need more threads between these two though because Mirach is too much fun around him. xD
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