Eleventh Ink Drop [Accidental Voice]

[chiisaichou]

[After hearing about Vash's death - Miyabi slammed her journal shut and threw it as far and hard as she could before she actually heard him die - the little Poncle tried her hardest to take her mind of things. But it was hard to really do anything with her state of mind. So, she's currently standing on the highest possible branch of Ammy's tree. It

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[That sounds like someone's... Crying?

Yes, it does. Akira is torn between intruding or not, he doesn't want to intrude but... She's crying, he can't ignore that either, can he?]

Miss?

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[chiisaichou]

[Intrude away, Miyabi needs someone to take her mind off the death of her friend. The pain was intense, and she wasn't prepared for something like this. The voice comes as a bit of a surprise, but she doesn't show any emotion as to said surprise.]

Hello...

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Miss... Can I help you?

[She did sound in pain, he wants to help, but without knowing the cause he isn't even sure what to say.]

My name's Akira Ijyuin, if there's anything I could do for you I would be happy to help.

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[chiisaichou]

[No one could really help right now. Miyabi knew this, and only half-accepted it. It would be painful, but she'd have to live with the pain until she beat it out of herself and cheered up somehow.]

I-I--...I'm Miyabi. [She sniffles, and wipes her face, though the tears don't stop that easily.] I'm sorry, I...was just thinking. Don't worry. It's fine. I'm fine.

It's a p-pleasure to...m-meet you~

[She's trying, she really is.]

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I won't worry if you don't want me to, but you don't have to feign if you don't want to.

It's okay to be sad and cry. But I would like to try ease whatever pain you have Miyabi-san.

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[chiisaichou]

[Bah, looks like she was found out. Miyabi drops her smile with little effort on her part and bows her head a little. It was much easier being an emotional wreck than forcing herself to act happy. Sorry, Vash.]

I-I...It's just that, well--[She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart begin to pound painfully in her chest.] M-My...friend. He-He's... My friend--

...He died. [And she chokes a little bit before starting to blubber all over again. Oops.]

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[Oh. Well, he guessed it was serious for her but didn't expect it to be so serious. He will be silent for a bit, letting her cry.]

That's horrible. It's definitively okay to cry in this situation... Are you angry too?

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[chiisaichou]

[She sniffles, and tries to compose herself. No moping! Moping doesn't solve anything! The question does, however, have her go a bit quiet. Her eyes lid and for a moment she looks...empty. Almost eerily so. It's such a stark contrast from her bubbly, cheery, sunny self.]

Yes...Though I hate to admit it, I'm a little angry.

[Actually, she was just realizing how angry she really was. That may not have been an ideal question to ask. Miyabi's not stupid enough to go searching out trouble on her own, but she does hate the person who took Vash's life and most likely will continue to do so for a good long while. Sorry, Vash.]

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[Unfortunately all Akira knows is that someone died, he knows nothing about that person being murdered. Had she known he wouldn't have asked that.]

Well... That's natural too. Was it recent?

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[chiisaichou]

[Murder isn't exactly something this little painter wants to talk about. She's still a little edgy talking about her friend's death, to be honest. The subject was still incredibly painful.]

Yes, i-it happened just a few d-days ago, actually...

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I see, I'm sorry...

I would say I know what you're going through but that wouldn't be correct, the only lose I have ever had happened when I was very young. I'm afraid I can't give you any advice or comfort, other than you should just let yourself go and cry or yell as much as you want. Once you feel satisfied with that, maybe then you will be able to move on...

[That's kinda the advice he gave Utako, however a broken heart due love and a broken heart due death are two different things.]

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[chiisaichou]

I-It's all right. You needn't a-apologize...

[His suggestion, however, does make Miyabi laugh softly. All her anger, frustration, sadness...it would be best to perhaps just let it all out somehow. Perhaps some sword practice, if Sumomo would allow it. Her brushsword had been feeling oddly heavy when she tried to use a few skills to vent her rage, and many of the skills backfired - more than usual.]

I think that's a good idea, but I feel..a little bit better. If I can find a brush, I'll perhaps paint a little. I was intending to do that, but forgot mine before I...ah--[Started crying her eyes out, to be blunt.] Th-hank you again for your concern.

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[Oh? Forgotten brush? That's something he can help with!]

If you want to paint then, I'll get a brush and paints for you and bring them where you are!

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[chiisaichou]

[Orly? Well, you're welcome to try, but finding a brush for a girl 3/4 of an inch tall, may be a little difficult. Miyabi smiles and laughs merrily at his generosity regardless.]

You're very kind, friend, but you don't have to. You might not find a brush my size here, unless you look very hard.

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... A brush of your size? What size would the brush have to be?

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[She laughs a little bit and pushes back some of her bangs, smirking.]

Ah, it'd have to be rather smaller than what you're used to...

[No, she is not going to tell you how small she is. In her book, Miyabi is just as big as the rest of the people here and may the gods have mercy on your soul if you say otherwise.]