Clad in her shinigami uniform, the vice captain's badge once more affixed to her upper left arm, Momo sat on her bed as she waited for the star-crossed girl to arrive. She'd already taken a sheet and ripped it into strips, knowing she would need one when she was done healing the girl. If the girl was infected with the zombie syndrome and was incapable of controlling it, perhaps she would decline the shinigami's healing once she knew the effects it had on Momo. Normally, Momo wouldn't be so worried about it, but few things prompted a zombie more than fresh blood.
As she waited, Momo took a spare piece of cloth and the remaining water from her dinner to Laevatein's blade. The carbon scoring wasn't coming off, but she would at least clean her own blood (and that of the undead knight) from the blade.
Shaking any thoughts of rascally redheads from her mind, Alkaid finally turned the corner, keeping her pace at a light jog - it was a decent warmup speed, and one she kept as she arrived in front of the door, jogging in place for a few seconds before knocking firmly on the door.
She didn't want to waste any more of this person's time than she really had to. Especially if they somehow.. knew who she was, or something. Who the hell knew that much about astronomy otherwise?
Hearing the knock on the door, Momo set her cleaning rag aside and rose to answer the door. The blackened and damaged sword was still in her hand, down at her side, when she answered the door.
Finding a red-headed girl around Hokuto's age outside her door, the cast on her arm clearly telling her this was the star-crossed girl, Momo gave her a smile. "You were not exaggerating when you said you'd arrive quickly," Momo said, stepping back to allow the girl entrance. "Welcome."
Alkaid wasn't exactly sure who to expect when she saw the door open. She didn't normally interact with too many ladies here - the Landel's dance floor had a marked history of too many dicks - but she was halfway certain she'd seen this woman before, maybe running down a hallway at night or just sitting around somewhere during dayshift.
She nodded, then dropped her flashlight and bat in her pillowcase, just to have a hand free to do... whatever was required of her. For now, she waved.
"Yep! Arms are shot to hell, but my legs are just fine. Be sure not get too close - I might bite!" She shrugged off the admittedly painful zombitis, then stepped into the room, glancing around. She'd never been in another patient's room before, come to think of it. She was always out and about during nights, after all
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Momo closed the door once the girl was inside and gestured for her to sit at the desk chair.
"Please, have a seat," she replied, walking back to her own bed to set Laevatein down on the bed next to her katana making it a point to keep the girl to her right where she could see her. She had no desire to be caught off-guard if the girl suddenly lunged at her under the influence of her infection. There, she picked up one of the clean scraps of cloth.
"I heal using my reiatsu," Momo explained. "Essentially, I use my own spiritual essence to rebuild the damaged tissues." It didn't surprise her that this girl's abilities were unavailable to her. The limiter affected everyone different, it seemed, yet it still affected them all.
"Gotcha! Name's Alkaid, by the way..." Alkaid looked around a little bit, staring at the sword longingly a little more before taking a seat, as requested, in the desk chair - she was a little weirded out by the prospect of chilling on some other girl's bed so soon after meeting her. A chair was much less homo.
See, Alkaid wasn't normally concerned with appearing gay - people could think whatever they wanted. It was just that the picture that Badou had stuck up on the bulletin had bothered her a little bit, even though she knew he was just trolling her... She hadn't been giving out lesbian vibes this whole time, had she? She just wanted to make extra sure that nothing she did could be misconstrued as lezzin' out.
She shook her head when the other girl answered the question. "Yeah, yeah, but how do you control something like spiritual essence? I mean - I guess I'm asking - is it something that other people could learn to do?" She really wanted to know. Any way Alkaid could help her friends would be a definite boon.
"Ah. Thank you, Alkaid-san. I couldn't remember the order Ursa Major's stars were in, earlier. I am Vice Captain Hinamori Momo," she replied as she crossed back over to the girl. "But Hinamori is just fine."
Kneeling down next to her, she gestured for Alkaid to let her take a closer look at the arm. Yes, it was in a cast, but she was curious about the skin visible next to the cast's edge. She recalled the girl had said this was the same area she'd been bitten by the zombie.
"It is a part of what I am, Alkaid-san," Momo explained. "It is not something humans are normally capable of unless they have an extremely strong spirit, such as an onmyouji. There are some basic exercises one can do on a regular basis to get in tune with their own spirit, but there is a lot of training required to utilize that raw power." And very few had the talent for the demon arts like Momo did.
"Ah, okay. Hinamori, then. I was kinda surprised to see someone else knew what I was talking about," Alkaid replied with a little smile. (Well, someone else besides Mr. Spock. He seemed to know everything.) It was always nice to talk to people about her shared interests, though! "Too bad you can't see any recognizable constellations from this place. The stars're all different. Kinda sucks. Makes me wonder what planet we're even on..." She wished she could see the stars in this little room, so she could point out interesting but utterly alien formations
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"I have spent many years gazing up at the stars and my captain had an extensive library," Momo replied with a small smile as way of explanation. The stars had always been fascinating, one of the things that never seemed to change in the course of the shinigami's long-lived existence.
"I'm going to touch you," Momo warned before she put her fingertips to the rotting flesh, the touch feather soft. It was a shame she couldn't do anything about the infection. It did not seem right for Alkaid to have to endure such a thing, or anyone else for that matter.
A light chuckle came from the diminutive woman at the thought that she was an alien or an angel. "I am no alien, Alkaid-san. I am shinigami."
"Ahhh, I love libraries," Alkaid said, a little too wistfully. "The one here just doesn't cut it, y'know?" Yeah, seriously, what did it have in it, like - two hundred books or something? She could mow through all of them in a month if she wanted to. And if she got a little time to herself. "But, nah, I love the stars. Can just stare attem all night. All day, too, if they were out."
She nodded at Hinamori's warning, and braced herself. She'd tried not to touch the rot on her arm in pats nights, mostly because it was super gross. And so she didn't really know what to expect - she tried to ignore the pain at the gentle touch, but she ended up grimacing anyway. Good thing she was turned away!
It was hard to believe that she was shinigami, though. That was stuff you only found in manga and myth. Which... she didn't really read a lot of, besides war stories and stuff, if that could even be considered myth. "...Oh. Huh. You get a lot of people balking at that, probably."
"There are few people here, especially humans, comfortable knowing a death god is sharing a meal with them... touching them," Momo replied with a glance up at Alkaid. "And so forth. I've found most humans don't believe me, but that's alright. I've gotten used to it
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"Well, just a glance at your powers and they should be convinced, right? I mean, while it's tempting to decorate the past when you're talkin' about it, I don't think any normal person is going to come out and say that they're shinigami, of all things." Alkaid spoke pretty level-headedly, especially since she'd earlier been tempted to brag that she was an actual emperor. Of course, she hadn't been able to follow up on that, but no one would look at her and actually think she was an emperor, right? ...Uh, probably. She didn't know how regal she came off
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"You'd be surprised how much the human mind resists acknowledging things such as me, even when I use kidou." And that was all she was going to say on that matter.
Momo thought Alkaid's plan was a little extreme, the shinigami was more than capable of defending herself against a ravenous human girl, but if this is how Alkaid wanted to handle things...
"Very well, if that is what you wish," Momo replied, joining the girl at the door. "I believe you are stronger than that, but I do not want to trouble you any more than necessary."
The shinigami opened the door and gave Alkaid a small smile. "Let me know when you are ready."
"Huh? Well, I mean, I guess it's a silly idea - walking around with shinigami, or whatever. But if the proof's right there, then I don't see what's stopping 'em from just believing. Human beings are pretty stubborn - sorry." It was stupid to even waste time on trying to prove something wrong if the positive evidence for it was just right there. Alkaid would much rather just move on to the next subject
( ... )
Momo gave a chuckle when Alkaid spoke of the shinigami as a prime piece of meat. It was somewhat amusing to her, more with the way the girl's personality seemed to be, and she simply shook her head a little. It was well enough, this way as Momo did not want to have to use the energy needed to paralyze Alkaid should she attack
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"We'll beet again," Alkaid said finally, her last nasal words before Hinamori's hand glanced across her shoulder, and landed on the cast. She turned to look pointedly into the hallway; she didn't know when the blood was going to start, or if it was going to hurt, or anything.
It was a minute of bracing herself, stiffening up considerably as she smelled the blood that was beginning to drip down from Hinamori's nose, like a fine wine before a good human-thigh steak. Or - ugh, why was it taking so long? Each second was utterly agonizing in regards to her willpower, and Alkaid found her breathing growing a little ragged. She kept telling herself to wait just a little bit longer, and then... the glow faded, and a push sent her forward a couple of steps
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Clad in her shinigami uniform, the vice captain's badge once more affixed to her upper left arm, Momo sat on her bed as she waited for the star-crossed girl to arrive. She'd already taken a sheet and ripped it into strips, knowing she would need one when she was done healing the girl. If the girl was infected with the zombie syndrome and was incapable of controlling it, perhaps she would decline the shinigami's healing once she knew the effects it had on Momo. Normally, Momo wouldn't be so worried about it, but few things prompted a zombie more than fresh blood.
As she waited, Momo took a spare piece of cloth and the remaining water from her dinner to Laevatein's blade. The carbon scoring wasn't coming off, but she would at least clean her own blood (and that of the undead knight) from the blade.
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Shaking any thoughts of rascally redheads from her mind, Alkaid finally turned the corner, keeping her pace at a light jog - it was a decent warmup speed, and one she kept as she arrived in front of the door, jogging in place for a few seconds before knocking firmly on the door.
She didn't want to waste any more of this person's time than she really had to. Especially if they somehow.. knew who she was, or something. Who the hell knew that much about astronomy otherwise?
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Finding a red-headed girl around Hokuto's age outside her door, the cast on her arm clearly telling her this was the star-crossed girl, Momo gave her a smile. "You were not exaggerating when you said you'd arrive quickly," Momo said, stepping back to allow the girl entrance. "Welcome."
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She nodded, then dropped her flashlight and bat in her pillowcase, just to have a hand free to do... whatever was required of her. For now, she waved.
"Yep! Arms are shot to hell, but my legs are just fine. Be sure not get too close - I might bite!" She shrugged off the admittedly painful zombitis, then stepped into the room, glancing around. She'd never been in another patient's room before, come to think of it. She was always out and about during nights, after all ( ... )
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"Please, have a seat," she replied, walking back to her own bed to set Laevatein down on the bed next to her katana making it a point to keep the girl to her right where she could see her. She had no desire to be caught off-guard if the girl suddenly lunged at her under the influence of her infection. There, she picked up one of the clean scraps of cloth.
"I heal using my reiatsu," Momo explained. "Essentially, I use my own spiritual essence to rebuild the damaged tissues." It didn't surprise her that this girl's abilities were unavailable to her. The limiter affected everyone different, it seemed, yet it still affected them all.
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See, Alkaid wasn't normally concerned with appearing gay - people could think whatever they wanted. It was just that the picture that Badou had stuck up on the bulletin had bothered her a little bit, even though she knew he was just trolling her... She hadn't been giving out lesbian vibes this whole time, had she? She just wanted to make extra sure that nothing she did could be misconstrued as lezzin' out.
She shook her head when the other girl answered the question. "Yeah, yeah, but how do you control something like spiritual essence? I mean - I guess I'm asking - is it something that other people could learn to do?" She really wanted to know. Any way Alkaid could help her friends would be a definite boon.
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Kneeling down next to her, she gestured for Alkaid to let her take a closer look at the arm. Yes, it was in a cast, but she was curious about the skin visible next to the cast's edge. She recalled the girl had said this was the same area she'd been bitten by the zombie.
"It is a part of what I am, Alkaid-san," Momo explained. "It is not something humans are normally capable of unless they have an extremely strong spirit, such as an onmyouji. There are some basic exercises one can do on a regular basis to get in tune with their own spirit, but there is a lot of training required to utilize that raw power." And very few had the talent for the demon arts like Momo did.
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"I'm going to touch you," Momo warned before she put her fingertips to the rotting flesh, the touch feather soft. It was a shame she couldn't do anything about the infection. It did not seem right for Alkaid to have to endure such a thing, or anyone else for that matter.
A light chuckle came from the diminutive woman at the thought that she was an alien or an angel. "I am no alien, Alkaid-san. I am shinigami."
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She nodded at Hinamori's warning, and braced herself. She'd tried not to touch the rot on her arm in pats nights, mostly because it was super gross. And so she didn't really know what to expect - she tried to ignore the pain at the gentle touch, but she ended up grimacing anyway. Good thing she was turned away!
It was hard to believe that she was shinigami, though. That was stuff you only found in manga and myth. Which... she didn't really read a lot of, besides war stories and stuff, if that could even be considered myth. "...Oh. Huh. You get a lot of people balking at that, probably."
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Momo thought Alkaid's plan was a little extreme, the shinigami was more than capable of defending herself against a ravenous human girl, but if this is how Alkaid wanted to handle things...
"Very well, if that is what you wish," Momo replied, joining the girl at the door. "I believe you are stronger than that, but I do not want to trouble you any more than necessary."
The shinigami opened the door and gave Alkaid a small smile. "Let me know when you are ready."
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It was a minute of bracing herself, stiffening up considerably as she smelled the blood that was beginning to drip down from Hinamori's nose, like a fine wine before a good human-thigh steak. Or - ugh, why was it taking so long? Each second was utterly agonizing in regards to her willpower, and Alkaid found her breathing growing a little ragged. She kept telling herself to wait just a little bit longer, and then... the glow faded, and a push sent her forward a couple of steps ( ... )
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