Eighth Ink Drop [Written | Action]

[chiisaichou]

[WRITTEN.]

To anyone worrying,

I have returned, and I am unharmed and well. I even have Sumomo back, too~! I'm very sorry for troubling you all... Thank you very much for your concern. ♥

I'm going out to the forest for a little bit, though~ Please, don't look for me!!

- Miyabi

[ACTION.]

Miyabi scribbles the quick and totally not suspicious at

Comments

[count_gardios]

Good luck! Don't get hurt!

[chiisaichou]

[THANKS FOR BREAKING HER CONCENTRATION, GUY. She almost had it that time! But now, she just jumps a little when she hears the sudden voice, and the ink bursts again, dumping a heap of snow on top of the little poncle. Miya squeaks and wriggles, trying to get out of the icy powder.]

Aahh...Wh-Who interrupted me!?

[amber_arcangel]

[Have a mini!Kohaku watching this from a safe distance. It may not be night, but she has learned to save her energy...]

[chiisaichou]

[See Miyabi. See Miyabi fail. Fail, Miyabi, fail! She repeats the drawing of ink from the snowbank, and repeats dodging ice shards and heaps of snow being flung at her. The air is filled with squeaks and cries of shock, then a few frustrated growls and huffs.

She hasn't recognized your presence just yet, Kohaku.]

Come on, come on! I have to get it right for tomorrow!

[amber_arcangel]

[Kohaku doesn't know if she should interrupt someone who's concentrating so hard...because with all that flying ice, it's possible Kohaku might get hurt, and that'd be baaaad!

So, to be nice, she will be waiting 'till it's safe..]

[chiisaichou]

[You may be waiting for a while, Kohaku. This painter is just as stubborn as an ox - which is, ironically, the god who rules over the Skill she was trying to master. You're better off approaching her before she begins to paint again. ...Kind of like now. She's taking a quick breather after dodging all that ice and snow.]

Nyeh...Gotta keep going! It won't work at all if I can't at least make a block of ice!

[oda_hates_me]

[don't ask how, but stalker!Sanji is watching you, Miyabi.

He really wants to flail and greet her now that she's back, but he read that note. He'll just watch from a safe distance and be wowed by those attacks, muttering praise under his breath the entire time.]

Aaah~! Miyabi-chan is amazing!

[chiisaichou]

[Oh my god,Sanji, you creeper, get out. Miyabi paints again, then squeaks as a mound of snow almost crushes her flat. This...is not how Blizzard is supposed to work, sob. But she's as stubborn as the ox god that reigns over this particular skill. And Miya has a particular reason to want to master this skill at least a little bit.

It's only when little spears of ice almost skewer her completely does she really get frustrated. Doesn't mean she's going to stop, though, just taking a break for a nice tantrum.]

BAH!! IF THIS KEEPS GOING, I'LL NEVER MASTER BLIZZARD BY TOMORROW NIGHT!

[No, she has not spotted you yet, Sanji.]

[oda_hates_me]

[daww, poor Miyabi. Sanji really wishes he could assist her in some way, but he barely understands what she's doing or how she can even manage to make brush strokes appear in the air]

Blizzard...? [she's trying to create a blizzard?]

[chiisaichou]

[What do you take her for, Sanji? :| Miyabi is no delinquent. She holds up her sword once again, staring as even when she moves her brush, nothing happens. ...Crud, out of ink. She's going to have to wait a few minutes before she can start again.

So, Miyabi busies herself with cutting up the ice shards with the bladed part of her sword, trying to clear the area. She does, however, perk once when she hears something.]

Eh?