11-21-2017, 11:07 AM
Watching silently as Marisa got up to go raid the fridge, Mima took a moment to stretch her arms. It was hard work, being a god- even faking it. She was glad she hadn't made it a full time job or anything. There wasn't much time left over for pestering Reimu with the responsibilities included.
Though, at this point, she realized her mistake- she hadn't taken proper credit for all of this wonderful and oh-so charitable volunteer work she had done. Idly she inspected each of the rooms, eventually just going ahead and "borrowing" a brush and ink from Reimu's. She'd put it back, maybe. That acquired, she sat down to work- Sat in the, well, broadest of senses. The spirit was more or less flat on her stomach on the ground as she signed her name on the very corner of the paper doors. Just on the inside. It was small enough it wouldn't be visible until the doors were completely closed, and even then, wasn't really prominent.
She'd keep that setup in mind for a punchline later.
As Marisa re-entered the room, Mima gathered up the ink and brush and set them off on a side table. The witch, for her part, didn't seem to really care about the "what may have legally constituted vandalism to Reimu's shrine" going on here. Instead, she carried a small basket of some kind of citrus fruit in and set it on the table. To be honest Mima was not much of a food connoisseur herself. So while she too sat back down at the table across from the human witch, she just kind of stared at them. And then at the Hakkero slightly to the left of them.
For just a moment, she seemed deeply lost in thought. But to be honest she was wondering if you could use the furnace like a particularly powerful candle to keep a pot of tea warm.
Snapping herself out of that useless trance, she blinked. "...Ugh." This grunt was enough to get Marisa to at least look at her. By now Mima had slumped down against the table herself, resting her head in her arms. "Well, I had been wanting to torment Reimu... But she still isn't home yet." While the spirit didn't sound particularly worried despite all that had gone on between her arrival and now, she did sound mildly annoyed. The tip of her tail seemed to flick a bit, as a cat's would.
"Well, how long has she been gone?" Came Marisa's voice, which made Mima look up, at least. She peeled one of the fruits as she spoke, managing to get a section out and eat it before Mima even had time to respond.
"Hours, now. Gotten herself involved in some incident."
"Incident? What sort of incident?"
There was a brief pause for the rather distinctive sound of the Master Spark being fired in the distance. Both instinctively tensed up a bit, Marisa nearly dropping her orange(?). That had woken her up a bit, huh.
"Hopefully... not that one," was what Mima managed, watching the magician sit up a little straighter as she turned to face that direction and look.
Man, she hoped this wasn't going to end with her being ditched for the... whatevereth time that she was on today.
Though, at this point, she realized her mistake- she hadn't taken proper credit for all of this wonderful and oh-so charitable volunteer work she had done. Idly she inspected each of the rooms, eventually just going ahead and "borrowing" a brush and ink from Reimu's. She'd put it back, maybe. That acquired, she sat down to work- Sat in the, well, broadest of senses. The spirit was more or less flat on her stomach on the ground as she signed her name on the very corner of the paper doors. Just on the inside. It was small enough it wouldn't be visible until the doors were completely closed, and even then, wasn't really prominent.
She'd keep that setup in mind for a punchline later.
As Marisa re-entered the room, Mima gathered up the ink and brush and set them off on a side table. The witch, for her part, didn't seem to really care about the "what may have legally constituted vandalism to Reimu's shrine" going on here. Instead, she carried a small basket of some kind of citrus fruit in and set it on the table. To be honest Mima was not much of a food connoisseur herself. So while she too sat back down at the table across from the human witch, she just kind of stared at them. And then at the Hakkero slightly to the left of them.
For just a moment, she seemed deeply lost in thought. But to be honest she was wondering if you could use the furnace like a particularly powerful candle to keep a pot of tea warm.
Snapping herself out of that useless trance, she blinked. "...Ugh." This grunt was enough to get Marisa to at least look at her. By now Mima had slumped down against the table herself, resting her head in her arms. "Well, I had been wanting to torment Reimu... But she still isn't home yet." While the spirit didn't sound particularly worried despite all that had gone on between her arrival and now, she did sound mildly annoyed. The tip of her tail seemed to flick a bit, as a cat's would.
"Well, how long has she been gone?" Came Marisa's voice, which made Mima look up, at least. She peeled one of the fruits as she spoke, managing to get a section out and eat it before Mima even had time to respond.
"Hours, now. Gotten herself involved in some incident."
"Incident? What sort of incident?"
There was a brief pause for the rather distinctive sound of the Master Spark being fired in the distance. Both instinctively tensed up a bit, Marisa nearly dropping her orange(?). That had woken her up a bit, huh.
"Hopefully... not that one," was what Mima managed, watching the magician sit up a little straighter as she turned to face that direction and look.
Man, she hoped this wasn't going to end with her being ditched for the... whatevereth time that she was on today.
Quote:short but i'm lazy. and had no real idea what to add here just yet.
also look at that flawless integration of my actual character's actions now. wow
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Do you think Yuuka *aims* the Master Spark? No. She decides which half of the world she wants to fuck.