12-14-2017, 06:53 PM
She lowered her burning, trembling arm.
Once again, there was silence. Yuuka was lost for a moment in the rhythm of her own labored breathing. The sounds of tree limbs snapping and breaking under their own weight after being scorched seemed dull and distant. Like they were being played from through a concrete wall. Ah. She was tired.
And she fell face first to the ground.
Thin vines quickly wrapped their way up her arms and legs, reaching for any energy back from her that they could get. She merely stared up at the sky, a thought pulling itself into the back of her mind. Oh, though she’d won, was she satisfied? There was something wholly unpleasant about being forced to admit to things during a fight. Sure, things like this were common- battles, as they were, often yanked her feelings to the surface. But she hated that. It was the most unpleasant part, not the pain, but knowing that she had said things she could no longer take back.
She could have rested there forever, at least in her mind, but she shoved herself upright. Shakily, she rose to one leg, then to both. Vines dropped back to the forest floor as they pulled off of her skin while she walked. Pulling the parasol out of the back of her shirt, Yuuka used it as a brace while she walked, dragging her shattered leg. Again, an unpleasant thing- she didn’t like feeling as if she was relying on it for more than its intended use. Yuuka wasn’t the type to take being humbled well, or, well, at all.
Some distance away, limply hanging over a scorched tree limb, was the ice fairy. She looked bad too, but more singed than crushed. Yuuka leapt a few feet up to retrieve the semi-conscious tyke, but unfortunately underestimated her weight, leading to both of them toppling to the ground in a heap. The ice fairy groaned. After a few seconds, Yuuka managed a weak laugh. While the injuries weren’t as bad as last time, she was just as- if not more- exhausted.
Cirno’s voice was strained, coughing slightly from the energy of the attack. “Ugh… Who… Who won…?”
“...Y’know, my inclination is to say no one, considering we’ve just been punching each other for no discernible reason.”
“Hah! You’d only say that if I won, and you know it!” Instantly, the fairy was full of energy yet again, jumping to her feet and pointing a triumphant finger at Yuuka, who was still struggling to sit up. It was almost as if all of her wounds had vanished in an instant- or, at least, her perception of those wounds had vanished. In response she at first received a confused blink, then a quiet chuckle. Ah, how wonderful it would be to have that kind of energy again, Yuuka thought to herself. Even her battle-loving self wasn’t so quick to be enthused with the concept of winning.
Instead, she stuck out her tongue at the fairy, keeping that smug smile on her face. “Go ahead and keep telling yourself that.” This, of course, served to do nothing but rile the fairy up even more, which earned her another chuckle from the flower master. She wasn’t particularly interested in fighting any more than the two already had, but it was certainly her intention to at least bother her opponent as much as she possibly could in the meantime. That was the Yuuka way- make as much of a pain of yourself as possible, then perhaps people would stop bothering you.
The woman let out a great yawn. “Ah… Perhaps I should use what’s left of this nice weather to take a nice rest here…” She inched her way towards the tree trunk, specifically a section which wasn’t as terribly burned as the rest.
“No way! You promised you were coming along with me, didn’t you?” Cirno’s tone was incredulous, considering it had, in fact, been Yuuka who had promised to resolve this incident with her in the first place.
“Mmm… Did I? I seem to have forgotten ever making a promise worded quite like that…”
“You may actually be even worse than Yukari, now that I actually know you.”
“Hmph... Reimu kicked me out of the shrine and told me to do something. I’m out of the shrine, and I did something. Who cares if it was something that matters or not? As if everything she does always has something to do with the incident.” At this, the youkai leaned back against the tree, staring through the hole burned through the canopy of leaves to the sky. It seemed strangely grey and cold compared to how she’d felt when she left. Strange- perhaps another effect of whatever was taking over the town. Or perhaps not.
She glanced back to Cirno, who still seemed slightly disillusioned by her refusal. With a tired sigh, Yuuka closed her eyes again. “Maybe I should just summon someone to do it for me. That way I can rest here and you’ll have someone else to pester. How does that sound?” But she didn’t wait for an answer long before picturing a certain someone in her mind. It wasn’t something Yuuka enjoyed the thought of forcing on her, but- it was her job to deal with people Yuuka didn’t want to deal with, in the broadest sense.
Once again, there was silence. Yuuka was lost for a moment in the rhythm of her own labored breathing. The sounds of tree limbs snapping and breaking under their own weight after being scorched seemed dull and distant. Like they were being played from through a concrete wall. Ah. She was tired.
And she fell face first to the ground.
Thin vines quickly wrapped their way up her arms and legs, reaching for any energy back from her that they could get. She merely stared up at the sky, a thought pulling itself into the back of her mind. Oh, though she’d won, was she satisfied? There was something wholly unpleasant about being forced to admit to things during a fight. Sure, things like this were common- battles, as they were, often yanked her feelings to the surface. But she hated that. It was the most unpleasant part, not the pain, but knowing that she had said things she could no longer take back.
She could have rested there forever, at least in her mind, but she shoved herself upright. Shakily, she rose to one leg, then to both. Vines dropped back to the forest floor as they pulled off of her skin while she walked. Pulling the parasol out of the back of her shirt, Yuuka used it as a brace while she walked, dragging her shattered leg. Again, an unpleasant thing- she didn’t like feeling as if she was relying on it for more than its intended use. Yuuka wasn’t the type to take being humbled well, or, well, at all.
Some distance away, limply hanging over a scorched tree limb, was the ice fairy. She looked bad too, but more singed than crushed. Yuuka leapt a few feet up to retrieve the semi-conscious tyke, but unfortunately underestimated her weight, leading to both of them toppling to the ground in a heap. The ice fairy groaned. After a few seconds, Yuuka managed a weak laugh. While the injuries weren’t as bad as last time, she was just as- if not more- exhausted.
Cirno’s voice was strained, coughing slightly from the energy of the attack. “Ugh… Who… Who won…?”
“...Y’know, my inclination is to say no one, considering we’ve just been punching each other for no discernible reason.”
“Hah! You’d only say that if I won, and you know it!” Instantly, the fairy was full of energy yet again, jumping to her feet and pointing a triumphant finger at Yuuka, who was still struggling to sit up. It was almost as if all of her wounds had vanished in an instant- or, at least, her perception of those wounds had vanished. In response she at first received a confused blink, then a quiet chuckle. Ah, how wonderful it would be to have that kind of energy again, Yuuka thought to herself. Even her battle-loving self wasn’t so quick to be enthused with the concept of winning.
Instead, she stuck out her tongue at the fairy, keeping that smug smile on her face. “Go ahead and keep telling yourself that.” This, of course, served to do nothing but rile the fairy up even more, which earned her another chuckle from the flower master. She wasn’t particularly interested in fighting any more than the two already had, but it was certainly her intention to at least bother her opponent as much as she possibly could in the meantime. That was the Yuuka way- make as much of a pain of yourself as possible, then perhaps people would stop bothering you.
The woman let out a great yawn. “Ah… Perhaps I should use what’s left of this nice weather to take a nice rest here…” She inched her way towards the tree trunk, specifically a section which wasn’t as terribly burned as the rest.
“No way! You promised you were coming along with me, didn’t you?” Cirno’s tone was incredulous, considering it had, in fact, been Yuuka who had promised to resolve this incident with her in the first place.
“Mmm… Did I? I seem to have forgotten ever making a promise worded quite like that…”
“You may actually be even worse than Yukari, now that I actually know you.”
“Hmph... Reimu kicked me out of the shrine and told me to do something. I’m out of the shrine, and I did something. Who cares if it was something that matters or not? As if everything she does always has something to do with the incident.” At this, the youkai leaned back against the tree, staring through the hole burned through the canopy of leaves to the sky. It seemed strangely grey and cold compared to how she’d felt when she left. Strange- perhaps another effect of whatever was taking over the town. Or perhaps not.
She glanced back to Cirno, who still seemed slightly disillusioned by her refusal. With a tired sigh, Yuuka closed her eyes again. “Maybe I should just summon someone to do it for me. That way I can rest here and you’ll have someone else to pester. How does that sound?” But she didn’t wait for an answer long before picturing a certain someone in her mind. It wasn’t something Yuuka enjoyed the thought of forcing on her, but- it was her job to deal with people Yuuka didn’t want to deal with, in the broadest sense.
Quote:its late and im awful
yuuka's considering just summoning elly to deal with this for her if you couldn't tell.
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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.