#tenderizingtwo

tenderizingtwo

      Eyes painted with the blood of crimson, ravaging hunger tearing through her insides… She hasn’t lost herself yet, but she knows well enough to act quickly. The shadow of her form follows a man well above the rooftops. Silently she drops. A predator stalking her prey.

      A monster? No, not this again. Life’s gone to shit since the day she was born, right? It’s just what that bastard had conveyed to her that day.

                                I can’t be a monster when I have no choice. 

      Ah, but of course they wouldn’t know that would they? A simple miscalculation leads to alarming her prey that moves to escape. She just runs. Forwards into the direction of a formed group of humans that try to escape her. All but one. Her time’s limited to rationalize. At least she even has the consciousness for this. She’s not about to lose herself. Maybe it was just the last bits of energy she’d consumed from her last kill, enough that she’s able to turn, speed toward the woman with blue tresses, moving herself to tear through her skin, except—

      The scent reaches her. She halts abruptly.

Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

Her likes are way too obvious, from clubbing to submerge herself in romantic novels to teach herself kung fu -- It may not be entirely surprising, after all; she is somewhat honest about what she enjoys to a certain degree and I can't see her being hesitant about expressing herself after building herself to be 'accepted' superficially toward others. Of course, ignoring her growth through the game, she would have kept aside certain hobbies out of her 'friends' in secret since most of those bonds were shallow.

She has to stand proud, even in those tiny details that can let her feel she is capable of taking these kind of decisions instead of filling roles others might consider fitting.

Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

Whatever she has in mind! Most of the time it can be about everything and nothing, she doesn't require in-depth in order to talk. She's a chatterbox, anything that may seem interesting or whatever she has taken a liking to can be a good drive to let h, silencing this girl will be an impossible task no man should attempt.

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

I FELT STUPID AND NOW I DONT KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THIS ONE IM SORRY I DONT WANNA MESS UP BECAUSE I READ IT WRONG

Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

Lisa is a Taurus and yes, it's stupidly fitting for her! Here is some description I found pretty easy to understand.

❀ Who knew where Nanaya had wondered off to, probably tending to the equally as plain companion he picked up along the way, and while that didnt sit well with Zero -- who demanded his full attention even if she didnt need him -- she welcomed the brief reprieve and alone time. Crowds had thinned and the ivory witch approached one of the bamboo trees that was home to many wishes written by the people who inhabited Hive City. 

There was no curiosity as to what others wrote, for Zero simply didn't care, but there was an eerie sense of calm that was awash the intoner. Part of her sort of wished to also contribute, but it was impossible for Zero did not know how to write. Weapon was stuck into the ground, and she had moved a few steps forward, head tilted upwards to gaze at the two places of the branch, near each other, that were unoccupied. Human hand reached out, her fingertips meeting the cool bamboo stalks with girlish innocence, a brief reminder of what could have never been.  

Finally, more than a year of suffering at the whims of modern day had gone on quite enough. A festival was one thing, however, Tanabata is a custom that Mitsunari is familiar with. His olden days had long and passed, older celebrations or holidays were lost with time. Surprisingly enough, having become so reluctant to try any of the newer festivities had worn his impenetrable wall of grump down a bit. He'd walk between shops for as long as he could stand being in the company of so many people, then vanish again without a trace... Or that was the plan.

"This clothing is ridiculous and as are you. Why do I not simply kill you for peace of mind, I tell myself constantly." Indeed, rather than wearing his usual garments, Mitsunari had suddenly took a new look. The outfit he sported was of present day young males, a collar shirt on the outside with one short cut tee within. Long jeans tugging low at legs, loose high enough. Directing his sour mood towards was his companion of unspeakable hold on him. What a sight to see for anyone knowing of this man.