1 Polar Opposites [Private/No Kill] Sun Apr 23, 2017 11:25 pm
Misao
D-rank
Standing at a mere 4'9", Misao had always been the runt of the litter. In more ways than one, she was unlike the rest of her siblings. Her older sisters - Reiko and Chie - had flowing silver hair and clear-colored eyes, wild features and strong builds. Her twin brother was more similar to them than he was to her. All three were gifted fighters and seemed to thirst for the thrill of battle. They were rambunctious and fearless. Her, on the other hand? She had dedicated her life more to the arts than to training. She tended to a shrine in her spare time and was noticeably meek. Her hair was a dark shade of brown that matched her eyes. No one ever said so out loud, but she was the metaphorical black sheep of the family. Her grandmother liked to encourage that softer side of her. She said that the family had enough fighters as it stood.
Still, it bothered the young priestess. She wished that she were stronger, that she could stand beside them as equals. Part of her felt like she was letting her mother down. She was known throughout the world for her strength and sense of adventure - the same that the rest of her family shared.
Those were the thoughts going through her head as she sat on a bar stool, staring at a cup of water. Her brother sat next to her, chugging what must have been his fifth beer of the afternoon. Shinji had dragged her along one of his drinking sprees, to one of the few bars in town that cared very little about the age of its patrons. The young girl had never drank in her life. She had seen what alcohol did to her sisters and brother. A shudder ran through her at the thought of acting the same while inebriated. No, she would stick with water for now. And probably for the rest of her life.
"You know, when you act all depressed like that, people never approach us," Shinji pointed out.
Misao shrugged. "You knew I was in a bad mood and decided to bring me along anyways," she mumbled.
"Sorry I thought you could go out and have a good time for once," he rolled his eyes. "Is this still about training this afternoon?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," she answered, her forehead hitting the bar top as her shoulders slumped dejectedly.
Before her brother could comment any further,
Shinji let out an impressed whistle. Someone had obviously caught his eye. Misao looked up to see who it was, exactly. He ogling a dark haired woman with about as much discretion as a neon sign. The young priestess rolled her eyes. She gave him about ten minutes before he made a fool of himself. This was how things usually went during these little outings. The boy would spot someone, try to flirt and either leave with two to three people hanging off each arm or he would make a complete fool of himself. There was no in between. Misao had to admit, it was entertaining. And the woman was quite good looking, in a dark and intimidating way.
Still, it bothered the young priestess. She wished that she were stronger, that she could stand beside them as equals. Part of her felt like she was letting her mother down. She was known throughout the world for her strength and sense of adventure - the same that the rest of her family shared.
Those were the thoughts going through her head as she sat on a bar stool, staring at a cup of water. Her brother sat next to her, chugging what must have been his fifth beer of the afternoon. Shinji had dragged her along one of his drinking sprees, to one of the few bars in town that cared very little about the age of its patrons. The young girl had never drank in her life. She had seen what alcohol did to her sisters and brother. A shudder ran through her at the thought of acting the same while inebriated. No, she would stick with water for now. And probably for the rest of her life.
"You know, when you act all depressed like that, people never approach us," Shinji pointed out.
Misao shrugged. "You knew I was in a bad mood and decided to bring me along anyways," she mumbled.
"Sorry I thought you could go out and have a good time for once," he rolled his eyes. "Is this still about training this afternoon?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," she answered, her forehead hitting the bar top as her shoulders slumped dejectedly.
Before her brother could comment any further,
Shinji let out an impressed whistle. Someone had obviously caught his eye. Misao looked up to see who it was, exactly. He ogling a dark haired woman with about as much discretion as a neon sign. The young priestess rolled her eyes. She gave him about ten minutes before he made a fool of himself. This was how things usually went during these little outings. The boy would spot someone, try to flirt and either leave with two to three people hanging off each arm or he would make a complete fool of himself. There was no in between. Misao had to admit, it was entertaining. And the woman was quite good looking, in a dark and intimidating way.
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