08-24-2018, 12:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-24-2018, 12:14 AM by NUI HARIME.)
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Her ploy has worked, she notes with much pleasure, though she does not allow the immer of satisfaction to break the surface. A true after never tears down their facade. Cracking a smile in the middle of a vulnerable moment was certainly something to think about though, huh?
Ease your way into it, Harime.
She knows he already has the experience. The motivation-- also she needs to do is assure him that it's okay for him that it is okay to allow that little seed of seething sadism take root. Grow and grow and nurture it until it turned absolutely choking. Assure him that he's doing it to protect his clanmates-- that the enemy deserves it. Nui herself, is sure that Izuku perhaps already believes that truth to some extent. She just needs to make him realize it.
She'll burn that bridge when she gets there.
To her, this was a task. To transform the loving, yet fierce medic into a ruthless being excited her to no end! Harime would enjoy seeing the work of what she had sown coming to fruitation. She wanted to quiver, but alas. Such actions must be withheld.
She did things to her liking and her choosing, and if it meant transforming a determined boy into a creature unafraid to display cruel behavior towards his opponents more often, unabated-- then she would do so. She simply did it she considered it an art. Carrying out the things that no one else would do, if not for the sheer, simple chaotic beauty of it all.
She idly lifted a paw to twirl one of her locks around a perfectly svelte digit, appearing bashful and even a bit ashamed.
"I hope I'm not bothering you. I suppose all I really need... Is someone to talk to," She takes a ginger pause, making a show of flexing her throat lightly; akin to one swallowing back bitter, stinging tears and anger, and struggling to hide it.
"I want to do something, but I don't want to risk Atbash. They don't... Have the right to trample all over us, and if not for her being held ransom, Snowbound wouldn't be subject to their senseless torture," Hah. Hardly torture. Pissants, the lot of then were. She'd seen more action from a mother 'disciplining' their child than the Pitt ever did in their week of being here. Utterly lackluster. She'd been expecting more. Nui reveled in the idea of subjugation because of the blood and tears that came with living-- an experience for her, if you will, and the mistifying feel of being underneath someone's boot heel for once, as incriminating as it was.
The height of brutality during the takeover had been when Stryker speared Atbash's eyeball like meat on a kabob, and that had spoken shrill volumes.
But recently, so far all she had witnessed from what had been a promising group of intriguing enemies appeared to make them fit more with the meek classification of cliche Pixar villains.
And yes, I know about trivial things like 'Pixar.' I know of it all. Even you, my dear reader, peeking at me through walls of text. How are you?
Now. Back to the issue at hand.
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SNOWBOUND
FEMALE
POLARHEART
FEMALE
POLARHEART
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #FB9B85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]I AM IN CONTROL!
Her ploy has worked, she notes with much pleasure, though she does not allow the immer of satisfaction to break the surface. A true after never tears down their facade. Cracking a smile in the middle of a vulnerable moment was certainly something to think about though, huh?
Ease your way into it, Harime.
She knows he already has the experience. The motivation-- also she needs to do is assure him that it's okay for him that it is okay to allow that little seed of seething sadism take root. Grow and grow and nurture it until it turned absolutely choking. Assure him that he's doing it to protect his clanmates-- that the enemy deserves it. Nui herself, is sure that Izuku perhaps already believes that truth to some extent. She just needs to make him realize it.
She'll burn that bridge when she gets there.
To her, this was a task. To transform the loving, yet fierce medic into a ruthless being excited her to no end! Harime would enjoy seeing the work of what she had sown coming to fruitation. She wanted to quiver, but alas. Such actions must be withheld.
She did things to her liking and her choosing, and if it meant transforming a determined boy into a creature unafraid to display cruel behavior towards his opponents more often, unabated-- then she would do so. She simply did it she considered it an art. Carrying out the things that no one else would do, if not for the sheer, simple chaotic beauty of it all.
She idly lifted a paw to twirl one of her locks around a perfectly svelte digit, appearing bashful and even a bit ashamed.
"I hope I'm not bothering you. I suppose all I really need... Is someone to talk to," She takes a ginger pause, making a show of flexing her throat lightly; akin to one swallowing back bitter, stinging tears and anger, and struggling to hide it.
"I want to do something, but I don't want to risk Atbash. They don't... Have the right to trample all over us, and if not for her being held ransom, Snowbound wouldn't be subject to their senseless torture," Hah. Hardly torture. Pissants, the lot of then were. She'd seen more action from a mother 'disciplining' their child than the Pitt ever did in their week of being here. Utterly lackluster. She'd been expecting more. Nui reveled in the idea of subjugation because of the blood and tears that came with living-- an experience for her, if you will, and the mistifying feel of being underneath someone's boot heel for once, as incriminating as it was.
The height of brutality during the takeover had been when Stryker speared Atbash's eyeball like meat on a kabob, and that had spoken shrill volumes.
But recently, so far all she had witnessed from what had been a promising group of intriguing enemies appeared to make them fit more with the meek classification of cliche Pixar villains.
And yes, I know about trivial things like 'Pixar.' I know of it all. Even you, my dear reader, peeking at me through walls of text. How are you?
Now. Back to the issue at hand.
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