Post by EriChar on Apr 14, 2015 15:48:08 GMT -5
Mitohsu Ukki
"T-There are t-time when everyone n-needs a h-helping hand..."
Third Dance: Competitive Conga
W-what was she t-trying to do? The wispy half-form of a woman hanging in the sky as the she looked down on the fallen woman on the tracks, Mitohsu Ukki found only confusion in following this golden headed girl. Pursuing the object of her current fascination, the mist-made Miss had seen several sides to Samba Deflor in the time that she had stalked her across Water Seven, but none of them had made her feel even a fraction of the sadness she did now.
Why d-did she chase the train? O-Olivia? Is th-that the name of the other blonde? Turning her eyes to the rising steam and smoke of the sea train and slowly beginning to piece things together, while the skyward lass had no real tie to what had gone on outside of that of an observer, for some reason her eyes were stinging. Beads building in the corners of her eyes born not from mist but rather sorrow, the girl that was so often melancholy found a true sense of despondency settling into her at this scene. Sure, a sorrowful departure always moved the heart but what was oh so more unsettling was the response it provoked in the ‘heroic’ young woman that arrived in the days before. Upbeat smile torn from her face, what hammered the timber of the track looked to be a broken shell of a woman. Someone regarded as the best of us robbed of any ability to stand and left an emotional wreck in the spray of the sea, a pang of guilt passed through the former teacher as she looked on, Ukki was left wondering if the world could do this to a woman as strong and influential as this Samba, what hope did she have?
Feelings and altitude falling as she watched the ‘show’ of Samba Deflor’s sorrow, Miss Mitohsu couldn’t help but feel powerless as she observed the desperate cries of this woman’s soul, wishing there was something she could do to alleviate the issue for both their sakes. Like watching an idol falling flat on their face to their death, the girl with cyanosis of the hair couldn’t stand to see that someone she had pursued because of her heroics now seemed to be floundering in nothing more than a fevered flail of forsaken feeling. If the heroine that a small part of the misty Miss had hoped to emulate couldn’t overcome this, what could she do? Ukki was not brave, she was not the kind of person who might see the ruthless hijacking of a train and fight to protect the people on it. A whole lot of the time it felt to the woman whose blue hair whipped in the sea wind that it took every ounce of her strength to simply stand up, and now she saw someone who had been so robbed of the will to stand that she couldn’t even do that. The glimpses that the foggy femme had seen into this woman’s life had shown her that this heated young woman was not weak, and she could not stand to see the girl feel that way. It wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t something she had ever dreamed of doing, but as her usually so quiet voice struck into the sea air, it also wasn’t something she could abide.
“Y-You’re not w-weak!” Barking into the back of the mermaid who now tried her best to embrace her friend, while the words that usually happened to slip from Ukki’s lips seemed to lacking in presence, there was something about the moment that drove them forward. Heart pounding and nerve in tatters as she revealed herself to the pair, as she hugged her elbows to protect herself from the bitter breeze of the ocean, the blue haired girl felt her cheeks brighten with hear but was not deterred in the slightest.
“You’re n-not a f-failure! I-I’ve watched you t-these f-few days and you’re not.” Face blazing as she admitted to the casual stalking she had committed in the previous days, while the woman had never come clean with any of her little points of interest before, there seemed no way to avoid it now. Hopping from one sleeper to the next and moving closer to the pair, Ukki shivered and pulled the hair from her face as she regarded the dancer and did her best to smile softly, unsure entirely of whether she was intruding into a private moment or not. Regardless of the answer though, something told her she should not leave.
“S-sorry for that, I guess… But I saw it. You’re strong, and you always try. That doesn’t seem like someone who is a failure!” Words still stumbling but her heart never feeling more resolute, as the barking pitch of her voice lost none of its conviction for her stutter, once again Ukki hopped closer to the pair and crouched down next to them, suddenly aware of the intimacy she had interrupted.
“I… Um… Want to be strong, and seeing you helped me find a little.” A little rattled by her shyness but fighting the feeling back to continue, as the watery blue gems in the weather woman’s head settled on the emeralds of the dancer, she felt a surge of strength pass through her. Almost as if the girl with golden curls seemed to lend strength by sheer proximity, there seemed something about the closeness that fuelled the confidence of the shy speaker.
“S-so, even though I’m s-still not much, I c-can help you. H-help you to stand up.” Nodding at the blonde as she smiled softly again, suddenly it seemed as if she hadn’t just taken a step but rather a moon gravity leap to the woman that Ukki had wanted to become. The more she spoke the more she found she needed to say, as the icy eyes of the speaker wobbled and flooded with tears, she felt like even she[/i[ could do some good here.
“Y-you made me see that being strong isn’t about being alone, i-it’s about finding the people you need to help you stand even when you wanna fall. I-It’s about more than just you! If you’re alone who will catch you when you stumble? And offer a hand when you fall?” Speaking from deep within, finding herself having so often wondered if anyone would have done these things for herself and sensing she wasn’t alone, Ukki realized that even if they were worlds apart she still had some things in common with the golden haired hero.
“So stand up! And let me…” Finding her feet once more and offering her hand to her hero, as she looked at the mermaid, she knew that even though Samba might have been feeling alone in the world, she never truly would be.
“L-Let us help to carry that weight?” Nodding and pushing her paw into that of Samba’s, as cyan and magenta hair pulled the dancer her to her feet, for some reason the former felt stronger for the days goings on.
“Um, m-m-my n-name is U-Ukki, by th-the way… W-Would it be OK if I was your friend?”
Why d-did she chase the train? O-Olivia? Is th-that the name of the other blonde? Turning her eyes to the rising steam and smoke of the sea train and slowly beginning to piece things together, while the skyward lass had no real tie to what had gone on outside of that of an observer, for some reason her eyes were stinging. Beads building in the corners of her eyes born not from mist but rather sorrow, the girl that was so often melancholy found a true sense of despondency settling into her at this scene. Sure, a sorrowful departure always moved the heart but what was oh so more unsettling was the response it provoked in the ‘heroic’ young woman that arrived in the days before. Upbeat smile torn from her face, what hammered the timber of the track looked to be a broken shell of a woman. Someone regarded as the best of us robbed of any ability to stand and left an emotional wreck in the spray of the sea, a pang of guilt passed through the former teacher as she looked on, Ukki was left wondering if the world could do this to a woman as strong and influential as this Samba, what hope did she have?
Feelings and altitude falling as she watched the ‘show’ of Samba Deflor’s sorrow, Miss Mitohsu couldn’t help but feel powerless as she observed the desperate cries of this woman’s soul, wishing there was something she could do to alleviate the issue for both their sakes. Like watching an idol falling flat on their face to their death, the girl with cyanosis of the hair couldn’t stand to see that someone she had pursued because of her heroics now seemed to be floundering in nothing more than a fevered flail of forsaken feeling. If the heroine that a small part of the misty Miss had hoped to emulate couldn’t overcome this, what could she do? Ukki was not brave, she was not the kind of person who might see the ruthless hijacking of a train and fight to protect the people on it. A whole lot of the time it felt to the woman whose blue hair whipped in the sea wind that it took every ounce of her strength to simply stand up, and now she saw someone who had been so robbed of the will to stand that she couldn’t even do that. The glimpses that the foggy femme had seen into this woman’s life had shown her that this heated young woman was not weak, and she could not stand to see the girl feel that way. It wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t something she had ever dreamed of doing, but as her usually so quiet voice struck into the sea air, it also wasn’t something she could abide.
“Y-You’re not w-weak!” Barking into the back of the mermaid who now tried her best to embrace her friend, while the words that usually happened to slip from Ukki’s lips seemed to lacking in presence, there was something about the moment that drove them forward. Heart pounding and nerve in tatters as she revealed herself to the pair, as she hugged her elbows to protect herself from the bitter breeze of the ocean, the blue haired girl felt her cheeks brighten with hear but was not deterred in the slightest.
“You’re n-not a f-failure! I-I’ve watched you t-these f-few days and you’re not.” Face blazing as she admitted to the casual stalking she had committed in the previous days, while the woman had never come clean with any of her little points of interest before, there seemed no way to avoid it now. Hopping from one sleeper to the next and moving closer to the pair, Ukki shivered and pulled the hair from her face as she regarded the dancer and did her best to smile softly, unsure entirely of whether she was intruding into a private moment or not. Regardless of the answer though, something told her she should not leave.
“S-sorry for that, I guess… But I saw it. You’re strong, and you always try. That doesn’t seem like someone who is a failure!” Words still stumbling but her heart never feeling more resolute, as the barking pitch of her voice lost none of its conviction for her stutter, once again Ukki hopped closer to the pair and crouched down next to them, suddenly aware of the intimacy she had interrupted.
“I… Um… Want to be strong, and seeing you helped me find a little.” A little rattled by her shyness but fighting the feeling back to continue, as the watery blue gems in the weather woman’s head settled on the emeralds of the dancer, she felt a surge of strength pass through her. Almost as if the girl with golden curls seemed to lend strength by sheer proximity, there seemed something about the closeness that fuelled the confidence of the shy speaker.
“S-so, even though I’m s-still not much, I c-can help you. H-help you to stand up.” Nodding at the blonde as she smiled softly again, suddenly it seemed as if she hadn’t just taken a step but rather a moon gravity leap to the woman that Ukki had wanted to become. The more she spoke the more she found she needed to say, as the icy eyes of the speaker wobbled and flooded with tears, she felt like even she[/i[ could do some good here.
“Y-you made me see that being strong isn’t about being alone, i-it’s about finding the people you need to help you stand even when you wanna fall. I-It’s about more than just you! If you’re alone who will catch you when you stumble? And offer a hand when you fall?” Speaking from deep within, finding herself having so often wondered if anyone would have done these things for herself and sensing she wasn’t alone, Ukki realized that even if they were worlds apart she still had some things in common with the golden haired hero.
“So stand up! And let me…” Finding her feet once more and offering her hand to her hero, as she looked at the mermaid, she knew that even though Samba might have been feeling alone in the world, she never truly would be.
“L-Let us help to carry that weight?” Nodding and pushing her paw into that of Samba’s, as cyan and magenta hair pulled the dancer her to her feet, for some reason the former felt stronger for the days goings on.
“Um, m-m-my n-name is U-Ukki, by th-the way… W-Would it be OK if I was your friend?”
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