TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Such a casual response. Were it not for the mass of bodies piled up around them the Howling Storm would've laughed. As it was she couldn't help but smirk slightly as she removed her gauntlets, the soft sound of steel clinking against itself the only sound for a moment before she responded."Ishini Mazuka," she said, the fading high of battle allowing her to block out the reflexive overlay of 'Ryusaki' lined atop it as well as the would-be crushing weight of her own guilt. Adrenaline was to her as a good shot of heroin was to half the addicts in these tunnels. Arceus knows she'd go well beyond her own morality for a fix of it these days. She couldn't help but relax slightly in the male's company, reasoning that if he was going to shoot her he would've, though with his next question she tensed back up, ready for any of the myriad of reactions she got with her common response, though she was really hoping she wouldn't have to add this kid to the pile behind her.
"So, uh..." he had hesitated slightly, "You owe these shitheads some money or somethin'? They must've really wanted you gone if this many of 'em attacked you."
"Arceus knows I wish it were that simple," she said with a sigh, hands planted on her hips, though her stance was still remarkably like the one she took in combat. If anything, she still looked ready for a fight as she pointed up to her ears, the pair of them twitching slightly in response to the focus directed at them It's the same old story. Bunch of punks getting pissed at a Gijinka cause she wouldn't let them have some tail," she did, of course, leave out the fact that she had come here intentionally in the hopes of picking a fight. Nobody needed to know of her tendencies, much less her more blatantly suicidal ones. The beastial part of her found itself drawn to Nikki, seeing within him a skill she hadn't witnessed in some time, and she vaguely wondered if he'd be someone worth staying a bit closer to.
Granted relationships in general had become something of a sore spot for her ever since Corvou, and try as she might to move forward it always felt as though something kept pulling her back to that day, to that moment. She already knew what he'd say, how he'd berate her for living in the past for so long. Though in truth she never had been very good at putting her more foolish mistakes behind her.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
Post by Ishini Mazuka on Feb 7, 2018 13:50:22 GMT -6
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Hey, take your time Nano. I know I may be rather impatient when it comes to moving threads along, but if you need to take time and slow down go ahead- I can wait. There are other threads, and I have other characters who need plots as well.
We'll be here when you get back to being all nice and healthy again, don't worry.
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]The pain in her eased slightly, her vision clearing somewhat, although it didn't do too terribly much as far as extensive aid went. Ishi's lupine ears flicked slightly at the feeling, having gone somehow relatively unscathed compared to the rest of her body. She listened silently as the woman spoke again, the haze in her mind clearing up just enough to allow her to properly comprehend what was happening now. She blinked, taking a deep breath before replying. The act hurt, of course, but that was just a reminder of how battered she was.
I must've broken a rib... or three, she mused to herself. Injuries weren't too terribly uncommon for her now, though even she had to admit she'd not been beaten this badly in quite a long time. Not since meeting Corvou, at least. However, at the mention of a hospital she shook her head slowly. "N-No," Arceus damn it all, it hurt to even speak, "I'll be... I'll be fine," her voice was still rather soft, on account only now by the fact that it hurt immensely for her to speak any louder. Stubborn as she was though, she wasn't about to admit her weakness in front of a stranger. If anything, she'd end up making a hospital trip herself after all was said and done.
Granted she was doubting that she'd have the ability to even get that far in the first place. She was keenly aware of her limits physically, and this was pushing it heavily. The lack of fatigue clouding her mind allowed her to realize that instantly, alongside knowing that she'd probably end up passing out as a result of all of it as well. To boot, she most definitely had a concussion. How bad of one, she didn't know, but now that the fatigue had left her somewhat she was becoming aware of a few of her other symptoms: the headache, her severe lack of proper balance, and the fact that she had no idea where exactly she was in this area when she usually knew it rather well. That combined with her currently being at or even past her limits made her well overdue for a complete blackout at this point.
And she would rather not have this woman around for when that happened.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]It was evident up close that Ishi's body was severely bruised, and battered beyond what it reasonably should've been able to withstand. There were cuts on her cheek and above one eye, and dirt covered her elbows, knees and part of her face. She swayed slightly where she stood, evidence of her unsteady sense of balance- probably caused by a concussion or something similar. She stared at the other Gijinka for a moment, watching as they approached. Whatever their intentions were, Ishi had long since lost the will as well as strength to fight back, and so she mentally braced herself for the worst.
Instead, she was asked for her name. Ishi couldn't help but blink in shock. Her... name? She almost couldn't remember anymore. It felt like so long since she last used it, or even bothered to introduce herself to anyone. She spoke slowly, her voice quiet and slightly hoarse. "Ishini Mazuka," there was a sting of pain as her mind mentally attempted to overwrite her last name, 'Ryusaki' spelt clearly within her mind's eye and reminding her once more of everything she had thrown away in her foolishness. Everything she would never get back now that she had lost it.
She didn't even bother to respond to the question of why she was here. Not even she knew that anymore. Truth be told, the haze that had begun settling over her mind made it difficult for her to remember why she even trying to stay half-ass alive in the first place. It wasn't as though the voices and memories that constantly assailed her seemed to give a damn whether she lived or died.
She'd already lost everything. There was little more for her left to lose.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]She cursed under her breath at the almost irritating sound of a male voice hitting on her. How many skulls did she have to crack before people fucking took the hint? She growled, mostly to herself, before answering, aiming a sidelong gaze as a dull jade flashed in her eyes with the words she spoke. "Too many late nights with-" she paused, catching herself before she could continue. With my ex. The words rang dull and painful in her skull, and she sighed before finishing her statement. "With an old friend," she finished, opting to use the neutral term so as to not give away what was really going on inside her head. She didn't get a good view of the male, nor did she care to.
She was more concerned with getting plastered, picking a fight, and hoping to god someone knocked her sorry ass out before she could go back on her own promises to herself and just fucking end it all. Morbid, dark thought surely, but ones that weren't exactly a surprise for her to find drifting about in her head. She took another drink when it was offered and downed it in much the same way, a soft buzz slowly beginning to pick up, though at this point it was negligible at best. She glanced over at the male and gave him a once-over as she set the cup down, and in that instant she recognized him. A curse rang out in her mind as her expression changed slightly, turning into one of the more 'are you shitting me' variety before she turned and set her head down.
Just my fucking luck. Hello darkness, my old friend. Come to kick the puppies have you? she lamented in her mind, now furiously attempting to hide herself in the dark of the corner as much as possible. She didn't want to deal with this, didn't want to deal with the stress nor the guilt she'd end up drowning in. Hell, she couldn't even rely on herself to not just fucking ask Bai to beat her unconscious as free payback for the shit she did to Corvou.
Truth be told, a part of her actually hoped the Gengar would end up killing her if that happened.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]As per the usual, the stormclouds that hung over the lass known as Ishini Mazuka refused to go away, and as she wandered down the street she couldn't help but think about how nice alcohol sounded at that moment. The last thing she particularly cared for at that moment was her thoughts- and much less her damn memories. And so it was that she picked the nearest bar she could and walked in, heavy boots marking her arrival into the establishment before she made her way over to the bar proper, sitting at one end and keeping the black beanie she wore atop her head so as to avoid any undue attention. That was the problem with being a Gijinka, depending on what you were the traits you showed would change, and it just so happened that she ended up with the damn lupine ears of her species. She rested her arms on the bartop and leaned forward onto them, emotions swirling within her amber eyes as she stared at the solid surface, mentally drawing patterns within the material before sitting up as the bartender walked over to her, apparently taking advantage of a brief respite from conversing with another customer. She couldn't be bothered to look over at the customer, nor take much notice of him in general. Faces had a tendency to blur together after a time. There was also the matter of where she was, though she really couldn't care less who owned this city. It was all going downhill anyway at this point.
She made her order and laid her head back down on the bartop, tail curled closely to her form so as to hide it from easy view. She'd made enough enemies showing her ears off alone, she didn't care to think what sort of spite her tail would bring forth. As she waited, she tapped out a beat to herself, vaguely remembering a time when she'd been invited to join the band Corvou had tried forming in their younger years. She'd picked up the drums for it, and as a result couldn't quite keep herself from occasionally tapping out some sort of beat when she was bored. Granted, all it really served to do was drive her guilt up through the roof and back down again, but she'd dealt with it enough as it was that she couldn't bring herself to care for her mental state anymore, much less physical, which was evidenced by the speed at which she downed her first round of drinks. It became painfully apparent rather quickly that Ishi was there to stop thinking, which meant she'd pay as much as she fucking had to in order to accomplish that goal. What's the worst that would happen?
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]It was days like this that reminded Ishini Mazuka of all that she'd lost, and all that she would never again regain. As usual, she'd picked a fight with whoever was willing, but almost unusually she didn't pick it to win, to feel the oft-pleasurable sensation of bone breaking beneath her steel-clad fists or under her heel. No, this fight she had picked to lose. Pain was, by many accounts, one of her few escapes in recent memory. Ever since she'd run away from Corvou she had begun to find the sting of it more and more appealing, oft to the point where she would put her own life at risk just for the sake of it. To her, she deserved every last scar that decorated her body, every black eye, broken bone, and blade through her body that she'd ever received since arriving in Lyeant.
To say she was suicidal at this point would be fair, and there were times when it would be hitting the nail square atop the head. This happened to be one time where the latter was far more accurate, and as she dragged herself up off the ground a solid ten minutes after her opponent had left, she could still feel the ache of her wounds. She had just wandered then, not caring where she went or who found her along the way. She couldn't be bothered to hide what she was at this point. It was too much effort to avoid the confrontation anymore. Her gauntlets hung loosely at her side, dented, scratched and in dire need of a polish. Dried blood, some her own, some belonging to others, caked along the steel, only narrowly avoiding damage to the joints. Her own form now was more battered and bruised than it had been in recent memory, and it was a painful effort to remain standing, but she did so anyway.
She couldn't let herself die without seeing him at least once more. She couldn't let herself die without knowing what she had done, how much he inevitably hated her now that all was said and done. Guilt had carved a deep, festering hole within her soul, one that was now even more battered and broken than the body it currently inhabited. This place... "Hope's Path" they had called it. She couldn't quite remember what it had originally looked like, only that it was supposed to have been beautiful. That beauty was not long since gone, and as the wolf let a hand rest over the wound in her side- courtesy of an improvised shortsword that had found its mark too easily- she once again recalled how much this place resembled her own self in many ways.
She didn't know nor care how long she'd walked before coming across the woman, nor did she know why she ducked away behind rubble in an attempt to avoid sight. It wasn't as though she could bring herself to care much of her own safety at this point. Truthfully, she was happy that the woman knew of her presence. It made things a little better knowing she still had some sort of presence.
Even if the fire that once burned so brightly within her was naught more than a dying ember in present time.
She stepped out from the rubble, well, limped would be more appropriate. Her boots crunching softly on the ground as she moved into clear view to watch the woman where she stood, a small meadow around her. Ishi didn't even have to guess that this woman was a Gijinka, and judging from the scenery she was a Grass-Type. Not that it made much difference to her right now. She didn't bother speaking, it was too much effort at this point and she was having trouble focusing on keeping herself standing anyway.
When did the star's light fade away? a voice murmured softly in the back of her head. She ignored it mostly, though there was a time she didn't. There was a time she did a lot of things she no longer had the willingness to do.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]She winced as the gunshot rang out, canine ears flattening against her skull in an attempt to save her eardrums from the worst of the sound. On the upside, the thug that had been reaching for his weapon got a hole in his hand instead, and the words the stranger spoke were almost an unexpected surprise, albeit a nice one. She couldn't help but laugh. "Let's take these idiots down a peg, then." she flashed a grin, canines catching what light there was before she dashed forward, sparks dancing at the corners of her mouth as she ran at the one with the hole in his hand. He had a weapon, best she ensure he couldn't use it. She ducked under the strike he threw at her, jumping up and biting down onto his shoulder. Electricity arced through his body, and she let out just before he dropped to the ground, sparks dancing off of his frame as another gunshot rang out, catching the other one in the arm behind her. She turned around, startled. It looked as though the other one had tried to take her out while she was electrocuting his buddy, and she couldn't help but let loose another grin, slamming her fists together, steel gauntlets slamming into one another a moment before she ducked low and to the right before coming up sharply in an uppercut, steel catching under the man's jaw with enough force to send his head back with a bit of a cracking sound, and he crumpled where he stood. As easy as ever, though she was still a bit disappointed at her own recklessness at getting caught with that blade. She looked over at the cut on her shoulder, sighing at her own lack of dexterity before looking at the stranger. Now that she had a chance to get a proper look at him, he didn't particularly seem the type that stalked the Underbelly all day. Then again neither did she, and she'd just beaten the tar out of... she did a mental check. What, fifteen guys?
She placed a hand over the cut as she moved back towards the stranger. "Thanks for helping out," she said. She didn't particularly need the help, but it had been nice having someone on her side in a fight for once. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Not even Volt or Cora were allowed to fight with her when she did things like this- a lesson learned from a particularly long conversation back before the war. Volt had never liked it, though she couldn't say the same for her Salamence. Shaking herself out of her memories before they dragged her all the way down, she looked at the stranger for a moment before speaking.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" she inquired. It wasn't often someone was willing to help a Gijinka, most people simply feared them for what they could do. Granted Ishi wasn't particularly helping soothe that fear. Though it was also entirely possible that he simply hadn't realized what she was yet, though if he looked now the ears and tail would be a dead giveaway. She dearly hoped she could move fast enough to avoid getting shot, but at the same time she didn't particularly think it would come to that.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]If it hadn't been for the gun being drawn, Ishi would've started laughing. True, she'd ended up taking a tad more than she could handle, but considering the situation she was a moment away from finding a way out of it. Truth be told, it was almost better that this idiot had shown himself, it gave the bandits a bit of pause. Though the true fun started when the thought-to-be unconscious fool stood up to make his attack.
Ishi's eyes flashed, the jade brightening for a moment. Sucker Punch. The move sounded out in her head, and in the following instant she was between the thug and the wannabe hero, her form twisting in the air as she pushed off the ground with her left foot, spinning in the air once before swiftly adjusting the positioning of her legs, her right boot catching the thug at the side of his head and bringing with it more force than should've reasonably been possible. There was a cruel, slightly sickening crunch as bones snapped, and the thug's body flew off to hit the wall it had been flung towards. She landed on the ground lightly, her tail whipping around before drawing back towards the ground as her lupine ears flicked.
"Thanks but no thanks, I'd much rather spend my time beating up these racist bastards," she said matter-of-factly, twisting her body just in time for the blade to come at her again, slashing across her arm and leaving a sizable wound. She hissed, eyes flashing again as she snapped forwards instantly, coming in from low to slam her elbow into the thug's abdomen, causing him to drop the blade and stagger backward, sputtering as he attempted to catch his breath. "It's called Payback fuckhead. Don't go swinging weapons if you can't take the punishment." She stood slowly, eyeing the two thugs warily. She ground her teeth idly, feeling the sparks they gave off. Next bastard to get too close was gonna come to a shocking revelation, especially since only a trained eye would be able to tell she'd just used two moves. All of those fights she got into certain helped her fill out a moveset, though considering she hadn't particularly used it once she met Cor she wouldn't be surprised if she had forgotten two or three of them.
Regardless, the more pressing matter was whether her would-be savior was going to stick around to deal with the riff-raff. Conservation of Ninjutsu appeared to be in full effect, meaning if you subtracted her being a Gijinka they were technically now on even footing. Granted, she didn't anticipate him sticking around, and even expected him to turn on her now that she'd shown she could defend herself to a degree. People who wandered the Underbelly were always of one distinct type: Selfish. This one seemed to fancy himself a hero to boot, which meant he'd probably take offense to not having all the glory.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
Post by Ishini Mazuka on Feb 2, 2018 22:02:56 GMT -6
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A New Beginning
[attr="class","dark"]My Ghost Where'd You Go? I Can't Find You In the Body Sleeping Next To Me
[attr="class","maind"][attr="class","umad"]The sound of skull fracturing against concrete rang through the corridor, the owner of the boot firmly planted on the man's face immediately using him as a springboard to backflip over the metal pipes of his allies, and the auburn-haired she-wolf brushed herself off calmly as the two glared at her, oblivious to the small pool of blood forming under the head of their fallen comrade. Ishini Mazuka popped her knuckles in turn, a cobalt dragon leering from the ring finger of her right hand as did so, eyeing the two with a sneer and rather predatory gaze. She had, of course, picked this fight herself by opting to wander the Underbelly without her hat, and her twin lupine ears twitched idly as she shifted her gaze, hands falling to the two steel items hanging on either hip.
The two men looked at each other for a moment before turning a collective glare at the hound a distance before them, and the girl responded with a smirk and a shrug as the charged her. Hospital it is, then, she thought confidently before ducking, narrowly missing one pipe and catching the other with a steel-clad right hand immediately after, her left hand moving in for a sharp left hook to catch Dumb by the jaw, his buddy Dumber taking a step back as the other idiot moved back to join him. Ishi craned her neck to one side, eyes glowing with a slightly dull shade of jade as she taunted them.
"Oh come now, afraid of my bite, are you?" She gave a toothy grin, sharpened canines flashing in greeting as she dropped her stance, giving the stereotypical 'Come on' gesture with her left hand. Dumb and Dumber looked at each other for a moment before grinning in turn, several more of their buddies showing up behind them. Ishi let out a sigh.
I swear, these idiots are completely unaware of a certain trope, she remarks silently, adjusting her stance only slightly as the group rushes towards her. She had told herself she wouldn't rely on Volt or Cora to help fight her battles, and even though she was concerned with her chances she'd much rather just have her skull bashed in without her Pokemon being eye-witnesses.
Granted they were probably both paying too much attention anyway, especially when the hits started coming in. She blocked the first couple, turning the improvised weapons into literal weapons as she sent them on an impact course with their former user, though in a few moments she ended up moderately surrounded. A wartune began playing in her head, and she hummed it to herself, her movements blurring slightly as attacks began to gradually miss her more often.
She brought her left leg around sharply in a kick, slamming her boot into the side of one thug and sending him like a bowling ball into a pile of his buddies. Four left. She turned her gaze over to the remaining group just in time to catch the blade coming down at her, steel scraping against steel as she held it barely above her head. She spotted the other three beginning to move in, and narrowed her eyes.
Seems I myself forgot a few tropes as well.
[attr="class","headd"]>>Where'd You Go?<<
[attr="class","oathd"]What Happened To The Soul You Used To Be?
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[attr="class","ion-home"] Saffron City
[attr="class","ion-flag"] Republic of Lyeant
[attr="class","ion-star"] Medium Low
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Ishini Kryska Mazuka. Many words have and could be used to describe her, not all of them pleasant. A life on the rougher streets of Saffron taught her to grow up quick and hard, and if nothing else that is one trait that maintains its prevalence. [break][break]
To put it into terms that most people would understand a bit better: She's rash, impulsive, and rude. There was a time when she wasn't, one that was quite recent, but the guilt of her reactions in light of the end of that situation have caused her to revert to her old ways, some of which she's taken to with a fervor some have responded to with the age old quote of "Do you have a death wish?" [break][break]
There are days that denying that is just her lying through her teeth. She feels intimately and far more deeply than she lets on, and is fully convinced that she's destined to do what she currently does for the remainder of her life, be the end met at the end of a barrel, or a slow one several decades down the road. Overall, however, she's turned into but a shell of her former self by this point in her life. The only things keeping her going being her Pokemon, the only remnant of her past she can bear, and the hope that maybe she'll find some way to rid herself of the memories, or otherwise find some way to rescind the regrets she feels so deeply within.
My Ghost, where'd you go?[break] What happened to the soul you used to be?
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Born and raised on the darker streets of Saffron City, Ishini Mazuka spent most of her younger life living in a state between life and death. By the time she was eight, she was living mostly on her own, her parents either too drunk or otherwise debilitated to be able to properly take care of her. This, of course, led to her being swept up in a lot of the violence that tended to occur in the alleyways and side streets of a major city, and for the longest time it seemed as though that was the life she was destined to lead.[break][break]
Until the age of eighteen, when she stumbled across a lone boy who managed to free her from all she'd known. The two had a rough relationship at first, but eventually Ishi managed to break from her group of delinquents in favor of spending all she could with him instead, and for the next few years it looked as though everything was going to turn up okay, as though she'd finally reached her fairy tale ending.[break][break]
But such tales never truly happen, though Ishi had never thought she'd be the reason why. Years later, she wanders Lyeant, a member of the Republic and almost too willing to lay down her life for a cause, even if she truly doesn't understand the full extent of what she fights for. Be her days spent with blood on her hands or her blood on someone else's, her life has since reverted to what it was before she met the man named Corvou Dracul Ryusaki. [break][break]
It is said that a star burns brilliantly at the end of its life. Whether that is true in this event still remains to be seen.
Enemies are easy for her to make, friends not so much. If you can deal with helping her through the mountain of guilt and her overall brash, thorny nature, you'll have a friend for life. Romance is a bit off the table for her currently because of said guilt, though in the event that changes she'd probably be willing to swing.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
Friends aren't easily come by for Ishini. Her impulsive nature and rude demeanor often make friendly occasions hard to come by, hence why her Pokemon are really the only companions she has. If you can managed to break through the initial (excuse the language) bitch, you'll find that in truth she's very much someone who needs people to rely on, even if she absolutely refuses to admit it.
PLOT IDEA #1 As stated before, she has an incredible knack of getting herself into trouble. Be that because of her past or just the fact most people mysteriously don't like her, something could probably be worked around this.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 She expects nothing and anticipates everything. Meaning, she's not going to be too surprised if she's beaten in a battle, nor would she be too amazed by someone slinging an insult at her and walking off. She tends to be a bit gruff when people give her compliments, though it would probably help to set something up if someone was persistent.
>>> HATESHIP
The amount of ease with which Ishini makes friends is both stark and equally concerning. Her bad attitude and equally dangerous impulses means she's just as liable to punch you in the face as she is to spare a moment to listen to you speak. Has it been mentioned that she has completely stopped trying to control these impulses? Because she has, and that results in her getting into a lot of fights.
PLOT IDEA #1 Only going to throw one down in this area because let's face it there's really one major condition that'll set the whole thread off: How does she go about pissing your character off? There's too many ways to list here, contact me on Discord or via PM and we can brainstorm.
>>> LOVESHIP
This exists, but good luck getting to this stage with her. She's broken her own heart too many times at this point that she's basically resolved on just putting the pieces into a box and shoving it into some dark corner to rot for eternity. That coupled with her guilt means it'll take a strong soul to help fix this broken bird's wings.
