Fight for the Shaman King (Shaman King RP) V.2

[RedLionPaladin]

(Okay, now I feel really bad about this, but with school and life in general going on rather heavily, I think I'm going to have to quit this RP. I'm barely on as it is and don't want to hold anyone up or anything. So, thanks for the fun, but I've gotta run.)

[Bahamut's Regent]

(It's okay. Life happens. Do what you have to, and feel free to come back when you can. ^_^ )

[Chadanaiy]

((Sucks to see you go Tsu! ))

•Asha•

Mari's nails raked across her skull to come and meet behind her ears. She listened to the sweat peel off her hairline, skin beating under her fingers until knots started to tighten in all points of her face but– no, she was too tired to be angry, tired and torn from sleep and tired like one who needs to sit, and she had no reason to let herself become angry. None. This was exactly the kind of thing they'd been expecting: this was what Asha had meant when they'd turned on their side to look her in the eye under the tinkling lightbulb of their room and explained what living in Tokyo with them would entail, and this is what she'd agreed to by saying she understood. It wasn't even so different from what she'd imagined... She could remember herself, snuggled into the smell of a hoodie on a damp spring evening, having imagined this: being chased out of their home, going on some wild escape, away, running from a thrilling danger. And here it was.
"Mari I'm so sorry..." she heard Asha start, their accent heavier than ever. The little pineapple mascot beamed up at her from her t-shirt. "I know you must be angry and scared and..." they stopped— trailed off as if distracted by something they'd heard. Mari looked up and scanned the street as her hands fell back onto her lap. Asha was still panting, standing there on heavy knees in jewelry and burgundy skirt, glossy, glowing with sweat, hand limp on their messenger bag, cut out in a sky that was already starting to be blue. Maybe there had actually been a distant rumbling, distracting them.
"It's ok, I know it's not your fault..." she sighed and reorganized her hair with a tug to the side. "I'm- I'm just tired and I was surprised, you don't have to feel bad about this- really. It just happened when I wasn't thinking something... you know, would happen." She strung their eyes together and Asha, after a silence, started again. "I don't really know what happened..." they breathed, rolling their gaze away, "well, I do- it all went very fast and I wasn't very good at seeing what was happening," and lowered onto the curb with her. "I was asking for directions from the shaman and the spirit and as we started polite discussion they offered to accompany me, making the place I was investigating sound dangerous... When I inquired, just to make conversation, they started making these huge revelations about shaman history and the old shaman fights and like an idiot I tried to follow up by talking about one of my clients and now they say they've brought wind spirits to our house and that we need to flee..." They turned towards Mari, lips gleaming with concern. "Then they said I'd have to take you with me. That if I didn't I wouldn't see you again and I have no idea why they said that... It's strange that something like this should affect either of us just because I talked about it." The delivery girl watched as they lowered their head onto her bony shoulder. It was strange to see them like that, babbling on apologetically. She knew they weren't like that with anyone but her. "I always thought if something would happen, I'd at least grasp what was causing it," Asha continued, "I thought I'd be something concrete, not some big esoteric shaman conspiracy..."
It took an instant after both of them had stopped talking for them to realize the rumbling they had looked up for had gotten louder. It was nearing, nearing fast now, especially for they who sat with their fingers on the pavement. Asha lifted their temple from Mari's shoulder and Mari made a movement to get up. Neither said anything. It was turning the corner; they were sure now what they were hearing was the thunder of a herd. Mari stood up from the ground entirely now, bent almost into a battle stance she had never been taught while Asha scrambled up, keeping their glasses in place. They watched in gaping silence as a pack of white fur avalanched into the street from an isle, tearing through the narrow walls, sending plant-limbs flying, dust-raising and cold, and stopped square in front of them. In their view, become obstructed with wolves —a flood of wolves— a yellow eye beamed down at them, demandingly.

[Bahamut's Regent]

Grisil pushed himself to standing, stumbling from the door frame. Dozens of little hurts made themselves known to the shaman. He groaned and Ookami nudged him. The pair watched as the pack of silver-white wolf spirits charge forward, towards the two girls. Grisil continued to walk, shaking out the soreness from his limps. Soon he was jogging, following a few of the pack that moved slower. He saw the pack pilling up at the mouth of an alleyway, a sigh fellfrom his lips.

[Chadanaiy]

((I'm gonna try and make my posts shorter))

-Arisu-

Arisu squeezed Celeste’s hand a little harder than she normally should have. Celeste lowered her onto a cushion, allowing the girl’s blotted look of concern to topple onto the little table and floor. “Only faces and names?” she echoed, “Nothing more?”
“Well it’s not surprising that you’d have forgotten Celeste, that much Kohaku is right about... “ Bastet had risen to her hind legs to catch a glimpse of both the hanging faces, one fluttering distress, the other calm and care and concern, her tail swishing behind her in ticks. “Remembering is considered unusual in fact-
“Celeste, I was impaled against your kitchen wall and you don’t remember that?” Immediate look of alarm from the cat. “No! I mean-” Arisu’s hand reached for her mouth, stopped, and concluded as her face started to crumple once more, determined now to say no more. "I'm sorry, I'll shut up."

[Bahamut's Regent]

There was a moment of peace exploded by Arisu's words. Cleleste blinked some dark monster moving in the back of her mind. Torrents of memory, clouded by the murk of death brushed her vision.
"You died. . .but came back. . .Pliea . . ." she murmured looking at the girl next to her "what happened? I need to know! Before, she strikes back. . ." she was starting to grit her teeth, and shake "she killed me. . .didn't she? . . .that's why Kohaku won't let me out of the grounds. . ."