violiniisms.

Obviously unsure of why she was where she was, Alyx was STARTLED when she heard the sound of heels clacking and saw the woman walking towards her. She had to admit, though- the hair was impressive, as was the fact that the DRESS she was wearing was actually staying on without having a wardrobe malfunction. Despite all of this, she felt cold- colder than if the weather outside was actually freezing. There was something menacing about this woman, but she couldn’t place what it was that irked her so much.

At the QUESTION she blinked before pointing at herself meekly, unsure of if the elder was addressing her or not. Assuming yes, she shook her head meekly, unsure of how to ANSWER.

‘ I-I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you m-mean by this question… ’

              FOOLISHNESS; the girl was RANK of the smell, which HUNG over her movements like GARBAGE. RAGYO KIRYUIN does not wrinkle her nose, though her eyebrows tug into a look of imperfect disdain. Those who hang around their BETTERS without acknowledging such are the same scum that so mindlessly submit to CLOTHING without respecting the sanctity of the cloth, the ORIGIN of what they wore as it pertained to the very evolution of the human race. RAGYO KIRYUIN had only a single word to slap the girl with, and that was FOOLISH. The epitome of such —- with the same abhorrent IGNORANCE that had existed in many of RAGYO KIRYUIN’S enemies. In ISSHIN MATOI, in the conglomerates struck underneath both heels, both DOMINATED and SUBDUED. 

                                      “The question is SIMPLE,” RAGYO KIRYUIN stresses, head raising to look further down upon the girl. From where she stood, the CEO TOWERED above her, taller and BRIGHTER than the sun, and her eyes BURNED with that same intensity. “What is CLOTHING? Where do you stand in your opinion of CLOTHING?”