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“Good thing I consider myself more than human, huh? No psionics, raised in these odd packs of the same genetics, I think humans are the weaker race here.” She’s adamant about that much, while her fingers become occupied with spinning a small, curiously shaped ring around her middle finger on her left hand. “Waging war constantly… Waging a war among humans and my kin… among the supernatural… no, I think I’m rather strong, lady.”
With a sharp flick of her wrists, Tharia throws her arms out and lets out a small laugh. “I am Tharia Rurrio, and I am The Chosen Rogue of Blood! You can’t even compare to me, we aren’t the same thing. Besides, while It’s very clear that you and I have very different goals… and very different purposes. After all, mine is of universe-crafting destiny, while you’re, uh… very bright and clothing-oriented.“
“IF YOU ARE NOT HUMAN…” She trailed, her lips curled into a smile of strained bemusement. Her hands raise, fingers curled lightly upwards, before she MOVES, quicker on her heels than one might have supposed. The CLACKS felt damning to any who might have heard them, and which ROSE above the natural din in a way that was UNNATURAL. This was the movement of a BEING, the movement of one unencumbered by the demands of the NATURAL WORLD. Her hands reach, grab, TUG the front of the clothes she wears.
“THEN YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE WORN BY HUMAN CLOTHING!”
She rips the clothes from her body. REVOCS, for all its might, was the mass distributor of clothing – and the LIFE FIBERS bent to her own will, allowing her to move and take as she so desired. To tear the clothes off the body of any and all who dared to disrespect or denigrate either her or her POWER. RAGYO KIRYUIN holds it, the clothing still intact, despite being TORN from the woman in such a BRUTAL fashion. But those who treated clothing as something that could be simply worn… they deserved the BRUTALITY of RAGYO KIRYUIN!
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“…” Actually speechless about this, Tharia takes a mental step back from this chick. “Is clothing your whole life or somethin’? I just wear shit because I look good in it, or it carries my weapons in a fashionable manner that also makes me unsuspecting to morons who believe that the short little snake girl isn’t actually looking to rob them of the clothes off their backs.” Okay, she had to put in that little pun there, since they’re on the subject.
“But, uh, please don’t put me on the level of humans beings. I’d appreciate that very much, honestly. I’m a troll, through and through, no candy red blood in these veins.”
“THE PURPOSE OF HUMANITY is to be WORN BY clothing! If you consider yourself LESS than a HUMAN, then SHUCK your clothing. It is UNWORTHY of you to wear it SO, disrespectful as you are of the fabric, of the STITCHING itself. Your deserve no such TAILORING to be on you!”
RAGYO KIRYUIN says, hand cutting through the air, nails GLINTING in the light that emanates HARSHLY from behind her. She moved as though she were cutting the THREADS of the other woman, and her smile expressed that thought just as well – to CUT and REMOVE. In her power, it would have been so easy – to leave the woman as NAKED as an APE.
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Well, at least the near-human personification of a rainbow hadn't disliked her answer. A small brow raise from the young troll begs a bit of questioning, as the woman quickly delves into a commentary on the sin of human beings. “I once knew beings who were greater than humans but wore their skin. Stripped of what differentiated them, they became lost and wandering. Sad, but weak all the same. They were good friends and allies once.”
Tilting her head a bit, it might accentuate the length and thickness of the girl’s oddly wavy horns, Tharia’s brows furrow lightly with a purse of her lips in question. “The original sin was Pride, wasn’t it? And then the pursuit of material possessions is Greed, right? Sorry, I’m kind of not from this neck of the woods, nor am I really intimately familiar with human mythologies and ideologies. Only some bare-bones research I had to do for something I needed to prepare against.” She at least… seems human, maybe she could refresh her think-pan on this.
“THE ORIGINAL SIN was SHAME! It was shame, and GUILT, and the fear of one’s own ANIMAL INSTINCTS! When Adam ate of the Tree of the Knowledge of GOOD and EVIL, he found himself so ashamed of his own nakedness that he was forced to cover his NETHERS in fig leaves – the FIRST clothing!” The hands of RAGYO KIRYUIN move, running down her body as if to accentuate and emphasize the cloth she herself wore – the nakedness underneath it, which was covered solely to protect her VANITY and her PRIDE, even if she had no QUALMS about baring herself for the eye. But CLOTHING was her purpose, her life, all that mattered in the WORLD and all that would ever matter.
“Even if you are not HUMAN, you yourself wear CLOTHING. It is the WEARING of CLOTHING that marks us as HUMAN BEINGS – creatures that have SHUCKED their natural instincts in favor of DRAPING our bodies in cotton, in wool, in SILK!”
That’s about the only reason I follow u, Jay
YOU followed for my shenanigans & not my stellar writing and
wonderful personality? I’m so upset, MC! We’re gonna fight.
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The lady’s got some fine biological craftsmanship working in her favor, that’s for sure. She’s… bright, something that causes her pupils to narrow in an involuntary action, flashing the great deal of orange that coiled in her iris. Tharia was never one for the light, shadows held a far more cool and comforting hold. “Clothing is a concealing weapon.” The lady went through all this bravado, might as well give her an answer.
Adjusting the ebony clothing that gives off a strange, unnatural sheen, Tharia gives a small, almost lamenting sigh. “I used to wear a great deal of white myself.” Those were… better times. Hard, but better times. Times when the many were not so far spread and broken, but unified in one cause to struggle through.
“I almost miss it, but I love that beautiful hair that you’re rockin’.”
A CONCEALING WEAPON. For that description, RAGYO KIRYUIN provides only the sharpest of cackles, though her laughter was only as COLD as the rest of her body, reverberating through the room in a way that was INHUMAN – as though the sound came from EVERYWHERE. From within her, from without her. But she was as much EVERYWHERE as her CLOTHING was – the Kiryuin conglomerate spreading REVOCS clothes as far as the world could see them spread.
“I applaud your answer,” She says, with the TRAIL of her laughter still inside her sentence. “And your FLATTERY does not go unnoticed.” RAGYO KIRYUIN was a vain woman, and her body was as much that which ADORNED her as her clothes did. All of it was a choice, which FLATTERED her body as well as it could, in as SINFUL a display as was possible.
“Yes! CLOTHING is a WEAPON; to harm or defend. The original SIN which still STRIKES OUT at the world, ensuring its destruction over the pursuit of MATERIAL THINGS. Man’s ORIGINAL SIN as a whole!”