Ashes to Ashes {Inari/:/Open}

[Ilka Florin]

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[Inari Florin]

Mar 17, 2012 12:51:56 GMT -5 Stern said:

Inari

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[atrb=background,http://i1020.photobucket.com/albums/af324/Rockheart_ArtDelivery/InariTableMiddle.png] Inari had been wandering the halls after her long 'appointment' with her hall monitor. She couldn't understand why they were all so worried about her staying out late after curfew or sneaking out when none of them were looking. She gave out a frustrated sigh; they were all a bunch of slacking big-mouths anyway. Inari continued down the hall until she saw a flash from a linked hall. Out of pure curiosity Inari moved quickly to see what it was. She pushed herself off the ground to where she was levitating just a few inches away from it. She peaked around the corner and found herself following the next tunnel until she reached the arena. She could see something burning, or at least it was burning until a familiar figure put it out. With a sly smile, Inari floated until she was only a small ways from her sister. She watched her sister attack and as soon as she attempted to put the flame out. A little late to put out that flame eh? The mew-girl observed, looking to the pile of ash. And people wondered why she didn't train very much with her older sister. She was amazed that after any training session with her, she would still be able enough to walk... Well float really. She brought herself into a sitting position in the air, But at least it not hard to see why I always lose when I train with you. She said a bit sadly, it would be nice to use that much power but then again what would she need it for? She's the brains and apparently brains don't need much power... Inari let out a soft sigh. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Talk" Think "Listen ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Words: 477 Tagged: ~~ Notes: ~~ Credits: Mew ~*~ Table by Stern

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[Ilka Florin]

Ilka’s head whipped around as she heard Inari’s voice. She smiled and got to her feet, her hands pushing her lithe body off of the cold floor, “Had I wanted it to not burn to the ground, I would have used something a bit more flame resistant.” She grinned slightly at her younger sister, her pale ears held up slightly, but still pointing mostly back from her head. She brushed off the back of her light jacket and then looked back at Inari, who was now sitting in midair. She could hear the sorrow in her sister’s voice, something she was attuned to, but she couldn’t think of what to say to make it all okay. “Well, anyone can burn things to the ground. I doubt ten percent of the world’s population is good at bringing things back up.” She smiled slightly at Inari, “Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, Inari.” She walked over to her sister and hugged her gently, her tail twitching like a cat’s as she heard her sister sigh.

[Inari Florin]

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[atrb=background,http://i1020.photobucket.com/albums/af324/Rockheart_ArtDelivery/InariTableMiddle.png] Inari's little sad moment turned into her usual giddy-up state. She gave her sister a light grin, I suppose that is true eh? When she was hugged, Inari could feel her face brighten with a blush. She had always like being pampered by her sisters and sometimes even her brother. She gave her sister a proud smile and patted her head, though it ought to be the other way around. Don't suppose your willin' to take on something a lil less flammable right now are ya'? She said in a southern accent, an accent she had heard one of the grunts using. It sounded amusing to her so now the mew-girl would use that type of speech whenever she could. Though she usually only spoke like that to make another smile or to show off. Well either way, the mew-girl's grin had turned into a mischevious smile as she poked her sister with her tail. I'll bet I've gotten a bit better than the last time you took me on. A glimmer shoned in her eye. She didn't want to remember her last trainings results, she had failed epically and found herself having to get stitches from the multiple times she had smashed into the wall. It all healed rather quickly thanks to her ability to transform. This time she would see if she could last longer than last, a little fire burned in her belly. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Talk" Think "Listen ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Words: words Tagged: tag Notes: notes Credits: Mew ~*~ Table by Stern

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[Ilka Florin]

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[Inari Florin]

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[atrb=background,http://i1020.photobucket.com/albums/af324/Rockheart_ArtDelivery/InariTableMiddle.png] Inari narrowed her eyes in return to her sister's raised eyebrow.Pffft, you know you like it. Inari stuck her tongue out, the mischevious gleam returning to her eye. She couldn't wait to try out a new tatic she had come up with when she was training with one of her training partners. What was better was that she was sure that it would catch her sister off guard for at least a moment. At least thats what she hoped would happen. Impertinent? I believe you meant incredulous, dear sister. Inari chuckled and stretched, and to her suprise she felt rather stiff. Inari could only guess why she felt so oddly stiff. (Especially since she hadn't actually been doing anything 'active before this...) Another grin spread itself across the mew-girl's lips. Oh? You should already be scared of me. She teased as she tested out her arms by reaching out and pulling them back. Another idea had crossed her mind, since she knew she was most likely going to be underestimated (again), Inari thought of the most brilliant way to end the battle. She wanted to laugh evily but unfortunately for the mew-girl, evil laughs just weren't her thing. They always sounded so creepy, to her ears at least. Inari watched as her sister took her position, an obvious favorite of the reshiram-girl. Inari merely 'sat' and watched her sister beginning what the mew-girl liked to call her 'warning pose'. Somehow that pose always reminded the mew-girl of a pokemon getting ready to swipe at whatever came first. She heard her sister's words through her mind. This 'flammable' thing is more than ready. She practiccally laughed through the psychic link. Inari floated backwards some and most likely to some suprise began to glow. She had always started off by transforming but not this time. Nope, Inari glowed, held out her handfinger tips pointed upward and summoned forth a ball of pure, bright purple-ish aura. Instead it shooting ahead by itself, Inari actually threw it at her sister. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Talk" Think "Listen ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Words: 337 Tagged: ~~ Notes: Great balls of... aura? Credits: Mew ~*~ Table by Stern

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[Ilka Florin]

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[Inari Florin]

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[atrb=background,http://i1020.photobucket.com/albums/af324/Rockheart_ArtDelivery/InariTableMiddle.png] If the mew-girl found her laughs to sound creepy to her ears then her sister just made a new record of creepiness. Her voice sent a chill up her spine which made the girl wonder just how could her sister sound so evil... Then again Ilka had always had that certain 'charm'. Inari gave her sister an exagerated sad face, Now, now, saying again so easily kinda breaks my heart here. A quick smile flashed across Inari's face as she caught her sister by suprise. It was truly not too often that she ever did anything of the such. Okay, more like extremely rare... So rare that the girl wanted to whoop in her success but her celebration was cut short when her sister all to quickly recovered the attack. Well at least she didn't have to worry about her ever getting too badly inju... Lets make that hardly injured. Inari had already quickly analyzed her sister's state and wanted to drop her jaw in disbelief; she hardly looked like she had even been hit! But Inari had no time to voice her opinion on her elder sister's 'sturdiness'. She watched and reacted as Ilka sent one of her sun-colored flames at her. Inari cursed under her breath and held her arms in a blocking gesture. She would've tried to dodge but she was too absorbant in her recent 'victory' that she had mistimed her steps and now she was prey to her sister's flames. Inari's arms felt the searing burn of the flames as they crashed against her. She grit her teeth, trying to deter as much of the flame as she could from her light body. The defense came out as a flash of blue and the girl's eyes were lit in a bright blue. Her infamous psychic... her only real means of defense against her sister's monster of attacks. Even then there was still enough damage to make Inari wish she had a recovery move... As she worked her mind, picturing the flames splitting off like water smashing into a pole; Inari found herself against the rather painful cooler air of the arena grounds. Inari wanted to look at the damage of her arms but instead she merely grinned, her form glowed once more but this time instead of throwing more balls of aura at her sister Inari's body changed that to match a ninetales. Something a bit more 'fire-resistant' she would've said if her mouth wasn't full of a bright intense heat aimed at her sister. In a moment, Inari's mouth blew out a bright stream of flame. She wanted to return that blasted ten-fold and thus didn't hold an inch of power back. There was absolutly no need for her to do that if she intended to 'live' as the grunts might say. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Talk" Think "Listen ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Words: 494 Tagged: ~~ Notes: Fear me, if you dare~* Credits: Mew ~*~ Table by Stern

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