Post by Majin Meringue on May 13, 2024 17:33:43 GMT -5
Who was Moire exactly?
Was she good or evil?
These were the two questions that Meringue had been entertaining in her little mind since she first stumbled across her pastel comrade. At first, she simply saw the arcanist as a fellow sibling originating from the same creator but, after discussing her nature, there clearly was something more complex to her character...
She didn't care for the historical value of the archeological remains that she oh-so-inconsiderately pulverized, instead opting to dedicate her undivided focus toward her end-goals. This was one less point in her favor, but Meringue really got the heebie-jeebies when Moire shot her that little smile and let a little threat loom. "F-far nashtier?!?!" The Biomajin thought to herself, a knot forming in her throat as her mind conjured a cartoonesque depiction of Moire surrounded by a dark sky and raining down magical lightning on a chibi version of Meri.
Truly, a vision of nightmare!
She preferred not to linger too much on her vision and instead shared her obsession for comics books, which inadvertently caused that situation where the impending disaster was left for Moire to manage. She acted quickly, getting the tubby blob of yellow out of harm's way with a solid yank. Meri yelped, her crimson irises widening to cover the entirety of her eyes as faux-tears leaked from her ducts. "AAAAAAH!" Instinctively, she sought refuge in Moire's arms, keeping her eyes shut a few seconds after the trap was activated.
When she opened them, she realized how... clingy she had been. Quickly, she backed away from the taller Majin, her yellow face turning bright red with her stubby tail thrashing furiously to boot. As the sighing Majin addressed her with a deep gaze, Meringue averted her eyes while anxiously twirling one of her headticles between two digits. "S-sho true... Mish Moire..." She demurely muttered, her stare driven toward the ground. "I'll be moar caweful! Literally... sho cool... Mashin Moire..." Infatuated with her savior, Meringue tried to be more wise and followed in tow behind Moire, letting the older Majin lead the way.
Was she good or evil?
These were the two questions that Meringue had been entertaining in her little mind since she first stumbled across her pastel comrade. At first, she simply saw the arcanist as a fellow sibling originating from the same creator but, after discussing her nature, there clearly was something more complex to her character...
She didn't care for the historical value of the archeological remains that she oh-so-inconsiderately pulverized, instead opting to dedicate her undivided focus toward her end-goals. This was one less point in her favor, but Meringue really got the heebie-jeebies when Moire shot her that little smile and let a little threat loom. "F-far nashtier?!?!" The Biomajin thought to herself, a knot forming in her throat as her mind conjured a cartoonesque depiction of Moire surrounded by a dark sky and raining down magical lightning on a chibi version of Meri.
Truly, a vision of nightmare!
She preferred not to linger too much on her vision and instead shared her obsession for comics books, which inadvertently caused that situation where the impending disaster was left for Moire to manage. She acted quickly, getting the tubby blob of yellow out of harm's way with a solid yank. Meri yelped, her crimson irises widening to cover the entirety of her eyes as faux-tears leaked from her ducts. "AAAAAAH!" Instinctively, she sought refuge in Moire's arms, keeping her eyes shut a few seconds after the trap was activated.
When she opened them, she realized how... clingy she had been. Quickly, she backed away from the taller Majin, her yellow face turning bright red with her stubby tail thrashing furiously to boot. As the sighing Majin addressed her with a deep gaze, Meringue averted her eyes while anxiously twirling one of her headticles between two digits. "S-sho true... Mish Moire..." She demurely muttered, her stare driven toward the ground. "I'll be moar caweful! Literally... sho cool... Mashin Moire..." Infatuated with her savior, Meringue tried to be more wise and followed in tow behind Moire, letting the older Majin lead the way.
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.)
Notes: N/A
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Impossible Recovery [1/1], Raw Talent [2/2], Regeneration [1/1], Steaming Mad [1/1], Tenacious [1/1]
Passive Items: Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Battle Items [2/5]: Battle Armor [1/1], Sage Staff [2/2]
WC: 347
TWC: 3514
Notes: N/A
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Impossible Recovery [1/1], Raw Talent [2/2], Regeneration [1/1], Steaming Mad [1/1], Tenacious [1/1]
Passive Items: Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Battle Items [2/5]: Battle Armor [1/1], Sage Staff [2/2]
WC: 347
TWC: 3514