♥ πππ£ππ§ππ πππππ£π€ [ You may find yourself in a caravan with a petite, clearly enthusiastic, teenage girl, her pretty, fresh face all but pressed against the window of the carriage, wide brown eyes eagerly scanning the scene outside. For someone who'd not so long ago found herself flailing in an icy sea, she's looking rather bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She looked warm within the grey fur coat they'd provided her, which hid another acid-washed grey jean jacket beneath it; it also concealed a small, subtly shimmering white rabbit with pale, jade-like eyes, tucked nearly unseen against her chest. Clearly she's warm enough for its liking. She'd found a couple friendly strangers with elemental powers to help her dry off, found a mirror to re-do her soft pink hair into a rose-like bun, and regained some sense of aesthetic dignity, even in crisis.
That dignity was only so well-protected, though, because once the carriage begins moving, she's too wound up to keep staring out the window, and instead decides to wind down by helping herself to the mini-bar. She finds there's a few fruit-flavored vodka nips amongst the selection, and grabs one β two, no, three little bottles, plopping them into her lap. They disappear within the folds of the poofy petticoats of a ruffled black skirt and maroon tunic, her long skinny legs sticking out in cream-colored leggings speckled with black pompoms, a matching muffler around her neck still, crossing her ankles rather ladylike in contrast to the over-sized black combat boots she wore. Whether she's spirited away on an alien planet in the dead of winter or not, she is presenting herself the best she can; she can't be stomping all up in this magical world looking like a schlub, distressed and cold or not. But really, she's about to be neither, cuz a little sip of something does quite a bit to warm a girl up inside and out. She goes to open one of the vodka nips, but catches herself suddenly. Shouldn't be rude. She turns to whoever's sitting next to her, reaching once more to the mini-bar in the console between them to pull out a fourth bottle β that one's for you. The other three are hers. ]
Ahβ Do you want one, too?
♥ π€π₯ππͺπππ πππ [ Maybe you're the lucky ducky who's found themselves sharing the room in the inn together. She's already claimed her bed, where there's a small white rabbit curled up asleep on her pillow at the head; but as for Miwako herself, she's clung to the video games pretty fast. She's found a simple rhythm game, some groovy dance music filling the room as she hits all the marks mostly on time with the notes. A natural. If you walk in while she's in the zone, you'll still be greeted with a bright smile β but then she scrambles her focus back to the game seconds later, not wanting the distraction to make her fail the current song. She does anyway, though, and huffs childishly at the controller as she sets it back down and stands to introduce herself proper, bowing a bit. ]
Boo, I lost... Sorry, sorry. Hi, hello! We're roommates, right? It's nice to meet you, my name is Sakurada Miwako. And yours~?
♥ πππππππ ππ π£ππππ [ The next morning after a restful night at the inn, much needed, she's in even more need of help with magic... She comes from a completely normal world. No magic. No powers. No spooky creatures. No heroes. No aliens. Well, not counting the famous hair stylist/makeup artist/professional genius Seiji-sama, but it's really just her theory that he's from the Glitter Planet, which in any case is obviously not... this planet. It would be better if so, she thinks. Glitter magic, what a thought~ She's kind of put out watching others practicing their magic in the training grounds, though, feeling still exceedingly normal. Nothing feels very different; in fact she quietly feels rather unexceptional β just like at home, if not even more so... She's pouting by herself off on the sidelines, huffing occasionally, resigned to observing the others after many failed attempts at what she's seen going on around her. Screaming "FIRE POWER, GO~!" didn't work the way she'd hoped it would. Her familiar has been no help, either; free from the crowds, a small white rabbit has been bounding about all morning, its fur softly glowing silver, crystal-like jade-colored eyes always seeking Miwako from across the training field, but it doesn't come to her. Just watches from afar. Is her rabbit even magic? Something doesn't seem fair... After too much ruminating on this, she turns frustrated to whoever's nearest. ]
Do you know what your special power is yet? I can't tell mine yet... What if I don't have one?
[ A sudden shocking realization hits, though, which she clearly takes very seriously as she lopes this poor stranger into her thought process. ]
...Oh, no! Do you think I could be cursed?!
♥ π€ππ π¨πππππ€ πππ π€π‘ππ£ππππ€ [ By this time, Miwako's at least figured out she has light magic. There's something. Does she know how to use it? Hell no. Her special powers at home were limited to rather talented sewing skills, some pretty decent playlists on her iPod (courtesy of her boyfriend in a punk band), and an impressive sense of time management in regards to scheduling hot rollers and curling irons into her morning routine. The closest she got to any kind of battle accomplishment was unlocking every one of Ulala's costumes in Space Channel 5 on her Sega Dreamcast. Any familiarity she had with magic powers was through maybe a one-shot magical girl doujinshi her mangaka mother may have published, but that's the sheer limit. A magical snowball fight is far outside her wheelhouse. But the rainbow iridescence of the snow is too alluring to be intimidated. She's in the thick of it with the rest of the travelers, but she's rather obviously struggling. Her snowballs at least seem to be glowing extra sparkly and rainbow-y, as if lit from within, but as for force... there's really none. Just particularly pretty snowballs. Her aim's shit, too. Womp-womp. Expect icy explosions of color hitting everywhere around you, except... you... ]
Sakurada Miwako βΏ Paradise Kiss βΏ light magic + moon rabbit
[ You may find yourself in a caravan with a petite, clearly enthusiastic, teenage girl, her pretty, fresh face all but pressed against the window of the carriage, wide brown eyes eagerly scanning the scene outside. For someone who'd not so long ago found herself flailing in an icy sea, she's looking rather bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She looked warm within the grey fur coat they'd provided her, which hid another acid-washed grey jean jacket beneath it; it also concealed a small, subtly shimmering white rabbit with pale, jade-like eyes, tucked nearly unseen against her chest. Clearly she's warm enough for its liking. She'd found a couple friendly strangers with elemental powers to help her dry off, found a mirror to re-do her soft pink hair into a rose-like bun, and regained some sense of aesthetic dignity, even in crisis.
That dignity was only so well-protected, though, because once the carriage begins moving, she's too wound up to keep staring out the window, and instead decides to wind down by helping herself to the mini-bar. She finds there's a few fruit-flavored vodka nips amongst the selection, and grabs one β two, no, three little bottles, plopping them into her lap. They disappear within the folds of the poofy petticoats of a ruffled black skirt and maroon tunic, her long skinny legs sticking out in cream-colored leggings speckled with black pompoms, a matching muffler around her neck still, crossing her ankles rather ladylike in contrast to the over-sized black combat boots she wore. Whether she's spirited away on an alien planet in the dead of winter or not, she is presenting herself the best she can; she can't be stomping all up in this magical world looking like a schlub, distressed and cold or not. But really, she's about to be neither, cuz a little sip of something does quite a bit to warm a girl up inside and out. She goes to open one of the vodka nips, but catches herself suddenly. Shouldn't be rude. She turns to whoever's sitting next to her, reaching once more to the mini-bar in the console between them to pull out a fourth bottle β that one's for you. The other three are hers. ]
Ahβ Do you want one, too?
♥ π€π₯ππͺπππ πππ
[ Maybe you're the lucky ducky who's found themselves sharing the room in the inn together. She's already claimed her bed, where there's a small white rabbit curled up asleep on her pillow at the head; but as for Miwako herself, she's clung to the video games pretty fast. She's found a simple rhythm game, some groovy dance music filling the room as she hits all the marks mostly on time with the notes. A natural. If you walk in while she's in the zone, you'll still be greeted with a bright smile β but then she scrambles her focus back to the game seconds later, not wanting the distraction to make her fail the current song. She does anyway, though, and huffs childishly at the controller as she sets it back down and stands to introduce herself proper, bowing a bit. ]
Boo, I lost... Sorry, sorry. Hi, hello! We're roommates, right? It's nice to meet you, my name is Sakurada Miwako. And yours~?
♥ πππππππ ππ π£ππππ
[ The next morning after a restful night at the inn, much needed, she's in even more need of help with magic... She comes from a completely normal world. No magic. No powers. No spooky creatures. No heroes. No aliens. Well, not counting the famous hair stylist/makeup artist/professional genius Seiji-sama, but it's really just her theory that he's from the Glitter Planet, which in any case is obviously not... this planet. It would be better if so, she thinks. Glitter magic, what a thought~ She's kind of put out watching others practicing their magic in the training grounds, though, feeling still exceedingly normal. Nothing feels very different; in fact she quietly feels rather unexceptional β just like at home, if not even more so... She's pouting by herself off on the sidelines, huffing occasionally, resigned to observing the others after many failed attempts at what she's seen going on around her. Screaming "FIRE POWER, GO~!" didn't work the way she'd hoped it would. Her familiar has been no help, either; free from the crowds, a small white rabbit has been bounding about all morning, its fur softly glowing silver, crystal-like jade-colored eyes always seeking Miwako from across the training field, but it doesn't come to her. Just watches from afar. Is her rabbit even magic? Something doesn't seem fair... After too much ruminating on this, she turns frustrated to whoever's nearest. ]
Do you know what your special power is yet? I can't tell mine yet... What if I don't have one?
[ A sudden shocking realization hits, though, which she clearly takes very seriously as she lopes this poor stranger into her thought process. ]
...Oh, no! Do you think I could be cursed?!
♥ π€ππ π¨πππππ€ πππ π€π‘ππ£ππππ€
[ By this time, Miwako's at least figured out she has light magic. There's something. Does she know how to use it? Hell no. Her special powers at home were limited to rather talented sewing skills, some pretty decent playlists on her iPod (courtesy of her boyfriend in a punk band), and an impressive sense of time management in regards to scheduling hot rollers and curling irons into her morning routine. The closest she got to any kind of battle accomplishment was unlocking every one of Ulala's costumes in Space Channel 5 on her Sega Dreamcast. Any familiarity she had with magic powers was through maybe a one-shot magical girl doujinshi her mangaka mother may have published, but that's the sheer limit. A magical snowball fight is far outside her wheelhouse. But the rainbow iridescence of the snow is too alluring to be intimidated. She's in the thick of it with the rest of the travelers, but she's rather obviously struggling. Her snowballs at least seem to be glowing extra sparkly and rainbow-y, as if lit from within, but as for force... there's really none. Just particularly pretty snowballs. Her aim's shit, too. Womp-womp. Expect icy explosions of color hitting everywhere around you, except... you... ]