Post by Sonya Chernova on Sept 19, 2020 12:21:42 GMT -4
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Lets have ourselves a little fun~
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Lets have ourselves a little fun~
you have my attention, dearie
[attr="class","itsover1"]Ishtar laughed a little at Mia's response to her respect. It wasn't a surprise at all. It was odd how comfortable she felt right now; despite the obvious promise of violence between the two of them there was a strange camaraderie that didn't dissolve. She crossed her legs and relaxed a little when a man in a mask entered, bowed to guest first and then lady before cleaning the table. After he left Mia went in about how she felt about her quirk. How she blamed herself. Ishtar would disagree-of course-she believed firmly in a quirks drawbacks not being a failing of the person. They were simply something that needed to be overcome after discovery.
She smiled and nodded when Mia thanked her; and glanced up when the waiter returned with two small cakes. One looked barely big enough to be compared to the size of a candy bar to Mia's hands. Yet Ishtar carefully reached out and took up a spoon, taking a small piece and popping it into her mouth. She savored it for several seconds, relaxing a little and exhaling. "Dark Chocolate, Blood Orange, that's just the beginning in there..." She whispered reverently and nodded to Mia just as Mia gave her a pensive look. Like she was going to ask an uncomfortable que-
Oh.
Ishtar didn't take her eyes off Mia. She did, however, sit a bit more still than she had before. Finally she looked down at her plate, focusing on it for several seconds before breathing deeply. "We met in college, she was a singer," Ishtar said; "Her quirk provided her with an extraordinary set of lungs and vocal chords; but her body was sensitive to the smallest imbalance, Glass Harp, she called it," Ishtar laughed and shifted a bit. "When she was a little girl, she lost her right arm to that side effect, got a prosthetic."
Ishtar looked up and gave her absolute best smile.
"Her last words to me were... 'It's only a tune-up! See you in an hour!'" She said with all the brightness and warmth she could possible muster. If she was going to repeat Setsuna's words; she was going to say it right. "There was a misfire when they reconnected her prosthetic. For most patients it would have been a pinch, some discomfort, maybe a headache," Ishtar shrugged; "Her entire sensory nervous system was overloaded, she had a heart attack, the result of a medical field still trying to adjust to the new reality of quirkers. A casualty of the early days of change. My wife was a statistic."
It wasn't harsh. There was no anger in her voice. There was an odd sense of peace about it. Realistically, it was bound to happen to anyone. Modern medicine still wasn't ready to deal with quirkers properly, it might be a century before it was. The likelihood of deaths caused by such a disconnect were not only possible, they were anticipated. It was just bad luck.
"No conspiracy there, Mia. She wasn't the catalyst that turned me into a monster if that is what you're wondering. She lived a beautiful life, filled the world around her with song, and gave me all the love I'd ever need for a lifetime... and then she died," She finished, simply, and leaned forward to take another bite of cake. "...she'd be so mad if I didn't finish this..."
She smiled and nodded when Mia thanked her; and glanced up when the waiter returned with two small cakes. One looked barely big enough to be compared to the size of a candy bar to Mia's hands. Yet Ishtar carefully reached out and took up a spoon, taking a small piece and popping it into her mouth. She savored it for several seconds, relaxing a little and exhaling. "Dark Chocolate, Blood Orange, that's just the beginning in there..." She whispered reverently and nodded to Mia just as Mia gave her a pensive look. Like she was going to ask an uncomfortable que-
Oh.
Ishtar didn't take her eyes off Mia. She did, however, sit a bit more still than she had before. Finally she looked down at her plate, focusing on it for several seconds before breathing deeply. "We met in college, she was a singer," Ishtar said; "Her quirk provided her with an extraordinary set of lungs and vocal chords; but her body was sensitive to the smallest imbalance, Glass Harp, she called it," Ishtar laughed and shifted a bit. "When she was a little girl, she lost her right arm to that side effect, got a prosthetic."
Ishtar looked up and gave her absolute best smile.
"Her last words to me were... 'It's only a tune-up! See you in an hour!'" She said with all the brightness and warmth she could possible muster. If she was going to repeat Setsuna's words; she was going to say it right. "There was a misfire when they reconnected her prosthetic. For most patients it would have been a pinch, some discomfort, maybe a headache," Ishtar shrugged; "Her entire sensory nervous system was overloaded, she had a heart attack, the result of a medical field still trying to adjust to the new reality of quirkers. A casualty of the early days of change. My wife was a statistic."
It wasn't harsh. There was no anger in her voice. There was an odd sense of peace about it. Realistically, it was bound to happen to anyone. Modern medicine still wasn't ready to deal with quirkers properly, it might be a century before it was. The likelihood of deaths caused by such a disconnect were not only possible, they were anticipated. It was just bad luck.
"No conspiracy there, Mia. She wasn't the catalyst that turned me into a monster if that is what you're wondering. She lived a beautiful life, filled the world around her with song, and gave me all the love I'd ever need for a lifetime... and then she died," She finished, simply, and leaned forward to take another bite of cake. "...she'd be so mad if I didn't finish this..."
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