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Minke

Ink with a splash of magic.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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An organization of slayers made to prune the troublesome within the population of demons, vampires, werewolves, and other supernaturals.
Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

Description

Art belongs not to me!

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Age: 20
Gender: Female
Nationality: Terran/Aslundian
Race: Native American Indian/Chinese/Spanish

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs
Build Athletic
Skin Color: Beige
Hair Color: Black and curly
Eye Color: Purple, slanted

So begins...

Minke's Story

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Just minutes after Damian had gone into Gambit's, a woman followed. She wore a loose shirt with long sleeves, cut low with the front stylistically cut so it looked as if it had been ripped. The grey shirt she wore underneath gave bulge to her breasts, which, upon one, she had the words tattoo'd:

You like?


Her pants were khaki cargo's, and her shoes were rubber flip-flops. She had fingerless blue gloves on her hands, and her thumbs hooked into her belt hoops. She had absolutely sharp features, with slanted, almond-shaped eyes that were as black as coal, her hair of the same shade, pulled back into a tight ponytail that went down her back in numerous braids.

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Turning her eyes to watch the white-haired woman walk out, the woman rose a brow, but only brought her eyes back to the front. She watched another kid pass her tot the bar before a voice piped up, aimed toward her. The coal eyes flickered toward the effeminate blonde man.

With a wolfish grin, she responded, greeting him with a simple "Hello." She drew out a stool with her foot, then sat herself on it. Right beside the lad. This is the time she turned, and a light outside caught her eye.

"Do you see that?" she asked the blonde, pointing outside. "Because I have to be sure I'm not going insane."

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Minke bit her bottom lip, looking from the menu to Damian's face. "Oh, I can understand that." she said, lifting a hand to remove a small braid from her face, tucking it behind her ear, "It just depends what kind of crazy." Whether it was a flirt or a joke, it would be hard to tell.

"You want to buy my drink? Oh, sure, go ahead. A '61 Imperial, if you would." She was not going to skip this chance. By the way she dressed, she must have gotten it often enough.

She reached up at one of the jellyfish, head tilting to the side. "You think these guys shock like the ones in the water?"

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Minke snickered, a hand coming up to her mouth. She crossed her ankles and leaned her elbows onto the table. "I'd answer, but-"

Quite suddenly looking out of the door, the woman frowned. She stood up from her seat, eyes wide, "-I have to go. So sorry!"

Right as she flashed him another smile, then turned abruptly to exit, she found herself, face-to-face with another woman, just about to bump into her. She was in such a panic that she grabbed her wrist and flipped her over her back, landing her on the seat Minke had just been sitting in.

"Ah...sorry about that! You startled me!" she cried, out the door quickly.

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A black blur whipped through the marketplace, swiftly weaving through the people and creatures of Wing City. It ducked and jumped and spun every which way, taking detours and sudden turns from their path. As they passed a booth with scarves being displayed in the front, a green one was snatched before the vendor even knew it. At another, a shawl, and then a pair of spectacles.

The black blur disappeared, and standing at a booth, marveling some jewelry, was a woman with a green scarf tied over her head and a red shawl drawn over her shoulders. She bent over the booth in great interest, a pair of thin bronze glasses on her face.

"Ohhhh. Veeery beautiful."

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"I do, I do," she chanted to the woman, voice high and delicate, faked as much as her interest. "How much would you say it is?"

Waiting a few moments until she was sure, the woman looked back, the scarf covering her face. She drew the shawl in tighter to her body, careful to keep her hands out of sight. "I've never seen jewelry like this before. You must be from an awful far ways away."

She heard the clop of footsteps behind her, running hastily. Was that a bunch of kids or...?

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There was a small gasp from the young, cloaked woman, and she took a step back from surprise. Her hand came up to the scarf as she drew it down from her lips. The flash of a tattoo on her hand became apparent.

"How'd you find me?" she spat low in a whisper, as if it mattered at this stage. Her eyes darted around. She could escape. She could run. Easy. Just keep him talking.

"I thought I did a pretty good job. A little game. Who do you think has won?"

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The girl grit her teeth. "Ch. Like hell I'm going back to that!"

Grasping the table that held the jewelry, the tossed it upward, a momentary distraction before she went flying into the crowd again, shedding the borrowed clothing and revealing all the dark tattoos along her arms.

"You aren't going to catch me again! I can't allow that! I'll die!"

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Minke sprinted, fists pumping at her sides as she whipped by the crowd, pushing over carts and people alike, trying to find a path out. Finally, she got into a small opening from the bustle, only to catch sight of the men on the rooftops.

Oh, but she was too late.

The boomerang hit her feet and tripped her up, the woman twisting to land on her back just at the right time. She extended one hand upwards, and the spiked ball and chain slipped off of her arm, her hand grasping the handle.

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"Not...yet!" she cried, hauling her arm forth, bringing with it the spiked ball. It would come down onto the left man as she rolled, planting squarely into his chest. She used the weight to bring her to her feet, kicking the man off of the weapon and swinging it around over her head. She backed away from the remaining man.

"Get back!" she hissed, one hand extended toward him, the other raised high with the weapon. Her brows brought together and her teeth gritted. She let this linger a moment more before the weapon melted back into her arm and she bolted again.

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She was sure she was about to die. She was sure this was the end. So she had not gotten away, but that did not me-

As the man appeared ahead of her, she skidded to a halt, looking behind her for her pursuer, who was...being mauled. By a bear. Her eyes came back to the man, decorated in ink in more of an abundance than herself. Her eyes widened.

"I'm...fine..." she breathed, looking down the alleyway. What to do? What to do! Did she have much of a choice?

With a second more of hesitation, she printed down the alleyway, feeling her chest tighten and her lungs burning. She had to stop soon, but only when she got far enough away.

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She walked in with hesitant steps, hands splayed before her. She was ready to use the ball and chain again if she needed to. She turned back to the man who had only just saved her life, stepping backward.

"Exciting. Sure." she said, crossing her arms. She looked about his tattoo's, at the green light that emanated from him.

"Wait. You're a mage, too. So that bear...!"

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She turned her head as he circled her, tensing as his eyes ran about her ink. She pulled at the neck of her sleeveless black hoodie, then pulled up her shorts. Something similar." she said, her right hand clenching into a fist. It wrapped around a handle, attached to the chain that peeled off of her arm. Along with it, weighing her arm down, was the spiked ball. She raised it so that it spun above her head, as real and heavy as any other weapon forged from real steel.

"And there's a little more, but not much. I guess it works that much different between you and I. Never met someone with the same magic before."

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The woman flicked the weapon back onto her skin, and it became ink once more. She then cleared her bangs, which pasted onto her skin from sweat, out of her face. She was filthy, sticky, out of breath, but she was not miserable. After all, she had gotten away. But at what cost for trusting this man?

Returning a rather awkward bow, she cleared her throat, "Minke, sir," she said to him, "Just Minke. Nothing else. Why did you help me?"

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Keeping her eyes on him, she walked past, hand clasping into a fist. Just to make sure. He might have been a mage- ah, yes, that's exactly what he was- but that did not instantly make him a good guy. She still had to be careful. She did not come this far just to throw it away because she was being an idiot.

"You saved my life." she said, looking back at him before looking into the room. "How do I know I should keep trusting you, though? How do I know you aren't planning to use it for something else?"

Her eyes narrowed intently, lips stretching thin. "This is all rather sudden, if you look at it. Out of nowhere some guy comes out to save me? Like a hero. I didn't think those were around anymore."

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The woman's expression darkened as he spoke. He was not trying to convince her. He was giving her free reign. She did not trust him. She was about to turn around and leave, right there, find a way out.

...something stopped her.

Perhaps it was the tattoo's, perhaps it was because he saved his life, or maybe it was because she detected something genuine in his tone, but whatever it was, it pushed her just enough.

"Alright. Fine." she said, unclenching her fists. There were half-moons in her palms. "For a little while. I have questions for you. Tomorrow."

She walked past him, trotting quickly. She stumbled, but caught herself several times on her way.

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The little bell at the top of the door jingled.

A woman slid in, tugging the hoodie to her coat down as she looked around the place. She was of a strange sort; certainly not Caucasian, but certainly not anything immediately recognizable. She had high cheekbones, slanted eyes, tan, malt-colored skin, and a round face. Something else that seemed...intensely strange...

She had purple eyes.

Certainly not something human. But nothing else suggested otherwise. The woman ran her fingers through her mass of thick black hair, and pulled it over her shoulder before giving Red a large white smile.

"Nice place."

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Those bright purple eyes looked him dead in the face. "Ah, well, I was looking for a few tattoos, obviously. You're the only parlor in town that seems to, ah...mix tattoos with something very interesting, though." She leaned against the counter and glanced at the pictures that littered his wall.

"Ink magic is pretty impressive, don't you think?"

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"Oh, is that right?" Minke said to him, fingers tapping on her chin. "And what are those prices, do you think?"

Her mind reeled with all the choices. There was just so much she could do. But to what effect?

"Because, you see, I've just come to the knowledge that I harbor...an unusual amount of magical energy that I can't use without some kind of outlet. I was, well, hoping that a tattoo or two would be able to help me harness this energy."

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A woman slid into Gambit's bar, then, tugging the hoodie to her coat down as she looked around the place. She was of a strange sort; certainly not Caucasian, but certainly not anything immediately recognizable. She had high cheekbones, slanted eyes, tan, malt-colored skin, and a round face. Something else that seemed...intensely strange...

She had purple eyes.

Certainly not a normal human eye color, but the woman didn't seem like anything else. She ran her fingers through her mass of thick black hair, and pulled it over her shoulder. She then tugged at the blue scarf around her neck, looking around. Funnily enough, the first thing that caught her eye was the woman who was asking if someone needed a cab. Eventually, she would need one, but she had only just arrived.

"If you're still here, I'll need one later." she told the cab driver.

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Minke nodded, giving the cab driver a smile before she made her way to the counter. Something else took her attention; the bickering couple near the fire. She rose a brow, then shook her head. No business of hers- she wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole.

Sliding off her vest, she revealed the low cut hoodie shirt beneath, along with the little tattoo at the top of her breast. Two little words.

You like?

It was, perhaps, a silly tattoo to most, but it had been a test for the artist, who she was surely going to see in the future very soon. Sitting down, the woman combed her hair back with her fingers, and asked for a drink from the touch-screen menu. She glanced, once, at Kyorn and the cab driver.

...a bit of an intimidating man, to be watching the woman so closely. She tried to exchange glances with Eight.

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Minke nodded to Eight again, but just because the woman wasn't afraid, didn't mean that there wasn't any danger. She took her drink from the robotic tender after paying, and slid from her seat.

Just as she did, some guy knocked himself out from slamming his head into the counter. Minke stood there, blinking, with her mouth slightly agape.

"What the fuck, man." Minke had seen a lot of strange things in Wing City, but there were just some crazy ass motherfuckers that she couldn't understand at all. Like this guy, here.

Passing the man as quickly as she could, she went to sit close to Eight, sipping from her glass. She noted the...crystal tear falling off of the young girl's face, and widened her eyes. Well, it wasn't any more strange than ink magic, but hell.

"This place just gets more insane...you ever noticed that?" she asked the cab driver.

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Minke sat next to Eight with a look of disbelief on her face. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, and exhaled in exasperation. Her eyes flickered open, purple orbs staring straight into Eight's own eyes. "Seen it all, ah? You'll have to tell me all about it!" she told her, just before...

"...oh, are you really serious? I didn't even..." When the Cybrans stormed in, and Kyorn went to battle, Minke couldn't help but feel a bit baffled at the war that was going on.

Inside a bar.

"...ridiculous."

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Minke slunk down next to eight, just until all the shots died down, along with the people who raided the bar. Funny. Just as quickly as things escalated...

"A drunk...octopedal...you lost me, there." she said, finishing the rest of her drink. "You've seen the worst of the worst, haven't you? How does one protect themselves from a...what you ju-" She looked at her watch, then at the door.

"Dammit. Hey, I owe you one, alright? I'll see you next time. For now I really just...gotta run." said the woman, rushing out of the door.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Lady Une Drive

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Exiting the antique store on Lady Une, a woman, who's race couldn't be told at a glance, who had big, slanted eyes, a slightly round face, and plump lips, held between her fingers a bracelet. It was some kind of gold, perhaps thirty percent, cheap as a glass of water, but... intriguing. It looked like someone skinned a fish with the scales in tact and painted it gold. She slipped it onto her wrist, admiring its color against her skin.

Life was good, and she felt as though it was allowing her to be vein, if just this once. She was anything but shy that day, which was slightly warmer than it had been in the previous winter weeks. Enough that she wore a tank top with a jacket over it, zipped just above her belly button. She was showing her new tattoo off proudly; the two words in a question that asked, "You like?" in bold words, a heart in the very corner, right atop her left breast. A red scarf that wrapped around her neck hid it partially.

She walked down the sidewalk, without a care, without even a second thought. What did she have to worry about?