Liu Ishmael is so hot

[teamol]

Out of all her identities, Liu Ishmael seems like the, in contrast to her burning fists, chilliest one. Though the destined history of having been on a cruel sail stays, thanks to the friendly working environment and relatively well treatment, Liu Ishmael usually has more stable mentality comparing to those in other shards.

She's somewhat a loner, indeed, but she's respected and people have high praise on her. Ishmael is that big sis of yours, not chatting much, but when there's trouble, people go to her for help, and to them she provides her best support without saying much.

Ishmael loves eating cuisines in town during free time, especially those delicious beef noodles. A bowl for breakfast before work, one more bowl for lunch to recharge herself up, and sometimes a bowl after work for rewarding her tiresome days. Due to the oily bowls she consumes everyday, she's got an oily bowel too.

Ishmael doesn't take long in toilet, sufficient amount of exercise and protein makes her stomach metabolizes well. The waste she pushes out also tend to stay complete, and it's her secret entertainment to, after each session in toilet, look back into the water, check her proud, latest creation, and take a deep breath.

Due to her history of sailing harsh seas, Ishmael's nose is trained to smell out the slightest change in the wind. That also makes the chili from the soup and the fresh juice from the beef stands out to her nose, even in the form of waste. She would, expressionlessly even though much contented, take a deep breath before flushing it down. Glisteningly shines The slight oil across the light-brown surface she just created, indicating enough hydration and movement through out the day, and the odour though a bit stimulating due to large amount of beef intake, somehow has an attractive personality pervades the whole stall.

"Hmm. Not bad." Ishmael couldn't help but smile a little, before she flushes away what had been that noon's beef noodle. The toilet's water pressure's bit too strong, splashing back onto her pants, but she doesn't even care. Ishmael just stares right into the little vortex, tainted bit by bit, like... like the abyss she saw on the ship.

Sniff. Sniff. She immediately crouches, hands on the rails in front of the deck.

She smelled it. The wind changed. And something evil, really evil is soon to arrive.

"Everyone, embrace yourself! The wave is coming!"

The lightning brutally slashed through the anxious air, the storm and the rain - or probably the waves tremendously hitting on the swaying ship, that she couldn't distinguish - almost sinks her shout over. The dark clouds with their unspoken conspiracy far from her left shoulder last second, next second it's the roaring sea. Every time, although she had already sailed many times and far, deep down in Ishmael, she still fears the ship would simply dismantle right in the middle of the wrath of the great lake, every time.

And just like the fate decided to mock her, the ship broke. A straight line, right in the middle of it, amid the rumbling water, almost like the boiling pot in hell, yet so cold, so freezing to the bone. It brought the falling Ishmael into itself. As every drip of the water flowing into her nose and mouth - she couldn't breathe - took away every last inch of warmth from her, it was so cold that she even felt pain everywhere her skin touched the water. Furious, inescapable, desperate. Yet, it just keeps going down. She just keeps sinking away, as if the great lake is but an infinite abyss...

Knock-knock-knock. Quick knocks on the toilet door, indicating urgent inquiry of Ishmael's progression in here. That suddenly brought her into the reality again.

"Sorry! I am done - oh," jumped out from the stall, Ishmael almost bumped into Faust, who's hugging her stomach, with her expression distorted so slightly, yet enough to make everyone who know Faust to be concerned. "Faust, I am sorry. Are you alright?"

"Faust... should have washed the tea cup..."

Faust didn't say much more, she slipped right in, and the stall door locked up again. Lunch break was not ended yet, at least for another few couple minutes. Ishmael, felt just rescued from drowning yet completely dry, stood there, right outside the stall now occupied by Faust. Ishmael quietly, yet deeply, breathed in the winding up odour of Faust's running stomach, and the violent noises Faust usually makes, in contrast to her cool look.

Ishmael couldn't help, but made an face she seldom showed to people outside, under her bright orange hair. This time, it wasn't compelled by the harsh training of her sailor days.

Maybe when she's got time, she should join their tea party sometimes too, she thought to herself.

[Minh]

Literally.

[Iggy the Unwise]

That's a lot better than the last thing you posted, good on you.

[Reptiloid]

Yeah.

[Atma]

Did not read but I assume this had Ishmael's bodily fluids again.

[Birp]

It's pretty good.

[infantMajesty]

She reminds me a lot of Arima Miyako from Tsukihime/Melty Blood.
She's my favourite Ish but I end up using Molar more often.

[TheUglyDuckling]

did you know in human and identity forms liu ishmael is the most breedable one