[Well Ardoin, you asked, I'll deliver. One of my favorite RPs I've ever had with Miomai, who also happens to be one of the best RPers I know. Quite lengthy, but also fun to read, at least for me anyway. I believe this falls under your category as well, Illysia, though I suppose technically it could be a bit more action-y than is typical. The premise is basically that Miomai believes her goddess has assigned her to a killing, and Mariana is attempting to prove her wrong.]
Miomai shouts: Mariana!
Mariana raises her paws to her mouth and leans over the abyss, paying no attention to the inconcievable void. "Miomai!"
Mariana squints in the semi-darkness of the death realm, tilting her head slightly to the side and offering her friend a strangely warm and benevolent sort of smile. She swishes her tail back and forth behind her, swatting at the stale air casually. "So glad you could join me, Miomai. Thank you."
(20:24:39) Miomai runs up to Mariana and stops a few paces. She's angry that her friend followed her here and it shows in her posture: crossed arms, cold stare, and a twitching tail. "So, what brings you to these parts." she feigns polite smalltalk.
(20:25:58) Mariana smirks subtly at Miomai's signs of agitation. She gestures down the walkway. "The Dark Crystal, I imagine that's a good place to visit to try and get a word from Dakkru, yes?" She winks softly at Miomai. "I think it's high time your goddess gave you a more clear command to continue going after this individual you're chasing to kill. Time for her to voice her opinion. I think that's fair."
(20:31:01) Miomai's cold stare turns into one of anger for a moment which grows and then subsides. Miomai smirks and then explodes in laughter. She continues in this manner for a few minutes before catching herself, "You're kidding right? You want to get Dakkru to talk to us? Do you really believe she'll just appear and have some tea and cookies and discuss what she's been doing these past millenia? You really have no clue about the Goddess, Mariana. But I'll follow you to the crystal, because you are my friend, and I think we can clear this up."
(20:33:00) Mariana smiles slowly. She makes no rebuttle, strangely, but there is a telling glimmer in her eyes. It does not reflect fury, however, or even annoyance at Miomai's rebuke. Instead it seems like a stubborness, an unwillingness to back down or to falter. She turns on her heel with the soft clank of her armor and begins to navigate the erroded rusty walkway, silent save for her breathing, her eyes downcast towards the ground. "We're off, then."
(20:36:49) Mariana reaches out towards the purple lights flickering around the violent crystal. Her eyes reflect it, strangely wide open, and she peers up at the high-vaulted cieling for a moment. She suddenly bends at her knees, her head still tilted back to gaze upwards, coming to rest finally upon the crystal's core. "Goddess Dakkru," she says, her voice soft. "I don't really know you, to be perfectly honest. And frankly, couldn't give a damn about what you do and do not want. However, it seems you've asked something of my friend, and I'd like you to take a few seconds to come down off your haughty throne, wherever it may be, and give validity to her claims." She cups a paw by her ear and feigns waiting for a reply.
(20:40:56) Miomai shakes her head, "No, no, no, NO! Mariana! Now you're being rude and insulting to Mother Dakkru. And when you insult Dakkru, you insult me too. Is that why you are here? To insult me, and belittle my religous beliefs? Because you can't fathom them? Because they don't fit you way of thinking?" Miomai turns away from Mariana, clearly agitated and frustrated by her supposed friend's flippant "prayer" to her cherished Goddess.
(20:44:11) Mariana utters a soft sign under her breath. Her eyes flicker again, as if she is pained from deep within. She clenches her eyes shut, hard, and slowly bends to the floor, her paws and the tip of her nose hovering nigh above the cobblestones. When she speaks again, her tone is quiet and sincere. It breaks slightly. "Forgive me for my behavoir, goddess," she says. "You see, I've never been given good cause to believe in your doings. You or any other gods, for that matter. But now, I humbly come before you in your realm and plead for you to simply show a sign to your daughter Miomai." Mariana's eyes water with tears for some strange reason as she continues. "You see I love her very much. I suppose perhaps in some way I can't grasp, you do too. I'm asking you to simply show that love in a way I can grasp now, and tell Miomai whether or not what she is doing is your will. That is all I ask. That simple thing, and no more."
(20:50:26) Miomai returns her gaze on Mariana, a bit puzzled by it at first, since it is not at all how one prays to Dakkru, and then she realizes that this is all Mariana knows about any kind of prostration to a Goddess. The clamod smiles then, pleased at her friend's attempt at sincerity. She casually walks over to Mariana and offers a paw, "You're doing it wrong, but I appreciate the effort. We pray while standing. Proud." Deep respect wells up inside her. "But I still don't expect any sign, do you?"
(20:53:27) Mariana stands up beside Miomai, arching her brow. She tilts her head back towards the crystal, seemingly much more comfortable with her new position. "I do," she says simply. "I most certainly do. Miomai, how do you know someone didn't just 'lay' that path for you? Maybe the one you're after just has an adrenaline addiction?" She raises her paws towards the crystal. "Why would your goddess speak in so strange a way, hm? And why is she not more angry that you've yet to succeed in your task? For that matter, what's the ultimate goal of the task?" She sets her feet stubbornly, chin raised and eyes flashing with fire. "No. She can at least give you a sign, to carry out a task that you yourself know you do not wish to carry out."
(21:00:36) Miomai places her paw on Mariana's shoulder. Are warm gesture made cold by the fenki's armor. "I have thought about that, Mariana. Believe me I have. But the coincidences and the slight chance that I could just 'stumble' into this are too slight for me to believe." She reaches into her sack and pulls out the note, holding it in her paw but not allowing Mariana to read it's contents. "Who could have known that I was about to die at the hands of a cutthroat while trying to rescue some poor ylian? And also know that my favorite food is fish? And also know that I would decide to explore the Death Realm while I was here? That sounds like the omniscience of a Goddess to me, don't you think?" she waves the parchment. "And at the end of the trail of fish I find this note. What more of a sign do you need? Do you want to see the Goddess herself, in her shimmering cloak of crystline shards and those piercing green halos for eyes? You'll not get it, I can assure you. This was enough for me, and it should be enough for anybody."
(21:06:51) Mariana shakes her head back and forth, circling the crystal. "First of all, Miomai, ever enkidukai and klyros I know loves fish, so we can rule that out. Two, if she went to all the trouble to PERSONALIZE it so much, why not simply write 'dear Miomai' at the top of the letter itself? Make it a bit more solid. Furthermore, do you have any idea how many people come through the death realm? So many things happen, just look at how badly trodden upon the sod is around here. They die off like one-eyed rats up there. I should know. I've lost count of my encounters with death." She circles the crystal, letting her paw trail in the gleaming light. "You speak of coincidence, but no more. And I've seen better coincidence in my life, even than that. Believe me." She smirks as if thinking on a memory. "I don't care how your goddess appears. Shimmering or no, piercing or no, I really do not care. A whisper, a word, heck, a bodiless voice, no visage necessary at all. But there is nothing. Simply a trail of fish and an unspecified note. That does not solidify to absolute certainty that that note contains Dakkru's wishes, and if it doesn't, you're letting a mere mortal use you for their designs, and, far worse than even that, assisting in POLLUTING the name of your goddess. So I say, yes. I do expect her to be more clear when her demands are so incredibly high." She throws her paws above her head and sets her chin, her legs as well in an almost defensive stance. "DAKKRU! I think Miomai deserves a clearer picture of your designs. Tell me, would you let a bit of pestilence possibly tamper with her? Would you truly allow it?"
(21:17:27) Miomai returns her folded parchement to the travel bag slung across her shoulder. She stands there and crosses her arms again, listening to Miomai's tirade. "You've got passion, my friend. Lots of passion. Don't let anyone ever take that away from you." she stands there for several moments longer listening to the hum of the dark crystal. When she thinks it's been long enough she says, "Okay, do you think you've made your point yet? She's not going to show up. She's not going to give us a sign of any kind. As far as that 'well worn path' is concerned, would you like to see where that path lead? I think you may find its not exactly a frequented spot, regardless of the number of bodies that find themselves reconstituted here." She beconnes Mariana to follow her out the door, "Come, we really don't need to be here anyway if Dakkru did want to give us a sign." and flashes a friendly smile.
(21:21:11) Mariana narrows her eyes at the crystal, putting all her frustration and blame on Dakkru rather than on her friend. She bares her teeth for a moment, that spark again present in her eyes. "You're just like all the rest, aren't you?" She says darkly. "You watch and you weave with a dispassionate air as the world falls and tumbles. As children die. As old widows are slaughtered and as countless are abused. You're pathetic. All that power and you remain distant as a far off storm, waiting to show your power only when someone threatens you. To the end with the lot of you. To the end. Rot in your high places, I've no use for heartless beings such as you." She abruptly turns her her heel, hot tears of frustration and anger and possibly even sorrow trailing down her face as she leaves the room.
(21:32:10) Miomai walks out of the room and shoves Mariana forcefully, "Listen, Mariana, you have no idea what you are saying. You think the Goddess is our caregiver? That she's supposed to make everything all better? Even when we bring it on ourselves? The starving in the streets, the sick and neglected, the abused...Who's doing the abuse?! Dakkru? No, Mariana, cruel, despicable PEOPLE! We make our beds, and WE'VE got to lie in them. The Gods and Goddesses made this world, and the rules of it, but it is WE who make of it what we will. And we're turning "topland" into a one big pile of consumer dung, slaying everyone for the fun of it, getting drunk beyond all comprehension...you name it, we've done it. It's all a part of that 'freedom to choose' you so cherish. Think about it, before you blame all our woes on the Goddess." she stomps her foot to mark the end of her speech and figuratively puts away her pedistal.
(21:38:20) Mariana stumbles forward as Miomai pushes her. Her posture stiffens, and the stoic fenki turns slowly, her expression strangely open. Eerie. Empty. She moves her paws towards the cinches of her armor and lets it clatter to the ground with a loud clang, clang and echoes throughout the cavern. She removes her shirt and pants, so that nothing is left but a shift that covers only the parts necessary to remain decent. Scars trace up her body, whip marks, deep, rendering her torso and upper legs nearly totally and completely without fur. She leans forward with a sneer, her eyes growing harder, colder, the long-held bitterness breaking past perfectly formed walls. "Do you think I CHOSE this?!" She grates. "Do you think I CHOSE as a child to be beaten and whipped within an inch of consciousness night after night?! Mari, do this, immediately, or I shall have to break another bone. Mari, that was not very good of you to break that pot there, I think that will cost you another hot iron to your skin." She growls deeply, the sound reverberating in her chest. "I can still his fingers on me, touching me, and I can hear my voice ringing in my head. I begged. To any higher POWER, for FIFTEEN YEARS. Do you know who heard me?! NO ONE. No god or goddess. Nobody. How DARE you imply that that entire ordeal was MY fault." She stands, trembling with rage, unable to continue as wave after wave of emotion wracks her body.
(21:52:04) Miomai's eyes widen as she observes Mairana's body riddled with scars. She turns away in utter guilt at herself for looking at Mariana for even that long. Her eyes water and she blinks away the tears but they only build up even more. Miomai responds slowly, carefully, and quietly. "I would never suggest that you are to blame for your own abuse, my friend." she says and her voice cracks. The clamod pulls an indigo square of cloth out of her pack and wipes away the tears, "Just as you had fifteen years of abuse, I have had my own kind of an abuse. It was not physical, but all in my head." and taps her skull, still remaining quiet and not looking directly at Mariana. "Please, I mean no disrespect to you my friend, my dearest friend." she shakes her head, trying to find the words to go on. "I don't think we should continue this conversation. We'll only hurt each other more, and that will not get us anywhere." she wipes away some more tears, and her lower lip is quivvering, exposing her deep sadness and regret at her friend's horrid past.
21:56:12) Mariana simply steeps in her rage for a few more moments, as if unable to stop the tide from pouring over the dam now that it was already begun. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, in and out, over and over, as if she can simply exhale out all the emotion with her breathing. She stoops down and picks up her clothing, donning it, followed by her armor. Her face is impassive again, blank, a well-worn and perfectly molded mask. She acknowledges Miomai's statements by merely a nod, the slumped line of her shoulders indicating that she's completely worn herself through. She turns on her heel and moves towards the exit of the death realm in silence.