The world was a cruel and unfair place. Kira knew this, had long since stopped trying to reason with the notion of some kind of fickle fate that might offer her kindness. She had found it easier to just accept the cruel hand of cards life had dealt her, it made the days seem more bearable until the pain was nothing but a lingering, dull ache. Any tiny fragment of happiness could be ripped away in the blink of an eye, and so it was simpler to be jaded than to care. The Were had long since built and fortified an icy fortress surrounding her heart, and thus those subzero temperatures seeped out into her actions and words; every facet of her being was cold. It was almost ironic then that Kira would encounter another damaged soul like her, but one who had chosen to fortify her own heart with a wall of fire, her words spit like flames that threatened to burn those too close. They were polar opposites, and it was evident in how they clashed in these precarious moments, neither wanting to concede to the other despite how petty the reasons. Kira standing unsympathetic, her body language as frigid as a blizzard, while Vhalla seethed with a rage that could burn down cities.
Icy blue eyes never waver far from the other woman, narrowed in annoyance but always watching for even the most subtle of changes in body language. This crazy lady was exceptionally hard to read in her drunken state, from the clumsy movements to the slurred thoughts in her mind. It made her dangerous, and Kira was never fond of hanging around people who were dangerous for very long. Irritation was clouding her better judgment, every instinct that was telling her to leave and avoid a conflict she couldn't win had been hushed to a quiet whisper. It is only further silenced as vhalla begins to mock her signing, waving her hands in a disgusting, overexaggerated fashion that immediately struck a chord with the Were. To make fun of someone's disability? That was a line even some of the scummiest people didn't cross. The last people that had mocked her for her disabilities had been her captors, they had been the ones who had stolen her voice and consequently given her the name of Zero in return. There was a special place in Hell for people like this, Kira thought, her jaw and fists clenching. It was taking everything the woman had to not punch this stranger, a broken nose would suit her just fine.
Vhalla was only lucky that Kira could not hear most of the insults hurled at her, and reading her thoughts was like trying to piece together a puzzle with incorrect pieces. However once she takes those several steps closer, her words still at a shrill volume, can the Were begin to pick up bits of what is said. Naturally it isn't pleasant, she was being insulted now for being deaf and just simply existing apparently. Oh how hard Kira's blue eyes rolled then. Despite how much she would love to disappear, to simply vanish and never have to deal with anyone or anything ever again, it wasn't a possibility. If anything, the one that was stupid in this situation was Vhalla. So drunk that she lit herself on fire, stumbled into an argument with a bystander, and now collapsed onto the sand to vomit. There was a saying, about how people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, or perhaps a better one would be a pot calling the kettle black. No...despite how similar they looked to one another, sporting the same icy blue gaze and stunning white hair, they were nothing alike. The Were would never drag anyone into her problems, yet this witch was so desperate to drown hers in alcohol she had little care for those unfortunate enough to be collateral damage.
If there was even a sliver of sympathy for the girl now collapsed and vulnerable, it is quickly washed away. Her agitation that her pleasant evening was now ruined was boiling over quickly. She couldn't have anything nice, this world was so hellbent on ruining everything for her, not even a moment of peace or a cup of coffee. It pushed her over the proverbial edge, and, despite her better judgement, Kira finally reached out with her telepathy and allowed her voice to ring through the strangers mind. It wasn't very often she used her telepathy to communicate, much preferring to sign or simply not communicating at all. The words were harsh but perhaps not nearly as cruel as they could have been, yet her irritation was never more evident than in that moment. At the same time, she continued to sign despite no longer needing to, a habit more than anything. Any confusion Vhalla may suddenly have is quickly masked with immediate annoyance, her arms crossing as she defiantly claims to not have been mocking Kira."Last time I checked, waving your arms around in a poor attempt to mimic a deaf person was known as mocking," her words are cold, trying to make the witch feel some semblance of guilt over her behavior though she doubted it was possible for someone so stuck up.
It was getting harder to hear the woman again, she wasn't talking with the same level of volume that she had been moments before and Kira had been forced to take several steps back in disgust when she had vomited. Instinctively she took a step forward, turning her head very subtly in an attempt to pick up the words over the dull ocean noise, though her eyes never wavered from the woman's lips. She missed some of what was said, but managed to pick up that boasting about being amazing. Kira rolled her eyes then, somehow not surprised that this woman was convinced that. "People that are actually amazing, don't have to go announcing it to strangers," her words are matter of fact. It reminded her a lot of men that said how nice they were when trying to get a date, nice people didn't usually have to announce they were nice.
Unfortunately for Kira then, the woman has decided to turn her head away from her, making it nearly impossible for the Were to pick up anything being said. Instinct drives her to step closer until she is a mere foot or so away from her doppleganger, eyes narrowed in annoyance but also focus as she tried to make out whatever nonsense the woman was spewing out now. Unfortunately, she misses them, unknowing of the half hearted, almost apology she had gotten. It was endlessly frustrating when people decided to look away when they were talking to her, it made it much harder for her to make sure what she was hearing was right when she couldn't see their lips, and it also meant their voice was carrying off into a different direction than towards her making it harder to hear them above a muffled mumble.
Thankfully Vhalla looks back at her with her next question, and Kira is able to fully hear this one. She supposed it was a logical question, but it really seemed obvious. For a moment the Were hesitates, almost unwilling to offer her that explanation, that deep seated fear of all the trauma she'd endured for her power alone twisting in her gut. "I'm not completely deaf, I can hear you when you're close enough and loud enough," she states with a bit of a shrug while she signs, explaining that much wasn't very risky, it was already obvious she was deaf to some extent. "And then I can project my voice into peoples minds, nifty trick when you can't talk," she continued, offering only a half truth to the extent of her power. It was true that thats what Kira was currently doing, simply projecting her voice into the other woman's mind, but what she purposely failed to mention was that, if she wanted to, she could completely pick through her brain, read each of her thoughts, if she really wanted to. It was better if she didn't know that, if she had been hostile before, that would likely make her even more hostile.