Byakko, Yukiin was not himself, the sensation of having his flesh ripped apart with such apparent ease had left him stunned and confused, the second in a string of losses and failures that continued to pile up at his feet. They seemed like leeches, draining of him of something vital. The pride and force of will that he exuded innately had become chipped and given way to the slight sight of an unseemly shadow beneath that had begun to react oddly with his inhuman state. There was something dangerous in the depths down inside himself that licked its wounds and grumbled with barely restrained fury, a heat in his otherwise metaphorically and literally cold self.
As anyone with eyes could see it was unraveling him, slowly to be certain but he had an eternity now as an immortal to unravel and lose himself to something that wasn't himself. Perhaps he had been too prideful to believe that he had exceeded the state of his peers as Revenants, maybe they were in better shape to start with as well and a series of wounds and damages that a human could recover easily from, but which they could not, set them onto a path of self-destruction. This concerned Yukiin greatly and his playful nature in this place, his home, was diminished as he attended to his duties. The overall effect was that he had to sweep aside 'check ups' that he was certain he hadn't asked for and which were not the routine for Kinjutsu recovery to ensure that he wouldn't become completely unstable.
The medic snapped a coffee stick in half between his lips, growling as his talons dug into his desk at the sound of the alarm going off. He was losing control over these parts of himself as well, these animal pieces of himself which heralded a heritage that seemed so lost and foreign to him that he might as well call himself something else entirely. Byakko, inheritors of the Toroano's "beast powers" so to speak, born in the semblance of tigers and the like, what an odd thing to be...he considered that he had never really been human to begin with if he was honest. He'd tinkered with adjusting his physical form now that his skin was just for show but no matter how he tampered with it the claws came along for the ride. Removing them didn't help, several scattered 'bloody' claws and instruments were laid across his table as he attempted to declaw himself several times over the past few weeks and they simply regenerated.
Byakko, Yukiin worried that there were fights with himself that he might lose as he did to external ones.
It unsettled him.
Humanization was critical, or so he was told, so much of the educational work had been shifted onto his lap in order to keep him engaging with outsiders and to ensure his 'condition' didn't drift too severely without notice. He didn't care, he'd eat at himself anywhere so doing it in someone else's view didn't matter much.
Yukiin stretched his tendrils out, white vines capturing and releasing into their proper arrangement the desks and chairs in the study so that they were out of his way leaving only his own chair and the guest's chair. The room was laid out with various plants, not kept in pots and jars but left in clumps of sculpted dirt that let them run their vines freely and allowed their attendant to get the most out of them as kept plants grew poorly. Flowering blossoms and bulbs dotted the room haphazardly but the furniture in place was left untouched and in fine condition, these things weren't his to tamper with after all. Most offices had books and the like but Yukiin had removed most of them for his actual study, this was a place to deal with outsiders and he had no desire to impress them.
The only piece of technology running was a lone coffee pot, absurdly large and commanding as it was the only non-plant thing besides furniture in the room. It buzzed and churned near constantly. The contents were almost always fresh, several of the plants kept here were strains of cocoa plant modified to take up less space, yield faster, and recuperate the damage required to extract the beans. Yukiin had crushed several of these mere minutes ago and left the pot half full as he drew a cup and set it on the table between the pair of chairs, a platter of sugar cubes (also freshly made by the doctor himself, undyed in its natural brown) and a small pitcher of honey left to bring it to taste regardless of what appetites his guest.
Unless they didn't like coffee at all. At that point he might just have to kill them.
He smiled to himself, it was a funny thought.
Maybe not even a joke, guess they'd both learn something in that case...
The purpose of today's meeting was to gauge interest, scout talent, and educate on the mission and purpose of Kumogakure's Medical Branch. Yukiin had been forced into this 'advertisment' position despite the fact that he was a boy's height of a man filled with void, ice, and tendrils that could surgically extract organs...but somehow that made him one of the most friendly doctors available to chat with people.
He put on his best face, white hair neatly pulled back and teeth bared in the friendliest fashion he could engineer as he heard footsteps down the hall, a pair of them at least. Likely a secretary or attendant helping the student find their way to his office space, or maybe they were worried he'd do something rash...a rude assumption but not an unfair one. He was the first of his kind, what were they to expect him? There was no "So You've Brought Home Your First Unique Kinjutsu Monster" book about how to get a proper cage, bulb, and feeding schedule for your newly acquired monster...unless he wrote one.
Yukiin took one white icy tendril out, slipping from his skin, to hastily scribble that idea down on the notepad in front of him so he wouldn't forget.
Maybe his humor was recoverable after all.
He waited until the door opened and then spoke to the new potential recruit.
"Welcome, please have a seat and coffee if you prefer. I am Byakko, Yukiin. No one special, just a Medic so while I expect you to maintain respectful courtesy you do not need to feel excessive pressure. This is merely supplemental education and a way to gauge your aptitude and interest in our work, when you are comfortable please confirm your name, rank, and current knowledge of what we, as the Mednin Branch of Kumogakure, do for the village."
He was indifferently chill but to the point, like an ice cube pressed against the spine.
As anyone with eyes could see it was unraveling him, slowly to be certain but he had an eternity now as an immortal to unravel and lose himself to something that wasn't himself. Perhaps he had been too prideful to believe that he had exceeded the state of his peers as Revenants, maybe they were in better shape to start with as well and a series of wounds and damages that a human could recover easily from, but which they could not, set them onto a path of self-destruction. This concerned Yukiin greatly and his playful nature in this place, his home, was diminished as he attended to his duties. The overall effect was that he had to sweep aside 'check ups' that he was certain he hadn't asked for and which were not the routine for Kinjutsu recovery to ensure that he wouldn't become completely unstable.
The medic snapped a coffee stick in half between his lips, growling as his talons dug into his desk at the sound of the alarm going off. He was losing control over these parts of himself as well, these animal pieces of himself which heralded a heritage that seemed so lost and foreign to him that he might as well call himself something else entirely. Byakko, inheritors of the Toroano's "beast powers" so to speak, born in the semblance of tigers and the like, what an odd thing to be...he considered that he had never really been human to begin with if he was honest. He'd tinkered with adjusting his physical form now that his skin was just for show but no matter how he tampered with it the claws came along for the ride. Removing them didn't help, several scattered 'bloody' claws and instruments were laid across his table as he attempted to declaw himself several times over the past few weeks and they simply regenerated.
Byakko, Yukiin worried that there were fights with himself that he might lose as he did to external ones.
It unsettled him.
Humanization was critical, or so he was told, so much of the educational work had been shifted onto his lap in order to keep him engaging with outsiders and to ensure his 'condition' didn't drift too severely without notice. He didn't care, he'd eat at himself anywhere so doing it in someone else's view didn't matter much.
Yukiin stretched his tendrils out, white vines capturing and releasing into their proper arrangement the desks and chairs in the study so that they were out of his way leaving only his own chair and the guest's chair. The room was laid out with various plants, not kept in pots and jars but left in clumps of sculpted dirt that let them run their vines freely and allowed their attendant to get the most out of them as kept plants grew poorly. Flowering blossoms and bulbs dotted the room haphazardly but the furniture in place was left untouched and in fine condition, these things weren't his to tamper with after all. Most offices had books and the like but Yukiin had removed most of them for his actual study, this was a place to deal with outsiders and he had no desire to impress them.
The only piece of technology running was a lone coffee pot, absurdly large and commanding as it was the only non-plant thing besides furniture in the room. It buzzed and churned near constantly. The contents were almost always fresh, several of the plants kept here were strains of cocoa plant modified to take up less space, yield faster, and recuperate the damage required to extract the beans. Yukiin had crushed several of these mere minutes ago and left the pot half full as he drew a cup and set it on the table between the pair of chairs, a platter of sugar cubes (also freshly made by the doctor himself, undyed in its natural brown) and a small pitcher of honey left to bring it to taste regardless of what appetites his guest.
Unless they didn't like coffee at all. At that point he might just have to kill them.
He smiled to himself, it was a funny thought.
Maybe not even a joke, guess they'd both learn something in that case...
The purpose of today's meeting was to gauge interest, scout talent, and educate on the mission and purpose of Kumogakure's Medical Branch. Yukiin had been forced into this 'advertisment' position despite the fact that he was a boy's height of a man filled with void, ice, and tendrils that could surgically extract organs...but somehow that made him one of the most friendly doctors available to chat with people.
He put on his best face, white hair neatly pulled back and teeth bared in the friendliest fashion he could engineer as he heard footsteps down the hall, a pair of them at least. Likely a secretary or attendant helping the student find their way to his office space, or maybe they were worried he'd do something rash...a rude assumption but not an unfair one. He was the first of his kind, what were they to expect him? There was no "So You've Brought Home Your First Unique Kinjutsu Monster" book about how to get a proper cage, bulb, and feeding schedule for your newly acquired monster...unless he wrote one.
Yukiin took one white icy tendril out, slipping from his skin, to hastily scribble that idea down on the notepad in front of him so he wouldn't forget.
Maybe his humor was recoverable after all.
He waited until the door opened and then spoke to the new potential recruit.
"Welcome, please have a seat and coffee if you prefer. I am Byakko, Yukiin. No one special, just a Medic so while I expect you to maintain respectful courtesy you do not need to feel excessive pressure. This is merely supplemental education and a way to gauge your aptitude and interest in our work, when you are comfortable please confirm your name, rank, and current knowledge of what we, as the Mednin Branch of Kumogakure, do for the village."
He was indifferently chill but to the point, like an ice cube pressed against the spine.