Little Bit of Polish [Open]

[Kazehi Ryu]

It was a day off but that hardly meant lack of work; the towering man had little in the way of a social life, which perhaps was a little bit of a problem. He hadn’t really considered anyone a friend for a long time, and had become even more reclusive since the incident two years ago. As much as he despised the left arm he had, it was starting to become noticed little by little; observant folk resided in the village and questions were starting to form in the minds of those who observed the bandage wrapped limb.

When he’d broken his right arm training, he had been forced to use his left hand; and though he was left handed to begin with, the limb was clumsy and awkward not always responding as it should or when it did the reaction was overdone. So, swallowing his pride, the man had begun to rehabilitate the arm at home; doing exercises that worked the fine-motor skills of the fingers as well as training his mind to gauge the amount of force he put behind the use of the limb. One major factor that was working against him was that he couldn’t feel anything but a burning tingle in his shoulder where the joint once was during moving the limb.

The effort he took to make sure he could blend in, make it so people didn’t ask questions. He was fit and his body was well sculpted, people would think nothing of having a bandaged limb on his figure so long as it was moving and being used; at least that is what he hoped. For the last several years he had been keeping it out of sight and attempting to keep it out of mind but that was proving to be impossible the more Ryu interacted with people.

Since today was a day off, Ryu was using it to work on rehabilitation. By painting ceramic statues. Since he didn’t want to make a mess of his home, the towering man reclined in the small side yard beside the family residence he had inherited when his father passed on many years ago. He wore unembroidered, khaki colored hakama, and a sleeveless vest that covered him up enough to be considered decent but was left open and showed the heavy rippling muscle of his stomach and hinted at the slabs of his pectorals. The man’s hair was up in a warrior’s tail and blazing scarlet in the morning beams of sun bringing out the subtle highlights of his straight, thick hair. Violet-blue eyes seemed to be focused on the small statue of a samurai in full regalia, holding a katana to the side as a salute; but would flick up to pay attention to new motion around him for a moment. The monstrous arm was still wrapped in clean linen bandage from shoulder to finger tips but it held a brush that looked very, very dainty and tiny in the large fingers holding it. He was touching the brush to the ceramic carefully, hand shaking visibly when it got nearer to the statuette.

The samurai statuette was barely touched by color, more white-grey showing than the splotches of color that clashed a little garishly. Yet despite the terrible look of the work so far, Ryu simply rinsed and repeated the cycle of painting the thing with careful and measured motions.

 

[Ryu Hime]

Gen Ryu was doing her usual walk about the village of Stone. It is surprising just how many reactions her and her equine subjects get just for being intelligent as any other citizen. The Kazekage at the All Hallow’s eve festival thought she was some sort of hallucination. Tavi was pelted with peanuts at a bar while playing the piano. Shino was tightly hugged and then immediately thrown when she talked. If these experiences taught her anything, it is that human are weird and unpredictable. She would avoid them but that is pretty much impossible. Ryu was not a normal horse; she was a Night-mare to be exact. Her form was made to look like what her creator theorizes to be the creature that inspired the nightmare genjutsu. Her figure was that of a tall dark mare with a jagged horn on her forehead and insect like wings on her back. It was a frightening form but Ryu found it to be quite elegant. Her creator made Ryu look as real as humanly possible or perhaps beyond humanly possible due to the demonic influences her master had during Ryu’s creation. Her creator went through a lot to replicate all the systems: skeletal, muscular, respiratory and even circulatory. Her fur was real fur and skin was leather. Her creator had an eye for detail and spared no expense. Ryu made her puppets the same way.

When she saw the big armed man painting a statuette, she decides it would likely be better to say nothing. Though she did find it a little humorous seeing a man with such large hands using an utensil so small, but despite this she found him inspiring. He would serve as inspiration for a new puppet. She never made a male pony before and he could work as a nice model. Ryu’s horn glows with an emerald aura and a pencil and tablet of paper float out of her saddle bags. She then begins sketching the man and the statuette silently. Though she was not speaking, it is likely she would get an interesting response due to her appearance and the fact that she’s sketching him. Hopefully it wouldn’t be a violent reaction for he looks quite strong.

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[Nara Kaito]

Now that Kaito was known not for just being a good doctor but also a teacher, he had spent a lot of time giving medical classes to the new coming academy students. It was quite interesting to be honest, or so he thought. So walking past the fields and towards the Spartan Quarters kaito slowed his pace. His lab coat swayed wit the wind. revealing his work attire: White dress shirt, black skinny tie, black pants and shoes to match. His hair flipped from his forehead to the sides opening up on the right. The six foot tall man noticed one very familiar figure.

First it was the Mare that had walked into her class before. She was kind, or at least that is how she behaved last time around Kaito, entrusting him with the care of her young child Nina...A much smaller pony. The sight had raised a lot of questions in his head, but one thing was for certain. She was one unique "person" to say the least. It mostly was the lack of genuine interest to talk to her about her life, or maybe the duty at hand that was to teach the class. But now, she had tickled his interest. As he kept walking slowly, he watched her carefully. It seemed that her focus was split in two. One on something in front of her, the other one drawing it in the notepad, which in itself was rather interesting to watch. But as he walked closer his eyebrows rocketed upward.

The massive man who had been at the hospital before was now Painting? He stood still, as he now shifted focus form the horse to the man. His eyes caught all the details he could. From the brush being used, to the trembling of his hand, to the color of the sleeveless vest. Analyzing the situation, Kaito tried to come up with reasons why the man was here. Sadly he could not come up wit one due to insufficient information. He then had a slight dilemma. Would he just walk by without bringing attention to the artists? It might have been, but the curiosity of the mans bandaged arm got to Kaito. It was not the actual hand but the medical reason behind it that caused some curiosity. He had not seen that man since he brought the unknown kid to the hospital, and never bothered to ask him their since kaito felt it was not the time or place for it. But now, it seemed rather fighting. He walked up to the two, then letting in a projected voice he greeted him.

"Hey Ryu! long time no see!" what he did not know, was that he might have gotten the horses attention to without even knowing.



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[Kazehi Ryu]

The silence that the horse creature left Ryu's concentration unbroken, he hadn't quite caught on to the fact that he was being watched as he squinted his eyes to narrow his focus to a small clasp on the statuette's armor; the brush quivered with such violence that the paint would have been scattered all over if he'd had any more of the liquid in the brush than just small dabs. The quivering increased as he eased the brush forward, just getting the tip of the bristles to touch the s- "Hey Ryu! Long time no see!"

CRACK

His fingers had twitched just slightly and sent the two ends of the brush flying in opposite directions as though they'd been fired out of a crossbow. Sitting there for a moment, Ryu blinked at the hand before heaving a sigh and setting the statuette down gently, off to the side and turning to look at the one who'd called out to him. Kaito, the E.R Charge Doctor who'd been the one to take care of a boy Ryu's brought in from the gates. And...a horse? His violet-blue eyes scanned over the both of them, taking in and noting the features of the horse with particularly strange features. No ordinary being for sure and not one he's be able to miss in a crowd. Standing and brushing (no pun intended) his hakama off out of habit, the towering man stepped towards the two and loomed over them, lifting his chin to Kaito and eyeballing the fact that there was a flipping pencil and sketch pad floating in front of the horse. Seriously. "Familiarity." His face remained a neutral mask, he still had a damn good 'cop' face. "Kaito. Welcome." He glanced over to where he'd been painting and noticed that he'd tucked his left arm up and close to his body again, a flicker of a frown creasing the corners of his lips a moment before vanishing once again, before dropping the hand to his side. "Caught me distracted. Rode here?" He glanced again at the horse, who he noted was staring at him intently with nearly jewel quality green eyes before looking at the pad.

Peculiar.

Ryu remembered the social graces that he'd seen many people doing when they met: shaking hands. But he found that was grossly inappropriate in a situation where he didn't shake someone's hand so much as kind of enfold it with his fingers. Instead, the hulking man extended his right fist out to Kaito as an offering of a more socially (and size) acceptable greeting. "Forgive me. Social courtesies often elude me." What could he say? Sometimes there were moments where he had training to do and didn't have much of a social life due to such.

 

[Ryu Hime]

"Hey Ryu! Long time no see!" Suddenly her pencil went straight across her paper thus ruining her sketch. Immediately her head turns and she gave the person her most hateful glare she could muster. If looks could kill Kaito would be laying on the ground dead as a doornail. She crumples up the piece of paper and was tempted to throw it at the person, but instead decides to simply stuff it into her saddle bags. She recognized the person as the teacher that taught her daughter, but she does not recall ever giving him her name. However it was quickly made apparent that he was not speaking to her but the muscular man painting the statuette. Apparently they have the same given name; small world isn’t it? Ryu quietly watch the two convers; up until the man asked if Kaito rode here. It was quite obvious the man assuming she was Kaito’s steed, which was an insult above measure. A regular shinobi riding an overlord like some trained animal; it was unspeakable. “I beg your pardon!” She yells in a very upset tone. “I am no mount and I find that assumption most disgraceful. I have gotten plenty insults in my time but this… This, this is unacceptable!” Ryu was working herself up to quite a fit. Her nostrils was flaring like a raging bull. She takes a foreleg and stops a hoof on the ground. “I demand an apology at once.”

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

For the first time in a long while, the towering man's eyebrows shot up in very real surprise as the horse opened its mouth and spoke. He locked eyes with it, the creature seemed to have a feminine voice; Ryu studied the small horse even closer, the weight of his attention falling fully upon the mare as he recorded her physical traits and carved them into his memory.

Somewhere deeper in his mind, he heard the creature mocking him with rumbling laughter at his presumptions. It irritated him, but he shoved the contact away and remained focused on the situation.

It took him a moment, but his eyebrows lowered and the man recovered enough to process the meaning of the words. "Yes, of course. Forgive my rude assumption. If you would like to reclaim your honor I would willingly accept your challenge as it is your right." In retrospect, he should have seen the outcome considering there was a flipping sketch pad and pencil floating in front of the horse moments ago, though where those items had gotten to, Ryu wasn't sure. Possibly those saddle bags the horse wore? He wanted to advise the mare that if she should issue a Challenge to reclaim her insulted honor that she should't do so with a contest of strength, but it was for her to decide if the apology was a sufficient balm. "However, as I have insulted your honor, I have incurred a slight debt to you for such slander. Should you decide a Challenge is not sufficient, I shall owe you a Favor." This left the mare with some options if she decided that maybe challenging Ryu qualified as a bad idea. Sure, Ryu would fight to sustain his own Honor to show that he wasn't weak but he would gracefully lose after showing sufficient skill; but one didn't simply go swaggering into conflict when there were more than one ways to offer reparations to an insult.

 

[Ryu Hime]

A challenge is quite an unusual idea. Was type of challenge would she request of him. Sure a test of strength would lead him to breaking her. Though thinking of breaking her, it has been awhile since she’s got a good bucking. She could place him into a tsukiyomi jutsu and mate with him, but it is unlikely he will agree to that kind of favor; even if she takes human form. However that would not stop her from teasing him with such a suggestion. “A favor hmm…” She slowly walks around him studying his features closely. “I’m sure a man like you could… satisfy some of my needs.” She lets out a small giggle with her statement. Thinking about reproduction an idea came to mind. It was not so long ago she was hired to provide a pony for a birthday party. It will be her own daughter’s birthday soon; perhaps a little role reversal is in order. “No, I have the perfect favor in mind fitting for your transgression. For assuming I was something to be ridden you will be a mount for a day. In three days’ time it will be my daughter birthday and I want you to give her as many piggy back rides as she desires. Please report to the wonderland café at noon in three days to preform your task.”

Link to party: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=634&p=180893#p180893

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

Well that was surely a strange request, but it was a rather fitting return; the towering man could definitely respect that for what it was. Though the way the mare initially lead into the actual request made Ryu cock a skeptical eyebrow at her, though his wariness didn't bleed through the stoic mask of his face. "Fair enough, I can respect such a request. Care to join me?" He turned at an angle that moved the majority of his bulk aside to show the yard behind him where he'd been attempting to paint the statuette in the rather garish splotches. "Just a moment." He lumbered off into his home, his motions smooth and effective with little wasted energy; it was the little things that showed his martial prowess, but it always was the small things. Like the mare baiting and switching lines of conversation, tossing out a teasing suggestion here then leading in with a different approach. Her mind was likely a labyrinth of logic and thought, possibly a genjutsu master in the works; maybe even good at strategy to create a set-up that he hadn't seen just yet.

He'd have to watch how he worded things if this was the case. Once he was inside, he set about getting a small tray with stoneware cups and a tea pot made of delicate clay and decorated with a knotted pattern of craggy lines contrasted by delicate whorls that caught the eye all in black and silver. The cups he brought out matched, thankfully, though it had been a pain collecting the items back when his salary was tight. Piling the set up and hooking a small cooking burner with two his fingers while he carried the tray with the rest he returned outside. "Green tea. Haven't entertained company for years." It was stated in a way that would convey a slight apology while he settled the things to his right, where he'd be able to work on serving the tea when it was ready and not have to worry about shattering something by mistake. He worked quietly, the quiet rustle of his movements and breathing were the only noise he made, his violet-blue eyes intent on his work but making sure to keep attention on his company with slight flicks of the orbs in their direction. He rose once more, carrying the teapot over to a stout little building, twisted a spigot on slightly to fill the pot with water and returned after shutting off the flow once more. Setting the pot over the burner, he twisted the gas and with a flicker of chakra that caused a tiny white flame to burst to life over the index finger, lit the flame that would set their tea water to boil.

Once all of this was done, the man reached inside a small kit that had been sitting beside his seat, unrolled it and revealed a vast amount of brushes all of the same size that he'd been holding before Kaito had surprised him. Clearly he was aware of what would happen well ahead of time and prepared for mistakenly destroying brushes. Once he was settle back in, he picked up the statuette he'd been working on and started applying paint with more of the shaky touches. "So, floating sketch pad?" He flicked his eyes at the mare, an eyebrow twitching to show the curiosity that didn't quite show through his voice. Ryu wondered slightly at what she had managed to use to get the items to float and move as she desired considering her lack of fingered appendages.

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[Ryu Hime]

The man was quite correct in his assumptions of her; her mind is a labyrinth of doors. Her mind is like a house that has been renovated over and over again. Hundreds of strange looking rooms scattered about the building to confuse and disorient spirits. It is a prison; somewhere in this building is Ryu’s true persona wandering about lost forever in this seemingly endless maze. Her sub-conscious goes from room to room with each one representing a different identifies for her to take. Some part of the original house lies somewhere but she cannot find it; she curses the priestess that built this place and trapped her inside. A Yamanaka would be wise not to enter for risk sharing the same fate and never be able to leave. The dark mare is also quite skilled at genjutsu despite the current personality only being another identity that she has found within the intricacies of her mind. However the Labyrinth is a double edge sword. True she may never return to her normal self but there are several ways to use it as a weapon. For instance casting a genjutsu on a mind so compartmentalized as hers is not an easy task. You can fool one identity but the others will likely see the illusion for what it is. Also even though the identities are separate from each other, she has invented ways for the identities to communicate with each other. This communication between personalities allows for the development of complex strategies.

Her face showed signs of disgust at his offer of tea. “Please, I’ll just take water.” She felt a little bad denying his offer since he seems to have meant it to be a kind gesture. Unfortunate he was unaware of the nature of the type of being that she is. “I’m a Nightmare. I feed off of emotional energies from dreamers. I find human food...” Ryu pauses for a moment unsure what word would best fit. “Unappetizing? But I do require water like most living things, but flavoring it with leaves is not a way to win my favor.” Of course the man’s preparation would not be completely ruin. Kaito was still here to have tea. The man then asks about the floating sketch pad, however she misinterprets his meaning. “Yeah, I like to sketch as a hobby. Is that strange?” She felt a little perturbed at the question for wasn’t he just doing some painting earlier. It simply did not accrue to her he was asking how it was floating.

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

The man was hardly offended by the request; mainly due to the fact that he was unaware of such things, hard to find fault with someone’s preferences when the host doesn’t know them. Instead, he simply poured her a cup full of the still chilled water before setting the kettle back onto the burner. ”Fair enough.” He settled back onto his seat and looked her over, finding her description of “Nightmare” rather amusing in the sense of what she was. A dark horse that happened to be a mare, it wasn’t quite irony but it was definitely appropriate.

Whether she was being literal or metaphorical, the man wasn’t entirely sure and he felt it would be another one of those things that would get her hackles mane up. While he sat studying her a moment, he shook his head, the dark red hair bound up in a tail swaying behind him. ”Not a strange or uncommon hobby. More the method of use.” He was very aware of her lack of fingers or thumbs, but he was still unsure of how exactly she had managed to get the pad to sit still and the pen to move with accuracy; wind jutsu would have been too blunt and unrefined to use as a medium leading to nothing but unintelligible scribbles. Perhaps the rare “element” that was rumored to be able to manipulate objects and surroundings could have been used but this was something more acute and subtle Ryu was sure of it. In the meantime, the towering man began to trying to apply the small daubs of paint with the left hand and getting violent trembles that sent the tip into wide circles and trying to go everywhere but where he wanted to put the tip. It was a long, frustrating road but he was sure he’d manage…maybe.

CRACK

But there went another paint brush…

 

[Ryu Hime]

[Sorry for my lateness, i'm currently a little under the weather.]

Ryu sips some of her water as she determines how to best answer the question. “Magnetic control. It is a justu that allows the user to wield something without actually holding it. After years of practice one can move things with graceful and fluid motions, however this is only one method of controling an item. I also well versed in the art of puppetry. Now I assume you are curious how I cast jutsu. The answer is quite simple.” A plush pony pokes it head out of Ryu’s bags. The little toy jumps out holding a piece of chalk in its hooves. On the ground the stuffed animal draw a person holding a sword that looks to be on fire. “It is my understanding that you humans use handseals, which is obviously something I can not use, however that is not always the case. Sometimes you human channel a jutsu through a weapon.” The plush pony draws a unicorn with it horn glowing and a regular pony stomping on the ground. “We cast jutsu similar to that. I channel jutsu through my horn while other ponies use there hooves; casting jutsu at the stomp of their feet. True these are natural weapons that are a part of use, but still follows the same concept.”

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

Listening intently while reaching down for another brush, his eyes observing the illustration while taking in the small lecture. "I see." So she was versed in the Spiritual Arts, and much like any other Spirit Warrior was able to manipulate and change not only their surroundings through use of Chakra but themselves as well. "Correct that some channel through weapons. There are also others, much like yourself that do not." Ryu held his hand to the side, clenching his fist and directing his chakra, the air around his hand suddenly blazed to life with a thrumming red aura. Turning his hand for a moment he narrowed his focus and pointed at the pot of water and a surge of scorching hot air pressed itself against and around the kettle bringing the water nearly instantly to boil inside before the bolt continued on its path, mostly dissipated. Shaking his hand, he dismissed the aura before reaching down and turning off the burner the kettle sat on. Ryu promptly added the tea leaves that were contained in a small mesh ball to the steaming water to let them steep. "The puppetry isn't something I grasp, but how you use your Spiritual Energy is." He gave a nod to the small illustration then eyed the brush in his fingers, leering at for a moment before setting it aside, deciding he'd had enough of breaking them today.

 

[Ryu Hime]

“Not surprising there are so few puppeteers and the ones that claim to be experts…” Her tone begins to turn harsh and the look on her face goes stern. As she stares into the air in a heated expression her eyes turn red like the color of fleshly slept blood. “They use there strings like simple wires tugging at the puppet body, thus giving it jerky movement.” Three tomoe appear in her spinning as her voice gets louder. Her plush pony demonstrates how other people controlled their puppet and walks around twitching like it was having some sort of spasm. “Such non-realistic movements, but they don’t care. Why?” More tomoe appear and they change and form into an intricate design. It was beautiful but in her current state of mind, one would likely find it scary to see. “Because they don’t bother hiding the fact there puppets are puppets. What is the point of puppetry if you can’t have them blend in with a crowd? And they have the nerve to call themselves masters?” She huffing like a raging bull and she was ready the freaking trample somebody. The cup shatters in her aura causing shards of glass and water to rain down from where it levitated. The Dark Mare literally burst into flames. Black embers rise from her body like a demonic inferno. “They insult the art and should be put to the sword for there insolence.” She was now screaming on the top of her lungs. There was a sound of a rip and the plush pony’s head rolls to the muscular man’s feet. Balls of fluff spill out of the now headless body.

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[Kazehi Ryu]

The man watched, his eyebrows slowly furrowing together as the mare began to get more heated on the topic of puppetry. It was very clearly a touchy subject, much like her being a mount. Setting the kettle to the side and out of the way, he watched as she ripped the head from the plush toy in a fit of rage before letting out a sigh and reaching across to hold the palm of his right hand before her nose for a moment before touching the palm to it and cupping gently like he would have done handling an actual horse. The flames hurt, sure, but he simply pushed the pain aside, looking into the horse's eyes for a moment and noting the pattern; that was a sharingan? He had a little experience with those of the Uchiha bloodline, enough to know that the eyes allowed most of the members to see the state of the world with a special kind of clarity. "Such is the difficulty for those who master their art, having the understanding that others lack and the knowledge that makes their art excel. Frustration is understandable, but fury is no answer to a lack of knowledge. Answer ignorance with enlightenment so that you might allow those who have not your experience to grow." He took his hand away when the flesh was blackened and cracked staring at it for a moment, only a slight grimace showing before he curled the fingers slowly and worked the blackened flesh into falling off. Beneath the angry red tissue, his flesh had already begun to regenerate but for the time being he wouldn't be able to use it for much.

Leaning back away from the flustered horse, he watched her with calm eyes. He didn't seem fearful of her, despite the fact that he'd weathered the heat of her aura and came away from it down an appendage for the time being. Actually, he seemed rather able to accept not only the pain but could respect the fact that she was upset an art she seemed to cherish was so very diminished in effect by those around her. He perhaps would be much the same if his father hadn't taught him temperance of passion; it could be used to lead the foolish to a path of betterment and the ignorant to knowledge when used correctly but could ruin a man or woman if it was allowed to rule their life.

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[Ryu Hime]

The mare closes her eyes and flames begin to fade as she the man touched her muzzle. She snuggled it welcoming him to continue to caressing her head until her eye shoot open with realization. Her eyes were back to normal and she takes a few steps back. She was a little embarrassed about how she flew off the handle and how she reacted to his touch. She is so embarrassed that she could not even look at him and it an attempt to hind her face she turns around. “I’m sorry for getting so upset. It’s just so distressing.” She stomps a hoof on the ground and in a poof of smoke a young woman with pink hair appears. The lady seemed unusual for she also had bat like ears and wings. Not to mention her canines looked like fangs; it was as if she was a vampire. What could possibly be their relation? “Ryuki, can you tend to the man’s wounds for me.” The woman looks at the mare with a confused look. “Okay?” Ryuki was unsure why the overlord could not tend to them herself. It’s not like she doesn’t have the ability to do so. “But I really wish you wouldn’t use the reverse summoning jutsu. I know I’m a contract holder and all, but it gets annoying.” Ryuki is curious if this is what a contract animal feels like; being summoned at the most inappropriate times. Ryuki’s hand glows green as she begins healing the man’s burns. “Hi, I’m Ryuki. What’s your name?”

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

Without much to say on the topic, he simply dismissed the apology with a shrug; it was no great matter, he could understand that people could tend to be passionate about their pursuits. Though none he knew of got quite literally heated over subjects. While she talked, the towering man slowly flexed and bent the charred fingers; causing some of the blackened skin to slough off and float to the ground below showing overly pink skin beneath the dead flesh where the small flakes had been.

The addition of yet another oddity to the situation barely made him blink this time, he'd been sitting conversing with a talking mare, had a giant magma lizard inside his chakra network, and now sat looking at a woman with bat ears and overly large incisors. Ryu simply wriggled and twitched his fingers while the two conversed, slowly gaining a little feeling back into them as the deadened nerves regenerated but raised an eyebrow as he suddenly became the subject of conversation. "Well met. Kazehi Ryu." He sat while she healed up his hand, it actually took far less time than one might imagine mostly due to his unnatural healing rate he seemed to have. "Thank you. Feel free to join us." He nodded to the side of him where he'd set out a seat for Kaito but the man seemed to have wandered off on other business. "Tea? Or do you take offense at its existence as well?" The snark was subtle, detectable if someone paid close attention to the tone of his voice and the bit of humor coupled with the faint curl to one corner of his lips. His micro-expressions spoke volumes more than he did sometimes if someone could pick up on them.

Testing out the newly regenerated skin by picking up the kettle by the small handle and poured himself a cup of tea, waiting a moment with it hovering near the third cup for this 'Ryuki' to decide if she would have a spot with them or if she would be leaving just as abruptly as she came.

 

[Ryu Hime]

Ryuki laughed at the man’s comment. “It seems you spent quite some time with each other. However no I don’t mind tea. Actually what type of tea are we talking about?” Ryuki was a little particular about her teas. She hated green teas for they were far to bitter for her taste and could not see how anybody could stomach such a beverage. She prefers sweeter teas. “Wow small world. Miss. Overlord over there is also Ryu; Gen Ryu actually.” Her name was Ryu as well; Ryuki is just a nick name she has been given by her older sister, Kitsune. Ryuki was an adopted member of the Shikame clan, a clan of gypsies. Ryu might notice the bells around the woman’s wrists and ankles. Ryuki then notices the drawings on the ground. Looks like the Two Ryus conversed on many topics. “Ah, I see she also taught you how her jutsu works. You know my clan has a similar method. We Gypsy use musical instruments like the bells you see around my wrist.” After Ryuki was finished healing the man she dances over to the dark mare. “So Miss. Ryu, what were you to talking about that you got so heated up.” Ryuki was a clever one and knew darn well that it was the overlord’s flames that burnt the man. The mare shoots Ryuki a glare, “We were talking about puppets. You know how I get about people misusing the art. I’ve been considering teaching a class, but I am not sure how well it would go. I’m afraid that many of the students would too curious about my existence to pay attention to the lesson.”

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[Kazehi Ryu]

Shaking his head slightly, the long tail his hair was kept in swayed and danced across his shoulders. "Only time so much to exchange preferences." Once the...woman's ministrations were complete he looked to the hand and bent the fingers individually to test them and be sure all was as functional as it should be. It looked lighter than the rest of his dark skin, but he nodded in satisfaction that it was indeed correct. He looked into the cup that he had poured for himself, eyeing the green color within then looking up at the bat-like woman with a raised eyebrow. "Green. Younger leaves so the flavor it lighter." He lifted his cup to his lips and sipped the steaming fluid idly while he watched the woman chat. Quite the socialite, it seemed.

While she bounced the topics of conversation, he waited until the two paused a moment before he spoke up again. "Names are a parent's hopes for their child. To name one's child after a dragon is to hope that they will become the strongest." He sipped his tea again before setting the cup to rest on his knee and look the mare over. "Transformation. Specifically with someone you know might work out to your benefit." He set his cup aside and held out his right hand to Ryuki. "May I demonstrate?" If she would be willing to accept and place her hand in his, his fingers would blur and form seals around the woman's hand, squeezing gently but the flood of chakra would be unmistakable. In just a split second, Ryu's mastered jutsu of Advanced Combination Transformation would take the two of their forms and blend them into one.

Their figure would be rather androgynous but with a frame that stated a lean, powerful masculinity but the finer features that suggested gentle femininity; it also averaged their heights out, so the being was only slightly taller than average. Their hair blended length and volume into a glorious mane of luxurious and wavy red hair, the color balanced out between the pink and the dark, dark crimson locks. Their voice would likely harmonize together into a resonating, but gentle tone but the most notable was the fact that they could feel each other's strength in a profound way that was impossible to describe in words. His own strength was a solid, tightly contained roiling mass of destructive capabilities, not just in the strength of body but spirit as well; and deeper beneath was an even larger well of power that seemed to be kept separate from the rest and just beneath the surface.

Naturally, of course, like any gentleman would, he allowed the lady to have control of the form and communicated through a thought as how to cancel their little moment out and return them to normal. As you can see, this would aide your friend there with achieving her goals without much in the way of distraction. Another feature, if you so decide, if you make contact with my power you have at your disposal my abilities. It was like a tutorial! The only thing they were missing was the objective pointer, the mini map an- wait...what the hell were those anyway?

 

[Ryu Hime]

Ryuki jumps back from the man. Her wings seemed to let her be quite light on her feet. Ryuki was not sure why but the idea of merging with him did not sit well with her. It was like it would be revealing stuff about her that she did not want him to know. She took a defensive stance and the man could feel her demonic aura flaring. Something even appears on her neck and begins to spread to her cheek like a begin stages of a curse seal. “No, thank you.” The seal returns to an inactive state as she performs some handseals. “I’m sorry, but I would rather do it with someone I know. I believe this is what you were talking about.” Ryuki places a hand on the overlord and there bodies merged and shifted into a new form.

Their new form was of a character Ryuki knew from her gypsy clan. She looked like a knight in shining armor. Golden plates clothed her form from head to toe. The suit was polished to perfection so much so that it shown in the rays of the morning light giving her a majestic aura about her. Despite the beauty there were some imperfections that marred her precious suit. Dents, nicks and cuts littered its surface as evidence of the many battles she has fought over the many centuries of her existence. However, even with these imperfections the suit still serves its purpose. In her hands she holds a mighty sword that could slay even the strongest of mortals with ease. Down the center of the claymore kanji was inscribed and it read: ‘No evil shall escape my light.’ It was a warning to her enemies and a promise to her children. It was a double edge sword, however like the words it was sharp enough to strike fear into her foes with a single thrust but heavy as the promise is difficult to bear. She had wings like an angel and when she was first summoned into being she had them stretched out wide and they looked to be like veils of pure fire. Plumage of red, orange and yellow adorn her wings. The feathers shimmered in the light like a flickering flame. Her feathers were unique, though they looked like a birds upon closer inspection one would see not tiny little hairs sprouting from the stem but scales like that of a reptile. The scales were light but durable and were in a sense the armor to her wings. Her wings were the shield to her sword. They were a shield that she can use to not only protect herself from danger, but those she held under her wing as well. Now as she stands before the man tall and proud, she folds her wings into what looks to be a long flowing feathery cape. The wings however were not her only animalistic appendage she possessed. Around her legs a crimson tail lightly wraps. The tail was serpentine with yellow and orange fur stemming from its tip like a fine paintbrush. Its scales were like that of her wings. “What matter of beast is this Ryuki?” The two of them seemed to share control over the body. “This is Tia; one of the three goddesses of the gypsy clan that which I am from.”

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

[Disregarding conditional action of transformation]

With a slight shrug, but no other comment, the man turned the offered hand to his tea cup instead and took a swig while coolly noting the markings spreading across the woman's flesh. These people seem quite...touchy. Ryu's face remained a blank mask over the rim of his cup while the woman seemed to calm down and essentially enact what he was suggesting with the mare in the first place but...

They still did it over the top. He looked over the figure before him, eyes taking in the major features and details while simply footnoting anything he deemed less important in the overall appearance. One of the major issues of encountering beings both fearsome and wonderful repeatedly in the short span of mortal years was the muted sense of wonder and the jaded appreciation. The creature was impressive, that was for sure, but it was still distracting enough that it would take away from the desire the mare had of holding a class without much distraction from the lesson being present. "Form seems rather counterproductive to being subtle." He pointed it out politely, especially since the conversation had been started in regards to the mare not causing a commotion with a class full of students who would be much more awed at an appearance like the visage before him than the aging man could bring himself to muster.

Tapping a finger against his cup lightly in thought, he nodded and adjusted how he sat slightly. "You could simply take on a figure not unlike Ryuki's, more familiar in appearance enough to be understood; just enough unique traits to be recognized again at a later time by any disciples you take." Ryu simply shrugged after the statement; he could make all the suggestions in the world but it would be up to the mare to figure just how she wanted to present herself. But the train of thought that less of commotion was better stood as the best option so far that Ryu could perceive.

(sorry if post is kinda crap. 'bout only 3 hours of sleep, if that, isn't good for brain mechanics)