SUNSET of the Devil EVENT Field Hospital

[Ryujin Akira]

As it turned out Amaya was speaking to just a medical clone, something she might have already deduced at first sight but considering the strange abilities on shinobi these days it was best that she had not assumed. She would listen to what he was saying very loosely as she mostly stalled in order to keep staring and studying his many interesting features. Though a deadly ailment was allegedly at large, his large horns and snow like mane was of the more interesting to Amaya at the moment. She would nod in understanding whenever he paused in sentence but her emerald green eyes could be seen tracing the top of his head and around his body. Though it would be hard to distinguish between the many things a person could be thinking when starring at a talking beast and even harder when they were void of facial expressions. Amaya's Non verbal communications was surely lacking as her face remained fixed firmly in posture, that of a faint smile. It was quiet equivalent to a porcelain doll's expression, soulless almost however sometimes you get the feeling like something is there, that as you stare and think... you begin to wonder what is it thinking as it stares back at you. Though an empty yet beautiful face, some emotions escaped but only threw the eyes if one peered deep into them. Amaya would nod at his final statements starring at his horns and wanting nothing more than to touch them. Brushing her hair back with a delicate flick of her wrist, Amaya would fold her arms before speaking, her head now tilted towards right as her eyes connected from his horns to his eyes and back in a rhythmatic way before fixing on his eyes again.

"Okay, that um... that sounds smashing. Is this your facility might I ask? The way you fought out there I would not have taken you as Sunagakure's medical Sennin?"

She said the last bit in a question tone unsure of his status and rank in the village. A bit of reconnaissance was to be had however she was mostly stalling with questions in order to continue gazing as she was fascinated by his strength and appearance.

[Ooc: Completely forgot about this, sorry for the wait!]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Healer Kuro smiled genuinely as he reached out a calming yet gloved hand to brush the top of her hand in a sympathetic moment instilled in him as a child. His medical mesh for his upper body was see through so he was easily identified. The right hand even though it was gloved was warm and the mesh made his touch smooth and silky despite his calloused hands. "Actually I am just a Sennin of Sunagakure, we don't actually have distinctions by branch, our chief medic is Byakko Kyuji. I am simply the current lord of the Toraono Clan and capable of a few things. The true me and my combat bunshin are actually in healing chambers nearby. If you like, you can register at the dojo and I would be honored to train you in whatever you wish to learn. My clan is non discriminate and although our clan laws are draconian and ruthless few of them would apply to our students unless you were to join one of our families by way of marriage, fealty, or childbirth. You have very beautiful eyes yourself and your skills from what I had the chance to witness are quite marvelous. Perhaps a trade of skills could be arranged you teach me to grow plants and I can teach you how to move objects with your mind...

To demonstrate Healer Kuro lifted one of the medical chambers and set it down a little closer to her. She would notice if she decided to look closer that the chamber itself with the fluids inside weighed at least 1000lbs but he had moved it with a gesture as easily as one my move paper by blowing upon it. Inside the Kuro she witnessed in battle was having his blood cleansed and his fractured arm reinforced and enhanced.

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"There is much I would learn about you when we have the time but first we must make sure you are not infected with the 'Red Death'. The test is very efficient and quick. Simply place a sample of your blood within this petri dish, a drop or two is all that is needed. If the antigens within the surface material react then you have the ailment and a simple blood cleansing will purify your body. If it does not react then you are free to go on about your business. We can begin when you are ready, I really do hope you get time to undress so that I may check your pressure points and ensure you suffer no injuries. I use a healing treatment of heated stone and water that I think you might appreciate."

Without leering or being too personal Kuro was actually sizing Amaya up as a potential mate since he was a bit lonely despite his daughter being about. He had to admit that her prowess and looks were quite alluring features to him despite her not being a red haired maiden which was a major weakness innate to all Main Branch Toraono men. Kuro however knew a total package when he saw it and was not above asking a lady out in any manner proper.

MFT
Word Count : Over 300

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Kurokawa would slow down the scans and heal what would be left of the damage to the ribs while she was doing so. Going slower would also help catching otherwise missed minor problems. Most of the damage however was long gone as it seemed that this guy had quite the healing factor within him. She could find no traces of any aggressive diseases so after finishing running her hands up and down her patient she would do a polite bow.

"You are clear to roam around the hospital or leave whenever you feel like it. Please don't remain in the contamination zone for too much longer though. When you exit this station make sure to stay near the central passageway until you are clear. Would not want you to catch something. Good luck"

She would smile at him before moving to a vat of decontamination fluid to wash her suit gloves. She would need to get back out on the grounds again and since her patient did not have anything worth worrying about she would avoid the decontamination showers for now. Not that she would be able to feel in from inside the hazmat suit but she didn't look forward to the sound of liquid hammering down on her helmet. For someone with extraordinary hearing, any echoing sound was unpleasant if applied right. Earplugs would just render her without any form of perception at all so that would not be an option. At least now she suit no longer inhibited her ability to orientate herself and keep her balance so she could move freely in it now that she had gotten used to it.

[MFT]
[WC: 274]

 

[Shiruko Makoto]

Makoto breathed out a deep sigh after he was given a clean bill of health. He wouldn't have to go in one of those chambers after all.

...Actually, the fact that was the source of the most relief as opposed to 'I don't have a deadly illness' probably meant there was at least some claustrophobia involved. Not that he'd actually admit it to anyone, of course. Nor did he have to; the phoenix was the only one who had suspected and it would know now.

At least it wouldn't be smug about it.

"Thank you," he said to the medic, inclining his head respectfully. "I'll get out of everyone's way, then."

Also get away from the potential fatal illness, since they still don't know how it spreads.

Just because he hadn't been infected didn't mean it had been paranoid or overcautious to check.

He could have sworn he heard an 'of course not' in his head, but since it was tinged with a touch of mildly patronizing amusement, he ignored it and simply moved to get out of the quarantined area as quickly as he could, now he'd been cleared to.

Better safe than sorry, after all.

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[Tomomi]

Things had certainly gotten interesting on this day. He had fought an ancient sandworm only hours earlier and now he was healing people that may be infected with the Red Death; the life of a medic, it was crazy sometimes but truly rewarding when everything worked out like it was supposed to. Fortunately, the little hobbit of an assistance would help him get the bigger and "nearly comatose" fellow on his back and they were off to their destination! It wouldn't take long before they got there and he would place Keiatsu on the table still out cold aside from his snoring that was slightly vibrating the room. In either case, they didn't have time to sit around and twiddle their thumbs; no, they needed to get the fellow evaluated and into one of these chambers for safe measure before he awoke and started to spaz out.

So, Kyuji would check his lungs and his heart to make sure they were operating currently. They were normal. He would open his eyes and make sure that they reacted properly to light. They did. He would also check the man's blood pressure if applicable and if so, it was also normal. The lad seemed fine enough and he wasn't showing any negative signs from the fight to say the very least aside from some scrapes and bruises, but they all were dealing with that currently since Barynx could pack a strong punch. Hell, the descendant of Byakko had also been banged up but thanks to his healing factor, he recovered quickly. The last thing that he would do is draw some blood from Keiatsu to have a blood sample to evaluate later to see if there was anything out of normal. If there was, it was surely the Red Death and if not, something even better to learn about. If Kyou would want to do more tests on him, they could when he was awake but for now, it was best to sleep.

Once this regular checkup was over, he would place the young adult into the chamber which allowed the boy to still breath normal, but he was surrounded in a substance that was suppose to attack his body and remove the Red Death if it was in there. Fortunately for all three of them, it wouldn't take long for the substance to react if it found anything wrong. But, it did give Kyou and Kyuji some time to stand there and talk to one another since he had rudely chosen not to respond when Keiatsu went down. But, he did have to react quickly when Keiatsu went down since the dude was a strange case when it came to food and natural regeneration...even Kyuji was still confused how he was able to eat so much food and still stay as skinny as he was...it was a peculiar case to say the least and something that he would want to discuss with the dude at a later date alone so neither party would feel too uncomfortable.

He would now respond to Kyou however: "Back to what we were talking about now. I would love to see these pills after little Keiatsu here is healed up and ready to be on his own again. As for the boy, I think I heard before about him as he was in a coma for a long time in the Hospital, but I didn't know that he had bacterial meningitis. That's certainly interesting that he got that, but I wonder from what exactly...it couldn't have been a sandworm...possibly a parasite that we are unaware of?" He had heard about the boy in the coma, but he had not been following it all that close since he had been busy with other medical emergencies and he was simply only one guy in this huge building called the Hospital. Definitely would want to look through the medical notes and files at a later date to see how he was released out of his coma.

A brief pause would happen here and then he would continue again: "As soon as this young adult is discharged, you may go home and rest since you've been up for so long. I don't want my medics to overdo it especially with little to no sleep. It's not good for the Hospital and not good for your health as you're working your organs too hard that way especially with energy boosters." As he said these words, he would hear some stirring from the chamber, but it appeared to simply be some more snoring as the boy was sitting enough that his head was above the substance so he wouldn't start to suffocate on it. That snore was still so loud though...

[OOC: Probably will be next round or maybe 2 and then you two can leave. I don't want to keep you both too long.]

 

[Arashi Hisame]

[NPC Kugutsu Kumomi entering topic]

A slight clicking noise, almost like the ticking of a clock could be heard very faintly over the rustle and bustle of the emergency tents. If one was paying attention to the faintest details then they would see tiny coin sized mechanical automatons. These small machines had a fainting glow of pulsating chakra that was tightly spiraled into their core. The majority of them appeared to be moths slowly fluttering through the air, but some of these moths carried caterpillars. As they approached the tents the tiny moths would drop the caterpillars near the written medical records of any patients they could find. The small caterpillars would inch their way over before pulsating their own chakra. Small blue ribbons would appear around their base with written symbols that appeared to be ancient Runic Terran characters. Slowly turning into blue crystals the now cocoons would be picked up by a few moths before being fluttered away. Most would not recognize these strange machines but the Medical Chief would most likely remember their role and importance to someone he once knew.

[Topic left unless stopped]
[E-Rank - 5 Hours (300 minutes) to leave thread]

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Now used to the Hazmat Suit and free of ongoing tasks that had to be done, Kurokawa decided to try and find a higher ranked Medic to find out what she could do next. For now she had to do her best to show her worth so that she might have a chance to rank up as a medic.

As she was looking for people she came across a trauma center for city guards and other personnel essential to wars and other large scale endeavors. Having already been through ha decontamination bath, she could now pop off her helmet to get some fresh air. many injured shinobi were being treated here. All of them cleared of whatever this mystic disease was. Kurokawa really disliked the lack of information but when time is of the essence time to explain might be forgone in favor of effective trauma care. Sometimes seconds could be the different between life and death. For now she would help out the many medics tied up in this part of the facility.

Kurokawa stationed herself at the center of the trauma care unit and started performing a song of healing. Her heritage allowed her to do these large scale invigorating songs of healing. Not that the song didn't have other purposes but an increased awareness allowing people to react better to attacks would be mood in a trauma unit. Within a minute every injured person within earshot would go from near death to above halfway healthy, or if they only had minor injuries they would find themselves ready to get up and walk out, albeit with a doctors notice to take it easy for the first 24 hours handed to them from the personnel.

After finishing up the less critical cases every medic would now have their hands free to take care of the critical and infected individuals and the new arrivals. For now Kurokawa would put her suit back on and return to the contamination zone.

[OOC: NPCs in the none infected trauma unit hit with 10 rounds of Fevre Le Pitch healing them for 50% of their max health.]

 

[Gotō Daiji]

More sleeping, more snoring.

Unfortunately there wasn't much else he could do on account of being asleep. This medically induced slumber combined with his natural penchant for deep sleeping meant that he was going to be out for a good while. Luckily no other crisis occurred because he would be defenseless in this state. Well...maybe not completely defenseless. He was a lot more resilient than your average shinobi so it would still take some doing to do any lasting damage to the rose-haired fool. But like I said, he didn't have to worry about anything like that. So he just kept right on snoozing, the only action on his part being scratching an itch on his exposed belly while he slept.

A few minutes later a cool sensation would wash over his entire body as he was submerged in the liquid-filled healing tank. But he was still breathing? Whatever the science behind it, these things were neat! If he owned one of these he could train nonstop without having to rest. That would make all his montages a lot easier. Still painful...just quicker! Without having much choice in the matter the youth would just float there, still snoring (though fortunately for Kyuji and Kyou, the sound was now muted thanks to being in the chamber). Funnily enough, when he was asleep was the only time his brain ever did any actual thinking about anything. A smile formed on his face as his resting mind had only one thing running through it...

"Mmm...shabu-shabu.~"

That's right. Even after eating that entire feast and being more or less comatose, he was dreaming about food...

 

[Tomomi]

As he waited for his patient to recover, the descendant would see small moths that appeared to be puppets flying elegantly through the makeshift hospital alerting him that it appeared an old apprentice of his was actually still alive and well after disappearing from the village months ago. Of course, he had been worried about the young female as he was always concerned about the well-being of his fellow villagers especially the younger ones who were still growing and needed guidance. In the near future, he would need to locate her and catch up with her since she had been a valuable assistant to him when he was dealing with patients along with an innovator always trying to create new techniques and ways to heal patients.

Definitely something else to say the very least about the puppet-using medic but our little critters would fly away and leave his new assistant, for now, and him alone with his patient which was still in his comatose state and dreaming about.....food, wow. A chuckle would escape the medical chief as Keitasu was certainly something else, but he would be out for a good while still so the chief prepared a note for him detailing the information that had occurred to him and to take it easy for the next 48 hours when he arose. This note would sit on a counter beside Kyou unless she was willing to take the note herself.

The Byakko would then excuse himself from the room and head to the center of contamination zone noticing a purple-haired individual who introduced themselves earlier as Kurokawa and flagged her down by approaching her. She had seemed to have completed her task given to her and he would smile at her before responding with a simple few words: "I see you completed your task. Very good! You may leave if you want, my brother and I can handle any straddlers that will come since he has different paths. Your work will not be forgotten however, you did excellent work and we will be in touch with your next assignment, Kurokawa."

He would then head back to his patient's room where he would hopefully see an awakened Keitasu and they could properly discharge the young man so he could get back to his two favorite things: training and eating with a strong emphasis on eating. Good ole, Keitasu, always talking about food like he was going to starve or something.

[OOC: Just wrapping up.
Some notes:
1. Kurokawa, I will do another medical thread with you in a few weeks if you'd like to make you a medic.
2. Kyou said that I could skip her and take light control of her if need be.
3. Since Amaya and Kuro are doing their own thing, I didn't think we needed to wait for them.
4. Mako, just wake up in this next post and I will probably discharge you in the following.]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

With out so much as a flinch or reaction, though her instincts were to slice the enormous hand stretching over toward her head, Amaya's eyes would trace its movements curiously until overhead. She would not tilt her head up to follow it's movements completely but instead remained poised and stared back at kuro. She was curious to know what he was up to until his large palm rested upon her crown and brushed back... imagine that, was she the Devil of Iwagakure, the former Anbu Sennin of the Stone village, the Queen of Battle, or was she a common house pet? It was most unexpected and though the touch was warm and polite, it was not the kind of touch she had hoped for. She'd stop his hand just short of the back of her head and using both her hands she'd bring his huge hand around towards her lower back. Now closer into his personal space, she'd maintain the control. "If you are going to pet me, you should do so the right way Mr. Toraono." With one hand rubbing ever so slightly up and down his right arm, a light and gentle caress, and her other hand now playing up his chest as both her middle finger and index acted as legs taking a stroll. With just those two fingers she would feel for the rhythm of his heart beating as he spoke. Amaya would raise an eyebrow in response to his charming complement regarding her eyes and skills and would nod before slipping out of his grasp and walking about the room. Teasing? Perhaps, but what fun was had by just getting to it? The anticipation had much excitement and was not to be left unexplored. "A sennin of Sunagakure," Amaya pondered. She would have suspected as much considering his pure strength and power displayed out there on the battle field. Even with his extensive medical knowledge, no ordinary medical shinobi could ever take the Vanguard position in such a manner that he did. Her gazing about the room was interrupted by Kuro's next action. The question of just how strong was he deepened as he had lifted an impossible 1000ibs or more container with little effort and placed it near Amaya. Inside she'd see the Kuro from earlier, resting, vulnerable... would she be just like this in the healing tank?

Amaya would nod and place her hand out to Kuro so that he could draw blood in any which manner he'd like. Her face still unchanged since the first time he'd seen her until now, a gaze from her emerald green eyes and a faint smile. Once he would test the blood he'd see no reaction occurring within the solution housed by the petri dish. She was not infected by the Red Death as it would seem but regardless no facial expression made by the warrior would suggest a sign of relief or otherwise. Instead, Kuro who was likely observing for a reaction in the blood mixture would likely catch Amaya starring at him again. Like a shy girl she'd look away instantly if he did before slowly turning back to stare again.

"Toraono-Sama, tell me more about this healing treatment of heated stone and water. Injured or not, it sounds refreshing. If you would, please."

[Mft]
[Choosing not to be affected by Red Death]

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Kurokawa would not waste much time after hearing she was being dismissed. Checking in for a later assignment was put on the to do list, but for now she would bow and exit the contamination area. Once through the decontamination baths she would finally be able to take off the Hazmat suit and feel the gentle breeze on her skin once more. She went to where she had put down the clothes she didn't wear under the suit, namely the blindfold, long socks and dress sleeves. After exiting the suit she quickly put everything one, adjusted the blindfold, and went for the nearest exit. Remembering that she had to put the suit back, she stopped and turned to get to the closets where she found hers.

Finally free to leave she would dash out into the warm rays of the sun, or what was left of them. It had been a long day so there would only be a few hours of sunlight left to enjoy. With a rumbling stomach Kurokawa set out to find some place to eat before returning home to turn in for the night. Only remaining question was, whether to go for Yakiniku, Ramen or Okonomiyaki. She would have to follow her nose to find either anyway so whichever popped up first would do fine for now. Maybe she would end up having to sample some more local cuisine rather than the more wide spread defaults. Something sand themed would fit the region but neither sand nor wind based dishes sounded desirable.

[OOC: Leaving unless stopped. Runtime 1 Hour]
[MFT]
[WC: 256]

 

[Gotō Daiji]

Darkness...silence...then- ...water?!

His eyes opened slowly to the sight of a sterile room, slightly distorted through some sort of moving lens. A few bubbles escaped as he opened his mouth, causing immediate confusion. Quickly his gaze danced around, taking in everything. The container he was currently floating in, the little cables with suction cups attached to his chest, a dull beeping noise from a heart monitor outside. After a few moments of thought, everything clicked as the revalation came crashing down ontop of his head. He was underwater!

Well...kinda. It was liquid, but it wasn't exactly water. "Blaarrghghhgh!" A muffled cry could be heard coming from within the healing chamber, along with the sudden splashing of the rejuvenation substance the boy was floating in. His violent thrashing would be noticeable immediately. He had to act fast...because he was drowning! At least that's what he figured. If he'd bothered to take a few seconds to evaluate the situation, he would've realized the liquid he was submersed in was completely breathable. But this was Keiatsu we're talking about...he didn't stop to think about anything! It only took a moment for him to paddle to the surface, a hand shooting out to grasp the top of the container. A second hand came after, followed by his head and upper body as he scrambled hastily out of the tank and over the side. Unfortunately liquid is slippery, and he quickly lost his grip on the side once most of his form was out. A dull THUD! sounded out as the youth tumbled over the edge of the container, landing harshly on his back on the ground below. Sounds of his coughing filled the air as the boy sputtered and expelled that substance he'd been breathing from his mouth, nose, and throat...which probably wasn't a pretty sight. But hey, he had to get it out somehow!

A sharp inhale followed as the boy sat up from his prone position, his lungs tasting air for the first time in awhile. "Hah...hah..." his breathing was shallow and rapid, like someone who had just been holding their breath for a very long time. To say he was a bit disoriented was an understatement. His brown optics were wide as he stared around the room, noting Kyuji and somebody else he didn't recognize. In fact...he didn't recognize this room at all! Wasn't he just eating? "Wha-..." he began, stopping as he continued to look around. "Why-..." What question should he even start with? Confusion was plastered across his mug as his head moved back and forth. Hopefully his old pal Kyuji could give some context, because all of this was quite a shock to the system. A surprised, "Eh?!" came from the boy as his eyes widened, obviously having realized something important. His head slowly careened towards the medic chief, pupils dilated from what appeared to be horror. "Where'd my food go?!" ...yes. Out of everything strange about his current predicament, the location of his FOOD was the most shocking thing...

...this kid really was something else.

[mft]

 

[Tomomi]

Luckily, he would return just in time to see his patient practically act like a fish out of water on the ground as he was trying to gather his breath. He also would hear the comment from Keitasu about food and wanted to emit a laugh, but he needed to be professional in this situation since the man was confused. He would kneel beside his patient and smile at him as he begun to speak: "Deep breathes and calm down. You were fine in the liquid, you should've been able to breathe in the chamber and you were only in the chamber to allow the liquid to soak into your body and attack any foreign cells and bacteria. In normal people terms, you were in the chamber to make sure you were healed if you had the Red Death by chance. You may go if you would like now and don't worry about the mess that you caused from struggling to get out of the chamber. Just note, I will want to speak with you in the future and there will be food involved which will be all paid by me."

He would then rise from his position and look at Kyou as he continued: "Miss Kyou, I know you are tired but can you transport these samples from Keiatsu to the Hospital at your earliest convenience. I would like to evaluate them regardless if they contain anything and also take down some notes since Keiatsu is a guest of ours and I would like to know some information on him medically in-case he gets hurt again." He would then proceed to get on his headset calling for other medics that were around to clean up the room as he assisted his patient up so the man-child didn't fall in the process.

He would then walk out of the room and go to the entryway of the tent writing a note to his brother that he had finished with his patient and it appeared the no other patients were coming so he was heading home. If he wasn't stopped by Kyou or Keiatsu or anybody else, he would head out of the tent and go back to his estate and have a nice, long and enjoyable bubble bath to relax and reflect on this fateful day. Hopefully, something terrible like this would never happen again.

[OOC:
1. Kyou said we could skip again.
2. Mako/Keitasu is allowed to leave.
3. Note left for Toraono Kuro.
4. Topic Left Unless Stopped.]

 

[Gotō Daiji]

Man, you know what's awesome? Typing up a halfway decent exit post and then losing it. Great stuff, really. So anyway, most of what Kyuji said to the rose-haired youth was lost on the boy, but he did manage to glean a few things. 1.) that food would be involved in this "talk" he wanted to have, and 2.) that he didn't have a horrifying, debilitating terminal illness. So by all accounts...things were looking up! The boy stumbled to his feet, waving goodbye to both Kyuji and Kyou before taking his leave. After a few minutes of navigating the maze of tents he finally made it back out into the harsh sunlight. MAN it was hot out here...

"Wonder if that vendor Ossan has any more free samples..." He sure hoped so! Some free ice cream sure would hit the spot right about now. So without wasting any more time the boy took off running, hoping to get back to Sunagakure before somebody else ate all the free samples. Surely he'd have no trouble doing so-...wait.

...

...which way was the village again?!

[Topic Left]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

ooc: My deepest apologies Amaya I thought I was waiting for you to post and had missed your post on the 11th in confusion. I will wrap this thread up here...

Medical Kuro smiled slightly as a few butterflies hit him... he steadied himself as he should not be feeling this way about another woman despite his multiple bodies it was still the same soul and the same mind. Grateful for Amaya's patience and intrigued by her combat capacity and daring features. Kuro made the smallest of pricks upon her index finger and placed a drop of blood within a reactive culture. He healed her finger immediately with a soft lavender glow of chakra. Kuro then placed the sample inside a specially contained microscope and quickly determined she had not suffered contact with the 'Red Death' contagion. "Looks like I won't get to disrobe you after all. Your readings are clear and healthy, but if you should ever change your mind, you know where to find me."<i></i>

Kuro felt shock at his own words... he had openly flirted with her there was no denying it now. Kuro consciously and subconsciously knew he wanted her and she knew it for certain now as well. He wanted to look away in shame, Kuro felt he should feel shame but he did not.

As everyone was cleared or treated Kuro's 'Akuma' and 'Byakko' forms were transported to the main dojo by mechanized puppets to a laboratory where Dr. Daibatsu would run some final diagnostics before fitting Kuro's combat avatar with a bio enhanced prosthetic limb to replace the leg lost just below the mid thigh of is left leg.

Hopefully they would meet again...

Topic Left Unless Stopped

 

[Ryujin Akira]

Amaya would look away from Kuro almost at the exact time that he'd look away. Amaya was not looking away in shame however. Instead, she simply did so instinctual. One of her many quirks would include being susceptible to complements that inevitably induced a certain red glow of the facial cheeks. Her bashful nature was something she had little control over but that is to be expected of anyone, shinobi or otherwise. Luckily her long dark curls would do her some justice as it's length and fullness did well to conceal her obvious blushing. The room fell awkwardly silent for just a moment. Though a moment was approximately five seconds, for the two present, it could have easily felt like minutes. Before Kuro could walk off, Amaya would once again act instinctual. Her hand would grab hold of his arm in order to bring pause to him walking away. Why? Perhaps his leaving was not what she desired. Speaking of desires, perhaps the two could explore some together. Amaya still looking away to conceal her blushing face would continue to hold on to Kuro's arm before replying to his earlier interest in her removing her clothes.

"I don't see why not, I mean... with all of this space and opportunity... *looks at Kuro slowly and raises an eyebrow* we could do a lot more than disrobing..."

At this time she would start to reel him in toward her by his arm. She would do so carefully and seductively in such a fashion to keep a certain rhythm. She would stare into his eyes, her emerald green stare almost hypnotic. Her swaying with each step as he drew near was mimicking his pace the way a snake charmer mocks the snake. It was doubtful that he'd put up any resistance but it wouldn't much matter if he did. She wasn't giving him much of a choice to leave just like a spider wasn't giving it's prey much choice to escape it's Web... and Kuro was indeed in her Web. She wasn't letting him get away, not while she finally had him alone.

[Mft]
[Force Stopped Kuro]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

ooc: Okay I was a bad kitty... now I need some black Gerault pics to update the changes via 6.1


The healer avatar was stopped by her grasp strong yet soft, subtle yet demanding, everything his beloved had been before the terrorist attacks and the constant ploys to keep her safe. Holy Sage Kuro stood at six feet, two inches, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. His silver gray mane of hair was tied in a simple pony tail that had been lovingly braided by a young girl. With a twenty one inch neck Kuro's martial musculature was easily glimpsed through his simple grey robe and light off white tunic that crested from beneath his robe to grasp his upper back at the base if his neck. Violet eyes with gold slits peered from a chocolate brow with large ebony horns growing from where a normal man’s temples would be. He wore a leather utility belt around his thirty six inch waist. The belt allowed Healer Kuro to carry his medical supplies in an easy to reach fashion while a well made leather support vest allowed him to carry a sacred giant blade in a specialized bone sheath at the center of his back. Healer Kuro wore a standard Sunan medical pouch on a second clasp just above his right hip. His forearms and shins were covered in reinforced runic terran enchanted wraps. Healer Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with a spiritual chakra that eased the tensions of those near him and made people feel safe and more capable as if his very presence was blessing them all, for many it was. His grey robes and tunic were open to his waist showing off his overly muscular upper body.

"Indeed... WE...Could... Do you doubt we should?"

Suzuhime outright leaving for safehouses and networked places of her own. No contact at all, not a coded letter, not even a messenger from her private guard or flare of emotion that he could possibly track. Yes, loneliness in the face of everything he dealt with had eaten away at his resolve and there were so many of him he realized he could get away with just about any fantasy since his true body would likely never touch another woman. Still and affair was an affair was an affair, whether emotional, or physical. As long as his soul in any capacity inhabited the body in question he himself was cheating and at this very moment he never felt better about being bad. Healer Kuro did not wait for an answer, he acted instinctively and without remorse or regret. A deep resounding purr would grumble up from his belly. A purring motion he had not remembered he was capable off as he turned around to embrace her rhythmically as if her simple touch left them locked in synch violet and gold eyes locked with emerald as they pulled eachother close, her scent was like that of a forest, and as ever since that was mostly all any of his forms ate he scented of mint and spices. He could taste her breath as he drew close to her before his chin met her neck and he crushed her close to him before pulling back to use his telekinesis to tie the rope entrances to the field tent. Glancing about his telekinesis tied and latched the mesh windows and entryways. A soft golden light filtered in through the air circulation points of the tents but with his actions the tent had gone mostly dark. Their eyes quickly adjusted to the shadows as he licked her lips like a cat might groom a mate. Kuro then took her neck in his mouth taking almost her entire throat but lightly biting never bruising or tearing flesh in an instinctive show of dominance but it was also a sign of Kuro giving in. He had accepted her potential and her presence, in the end Amaya was winning despite Kuro's bestial instincts.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

As fate would have it, Amaya would get to finally touch those exotic patrusions pointing from Kuro's skull though those were only just the beginning as there were other areas of interest her hands would curiously travel. The room would suddenly but slowly fall dark as Amaya found herself braced against him. What little light refracting about the tent would cause Amaya's emerald eyes to emit a divine shine as if they were the only light from with in. Her eyes would blink slowly as she pondered what interesting fantasies were playing around in his mind. Kuro's overwhelming strength was easily felt with his embrace and his harden body pressed against her's was evident of his might. He'd take her by the throat, something no man has accomplished and lived to reminisce. It was quite the compromising position to be placed in and the feelings it generated were certainly foreign for her. Vulnerability, for her, it felt liberating to give in. To know that at this moment she was completely at his mercy. If he saw it fit to, he could snap her neck from the position she was and if so, it was highly unlikely that she'd survive. However, she would find that a dagger had entered her grip. Was it a subconscious reaction? Somehow she'd unknowingly drew a Dagger to his side. She'd find it in her left hand as her right hand was preoccupied with another pointy object. Call it shinobi PTSD if you'd like however it was probably as simple as not fully being able to relinquish her controling nature. Still, both wouldn't be fully aware that she was ready to bleed him out due to the overwhelming bliss induced by their desire for one another. The two were living in the moment were living dangerously but was there any other way to live? His fangs nibbling at her throat, the warm moisture of his tongue cressing and licking her neck gave her tingles in her toes. This coupled with the arousing thought that he had her in such a position of vulnerability that her control was nothing more than an illusion. The Dagger would fall to the dirt below as Amaya's emerald eyes fell back. With her hands free she would form earth seals causing green fluorescent plant life to take root below them. Soon scented flowers of various shades would sprout along walls of the tent and equipment still remaining. A bed of pure roses would take form just behind Amaya composed of a billion red rose pedals. It's scent was intoxicating and visually stunning.

"Take me..."

[FTB]
[Mft]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Spoiler

ooc: THERE IS NOTHING SEXUALLY EXPLICIT IN THE FOLLOWING POST but it is teasingly exciting for adults... enjoy the read

Amaya would drop a dagger into her hand from a sleeve on what seemed to be instinct as her body sought to protect itself from his bestial nature. Her eyes would begin to glow emerald green after he sealed and darkened the tent. It was odd to be in synch with someone outside of battle, her heartbeat was so very strong and he found it beating in complete harmony and timing with his own.

Healer Kuro would hear her demand as she literally brought life forth from the desert. It was fascinating in and of itself as greenery grew from the sterile crimson sands used to layer the floors of each medical tent. The blood sands as they were known to Toraono and Byakko Medics had never been used for plant growth until now and the roses she made bloom were as crimson as the sand from which they emerged. A scent foreign yet intoxicating to Kuro filled the chamber as he released her throat gently and picked her up with his own strength watching her eyes as he took back control from his instinct to rip her clothing away and instead with distinct flickers from his eyes without actually touching her he slowly undressed her each step he would look her in the eyes for permission. Kuro in all his forms was a monster, that would never truly change but he was no rapist nor had he ever hurt a woman outside of necessary battle or training. Buttoned points would unbutton one by one followed by laced and tied points as Kuro relentlessly continued his actions with by telekinetic flickers. Disrobing would seem like a slow process as he went about it systematically revealing her skin inch by loving inch. Kuro would continue to hold her close as he looked her in the eyes, placing his mouth here and there. -Tasting- with her permission, Inch by inch he would lay claim to her as his own, spiritual chakra would surge from within his body as only his healer form was capable, a shimmering metallic grey glow would shimmer over them both as he finally disrobed her completely. Their chakras would merge as they embraced eachother for a long slow much wanted kiss.

After what would amount to five hours the sun would slowly begin to wane on the horizon as Kuro would lay upon the fresh verdant green with a warrior woman lying in half slumber across his body his robes wrapped around her like a blanket. As he finally found his words again. “Are you hungry Yuri-buke (Warrior Lily in translation but literally translates to Lily-warrior) I would be honored to make you something special to eat? Perhaps after a trip to the hot springs beneath the dojo.” Healer Kuro had some new scars that had already healed over as it was always true every rose has its thorns and Amaya had her own.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

5 hours later...

"Yuri-buke?" Amaya, who looked to be bearly conscious, would asked with a certain tone of disaproval. The dialect was not familiar, a pet name perhaps and though it was not likely that she'd except such a banner, unfortunately Amaya was in no position to argue it. Instead a sigh of acceptance was given instead. Her eyes fought to open but would only manage a peek before retreating and remaining shut. Truth be told she was exhausted. He could have called her almost anything and recieved the same sigh of affirmation. Battling giant ancient Sand monsters, explorIng uncharted caverns with danger awaiting each turn and now, a five hour session of her wildest dreams. Amaya was the type to pride herself and as a result led to her current state of fatigue. She could have just given in about two hours ago but her pride of being the strongest would not allow it. In the end, it was an inevitability as Kuro had the stamina and jutsu of a Sage.

Kuro would offer her a cooked meal after a trip to the hot springs beneath the dojo. As if things weren't already heated but Amaya could endure no more and dare not take up the challenge of standing. Her finely toned legs still fought to gain stability. Amaya would manage her eyes open for just a moment. Across from them was a four legged life like sculpture of a Mystical creature from lore Amaya fantasized that resembled a horse. It was made of wood, both its mane and coat composed of soft greenery. It had a horn like Kuro expect it only had one in the center of its forehead. Some great memories were made a top it's back today that had Amaya swooning. She'd tuck her head under his chin playfully as her body rested halfway on his.

"Hmm... let's just stay like this for a bit. We can hold each other and stare at the sky, like in some shitty two-crown romance. Besides, I can hardly feel my legs thanks to you."

[Mft]
[Ooc: sry for the wait]