"Greetings Kirishii."
Was the words of the steward, confirming what Sora had already seen in his face when he entered, he had changed enough, as no one were to recognize the face he had before, he had maintained his massive size, but that would be obvious for a Kirishii, in fact he would probably not even be big in their standarts, What was he to know, he had been a Kirishii for nothing more than a day. but in the storied his clan told, most were massive, and very few were smaller than the Yamaryuu, the clan where size, strength and tenacity was pivotal for standing in the clan.
It was different for Sora to be greeted with such respect, he were after all no one of importance yet in the society of Suna, although he had the funds to appear that way, and the size that required living quarters bigger than most. he were only a man of funds, not of power. and as such he knew not how to adresse this respect in any other fashion than to return the slight bow.
"Greetings Steward Takahashi"
Sora returned the greeting.
"I cannot tell what news from Dreadline, and neither of the Prime Diamund. As I have not been there."
Sora answered his questions. his manner of speech the same as before, although a grinding of a rockslide and rumbling of stone ran underneath, but the style was the same as before
"My name Is Sora, of the Yamaryuu, and now of the Kirishii as well, you might remember me differently, an Academy student known for prowess and size."
Sora waited a few breaths for this to sink in. Sora had no means to confirm who he was, except for the clothed he was wearing, as it was the same as last time Sousuke had seen the boy, the surprisingly heavy weave, interlocked with weave of kevlar. making the suit durable to the extreme, evident that it had survived his transformation, where his shoes had not. Sora was sure that when he dropped the blazer, his shirt would only be partial fine, the front only missing a few buttons at the neck, but otherwise looking perfectly fine, as long as the blazer was on, nothing underneath that would have survived the grinding between the rock and the kevlar when he moved, but the shirt were held on place by the pressure of the blazer and the rock surface together.
he then continued.
"I have been charged with a message. the message is as follows."
another breath of silence, the radiance of his eyes winking out, as if he had closed his eyes for a second, to return in full brilliance again as he spoke on.
"Homura has been Resurrected"
he then bowed his head in another return of respect and continued.
"That is the message. I believe my form is evident of the sincerity of his power, as he changed me, from the form you have seen before to the form that now stand before you, no more than a day ago.
Further I can report to have met the being called Hahaoyasuna, and heard mention of the Fuujin, as souch i belive that history is being written as we speak"
[MFT 250 wc]
[ooc: very sorry for the delay]
