OC: You guys could have skipped me. >_> I totally forgot about this place despite being reminded.
IC:
It was the only option, to allow a harbinger of chaos into the fold. Even chaos had a thread of predictability because in the end it was still a game of odds. She would look over at Kazuki's sister, this was usually where she bucked the majority and did her own thing. The time where she would try to break away, play match maker, fall into the sea. She could have assisted with the latermost but she deemed it too great a risk, the was uncertain of the assessment skills of the shinobis in her company and she did not want to force an altercation if she did not have to. It was the variable with the greatest probability but the odds were sadly not in her favor.
”Lead the way Takeshi.”
Kazuki announced. Hardly any intervention from the Reaper's hyperactive sibling. There was a moment of hope when the girl stopped, somehow effected by her words. the corner of her mouth twitched -- success. She would approach Michi, the oracle uncertain what the girl would do she waited with a smiling expression that felt strange because they were muscles that she did not commonly use. She would place a hand on her forehead, she would not feel the chill, she was just as cold as the Senju. It was a trait bestowed upon her by her hybridization into the Deep Court.
"That sea sickness must have really done a number on you...just wow. Nii-san I think we broke her."
"Not at all," she tried to make a laughing noise. It was forced, not particularly charming but not obviously manufactured either. "I am just look'n forward to some bond'n," it was hard to talk like that. She felt like she was getting dumber as the moments passed. Yes, she had pride and it was not lessened by the loss of her humanity, if anything it was enhanced it. "After all I never get any social time with this handsome fella," she was referring to Kazuki of course. She wanted Natsuru to interrupt, to do something but she seemed more than happy to socialize with Yuki. Again, the odds were not in her favor. Nine out of 10 times the girl would have bit, insisted that they be sent off on their own to procreate or something equally awkward, potentially shouting her intentions the entire time. She just had to interact with Natsuru on the tenth time. She out out a protracted breath in frustration.
The verdant-haired Uchiha to take point and Michi would open up her notebook and start to sketch something as she slowly started to walk. She did not want to turn her back to the Kohonans, she did not trust their intentions, specifically those of the male that seemed to know Kazuki prior to his admission into Sunagakure. She was writing down numbers, the only one that might recognize them would be Takeshi if he was near enough to see but she would not share her notes with him willingly. She was writing down numbers. An estimate that would not be far from the exact truth, his height, his weight, the diameter of his arms and his waist. The range of motion his legs utilized with each passing step. Where his heel landed and how his weight was distributed. He was a target of her obsessive interest and edification. Necessity was the mother of many things, she saw him a a threat and she only knew one way of removing a threat.
The Occult Sennin would join the last Oracle’s side. He would once again offer her a shiny orb and she would instinctively tense. Her hunger was painful and intense, she could feel herself salivating like a Pavlovian canine. She would swallow hard and then attempt to distract herself as she looked back down at her notebook.
”I am offering you this again. This is part of your nature now, the act of consuming souls. You may not like it, but sooner or later, you will need to partake in it. Your survival will depend on that.”
"I'm..." she tried to say fine but instead she let out a strange wheeze. She could not say the word. She could not say a lie. 'I don't want it' -- a lie, she desperately did. 'I will be fine' -- she did not know that. 'I don't need it' -- she did. "I want to preserve my humanity for as long as I can," she admitted. That was truth enough it would seem. Consumption was a wasting disease for her kind, hybrids that is. There was a reason that eating your own kind was taboo and it went deeper than social convention, morals or even hygiene. She knew that she would eventually break and the corruption would change her, take what little she had left from her. Her hand shook as she made a gesture that he could put it away, devour it himself, do whatever he needed to do with it.
”You also wanted to ask me something. What is it that you wish to know?”
She shook her head, "it was a mistake to ask." It was a question about them, a question that she did not need to know the answer to. besides, she was not entirely certain that she wanted the answer. "Never mind Sennin Senju." She would walk alongside him in relative silence until they reached a restaurant, a busy place it would seem. That was good, the densely populated space would limit those with a code and it would give them the advantage if they needed to hide. She smelled the air, it smelled of fish and pungent from the booze that freely flowed inside of those worn walls. It was not desirable but it would do. She took a series of breaths as she tried to calm her nerves, she was far from fearless but she knew how to be brave. She would not leave Kazuki's side as they entered but she would wait for him to enter the establishment before her. She was trying to keep an eye on him but he was an autonomous being that made his own decisions good or bad and while with effort she might be able to manipulate him she was not able to control him.
While the wait staff was finding them a place to sit the Uchiha would approach her Sennin. Yes, there was a possessive term associated with him.
“Kazuki, while everyone is getting seated I have a request for yourself, I know it is not in my place to ask of such things, but I request an audience alone for a few minutes. A lot is going to change and I believe that as my mentor and teacher you will give me the insight I need before things become hectic, and your experience would prove valuable, I request only a few minutes of your audience time while we are getting seated, I shouldn’t keep you from the food long but would appreciate your advice right now, one of the few people who will give it to me honestly.”
"Why?" She asked hopefully before Kazuki could answer. "Is there something to share that you would not want your wife to hear?" She was indeed saying this loudly, over the restaurant chatter so that Takeshi's wife could overhear. Women could be a bit overbearing. Men secretive, their desire to grasp control of situations resulting in tense relations. She knew that she could not force Kazuki to stay nearby, if she tried too hard he would step away into foolishness as an act of defiance. She was just hopeful that someone with some power over him or Takeshi would intervene. She was not particularly troubled by spilling his blood on the floor of this crowded restaurant, it was a terrible change in her this past year since the transformation that bothered her less with each passing day. Still, there was a part of her that did not want to for the sake of social relations, hers with Kazuki not hers with potentially dangerous foreigners. Natsuru had power over the Sennin even if neither of them realized it. It was intangible but easy to define as love. "Or should I simply take offense to the fact that you are about to say... or do something untoward in my absence?" She was certain that it was the later. There was little he could share that she would not soon find out, that she would know before she came back to the table, not that Takeshi or Kazuki knew that. not that she cared about the things that she did not know in the way that she used to since her seals were broken.
"Natsuru order for me," she relented as she raised her menu in front of her face, the fold in the stiff plastic covered sheet holding the menu upright. She was up to something behind there, she always was. Her eyes would peer over the menu for a moment and she would glance at Kazuki and Takeshi, then she would seem to stare off, her visage would simply sink behind the menu out of sight.
Yamanaka: Mind Transfer Cast on Takeshi.
IC:
It was the only option, to allow a harbinger of chaos into the fold. Even chaos had a thread of predictability because in the end it was still a game of odds. She would look over at Kazuki's sister, this was usually where she bucked the majority and did her own thing. The time where she would try to break away, play match maker, fall into the sea. She could have assisted with the latermost but she deemed it too great a risk, the was uncertain of the assessment skills of the shinobis in her company and she did not want to force an altercation if she did not have to. It was the variable with the greatest probability but the odds were sadly not in her favor.
”Lead the way Takeshi.”
Kazuki announced. Hardly any intervention from the Reaper's hyperactive sibling. There was a moment of hope when the girl stopped, somehow effected by her words. the corner of her mouth twitched -- success. She would approach Michi, the oracle uncertain what the girl would do she waited with a smiling expression that felt strange because they were muscles that she did not commonly use. She would place a hand on her forehead, she would not feel the chill, she was just as cold as the Senju. It was a trait bestowed upon her by her hybridization into the Deep Court.
"That sea sickness must have really done a number on you...just wow. Nii-san I think we broke her."
"Not at all," she tried to make a laughing noise. It was forced, not particularly charming but not obviously manufactured either. "I am just look'n forward to some bond'n," it was hard to talk like that. She felt like she was getting dumber as the moments passed. Yes, she had pride and it was not lessened by the loss of her humanity, if anything it was enhanced it. "After all I never get any social time with this handsome fella," she was referring to Kazuki of course. She wanted Natsuru to interrupt, to do something but she seemed more than happy to socialize with Yuki. Again, the odds were not in her favor. Nine out of 10 times the girl would have bit, insisted that they be sent off on their own to procreate or something equally awkward, potentially shouting her intentions the entire time. She just had to interact with Natsuru on the tenth time. She out out a protracted breath in frustration.
The verdant-haired Uchiha to take point and Michi would open up her notebook and start to sketch something as she slowly started to walk. She did not want to turn her back to the Kohonans, she did not trust their intentions, specifically those of the male that seemed to know Kazuki prior to his admission into Sunagakure. She was writing down numbers, the only one that might recognize them would be Takeshi if he was near enough to see but she would not share her notes with him willingly. She was writing down numbers. An estimate that would not be far from the exact truth, his height, his weight, the diameter of his arms and his waist. The range of motion his legs utilized with each passing step. Where his heel landed and how his weight was distributed. He was a target of her obsessive interest and edification. Necessity was the mother of many things, she saw him a a threat and she only knew one way of removing a threat.
The Occult Sennin would join the last Oracle’s side. He would once again offer her a shiny orb and she would instinctively tense. Her hunger was painful and intense, she could feel herself salivating like a Pavlovian canine. She would swallow hard and then attempt to distract herself as she looked back down at her notebook.
”I am offering you this again. This is part of your nature now, the act of consuming souls. You may not like it, but sooner or later, you will need to partake in it. Your survival will depend on that.”
"I'm..." she tried to say fine but instead she let out a strange wheeze. She could not say the word. She could not say a lie. 'I don't want it' -- a lie, she desperately did. 'I will be fine' -- she did not know that. 'I don't need it' -- she did. "I want to preserve my humanity for as long as I can," she admitted. That was truth enough it would seem. Consumption was a wasting disease for her kind, hybrids that is. There was a reason that eating your own kind was taboo and it went deeper than social convention, morals or even hygiene. She knew that she would eventually break and the corruption would change her, take what little she had left from her. Her hand shook as she made a gesture that he could put it away, devour it himself, do whatever he needed to do with it.
”You also wanted to ask me something. What is it that you wish to know?”
She shook her head, "it was a mistake to ask." It was a question about them, a question that she did not need to know the answer to. besides, she was not entirely certain that she wanted the answer. "Never mind Sennin Senju." She would walk alongside him in relative silence until they reached a restaurant, a busy place it would seem. That was good, the densely populated space would limit those with a code and it would give them the advantage if they needed to hide. She smelled the air, it smelled of fish and pungent from the booze that freely flowed inside of those worn walls. It was not desirable but it would do. She took a series of breaths as she tried to calm her nerves, she was far from fearless but she knew how to be brave. She would not leave Kazuki's side as they entered but she would wait for him to enter the establishment before her. She was trying to keep an eye on him but he was an autonomous being that made his own decisions good or bad and while with effort she might be able to manipulate him she was not able to control him.
While the wait staff was finding them a place to sit the Uchiha would approach her Sennin. Yes, there was a possessive term associated with him.
“Kazuki, while everyone is getting seated I have a request for yourself, I know it is not in my place to ask of such things, but I request an audience alone for a few minutes. A lot is going to change and I believe that as my mentor and teacher you will give me the insight I need before things become hectic, and your experience would prove valuable, I request only a few minutes of your audience time while we are getting seated, I shouldn’t keep you from the food long but would appreciate your advice right now, one of the few people who will give it to me honestly.”
"Why?" She asked hopefully before Kazuki could answer. "Is there something to share that you would not want your wife to hear?" She was indeed saying this loudly, over the restaurant chatter so that Takeshi's wife could overhear. Women could be a bit overbearing. Men secretive, their desire to grasp control of situations resulting in tense relations. She knew that she could not force Kazuki to stay nearby, if she tried too hard he would step away into foolishness as an act of defiance. She was just hopeful that someone with some power over him or Takeshi would intervene. She was not particularly troubled by spilling his blood on the floor of this crowded restaurant, it was a terrible change in her this past year since the transformation that bothered her less with each passing day. Still, there was a part of her that did not want to for the sake of social relations, hers with Kazuki not hers with potentially dangerous foreigners. Natsuru had power over the Sennin even if neither of them realized it. It was intangible but easy to define as love. "Or should I simply take offense to the fact that you are about to say... or do something untoward in my absence?" She was certain that it was the later. There was little he could share that she would not soon find out, that she would know before she came back to the table, not that Takeshi or Kazuki knew that. not that she cared about the things that she did not know in the way that she used to since her seals were broken.
"Natsuru order for me," she relented as she raised her menu in front of her face, the fold in the stiff plastic covered sheet holding the menu upright. She was up to something behind there, she always was. Her eyes would peer over the menu for a moment and she would glance at Kazuki and Takeshi, then she would seem to stare off, her visage would simply sink behind the menu out of sight.
Yamanaka: Mind Transfer Cast on Takeshi.
