[As amusing as she sometimes finds it to be the first to ink a person, as much as it is an honor, in some ways, to be trusted with that... Kiritsubo much preferred when her clients knew the drill. Amos knows what to expect, how to breathe, and how to bear the pain that came as par for course with etching something permanently into flesh. It gives her freer reign to focus on the art itself than managing the man beneath.
This time she is interested in the man beneath, but... In what he says, not in the mundane chore of convincing him not to flinch. As clever fingers move the long-handled traditional needles she preferred expertly over the delicate lines she「sees」on his chest, the ability in her eyes not needing any sort of sketching or tracing step, she listens, she shifts over his hips, she hums...
And a part of her agrees. Not for the reasons Amos might think, because Kiritsubo prefers balance to one side dominating the other, but the end result is the same.]
It would seem that we do.
[In order to tip the scales back... Zenith would need a victory. Before losing the Harbinger effigy, she had not been invested because balance had not been threatened, content to watch how things shook out, but now... ? She lifts her false golden eyes up to look at Amos' face just briefly, and in that moment... She smiles that mysterious little smile of hers.]
... Mmmm. I can.
[She had not bothered changing much about her voice or her body language because she was not actually hiding her identity from Amos, only fooling those who she passed in the street, but if she was actually intending to disguise herself truly?]
Unless someone has eyes like mine, or they are an incredibly powerful sorcerer capable of stripping away others' work... My transformations are rather perfect.
["Rather", because nothing was "wholly", and the Oracles themselves had proven capable of magically defaulting her back to her natural form, but. She lets her words trail off so that Amos might fill the air with what he meant to say next, listening as she turns her eyes back to the pattern emerging on his skin, gently stabbing ink beneath his skin without a single significant pause.]
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This time she is interested in the man beneath, but... In what he says, not in the mundane chore of convincing him not to flinch. As clever fingers move the long-handled traditional needles she preferred expertly over the delicate lines she「sees」on his chest, the ability in her eyes not needing any sort of sketching or tracing step, she listens, she shifts over his hips, she hums...
And a part of her agrees. Not for the reasons Amos might think, because Kiritsubo prefers balance to one side dominating the other, but the end result is the same.]
It would seem that we do.
[In order to tip the scales back... Zenith would need a victory. Before losing the Harbinger effigy, she had not been invested because balance had not been threatened, content to watch how things shook out, but now... ? She lifts her false golden eyes up to look at Amos' face just briefly, and in that moment... She smiles that mysterious little smile of hers.]
... Mmmm. I can.
[She had not bothered changing much about her voice or her body language because she was not actually hiding her identity from Amos, only fooling those who she passed in the street, but if she was actually intending to disguise herself truly?]
Unless someone has eyes like mine, or they are an incredibly powerful sorcerer capable of stripping away others' work... My transformations are rather perfect.
["Rather", because nothing was "wholly", and the Oracles themselves had proven capable of magically defaulting her back to her natural form, but. She lets her words trail off so that Amos might fill the air with what he meant to say next, listening as she turns her eyes back to the pattern emerging on his skin, gently stabbing ink beneath his skin without a single significant pause.]