The moment Amos' hand lands upon her arm, Kiritsubo's practical demonstration comes to an end, and the force of her body weight (and the not at all negligible power possessed by a youkai, belied by her frame) fades away. She pulls the small knife back, and the sudden storm clouds upon his skin roil a moment around the tiny wound... and then drift back across his skin to where they were first placed, the ink returning to its proper linework, the colors separating to once again form a beautiful lotus blossoming beneath his shard. Even to an expert eye... It is like it had not moved at all. It is simply a beautiful tattoo.
So with a satisfied hum, her supervision of that finish complete and no problems in her work detected, Kiritsubo turns her gaze from his chest... back to the knife, her long tongue tracing carefully along the blade tip to lap the small crimson stain off the metal. Mmm. It was a terrible habit to put a weapon back in the sheathe bloody, after all.]
Isn't it... ?
[A good trick. Putting the blade away, she wraps her arms around Amos' neck and presses against him as casually as one pleased, settling onto his lap with a smile that was all too mischievous. All physical cues seemed to indicate she was ready to throw business aside and get to something lewder she'd been wanting for days, unable to indulge herself as much as she preferred when she was actually taking her spywork in Springstar seriously, and yet... No, unfortunately there was still a bit of actual knowledge to impart upon him. For his safety, naturally. One could not put a spell like this on someone without actually making sure they knew how to best rely on it.]
It will work anywhere on your body, because it responds to the trigger of damage on your skin- it is not bound by your awareness or your command to activate it.
[She has done work like that, too, but... That sort of ink was for different things, not necessarily protecting a man while he trying to assassinate an enemy commander. He would potentially be making many enemies from this point onward... Not all who would fight him honorably face to face. The response wouldn't be wasted on accidental inconveniences like a papercut or a knuckle pinched in one of his little machines downstairs, but...]
However... as you can see, it cannot protect you from poison strong enough to fell a man simply by coming into contact with their body. And the ink must rest after it has moved. It will shield you from one blow, physical or magical, but once it has it will not be able to protect you again for... Hmm, about a day or so. Think of it as "recharging".
[Modern humans in her world used that word a lot, she assumes Amos will be familiar. Behind her, there is suddenly a white, fluffy tail, waving slowly back and forth like a predator wriggling its haunches as it considers the pounce.]
So... Keep that in mind, won't you? ♡ It can save you from a surprise attack, or buy you time when your opponent is shocked to find they have not just broken through your defenses and killed you like they thought they did... But the rest you must do yourself.
[She has a certain amount of faith in him. He always struck her as a man who had no problem taking care of business.
(And as for knifeplay, well... Just make sure to trigger the first defense response, and then have fun, kids~)]
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The moment Amos' hand lands upon her arm, Kiritsubo's practical demonstration comes to an end, and the force of her body weight (and the not at all negligible power possessed by a youkai, belied by her frame) fades away. She pulls the small knife back, and the sudden storm clouds upon his skin roil a moment around the tiny wound... and then drift back across his skin to where they were first placed, the ink returning to its proper linework, the colors separating to once again form a beautiful lotus blossoming beneath his shard. Even to an expert eye... It is like it had not moved at all. It is simply a beautiful tattoo.
So with a satisfied hum, her supervision of that finish complete and no problems in her work detected, Kiritsubo turns her gaze from his chest... back to the knife, her long tongue tracing carefully along the blade tip to lap the small crimson stain off the metal. Mmm. It was a terrible habit to put a weapon back in the sheathe bloody, after all.]
Isn't it... ?
[A good trick. Putting the blade away, she wraps her arms around Amos' neck and presses against him as casually as one pleased, settling onto his lap with a smile that was all too mischievous. All physical cues seemed to indicate she was ready to throw business aside and get to something lewder she'd been wanting for days, unable to indulge herself as much as she preferred when she was actually taking her spywork in Springstar seriously, and yet... No, unfortunately there was still a bit of actual knowledge to impart upon him. For his safety, naturally. One could not put a spell like this on someone without actually making sure they knew how to best rely on it.]
It will work anywhere on your body, because it responds to the trigger of damage on your skin- it is not bound by your awareness or your command to activate it.
[She has done work like that, too, but... That sort of ink was for different things, not necessarily protecting a man while he trying to assassinate an enemy commander. He would potentially be making many enemies from this point onward... Not all who would fight him honorably face to face. The response wouldn't be wasted on accidental inconveniences like a papercut or a knuckle pinched in one of his little machines downstairs, but...]
However... as you can see, it cannot protect you from poison strong enough to fell a man simply by coming into contact with their body. And the ink must rest after it has moved. It will shield you from one blow, physical or magical, but once it has it will not be able to protect you again for... Hmm, about a day or so. Think of it as "recharging".
[Modern humans in her world used that word a lot, she assumes Amos will be familiar. Behind her, there is suddenly a white, fluffy tail, waving slowly back and forth like a predator wriggling its haunches as it considers the pounce.]
So... Keep that in mind, won't you? ♡ It can save you from a surprise attack, or buy you time when your opponent is shocked to find they have not just broken through your defenses and killed you like they thought they did... But the rest you must do yourself.
[She has a certain amount of faith in him. He always struck her as a man who had no problem taking care of business.
(And as for knifeplay, well... Just make sure to trigger the first defense response, and then have fun, kids~)]