I saw Mommy kissing Samba-Claus (KISS BINGO EDITION) 💋🌿

[beleos]

QIASU (HIGHSTORM)

On December 15th, the marker of the latter half of Takiltu, Kenos comes together to celebrate unity and togetherness, to come together with friends and family, to be kind to others and share in one’s wealth - whether that comes in the form of knowledge, monetary gains, or the exchange of gifts and one’s time. This celebration is an amalgamation of many worlds’ winter festivals, and as such, is known in the two cities as the Year’s End Festival, or Qiasu as Highstorm calls it.

This part of Takiltu is when Highstorm truly starts to hit winter. Snow is a frequent occurrence, but it’s one that the city welcomes, since with the snow comes a few of the most beloved traditions of the city. By far the most popular is heading to Greenwood Yards. The gardens themselves may be either dormant or showing their simpler winter gardens, but you may have noticed an area by the bathhouses left in surprising amount of disrepair… This is because during the winter months, this area fills up with a natural outdoor hot spring! Take a swim under the moonlight, and even explore some of those ruined old manors, now with their first floors warmly flooded. It’s a tradition to bring in your favorite drinks and spend an evening sipping it in a parlor with friends, and to make new ones by sharing your drinks. Of course, do watch out for the ghosts. They’re mischievous more than malicious, but this is their favorite time of the year too!

You can also head to the Great Tree, which is decorated for the season with glittering glass orbs and is the current roost for the pale Moonbugs of Highstorm. Write a wish on a slip of paper and hold out your hands, and one of the Moonbugs will come sit within them. Whisper the wish to the Moonbug and it’ll take the paper and fly away to find someone to fulfill it. Of course, this also means that a Moonbug is likely to come find you! Besides it being good karma to fulfill the wish, you’ll be given a brief vision of the person whose wish you fulfilled and be blessed by the tree for the duration of the month depending upon your Aspect:

• Advocate: People are more likely to buy you meals/rounds and every recipe you make turns out perfectly.
• Exalt: Animals seem to think more kindly of you, and you'll find them much easier to befriend.
• Harbinger: You're given a more silver tongue as your arguments seem to be better at persuading people.
• Iconoclast: You won't be effected by cold weather in any way.
• Savant: You heal much more rapidly from any injury and are generally the very picture of health.
• Stargazer: Your indulgences (whatever they may be) are both easier to find and are of higher quality.

And of course, there’s one more well-known practice in Highstorm, though it’s more of a tradition of Kowloon’s… The Gävle family is a well-known family who has lived in Highstorm for a long time, and they brought a tradition of building a festive Yule goat made straw in the square outside of their businesses. However, it also happens to be outside of Yura Szczepanski’s home. He’ll never do it himself, of course, but if you manage to burn it down? He’ll reward you, obviously. It doesn’t make it any more legal, so those that try generally spend some time in a Highstorm jail, but it’s an enshrined enough practice at this point that not only has it burned down more often than it’s survived, but there’s even a betting pool in Kowloon for whether it survives or not.

Of course, if these traditions aren’t quite your vibe, you’ll also find the city just generally set up for a metropolitan winter. The Antiques & Baubles Market is rearranged to make room for a large ice-skating rink, Tasseography (the coffeeshop by the Tomes) has a seasonal special for a hot chocolate that will fortify you from the cold for a few hours (and make you fire resistant? Weird,), and the city also hosts a full-size gingerbread house that you can indeed take a bite from, to name a few things. Generally speaking, if it’s something you could do in a snowy city at home, you’ll probably find an equivalent somewhere in the city of moonlight.

Be warned, however, if you are visiting from out of town. Highstorm's reception seems just a touch bit chiller than the weather!

YEAR'S END FESTIVAL (SPRINGSTAR)

Springstar will never turn down a chance to celebrate, but eternally Highstorm’s opposite, this is the warmest time of year. With the sun always shining, some days can get near sweltering, but that just means you have a different set of traditions to have fun with it!

The ivy-like vines that decorated the city in the beginning of the month (November) are now in full bloom, and you’re now likely to learn why the Meri consider them sacred. Wherever the flowers bloom, they encourage feelings of warmth and slightly higher inclination for physical contact within those that encounter their magical pollen*. Holding hands with someone by the flowers will give you feelings of liveliness and happiness, and for a few hours, the positive traits of the person you’re holding hands with become more prominent in you and vice versa. These effects do linger a bit longer, since for a month, you’ll also find that being around this person also gives you both a little boost in energy. It’s very sweet! This also comes with a bit of a further game, if you’re at all a frequenter of Psychagogía...

Madame Dee’s hosts a very popular competition simply called Kiss Bingo. Approach the booth set-up outside the brothel and touch your Shard to a special card, and names will appear upon it. From there, the rules are simple. Just give that person a kiss! It can be on their hand, their lips, their [redacted], all of it counts, and once you do, a little kiss mark will mark their name out. Get a bingo, and you can pick from a variety of prizes such as a ticket for a week’s worth of visits at a local buffet, a shopping spree at a nearby store, or a box seat for a day at the Coliseum. Of course, if you’re really an overachiever, fill out the whole card to get multiple prizes. Madame Dee might just give you a job!

With the promise of home that the Meri deeply believe in, they have their own gifting tradition. The Shard-Bearers know best that it’s possible to receive gifts from the Timestream, and for Year’s End, it’s tradition for the Tribune to pull out all the stops. For a week of the Festival, the Tribune works just outside of Heliopolis, and with the help of priests from the Church of Helios, reaches into the Timestream to produce a gift for anyone that comes to ask. This year, however, he's asked Quetzalcoatl and Samba's elves to deliver gifts, but you might not get anything you asked for (or maybe you did!) but they're all gifts the timestream spit out!

On rainy days (or simply the unbearably hot ones), you can also go to Starlight Park, which offers a reprieve from the weather. Inside the dome, you’ll find a idyllic, snowy valley where you can partake in all the natural joys of winter. There’s (highly) competitive snowball fights, sledding, and skiing to partake in, though you might be cautioned away from one slope. Head down that course and about halfway down, you’ll be chased by… a yeti? Luckily it doesn’t seem to be able to harm you, but it’s still shockingly fast and will catch you no matter how quickly you ski. You can also spend a bit of money to rent a yurt along the river for a relaxing and exceptionally cozy glamping experience. Some Yurts are even adorned with the sacred vines. You know, for no reason.

You’ll also find the Meri heading away from the city of Springstar a bit to head down to some of the beaches that surround Springstar. Being an island within an Island (capital ‘I’ meaning the Kenos kind of island), Takiltu is the traditional start of Springstar’s summer season and all the fun that comes with that. The beaches are bustling, but the cool and crystal-clear waters of the ocean surrounding the city make it worthwhile. Surfing, diving, and sailing are popular activities, but just make sure to stay within sight of the shore. It doesn’t take too long to hit the end of the Island and sailing outside the magical barrier that keeps Springstar floating in Kenos’s starscape generally isn’t survivable.

Just be mindful, if you're trying to escape Highstorm's chill for some summer fun, as attitudes are shifting toward bearers in general, and it might not be as easy as it once was.

NOTES

Weather summary for the second 30 days of Takiltu (NOV & DEC):

• Highstorm is out of fall and into winter. While there are some milder days, snow (and heavy snow at that!) is getting more common.
• Springstar is hot and humid, and it's not uncommon for brief thunderstorms to roll through in the afternoon.

Notable city changes:

• Both cities have experienced changing attitudes toward shard-bearers. You will need to be mindful if you want to travel to a city that doesn't house your faction, as things might not be as easy when it comes to getting around.
• Springstar has had an increase in attacks toward it's citizens, and they are often fatal and destructive. Rumors travel among Springstar's seedier types that these are escaping from Ryad, and they aren't being reigned in. That always comes with a flicker of worry.

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Comments

[baltimores]

[ His breathing is steady, if not a little tight thanks to the way she has to lean over him. With the way his eyes are shut and his body largely motionless apart from the soft rise and fall of his chest, it would be entirely reasonable to think he's gone to sleep, even as she continues to etch her art into him. It's almost rhythmic, pleasant the way delicate lines are added to his being.

But Amos is, indeed, awake. His eyes stay shut, but he does shift his head slightly at her latest observation, a soft grunt at her insinuation. ]

Working on one, yeah. [ It's murmured, his voice low but still direct. He's not going to deny it. ] We've lost the last two Oracles. Need to tip the scales back in our favour.

[ A beat. ]

You can pretty much go anywhere you want if you change your appearance, yeah? Like nobody'd suspect you of anything if they didn't know it was you?

[tattooism]

[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.]

[baltimores]

[ They need a victory. Several, as a matter of fact, but first things first — they can start with the one. She agrees.

She also doesn't clarify, so as far as Amos is concerned that's it, then — Kiritsubo is down for the cause, ready to help Zenith win not just the next battle, but the whole fucking war.

His eyes crack open enough to see that smile, his gaze that much more focused for it. Despite how relaxed he is throughout this entire process, despite how well he's managing the pain, he is very much awake and aware now, mind coming back online in full force. ]

There might be people like that in Springstar. Lots of people live there; you never know. You got a way to get away just in case? Wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

[ He's still an Exalt, after all, and this could be devastating if anyone gets caught... but probably moreso if they're a spy. As much as the mission needs to be completed, it's not as though Amos wants to lose anyone along the way for it — but certainly not someone like Kiritsubo, someone with whom he'd hit it off right away, and someone who he now has reason to believe is dedicated.

So, first things first, though maybe the part where he's inquiring about her safety first plays a part in letting her know: this is going to be something big. ]

[tattooism]

[She agrees. And she will keep agreeing until Meridian and Zenith have the same amount of Oracles again- or at least, the same amount of comparable power. In her own world, she had always walked that fine line, never making an enemy of anyone but never being all that reliable an ally, either, fickle with her attention and sparse in her loyalty, willing to step foot in either camp if it suited her tastes. But here...

Well. In order to secure a new world for Kiyoami... She might actually have to abandon that neutrality she has always imposed upon herself. But she has not yet come to the moment when she must made a true decision. For now... All Amos need to know is that she did think Zenith required a victory. That wasn't a lie at all.]

There could be. I heard they have a god or two, powerful magic users... and that is just shard-bearers.

[She has done her share of recon, whether anyone else was aware of it or not. Her gaze is occupied with the curve of petal she is crafting on him, but once that line is done she raises it a moment to look at the focus in his eyes. So it is something quite important. She knew he was a dedicated Zenite... But now... Now, she is curious. And her somewhat unreadable smile turns more simple when he expresses worry for her. She was a good fuck, an entertaining companion...

But she isn't used to people worrying about her safety. And not just because of her strength. It was a simple consequence of the nomadic life she had chosen to lead, the fact that her「sight」tended to scare away those unable to handle their karma on display longer than a night or two. It could be lonely in a way... But it was free. As long as it did not tie her down... She could treasure them. Little moments of connection, little emotions like "concern".]

- I can be quite slippery, though. And a bit stronger than I look.

[Which honestly... in this shape, wasn't strong at all, all soft curve and only barely toned muscles. But whether he thinks she just means that she could transform into a more physically powerful body or that she herself was simply strong no matter what she looked like...]

I just haven't shown you because I don't want to break this lovely pelvis of yours when I'm on top~

[- She can't quite help the cheeky comment or the little wriggle over his hips, it seems, but the facts beneath are still intended as reassurance. And in the wake of those...]

Do you have a favor to ask of me, lover?

[baltimores]

[ He frowns a little at the notion of Meridian's supposed gods, mouth twisting slightly in discomfort from that more than the procedure he's undergoing. But it loosens up almost immediately after, as though something has occurred to him — and then he is meeting her eyes, silent and holding weight to his own gaze.

Softens as her smile does. Of course he cares about her; he knows her. It's never a question in his mind — most people he inherently doesn't so much as regard. The people he's chosen, though? The ones he likes spending time with, ends up caring for? There is a drive to protect — whether they need it or not, whether they're stronger than him or not. It's something he wants to do.

Amos huffs a laugh at that little wriggle, staying still otherwise. His body isn't going to react in the middle of all of this, but at least she's ignited a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, a gentle curve of his own lips. Lover.

He's never been called that before. ]

Well, you can break me a little if you want. I got healing magic.

[ His amusement fades, a gentle tapering off as they get to the nature of the favour. Because yeah — now it's back to business, though his gaze remains soft. While he has a window to move he brings a hand up to the back of his head, using it to prop himself up a little more. ]

Yeah. Couple months back I tried getting into Heliopolis in Springstar. You know, where all their important shit seems to be? Their Tree, church or whatever... Tribune. [ A beat. ] Wasn't expecting to get too far in, if only because, you know. They probably figured out who I am by now.

[ He's someone who doesn't make any efforts to conceal himself; will always go out and about as himself. It's a problem for things like this, he knows. An area where he's destined to fail, unless. ]

Thing is, I'm going to kill Cyrus. [ There's no bravado in his voice, no declaration. It's merely a simple statement of fact, as though he were remarking on it being cold outside, or how he's going to enjoy the nap he's going to take when they're done here. ] So if I knew someone who could get close to him without him knowing... Figure out the layout of the place, his daily routine, where he's most likely to be at any given time...

[ The focus is back, combined with something expectant. Hopeful. Friendly? They are friends, after all.

Lovers, maybe, apparently. ]

That something you could do?

[tattooism]

[What a shame, she thinks, if she knew. He was a good one- at least, by her rather physically focused standards. No fuss, no complicated emotions, just desire and momentary connection and mutual effort, venting out stress, unwinding from the wire, sating a tanuki's libido, or simply indulging in lazy pleasure. She will say it more, if it pleases him and makes his smile curve that way.

Just because she did not love her lovers, not the same way she had devoted her heart to the one whose shard Yima had formed from the soul she guarded, did not mean she did not feel affection for them, even for mortals destined to die in the blink of an eye and a few meager decades. (Though, there was something about Amos... a strange sensation like a clock hand stuck, stuttering, clicking-)]

Oh, are you now?

[She reacts to the news as if he had just announced that it was cold, and it was now her turn to question if he might not then need a scarf. Though... It seemed she was supposed to be the scarf. But... she does not turn her gaze away to the flower taking shape on his chest, not for a moment. He is focused, after all... and that certainly is one way to attempt to restore balance within the factions. There is a moment that she seems to consider it... before she answers with a simple,]

I could.

[Will she is not yet inked as pact, not quite yet, but yes, she could. Her gaze returns to the flower, the needles to his skin, but she continues on in the same casual tone that might confuse anyone else who heard such a serious talk happening. Not that they should, in this soundproofed room, with the wards she had put on the insides of it when no one was looking.]

The one time we spoke, I asked for the names of the tattoo artists he uses in Springstar, and to be honest... I had been shadowing them hoping he might book an appointment.

[Getting her hands on the flesh of a Tribune... Now that had seemed a tantalizing opportunity to spread her reputation. But he had not. Some members of the Heliopolis guard, some staff, though... They had. They were the trusted artists of Cyrus, after all. They came highly recommended.]

I could easily impersonate a Springstar citizen... But if you wish for me to learn his comings and goings more intimately... It will need to be someone who won't be questioned or suspect at his side.

[She gently wipes her fingers over his muscles, moving a slight stain of blood out of the way from her needle so that she can complete the line of that petal and move on to another.]

So it will require someone be replaced. I assume that is not a problem?

[If he plans to assassinate a man, she doubts he will draw the line at kidnapping and interrogation, potentially murder as disposal. But, she asks.]

[baltimores]

[ He's never loved. Make love as a euphemism for fucking is just odd to him. It's fucking. Love is just something that everyone else seems to have made up, and so lovers goes with it.

Kiritsubo calling them that, though? That's different. Before all of this, Amos would trend towards brothels whenever the need arose — a strictly transactional way to get it out of his system. He pays. His partner helps relieve him. A business arrangement and nothing more, so how lucky for him to have come across a couple of partners in Kenos who seem to get it just as well as he does — you fuck, and you move on, no need for that love shit to complicate and end a good thing.

Amos watches her watching her work, still relaxed, now with a slightly better view of his chest should he choose to direct his gaze downwards. He doesn't, his eyebrows climbing slightly as she answers that she could, focus firmly fixed on her as he waits to hear more.

A pleasantly surprised little rumble from his throat at hearing she'd already been doing some shadowing, even if it wasn't of Cyrus himself, and for her own reasons. That's still more than he would've expected to get out of the gate like this.

Amos exhales at her touch, a little startled by it as opposed to the sensation of needle through skin, before going back to watching her working, alert and considering. ]

Nope. [ His answer comes easily enough; yes, he will take that scarf, thank you. ] Just as long as it's not more trouble than it's worth. I mean, getting to Cyrus is going to be difficult. Getting to someone by his side probably not so much, but that's still the kind of thing that could be tough to execute. I dunno how much I can help there either, but yeah, if we gotta kill someone for you to take their place for a bit? That part's no problem.

[ Kidnapping doesn't even cross his mind — why wouldn't you just kill them and be done with it? It'd be less complicated that way, and the less complicated, the better. ]

[tattooism]

[Kiritsubo has never really used brothels. Largely because she could take on the most attractive form she felt like to garner the attention of someone that wouldn't take her coin very, very easily, but in a pinch... Sure. Sometimes she just really needed to fuck all night. But she finds it more convenient to fold her repeat partners into the network of contacts and allies (friends?) that she makes use of as required... and in turn, they are free to request to make use of her. It is how she has inked some of her tattoo work, how she has ended up shaped like her or him for someone to work out their frustrations with, and...

Apparently, how she got asked to assist in an assassination. That's quite a novel one.]

It shouldn't be too difficult. A guard would be easiest, because they likely don't talk much... but they might largely bunk in barracks, which would be harder to get to. The civilian staff should keep their own residences. As long as the right one is picked out, followed...

[Another petal is taking form on Amos' chest, the flower more and more obvious where it spreads and opens beneath the strange glow of his Shard.]

I can't have them killed immediately, though. I'll need to「look」at them properly first... watch how they move and how they sound... But there will be things about them and their routine I can't「see」that easily. Things like the names of all their coworkers, their upcoming plans, how chatty they are at work...

[She did not normally utilize her abilities to fully inhabit the life of another. She transformed freely to suit her own moods and how she felt about herself that day, or to fit an identity she had established for herself with a certain group or in a certain country. She was a keen observer, sure, so when asked to take on a role in bed she could usually portray things well enough as long as she knew the person, but a random high-ranked Heliopolis staff member... ? Hmm.]

Know any torturers? Chemical or physical, it probably wouldn't matter. It's just not really my thing...

[baltimores]

[ He frowns a little, both at the sensation of the needle once again at work and, more importantly the idea that this can't be a clean and simple kill-and-replace. This is beyond the level of scheming he's used to doing; it's still kinda disappointing that it can't just be that simple, though.

But of course it wouldn't be. If it was Amos would just walk up to Cyrus and shoot him himself, point blank.

Eyes lidded, he switches to watching her at work on his chest — watching petals take form, delicate lines dangerously close to his shard — and turns Kiritsubo's words over in his head. ]

Not sure if torture even works. Might be better off spying on them first, but... [ He clicks his tongue. ] Might not be enough time for that. It's probably gonna happen in the coming weeks. Can't spend too long waiting.

[ Amos grunts, both in mild discomfort and annoyance. ]

Yeah, torture ain't exactly my thing either. It's pretty fucked up actually. [ This is why when he has to take care of someone he just kills them. You know, like a normal person. ] I think... I dunno. You know Sebastian? If not him, then he probably knows someone.

[ Sebastian has helped him get hemlock in the past, though. Hemlock that he's been sitting on, waiting for the appropriate time to use it. He just... isn't quite sure how, yet, but it's another piece of the puzzle he has; another piece to ponder over how to fit in. ]

[tattooism]

A combination, then.

[That seems like a simple enough conclusion to come to, taking into consideration that torture didn't always produce results and yet they were working with a time restraint here. Understandable. As well-planned as some assassinations needed to be... The longer you schemed, the more opportunities your enemy had to discover things you would rather keep hidden. The more people you involved, the more risks that people would begin to blab.]

I suppose a tanuki would stand out, but... a stray cat or dog might not for a little while.

[She rolls her eyes a bit to herself, though. Inferior animals... The things she does for a good fuck! Oh, and also maybe Zenith. And balance. As Amos grunts, she absently runs her free hand gently over the opposite side of his chest, an absent-minded soothing gesture. She knows it hurts, she knows its uncomfortable. But oh, it's going to be so worth it.]

There are some drugs that make a person loose-lipped... perhaps that will do better than ripping fingernails...

[Because that is pretty fucked up, actually. Not something she's a fan of, even if she'd shrug and look the other way if the need arose. Her eyes cannot「see」everything, after all. But when he makes his suggestion...]

Ah. I do know Sebastian.

[Intimately. And she still hadn't "thanked" him for her newfound fame in Highstorm's (and Springstar's) erotic publications.]

That might be a good choice. Shall I give him the talk, or shall I leave it to you, Mister Assassin... ?

[baltimores]

[ He exhales as Kiritsubo runs her hand over the unmarked side of his chest, eyes flitting closed for a a couple of seconds. His mind remains at work, though; and the focus is back when he opens them again, still looking down at her work, past his shard.

Talking it out feels good, though. Starting to see how this is going to play out; the action that will unfold from it all. ]

Well, [ and the casual drawl is in his voice, back to talking about the weather, ] if you already know him then no need for me to play messenger, right? We can cut out the middle man. [ Which — even though this is his mission — that would be him, now, in this case. ] Yeah, drugging a guy's fine. Probably would work better, too. They might not even know they're telling you their secrets until the damage is done.

[ Plus it would be significantly less messy, so really, there's no downside to that approach. And if Sebastian could supply Amos with hemlock, surely something like this would be in his wheelhouse? Combine that with Kiritsubo's offering to be a stray animal for a bit too, and it seems like a foolproof way to gather information.

He's practically chipper now, humming a little as he lets his head fall back. ]

Mm. 'ppreciate this, Fluffy. I can't exactly scout ahead myself, so this helps a lot.

[tattooism]

[It is something, taking shape. An infiltration into Heliopolis first as a creature that would not be noticed, long enough to identify who best to take and to observe them as much as possible in their habitat and work. A change to a different shape, one with lips and soft hands and a voice that could whisper sweet nothings and encourage imbibing, talking, spilling. A demon that could take that person out of the picture, and potentially deliver information that could not be taken gently or passively through the eyes. A tanuki that could then replace them, and stroll into the Tribune's orbit to learn all that could be gleaned to provide things like times, numbers, and vulnerabilities to an assassin.]

I'll contact him, then.

[She is smiling that mysterious smile, intrigued despite herself for the method. Even though she would potentially be willing to support almost any attempt to restore the balance between Meridian and Zenith powers, she finds this sort of scheme somewhat familiar. Nostalgic, almost, even though it had never been Kiyoami's way. Konnosuke's, perhaps. Ah, she did miss that rotten fox. But if she planned to say something else...

Kiritsubo pauses, one brow arching.]

Fluffy? Is that my new pet name~?

[As tempting as it was to pop into tanuki shape just to make a point- she is moving on from petals to the center of the lotus, and she won't jeopardize her inks for a joke. But she does laugh, freely, like they hadn't just been discussing the murder of a politidcal leader and the torture of an innocent.]

How did you know I had the fluffiest breast in all the spirit world?

[She would also like to add that it is the softest and the whitest.]

[baltimores]

[ Amos stares up at the ceiling through half-open eyes, simultaneously focusing on Kiritsubo's words and his own breathing. Through their aspect connection there is something undoubtedly happy coming from him, even through his own muted emotions — happy that this is coming together, happy that she's going to be a part of this, happy that she's fighting for Zenith. Contented and sated, embracing both her commitment and his own pain alike.

His eyes once again start to drift shut, Amos' smile spreading at her calling it a pet name, at her laughter. She's fun. He's glad she's here; thankful she walked into his shop a new Zenite looking for space to rent to get on her feet, not to mention all that immediately followed.

But— fluffiest breast? He opens his eyes again, tilting his head downward to get a look at... well. Her breasts, it would seem, from this angle. ]

I didn't. [ Whether that was supposed to be rhetorical or not, he's going to answer her question anyway. And a beat, before, ] You ever... I dunno. You ever have it be all fluffy when still in human form?

[ Maybe someone is finally ready to dip his toe into the waters of some light monsterfucking?? He's certainly been in a world with more than just standard humans long enough by now. ]

[tattooism]

[Ah, how strange still, to feel these sorts of emotions through her Aspect and not her「sight」. She had asked him when they first fucked met if it would feel like that with every Exalt... But annoyingly, she has yet to be able to put that hypothesis to the test. She ought to get on that. Note to self. For now... she basks in the simple happiness pulsing gently off of Amos.

For most people, happiness was rarely a simple thing, after all. Especially when it involved assassinations and what by all means should be considered foul plotting. One ought to enjoy it when exposed.

Which is. What Kiritsubo does to her breasts when she catches Amos looking, another free laugh escaping as she reaches up with her free hand to playfully tug her low-cut top down even lower. No fluff right now, mind, but...]

Which of us is the fortune teller, now?

[She jokes easily over him correctly guessing her "reputation", releasing her top to finish up the black lines of the lotus' seed pod. But once that's done, and she's set her tool aside properly in preparation for switching to a thicker needle... She lets herself address his curious little question.]

Mmmm, that depends~

[In the space between one blink and another, there are suddenly a pair of soft white ears twitching atop Kiritsubo's head, and a large fluffy tail waving temptingly behind her.]

Fluffy like this... ?

[And in the next blink, her skin ripples with the appearance of fur, her form shifting to something twisted halfway between woman and beast, still bipedal but possessed of a long muzzle full of teeth, paws, and- yes, indeed, a very soft-furred swell of bosom.]

Or fluffy like this?

[baltimores]

[ Linework feels a fuck of a lot nicer than colour, yeah. Amos' smile is pleasant and relaxed as she gives him a good view before switching over to finishing up that part of the tattoo, enjoying the emotions he's picking up off of her. Playful, and flirty, and someone he wholly gets along with — which is why it had felt right asking.

He's alert as he sees Kiritsubo's ears manifest themselves; tail occasionally brushing over his legs behind her. His expression doesn't change, but he grows far more alert — especially when she goes further, shifting her form into something like that he's occasionally seen out among the wider world of Kenos, but never really had any meaningful interactions with.

Since he's free for the moment, Amos reaches out, brushes his hand along one of her now-furry arms. It's soft, unlike anything he's ever felt before — and there is absolutely a fascination to the movement. ]

Like that. The way you are right now. [ Deep breath. ] Never been with anyone like you before. Wasn't a thing where I came from at all.

[ A beat, his hand lingering on her paw, marvelling at the feel of fur on someone he is actually holding a conversation with. ]

Next week?

[ After he's had the chance to heal up? ]

1/2

[tattooism]

[She had freed him up for this moment for exactly this. Though she was here primarily to work on his tattoo, and she would see that done perfectly... she was not so staid an artist that she would not indulge herself along the way. Or indulge him, even if that took the form of discussing an assassination with just as much passion as one might the weather. Beneath his hands her fur is soft, in that same white shade she had been when he encountered her as a racoon dog in the stone labyrinth of the Harbinger Oracle trial. Humans in her world used to think that this sort of form was a mistake, some gotcha proof that they had been caught mid-transformation between beast and man, but...

Honestly, they just found it amusing to let them think that. Tanuki could take it on just as intentionally as any, and this form elicited more amusing, shocked faces that amused the trick-loving members of their kind.]

Well, you know... Trying new things keeps you young~

[She moves her paw slightly, the claws and soft pads of her "fingers" flexing over his flesh before she leans forward to plant a kiss of sorts on his face, tongue flicking out from a muzzle filled with sharp teeth to lap quickly over the line of his cheek before she nuzzled along it, marking him with her scent as if to save him for later.]

Next week.

[Her voice, in this form, is huskier, a bit more of a rumble, but still perfectly human enough. Behind her, the bushy tail waves in the air... but then its gone, and she's back to fully "human" again, reaching for her inks and a different needle.]

Now... We have some colors to add.

[It was going to be a long day... but it would be worth it.]

[tattooism]

[Kiritsubo isn't one to usually keep to a schedule or actual prolonged contact, but her tattoo work is the one exception. She assigns Amos to a care routine, even as she jokes that she knows he is a veteran and must simply indulge her, and every few days she slips into Communion to ask a few brief questions about how the healing is going.

She doesn't appear in person again, though, until next week- actually, nearly two, because she is busy with things in Springstar establishing certain routines for his favor, and unlike her usual whimsical transformations and wanderings, those actually require a certain focus that cannot be abandoned so easily. The bell on his shop door eventually chimes for her entrance, though, and instead of her little rented room... she has him retreat back up to his quarters above the shop to sit on the edge of his bed instead of her leather chair.

There were certain things she had held off on for his health, after all, that she planned on not once that condition had been confirmed. No need to pretend.]

I'm eager to see how everything is looking, Amos...

[Setting her bag down on his bedside table, she smiles, tapping her own chest to gesture she was ready for him to strip and show her how her work was healing, beginning to integrate with his skin.]

I trust there have been no problems?

just oh so slightly nsfw

[baltimores]

[ He's been thinking about that kiss, her voice, off and on for as long as it takes her to come back. Once they were done — hours of brutalizing, stinging and blunted pain, skin red and irritated from abuse without reprieve — Amos had figured he would treat himself to a couple of days off, not so much as bothering to go downstairs. Bedrest, and careful bathing, easy-to-prepare meals and stacks of books he's taken out from the Tomes and, of course, jerking off.

But it's no surprise that she's late. Kiritsubo has been busy, after all, doing the work he tasked her with. Every time they commune he's pleased to hear from her, even if the conversation is largely about how he's doing. He's just happy to hear from her. Happy that things are progressing. Happy.

Amos is sure to flip the shop sign to closed and lock the door before they head on upstairs, because he's suspecting his work hours for the day are going to be done — if nothing else, he figures they'll have a lot to talk about. But there'll probably be something else.

He shoots her a little grin as she tells him to strip, and by the time she's asked her question his shirt is already up, over his head and off. He flings it over towards the laundry hamper, fully discarding it before Kiritsubo has his full attention again, broader smile with it. ]

Nope. All good, I think. Flaking stopped about a week ago. [ And the redness is long gone, the shininess his skin had taken on while healing, inks settled in and body no longer rejecting them.

Amos puffs his chest out as he looks up at Kiritsubo, almost preening and ready for her to see her work, fully healed. The lights in his shard flit around as they always do but he ignores that, meeting her eyes. ]

What d'you think?

just sexual tension vibes from here on

[tattooism]

[If Amos hadn't flipped the shop sign to Closed... Kiritsubo would have. As much as she had shamelessly joked about a customer walking in on them mid-fuck sometime... She had an entire week and some to make up for! Not that she hadn't been having fun in Springstar, mind. Still. She had been focused on erasing her presence and blending into the population completely unnoticed, so those had needed to be quick little... scratches of her considerable libido "itch". And stealing the identity of one of Madame Dee's prostitutes for an evening here and there wasn't enough.

Not that it was ever enough for her.

Amos's happiness is palpable, and if he is almost preening... Well, she would see that "almost" disappear, if she has her way. Kiritsubo's reputation as a tattoo artist was not for nothing, and with that came confidence. She had no doubt that her work would look good when she was finished with it, she had centuries of experience, but to see it actually having taken root on someone's body, become a part of them... That is the part she looks forward to. So she approaches with her usual casual, effortless sultriness, her hand sliding up his arm to find a place on his shoulder, pressing just enough to present the perfect angle for her to view her canvas.

Though she usually wore gold eyes with this particular form, she lets that detail slip back to her natural jet black, taking in the tattoo that now decorated Amos Burton's chest. Vibrant and pure atop the gray and black swirls of traditional clouds and water, much like the actual flower arises from the muck pure and unsullied, delicate petals of the pink lotus unfold, almost seeming to gently reach towards and envelop his shard within the bloom. A perfect representation of the karma she had「seen」on his skin, the influence the woman called Yima had left upon his mind reflected now upon his body. And as she looks... her mysterious expression becomes undeniably pleased.]

Perfect.

[With her artistic eye satisfied, she turns her clinical one to his skin. Though she had been checking in with him, she confirms for herself that the healing is going well, that it is where she would expect for the time that has passed... and it has. The colors are established, there is no blurring or infection... and most importantly, perhaps... the spell she had worked into the ink has fully sunk in. Her fingers hover in a tracing line over the lines of the petals just confirming, but...]

Mmm... The defensive magic has settled in well, too.

[Her lips curve up into a tricky little smirk, looking up at him through thick lashes. They had discussed the tattooing, of course, but... This was her gift to him. Part of her dedication to balancing out the uneven balance of power currently standing between Meridian and Zenith.]

Surprise~

[baltimores]

[ He immediately goes pliable at her touch, letting Kiritsubo angle his body any which way she wants, looking up at her expectantly. The charge of her need is obvious thanks to their shared aspect, and he opens himself up to it; lets it seep into him, too. Based on the way she'd come in and what he's picking up off of her right now, Amos figures this is more the prelude to a marathon than anything else.

Which, yeah. His own libido will never match hers, but he's game.

She calls it perfect and he tips his head down to look properly into her eyes, smile growing that little bit broader. She brings her fingers to hover over his skin and a little charge of danger and thrill goes through him at the proximity to his shard. He is stirring—

He blinks, expression resetting itself to a blank nothingness at her little revelation now imparted on him. That's... huh.

A moment of nothingness, and then Amos brings his arm around, hand on her back, looking to push her closer to him — or maybe even on top of him, grin back in full force. ]

Yeah? [ He'd been confused; now he's amused. And pleased. ] Tell me what it does.

[ It would seem she is being met with approval, just like that. ]

[tattooism]

[When given the opportunity, there is no way that Kiritsubo is not choosing "on top". As smoothly as if this was still just a professional examination but as sensually as if it were a seduction, she slides a knee onto the edge of his mattress and then straddles him, settling as if she quite content there despite the need to continue their rather business-appropriate conversation.

It is so interesting to her... that adaptability of his. The way he seemed to take in what was happening and decide how to react to it. She has seen youkai like that, but in a human...]

Yeah~

[Lips still curled in that pleased expression, the bit of trickster manifest that her kind was known in her lands to enjoy, she lets her palm flatten gently on his chest over the lotus, fingertips tracing now directly over the lines of the unfurling petals. As she speaks... her other hand is going for the pouch she wears hanging off her sash, pulling out a small knife.]

It's just a small little trick, mind, but... it could serve you very well some day, and surprise your opponent enough to give you a chance to turn things around.

[Except what it does? Why would she describe that in words when she could simply demonstrate? Holding up the knife with a flourish so he knows well and good it is about to be used, not about to risk him reacting poorly to a sudden "attack" from her this close, she pulls her other hand off his skin in order to point with her finger.]

Watch carefully, now.

[As she suddenly stabs him in the chest.

Or. She would have... if the ink of the tattoo she had inscribed on his flesh didn't abandon its shape to race straight to the point of what would be piercing impact, hardening beneath his skin at the precise point where the tip of the blade only just began to cut in to him before the spell was triggered. The knife doesn't get more than a fraction of a millimeter in, even though the muscles in Kiritsubo's arm are flexed and quivering with the force behind the blow and the effort to keep pressing in.]

[baltimores]

[ Amos has no objections to the way this is unfolding, letting her do as she pleases with him. She straddles him and he looks up, waiting for her to come even closer. She rests her hand over his chest and his heart rate ticks up; he's ready to lean in closer, too.

Her other hand produces a weapon and he looks at it curiously, eyes remaining focused on the blade as Kiritsubo speaks. Their shared body heat still demands some of his focus, but his gaze follows that knife. She needn't even tell him to watch — it's all he has eyes for, watching it as intently as though it's some sort of reward for him.

Not a threat. His heart is beating faster from their proximity to one another and earlier excitement, but otherwise his breathing remains steady, level. There's no change in his expression but for a curiosity as she—

plunges the knife into him—

Amos watches as storm clouds swirl around on his skin, rush in to where the knife is, grey with streaks of pink and gold and green along with them. He feels the pinch of a blade, not too unlike from when she'd been tattooing him to begin with; sees that one little bead of blood well up, standing out from the greys that have rushed in to block any more from joining it, and gives a small huff.

Looks past the blade to see the strain in Kiritsubo's arm and the force with which she's trying to penetrate him, and all for naught. Just one negligible drop of blood.

Looks back up at her, and smiles. ]

That's a good trick. [ Looks back at his chest to see the inks she's given him still holding a new shape and not the one he's gotten accustomed to over the past couple of weeks. It is a good trick. He brings his own hand up to rest along her forearm; it's okay, she can stop exerting so much force now. ] It work anywhere, like if someone comes at me from behind? Or... it always automatic like that?

[ So like, is knifeplay now out, or...

Because Amos trusts her. She's helping spy on Meridian's leader for him; he's already let her near his shard on multiple occasions now. This? Wouldn't be any different — so there's no need at present time but to carry on the conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

Why would it be out of the ordinary? Tattoos are permanent. This is him now, and he's enjoying it, what she's given him. ]

[tattooism]

[One small drop of blood.

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~)]

[baltimores]

[ His alertness remains focused on that knife — as it withdraws from his chest and his inks swirl back into their more permanent shape; as Kiritsubo brings it to her tongue to clean. He grins up at her as she settles herself into his lap, bringing his own arms up and around the back of her neck to pull her in further, bring them nose to nose.

As he shifts a little underneath her, obviously stirring — and yet his eyes retain their focus, as though he's separated his mind entirely from his body's physical response to her proximity to him, letting it react on its own while he takes in the pertinent information.

Amos nuzzles her slightly; goes in for a little bite of a kiss once she's done talking. ]

Makes sense. I got some healing magic, but nothing preventative like this. Would've thought I'd've picked something up like that already, huh.

[ He brings one hand to thread his fingers through her hair, broad palm resting against the back of her head; his other hand moves up and down her back rhythmically, low enough to skirt the base of her tail on occasion. ]

Yeah, I can do that. Having the advantage is good. Fuck, I've been taken by surprise once or twice in my life, and it ain't pleasant. Nice to know it isn't going to happen again.

[ His hand stops in the small of her back. Amos leans back against his bed proper, using his hand to try to bring her down with him, on top of him. His broadening grin has teeth. ]

Thanks for this, Fluffy.

[tattooism]

And healing magic can’t help you if you’re dead~

[His reactions are almost separate, the stirring of loins and the focus of the mind, but Kiritsubo’s are just so blended that they cannot be distinguished from the other, that she cannot decouple her lusts from her movements, even if she could choose not to act on them if she had to. Her little comment is a husky, teasing whisper despite the very serious idea of being killed by an attack one didn’t see coming or could not defend against. She tosses her head into the slide of his fingers through her current shape’s heavy golden hair, her spine arches and presses breasts fuller than the last time he’d held them against his chest so that she might wriggle her hips invitingly each time his touch brushed near the base of her tail-

And when he pulls her atop him when he falls back onto the mattress, she smiles back, with a muzzle full of sharp teeth from the half-beast form that he had expressed a budding new interest in when they’d spoken of her abilities beyond their uses in assassination. The change had been seamless. Near instant. The hands that now move to brace and pin on his shoulders are coated in soft white fur, paw-like but still a bit more humanoid and opposable, with claws and plush pads, and her suddenly digitigrade rear legs slip along his sheets until they find the purchase to lever up slightly, her tail still betraying her intent. A slightly cold nose trails along the edge of his jaw, then whiskers, then muzzle, marking him, before her long tongue lolls and then laps a line up his throat.]

Mmm… You’re welcome, lover~

[She wouldn’t do the favors she is for just anyone, though there is still plenty she wouldn’t do for him. (If it conflicted with her own goals, her own stance.). Still… he’s proven himself a very reliable man, in more ways than one. And right now...]

If you wanted to show me your appreciation, though... I’ve been in Springstar so long, all alone, working so hard…

[Very intentionally, yet very naturally, she grinds lazily against his stiffening erection, the black “lips” of this form peeling back to reveal even more smirking, glistening teeth. The dark eyes, though, blacker than black… those are Kiritsubo at the core, no matter what form she takes. Now… laughing eyes, when she teasingly confides,]

And the serious little clerks in the Heliopolis and the uptight Legionary lieutenants are just such disappointing fucks, Amos…