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[h3]Hideaki Tatsuji[/h3] [/center]
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Tatsuji watched the elf oni contemplate his existence in silence, his expression utterly unreadable through his golden mask. Then she went on ahead, picking up the shanty that the human had begun. Though invisible past his barrier, a smile was palpably coming from the fire oni as he rode along, catching up to them slowly from behind before the imp of an oni bombarded them. At that moment, the aqua oni with her beautiful red parasol began to chastise the human for smoking. Before he could contemplate what to say, Hisaya fell back in line with Tatsuji, who rode not far behind the supply wagon at this point. 

"You might not want to get any closer to that caravan, unless you want to get your hair put out." She said, apparently keeping her eye on the woman who rode with the supplies. Up until this moment, Tatsuji had made a valiant effort not to stare at the absolute beauty of the water oni. In those long hours holed up in his home, waiting for orders to be given, he had dedicated his time to studying other oni. When in Rome, as the saying goes. The fact that her kind was here and not locked away as a prize or living free spirited by the rivers told him all he really needed to know. Thus, despite her enchanting appearance and the subsequent tightening of the armor that was already so small on him at the sight of her, he had done his best to steer clear. At this moment, he allowed himself to gaze up at her from behind, a sigh stifled by his own sense of logic. He turned to look at Hisaya through his mask which betrayed only the emotion that was carefully carved into it upon its conception.

[color=orange]"The woman could stab my heart at this moment and I'd still sing her praises. Any woman giving myself attention would receive the same so long as I can look at the flustered face she makes before I perish. Hahaha..."[/color] There was an edge of humor to the deep rumbling of his voice which echoed beneath the mask as he admitted his perverse needs. [color=orange]"My fire will not harm our resources; still, the lady is against my existence. I will falter."[/color]

He gently pulled at the reigns, taking into assumption that she was also concerned about him if just a bit of contained embers bothered her so. Falling behind the caravan by a step, he turned his attention to the sky. It hadn't been long since they began. Perhaps they would reach their destination by sundown.