[b]Seiga - Seiga's Retreat, Unknown[/b]

[color=6ecff6]"Mm. Not this one, either."[/color], Seiga mumbled as she tossed a gold ring off onto the rejection pile. Next, she held up a wide, flat brush, of the sort one would use to apply varnish. The hairs were stained black from apparent use, and the bristles had an oddly silky quality about them for such a stiff brush. She swished it experimentally, feeling a twinge of power. Wonderful! Looks like the Teigus hadn't been a total loss after all. It was instinctive, calling upon a basic resonance in her being that wasn't entirely unlike using her chisel. She tapped it slowly with her finger, and the brush began so seep a dull black ink, almost like the sort used in calligraphy. She flicked her wrist, and the brush left a thick, solid line hanging in midair. She touched the line carefully, confirming that it was indeed a solid barrier formed of the brush's paintlike substance. Perfect. Now to dispose of the other ones that hadn't worked- after all, if they weren't of any use to herself, why keep them around?

[color=6ecff6]"Yoshika, dear."[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]"Huh? Who's there?"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Could you come here for a moment?"[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]"Okaaaaay~"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"...Yoshika?"[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]"Huh? Who's there?"[/color]
Seiga pinched the bridge of her nose.
[color=6ecff6]"I'll just bring them over."[/color]

A short while later, Yoshika was happily munching away at the magical WMDs, finishing up the book.
[color=bc8dbf]"Nyuh-Nyuh"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Don't speak with your mouth full, dear."[/color]
Yoshika swallowed.
[color=bc8dbf]"Nyan-Nyan, can I keep this one?"[/color], she held up the breastplate with a small gem what looked like a topaz. 
[color=6ecff6]"...Certainly, yes. Let me strap it on for you."[/color], Seiga replied.
[color=bc8dbf]"Thanks, Nyan-Nyan! You're the best!"[/color], Yoshika said cheerfully as her master tightened the breastplate's straps. Had she attuned to it? Could teigus be given to the dead? Was that something that could be done? Seiga pondered these things as she helped the zombie don her new armor.
[color=6ecff6]"After you finish with these, do your exercises, okay?"[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]"Roger!"[/color], Yoshika struggled to give a salute, but the best she could manage was some uncomfortable-sounding popping noises and pivoting her arm about twenty degrees upwards.

As Yoshika did her afternoon calisthenics, Seiga turned towards a different task. The paintbrush, though a nice trinket, would not be enough to defeat Suiki. Seiga needed something with a little more kick to it, something that let her take the offensive. She lit incense, cast bones, and read tea leaves, amassing information bit by bit until she had found her next location.

[color=6ecff6]"Yoshika?"[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]"Uh huh?"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"I think we'll be paying somebody else a visit. How do you feel about alchemy?"[/color]
[color=bc8dbf]"Is it a food?"[/color]
Seiga chuckled, [color=6ecff6]"It may very well be, my pet."[/color]