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Hiyoooo! I was just stalking/reading through all of the character sheets. I must find someone who knows Ntombi...maybe Shitsui; they're both psychos. Or Tyrant's character, Aura - he seems like a nice guy, might take pity on Ntombi...OR GIN. Gin looks so cool. Ntombi would convert him into Ban Tribe-alism.
I still think Shitsui is a good candidate, but it's up to you, Shadow.
I still think Shitsui is a good candidate, but it's up to you, Shadow.
It has occured to me that I know NOTHING about this anime, and I'm going on the wiki alone. Forgive me!
Name:
Ntombi
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
♔Full appearance♔
♔Facial close-up♔
Ntombi herself wouldn't be considered intimidating in the slightest, even with an understanding of her assassin status. She was, however, incredibly tall and lanky, with a bony figure and pale skin. Her eyes were a fierce, darkened amber and she decorated her lip and ears liberally with piercings. She wore filthy, worn-down cargo trousers with various burnt holes in them, completed with combat boots. Over her vest was a fishnet top, and on her head were a pair of goggles. She wore many belts on her waist and legs, and these belts held little leather satchels, or little leather bands that held many small glass vials in them. And when she moved, she moved with her body, each muscle being stretched to provide extravagant, arrogant actions.
Personality:
Pros:
Ntombi exhibits an aura of self-confidence that's borderline arrogance and an attitude stubborn enough to break through solid steel. She isn't the smartest of people overall, but when she believes she is right, then everyone else must be wrong. Her movements and actions portray a somewhat bestial quality and she prides herself over her 'amazing' flexibility, reflexes and agility. The only true area in which she has an extensive knowledge in would be poisons and antidotes, which she if found tinkering with regularly. If you manage to gain her trust and respect to a certain level, she'll start calling you "chieftain" and give you her fiercest loyalty, practically dogging your steps and lavishing over every command, punishment, or praise you bestow upon her. However, it's difficult to gain such a level of respect with her, as you'll see below.
Cons:
Ntombi is a highly superstitious and violent lady. Born and brought up strictly with the Ban Tribe's beliefs and systems beaten into her veins, She is adamant in her theories around 'spirits' and 'black magic' and the likes. She takes no authority figure seriously in the slightest, unless it's to benefit her own gains and, as a sadist, she will never end a kill swiftly if she has the chance. Clearly suffering from some sort of trauma, Ntombi's mind is unpredictable and she can suffer mood-swings and come up with the most outlandish ideas, usually at the wrong time and place. Her 'craziness' is not a plot ploy to make her seem more 'edgy', it's actually a massive disadvantage and causes failure quite often.
Biography:
Ntombi was born and raised in South Western areas of the Empire, safe within the Ban Tribe. Born under a strict and fiercely protective family, Ntombi was rigorously taught the ways of the Ban Tribe for the first sixteen years of her life as they prepared her to be wed with a chieftain in order to bring great prosperity and honour to her tribe. She labelled herself as "Witchdoctor", dabbling in odd concoctions that she had created herself, claiming them to be 'potions' to bring pure souls into the afterlife.
Upon her sixteenth year, however, the rebelling Ban Tribe were ultimately slaughtered by Esdeath's army and what little survivors left fled the scene, whilst Ntombi rushed towards the city. Whilst there, she bumped into a member of the Night Raid, who explained their aspirations to overthrow the Empire from within. Satisfied enough with this ideal, Ntombi signed herself up without so much as a second thought.
After five years of dedicated service, a lack of proper therapy, poor living conditions and very little people she sees as friends, Ntombi descended into a state of eccentric dottiness, usually sleeping in the 'base' and being a general hindrance to the Night Raid. Were it not for her extensive knowledge of poisons, her complete and utter lack of interest in rising in the ranks or gaining power, and their desperate need for members, it's far more likely that the Night Raid would've kicked this crazy 'witchdoctor' from their order upon a second's notice.
Weapon:
The Hunter: Ntombi's most prized possession. A long-range crossbow complete with around 500 darts (Ntombi makes more in her free time), this weapon seems more like a modified toothpick-shooter than an actual weapon. The real lethality behind this little devil is what happens to be put on the darts themselves, almost all of which are poisoned to give a slow, painful death, or paralysis, or unconsciousness...It's probably better not to ask Ntombi where she tests these posions, or who she tests them on.
Extra:
❀ Ntombi can make a variety of posions and their respective antidotes, but pays up for this in terrible close-range combat skills and therefore prefers to dodge and run out of the way. When she gets wounded, she gets wounded. She can't shrug it off like others do.
❀ Ntombi is, by and large, a nutter. Again, this isn't to make her 'edgy' and 'cool' - she's actually meant to be a little comedic, especially when this craziness can affect missions and assassinations and cause failures. She thinks she's a Witchdoctor.
❀ Ntombi. Eats. ANYTHING. She's hardly picky in the slightest and usually begs for food because most of hers gets contaminated with poisons (best not to make her cook the breakfasts.)
❀ After being in the Night Raid for 5 years, it's likely your character would know her (and probably avoid her).
Finished. Crazy Witchdoctor, reporting in!
Name:
Ntombi
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
♔Full appearance♔
♔Facial close-up♔
Ntombi herself wouldn't be considered intimidating in the slightest, even with an understanding of her assassin status. She was, however, incredibly tall and lanky, with a bony figure and pale skin. Her eyes were a fierce, darkened amber and she decorated her lip and ears liberally with piercings. She wore filthy, worn-down cargo trousers with various burnt holes in them, completed with combat boots. Over her vest was a fishnet top, and on her head were a pair of goggles. She wore many belts on her waist and legs, and these belts held little leather satchels, or little leather bands that held many small glass vials in them. And when she moved, she moved with her body, each muscle being stretched to provide extravagant, arrogant actions.
Personality:
Pros:
Ntombi exhibits an aura of self-confidence that's borderline arrogance and an attitude stubborn enough to break through solid steel. She isn't the smartest of people overall, but when she believes she is right, then everyone else must be wrong. Her movements and actions portray a somewhat bestial quality and she prides herself over her 'amazing' flexibility, reflexes and agility. The only true area in which she has an extensive knowledge in would be poisons and antidotes, which she if found tinkering with regularly. If you manage to gain her trust and respect to a certain level, she'll start calling you "chieftain" and give you her fiercest loyalty, practically dogging your steps and lavishing over every command, punishment, or praise you bestow upon her. However, it's difficult to gain such a level of respect with her, as you'll see below.
Cons:
Ntombi is a highly superstitious and violent lady. Born and brought up strictly with the Ban Tribe's beliefs and systems beaten into her veins, She is adamant in her theories around 'spirits' and 'black magic' and the likes. She takes no authority figure seriously in the slightest, unless it's to benefit her own gains and, as a sadist, she will never end a kill swiftly if she has the chance. Clearly suffering from some sort of trauma, Ntombi's mind is unpredictable and she can suffer mood-swings and come up with the most outlandish ideas, usually at the wrong time and place. Her 'craziness' is not a plot ploy to make her seem more 'edgy', it's actually a massive disadvantage and causes failure quite often.
Biography:
Ntombi was born and raised in South Western areas of the Empire, safe within the Ban Tribe. Born under a strict and fiercely protective family, Ntombi was rigorously taught the ways of the Ban Tribe for the first sixteen years of her life as they prepared her to be wed with a chieftain in order to bring great prosperity and honour to her tribe. She labelled herself as "Witchdoctor", dabbling in odd concoctions that she had created herself, claiming them to be 'potions' to bring pure souls into the afterlife.
Upon her sixteenth year, however, the rebelling Ban Tribe were ultimately slaughtered by Esdeath's army and what little survivors left fled the scene, whilst Ntombi rushed towards the city. Whilst there, she bumped into a member of the Night Raid, who explained their aspirations to overthrow the Empire from within. Satisfied enough with this ideal, Ntombi signed herself up without so much as a second thought.
After five years of dedicated service, a lack of proper therapy, poor living conditions and very little people she sees as friends, Ntombi descended into a state of eccentric dottiness, usually sleeping in the 'base' and being a general hindrance to the Night Raid. Were it not for her extensive knowledge of poisons, her complete and utter lack of interest in rising in the ranks or gaining power, and their desperate need for members, it's far more likely that the Night Raid would've kicked this crazy 'witchdoctor' from their order upon a second's notice.
Weapon:
The Hunter: Ntombi's most prized possession. A long-range crossbow complete with around 500 darts (Ntombi makes more in her free time), this weapon seems more like a modified toothpick-shooter than an actual weapon. The real lethality behind this little devil is what happens to be put on the darts themselves, almost all of which are poisoned to give a slow, painful death, or paralysis, or unconsciousness...It's probably better not to ask Ntombi where she tests these posions, or who she tests them on.
Extra:
❀ Ntombi can make a variety of posions and their respective antidotes, but pays up for this in terrible close-range combat skills and therefore prefers to dodge and run out of the way. When she gets wounded, she gets wounded. She can't shrug it off like others do.
❀ Ntombi is, by and large, a nutter. Again, this isn't to make her 'edgy' and 'cool' - she's actually meant to be a little comedic, especially when this craziness can affect missions and assassinations and cause failures. She thinks she's a Witchdoctor.
❀ Ntombi. Eats. ANYTHING. She's hardly picky in the slightest and usually begs for food because most of hers gets contaminated with poisons (best not to make her cook the breakfasts.)
❀ After being in the Night Raid for 5 years, it's likely your character would know her (and probably avoid her).
Finished. Crazy Witchdoctor, reporting in!
Mhm, I'm going to start sending out PMs to people about activity, and see whether or not they want to continue; if not, I'll try to find more people.
NOW we're certainly moving along! Loads of things to reply to in this post, since we're really settling into the Spirited Away RP.
Enter: Mai!
Enter: Mai!
Katashi's grin widened sickeningly as the final contract fluttered back towards her. "Such lovely names," she crooned, stroking the signatures gently. Her eye narrowed to slits as she regarded Yoru, who stared back at Lady Katashi dully. There was a pause, and Katashi swiped her hand once more; each name from the contract floated into the air, shining bright and golden.
Each name began to lose some letters. These letters floated serenely into Lady Katashi's wrinkled palm, leaving behind remnants of their names, the lost fragments in the Third Witch's grasp. MORGAN KIPPLE changed into MOKA, BLAKE HAWTHORNE changed into MAKOTO, MAE TOUSSAINT changed into MATO, TORI SKYE changed into TOMO and finally, DANIEL AMERA suffered the largest loss of name, losing his entire first name to be left with only the smallest piece - AME.
These new names soared through the air until the hit their respective owners straight in the forehead, sinking in. Yoru, for once, displayed an emotion; surprise. He turned to look at Katashi in shock - "My Lady, you can't...!" he started, only to be silenced when Katashi turned her glare onto Yoru.
"I can't what, Yoru?" she hissed, clenching her fist so that the remnants of the children's names shrank and fluttered out of the gaps between her fingers, onto a long sheet of paper hanging far away in a dusty corner of the office. It's difficult to make out from here, but there are many letters and short phrases - other people's names, with gaps where there should be small groups of letters. "No, go on. Tell me what I can't do." ordered Katashi cruelly, rounding on Yoru.
Yoru glanced back at the side-door, fearfully, knowing full well what lies just beyond it. "You can't....be so kind to them as to let them work right away, Katashi. Your generosity is unheard of." explained Yoru in a monotonous voice of resignation. Lady Katashi smirked a little, ignoring Master Yoru and returning her attention to the children.
"Well, there you have it. I was lying, as your kind seem to do so often. You do not get to leave the Bathhouse. Yoru, take them down to Mai." exclaimed Katashi, rubbing her palms together. "Thank you for helping me, children...you're too kind! Ahaeheheheheheh!" she shrieked, ending in a loud and cruel cackle as the same tugging notion that the children felt on their midriffs dragged them all the way out, out into the elevator with a resounding crash. Yoru, it seems, was also being dragged, but paced quickly with the dragging to avoid the dignity of looking like an equal with a human. He was the last to enter the lift and, before the children could protest, he pulled on the lever.
"I didn't think-...." started Yoru, before silencing once more. He sounded like he was in pain. A short, swift movement freed Morgan- was it Morgan? The name 'Moka' seemed to stick out more than her original name now - from the spell that bound her lips together. After a while, Yoru turned around sharply.
This was not the Yoru that the children were used to. The cold hostility gave way to a concern, almost parental, in Yoru's reptilian features. His orders did not sound like orders anymore, but carried a tone of urgency - these were warnings, not orders. "Listen closely. What happened to you there, that was not what I was told of. This is Lady Katashi's Bath-house, and you'd do well to consider what it is you say within it's walls, understand? Because it is Lady Katashi's Bath-house." he whispered, putting emphasis onto certain phrases in the hopes that the children would understand the implied meaning. "You'd also benefit from listening to Mai." he added wisely, before turning his back on the children, ignoring them.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal...a show.
A large throng of the women with the low-cut robes were waving their fans excitedly, whooping and cheering at a figure in the middle of the crowd. The frog-like men were hopping from foot to foot, laughing so hard that a few of them were rolling on the floor, tears streaming out of their eyes. They all stomped in time with whoever was in the middle, yelling out some form of chant, or song without notes. Yoru's commanding presence was not enough to silence the crowd, but a quick glance over their shoulders caused the mass of people to shuffle hastily to the side, revealing a long pathway cut through the hollering mass, and the figure revealed.
Said figure was one of the uniformed workers the children saw earlier, in the pink uniforms, that appeared to be cleaners. She was large, in the sense that she was tall and imposing, with more muscles than fat. She had wide-spaced eyes, and a flat, almost pig-like nose, with a wide mouth. She was also wearing a mop on her head, and shouting:
"My name is Lady Ka-ta-shi,
They call me the Third Witch!
I'll work you all to hell and back,
'Cause really I'm a biiiiii..."
The dancer trailed off, staring at Yoru in surprise, but only for a moment. She composed herself very quickly, her dance quickly turning into a twirl as she strutted down the isle, with the self-imposed importance of the woman who she was rather crudely pretending to be. "Yoru, dahling!" crooned the woman in a mockery of Lady Katashi. She had literally no shame, it seems, and emitted a friendly kind of warmth and protection that was, until now, non-existent in the bathhouse. She was genuinely amusing without the grim humour of lady Katashi, held a power that was stronger than the cruelty of Yoru amongst the workers, for this woman was someone who they genuinely liked, not respected. This was shown by the fact that very few of them fled from the imminent disaster - it was unlikely this woman would be able to evade punishment after being caught in the act of blatantly mocking her superior.
Yoru glared at said woman, knocking the mop off her head to reveal long, auburn hair that is tied hastily behind her back in a loose ponytail, the fringe tied into a smaller ponytail just above to avoid getting in the way as she worked. "What is the meaning of this?!" he shouted, and the crowd twitched in a single, unified cringe away from Yoru.
"Could ask you the same thing, Yoru!" roared the woman in return - until now, she's the only person to have ever talked to Yoru as an equal. "Pay deductions are fine by me, but no breakfast before work! Now we gotta clean the tubs before we even get a meal? You know that isn't going to to work, right?! We're going to do a rubbish job just to get our food!"
Yoru leaned back a little, and for a while, it looked as if this mystery woman was winning. But suddenly, she recoiled backwards, staggering away from Yoru and looking up at him fearfully. Clearly, something had happened just then; but since the children were behind Yoru, it was impossible to make out what it was. "You'll get your breakfasts back, then." he snarled quietly, raising his voice to the crowd in general. "You'll ALL get your breakfasts back! But the price you have to pay, you'll wish you had no food at all. The humans, are now workers of the Bath-house!"
Yoru might as well had said that he was going to start beheading the workers, because it would've given a similar effect. There was an uproar of wails and groaning from everyone, including the mystery woman. A large circle of space appeared on the floor around the children as the workers regarded them like a disgusting mould, the women with the low-cut robes hiding their faces behind their fans and talking to one another, the pink uniformed ladies pulling faces and jeering at them, the frog-men staggering away from each of the children as if worried they'd get infected just by standing near them.
"And you, Mai, get to look after them!" snapped Yoru. The mystery woman stared at the children in horror. "And if I hear one complaint from any of you, I'll take you straight up to Lady Katashi before you can even apologise! NOW GET BACK TO WORK!" he roared, causing the workers to scurry away and start cleaning with renewed vigour. Now, only Yoru and Mai were left. "They're your problem, not mine." snarled Yoru, turning to walk away.
Mai glared at Yoru sulkily, then stared back at the children hopelessly. Now and again, a worker would rush past with a bucket or a platter full of food, since they were blocking the corridor. Mai didn't seem to mind, instead she sat down cross-legged on the floor so she was about eye-level with the children, looking at them as if they were strange new creatures. "...So, what're your names?" she asked carefully, trying to open a conversation.
Rather worryingly, their new names would overrule their old ones in response to this question, no matter how hard they try to speak of their original names. It's as if the new name has eaten the old one, and continues to be blurted out of their mouth whenever they try to introduce themselves.
Each name began to lose some letters. These letters floated serenely into Lady Katashi's wrinkled palm, leaving behind remnants of their names, the lost fragments in the Third Witch's grasp. MORGAN KIPPLE changed into MOKA, BLAKE HAWTHORNE changed into MAKOTO, MAE TOUSSAINT changed into MATO, TORI SKYE changed into TOMO and finally, DANIEL AMERA suffered the largest loss of name, losing his entire first name to be left with only the smallest piece - AME.
These new names soared through the air until the hit their respective owners straight in the forehead, sinking in. Yoru, for once, displayed an emotion; surprise. He turned to look at Katashi in shock - "My Lady, you can't...!" he started, only to be silenced when Katashi turned her glare onto Yoru.
"I can't what, Yoru?" she hissed, clenching her fist so that the remnants of the children's names shrank and fluttered out of the gaps between her fingers, onto a long sheet of paper hanging far away in a dusty corner of the office. It's difficult to make out from here, but there are many letters and short phrases - other people's names, with gaps where there should be small groups of letters. "No, go on. Tell me what I can't do." ordered Katashi cruelly, rounding on Yoru.
Yoru glanced back at the side-door, fearfully, knowing full well what lies just beyond it. "You can't....be so kind to them as to let them work right away, Katashi. Your generosity is unheard of." explained Yoru in a monotonous voice of resignation. Lady Katashi smirked a little, ignoring Master Yoru and returning her attention to the children.
"Well, there you have it. I was lying, as your kind seem to do so often. You do not get to leave the Bathhouse. Yoru, take them down to Mai." exclaimed Katashi, rubbing her palms together. "Thank you for helping me, children...you're too kind! Ahaeheheheheheh!" she shrieked, ending in a loud and cruel cackle as the same tugging notion that the children felt on their midriffs dragged them all the way out, out into the elevator with a resounding crash. Yoru, it seems, was also being dragged, but paced quickly with the dragging to avoid the dignity of looking like an equal with a human. He was the last to enter the lift and, before the children could protest, he pulled on the lever.
"I didn't think-...." started Yoru, before silencing once more. He sounded like he was in pain. A short, swift movement freed Morgan- was it Morgan? The name 'Moka' seemed to stick out more than her original name now - from the spell that bound her lips together. After a while, Yoru turned around sharply.
This was not the Yoru that the children were used to. The cold hostility gave way to a concern, almost parental, in Yoru's reptilian features. His orders did not sound like orders anymore, but carried a tone of urgency - these were warnings, not orders. "Listen closely. What happened to you there, that was not what I was told of. This is Lady Katashi's Bath-house, and you'd do well to consider what it is you say within it's walls, understand? Because it is Lady Katashi's Bath-house." he whispered, putting emphasis onto certain phrases in the hopes that the children would understand the implied meaning. "You'd also benefit from listening to Mai." he added wisely, before turning his back on the children, ignoring them.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal...a show.
A large throng of the women with the low-cut robes were waving their fans excitedly, whooping and cheering at a figure in the middle of the crowd. The frog-like men were hopping from foot to foot, laughing so hard that a few of them were rolling on the floor, tears streaming out of their eyes. They all stomped in time with whoever was in the middle, yelling out some form of chant, or song without notes. Yoru's commanding presence was not enough to silence the crowd, but a quick glance over their shoulders caused the mass of people to shuffle hastily to the side, revealing a long pathway cut through the hollering mass, and the figure revealed.
Said figure was one of the uniformed workers the children saw earlier, in the pink uniforms, that appeared to be cleaners. She was large, in the sense that she was tall and imposing, with more muscles than fat. She had wide-spaced eyes, and a flat, almost pig-like nose, with a wide mouth. She was also wearing a mop on her head, and shouting:
"My name is Lady Ka-ta-shi,
They call me the Third Witch!
I'll work you all to hell and back,
'Cause really I'm a biiiiii..."
The dancer trailed off, staring at Yoru in surprise, but only for a moment. She composed herself very quickly, her dance quickly turning into a twirl as she strutted down the isle, with the self-imposed importance of the woman who she was rather crudely pretending to be. "Yoru, dahling!" crooned the woman in a mockery of Lady Katashi. She had literally no shame, it seems, and emitted a friendly kind of warmth and protection that was, until now, non-existent in the bathhouse. She was genuinely amusing without the grim humour of lady Katashi, held a power that was stronger than the cruelty of Yoru amongst the workers, for this woman was someone who they genuinely liked, not respected. This was shown by the fact that very few of them fled from the imminent disaster - it was unlikely this woman would be able to evade punishment after being caught in the act of blatantly mocking her superior.
Yoru glared at said woman, knocking the mop off her head to reveal long, auburn hair that is tied hastily behind her back in a loose ponytail, the fringe tied into a smaller ponytail just above to avoid getting in the way as she worked. "What is the meaning of this?!" he shouted, and the crowd twitched in a single, unified cringe away from Yoru.
"Could ask you the same thing, Yoru!" roared the woman in return - until now, she's the only person to have ever talked to Yoru as an equal. "Pay deductions are fine by me, but no breakfast before work! Now we gotta clean the tubs before we even get a meal? You know that isn't going to to work, right?! We're going to do a rubbish job just to get our food!"
Yoru leaned back a little, and for a while, it looked as if this mystery woman was winning. But suddenly, she recoiled backwards, staggering away from Yoru and looking up at him fearfully. Clearly, something had happened just then; but since the children were behind Yoru, it was impossible to make out what it was. "You'll get your breakfasts back, then." he snarled quietly, raising his voice to the crowd in general. "You'll ALL get your breakfasts back! But the price you have to pay, you'll wish you had no food at all. The humans, are now workers of the Bath-house!"
Yoru might as well had said that he was going to start beheading the workers, because it would've given a similar effect. There was an uproar of wails and groaning from everyone, including the mystery woman. A large circle of space appeared on the floor around the children as the workers regarded them like a disgusting mould, the women with the low-cut robes hiding their faces behind their fans and talking to one another, the pink uniformed ladies pulling faces and jeering at them, the frog-men staggering away from each of the children as if worried they'd get infected just by standing near them.
"And you, Mai, get to look after them!" snapped Yoru. The mystery woman stared at the children in horror. "And if I hear one complaint from any of you, I'll take you straight up to Lady Katashi before you can even apologise! NOW GET BACK TO WORK!" he roared, causing the workers to scurry away and start cleaning with renewed vigour. Now, only Yoru and Mai were left. "They're your problem, not mine." snarled Yoru, turning to walk away.
Mai glared at Yoru sulkily, then stared back at the children hopelessly. Now and again, a worker would rush past with a bucket or a platter full of food, since they were blocking the corridor. Mai didn't seem to mind, instead she sat down cross-legged on the floor so she was about eye-level with the children, looking at them as if they were strange new creatures. "...So, what're your names?" she asked carefully, trying to open a conversation.
Rather worryingly, their new names would overrule their old ones in response to this question, no matter how hard they try to speak of their original names. It's as if the new name has eaten the old one, and continues to be blurted out of their mouth whenever they try to introduce themselves.
Lady Katashi watched warily as the other children signed their contracts, but her gaze settled on Mae when she refused to sign hers. "When you're not needed?" she purred, leaning in, wrinkles deepening as she smirked sickeningly. "Dearie, you're always needed in the Bathhouse! I'm sure one worker in particular would tell you that, heh..." she croaked, tapping her talons on the desk. The other contracts floated behind her serenely.
The doors opened ever-so-slightly, allowing the reptilian "Master" Yoru to stride into the office, almost perfectly at home in the lavish area. In his hands was a struggling, squealing piglet; it wasn't Daniel, fortunately. "Perfect timing, Yoru, some of the children are having doubts about whether or not to sign!" called Lady Katashi gleefully, clapping her hands together. Yoru gazed at her for a moment with those narrow and empty eyes, before opening up a polished side-door. The children may be able to catch a glimpse of a filthy stone room, as Yoru tossed the piglet inside.
An ungodly roar ripped through the air like a knife, strong enough to make Master Yoru's dark hair flutter in it's wake. This was followed by frantic, scrabbling noises, a squeal, and then a wet ripping noise. Lady Katashi grimaced, for even she found it disgusting. Yoru shut the door with a click and all sound was cut off neatly, demolishing all traces of the beast that let loose such a noise. "You see, children, you'd be lucky if the spirits ate you." threatened Katashi darkly. Master Yoru was still staring at the door for quite a while now, before reluctantly leaving the monster within alone, and standing beside Lady Katashi.
"Do hurry and sign the contract, dearie, because she usually eats -two- piglets...and I need to know whether or not I need to send Yoru down to the pig pen for another one." crooned Lady Katashi, whilst she observed the other contracts floating mid-air.
The doors opened ever-so-slightly, allowing the reptilian "Master" Yoru to stride into the office, almost perfectly at home in the lavish area. In his hands was a struggling, squealing piglet; it wasn't Daniel, fortunately. "Perfect timing, Yoru, some of the children are having doubts about whether or not to sign!" called Lady Katashi gleefully, clapping her hands together. Yoru gazed at her for a moment with those narrow and empty eyes, before opening up a polished side-door. The children may be able to catch a glimpse of a filthy stone room, as Yoru tossed the piglet inside.
An ungodly roar ripped through the air like a knife, strong enough to make Master Yoru's dark hair flutter in it's wake. This was followed by frantic, scrabbling noises, a squeal, and then a wet ripping noise. Lady Katashi grimaced, for even she found it disgusting. Yoru shut the door with a click and all sound was cut off neatly, demolishing all traces of the beast that let loose such a noise. "You see, children, you'd be lucky if the spirits ate you." threatened Katashi darkly. Master Yoru was still staring at the door for quite a while now, before reluctantly leaving the monster within alone, and standing beside Lady Katashi.
"Do hurry and sign the contract, dearie, because she usually eats -two- piglets...and I need to know whether or not I need to send Yoru down to the pig pen for another one." crooned Lady Katashi, whilst she observed the other contracts floating mid-air.
Mhm, I was literally about to post that Jessikka's been quite busy recently, and gave us permission to move on. I'll be piloting Daniel for the next post; I apologise for that wait.
EDIT: Since Mae didn't sign hers yet, this next (hopefully short) round of posting doesn't require a reply from anyone but Noel. However, if you want to write one, be my guest!
EDIT: Since Mae didn't sign hers yet, this next (hopefully short) round of posting doesn't require a reply from anyone but Noel. However, if you want to write one, be my guest!
We're just waiting on a few people before the bathhouse fun really begins, so if you're one of the people who haven't posted, attempt to do so whenever you can!
Oink oink.
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