Yong's shadow, his demon self dwelt in the tesseract void between the worlds of the Mirror. He was separated from his body when the mirror had 'shifted' programs. He hadn't been able to hold on... Alone for the first time... Afraid for the first time... But he felt an attraction coming from above him (if direction really applied in this place). He concentrated on the point, feeling the attraction increase like steel feels a magnet. That is where I need to be... That is where I am... I will find Yin... With all my power I will find my Yin.<i></i>
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He removed his mask from over his face, hooking it to the purpose built latch on the side of his armoured hip. Yong's expression changed to warm smile as he responded to her questioning 'WHY?', "You looked in need of rescue Milady, and the Jinkotsu are always glad to be of service. My name is Myakashi Yong, it is a pleasure to meet you miss...?"<i></i>Yong bowed respectfully as he spoke with the now awe inspiring, and semi naked woman inspecting him (she also had a fancy hat but Yong was having trouble seeing past her 'other' distinguishing features).
"Do you require my coat milady? I don't know if you are capable of catching a chill but..."<i></i> His apparent lack of shock to her miraculous recovery and transformation was due to a great desensitisation over his lifetime. His adoptive father was a Rogue Ninja from Konohagakure with an incorporeal demon bound inside his body, his uncle, a passive aggressive immortal who could hold a grudge for generations (with a living puppet who had a personality of its own), his wife a product of unholy (holy?) union between demon and human, a floaty water lady was only slightly out of the ordinary. Besides, there was no way for him to know of her psycho possessive internal monologue without breaking the 'Third Wall'.
Yong reached to the pouch on his fine leather belt and quickly checked that his father's teas had not been damaged... Alas the flimsy paper the tea had come packaged in had not survived the sudden influx of speed and had simply become a 'blend' of expensive tea with the added flavour of 'pouch'. Yong sighed half disappointedly, "Well that's a shame..."<i></i> The pouch was quickly closed, out of sight etc.
He moved his hand to a small wooden box attached to the back of his belt, unlatching and removing three small steel bells, rather cheap looking and slightly rusted if one cared to make closer inspection of Yong's bells. He began spinning them in intricate formations, floating inches above the palm of his hand as he regained eye contact with the scantily clad wispy woman. "Would you like me to remove these bodies for you Mam or would you prefer to leave them to the crows and insects?"<i></i>The question asked with a well practiced smile glowing with helpfulness.
He had been taught to make allies where possible, especially with the 'special folk' of this shinobi world.
[ooc: 507 words]
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He removed his mask from over his face, hooking it to the purpose built latch on the side of his armoured hip. Yong's expression changed to warm smile as he responded to her questioning 'WHY?', "You looked in need of rescue Milady, and the Jinkotsu are always glad to be of service. My name is Myakashi Yong, it is a pleasure to meet you miss...?"<i></i>Yong bowed respectfully as he spoke with the now awe inspiring, and semi naked woman inspecting him (she also had a fancy hat but Yong was having trouble seeing past her 'other' distinguishing features).
"Do you require my coat milady? I don't know if you are capable of catching a chill but..."<i></i> His apparent lack of shock to her miraculous recovery and transformation was due to a great desensitisation over his lifetime. His adoptive father was a Rogue Ninja from Konohagakure with an incorporeal demon bound inside his body, his uncle, a passive aggressive immortal who could hold a grudge for generations (with a living puppet who had a personality of its own), his wife a product of unholy (holy?) union between demon and human, a floaty water lady was only slightly out of the ordinary. Besides, there was no way for him to know of her psycho possessive internal monologue without breaking the 'Third Wall'.
Yong reached to the pouch on his fine leather belt and quickly checked that his father's teas had not been damaged... Alas the flimsy paper the tea had come packaged in had not survived the sudden influx of speed and had simply become a 'blend' of expensive tea with the added flavour of 'pouch'. Yong sighed half disappointedly, "Well that's a shame..."<i></i> The pouch was quickly closed, out of sight etc.
He moved his hand to a small wooden box attached to the back of his belt, unlatching and removing three small steel bells, rather cheap looking and slightly rusted if one cared to make closer inspection of Yong's bells. He began spinning them in intricate formations, floating inches above the palm of his hand as he regained eye contact with the scantily clad wispy woman. "Would you like me to remove these bodies for you Mam or would you prefer to leave them to the crows and insects?"<i></i>The question asked with a well practiced smile glowing with helpfulness.
He had been taught to make allies where possible, especially with the 'special folk' of this shinobi world.
[ooc: 507 words]