Along came a Spider ((Sock, Open RP, grounds, Kusuriyuri, Akabane))
The day was cooler than it had been recently, clouds obscuring the sun, promising rain, though just when that would happen remained to be seen as those clouds that became heavy enough to begin shedding their load onto the earth were shifted off, moved to another part of the sky, leaving lighter gray clouds hanging over Hogwarts, as though there were some conspiracy of weather and location to tease only, to hint and promise, but not to fulfill.
With his case on his back and Boukensha comfortably in the collar of his kimono, Kusuriyuri wandered out onto the grounds. His feet were mostly healed now, only some redness hidden beneath his tabi socks. His walk revealed nothing of the injuries he'd suffered at Karasu's hands, though a ward was between his fingers should it be needed. He would not allow himself to be so injured again, if he could do anything to stop it.
A lanky, black-clad figure separated itself from the Forbidden Forest. At first, the flowing trench coat made Kusuriyuri think of Karasu, but the wide-brimmed hat cleared up that misconception, though the figure moved with the grace of not just a hunter but a consummate predator, someone for whom everyone and everything was prey, waiting to be judged, tested.
Kusuriyuri watched as the figure approached.
The figure reached for his hat, touching the brim as he bowed slightly when he was close enough for politeness. "I have heard of you," he said, his voice cultured, smooth, polite. "You are the medicine peddler. It is a pleasure. I am Kuroudo Akabane."
Kusuriyuri returned the bow, his expression curious. "This one is called Kusuriyuri." He tilted his head a little, feeling Boukensha's head against his cheek. "You are...?"
"A Transporter," Akabane replied. He slipped his hands into his pockets, his expression curious, weighing the one before him. "You are not human, are you?" he asked.
Kusuriyuri looked deeper. "Nor are you, are you?" he replied.
Akabane chuckled, reaching for his hat again. "I don't think you will bore me, but I do have something to do at the moment. If you don't mind, I should like to meet again sometime."
"Saa," Kusuriyuri replied, deliberately vague, watching as Akabane moved toward the castle before returning to his mind to his original purpose, to gather plants to replenish the ones he'd used to heal himself and Kurama.
((OOC: Pick your poison ;) ))
With his case on his back and Boukensha comfortably in the collar of his kimono, Kusuriyuri wandered out onto the grounds. His feet were mostly healed now, only some redness hidden beneath his tabi socks. His walk revealed nothing of the injuries he'd suffered at Karasu's hands, though a ward was between his fingers should it be needed. He would not allow himself to be so injured again, if he could do anything to stop it.
A lanky, black-clad figure separated itself from the Forbidden Forest. At first, the flowing trench coat made Kusuriyuri think of Karasu, but the wide-brimmed hat cleared up that misconception, though the figure moved with the grace of not just a hunter but a consummate predator, someone for whom everyone and everything was prey, waiting to be judged, tested.
Kusuriyuri watched as the figure approached.
The figure reached for his hat, touching the brim as he bowed slightly when he was close enough for politeness. "I have heard of you," he said, his voice cultured, smooth, polite. "You are the medicine peddler. It is a pleasure. I am Kuroudo Akabane."
Kusuriyuri returned the bow, his expression curious. "This one is called Kusuriyuri." He tilted his head a little, feeling Boukensha's head against his cheek. "You are...?"
"A Transporter," Akabane replied. He slipped his hands into his pockets, his expression curious, weighing the one before him. "You are not human, are you?" he asked.
Kusuriyuri looked deeper. "Nor are you, are you?" he replied.
Akabane chuckled, reaching for his hat again. "I don't think you will bore me, but I do have something to do at the moment. If you don't mind, I should like to meet again sometime."
"Saa," Kusuriyuri replied, deliberately vague, watching as Akabane moved toward the castle before returning to his mind to his original purpose, to gather plants to replenish the ones he'd used to heal himself and Kurama.
((OOC: Pick your poison ;) ))