Open RP - Not Quite Perfect

[gamerspy]

L had suggested trying to create charms triggered by mood or action, rather than by the traditional wave-wand-yell-incantation, and that's just what Matt's doing. It's tricky work - not quite the same as the runework Matt's become used to - and it's the first time he's tried it. So it's not really that surprising that he messes up.

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[elegantsamurai]

At this point, anything to get away from the cheese smell still lingering in the room is a welcome distraction. Yukimura had finally convinced the house elves that allowing the cheese to go bad would be of a greater offense to the Hat than them using it. They had removed every last piece. But, the problem with the dungeon that was Slytherin was a lack of circulation. And, since he didn't want his kimono to smell of the stuff, he was wearing it, a pretty feminine style kimono with his sword tucked neatly to one side in the obi.

"Hello," he says merrily to the confused looking girl. The whole room has an odd feeling, kind of prickly, challenging him. It felt like a kenyou about to appear. He looked around, trying to make his surveying the room look less suspicious and a little more friendly and natural.

[elegantsamurai]

Yukimura swallows, gripping his sword. "Kenyou are viruses, half-demons, vermin," he growls out. He swallows again, seeking for more control. The objects, the kenyou around him are almost fully formed. He will have to attack them soon. They are drawn to him, to Matt. "They...it is long to explain. Hurry," he demands.

[gamerspy]

"Okay. I'll use - hang on a second -"

He's still quite new to the fuda, but he's being taught by Kusuriyuri. Shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, he manages to summon the first kind the medicine peddelar taught him, and arrange them in a defensive pattern on the walls around them.

"That should help," he says. "Have you met Kusu?"

[elegantsamurai]

The kenyou vanish rapidly from where the fuda touch them, swirlling into smoke. Yukimura blinks, startled and unable to hide it. It takes a moment for him to realize he's still gripping his sword, ready to draw it. He forces himself to let go and for his hand to hang down by his side. "Yes, it helps. Thank you." He looks around, a little sheepishly. "I...am sorry." He bows to Matt. "Who is 'Kusu'?"

[gamerspy]

Matt breathes a deep sigh of relief. Thank God. No getting-stabbed today.

"Kusuriyuri," he says, around the cigarette. "He taught me this shit - the wards, not the fucking-up of spells. I take it the kenyou -" he pronounces the word exactly the way Yukimura did, since it really is unfamiliar to him - "have fucked off?"

[elegantsamurai]

"Like smoke," Yukimura says, still looking around.

"Kenyou are the result of something that shouldn't have happened. They were human until they were affected by a demon gate that feel to earth during the battle of Sekigahara." A laugh. "Of course, this never happened in your history." He sobers a moment and then explains, "They are humans infected with a demonic virus."

He tilts his head, returning to the name. "There is a medicine peddler here?"

[gamerspy]

"So I'm not going to get stabbed any time soon? Because that's so not on my to-do list." He taps his cigarette against the desk, letting ash fall onto the ground.

"I guess he was a medicine peddler. He teaches divination now." He shrugs. "This - demonic virus shit, it's not going to be a problem, right?"

[elegantsamurai]

"Stabbed?" Yukimura laughs. "Not by me. I do not stab. My blade is designed for slicing." The comment is offered out of hand. "But, provided you are not kenyou or of the Mibu clan, you have nothing to worry about."

Yukimura considers the second statement. "All medicine peddlers worth their pay practice divination," he says with a laugh. "I shall have to seek him out, then."