firefly

Oh look an update. I thought I was dead. but nope.

ok -disappears again-

      Disgusting really. 

      He mumbled several other things under his breath as she continued to coax the older male’s grip away from his clothing. It was inaudible for the most part, but it consisted of him mainly correcting her. He wasn’t sick, mental problems? Well he fully admitted to not being the kindest male around but he wasn’t particularly slow. He could have mentioned other things with the subject of his mother, but it’d only fall on lost ears.

      "I already have one babysitter, I don’t need another.” Once again he spoke aloud, but he had mumbled it to himself. Tadashi had started patting down his clothing but was halted when he felt yet another person touch him. Growing stiff he attempted to pull away but was only met with a stronger grip. She was pulling him away. Thoughts fluttered through his mind, he knew why, but at the same time it was hard for him to process it. 

      Finally her fingers loosened and Tadashi immediately seized the chance to snap his limb away as quickly as possible. Taking several steps away, he didn’t respond to her until his mind had completely settled down. 

A quick temper and mouth to match, she thinks, fingers fluttering upward from the hold like wings of a firefly, resting in the air for a moment. She finds a sigh falling upon her lips before her fingers do, fist raising to her mouth to cover the simper creeping upon them. 

        "My behavior is simply inexcusable. I had not realized you had any qualms with physical contact, and will discontinue from ensuing it. Blame my so-called 'motherly instinct' or so have you. " Liar. "As for why I helped you." Teiko pauses, considering her word carefully.

"When you see someone in who appears to require assistance, are you going to offer yours, or allow them to figure it out themselves? I chose the former path for it is in my nature to. I helped you simply because it seemed as though you needed it."

         Whoever this 'other' babysitter is obviously isn't doing their job properly, letting a warrior as revered as he run a muck like this. In her opinion, Spirit World Warriors should be keeping a low profile in any case, special or not. Truly, if she hadn't come to this city knowing expecting everything and similarly nothing, there's no telling what may have transpired. 

Almost as if fate would have brought her here eventually.

"Hm?? I don’t know who you think i am, but it’s nice to met you Teiko, i’m Nori Nase." She told her, holding a hand out to her. Satomi clan… Satomi… Teiko Satomi….. Why does that sound so familiar? She raked over her brain, trying to remember why that name sounded so familiar. Trading partner, maybe? Enemy clan? She really couldn’t remember why it sounded so familiar. Curse her inability to remember names.

"There's no fault in that, other than being uninformed. We, the Satomis, rule to that of the North of Kyoto. Your neighbour, in other words. Surely our families have been well acquainted with, wouldn't you say?"

          A grin forms upon Teiko's lips at gaining the upper hand of knowing, head tilting onto her left shoulder unsuspectingly. 

                  Yukiko had an extremely sensitive awareness of a fellow Spirit World Warriors presence- she would get a tingling sensation over her body due to her Youmu instincts, and it was fairly handy when she didn’t want to be spotted.

                  So of course she knew a Xenor was following her, and most likely because they know of her family name and their powers- that’s the only reason she ever gets followed- though, this one was persistent and very thorough.

                  The Youmu rarely transformed- only when no one’s around or her life is on the line- so whatever the Xenor was trying to find out, she was most likely not going to find it any time soon, or with any ease whatsoever. 

                  Walking into the daylight, Yukiko bumped into a fairly tall man.

                  She knew by looking at the way he and his friends were dressed, that this was only going to end badly, and more than likely for them.

                  Yukiko looked like a sweet girl, and she knew that the men were thinking she wouldn’t be able to fend for herself if they decided to gang up on her, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

While flamboyance can be occasionally enjoyable and amusing, it's not her ideal sort of introducing oneself. Yet, if the situation asks for it, she may have to force her hand. Not that it's anything personal, but in order to push formalities aside, she'll do it if comes to.

        But it's not her place to do so.

"I would refrain from continuing...What it is you're trying to accomplish here. The utmost mistake you can make is underestimation of your opponent." The heiress speaks with clarity, voice edging on threatening. She's sure the girl can fight her own battles, so the approach she takes is one of neither offense towards him or defense towards her.

            A middle man.

                     Well, woman.

          He seems proud at first, puffing up his chest and eyes narrowed dangerously towards the brunette. But in belated realization that Teiko is speaking toward him rather than for him, he deflates in protest, petulance comparable to that of a child. How he even contains the audacity to spare someone so above him is unfathomable, and really, she would rather this be over with soon.

The sacrifices she makes, honestly.

        Whether she'll spare the conversation for another time or persevere her intervention depends on the next few seconds, the decisions the youmu makes. Teiko has supported her by reputation, but the next moves are all her own.

               [Mentally, she's refrained from calling her by her given name, for she hasn't deserved the privilege yet.]

                "Well?"

Mlle. Edith Clifford, “Champion Sword Swallower of the World” ca. 1900

 via adski_kafeteri

                    —so you can point your fuckingfingers and say:

   Always prepared for guests, be it of wealthy or some lesser being, an unkempt home struck the reputation. A small blemish shouldn’t damage it. But to the young woman, the meager error cost so much. 

   How aggravating, especially when the home was under repairs due to an… incident. A small portion was covered and suffered greatly during the trouble. 

        —Well the information does not necessarily have to be released.

               And why would common people even have concern in her affairs?

  The change in location should have changed some… speculation. 

           Crossing her ankles under the seat with utmost delicacy, the heiress stares impassively at the woman, girl, in front of her. 

She's trouble, a foot in the door of what her plans are to come. But Teiko cannot find it in her to allow these emotions leverage. Digits flexing against her kneecaps, the heiress stares headlong. When training a dog, you make eye-contact for as long as possible. The first one to look away gains the dominance in this relationship. 

       She carries herself like a queen, but the warrior suspects it's a ploy as much as her own is.

               "Satomi Teiko, of the Satomi clan. I was simply introducing myself to those in the community who I believe would find my assets as an acquaintance useful."

      Words, insults and more words, every now and then a vulgar words would find it’s way ringing in his ears. Tadashi had no idea what he’d done to deserve it, but he could easily expect that it was all his fault. The large gentleman who is now yelling at him was just moments ago happy on the other side of the food stand.

      All he did was point out how bad the food tasted.

                    Oh…oops.

      Collecting his thoughts finally and realizing where he’d gone wrong, before Tadashi could open his mouth to apologize the brute had the nerve to grab him by his collar and pull him forwards. Instantly a shiver ran down his spine from the much unwanted contact, but it wasn’t that bad. 

     "I give you my apologizes, but it’s immoral to advertise your goods has being the finest of quality, when the meals I’ve had at home are much better." Hazel oculars caught sight of the larger male’s curling fist that was either going to meet with his cheek or his gut, he’d left his ring at home so he’d much rather get hit in the stomach, rather than risk spitting up blood on this stranger. 

          Better to not raise a hand or initiate physical contact, she thinks while placing a kind-hearted simper on susceptible lips, it makes them apprehensive and defensive. But a pretty girl with kind manners?

                        Easy.

          "I'm sure what he was trying to say was completely a misunderstanding, for I believe the eatery here is absolutely divine. He's a bit sick from an earlier virus, you see, and his taste buds have been a bit...off ever since, as well as his mental clarity. Oh, what his poor mother would say."  Placing a hand to her cheek to portray dismay, the heiress gives a slight shake of her head in exasperation. "Forgive me, I should have been keeping an eye out on him."

Detaching the man's fingers with the saccharine smile still plastered onto her expression, the warrior peels his grubby grip from the material. "Come along, now. Are you feeling faint?" A gentle grip turns sharp as she forcefully backs the pair of them away, digits growing lax when she confirms their distance from within earshot.

          Removing her hand to push it through crimson locks of curls that frame the heart shape of her face, Teiko softens her eyes and the line of her mouth to show concern. Sharp-tongued boys are infamous for throwing a wrench in even the most air-tight of plans, and she isn't ready to give it up just yet.

     "You know, I don't think it wise to attempt and provoke large, choleric men."

               There won't always be a pretty girl with kind manners to save him, that much she's sure.

          Pushing the sanguine locks of her hair behind her shoulder, she does it softly instead of it's bolder cousin, depicts a perfected mask of amusement. Teiko clasps her hands together with a smile, fingers interlocking with one another. 

          Using the form of we shows comfort, familiarity. Use it enough and those you are referring to as 'we' will follow. Keep your body language open and approachable.

          "Oh my. You wouldn't happen to be who I think you are, would I? How foolish of me for not introducing myself earlier. I am Teiko Satomi, of the Satomi clan."