3/16/2003

03:54 AM

Logfile from Yuurin.

 

Royal Elizabeth - Suite 501

The apartment is in the midst of a fairly extensive renovation, although it appears the bedroom, bathroom and most of the kitchen are in working order. A few personal belongings and furniture have been moved in but of the latter, most is current covered in dust sheets to keep it protected from the construction. The lingering smell of smoke permeates the air.

Obvious exits:

Out

 

Kieran knocks on the door a couple of times before letting himself in, opening the door only wide enough for him to call out, "Toshie, you here? Alright if I come in?" He's heard about Shen's interest in his hair and he's certainly not chancing walking into the place if his presence is unwanted.

 

Hrm? Can you hear the sound of the music from out in the hall? It certainly is quite loud. Guess Toshie has been doing a pretty good job spending some money. So if that isn't a good enough clue to Kieran that Toshie is around, what is? Although at the voice, the girl's head peeps out from behind the bathroom area, quickly followed by the rest of her. "Hey, Kieran!"

 

Kieran got a good earful the moment the door cracked open. Solid wood doncha know. Smiling, he steps into the apartment fully and shuts the door behind him. "I guess you are definitely here. How are you doing then?" His gaze wanders around the place, looking over any other changes she might have done with the new cash flow.

 

Nothing other than the stereo at this point, besides the fridge now being somewhat stocked, and some more clothes in the closet. Other than that, Toshie is leaving it be 'til all of the reparations are finally through. Bare feet once more, the young woman dances her way up to him, moving along with the moderate-paced music, hip-swaying and everything. She reaches to take his hand and lead him further inside, "How're you doing?"

 

Kieran lets his hand be taken, chuckling as he allows his own body to move to the music. The man has been the clubbing type, most often when he was working in Europe and Asia. While he's not Fred Astire, neither does he have two left feet. "Other than still being without my fire, I'm doing alright. Things okay with you, Toshi dear?"

 

Toshie giggles faintly, flashes him that dimpled grin of her's and eyes that flash with amusement. "Remind me to have you take me out for a show and dancing some time. I will be the envy of all the girls... and probably some of the boys as well." She gets something of a concerned look to her features over that last though, "I... I'm not sure I can help you with that." But she is next nodding her head, "All is well."

Kieran keeps firm hold of his smile, "Of course, Toshie. You're a little young for some of the clubs, but a fake ID would fix that problem easily enough. I know some good places in the Village. I would be more than happy to show you off and make them all envious." Letting go of her hand he retreats to the couch, sitting down and crossing one long leg over the other. "Malachai said he'd give you the chi boost you need. If you wanted to try again."

 

Toshie darts over to turn down the stereo, and then is bopping back over to slide onto the covered couch as well. Her eyes seems to get as wide as saucers, "Ooooooh. A fake ID. Really?" Hrm. Does she look a little in awe at the idea? "Malachai..." She frowns for a moment, takes a look around the place, and then points across the room to a card settled upon yet another covered table. "Lexie gave me one of his cards."

 

"I think all of us have one at this point. You should meet him, Toshie. He's very talented and quite attractive as well," Kieran says back to her, smiling. His hands rest in his lap, untouching. The man seems rather self-contained these last few days. "You've met our miko then? Did you get along alright then?"

 

Toshie nods her head slowly, "I'd like that. Everyone seems to say nice things about him." Fingers begin to play with the hem of her shirt, picking at a loose thread. "Lexie? Oh yeah, she came by looking for you, but I invited her in. We talked. She seems awfully nice as well. I like her."

 

Kieran turns his head to regard her fully, sighing softly, "Toshie, you are obviously a very sweet, naive girl. The fact is, we are onisenshi and as nice as I may think Malachai is, others would not agree. Specifically seishi. The same applies to me. We are considered the villians of this story. Lexie, while I do like her, can be a hard woman. I'm glad you two got a long, but I worry about you. I worry for you."

 

Toshie is smirking in response to his words, "I'm not completely naive, you know, Kieran? I've a pretty good grasp of how things are. But I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not a villain. And you should not be saying that you are one either. Or any of the others. It is all a different point of view. Remember that."

 

Kieran holds out his hand to her, laughing deeply, "My sweet, I never said I thought I was a villain. I don't believe I am. I don't think there is any reason a seishi should hold place above us onisenshi. I think the Yang have had their time and it is not the Yin's turn. Call it timesharing, but the fact remains the same. Nainokami wishes to be out in the world and I wish the same. I was just telling you how things are viewed by many. I don't want to see you hurt."

 

Toshie smirks across to him, "Well, I'd prefer that the seishi wouldn't be quite so... quick to judge as I seem to get the idea that they do." But Anana was a sweetie. "Damn, I wish you people wouldn't worry about me getting hurt all the time. It seems to happen the other way around, you know." With that last, the young woman teasingly sticks her tongue out at him before placing her hand in his. "Whatever Nainokami wants to do... I'll do it."

 

Kieran squeezes her hand and tugs slightly, signaling his desire to have her closer. "Toshie, you are a rarity among the onisenshi. A gift that we'll all want to protect once the others know of a healer in our midst. I can heal myself, though it takes some time if the wounds are particularly serious. I'm difficult to kill out right, but the others, most of them, don't have that ability in any form."

 

Kieran's phone begins to ring.

Kieran picks up his phone.

 

<Phone> Kieran smiles back to Toshie, not bothering to look at the number on the screen. "Hello, Savage here."

 

Toshie is more than happy to move closer to him, scooching the rest of the way across the couch to curl her arm around his. She lays her head upon his shoulder, smiling almost wryly, "I'm not sure that we all aren't our own kind of rarity." But she draws silent as he speaks on the phone.

 

<Phone> Kieran leans over to kiss the top of Toshie's head, saying quietly to her, "You have a point there, my dear. I won't forget how clever you are." Then into the phone he sends forth his own velvety caress, "Malachai, what a delightful surprise. No need to apologize for being the busy artist that you are. A shame you couldn't spend more time with Karen though. She's lovely and quite talent. As for myself, things are the same. I'm here with Toshie now actually. She's not sure what she can do, but if your offer of the chi still stands, would you have time to come over? We've got a card of yours sitting on the table now."

 

Toshie is blinking up at Kieran as Malachai's name is uttered, watching him curiously for a long moment. At the mention of the chi exchange, she seems almost to wince, looking a little pensive. A hand moves up to smooth over his forehead before dropping into her lap once more, growing thoughtful. After a moment though, she seems to have gathered whatever thoughts those were together, and is looking quite a bit more sure now.

 

<Phone> "We should do something about that problem of yours, Malachai. Once things with me are settled again, alright? Come on over then, we'll be waiting. Hmmm, wear your hair down for me?" Kieran asks the last in an almost husky tone, his smile growing wide. Teasing? Perhaps.

 

Toshie is quirking another look at the other oni, seemingly amused by listening to her half of this conversation. She rolls her eyes though at that last comment, only to mutter, "Is he really that good looking? My... but so many of the onisenshi are quite to-die-for. Should I be going and putting on a little makeup before he comes over?" Yes, the teasing just drips from her voice.

 

Kieran shifts the phone away from his mouth, to grin over at her, a finger lightly brushing her cheek. "He is that good looking, Toshie. You'd have to be dead not to appreciate this man. Not to mention he's got dark hair down to his waist when he doesn't keep it tied back. Like a waterfall of silk. Of course, you are equally beautiful. Just as you are."

 

Kieran hangs up his phone.

 

Toshie is settled next to Kieran upon the cloth-covered couch, her head resting against his shoulder. "Such high praise... again. I think you are quite taken by this man, Kieran." Dimpled smile makes an appearance once more as she smiles up to him. "But I suppose I will find out soon enough. He is coming by soon? Maybe I should call to Shen?" Her gaze momentarily looses focus, as if looking elsewhere and not within the room. "Oh dear, she is teasing alley cats again. I'll call her..."

 

Kieran gives a throaty little laugh, "Toshie, I'm quite taken by a few of the oni, but yes, I find this particular one special. Like Sebastian. Like you. I do still like women, you know? I can't help if the ranks of the onisenshi are filled with lovely male creatures. You may find something to your tastes as well." His finger gives her nose a little flick. "He'll be here very soon. Watch the card." Head nods off in the table's direction.

 

The business card lying out on the table glows and the ink on the printed side suddenly swirls to the edges of the heavy paper and sprouts legs. This is honestly Malachai's favorite trick, the card scuttling off the table and running across the floor to the nearest open wall. The ink spreads thin as it forms a door, complete with a sketched handle. It solidifies and becomes very real as the handle turns downwards and the doorway opens up to let the artist-sorcerer through the portal. Mitama is indeed wearing his hair down, the curtain of dark silk spread out about his shoulders and down his back.  Looking around, he smiles as he spies the two on the couch. "Ah, Kieran. Still renovating?" he asks with a slight smirk before he half bows to the girl. "You must be Toshie. A pleasure to meet you."

 

Toshie's nose is obliging in its wrinkling as it is flicked, causing her to sniff and rub it with the back of her hand. But, inevitably, her gaze is drawn over towards the card that Lexie gave her. As it moves, her eyes open quite wide, and she is suddenly moving to sit up on the sofa, drawing her knees underneath her. Blindly, he fingers reach out as if to curl in the fabric of Kieran's shirt, watching the door arrive, and then Malachai step right on through. "Ooooooooh," she drawls slowly. "That was good." She slides to her feet, bare feet that is, and walks over to the artist. "A pleasure as well. So you are this Malachai I keep hearing so much about?"

 

Kieran doesn't seem inclined to get off the couch as he watches the pair greeting once another. "Sebastian trashed the place rather good, Malachai. So he's obliging me with renovations that will surpass what I originally had in mind. I can't complain. Toshie is living here now though, spending my money at her whim. Isn't she a lovely little thing? A gift from my goddess, as I keep reminding her."

 

Malachai smiles indolently, regarding Toshie through the wild strands of black hair fluttering about his face. "Yes Kieran, she's quite a lovely little thing." He reaches for her hand, gently lifting it upwards as he bows his head over it, to plant a kiss to the back of her fingers in a very old courtly way more European in origin than the more obvious asiatic features he wears. Straightening up afterwards, he lets his hand on hers linger a moment before letting go. "I am Malachai, though I don't know what tales the others might have been telling you."

 

When one has a bondbird, it is really good to leave a window open for it. Not long after Malachai's entrance, the grey falcon is already alighting upon the windowsill. But Toshie is all eyes for Malachai, blinking up to him with something of her own delighted expression. The young woman rises to her toes as her hand is kissed, licking her lips just the slightest. "Everything has been good, have no doubt in that." She is reaching over though as if to link her arm with Malachai's, but looking over to Kieran, "Oh. Canni keep him?"

 

"Only if you share," is Kieran's mirth-filled reply as he rises from the couch at last, crossing the floor to stand by them both. His fingers are brushing over the fall of Malachai's hair, tucking away those strands covering his features. "See Malachai? If you would stop hiding away in your studio, you would never want for company." Higuchi leans forward to brush lips against the his.

 

"If you kept me, just where would I be staying? It seems that this place could get a little crowded after all." The artist's sharp eyes does not miss the arrival of the bird but has little time to do more than raise a brow at it before he becomes preoccupied with the kiss. "Hmmm... Then again there does seem to be certain advantages of spending time here." Malachai chuckles as he runs fingers down the arm of Kieran's shirt. "I'm not /hiding/ in my studio, and you know it. I simply have much to do there." That and his tendency to get distracted when out and away from his business. Bad idea when one runs into seishi that way. "Now, about this chi sharing thing...?"

 

Toshie really isn't sure at all how to react to seeing Kieran kiss the other man, so she doesn't do anything at all. Not uncomfortable. Not intrigued. Just whatever. "Crowded? It is just me and Shen. I'm sure I could stuff you in the closet when I don't need you, Malachai... but I doubt that I would be doing that often to you." She ends that with a teasing wink, her lips twisting into something of an amused smile.

 

Kieran draws back from the artist to look at Toshie, giving her a slow smile, "I'm not sure to be slighted or not, Toshie. You don't flirt with me that way. Nor do you offer to keep me in closets. Ah well, rejection was bound to happen sometime or another. Now, yes, about the chi sharing. Toshie knows more of this than I and I think Shen more than she, but I'm not positive of that last." Shen is also given a glance and unconsciously the oni brushes his own hair from his face.

 

Malachai keeps a rather straight face as he replies back to that idea. "I have never intended to go in or emerge from any closet aside from the express purpose of changing clothing. There is a great deal of room in my own place, thought that often only points out how empty it can be." He shrugs rather nonchalantly though there is a slight smirk that escapes as he reaches out to touch Toshie's own unusual hair, noting the braids and highlights, something he's never done with his own. "I think though, that Kieran has been suffering from the cold long enough, we should really do something about that before further discussion of.. pleasantries."

 

Toshie is already flashing Kieran a broad grin, mouth opens to offer a retort, only to be sidetracked by Malachai's words. "Oh. Yes." She frowns for a moment, moving away from the others to lift her arm, and with an audible flutter, the falcon wings over to land upon her forearm. "Shen has been helping me. She first showed me how to heal, and now to heal using the energy of another... and she tells me that I can also give another chi from what she gathers." Fingers stroke over the bird's chest, lovingly. Hesitantly, her gaze lifts to the other men, "And I think that is part of what is wrong with Kieran. I tried to look inside him, and it seemed to almost feel right -the decision to feed his flame anew. But Shen must drain someone else. Last time this happened, she only pulled enough from Sebastian that was necessary, but he still nearly passed out. I'm not sure how much Kieran needs."

 

Despite the fact that Kieran is desperate to feel his heat again, he's still going to make sure Malachai makes this decision willingly. "Mitama, she says she won't drain your permanent chi, but if you'd rather not be drained at all, I do understand. I know it's a lot to ask of you, though I will promise to make sure you get home safely if you are incapacitated by the effort." Amber-eyes drift back to Toshie, affection filling his expression. "If this works, I'll give Shen some of my hair, if she still wants it. As long as she doesn't ask for all of it of course."

 

Malachai's expression is somber as he listens to Toshie's explanation. "I hope what I have is enough then. I have been building up a great pool of power to draw from that is external to myself, but I can access it at will." He tends to shine fairly brightly to those with the chi sense to detect it, one of the stronger of the oni in that regard, but given what vast variations his powers encompass. Giving Kieran a reassuring smile, he reaches out to slide his arm around the taller man's waist, turning his face to murmur right by his ear. "I offered anything at my disposal to you already, I have not changed my mind. If doing this restores you, I have no fear that will be very well watched over till I regain my strength."

 

Toshie watches Kieran for a moment, still idly scritching Shen, "I think she'd much rather get that hair all on her own. It just isn't the same if given willingly -at least in her mind." The bird somehow manages to look a little annoyed, if that is even possibly before launching off of Toshie's arm to take a perch upon the back of a chair. Briefly chewing upon her bottom lip, still awfully nervous considering she has never done this thing before. Fingers begin to play with the feather attached to her hair, twiddling it. "Uhm. Then you both had better sit down."

 

Kieran is nothing if not generous to those he cares about it seems. "Alright, Shen can have it off my head then. How can I refuse her?" The man at his side is smiled down upon, his hand brushing against one cheek. "Thank you," he replies, eyes holding a hint of promise of more gratitude later if things are fixed and he is able. He draws both himself and Malachai back to the couch, sitting down with a nod to both Toshie and Shen.

 

Malachai follows Kieran to the couch, settling down beside the other man in a rather relaxed pose even as he smoothes down his clothing so that they don't rumple. "Hmm, a good idea to me. I think the less distance one has of accidentally falling to the floor while being drained, the better. Just how is Shen going to pull the chi out?" He doesn't sound particularly worried, not if Sebastian had gone through it before and certainly survived.

 

Toshie does not really need to be touching either man for this, and so the girl simply drops to the floor where she is, licking her lips once more. Sitting cross-legged, her breathing suddenly steadies, meditative techniques shown her all of those years ago playing a part once again. She doesn't respond to either man at all now. As for the falcon, she remains perched upon the back of the chair, intelligence in her beady eyes as they train upon that of Malachai's figure, along with that glimmer of white and black. In the next breath, Malachai should already be feeling the effects of the drain, the bird's touch is actually delicate for this instance, but it is undeniably there, reaching deep into the man's core to take ahold of where his chi is and try steadily pull it out. A worm being pulled from the earth by a robin? Maybe not the best analogy, but possibly better than likening one to a strawberry milkshake, and having another beging to suck you up with a straw.

 

Kieran has probably teasingly begged someone to suck him like a straw before, maybe not up with a straw, but that's really not the point of the exercise at the moment. *cough* Seeing as Toshie isn't trying to muck about with all those other fragments, he's not liable to scream in hideous amounts of pain, but he is paling as he feels the touch on the place that serves as his psychological chi trigger, scarred now by the mental burning he gave himself when he tried to push Dylan from his mind. It is slowly healing on its own, but the trickle of chi is so faint, it would likely take several more days before anything improved.

 

From the vantage point of someone who is being treated like.. something being sucked out through a straw, Malachai could probably guarantee that it is most certainly NOT the same as how Kieran's imagining it! Never the less, the artist strives to relax and not resist, closing his eyes and working on a meditative state to allow the process to go faster. It is never the less a disconcerting feeling, to have one's lifeforce being removed bit by bit. He cannot help the slight tendency to clench his hands though, restraining himself from reacting to the loss.

 

Toshie is already feeling the effects of the added chi to her own. Already rather slight when it comes to her own power, it is suddenly growing by leaps and bounds as the bird continues to pull from Malachai, relentlessly and even drawing faster as the process continues and doesn't require the slight touch no further. Instead of already channeling the power on to Kieran, she keeps it within herself, the slightest of shivers causing goosebumps to raise up and down her arms in reaction. Despite any meditative efforts, her breathing increases, teeth biting at her bottom lip enough to draw blood. This is definitely new to her. "Just a little more..." But she focuses upon the point in Keiran that she found before, that spot within him that needs to be fed. And as Shen apparently pulls out that last little bit from Malachai that is needed, Toshie shudders, eyes flashing open as she stares at Kieran. Not a word of warning as the girl unleashes all that was pent up within her, directing every last bit right at that spot within Kieran with a blast of channeled and pure energy.

 

Kieran's own amber-eyes fly open, his body bowing in what appears to be either pain or ecstasy - or perhaps a combination of both - as a hoarse groan is forceably yanked from deep within his body. His hands fly up to his head, pressing into his own temples, his mouth forming a now wordless cry. What was sundered has been undone... and then some. Chi flows through Kieran in uncontrolled amounts, released from the binding and supplemented by the purity of what Toshie has provided. He doesn't set the place on fire, but that's only due to the fact that any fire needs time to go from ember to blaze. The heat, however, is immense and rises from him skin wave upon wave. The hue in eyes flickers to crimson life as he pants for breath.

 

Malachai gives a shudder too as his energies are pulled out faster and faster, the man panting slightly as he starts to feel faint. Forced to grip the arm of the couch to steady himself, he opens his eyes to find the world at a slight dizzying tilt for a moment and lets go of a harsh gasp as finally the drain on his life comes to an end. The wave of heat washing over him from Kieran beside him though, is a good hint to him that something was accomplished at least. The lack of energies on his part, leaves him feeling rather chilled like someone with thin blood and nothing within to warm him.

 

Toshie has dabbled in drugs now and again, but nothing at all serious, mostly in passing. But, the thing is, what just happened is /way/ better than any high she ever achieved before. Still shaking from the effort, the girl slowly draws up to her feet once more, a decided brightness to her eyes. She moves over to Malachai first, a hand reaching over as if to settle upon his forehead with the intention to steady the other somewhat, healing powers given to relieve any ill effects. Then next she look to Kieran, her gaze expectant as she searches him over, worry present, "Kieran...?"

 

Kieran it takes a while for the oni to focus, to draw in his heat enough to steady himself and not light the place on fire while he dances and chants happily. He nods back to her, his eyes finding hers. "My goddess!" he breathes, a warm hand reaching for her, wanting to pull her to him, to hold her and kiss her, if she'll allow. He's wanting to share his heat and to thank her properly. Malachai does not go unnoticed either as the other hand searches for one of his, squeezing tight.

 

Malachai is glad for them, that they're feeling obviously quite fine. The chosen of Amatsumika however, is feeling pretty crappy, flinching slightly at the touch to his forehead but too darn drained to actually pull away. He doesn't normally end up like this unless he's gone on some muse driven project that demands to be done, letting him go days later and left wondering where the time has gone. "Can feel the heat from over here." he murmurs, the faintest grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he feels the warm hand slip into his.

 

Toshie is too stunned by Kieran's rather energetic reaction to even consider a knee to the groin, chop to the neck, headbutt, or anything of the sort. And considering the man more than likely has at the very least a good hundred pounds or so on her, including more than a foot, she is easily grabbed, swung about, and kissed. Okay, that last one earns quite the blush from her. She still has some of that excess chi zipping through her veins though, making her quite wide-eyed and perky. "Oooooohhhhh, it worked. It worked." But she is eventually working to wiggle herself out of Kieran's arms, "I'm going to go lavish some attention on Shen... Malachai? It took Sebastian about an hour before he was feeling okay enough to actually get up, so you might want to take it easy." She lifts her hand to call the falcon to her, and then she is starting off to the back bedroom with a decided perk to her step.

 

At least he didn't stick his tongue down her throat? Kieran is happy though and he smiles fondly as Toshie putters off with Shen. Flowers, candy, jewelry, clothes, a new car... he'll give her whatever she wants next time he sees her. For now he's going to turn his attention to the drained oni beside him, giving a tug to the joined hands, "Can you get yourself home without spending too much energy? I could try to get you there. I've got enough chi running through my veins that I could probably manage it without breaking my brain again. Shall I try?"