[This is early stage draft. I'm banging my head against the convo between Inari and L-Sty.]
Monday,
July 6, 2009, 7:20 pm EDT--
Fox/Misty at Work, part 2
I
was beginning to panic, when the magatama around my neck
flashed cold, and an amused voice echoed in my head.
::
Visualize the form you're putting forth in your genjutsu,
Kasumi-chan, :: the voice said, :: and I'll talk you through a
useful technique, ne? ::
“Inari?”
I whispered. I blinked and readied myself to follow her instructions.
::
Very good! Now, the following hand seals: Rat, Hare, Ram, Tiger!
Execute! ::
I
channeled the chakra and felt a familiar weight settle upon me, and
the slight itch at my chin I hadn't felt since the Event. My
recently acquired ninja skills told me that this was a henge,
but it felt different.
::
Hmm. Not quite perfect, but you seem to have the basics, ::
Inari said.
With
the henge letting me match my identification, it was a simple matter
to avoid suspicion and take care of my status as a witness to the
attempted robbery. The henge was a little draining, but I was able to
finish my shift with little difficulty.
Tuesday,
July 7, 2009, 11:07 am EDT-- Heads, I Win; Tails You Lose
Two
days in, and I was beginning to adjust to being Misty, and more
importantly, so were my folks. Admittedly, my mother had almost not
recognized me when I came to pick her up from dialysis, but I'd
gotten her home with no trouble. With her safely settled and my dad
champing at the bit on his latest college course assignment, I was
going to take a nature walk.
:: So
what are we going to do today, Kasumi-chan? :: Inari asked from
the magatama.
I
stepped into the woods by the apartment complex dumpsters and began
to follow the trails left by years of kids riding BMX and mountain
bikes between the birch and maple trees. “I'm going to find
someplace that I can let loose with my techniques without drawing
unwanted attention. And, just maybe, we can find one of your cousins
who might let you 'shack up,' as it were.”
::
Why go to all the trouble? I'm sure you could find me someone
here, like that blonde in the bikini by the pool? ::
“Chiyuki-san,”
I said, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I thought you didn't like
unwilling hosts.”
I got
the impression of a foxy grin. :: I like having opposable thumbs
more. ::
I
snorted in amusement and sat under the emerald canopy by a granite
boulder. “I'm actually surprised you didn't just take me over while
I slept and eat all the red beans and rice in the complex.”
:: I
couldn't. My promise to your clan is still in effect until the
equinox. ::
I
swallowed nervously. “You tried, then?”
:: Of
course I did! :: I got the impression of an “are you stupid?”
glare. :: I thought perhaps if the 'Hanover' part didn't work in
my favor, the 'Goodhue' part would. ::
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
Monday,
July 6, 2009, 7:20 pm EDT--
Fox/Misty at Work, part 2
I
was beginning to panic, when the magatama around my neck
flashed cold, and an amused voice echoed in my head.
::
Visualize the form you're putting forth in your genjutsu,
Kasumi-chan, :: the voice said, :: and I'll talk you through a
useful technique, ne? ::
“Inari?”
I whispered. I blinked and readied myself to follow her instructions.
::
Very good! Now, the following hand seals: Rat, Hare, Ram, Tiger!
Execute! ::
I
channeled the chakra and felt a familiar weight settle upon me, and
the slight itch at my chin I hadn't felt since the Event. My
recently acquired ninja skills told me that this was a henge,
but it felt different.
::
Hmm. Not quite perfect, but you seem to have the basics, ::
Inari said.
With
the henge letting me match my identification, it was a simple matter
to avoid suspicion and take care of my status as a witness to the
attempted robbery. The henge was a little draining, but I was able to
finish my shift with little difficulty.
Tuesday,
July 7, 2009, 11:07 am EDT-- Heads, I Win; Tails You Lose
Two
days in, and I was beginning to adjust to being Misty, and more
importantly, so were my folks. Admittedly, my mother had almost not
recognized me when I came to pick her up from dialysis, but I'd
gotten her home with no trouble. With her safely settled and my dad
champing at the bit on his latest college course assignment, I was
going to take a nature walk.
:: So
what are we going to do today, Kasumi-chan? :: Inari asked from
the magatama.
I
stepped into the woods by the apartment complex dumpsters and began
to follow the trails left by years of kids riding BMX and mountain
bikes between the birch and maple trees. “I'm going to find
someplace that I can let loose with my techniques without drawing
unwanted attention. And, just maybe, we can find one of your cousins
who might let you 'shack up,' as it were.”
::
Why go to all the trouble? I'm sure you could find me someone
here, like that blonde in the bikini by the pool? ::
“Chiyuki-san,”
I said, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I thought you didn't like
unwilling hosts.”
I got
the impression of a foxy grin. :: I like having opposable thumbs
more. ::
I
snorted in amusement and sat under the emerald canopy by a granite
boulder. “I'm actually surprised you didn't just take me over while
I slept and eat all the red beans and rice in the complex.”
:: I
couldn't. My promise to your clan is still in effect until the
equinox. ::
I
swallowed nervously. “You tried, then?”
:: Of
course I did! :: I got the impression of an “are you stupid?”
glare. :: I thought perhaps if the 'Hanover' part didn't work in
my favor, the 'Goodhue' part would. ::
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll