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March 2022 IC Mingle

1. WELCOMING COMMITTEE

cw: optional aphro in Tamamo Clan prompt

The influx of Lost Souls means the factions need to have a little welcoming party of sorts. The leaders of each faction each send a message to their new recruits, telling them to meet at their respective headquarters.

The Shuten Clan directs their new recruits to the Arena. There’s plenty of food and booze to go along with the exhibition matches from the toughest fighters they’ve got. Enjoy the view or get involved in an arena fight, if you’re feeling spicy. If bloodsport isn’t your cup of tea, there’s a number of gambling games to partake in, too – don’t worry, your money isn’t at stake here, unless you want it to be.

The Tamamo Clan recruits are sent to the brothel Mizukume. Hosts of all sorts are there to fill your every need. If you’re not one to be doted on, there’s also exotic dancers in every state of undress for you to look at. You may be tasked with being a host or a dancer yourself. If you’re not in the mood for that, there’s plenty of food from Tamamo-controlled restaurants to eat and seemingly endless drinks. The drinks may or may not have a little something extra in them, so check the labels carefully.

The Sutoku Alliance meets at the nightclub Konoha. It’s truly a celebration with an enormous amount of fast food from every joint in their district and an equal amount of cheap drinks. Sing your heart out with live band karaoke – don’t worry about them not knowing your song, they seem to have a depth of knowledge beyond this world. Once that settles down, there’s plenty of dancing to do or you can be a wallflower, whatever suits your mood.

The Department of the Enma meets at a meeting room on the top floor of Kaigo no Bou. The room is uncomfortably opulent and wouldn’t be out of place in a Heian imperial court. Fine silk tapestries cover the walls, richly lacquered wood is inlaid with gold, and it all feels like it was decorated by someone with more money than taste. There’s fine food and even finer drink available. Various multi-armed youkai play in a jazz band, playing their instruments in a much more complicated manner than strictly necessary. Stretch your legs and dance. Take a peek out the window for a bird’s eye view of the city. If the interior is too stuffy for you, escape to the roof for some fresh air – just be careful not to fall off.

2. PARTY TIME

CW: optional aphro

After everyone’s had their fill of food, drink, and entertainment: the party isn’t over. They’re told to make their way to Konoha with the instruction to show their faction’s pride. That’s a careful way to tell them to raise hell. Upon arrival, all recruits are provided with an advance on their pay by The Enma. Food is provided by the Shuten Clan, a variety of all sorts of meaty foods. Drinks are provided by the Tamamo Clan, but be wary because some may have that special Tamamo kick to them (read: aphro). It’s technically a neutral meeting place, but there’s almost certain to be a fight sooner or later. Entertain yourself, meet the other factions, and raise some Hell.

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[Oh. Oh no. This is like... a real weakness. An actually, significant weakness they now have. Casually admitting that is unwise! Especially to someone they don't recognize from within their own faction. Not that their own faction could be trusted-

Ydris' mind spins over this a while longer, getting real caught up in the details. They completely lose perspective of just how obvious this fact and weakness would be knowing at all what their true form is. A form they don't really hide so much as contain out of convenience.

Best to deflect.]

It's no concern. Swimming would not be- be not- important for me. To ever indulge in.

[ Ydris is lucky that Azem is far more focused on trying to ignore her arousal than his dilemma about being unable to swim. She's typically pretty sharp and able to pick up on those kinds of things, though perhaps not as sharp as Hythlodaeus was.

She does pick up on some fear but she'll just assume it's because he never learned.

So his deflection works just fine. And if he's lucky she won't remember to bring it up again in the future. ]

Mmn, I see. That's a shame.

[Deflecting is good, that way they can both disguise a concern for getting wet.]

Are you still overly warm? Let me touch you. [that's a way to put it, Ydris.

They outstretch a hand to feel her temple for heat, not going through with it if she flinched away or said not to. Another mystery, hadn't they had a glove on, a moment prior? They didn't reach to take it off, but their hand is just bare now.

If allowed, their skin is more soft than the porcelain like touch earlier would suggest. Ydris has a certain knack for being able to sense temperature accurately, though in this form they need to make contact to judge as much... and might just want an excuse]

Edited 2022-03-10 23:18 (UTC)

[ The suggestion of being touched is met with a giggle. Do they realize the implication of what they're saying? Probably not. ]

Still warm. [ She can tell them that much. Though she makes no effort to evade Ydris' touch. In fact, she leans into it with a hum.

They'll find she is indeed a bit warmer than she probably should be, but it's not a concerning difference. It could easily be explained away by her proximity to Ydris and the warmth they give off as well as being a little drunk (and horny). ]

That you are... [Ydris confirms, with some quiet intensity. Their fingers pet along her temple as he nudges into them receptively. Dropping their hand down, Ydris' caressed the side of her face in a stern, if graceful gesture, sweeping along her jawline. Their palm stops in place, holding her at one side of her neck, thumb rubbing softly and intimately at the pulse point there.]

And your heart is beating quickly. [they lean to the opposite ear, speaking up loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the party so close]

Now, why would that be?

[deflecting, flirting, all the same]

[ Azem lets out a soft sigh as Ydris' hand moves from her temples to her neck. The little bit of contact is nice though it doesn't soothe anything she's feeling. If anything it only makes her want more.

She starts to open her mouth to respond to the observation about her heart beating quickly when they lean in to speak directly into her ear. She shivers, biting her bottom lip. It takes her a moment get her thoughts together and away from where that little move of theirs has sent them. ]

I suspect the drinks had a bit of an extra punch. [ She chuckles. Something about aphrodisiacs had been mentioned back at the Tamomo party. She shouldn't be surprised. ]

I see... [Ydris hums teasingly, positions themselves in closely, that inviting warmth of their ever present. One of their arms is draped around the back of the lounge and Azem as a result. The other is reached forward, petting a thumb along the soft side of her neck. That hand isn't retreating one bit, casually enjoying it's place against her skin.

This is a much better diversion, something Ydris is far more confident in. Their voice remains quiet, a bit stern, a bit playful]

Is there a way I could help you with that, Azem?

[ That's not what Azem was expecting from her admission, though perhaps she should have. If her heartbeat was fast before it's absolutely beginning to pound now. She lets out a laugh, though it's cut short as another shiver runs through her. It's ridiculous that she can feel so hot and still shiver.

Ydris is obviously something else, some manner of creation, perhaps. Azem's curiosity only blends with her arousal, wanting to know more about them ].

Hmmmn, [ she hums thoughtfully, eyes half-lidded as she watches them. ] I wouldn't want to be a bother.

[ Oh no, she absolutely wants to be a bother, but she's curious to hear their response. ]

Edited (i stg coding) 2022-03-12 05:06 (UTC)

You're not. [said quickly and strictly, even. No bother and no concern for Ydris. What better is there to do than enjoy some intimacy with an attractive, and seemingly quite eager, woman? Ydris is staying close to continue this line of questioning]

You've surely guessed by now, I'm not what I appear. Is that a bother? [some people are so fussy! Ydris hardly sees a separation between who and what they are and the illusion they can create. It's all the same to them. Illusion is a misnomer, it implies a certain willful deceit. Ydris doesn't really hide what they are, it's pretty clear from how they act that they aren't human. Back home, they aren't even mortal.]

Well, in that case... [ Maybe she should be surprised by how quickly and firmly they deny her being a bother, but she's nothing but delighted.

She reaches out to toy with Ydris' hair. ]

Mmn, no. Then again I'm not always as I appear. [ She appears human, with the expectation of her eyes, but her people are anything but. They're more akin to gods with extraordinary abilities. Amidst those abilities is the ability of transformation. While most pick a form and stick to it, others may take on a monstrous form if necessary for whatever reason.

In Azem's case, she also changes her physical sex to suit how she's feeling. Unfortunately, she's unaware of how much that ability has been nerfed. ]

[Same hat? Same hat. Very good. Ydris is pleased to indulge with someone who isn't hung up on their... humanity or lack-there-of. Toying with their hair is probably more interesting than Azem anticipates. It does move and react, but it's very stiff, waxy even, and seems to melt out of her touch to return to it's natural place.]

This form I take, it is merely a shell around my true form. I can feel through it, but it's only so stable. [and once it was much more versatile, but that's nerfed out of them for the time being, as well.

To get to the point, though,]

What I have to offer is some perfectly adept hands. They should suffice. [Ydris is straight up sexless for the time being and, generally, keeps themselves that way. Hands do the job just fine in the absence of anything better (ie. tentacles, color that a zesty personal preference of theirs) and pleasing others is just how Ydris gets sexual satisfaction of their own.]

[ Their hair is far more interesting than Azem anticipated. She finds herself toying with it, momentarily distracted from what she's been feeling. ]

Oh? She stops playing with Ydris' hair and focuses once more on them. [ Her gaze roams over their form as if looking for some hint as to what their true appearance is. ] I can't say the same about myself. I usually look like this or similar. My, hmm, true form – you could say – is something else entirely. A bit too big to show off here.

[ Perhaps a bit too big for the city as a whole. So maybe it's better she doesn't have access to it. ]

Your hands, hmm? [ She uncrosses and recrosses her legs beneath her robe. Hands work just fine in her experience (tentacles are great though). ] What about you? What can be done for you?

[While that brings up a whole HOST of questions for Ydris, the prospect of sex is going to push those off until later. Is she some manner of dragon, too? Not that Ydris' own secondary form made it to this place. An all together good, if troubling thing for them, personally.

But, no, tuck that into the back of the mind. For later. For now, they're talking about what those hands do. Currently, one travels down along he neck to splay over his collar, caressing the smooth skin along the bone there. A promise of sinking down lower present]

Doing for you is doing for me. Easy enough, isn't that? [stimulation doesn't really work for Ydris in a traditional sense; they are an amalgamation of fire, metal, and wax. Thinking too deeply over it will led to an existential spiral of questions and that's just not sexy, huh]

[ She's no such thing, though she supposes she could have taken on a dragon-like form if she wanted.

She shivers in response to their traveling touch. It feels too awkward to not return such touches in kind, she's far too tactile to not reach out and mirror the touch. It might not do anything for them, but it gives her something to do besides sit there. ]

I see. [ She can live that. ] Then I suppose there are only two other questions to ask. Are we to do this here and what form would you like me in?

[It doesn't particularly do anything for Ydris, but they won't shy away. Their form is very solid, just don't try to punch a hole through them, it will shatter then. Just a shell, after all. It can be reformed quickly, regardless, but better it stays in place, keeps them from catching anything on fire.]

To answer the latter, as you are. The former needs a question in return, [they speak playfully stern, as if turning the tables. Tucking themself in at the side of her jaw, hot breathe tickles her earlobe when Ydris speaks]

Is here more thrilling for you-?

[ She isn't about to go and do that, not without a reason, in any case. ]

Very well. [ She wouldn't have been upset if they'd liked for her to change, but it is less effort on her part this way.

She doesn't hate how the way them leaning in to speak so close to her ear gets her worked up, but it does annoy her. She shivers once more, sucking a breath between her teeth as she bites her bottom lip.

Is it more thrilling? Yes, yes it is. It's something so improper and would be considered outright disgusting back home. Then again, she's finding much of this place would draw a disgusted reaction from her peers. ] It is.

Then let's indulge... [Ydris has zero qualms with fooling around in such an environment. It may be public, but the club certainly isn't against it. The Tamamo Clan members have seen to that. Plenty of others are being far more openly sexual. They're being somewhat restrained and secretive, which Ydris' more prudish upbringing enjoys, even if the danger of being caught isn't anything more than a lingering glance of someone passing by.

They pull the arm they had on the back edge of the lounge full around her, palm pressing against her back. It's firm enough she could lean back into it if she wanted. Their lips press just beneath her ear, an exceedingly warm kiss against her skin. After a moment, a touch of teeth, not biting, merely applying some pressure to such soft skin that seemed to easy to make shiver. Ydris' other hand slips beneath the fabric of her robe along the front, searching with a bold, firm grasp to cup one of her breasts]

((my dumb ass forgot she took the robe off, oh well!))

[ She lets out a giddy little giggle in response. It feels so terribly taboo given how she's lived her whole life. She supposes it'll be one of those things she'll get used to the longer she's here. Will that make returning home more difficult?

Well, that's a problem for later. Right now there's pleasure to be sought.

Hadn't she removed her robe? Well, not entirely. She's meant to but only got as far as opening it enough to let some cool air in, though it did little good.

She begins to melt in Ydris' arms. The sensation of their lips on her neck, followed up by teeth is enough to draw a gasp from her. Both hands grasp at them, finding something to hold onto.]

You may bite if you wish. [ She says directly into their ear. Though she suspects it won't produce the same reaction out of them as it does her.

Her breasts are covered by nothing more than a simple binding of fabric, something that could easily be undone and tugged away if desired. Something she'd very much like for them to do. ]

((what's a smut thread without some clothing getting taken off twice lmao))

[That giddy, excited noise she makes does more for Ydris than any touch does. That's the thrill of enthusiastic response, little is more appealing to Ydris than that. The gasp is particularly nice, too. Direction as to what she likes? Even better.]

As you wish... [they answer, before teeth sink into place. If it works for her, it works for them! Ydris is very meticulous and careful, all the same. If they linger too long they're going to leave a burn, not a hickey. Better to play on the safe side, there.

The hand at her breast palms over her bindings, at first an exploratory touch to gauge her response. Then it lingers because Ydris realizes that they... cannot simply phase through clothing like usual. Right. Their powers are very limited. Their projected forms cannot pass through obstructions ghost like and cop a feel. It was so convenient before, they need to get that ability back right away.

For now, they'll be up to this new, fleshy mortal difficulty. Fingers trace along the fabric edge to find where they can undo such clothing, wanting to push aside and feel her chest directly]

[ The bite receives a moan. Even a little bit of a burn wouldn't bother her. If anything a little pain is all the more exciting, it heightens her pleasure. Though that might also stem a bit from her enjoyment of combat. One never truly feels alive without a near-death experience or two. ]

Mmn, that's good.

[ Her hands grasp at them, seeking something to hold onto, dig her nails into. Whether that's clothing or Ydris' "skin" it doesn't matter to her. Though she does hope she doesn't damage them.

If they can't happen to find the closure, the fabric can be moved aside with a bit of effort. It's not worn too tightly. Either way, Azem will let out a sigh as just a bit more of her restrictive clothing is removed. Not that it does anything to abate the heat given Ydris' presence. They'll find her breasts are just about the perfect size to palm. Nipples perky thanks to her arousal. ]

[Ydris' hand, to some flash of embarrassment, does fumble to work at the closure alone. They realize they actually need to focus up some one the task of they're not going to get it done, too used to clothing being simply no obstacle at all. Their other hand drops and slips forward, aiding in getting her clothing open.

Having left a couple marks at the topmost swoop of her neck, Ydris leans back just enough to look down at her as they expose her chest. The flushed, aroused state she's in is striking enough Ydris takes a notable pull of air in through their nose... only to need to turn their head away abruptly. They let out an involuntary puff of smoke from their mouth as a result, angled away to not blow that directly into her face.

If she can connect that's a direct result of their own excitement, she's welcome to find it quite funny.]

[ Azem draws back a little when there's a pause in activities. She begins to wonder if she should ask if they need help but it seems they figure it out just as she's about to open her mouth. Instead, she sighs as the bindings fall away.

She does chuckle as they turn away and release a little puff of smoke. ] Getting a little heated, are you?

[ She'll reach over to grasp their chin and turn them back toward her once they seem to have let it out. ] Cute.

[Heated? Yes. But... Cute!! Cute!?

They've never been called cute in earnest, not once in their whole existence. How does someone even react to getting called cute. They've called other people cute and somehow are blanking on what a satisfying response is.

Ydris decides they want to just kiss her in response, that'll shut disarming compliments right up, but then just hesitates on that. They stop just short, lips nearly making contact, foreheads near bumping together]

... I won't- kiss you. If you don't like the taste of smoke. [if she bothers to breathe in close, she might realize that's not entirely what's there. In Ydris' world all magic is tied to a flavor. That smokiness is on their breath, but there's something else, something like warm cinnamon. Much more appealing than smoke from a cigarette or exhaust.]

[ Azem can't help but tease, but she's being honest. There's something cute about Ydris getting so worked up and blowing off a puff of smoke because of it.

She watches them closely, waiting to see what they'll do in response to her teasing. It seems a kiss is their answer, smart. It'd keep her from speaking. But then they stop just short and speak, what a tease. ]

It won't bother me. [ She smiles and closes the distance for them. The smell of cinnamon is almost intoxicating, especially when mixed with the smoke. A pleased sound reverberates in her chest as if approving of smoky cinnamon flavor. ]

[Azem leans in to that kiss and Ydris is quick, hungry even, to reciprocate it. Luckily it's not a waxy sensation, they can approximate the plushness of human lips and tongue just fine with their illusion, it is robust enough for that.

The taste is largely the intriguing factor. Ydris is basically a being of pure magic and when that magic is largely denoted by taste, it could be an unexpected overload of that particular sense to indulge in. Fire is that of smoke and spice and tart, but it's more welcoming a flavor than revolting. More cinnamon cherry pie with a burnt crust than the sheer heat of an eye watering hot sauce.

Now properly riled up, Ydris' sense of cool is mostly out the window. Their hands press her to naked breasts, cupping firm palms to each side. Dropping just a bit lower, Ydris' thumbs flick her nipples, trying to get a gasp from that ever more passionate kiss. Of course, they'd only let it be a brief one, not wishing their lips to be parted for too long]

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