A Samurai Out of Time... (Otrimi the Playful m[eats] Hiyori the Thunder Beast)

(originally from this post)

Deep in the Amaine Forest... Early Spring, 2282.


Hiyori continued to walk on the path... and ironically ended up off it. "I'm no better than them..." she sighed. 'Them' being the pair she had just saved from a dragoness who was out hunting for Hiyori. Olivia's dragon, Olivia the gangster who was crazy obsessed with Regis, who didn't seem as bad a man as he liked to portray himself to be. She could sense a willingness to do good, he just wanted to be loved; it was deep, behind layers of bloodshed and cruelty, but she could tell he had the heart of a noble warrior deep within, and past the mask of ruthlessness.

She was thinking of heading back to Jessie in Danton, the boy was given orders to take the long route to Beijio by caravan and 4x4, he'd end up at her Beijio Home far quicker than she would through the Amaine, especially at this rate now. By the time she got back to the path, she realized it take longer to return to Danton and find feasibly find Jessie before his departure, so instead, since she was already on the path to Beijio, she'd simply resume her travel through the Amaine. However, she did not expect to get side tracked by the flowers. They were pretty things, she was now in a clearing that stretched for several kilometers ahead of her, a grassy field that was abundant with the glowing white blooms. She gently caressed them as she walked through the field, their buds gently closing as she touched them. It was a beautiful place. If I were to die in battle, dying in a place such as this would make for a beautiful death. She thought, the Samurai Warrior inside her agreeing with such thoughts. However, such things were not on her agenda for today, or anytime soon. She wondered if Balin was thinking about her right now... she thought of him often when she was away, and despite being a little older than him, she was originally groomed to be his arranged wife at one point in their future... but things changed, she became a pseudo mentor to the young prince, and well... there was hope such things may change in the future.

Jessie reminded her of him a bit, but Jessie was also such a nice person, and not out of some perverted fantasy, hell that was more her than him; she would have been able to read that off him- many were 'nice' to her at the Bliss in the odd hopes she would bed them after all. Jessie wasn't one of them. Nor was Regis, and even Baracas for that matter, but she did make him look like he did in the weeks leading up to his death. Work was unfinished yet in Galideno, but she had a duty to uphold back in Beijio... future investigations would have to be made, especially since her cover was blown once she had to alter her plans. She got restless, her blade calling out to her after a month of disuse. She kept her training with a mop handle, which lead to a funny interaction with Regis at one point, though her didn't smile.

"Why am I thinking such things... it must be this wide open space filled with such beautiful flowers..." She says to herself, when she felt her blade.... humming? She blinked, turning to her hip, yanking up the Otachi, scabbard and all, peeling the blade open gently... noticing the blade began to glow...

"What...is?" Hiyori mumbled, observing the blade a little longer...

She thought she hears something behind her, the samurai's blue eyes glancing to the treeline... her trained body did not flinch to the sound of twigs snapping, giving any who observed her the impression that she was not alert. She carefully glanced about, her lidded gaze picking up what she could see from her peripheral vision, but the Samurai did not see anyone.

Six baby blue colored eyes blinked as they watched the curvaceous samurai stroll through the forest. Otrimi himself wasn't sure what he really was. Since time immemorial he had simply been. A creature of chaos, Otrimi's appearance reflected his impish nature. His prehensile tail was covered in this scales and spikes, stretching well over five feet long at the moment. A patch of blue fur started halfway up the tail and ran across the top of his spine all the way to his head. The tail gave way to a rounded, quadrupedal body covered in the same same scales and spikes save for his underbelly. That was simply leathery, thick skin that failed to match the rest of his exterior. All four legs ended in hooves that could morph into the shape of humanoid hands with opposable thumbs at the chaos beast's inclination. Sprouts even occasionally dotted his back, literal plants beginning to grow out of his body.

A long neck much like a lizard's stretched several feet long to a wickedly grinning head lined with large fangs. Fangs that could be sharp as a finely honed blade or blunt as a newborn's fists. All at Otrimi's leisure for he also possessed the ability to mutate his body in an instant, whether it be to become more lethal or prolong his playtime with someone else. This was his preferred form, not so much natural if such a thing were even possible, save for his cloaked hide that concealed him under cover of trees. He had arrived here by traversing the Mists of Time. An exacting ordeal but one the chaos beast could make unharmed.

Each eye blinked independently of one another, their light visible as Otrimi dismissed his camouflage to step into view.....

The unusual entity would notice that the Samurai was not only curvaceous, but tall.



Her footwear lifted her almost to 5'11, her long black hair had a distinct bluish-purple hue, and she carried a sword that was nearly just as long with a tiger tail shirizaya, or saya (scabbard) covering. She could make out blue, flickering lights like lanterns of a kitsune in the corner of her vision. "My traditional name is Busujima no Hiyori, Lady Busujima of Ryunoshi, the Thunderbeast of Beijio!" She declared, and as she turned to face her silent audience, she drew the full length of the Busujima Longblade. Purple electrical arts, similar to that of lightning branching from dark storm clouds, sizzled around her as she did- her senses telling her that whoever it was, was not here to speak idle pleasantries:



What greeted Hiyori, however... was no Kitsune. Definitely not a kitsune.



It was large, with scales and fur... an impish, wicked grin graced its wide and grotesque head. The azure 'flames' she had seen were its six, large eyes- each blinking independently. She grimaced at its unearthly sight, holding the long katana in a two hand grip as she studies the approaching, seemingly inquisitive creature. "Well... you're not a Kitsune..." She said out loud, glancing the creature head to toe, and the whipping, scaly and spiky tail. "...still, I haven't seen your ilk before. I shouldn't be too surprised, this is the Amaine forest." She continues to commentate, unsure if this creature was more intelligent than it looked. Though, she knew from this brief introduction that it was bold for it was not seemingly frightened by her lightning. Either very bold or very stupid... best keep up a solid front. Hiyori told herself.

Hiyori's lightning arced across the field before Otrimi, but he simply tilted his head a curious animal might. The act of intimidation was obviously meant to deter him, but unfortunately for the samurai it had the opposite effect. A deep growl emanated from Otrimi's throat as he sat up and lowered his posture to resemble a predator ready to strike. His tail flicked back and forth behind him, breaking down several bamboo stalks in the process.

It had been too long since he'd had an opportunity to exercise his powers and body. What could be described as a smile spread from cheek to cheek across his monstrous face, baby blue eyes continuing to blink independently of one another. Yet he was going to have some fun with this creature. He would maintin the predatory posture until Hiyori made a move, turning her into the aggressor to draw more entertainment from expected combat.

To increase his own intimidating appearance, Otrimi also summoned more spikes along his front legs and tail. He pawed the ground with his humanoid front hands to seem as if he would charge, all but initiating hostilities at this point.

His mishmash of body parts bristled in anticipation....

Hiyori studied the beast closely now. She was unsure what kind of animal it was, but they seemed intent now on charging. Though she was trained in the manner to be still as water and strike like a tsunami, she was highly unsure of what the creature was potentially capable of. Her blade channeled with purple electricity as she stared down her opponent for what felt like hours, but were mere seconds then she did something odd:



Swinging her sword, she began to sheath the blade back into its ornate scabbard. The best way to handle this unknown creature, is to hit him with my fastest attack... Lady Busujima thought, and smiled back at the creature.



It looks as if he's smiling... heh, well... I'll find out what you are soon enough. She mentally continued, and noticed now the odd traits he exhibited the body molding to a more weaponized form, the unique human like fore paws. She lowered her body, her large breasts hanging and bobbing freely as if she was naked thanks to the skin tight nature of her body suit. "Here I come..." She says under her breath, and started the charge! Tiger sprinting, her body arced with the same purple electricity that radiated her blade earlier, her tall and curvaceous frame did not make her appear to be a speedy character, but she excelled in speed, strength, and appearance. Such is the Busujima way.

Her lidded blue eyes were shining bright as she closed the distance, zipping left to right, and when she was about to get in range, she was going to quick draw her blade across the unknown threat!

Otrimi lowered his guard and left an opening for Hiyori to close in. Her blade was a flash of lightning across his exposed underbelly. He allowed the samurai to believe her skill was what landed the blow for now. He made sure to maneuver his spikes so that one scratched her just across her cleavage and left a hole in her suit. A deep bellow escaped his maw as he roared in fake pain, a deep gash hanging open several feet from head to tail.

Green blood sputtered from the wound as he threw himself up and smashed his back into the ground. His tail lay limp across the ground, the light from his eyes faded. Otrimi slowed all of his bodily functions to conceivably deceased levels. It's not as if a stopped heart had killed him in the millennia anyway. Now he had but to wait for Hiyori to approach. The Ever Playful monstrosity even rolled out his tongue for dramatic effect.

BastionCon wrote:Otrimi lowered his guard and left an opening for Hiyori to close in. Her blade was a flash of lightning across his exposed underbelly. He allowed the samurai to believe her skill was what landed the blow for now. He made sure to maneuver his spikes so that one scratched her just across her cleavage and left a hole in her suit. A deep bellow escaped his maw as he roared in fake pain, a deep gash hanging open several feet from head to tail.

Green blood sputtered from the wound as he threw himself up and smashed his back into the ground. His tail lay limp across the ground, the light from his eyes faded. Otrimi slowed all of his bodily functions to conceivably deceased levels. It's not as if a stopped heart had killed him in the millennia anyway. Now he had but to wait for Hiyori to approach. The Ever Playful monstrosity even rolled out his tongue for dramatic effect.

KA-BANG!!



She struck out with her blade across the creature's body with the lightning infused blade... and though something felt off, she ignored that for now, still alert as she held out her blade before her...



She felt cool air upon her exposed flesh, the fabric of her tunic and the highly customized bodysuit she wore was torn, exposing her cleavage from her run in with the tail. ...If that had gone any deeper it would have pierced my heart... She thought, while her mind then realized how sharp his spikes really were. She had been shot with arrows, the modern bullets and even been clawed by yokai... but it really took a lot to tear the fabric of her attire. She turned her eyes towards the creature... the green blood spilling from his wounds, the light from his eyes vanishing.

Still, something nagged at her from the back of her mind... She eyed the blood on her blade as she wiped the green fluid with her arm, and slinging the rest off with as swipe.


(OOC:...its not red, tottttaallly green if you don't see green you readers may need your eyes checked xD)

Hiyori smiled, in spite of herself, another duel concluded with her victory, her blade still radiating the purple volatile energy.



She looked over her shoulder at the creature, and... her smile began to falter. Something wasn't right... most enemies would still be convulsing from the shock of her lightning, the nerves would still be firing off, and the electricity would still be arcing through her target's body a little while after death. Something wasn't right at all.

She walked up to the creature, her breasts jiggling as she walked over, a squirt of green splashing her neck and descended, rolling through the opening and between her exposed cleavage. She stood before it, poking its underbelly with the tip of her blade. It didn't seem to move aside from her prodding. Squishy flesh, and a unique appearance that was like the cross between a cat and a lizard. It was an odd creature to say the least, and with a large maw filled with teeth to boot. "...Just to be sure." She says to her self ominously, raising the otachi, intent on severing the creature's head in her next blow!: