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Misa	To call this anything but a calm, relaxed afternoon would be a misnomer- for now. The sky is clear, the wind is brisk but acceptable, and the sun is strong to help counteract it. Misa sits outside the small building that is her dojo, being... decidedly conspicuous. About as conspicuous as one can be, really- she stands at the edge of the adjoining forest, and a glowing blade flies between the branches at remarkable speed. A brilliant mix of violet and pink, the gently curved blade seems to be made of solid dawnlight, dancing between potential obstacles nimbly as the woman herself guides with a hand and her eyes.
Tiziri	A chirping sound presages a falcon seeming to leap out of the trees as that blade flies around, and it flutters about a bit in the sky before going to the other side and... diving down towards the ground in an almost suicidal looking stoop. Then again, that changes as suddenly it shifts near the ground and a young woman with blue hair and a spear draped over her shoulders in a lazy fashion appears. A lazy looking smile on her face and her eyes half lidded. "Interesting." Comes forth the possibly familiar voice.
Misa	A shift of Misa's eyes as Tiziri lands, and she glances over a moment later with her entire head. She reaches out her left hand- dominant, as one might recall- and the curved magical blade comes flying back to her. In a single smooth motion, she grasps the hilt, driving the point of the blade into her partially-opened right hand as though there were a scabbard there. The blade half-dissipates as it is 'sheathed', becoming a swirl of sharp-looking pink and violet swirls around her right forearm. There's no real mistaking that the blade is still there in potentia. "Good afternoon, Tiziri," she says quietly, as though this were entirely normal. "I do beg your pardon- a recent development, and one worth putting considerable time into practicing."
Tiziri	"Oh. New tricks are fun." Tiziri says, smiling in her weirdly, almost feral way. Almost like she has a secret or something too. But nothing said to elucidate it either. "I'm working on some myself. Though not precisely things I can openly practice. Even among our kind." she giggles with an uplilting tone. "Honestly I am due to go back to my Shahan-ya soon, and to consult a pretty ancient tome to really attempt to finish it. I hope she will not be disappointed. Luna and Sun know I have sent her more than enough intel about a lot of worrisome issues here." She pauses a moment, and almost flippantly waves her hand. "And none of it involving you, before you ask. No, other things. Like those chosen by Hell, or someone else I know who has... trod some darker paths to power as well. So yes, a typical day."
Misa	"It could be argued I ought not be practicing this here, even, given how often people seem to stop by as I am doingsuch things," Misa says with some amusement- lightheartedly so, but still. "Well, I could stand to test my abilities at some point, so if you require a more combative assist... feel free to ask, I suppose," she muses, head tilting a little as she considers. "Chosen of Hell is a new one for me, which is odd, given my predilection for the lore of the demonic."
Tiziri	"Oh, yes. They're about." Tiziri says with a wide eyed, rather serious nod. "I'd suggest speaking to Fudou about them if you'd like to know a lot more. He's the one that's been more... intimately involved with them. At least in terms of fighting one. I only hear what he's said, and a few others I trust have mentioned it too." She pauses a moment. "I worry I might be the only one who truly sees the problem, for your kind and mine." She says more seriously, almost poutingly in a way./
Misa	"I confess, I am a single-minded woman. I have... specific things I worry about, and then focus on my own development. If I seem aloof... well, I suppose I am. It is not intended to be dismissive," Misa explains, head shaking a little as her arms cross. As her right arm moves there are momentary phantom sights of the dissipated blade as though she were holding the nonexistent scabbard. "But, well. Demons are not always the most concerning thing in Creation. And my experience of late has taught me that Chosen perhaps have more personal will than I was raised to believe. Perhaps this is not yet cause to move to high alert."
Tiziri	"It isn't them I worry about." Tiziri says, "So much as I worry about what they represent, and how much attention they could draw. things that could cause us problems. We know we're not anathema. They? Are almost exactly what the Immaculates warn of. That is dangerous. That could draw attention here that will find us as well, and then things get awkward. Then we have to deal with Wyld Hunts. the Rulers of Great Forks have to deal with other problems. It gets complicated."
Misa	"Creation is always complex," returns Misa, head leaning back just a little as she considers further. "The realm is in shambles and Lookshy is stretched thin. It could be, if one considers, that a concerted wyld hunt of that scale coming here and potentially failing may well be the beginnings of that particular nest beginning to come apart. Not to boast overmuch, but I suspect I could personally see to the full complement of mortal monks that would come without especial fuss."
Tiziri	Tiziri giggles in an almost unhinged way, one that has no small element of mourful to it as well. "I could too. I know this. Because I have. I have fought Wyld Hunts before. You know my style, I am very, very good at fighting forces like that." She says somberly. "And my Martial Arts are only the tip of that weapon. I have other tricks to deal with them." a pause, "It is the fact I have to fight, and hurt, or kill them at all I dislike. It is a waste. Also something that may force me or others to relocate. Or to start a whole new war when things like whatever is in Thorns or the Shadowlands threaten us as well."
Misa	"Ah, the Mask. Seems content where he is, for the moment. Also might be an interesting challenge, should the time come- and I do believe it may be somewhat less... guilt-inducing for you, given the nature of his armies," Misa suggests, shrugging slightly. "So let me ask, then, for my edification- should matters come to such blows, would you eliminate these chosen to avoid the Hunt? With the thought in mind that I, at least, did not choose to be chosen."
Tiziri	Tiziri looks rather soberly at Misa as she thinks about this. Then says, "Nothing comes easy. I retort, would you kill one to save 10? 100? That is my point. That is part of what we, chosen as we are, must all grapple with. Nothing is easy. Victory won't come cleanly, it won't be pretty. It is best to hope we don't need to choose. Fudou seems to believe it is something like that. I worry he is being played. What if They are manipulating things?" A pause and a deep breath as she looks up towards the sky. "Ultimately? I plan. I'd rather prepare for the worst and hope for the best than expect the best and find things getting bad."
Misa	"I have and will kill people for less than that much, truth be told," answers Misa matter-of-factly. Not even really provocative in tone, so much as exploring Tiziri's opinion for her awareness. "WHo is this person he is treating with? You have me admittedly curious, now. Perhaps I ought to meet them. If naught else, it should certainly be an interesting experience."
Tiziri	Ardent Vagbond nods to the bit about killing, understandingly. Befofe she goes on, "That is a question for Fudou to answer. I can only say he speaks of her as a Giantess. Which given this is Fudou speaking..." Tiziri grins widely, giggling a bit. "Well, you get my point. He fought her too. Apparently he won. Though it may have been friendly. This is why it worries me more, because she's agreed to take him into Malfeas to seek out something from Isidros." She seems more than a bit unsettled by this. "It is one thing to traffic, another to... I worry for him. Even ignoring the risk of traveling to Malfeas. I worry about seeking a boon like that. Especially without trustworthy allies and one who could call on ancient pacts to keep him safe."
Misa	"From what I understand, he would be hard to put down while there. A dangerous place, but he is a dangerous- and hardy- man. Knowing a few more things about the demons of the place may not harm his chances, however. I do know a fair bit, personally. Could, potentially, be an interesting journey."
Tiziri	Tiziri grins. "Interesting is definitely an understatement." She agrees, nodding. "There is a lot to be seen there, for sure. With the right people, I might be interested too. Just to say I've been there." She grins toothily. "But yes, I'd advise talking to him. You may find the sort of adventure to truly test your skills that you've been looking for then." She looks up to the sky again. "If you know others who might be interested, let them know as well. A small, but potent group may be ideal, just in case there's any special chicanery at play."
Misa	"The irony being that often I think it would be more interesting, challenging, and... well, not to quote my own mentor, but a worthy sort of risk with fewer," says Misa with a wry smirk. "But, fair enough, perhaps I will speak to the man when I next see him. He is, after all, difficult to miss." She uncrosses her arms, looking back into the woods for a moment. "Though, knowing your sort, I now somewhat expect him to grow out of a mouse as we speak."
Tiziri	Tiziri starts to laugh quite mirthfully at that. "Now that? Even I would be surprised at. Just a gut feeling. I can't say I know him well enough to know if he could. Indeed, it is even likely." She notes in a tone so sagely as to sound almost deadbeat. "But if so? It would certainly make things a little easier, right?" She inquires, her head tilting to the side, definitely far enough to seem weird, and giving an almost avian air to it. "Fudou? Are you here?" She calls out, looking around. Then after a moment or two shrugs.
Misa	"I make no claim to know what the limits for a given one of your kind might be," Misa says frankly, head shaking. "Though I was speaking more in jest. It is, still, quite the remarkable feat to me, even given whom I associated with after taking the second breath. This sort of... spiritual blade is about as 'strange' as my abilities come. That and the martial art I wield it with." She waves the arm with the glow about it for emphasis. "Most times it seems I simply do the things I did... better. Faster."
Tiziri	Tiziri shrugs again. "Truth be told. My kind? Is as diverse as any. Fudou is as different from me as I can imagine." She giggles. "Just look at me. I'm barely larger than his arm. Yet all the same, I have my own tricks. Just as my Shahan-ya is as different from her former lover as can be. Just as I am quite different from others of my kind like Rishi. It truly is wondrous. We all have our tricks. I imagine your kind is the same - or even know, as I can't imagine you being too similar to Raullaur. If we were similar, we would hardly be good champions, yes?" She asks. "We find what we do. What we can. Our uniqueness makes us strong."
Misa	"You choose two warrior-minded people with a predilection for types of swords for that comparison?" says Misa wryly, sliding clean past the other elements of her and the lionman's respective aptitudes. "I do harbour some jealousy over the talent of flight, all the same. But then, if my suspicions are correct... that may not remain beyond my grasp forever," she muses, glancing at that glowing arm once more.
Tiziri	"Interestingly, Fudou shares that jealousy." Tiziri notes conversationally. "Which is to show how different even those who might share things are. Just as Raullaur and you. That comparison was not without thought. I may not have danced with him like we did, but I certainly see differences all the same." She looks at that glowing arm, thoughtfully. "But flight? If there is one thing both our kind are very good at? It's finding an answer to the impossible. So I imagine you are right, and it shall be wondrous to behold."
Misa	A faint smirk from Misa, and she glances over at Tiziri a moment. "Well, you have determined who my benefactor is. I suspect you can guess at the rest." At Tiziri's glance, she flicks her right hand out, the blade re-forming and flying out hilt-first, as though flicked from a scabbard. It whirls in the air for a moment. "I would be impressed if he did not have the ability- from what I know of how the process works, I could not see myself passing on the notion, were I in your position."
Tiziri	Ardent Vagabond watches the blade fly around with curiosity. "To learn to fly still means going through a special process that is never easy. Especially if one can not fly already. I had it easier, because my spirit calls to the winds. His? I do not know. Only that he's said he wishes he could fly." Tiziri explains. "It is possible his own experience has kept him more grounded. Yet that is not weakness. I know I fear him a bit." She shrugs. "At least in the... I'd fear to fight him definition. Fortunately, I am more certain he is an ally, and one I am glad to have." She takes a deep breath. "Either way. Good luck when you speak with him. I fear I must be going soon, I have a meeting far away, and even flight may take some time to get there."
Misa	"Of course- do not let me keep you," says Misa simply, offering a slight bow of her head. "And well- while I am a confident fighter, he might actually survive my opening strikes in a serious battle, unlike most, which is not to be taken lightly. It is a wise thing, to be cautious of his abilities."
Tiziri	Tiziri offers a warriors bow in return. Weapon holding her spear in one closed hand and her open palm meeting that fist. "Ihope when I discover what he can truly do? It shall be while fighting alongside him, not against." Tiziri agrees. "But if it is against? Well, as you say. Nothing should be taken lightly. After all, we all have our tricks." She grins, "I wish you well." And she starts to shift back into that falcon shape as she leaps up, and her wings begin to flap and she climbs into the air, heading off towards the East.