Investigation.... And People Watching [ Social | 8 | Team Black Rukh ]

“Tokoro your mother has made you a dress.” Tokoros father said with a pleased smile holding it out to her. Tokoro looked up from the herbs she was grinding and blinked gently taking the dress and smiled a bit.

“It looks beautiful.” She said softly.

“Now go put it on and go to the festival in Kina, we heard there may be some big players over there that are outsiders. We’d like to see what you may be able to spot and see!” He said with a bright smile, her eyebrow twitching.

“Why am I not surprised that this is why mom would go though the effort of making me a dress…?” She said, making her father chuckle.

“Don’t give such a look dear, it’s still a gift nonetheless!” He said cheerfully, making Tokoro sigh but nod.

“Fair enough.”

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Tokoro stood at the entrance of the festival and sighed again, she preferred more masculine clothes but for festivals it was more fitting for a dress she supposed. It was a nice dress… make for a mission or not. That and the mission was people watching so she couldn’t be too mad at that. She stretched a bit before walking in. She did sorta wish she could have practiced a bit more with her poisons before benign sent out though. She made her way inside to begin her people watching not minding how much or little she may stand out.

Eight was eager to explore the Kambutsu Festival. He had been working quite hard, and all the planning was taking a toll on him. All work and no play makes Eight a dull spider. Even the pleasures of claiming slaves had seemed tasteless to him, he just wanted some time to do nothing except do nothing. Especially when he had just formulated a master schedule of everything that needed to happen before he would have Kogata take over all of Kina, possibly being a wedge into the power of Kou. He had been practicing some spells, finally tapping into the potential of his bestial form, the ooze overlord.

Eight grew hungry and would try his own magic out in public, a skill reserved for magicians with staffs, he could use without the aid of such a conduit. Within his palm, he focused the magoi as it the air between his fingertips were a magic tool. A small, pudding of slime faded into existence, resting in his palm. Channeling an abundance of magoi into it. He had taken a bite of the fresh ooze, which left a hint of delight to him... Perhaps he would perform a show of his magics, a way to test his newest abilities. He had a new idea to teach himself a new ability, and he had the concept but he couldn't break past this sort of limit he had.

He had seen a young girl, just watching as people passed by and Eight had considered just starting his show for the girl.

Tokoro walked down the path looking about before pausing when she saw a likely outsider of the Kina people. She watched him discreetly hiding in plain sight amongst the crowds of people around her as she squinted her eyes at him. What was he- She silently gasped, shifting around to get a better view accidentally revealing herself as she watched the man make something without a staff. Her jaw dropped as her eyes grew wide. Seeing the small slime pudding form fully made her hold her cheeks and blush lightly, if her eyes could turn into hearts they would be by now as she saw the cute delectable treat. Oh, my, solomon…. Yes.

This was the greatest magic ever to be formed. To be conceived, to have achieved! This was truly the strongest form of magic ever to exist ever! Watching him bite into it with delight made her eyes tear up with joy and longingness. How did it taste? To bring such delight to someone? What was its consistency? Texture? Did it st in your mouth till chewed? Slowly melted away into pure creamy joy? Or more slimy gooey amazingness, like a jelly filled rice ball. Or a chocolate dumpling? What was its flavor? OOO yeah what was it? Was it something lime-like for its flavor or something less expected?! GAAAH SHE NEEDED TO KNOW!!!!!!

As if annotating an animated version of a painting form another land, Der Schrei der Natur’s The Scream of Nature, her body wiggled in the air as she held her cheeks with wide mind blown eyes and a dropped jaw. Blowing in the gusts of air that flowed off the metaphorical whirlwind of brilliance that was that ooze pudding before her. Glory to this man, Glory… to his pudding. She blinked though when she saw him staring at her and blushed lowering her hands and shifting to lean against a stands wall crossing her arms and looking off trying to pretend to be interested in the decorations of the stall to hide the fact that she was staring. She though peeked over again after a second.

Eight had the idea for an ability through the use of his innate slime magic that could work as his signature move, to form an army of spiders of slime to do his bidding, but he was still unsure in his magic ability. Something on this scale would take prep and effort, and more magoi than he was accustomed to. These other abilities, such as snack time, had come very easily to him, but to push past his limit he would need to take it to the next level. Eight gathered his magoi in his hands and tried to use a sort of image training to bring forth the slime spiders he wanted to create, but as the magoi traveled from his his chest through his arms and arriving at his finger tips, the slime spiders wouldn't be conjured, but the magoi had to be released. And with that, Eight would go to his Diving Bell. His fingers would simultaenously create little bubbles of slime, originating from his palms. The expanding spheres would eventually touch each other, but not yet merging until there was enough pressure from each of the bubbles that the 'popped' into each other and combined into a super bubble that surrounded the user, which could be used to protect him, but also be able to be used protect himself from poisons and for travelling underwater as well. The orb seemed to have enough room for more people, but now the passerbys were completely amazed and and entranced by his performance. He would take a deep breath and watch to see if the young girl was still focused on him before continuing his work.

Tokoro blinked as he started to form more bubbles in his hands only for them to merge all together engulfing him in a bubble of slime it seemed like the others around were also now interested in the man who seemed to be checking for her attention. She nodded to him though to say she was still watching, this was pretty interesting after all. The worker behinder her tapped her shoulder leaning forward with a smile. “Don’t see things like that in these parts everyday eh?” He said with a chuckle. She glanced over then looked back to the man.

“I wouldn’t know what I live in Kou.” She said simply making the man raise a brow.

“Really? You get that dress locally then? Looks like an authentic Kina festival one.” He said thoughtfully looking it over. “Well there are some imperfections but it definitely looks like Kina.” He said, making her blink and glance over again before looking back forward again. Her mother made her Kina styled Dress…? Why was that?

“Yeah… I was born and raised in Kou….” She said thoughtfully while watching the magic man in the distance.

Motivated by the audience, he was finally willing to work up to his spiderling. A swell of magoi came from his core down his arm and into his palm, creating a palm-sized orb in his hand with a sort of nucleus visible through the translucent gel. Tipping his hand over slightly, allowing the magical slime egg to spill out and crack against the floor, revealing a spider slime construct. The spiderling would behave as it had just freshly molted, extending its freshly exposed, squishy legs. However, Eight was eager to explore his own limitation with this construct. He noticed his audience engaging in a short conversation, dissuading him from his public antics. He would bow his head and wave, wondering if they would ever meet again.

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