RP:A Shaman Prepares

Summary: Kumori prepares for what could be, in all likelihood, the hardest fight of his life. As he spends the evening readying himself for his duel against Eboric, he catches up with Nowfaleena.

Characters: Kumorohyou, Nowfaleena.

Location: Kelay Tavern.

Kumorohyou said to Nowfaleena, "Good evening."

Nowfaleena said to Kumorohyou, "Hello, Kumori."

Kumorohyou can be seen applying what appears to be some sort of syringe to the left arm of his exoskeleton, carefully injecting it with the contents as he sits near the fireplace, as if this were a regular chore. Other than that, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the exotic shaman. "How have you been?"

Nowfaleena offered a small shrug, watching him curiously as he injected the exoskeleton, "Alright, I suppose, and yourself?"

Kumorohyou removes the syringe after emptying the metallic-looking substance from it, responding, "Just preparing for my hardest fight."

Nowfaleena frowned slightly at the mention of fighting. It wasn't something she did often herself, despite calling herself a bounty hunter. The caracal was of the opinion battles were best avoided unless necessary, "Who are you fighting?"

Kumorohyou moves his left shoulder and arm in a circular motion, the movement encouraging his living armor to circulate its newly-received contents and store them in the myriad of storage vessels and vacuoles laced through its form. The shaman calmly speaks one word, "Eboric."

Nowfaleena frowned more deeply, "I hear he is strong." She remarked, ears twitching slightly.

Kumorohyou nods, looking up at Nowfaleena, "One of the strongest I have seen. But everything has a weakness." Word had been circulating that Eboric was a werebear, and just about every were-anything had a common vulnerability. If the panther knows of a weakness that he can exploit, you could be sure that he was going to exploit the hell out of it.

Nowfaleena gave a small nod, "I suppose...are you fighting to try to join his band?"

Kumorohyou shakes his head, "No. I am fighting him so he will leave my clan alone. He has threatened those I have sworn to protect."

Nowfaleena nodded again. If that was the reason for fighting, then it was a good one, "Good luck to you, Kumori."

Kumorohyou smiles to the caracal feline, his exotic face returning to inspect his armor Timeless Chorus, "Thank you, Nowfaleena."

Nowfaleena offers a faint smile of her own. She wasn't sure what else to say at this point.

Kumorohyou finishes his once-over of the strange chitinous exoskeleton that covers his entire form, his massive Spirit permeating the air with a relative calm. Upon further inspection, just beneath the dull, translucent surface, one might notice faint, chromic lines running along the armor now, the silver particulate matter having evenly distributed. Looking back to Nowfaleena, Kumori asks, "How has your day been?"

Nowfaleena let her luminescent gaze linger upon the armor, "Its been good. The cubs are at home asleep, but I spent much of the day at home with them.

Kumorohyou nods in understanding, "Hai. Caring for children is not for the faint of heart."

Nowfaleena gave a soft laugh, "Yes, especially a boy like Strend Jr. He's constantly arguing with me..." A soft sigh slipped past her lips, "But I do love them both..."

Kumorohyou smiles at Nowfaleena's response. He had helped take care of children when he was in Jangal. Awne and her twin lion cubs were also like family to him. They saw him as their non-related uncle.

Nowfaleena cast a worried look toward Kumori, "You promise to be safe...don't take any risks that can be avoided during your fight."

Kumorohyou said to Nowfaleena, "I cannot promise safety. I can promise survival, though. I will live, no matter the outcome."