Jikan [Character Job | Mai]

Job Desc:

… Having come this far, the mere smell of rotten fuel and spilled oil and gas wouldn’t stop the shaman from advancing. Motor City, the hotspot for industrial tinkering in Fiore, was a good distance away from his house in Magnolia Town, but he had given himself the time to prepare his equipment the second that he learned about Mai’s condition. It was worrying to know that she and Alex-nee had gone through that event with the strange time magic that had made his cousin give birth in what felt like an instant. However, that wasn’t the only strange condition made by the source of this trouble…

Mai… she had grown way too quick compared to the amount of days that had went since she moved in to his house. Nightmares of what could happen to her if it went too far forced him to act, in which he had told Mai to get her things ready for a journey. He was going to get this time mage to cure her of this… this curse once and for all. Upon their way, they obviously had no idea where the time mage was located, but being a well-experienced shaman, Mura could quickly find his way by asking random ghosts that passed the streets between Magnolia Town and the outer world and its vast variety of destinations. The only kind of time mage that they knew of was some guy who utilized his magic wherever he was, giving them the opportunity to remember his attributes and appearance. It sounded absurd, but no more did the shaman need to locate him in Motor City where the two was right now, having flown across the high mountains and valleys whilst letting Mai follow on a floating rock that functioned as a seat for her.

So this was the last place that the wandering ghosts had seen the time mage… when they arrived, some people thought that Mai was some kind of ‘royalty’, and they locked their eyes on the two types of Midian, the full-blooded and the little one, as Mura walked a few steps forward and looked around. “… Now that I think about it,” he spoke back to Mai, “This mage… I think that I saw a few requests wanting him jailed. The characteristics suited what I’ve heard by now.” He spoke in a well-mannered tone, because he was half-aware of Mai’s level of intelligence… half being a word that he would soon explain…

WC: 412/1000

It was so sudden - how her uncle suddenly dragged her out the door like that. Young - and young was no exaggeration - Mai Silverheart didn't even get to say a goodbye to her dear mother, or even ask where they were going. It was a sudden occurance, and before Mai knew it she was sitting on a floating rock, floating - or rather flying - through the town of Magnolia while her uncle spoke to the afterlife that hung about. Mai wasn't an experienced Omnyoji, and she could not see or communicate with ghosts other than those that were trapped in her three dolls. Those, however, were tied to her, so she still needed training to actually be able to do what her uncle can do. It fascinated her, how much she needed to improve, and gave Mai aspirations for the future.

Finally, they seemed to be on a good course, as the young mage and her uncle were set off towards Motor City, as that was apparently the last known place with him. As they flew over mountains and valleys, it was clear which city was Motor City. It was dark, with visible clouds of smoke and pollution above it which limited its sunlight. It was quite depressing, and Mai didn't want to stay here for any longer than she needed to, so she quickly hopped off the rock while dismissing those who thought she was royalty, and went over to listen to her uncle.

"Really? Then we'd be killing two birds with one stone by taking him down! Sorry I can't be of much help though, I don't even remember his face, and I probably won't be useful when you take 'em out."

Mai wasn't sure why her uncle even decided to take her with him. She was a beginner mage and he was far more experienced than him. Tactically, she held no advantage over the time mage, aside from possibly being a scapegoat of sorts. However, Mai knew that Mura would never use her as such, so why was she here?

347/1000

This place stank of fuel to the point where Mura barely smelled anything else, not even the obscure atmosphere that surrounded the troubled people around him. He looked back at Mai, hoping that she would be able to handle it; the situation didn’t appear to call for her help, though, but he had taken her with him in order to get her cured as soon as they found the guilty wizard. He didn’t know about how it would work, though, but all things considered, he would try his best to protect Mai from whatever was stored for them here…

“…” Hearing her words, he couldn’t but walk over to her and stroke her head a little, replying, “Then you just stand by and watch Oji-chan fix everything, okay..?” He gave her a soft smile, really beginning to feel like an uncle himself. How time just passed through in a moment… literally for someone like her. “Yeah, Mura won’t have any issues beating him, I guess,” another clone of his spoke from the place where the shaman stood before he walked over to Mai, most likely to everyone’s confusion. That clone had his katana unsheathed already as commotion was rising. The real Mura, the one who had walked over to Mai and patted her, turned around and watched people make space for a single person who walked across the street, wearing a sort of priest-like get-up with black and dark-purple nuances.

WC: 652/1000

Mai smiled with Mura stroked her head, feeling comforted around her uncle, just as she was comforted by her mother. She nodded when her uncle told her to just stand by and allow him to deal with the nuisance that was the mage that cursed her, but she couldn't help but hold one of her dolls - the Kejorō - in her hand, trying to summon it for protection just in case, but failing. Her magic strength was poor, and she couldn't even summon this basic one, however the Kejorō's spirit appeared, not in physical form, but still in shape.

"Poor child, can't even summon a basic beginner spell... Saaaaayyyyyyy~ 'Mura,' you look real nice today, have you gotten taller? Gotten a hair cut? Man, the things I would do if your neice actually accomplished the summon! How about I slide this hair asi-"

"U-U-UNCLE MURA! I THINK THAT'S HIM!!!"

While the Kejorō did have clothing on, her chest was entirely bare, covered only by her massive amount of hair. Mai had to jump in with her face as red as a tomato, to stop her from exposing herself, while also drawing attention to the time mage. As if on cue, the mage seemed to notice them, and quickly got into a readied position. He quickly threw a curse, eroding the ground beneath the two of them, and began to run like crazy.

WC: 582/1000

Mai had quickly pulled up one of her cute dolls after his assuring that he would deal with this on his own, and frankly, he was taken by surprise. However, given what he had learned her about his magic - one out of many things that he taught her back at home - he felt deeply that she must’ve listened very well and just wanted to show her uncle what she was capable of right now. Still holding a soft yet astonished look on his face, the shaman witnessed a rather half-liquid-like form of her summoning. Both he and Kyuken looked at it curiously, until some more characteristics came to view, one being the abnormal amount of hair that covered the voluptuous lady…

His eyes clearly expressed the shocked feelings that enveloped him when he realized that all the hair reminded him of an old, Midian legend… and if he was right, then this specific summon would surely cause trouble. Already as she spoke to him, his breath paused in shock by how and why Mai had ever found such an appealing spirit before; and please, the appeal had reached the level of nuisance, and he was in the middle of a task! How was he even able to fathom so much of her despite the obvious struggle that Mai had at manifesting its full form? “Ah..!” he let out with a face that asked everything to stop for a damn second, while Kyuken’s face expressed the exact opposite. “Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes..!!!” the over-excited ghost let out in carnage, but dear Mai was quick on putting a stop to this nonsense as she jumped into the picture. Mura was sweating a little in both fright and embarrassment, but he soon fathomed what Mai just said as the time mage was right around the corner. Just as Mura had gotten his eyes on that fool, the ground beneath the both of them began to erode, which caught him by surprise. He swiftly clapped his hands together, causing the eroding ground to catch them both up in the air and pull them forward gently. “Hang in there, you two..!” he warned both Mai and her summon as they approached the time mage who thought that he could outrun him. Luckily, the other clone of Mura quickly tackled him mid-running and caused the wizard to flip down in shock.

“H-Hey! You’re the one who tried to curse my cousin and adorable niece, right?!” he roared seriously towards the exposed mage, “Listen, you! Lift the curse and leave her life alone..!”

WC: 1077

The mage's plan hadn't worked out exactly as he planned, so he quickly was tackled, and sent sprawling to his defeat down to the ground. As Mura had asked the question, the mage seemed to have no idea what he was talking about, even taking a look at Mai once or twice and still not getting the question.

"Hey, bub, ya got me. You're gonna send me to prison, yada yada yada, I know the whole process, but uh - I have no idea who the hell that is, sorry. I've cursed so many kids that that face doesn't ring a bell. So uh let's get this over with, can we? I don't like children, as you could probably tell, or those that pretend to be heroes."

The kejōrō stepped forward, and pushed the clone of Mura off of the time mage, and beckoned him to stand up. He promptly did as he was asked, as the time mage seemed infatuated with a robust woman like the yōkai.

"Well, I may hate wannabe heroes, but if a lovely heroine such as yourself is coming to the rescue, I'll surely come with you."

"Of course, honey. How about you remove that curse from my master, then we can 'have some fun,' honey~."

The yōkai wrapped her arms around the man, and gave him a swift kiss on the neck, which prompted a bright red blush to come from his face. The man swiftly lifted his hand, and chanted a few lines, and the brand on Mai's nefk was removed.

"Thanks, hon'... Now for the 'fun' I promised... Like what ya see?"

The hair covering her chest was floating in the air, and the mage's eyes nearly popped out of his head. However, his surge of lust was quickly doused, as the hair wrapped all around his body and rapidly sliced every ounce of skin it could find, with the added benefit of binding the man in place. There was the obvious drawback, as the summon turned herself around.

"How poetic~ Little ol' Mai successfully summons completely fine out of the anger of realizing she wasn't the first victim of this scum's tricks. Ain't that right, Mura?"

The yōkai was right with what she said, but the young onmyōji was more focused on something than her anger at the time mage. Or rather... SomethingS...

"H-H-HAVE SOME DECENCY, KEJŌRŌ!!!!!"

The summoner began frantically pushing her uncle in the opposite direction, before the yōkai could try any more tricks on the shaman.

WC: 1003/1000

Well… wasn’t this cliché. This guy reminded the shaman of a certain Coming Storm back in the day, and that alone annoyed him to the point where veins could be seen. “Just be quiet and-“ he was about to respond, but the daring kenjōrō decided to take action and help out a troubled Mura in the time of need.

Her way of doing it was efficient, nonetheless; seducing the seemingly tired time mage into cooperating, instead of hearing him complain about heroes when he caused trouble in public and asked for it like that. It was a highly erotic situation, though, and Kyuken couldn’t keep himself too far away from her, but Mura was doing his best in holding back the fun-seeking ball of aura. However, their eyes turned over to Mai as the brand that indicated the curse’s effect on Mai dissolved into the air. Widening his eyes, the Onmyōji almost charged back to hug her in joy, but the kejōrō wasn’t done yet; out of nowhere, she flashed her chest area to the time mage whose eyes escaped the caves inside his skull by the mere view. Despite being behind her, they couldn’t but fathom the imagination that was enough to cause a heatstroke on both Mura’s and Kyuken’s faces; the shaman was embarrassed to the point of considering a blackout, while the samurai ghost wanted more. He faintly felt Mai protest and push him away from the dangerous yōkai, while he spoke:

“… I wonder where you found that spirit…”

WC: 1330