Useless [Jishiita; open to Hellion beings only]

[Uesugi Yomi]

Here was was, lying down, staring up at the sky like she'd had no choice but to do for a the past few weeks. She was damaged beyond belief. She can't remember the last time that she had been taken apart this badly. She would not make excuses for herself; she knew why she was in this predicament--because she was still weak. She was still in a lesser state than her previous body had been. She had trained and she knew how to fight. She could carry her weapons and wield them with expertise. She was agile. She could move quickly with both her body and her weapons. She'd spent a considerable amount of time training her body to once again be immune to her various poisons. That was a great improvement as it meant that she could resume on her experiments.

However, her body's endurance...it wasn't enough. That Dragon had almost ripped her to shreds. Had she suffered any more damage she would be dead again. Not that dying was that bad, so long as it was done quickly, like her last life. Tomo's strike had been true. And she had been glad for it. No pain. No agony. Just death. Rest.

But she was in pain now. She attempted to shrug it off, but that was difficult. Despite her condition, however, she would not complain. She was getting care from both Avalon--Tomoyo's personal assistant and healer--and Jiishita's own doctors. She had offered to pay them, but they declined and she was in condition to debate that decision.

She hated being alone. It gave her far too much time to think. She didn't like being alone with her thoughts. That's why she was always busy. Always working, always performing some experiment. If she was focused on something else, she wouldn't have to worry about her thoughts catching up with her. Her thoughts always went back to Seki, and goddamn it, she was tired of thinking about him, of her decisions. His decisions. She shook her head. She could feel the emotions creeping up on her already. They always followed the thoughts. She didn't want them. She wished her feelings could kiss her ass, because she couldn't give less than an eighth of a fuck about them. She would be better off without them.

She tried to toss, and a wave of pain rushed over her. She gritted her teeth and bared it. The pain would keep her mind off of Seki. Off of her life. What she had done with it. What she was doing with it. Where had the time gone? She was millennia old and she was still alone. Still bitter. Still angry.

"God. Fucking. Dammit." She gritted, tears forming from the agony she felt as she struggled to roll over, her abdomen's pain not enough to keep the thoughts away. "FUCK!" she yelled. "Someone fucking get me out of here!"

She hated being alone. There needed to be another person in this room. She knew herself. She couldn't fight off her own thoughts.

[Takaishi Jiishita]

Jiishita heard some yelling coming from the back of the hall, where they were keeping Yomi. She had protested weakly about being put in a room by herself, and so her bed was put in the back of the hall leading to the guestrooms in the palace. She was still moved to a room when she was being treated or anything like that. Her wounds were so grave that they would have grossed some people out.

He wasn't particularly busy at the moment; he had just interviewed some applicants to help him complete the incoming paperwork to the palace. This wasn't a job that anyone could do alone. Getting over to where her bed was, he immediately shook her gently. "You stop all that yelling! I'm letting you stay here as a courtesy. Don't make me shut you up in a room. Now what in the name of Suzaku is wrong with you?"

[Uesugi Yomi]

Yomi's body had already begun to break out into a cold sweat for all of her movements. She wasn't sure what exactly she was going to ask for. Clearly, she needed someone to remain with her, but she wasn't going to ask the King of the layer to do so.

"I need to ask you," she said, her body shaking as she tried to maneuver back into her previous position, "do you have a servant, or something? Someone who can stay here with me? That or--or can you put me under for another week or so until I heal enough to walk? That would be helpful. Really helpful. Exponentially helpful." She was tired, and she wanted to sleep, even if it was unnecessary. She wanted her thoughts to go away.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

[you said open so I'm stepping in]

Arashi had spent what felt like forever in the recesses of the draconic realm. The time passed gracefully, and he gained a lot in his time away. Arashi had been a fallen for such a short time, and now he was just barely hanging on to the wings of a Djinn. He was choirless as far as his powers were concerned, he no longer had the cast by will ability he once had, though due to his particularly odd set of circumstances he had kept much of his ability, on a much smaller and controlled level. Ranmyaku was now more of a medicine to his body then a danger, as his entire life was fueled by her chaos in his veins. He was not the same, not at all, he was no celestial, he was of the demon race of lillum. His loss of celestial power had reverted his body to that which he was born with, the feline ears and cat eyes glowed delightfully. His fingers were clawed and he had a much less human smile.

Arashi knew his appearance now, and accepted it as a blessing. His change was odd, not as the common choirless, more of a race change for him. He was as it stood, truly the only male lillite, he'd even picked up the annoying habit of doing things for people before thinking to answer. The power in him had simmered off, the enormous uncontrollable force of chaos he once fought to control had left him, only the residue remained. It wasn't unlikely that he be mistaken for a youkai or lillite by the celestial around him, until he was spotted. Arashi wore dark, heavy garments in case his head was still highlighted. He wasn't sure how quickly he would be recognized after his new changes, but he wanted no trouble. Arashi was way more interested in to cause a slight panic.

Arashi had found that in this realm it was far less likely to find a talkative drunk to suck information from. Though, Arashi didn't have a hard time figuring out where he could cause a few issues. He didn't know this king, he only knew a few hellions in the first place, but he felt it would be easy to play here for a while and learn the state of things since he left. He simply went to the front gate of the building he assumed was the castle and knocked. He looked different enough for anyone who didn't know him to mistake him. And if you weren't looking for the wanted criminal then you probably wouldn't look twice.

You're weakness is so convenient.

Can't you stop teasing me, I'm not weak, even now I'm more competent then the average bear.

You mean cat right

Ranmyaku teased him silently as she walked beside him in simple jeans and a tee shirt. Her eyes serpentine and her body void of the feline attributes that had been pushed upon her form before. She had a more sultry appearance without the limitations of Arashi's magic on her.

[Takaishi Jiishita]

"I don't have people to spare left and right just for your convenience," Jiishita said, pouting in a sort of facetious way. "I've been newly made King. I've got no history with these people; no common background or similarities. They know of the stories of me--the old, old stories--of my defiance of the Shijin. And those are only the old ones. The stories and Sanada Tomoyo's word are the cornerstones of my crown. That's worthless. Nothing. I'm no Yamazaki Rei, and because of that I've got to work to keep things together. To prove that I'm worthy of leading these people. I want them to know that I care for their well-being and that's why I'm here. And that's definitely not going to happen by pulling personnel from the halls to make them do something that they weren't meant to do." Jiishita sighed. "I don't know what's eating you, but I'll see what I can do about that sleep-induced healing. Maybe Avalon can do it." He turned and began to walk away, and hissed under his breath, "Seems like someone regrets a few things..."