clevercommandernazrin started following you
"I’ve had my fair share of annoying mice, but never had to deal with a mutant rat. Come here to raid my pantry, or do you have something against me?"
Another person who uses subordinates in tactical warfare? If the two didn’t have matching egos, they could have become friends. Discussing enemy line bypasses and doll/mice formations over a cup of milk tea and cheesecakes. Hey, on second thought, Alice might actually have a reason not to be rude today.
"I see that my presence is not wanted here. I will take my leave, then. I apologize for accidentally coming near your abode without your permission." And with that, Nazrin turned on her heel and left the area around Alice’s house, headed for more accepting places than this.
"My…it seems I may have to silence some problems. How annoying."
"I… I can’t help it, " Orin admitted after a few more moments of heavy breathing. For now, she just brought her knees to her chest, relaxing as much as she really could. "I’m not used to these instincts like you are, and the scent of tiger is everywhere… I don’t even know how you deal with it." Of course, she was calming down rather more quickly than expected, but it still took a while.
"No more than a day… I think I can get through that just fine," she nodded, relaxing some more now that she actually saw a way out of this. "Just spend the day meditating, I suppose. I could probably use it anyway, right?" Both for her lack of real religious conviction and to help calm down her instincts, of course. "Jeez… I’ll have to get Nue back for this somehow. I mean, the overall effects didn’t turn out that bad, but what if they had?"
"I understand, the feelings can be hard to bear. However, you must work at making sure that you control your emotions rather than the other way around. Once you have mastered that, life as…prey is quite easy." There was a rather obvious look of disgust on her face as she called herself prey, but Nazrin continued nonetheless, "Still, I will not deny that my skills provide me some comfort. Prey or not, knowing that I can easily dispatch most attackers provides me some comfort."
At Orin’s decision to try and “get back” at Nue for something she hadn’t done though, Nazrin rolled her eyes and gave Orin another chop to the head. “Retribution will only lead to retribution. Leave Nue alone, lest you incite her to do something that is actually damaging. Despite being a nuisance, she does generally attempt to avoid lasting injury, so it is likely that she knew the effects before she gave the drug to you.”
Did Nue’s mind register Nazrin’s demands? Yes, no, and maybe would all be simultaneously correct answers. Understanding the gestalt mind of a creature with many is no easy task. Each single thought is it’s self a conversation among them. The most obvious metaphor is to liken it to a grand debate hall; only that metaphor fails to account for how each of the many voices would be heard in perfect clarity by all the others. The system only works because the minds in question are decidedly inhuman. Today however, that was not enough, the minds and their mental voices were at war in the chimera’s head. Even so, a rough consensus was being worked out.
Then Nazrin’s tail struck. Nue stared at Nazrin dumfounded for several seconds, face blank. Eventually she would lunge forward at the other mouse trying to pin Nazrin,
"What. Did. You. Do?"
Unfortunately for Nue, grabbing the half sleeping mouse was probably the worst idea one could have in their lifetime. While the was, in fact, pinned to the bed, Nue might notice that a slim but very sharp knife was now at her throat, held in the hand that had been on Nazrin’s far side, and that Nazrin’s eyes were now completely open and alert. “Do. Not. Touch me. If you want an explanation, you will release me now, otherwise I will end your complaints along with your life, and return to bed, covered in blood or not.” Nazrin’s voice was deadly serious now, obviously showing her displeasure at being rudely awoken by Nue, and was willing to kill to get back to sleep.
The body was rather easy to adapt to, fortunately. Orin already had sensitive animal ears, if in a different shape, and the tail wasn’t that different, though it still acted like a cat’s tail if Nazrin watched closely enough. She was still hyperventilating, of course, which considering that cats already breathe quickly, was saying a lot. Nazrin’s words struck a chord in her, though, one that got her expression into a rather frustrated and annoyed one immediately.
"Nue… yeah, this had to be her doing. Why the hell she’d even do that, I dunno, but this has to be her." Congratulations, Nazrin, your implication worked perfectly. "Anyway… obviously I can’t go out like this, and I definitely can’t go to Chireiden like this. No, no way. Not happening. Guess I just have to wait it out or something." She fell back on the bed, her tail flicking to the side, the tip twitching like an angry cat’s tail. "This damn thing better be temporary… oh hell, what if it isn’t? Oh, hell!"
"You act as though Nue needs a reason to do things, Orin. Sometimes she simply does things for the simple reason that she is bored, and felt the need to alleviate it." Another mental apology to Nue, even if this would be considered extremely tame by her standards.
"First though, calm down. If you continue breathing at that speed, you are going to hurt yourself. Second, given the speed of the transformation, I would judge that what caused it would be one of Doctor Yagokoro’s potions. Rumors abound of her having one that turns the drinker into a tengu, among others. It is not a stretch to assume that one could be made for a mouse youkai as well, and the potion tends to only last for a short time. No more than a day or so at most." Really closer to 12 hours, given that it was only a half dose, but Orin didn’t need to know that.
The chop to Orin’s head was a rude awakening. It brought both hands to her head, of course, but Orin still took a while to even start to calm herself down, and she was still breathing heavily when she finally began to speak again. “I dunno what to do, this hasn’t happened before, you have to help me Naz, you have to!” Okay, not quite calmed down.
She did sit, eventually, down on her knees on the bed, still cradling her head. Not that Nazrin had hit it particularly hard, but more that Orin was frightened still, the rush of prey emotions something she was completely unsuited to. “I dunno what to do… how did this even happen to me? I mean, you know everything that goes on around here, you should know, right?” A slight hint of suspicion, there, but Orin was far too trusting to really suspect her yet.
"I should hope that it hasn’t happened to you before. A history of becoming a mouse youkai would be a strange thing for a kasha." A small joke, though quite a bit of humor coming from Nazrin. Hopefully that would take the edge off things. "As it stands, I will do my best to help you, though I am unsure what I can do."
As Orin sat on the bed though, Nazrin couldn’t help but quietly analyze her. Instincts or no, Orin was adapting to the body quickly, even if the senses were overwhelming her. “I know most of what goes on. I cannot know what lies in the minds of others, though, and though I hate to admit it, Nue’s illusions can fool me if they are subtle enough.” A minor implication of the resident trickster. She’d have to do something nice for Nue later as a silent apology.
For some reason or another, Orin wasn’t really suspecting Nazrin at all quite yet. Perhaps it was the shock, though. The shift to prey caused her to usher Nazrin, now her fellow mouse, quickly inside before slamming the door shut, pointing with shaking finger at the mirror in her room.
"M-m-mouse!" Orin pointed out, all she could quite say for the moment. "N-Nazrin, I’ve, I’ve lost my catness! W-what should I… oh hell, oh gods, oh hell!” The door didn’t have a lock, something Orin was painfully aware of now. “I can’t go out like this! Hide me!” Yup, in Orin’s mind, Nazrin wasn’t the one who’d gotten her into this, she was the one she was hoping could get out of it.
Nazrin’s face remained passive as Orin continued to panic, looking the former cat over as she did. She had to admit, it was strange to see her with the features of a mouse, rather than a kasha. The doctor did good, if somewhat frightening, work. Still, panic wouldn’t help Orin at this point, nor would it help Nazrin’s observations.
Placing the tray and tea to the side, Nazrin walked up to Orin, and delivered a sharp chop to the top of her head, right between her large, newly present mouse ears. “Stop. Panicking. I am sure the sensations you are feeling are quite overwhelming, but get ahold of yourself, and sit. Focus on me, and not on the door.”
Well, that was very interesting. Orin could smell Nazrin, of course, but that was normal. In the temple, she could usually smell just about all of its denizens. She looked around in both directions, trying to figure out just who might have left it for her, before finally shrugging. She had been meditating, after all, and perhaps whoever it was didn’t want to disturb her. So taking the serving tray in, Orin closed the door, leaned against the wall, and took several long drinks, gulping the liquid down almost all at once.
It was less than a minute later that she actually noticed a difference. Tiger. The all-too-familiar scent of Shou was suddenly foreign, as were most of the scents around her. But her scent was the only one that sent fear-chills down Orin’s spine. Making sure the door was closed, Orin took a moment to hyperventilate before looking around, finally looking into the mirror, where she saw probably one of the most shocking things in her life. In moments, her piercing scream could be heard through all the nearby area.
"What in hell happened!?"
Her initial reaction was about as drastic as Nazrin had expected, yes. She supposed she couldn’t outright blame Orin for not being prepared for a sudden shift into another species, especially from a predator to prey. She supposed now would be the best time to arrive, then.
Walking up to the door, a second tray with a cup of lukewarm tea sitting on it, Nazrin knocked on the door. “Orin, is everything alright? I heard you shout.” The tea would act as cover for the potion, given how similar the two looked. A lie here or there, and the whole thing would look like an accident, if it came up at all.
O clever commander, is there something that escapes you? Do you consider yourself more People smart or Book smart?
"If there are things that escape me, I do not know them. And considering my usual opinion of ‘people’, I happily consider myself more book smart, though I can usually take a good grasp of how a person will react to outside stimuli via observation."
"Three quick questions, two of which are related, the other just out of curiosity. Anyhow, Where does making a horrible racket to keep people awake at night fall morality wise, worse or better than arson I mean? Would you be annoyed if I dated your master? And do you know where I can buy flour in bulk?"
"Better than arson by virtue of not destroying property. If you tricked her into dating you I would torture you to death, otherwise she is a grown woman and it is your choice. And probably the human village."