log; incomplete

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When; During the arena battles. ♥
Rating; PG-13, probably thanks to Tasuki's potty mouth.
Characters; Tasuki [mrscaryface]; Uruki [un_fated]
Summary; Two Celestial Warriors battle it out. Apologies to Uruki-mun for being unforgivably late with this.
Log;

Over the past months, Tasuki's built up a certain level of tolerance, for City curses. Most of the time, it seemed that the deities enjoyed leaving Tasuki with his mental faculties, perhaps as an added measure to make sure that the humiliation of being turned back into a kid or into some strange animal really sunk in. But even if Tasuki would have preferred never remembering, never knowing the stupid things he was about to do, there was a certain comfort in being self-aware, in then being able to turn away and keep away from those who he might hurt while cursed. Or, well, people who he would rather die than display a furry little tush in front of. Either way, it worked out.

This was the first time, however, in which the City was actively changing him, the blood in his veins rushing and pumping and Tasuki could feel it overwhelm him as his knuckles turned white, gripping his tessen. Well, fuck. He was in an unfamiliar venue as well, the stadium walls high and the crowds loud and-- was this an exhibition sport?

And he was anchored to the ground, feet refusing to leave the dirt.

He hoped whoever else was in the ring would be sturdy enough to put up with this shit.

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And some of the Genbu warriors, Tasuki remembered, had the powers of ice and water, and what else reminded him of the North but bitter winds and barren dessert? So it wasn't by any means a surprise when Uruki flew off somewhere, fairly quickly, although he saw very little through that small whirlwind. In laying his pieces on the table, at least, he got to have a glimpse of Uruki's as well.

Well, this was good. Very good, rather--because if fire had an advantage over ice, in melting it until the only sheen was from the light bouncing off the puddle, air provided him with an even greater advantage, objectively. Air provided him with something to feed his fire, and moreover to spread it, and Tasuki could only think that it was a pity that the two of them weren't surrounded by forest at that very moment, otherwise that amount of wind enough would've been able to start a conflageration.

Hrm.

"Nicely done," Tasuki called out teasingly.

Sorry for the late post . . .

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Damn it. Rimudo caught his breath quietly, mind flashing over the situation. Not just one gift, apparently, but two . . . It did make things far harder to work with. Likely there was going to be no way out of this -- at least not as he was now. There wasn't any help for it . . . though with the curse singing in his blood and Tasuki taunting him from his long-range stance, the choice was all the easier.

The person who glanced back up to Tasuki was decidedly different. Still with Rimudo's long, tied hair, still in Rimudo's clothing . . . but the young man seemed to have lost some inches in height, his clothing loose about his frame and tight in places where it shouldn't have been tight. The face that rose to Tasuki was decidedly feminine . . . and smirking.

"I thought you didn't like making women cry."

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Wait, wait.

This type of situation was very familiar. No, honestly, in that so many of the Suzaku warriors seemed rather bent physically-- either Hotohori or Nuriko would honestly have been mistaken for the opposite gender by a good proportion of society, so mixing genders up? Not the wildest thing out there.

However, it was also important to note that Tasuki had never met a guy who was actually a girl. Because the fairer sex, well. They scared Tasuki a little. Girls never played fair, and society was never nice to a man who played with women either. Lose-lose situation.

"W-w-waaaaait," he hollered out, flailing just a little, pointing vehemently in Rimudo's direction. "YER ACTUALLY A GIRL?"