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Takeshi Oda ([info]bound_takeshi) wrote in [info]bound_rp,
@ 2014-10-27 13:48:00

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Entry tags:in progress, private, rhiannon montgomery, takeshi oda

Everybody could be kung-fu fighting
Date: Monday October 27, 2013
Time: After sundown, about 6:30 PM
Location: Starts at the hotel with Rhi, and moves to Takeshi's dojo
Characters: Takeshi Oda, Rhiannon Montgomery
Description: Getting the new poers under control. Or at least starting to learn. And maybe some self-defense thrown in for good measure.
Status: Private, in-progress, closed


The room-service cart rattled past to another room on the floor and Takeshi moved silently behind the lackey pushing it. Endless identical doors with hideously patterned yet lushly-piled carpeting led down endless hallways, and he consulted only once the list in his hand. He had all the room numbers of nest members written down, and he was after Rhiannon.

Or the bumblebee, as he privately thought of her. More than once he'd been tempted to tie a string around her waist to keep her roped in and in his immediate radius, because otherwise, she was a ball of light an energy that was nearly impossible to keep up with without giving him a headache.

His sword was hidden under a long trench coat, or else he'd have gotten several long stares and probably arrested for carrying the weapon. As it was, he kept it hidden so he didn't have to answer any questions. Finally he stopped in front of Rhiannon's door, and he knocked, three hard and loud raps that echoed in the hallway. "Rhiannon, it is Takeshi. Reveal yourself now, we must speak." That he was speaking through a door didn't even give him pause.


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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-10-27 06:57 pm UTC (link)
Legs pretzeled beneath her, the tiny girl was clicking away at her laptop, downloading and installing all the fancy things that she could think of for her new Photoshop program. It came in handy having a Sire that was rich; everything she could ever want she simply had to swipe her card. But she felt so guilty for spending on most things, and often preferred to refurbish and upcycle. Besides, creative things were fun.

Not expecting the knock at the door, the loud sound had the vampire jumping to her feet. Rhiannon yelped, quickly covering her mouth when the knocker announced himself. Phew. "Okay!" she yelled at the door, snickering softly to herself. "But you'll have to give me a minute! I'm Skyping naked!"

It was a lie.

Rising, she tugged at the hem of her jeans with her feet and slipped into her bedroom to replace the thin tanktop with a fitted tee. Nobody needed to see her scars. Only after she was finished, did the tiny shitstarter open her door with a huge grin. "Good evening, Takeshi-sama!" she chirped, opening the door wide.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-10-27 07:11 pm UTC (link)
Skyping. Naked. He was quite aware of Skype, though he'd never used it--the only people he really cared to speak to, he managed a face-to-face conversation for a few minutes. But for the love of everything... "Put your clothes on," he called out, muffled through the door, and when the door opened, his eyes were closed, and a hand covered his face. "Please tell me it is safe to open my eyes," he added, praying that he was not going to have to whip off his jacket and bundle her up in it and push her back into the room. That would not look well to anyone who happened to notice it.

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-10-27 07:47 pm UTC (link)
The state in which she discovered the samurai was nearly enough to have the tiny girl burst into a fit of giggles. But she resisted, biting her bottom lip until the urge passed. "But I don't want tooooooo~" she whined, dragging out the sound into a shrill and obnoxious trill.

Fully clothed, she stood there, peering up at him with glittering eyes for a long moment before she reached out to curl her hand around his wrist and guide him inside her quaint little apartment. "Right this way, Takeshi-samaaaaaaaa~" she chirped in her sing-song way.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-10-27 08:33 pm UTC (link)
He opened one eye to keep enough to see that she had clothes on. "I do not care if you want to or not, you need to be clothed."

And when he felt her hand on his skin, he opened the rest of the way and let his shoulders sag slightly in relief. He let himself be led into the suite, and crossed his arms over his chest as soon as he was across the threshold. "You must come with me."

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-10-27 09:07 pm UTC (link)
Rhiannon's lips contorted into a pout. She was obviously not amused at his lack of amusement. "For what purpose?" she grumbled, offering a sideways glance as she pulled him into the main part of her living room.

You must come with me...

"Wait...what?" she sputtered, confusion spreading across her pretty face. "Where are we going? What are we doing?" she questioned immediately. This guy was just about as open as Liam...it made discussion very difficult.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-10-27 09:26 pm UTC (link)
Takeshi barely spared a glance around the room, and kept the majority of his attention focused on the tiny bumblebee in front of him. "We are going to my dojo. It has... come to my attention that you are in need of assistance in mastering those gifts you have" rashly "been given," he completed smoothly, as if he hadn't even had the mental interruption. You will need to bring clean clothes, and whatever you require for bathing, as you will be showering when we are done. At my dojo you will be provided with a judogi for the exercises."

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-10-28 05:40 pm UTC (link)
Mousy brown brows rose. Well, that was unexpected. "So are we talking some Karate kid, wax-on, wax-off kinda thing? Because I know hand-to-hand basics. I'm just out of practice." She hadn't really had the chance to do anything since she'd been freed from her prison and healed of her illness. "I also know combat disarming techniques. And how to cute people into submission." It was that cute that even earned her the attentions of a very sexy Beau - even if that caused problems in and of itself.

"What's a judge-yogi?" she questioned, though she still turned to head back into the bedroom and collect exactly what he'd informed her to get. She'd been attempting to behave, at least, now that she was allowed to see Beau - even if it was with escort only. And he wasn't allowed into the hotel and up to her room.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-10-28 05:44 pm UTC (link)
He scowled, even deeper than usual if that was possible, at her mention of The Karate Kid. "No. It is nothing like that. It will be, in fact, a series of practice and exercises that will help to enhance your calm and channel your gifts so that you can control them."

He withheld the deep sigh. "Judogi," he repeated, pronouncing it jew-dough-gee. "It is the uniform of choice for those practicing the arts. You will be practicing katas and exercises, and so the judogi is appropriate. Afterwards, you will shower to cleanse yourself and your mind of imperfections, and we will have the tea ceremony."

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-10-28 10:54 pm UTC (link)
"You want to kill me, don't you?" she questioned with a large grin. It was all the tiny shit-starter could do not to prod him further - just because she could. Takeshi was quite like Liam in his disinterest of amusing things, she was quickly realizing. "I'm plenty calm!" she chirped over her shoulder from the next room.

Hastily tossing some things into her backpack that looked as if the 1990s vomited all over it, she tossed it over her shoulder and slipped into the main room. "Fine. Joo-doo-gee," she repeated. "But I'm fucking perfect already, I have you know. Gaga says so. And one does not argue with the Queen of Monsters."

But, still, Rhiannon headed towards the door, scooping up her room key as she made her way out.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-10-28 11:02 pm UTC (link)
"If I wished you dead, your head would already be at my feet," he answered matter-of-factly, and whipped back his coat enough to reveal the hilt length of his masamune. "What I do wish is for you to proceed with all haste."

He followed her out of the hotel room, closing the door securely behind them. He had already left word with Valerian of what he intended to do, and he stayed close on Rhiannon's heels. "I will also require that you surrender your telephone and all other devices to me for the duration of our sessions together, so that you are not distracted."

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-10-30 01:29 am UTC (link)
"Nu-uh," she countered, magenta waves bouncing about her head as she shook it. "Valerian and Liam made me. You wouldn't kill me, even if you wanted to, Mister Samurai man." Her lips twitched, smugness etched across her features.

At least until the sword was revealed, and with a high-pitched squeak, the little princess scootalooed down the hall towards the elevator. With haste.

Lips pursing in a pout as she slipped into the private elevator, she tapped the pocket of her jeans to verify the presence of her phone. "How long is this supposed to take?" she questioned. Her thoughts immediately went to her Guardian friend, and her inability to contact him.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-10-30 06:48 pm UTC (link)
Inwardly, Takeshi was smiling. Outwardly, there was not even a twitched muscle to belie his amusement. "I have known Valerian far longer than you, child. I do not think that he would find it hard to forgive me anything, provided I do it for love of him or the nest." Which is what governed nearly every thing he did, the well-being of Valerian and the well-being of Jonathan's line.

He couldn't wait for her to see the swords that lined the dojo, both as decorations on the wall and functional implements in the racks. "Probably several hours at best, all night at the worst. And we will be having these exercises three times a week, until I am satisfied."

His coat swirled back to hide the sword as he followed her into the elevator, and then held out his hand for her phone.

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-10-30 07:14 pm UTC (link)
He reminded her of someone from Kill Bill, elegant and beautifully deadly. She couldn't help but wonder just how many heads had been chopped off with that sword of his. Rhiannon shuttered. "Ma~ybe," she chimed, pointing herself, "But I'm cute. Adorable even. Like a little neko-chan." Hands shifting then, she curled her fingers into a paw shape and made a sound. "Me~ow!" she purred, strutting into the elevator and stepping to the back to make room.

Much less amusing to her, however, was the length of time in which they would be there. Not that she didn't enjoy the thought of finally seeing what she could do - that part actually excited her. It was giving up her phone that was currently on the top of her 'shitballs do I gotta' to-do list...

Slow and hesitant, the sprite of her girl removed her phone from her pocket and slipped it into his hand. "Don't go reading my text messages or flipping through my pictures like a creeper, Mister Samurai Man...Because being a creeper. Is creepy."

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-11-01 11:16 pm UTC (link)
"Koneko," he corrected absently. "Neko-chan is a cat-girl, as in a little girl dressed in anime cat costume. Koneko is little cat, or if you stretched it, cute cat. I am assuming you wish me to think you are adorable, not wearing cat-ears and whiskers." Although privately he reflected that even if she did come out in full cat costume, he would not be surprised with the hair color.

He accepted the phone, and fiddled with it only long enough to turn it off completely. "I have no interest in finding who you have been speaking to or what you have been sending them. Perhaps I should, though, if you are so determined that I not."

He pocketed the device without further comment. "Besides, I shall call you Maru, short for maruhanabachi, which is bumblebee. Because you are a little bumblebee."

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-11-03 06:57 am UTC (link)
He spoke but Rhi's mind was already elsewhere, focused on what this dojo would be like, what instructional methods he'd use, and would she get to play with samurai swords. Priorities: she had them.

Her attention didn't return to the present day until she noticed fingers pressing at the front of her smartphone, and blue eyes narrowed into a scowl. "You probably know that already..." she grumbled. She wasn't at all quiet about her friendship with the Guardian, and after she'd brought him back to the house to be saved, she was fairly certain nearly everyone on Valerian's closest staff had heard about it - even if they hadn't gotten the full story. Takeshi was as close as one could get.

"Wait. How am I a bumblebee?" she questioned, wide eyes looking up at him, confused. She was tiny, yes, but... "Is it because I'm sweet like honey?" Pointed teeth flashed in a wide grin.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-11-05 07:56 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, about your Guardian friend?" The dark scowl on his face didn't herald well for the relationship. "I shall be keeping quite a close eye on the two of you. Although I am not certain who I shall be watching more, you or he."

Probably her; he could trust the Guardian just about as far as he could throw him, but Rhiannon was an entirely different story. If he took his eyes off her for two seconds, she would disappear and reappear with a stray puppy that needed rescuing, a kitten that she was going to take home, or a man that had fallen victim to her charms. He was not qualified to deal with puppies, kittens, or lovesick men.

"You are a bumblebee because you flit from thing to thing like a bee. You have the energy of the bee, the speed of a bee. You are a living bumblebee, save for the fact that you are pink instead of yellow and black."

He did not like driving cars, and so they would end up walking the few blocks to his home--and his dojo. "Tonight I will be measuring your hand, and possibly taking a mold of it."

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-11-07 12:45 am UTC (link)
"He is nothing but respectful," Rhiannon countered, a need to defend his honor swelling within her. Perhaps one whose entire code was based upon such a thing would understand that. "Kisses my hand and everything." Outstretching one of her arms, she wiggled the fingers there. "Says he respects my Sires too much to even give the perception of doing anything skeezy." Not that he used that exact word. But the sentiment was there.

Lips contorting on her lovely features, she was almost scowling at the comparison. At least until she had a minute to think about it, and then she nodded her head. "Hrm...I could see it..."

Slipping out of the elevator and into the cool air, the girl curled her arms around herself. She loved the chill, always had, but it was always nicer when the walk was with someone she cared about. Even now she could remember curling her small hand around her daddy's forearm and pressing close.

Her eyes cut to the side. "It's not for some pervy hentai think, is it?" she questioned with an arched brow. She'd already assumed that was not the case, but what kind of little Bumblebee would she be if she didn't annoy him with her buzzing??

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-11-07 07:35 pm UTC (link)
"The difference between respect and honor is in the thinking, not the doing," he pointed out wisely. "One can think respectfully of a woman, or of a man, and yet by his actions towards them, prove that he has no honor. A kiss to the hand may show respect, but only after the woman has been won or earned. To kiss the hand of a woman that does not belong to you is a sign of dishonor."

Of course he was (mostly) teasing her; while he did hold strongly to many of the codes and ethics he had been raised in, he was wise enough to realize that the place and role of women in the world had changed in the last thousand years. A kiss to the hand today was no more obscene than a wave of a lady's fan to her samurai. But he could not decline the chance to play the curmudgeon.

His mind had wandered a bit, and the question caught him off guard. "Pervy... hentai... thing?" he repeated, with equal measures of disbelief and disgust. "Perhaps we shall have to rethink this; if you cannot be serious enough to understand what I ask of you, then you are not ready to accept the gift of katana. Because if you show proficiency, and if you show control, and if I judge you have the skills necessary to handle it, I shall make you a sword of your own, fitted to your hand and size. To best do that, I require the shape and the measure of your hand. In past days, I have done the shaping of the hand in mud and let it bake in the sun, and I have done them in soft clay hardened in the kiln. Today, I do it in plaster and algenate. Do you know what a life cast is?"

The question he should have asked was, have you watched any movie lately? Because the process he used was the same as many special effects companies used to make limbs and heads that were chopped off, blown up, or otherwise destroyed.

And he wasn't an easy man to impress.

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-11-08 02:40 am UTC (link)
Rhiannon's eyes narrowed, her cheeks puffing out out at the teasing. "Maybe he's already won me..." she pointed out with a childish grumble, avoiding his eyes completely. Because he kind of had...

"Or you could explain things a bit more clearly to those of us that weren't born before the Crucifixion and the first appearance of the Tardis?? Because seriously, dude...context is everything." Her head bobbed in a nod. "Where I come from, molds of body parts usually means some freaky jujumagumbo shit and not cool shit like samurai swords and karate. Specification is key."

Rhiannon's head shook at his next question, however. "I've been out of a lot of loops lately..." she pointed out. So no, she did not know -- even if she knew more than her fair share of movies.

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-11-08 04:20 am UTC (link)
"If you think he has won you, then he dishonors both himself and you. And you value yourself at much too cheap a price. A lady cannot be won without Consent of her family, nor a marriage made without the intervention or intercession by her samurai. He has not donethat,nor has a dowry been paid to him. You are not his, Maru. Nor should you think that without word of his acceptance by Valerian and Liam," he finished .

"Then I would ask you, specifically, whatabout me would make you think of anime tentacles?" Takeshi was not altogether sure he really wanted to know the answer. But he was curious.

"A life cast is a mold made ofa person's face, so that a mask or facial appliance Can be made to fit a person's face exactly. The face is Covered, airholes are leftopen, but the face is covered in a soft plaster or dental mold material. Once hardened, the mold is cut open, and then removed. On the inside, the features of the individual have been molded, and that mold can be used to create a replica of the head and face. This is what I will do to your hand."

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[info]bound_rhiannon
2014-11-08 10:09 pm UTC (link)
"Well," she chirped, finding a very impressive loophole in his assessment - if she did say so herself. "It's fortunate, isn't it, that I am a bumblebee and not a traditional lady!" Teeth flashed in a wide grin, her fangs tickling at her bottom lip.

Expression shifting to contemplation, she tapped her lips with her forefinger. "It's always the quiet, straight-laced ones that you have to worry about. Any show or movie would tell you that!" Clearly.

The explanation did a much better job of well...explaining. "Okay, that context? Much less creepy. And way more cool. You should stick with that kind of detail from now on, Seven Samurai."

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[info]bound_takeshi
2014-11-10 08:07 pm UTC (link)
Any rolling of his eyes would've given her another loophole to pounce on, and so he kept it to himself, internalizing the eye roll and instead blinking as normal. "Maru, you can be both." Should be both, he meant to say, but knew that distinction would be lost on her. "I do not mean that you should don yukata and geta, or to wear the traditional face of a geisha, but that you should act as a lady. If you are to be respected, you should act as if you deserve it. If you wish to be treated like a lady, then you should comport yourself as one. All men--and women--are treated as they act, not as they wish. Women who demand respect are given it; women who treat themselves as commodities given out to every man's affection are treated as such."

Quiet and straight-laced. Those were definitely adjectives that fit him, and he just shook his head in agreement. "If you mean we are the ones who are most likely to be violent, you are not wrong. Most who comport themselves under greatest control are the ones with greatest urges that need controlling. However, you may rest assured that you are always safe with me. I would no sooner take advantage of you in any way than I would allow any harm to come to you."

He gritted his teeth at Seven Samurai. "Oda-sama, Sensei, Takeshi no kimi, Hanshi, or Shisho. I have earned all those titles over my long lifetime. You may also call me Takeshi, although my preference is Sensei."

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