Knight Errant wrote:Her glare maintains. "You play dirty trick on Oni." Then a smile cracks. "HahaHAHAhahah! Me like that. But even if tricked..." Her eye gleams... "Me can't give up so easily!" Her soft features twist into a fury unsuited for her face. She clenches her fist... rising for an uppercut with all the strength she can muster. Right on Ling's outstretched chin.
Ling takes the hit, right to the chin! But the oni is no muscle-bound monster anymore. She's a dainty slip of a thing, and the hit reflects that. The martial artist doesn't even turn her head with the blow. "As you like. Blooming Wallflower Style; Strike of Regal Indignation. Her form surges with Indigo once more, as she slaps the oni across the cheek!
It's not a strong blow, not at all. But on those unblemished cheeks, it stings fiercely as the Indigo spreads from the point of impact. Immediately, all thought of continuing the fight are pushed away, with docility and fright rushing in to replace it. Ling, and the world, suddenly seems so much larger and frightful! The color crackles against that tiger skin, making it wrap tighter around the new woman to form a better-fitting ensemble. Strips peel off to wrap around her waist and hips, cinching tight to become a bustier and panties, the former hugging her tiny waist fiercely and cupping those mounds!
More and more of the pelt comes apart, each part losing the orange and black, bleached white as it encases the girl. Pure white stockings with gold trim are secured by garters that hang from the corset. A shoulderless white and gold dress with poofy sleeves, strings of pearls across the waistband, and many layers of ruffled skirts settles upon her, all silks and soft fabrics with a low-cut bodice to show off generous cleavage.
The legs of the tiger pelt coil around her hands and feet, becoming pure white gloves secured with frilly wrist-cuffs held on by golden bracelets rubies and amethysts. Upon her feet, virginal white high heels secure themselves, golden straps coiling up her legs to tie together beneath her knees. The last scraps of fur slip around her neck, becoming a detached collar with a large purple brooch in the center, another string of pearls hanging from it to nestle between her breasts. And finally, a tiara settles upon her locks, matching all the other rich accessories.
In her fright, the new princess may scrabble for something to hold, her glove-clad hands finding the scepter that her club hand become, leaving her as a glamorous princess!
"Now do you surrender?" Ling asks.
Whatevr89532 wrote:"Er.." Jade seems slightly embarrassed that her eyes are even drawn to the ball, but they are. Her mind is still active, and she more decides to chase after it than follows an instinct to do so. Her run is kind of childish and not very fast even accounting for how short her legs are, but she doesn't trip over herself or anything. In fact, her stamina's not bad either, as she makes it about three-quarters of the way there before being unable to continue, doubling over and panting rapidly.
Ling jogs after the wolf girl, tutting softly as she doubles over to catch her breath. "You weren't kidding... but I saw that split-second of hesitation. The whole point of this is to make the exercise more appealing to you on an instinctual level. You chose to chase the ball. Why? Do you think I would think less of you for acting like a dog?"
She gestures around at her other students. "Do you have any idea what hoops I have to jump through to encourage some of them? Offering stipends for clubbing, promising to attend piano recitals, patting their heads... I've done it all. If it helps my students to learn, I'll do anything." She pauses, and critically examines Jade. "Or is it that you would think less of yourself if you listened to them?"
AmbushCat wrote:Joni: *blinks* Wow. Um... this is very interesting. Let's see... *looks around* Once the hard ones are out of the way, the easy ones should be a walk in the park. I'd say... let's start with Jill. *walks up to the door in question* So I assume I just go in, then?
"That is typically how it works," Ling says. She's hanging back now, trying not to take charge. Perhaps out of respect?
Stepping through the door would reveal a lush woodlands, as if it were wrought from every fantasy novel ever written. Sunlight glints through the canopy, glittering in the babbling brook that flows over perfectly smooth stones. The soil is soft and loamy... and yet, there's an everpresent sense of tension in the peaceful setting, like electricity in the air. Also, there are far more couches around than one would expect.
Jill is likely here somewhere.
Feng wrote:The chibi ninja raises an eyebrow at the Ganguro's threat.
".... bring it, Goldilocks. Your bimbo style is no match for Chibi ninjutsu...." he says, striking a pose. Did he have to wiggle his fingers? Was that some sort of esoteric technique? Or was he just throwing shade at the girl?
As for Ambush, the pigeons make a rather easy meal being as they are pigeons, birds not particularly known for their intellect... Well, certainly not the ones common in Muffinville.
But why did they smell of burnt incense? Hopefully the aroma (and aftertaste) wasn't enough to give the poor cat heartburn.
AmbushCat wrote:Eh, think nothing of it. It's just me being a cat; I like birds.
The ganguro smirks again as she rises to her full height. "Oh, that's cute. You think I just know Emerald Bounce Style? Oh no, I just dabble..."
She flicks her wrist, and a box cutter leaps into her hand. That smirk has become fully manic now.
"My real strength is in Bloody Mandarin Style. Come at me with that tiny blade, and see where it gets you."
She glances at Ambush again. "You like birds huh? How about cubed Chibi? I'm about serve some, real fresh."
Feng wrote:The old chibi smiles.
"Ehehehehe~! So you heard me talking to myself, eh?" he grimaced, rubbing the back of his bald head. "Even after a hundred years of training and rigorous meditation, I still can't seem to shake the poor habit."
He leans on his staff. "I have no intention of destroying your school, Missy. Oh? Did you think I was a thug of Bones? Ehehehehe! The Black Temple can run circles around those thugs who would call themselves 'Chibiwanban'."
He stretches a bit.
"No, no, I am merely here to offer a challenge on behalf of the Black Temple. As a gesture of friendship and for the sake of, ah, what do you young un's among the Tall Folk call it.... Ah yes! Public relations."
He nods then stares straight at the girl, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "And I'd be wary of discounting me just yet, Missy! You may have pierced my harmless old coot deception, most admirably I must add, but this Old Bird still has his tricks."
He turns and watches the Sensei lay down the law on the Oni. "That being said, I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried about fighting your teacher, ehehehehe. The young lady fights like something out of our legends, the kind we tell our young to make them behave."
The woman breathes a sigh of relief. "Then... why all the subterfuge? She's not going to like it if she finds out. Just be straight with her, and things will be fine. She doesn't like underhanded stuff... or overhanded, for that matter..." She gestures at the oni-turned-princess as evidence of that.