Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-28929139-20170427034421/@comment-73.216.85.41-20170428053459

The large open mouth of the oak tree was large enough for a few people to comfortably stand inside of. The "door" to the ground level home was but a sheet of torn beige silk to shroud the inside from prying eyes. If he were to pull back the makeshift curtain, he would see that the inner back wall of the tree appeared to be coated with a coat of reflective silvery black paint with a plethora of senbon needles and metal shards stuck into its bark. Needles and tattooing needle stems alike littered the sooty floor in dull glinting piles. In a corner sat some forging and tattooing supplies as well as regular household tools situated neatly in a wooden box.

Up in the tree's canopy, Tak had her legs wrapped tight around a branch as she wound wire around the thickest section of the joint connected to the trunk. After several bouts of coiling, she pulled it taut and sealed the wire in place with a distorted needle that she slowly had to mold with her power into the shape of a staple. Willing her fist to be awash with raw, hot electricity, she punched and pinched the makeshift staple into place. Tak had tossed down the loose end of the wire through the floating clouds of leaves when she heard the faint thud of....feet?

Baring her teeth in a snarling growl, Tak kicked her legs free and over one side of the branch and hopped down to the ground, landing loud enough to make her feet clap against the soil. Her eyes scanned over the man she saw, in his antiquated samurai armor, a bat perched at his shoulder and crowned with hair not unlike her own. Who....was he?

"Who are you...." Tak's voice was low and steady but blatantly suspicious.