Tatsuki was an interesting creature indeed. On the one hand she could practically smell the anxiousness oozing from this lad's pores at her statement, and on the other, he seemed genuinely pleased by what she had said. It truly was a shame that her time here was limited, if not, she might have found a proper outlet for her feelings. But alas, she'd been given a bit of leeway to rise here and now for only a couple of reasons, the first of which was to bestow this lad with garments which suited him and the other, well... She took a moment of pause and reached up to the side of the lad's face, which she'd hold and caress gently. His words moved her quite a bit, causing her eyes to flicker back to red once more. If only so she could speak fully for herself, holding off the shift back into Tamamo. "It's good that you won't forget... I won't always be bound by my own agreements, and then I'll prove it," she stated, with a strange quality in her eyes. "There is something undead and a wyrm beneath us, caught by paradox. They're trying to get our attention..." she murmured, while sniffing the air to confirm her statements. At the same time in absolute silence a gentle clanging and splashing could be heard along with a small muffled voice. And after giving this information everything continued and the hard visage of the Dragonoid fell away in a splash of water, leaving Tamamo standing there looking a little dazed. "Ara ara, I didn't expect so much from her... though," she gave a bit of pause. Much like her other selves she didn't have free access to the Dragonoid's memories. She remembered turning over control but not much else. Except the sound the Kitsune's ears were now picking up.
Kou's commentary would go unanswered by Shuten. Instead she exhaled that deeply intoxicating breath of hers to begin following the mist towards the sound. "Urusai! No one is trying to take any hits! Flawless victories are what we are here for! And obviously we aren't done yet, because what the hell is that noise!?" she mentioned having not really heard the words shared by the Dragonoid for some reason or another. That likely wouldn't be getting an explanation anytime soon. But what of the noise the wyrm and the undead? Below the Ryuchi Temple in a stagnant pool there was a small child in the middle of the tiny island. The water around her was clear but she couldn't touch it, it was holy. Instead she sat there frowning, unable to cross the water, unable to free her pet. Her golden eyes glowing even in the legitimate darkness. She had on a strange little helmet and a pair of aviator goggles and the smallest possible dress. The rattling chains, those belonged to a large wyrm, who had a collar around her neck, her size, stuck at that of a massive beast and unable to free itself. This pair was stuck. And required a bit of assistance.