Tenchi Art (And Magic) Suplies.

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi was an artist, he worked for a large japanese animation studio, and had credit for making some of the best animation in recent years. And though he had a sort of fame, he was an idiot when it came to socializing, he came off as nothing less than a grade A, bonified geek. So, over the years he became more and more reclusive.

Untill one day... While he was out to buy his months art suplies only to find that the store he had always gone to was closed.

"Wh-what is this? Why are they closed?" Taka said to himself in annoyance as he looked in the window. All the shelves were bare. He stepped back with a sigh and read a banner taped across the stores sign. "Gone out of buisness? But, but you were doing just fine three months ago!"

Turning away, his stomach feeling like it was knotting up, Taka wondered where he could get his suplies now. Looking up, he saw a red neon sign light up just then. "Whats that?" He asked himself as he took a hesitant step toward it. "Tenchi art suplies? When did that place open up? Oh well, might as well give them a look..." He said as he started across the street and walked in the front door. A bell jingled as he entered and began to look about.

 

[poohlive]

An elder man, one of distained future or uncertain past, moving about to straighten things up. The colored pencils all lined up, each of them awaiting their new owners to color and shape and create life.
The artist truly gave life. Tanchi believed that right down to his soul. He had spent years on this very quest, trying with all of his heart to make in known throughout the world how well life is captured on paper, and how the artist breahed life with a stroke of his pen.
He walked along the rows of different supplies. Each of them unique and special in their own way. Fountain pens reflecting the dimmed yellow lights above, shelves and shelves of paper that never seemed to end, colors, shapes, sizes, andything and everything needed to create.
Almost.
Still, as much as the supplies helped in this particular venue, the artist, with his molded hand was the true ingrediant in the picture.
Tanchi hopped up to the front counter, sitting behind a rather monolith desk that looked out of place in context to everything else. When the bell rang, Tanchi gave a curt smile in reply, knowing what was to come.
"You seek something more," he said, unafraid of his words of actions, as he didn't bother to look up from the desk. He was drawing something, broad strokes on a piece of paper, molding and shaping something he knew to be a masterpiece.
"Come, we are all about friends here. Welcome to my store, do come in. I have anything and everything you want..."
He raised his eyes just enough to take in the boy,
"And a few things more."

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka:

Looking over at the old man as he greeted him, Taka nodded and gave a smile in return, although it faltered a little bit at the end. "What an odd old man." Taka thought to himself as he looked down an isle, then back up as the man continued to speak. "Ah, do you have any 0.5 mechanical pencils?" Taka asked then as he wondered what the old man ment by "more". "I'd like to get a whole box, I think I have enough."

 

[poohlive]

Tenchi got up, grunting as his stiff back decided to act up again. As he walked over to the man he shook his head, unable to understand the youth of today. In his time, he knew what was what, and who was who.
Who was who?
He was he.
No, he is he.
Tenchi gave a bit of a laugh, staring down the newcomer in his store.
"I do not sell mechanical pencils, I do not have a whole box, and I must assure you that if I did have such archaic devices, you would not have enough to buy them."
He waved his hand in the air, dismissing the entire thing as he walked down one of the aisles.
"You sir, are an artist. An artist must never deal with mechanical dealy doo's. Those are for scientists and engineers, and those damned old housewives who don't know better. Ahhh, the classic."
He came back, a box in his hand. Wiping a bit of the dust off, he opened it up. There, lined like small black cigars, were big fat pencils. They all were sharpened to a point, that made them look dangerous in the dimmed light.
"These are hand made pencils, something particuarly special for an artist, something in the lead... a bit of a family secret that can make any picture come to life on the page."
A twinkle appeared in his eye as he closed the box, and in golden letters were Taka's name right on it.
"Of course, you will need paper as well. Not just any paper, but some of my fine quality. I make nothing but the best."
He handed the box over, hobbling back down an aisle in search of more purchases for the boy.

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

Blinking in surprise as the old man said he didn't have any mechanical pencils, Taka was about to ask why not when the old man brought him a box of funny looking fat pencils. Not knowing what to say, Taka took the box of pencils from the man. "Now w-wait a minute..." Taka said weakly as he followed after the man. His voice failing him once he saw his own name emblazoned across the cover of the box. "What the?" He asked himself as he read his name a second time, disbeleivingly.

"Um, s-sir? Whats going on here? Why is my name on this box?" He called out, as he caught up to the old man, and said, more to himself. "What in the world is going on here?"

 

[poohlive]

Tanchi laughed outloud, his fingers playing over an entire shelf filled with pads of paper. He was searching, going down and over, through and back trying to find the one.
Where in the world had he put it?
"Always talking. That is the problem with the world today, the young kids think they have something important to say. Yap, yap, yap. It's obvious, isn't it? It has your name on it cause its your pencil box."
He shook his head, rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Then, he jumped up with excitement, leaning to the bottom of the pile.
"Ahh, yes, here it is. I thought I was out, here we go."
He grabbed a pad at the bottom, pulling hard. With a big huff it came out, and he went flying into the opposite aisle, various pens and pencils scattering about the floor. He gave himself a bit of a laugh, getting up and handing him the pad of paper.
"Yes, of course, there we go. Now, this is not going to be cheap. I want you to know here at Tanchi Art Supplies, a subconglomerate of Tanchinu Industries, Trademark 1997 patent pending, we have a high respect for our products. We sell fine merchandise, at reasonable prices."
He got back behind the counter, shaking his head.
"Well, reasonable for me... hee hee. Is that all you need? Come now, I do not have all day. This isn't a library... well, the first floor isn't a library anyway."

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

"How could it be mine, i've never been here before..." Taka said to himself as the old man flew across the isle. "Oh man! Are you alright?" Taka asked as he rushed over to help the old man to his feet.

Seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened, the old man went back to the register, leaving Taka to watch him dumbfoundedly. Finally Taka came up to the check out, his confusion written across his face.

"Uh... What do I owe you for this?" He asked, feeling awfully confused.

 

[poohlive]

"Hmmmm, payment... payment. That is what it all boils down to, isn't it? Everyone is always trying to make money, nothing is free in this world anymore, no more morals. It is the decay of the word, I tell you, the decay. Pay attention boy, why look at you. If I didn't know any better, I would swear you haven't heard a word I said."
He mumbled, leaning behind the desk and pulled a yellow sheet of paper.
"Now, before our transaction is complete, we have a bit of business to deal with. This is a contract, stating that the afore mentioned seller, that is you, my lad, is hereby responsible for all acts, hereto and forthwith mentioned as part of the unmentionables. You waive the rights that Tanchi corporation, or any business that it is apart of reliable for any acts of desctruction that might occur during the occupancy of your tools within the art realm. You can not sue us, and we are not taking the blame for your mess, it is yours and yours alone. Come no, don't be a grouch, sign on the dotted line. You don't need power of attorney anyway, just a pad of paper and some pencils, come my lad, you have worlds to create, and I have business to take care of."
He raised his eyebrow, sliding the thick legal document over to the boy, a pen lying atop of it, waiting for the little signature to be completed.
"As for payment, this all comes to 19.95, plus the legal fees, sales commission, the tarry fines, the boston tea party... can you believe we are still paying for that? Sales tax, bridge tax, property tax, luxury tax... I hate when you land on that, better than Boardwalk though, with hotels? Man, you would be out of luck if you landed on that. ummmm, yes... water tax, tic tax, patty tax, give a tax a bone..."
He began adding all of the purchases up, and the register finally settled on an even price.
"Ahh, yes, 20 dollars even ought to cover everything."

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

"Huh, what a strange old man..." Taka said under his breath as he absently signed his name on the pad in front of him then placed a twenty on the counter. "Give a tax a bone? Wha?" Taka just shook his head and gathered up the box of pencils and the paper he had just bought. "Uh... Thank you... I'll be going now." He said as he walked toward the exit. "Tic tax?" He asked himself as he pushed the door open and walked out.

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

The moment he got home, Taka went directly to his studio, the sudden urge to draw overtaking him just like it always did, everytime he bought new supplies. He sat down, placed the odd box of pencils with his name on it to one side of the drawing desk, then pulled a fresh sheet of paper out of the package the old man sold him.

Giving his name on the box a quick, quizical look, Taka opened it and took the first thick pencil out. At first he thought it would feel odd in his hand, but he found it to feel perfect, like it had been crafted just for him, and no one else. With a shrug he leaned over the desk and began to draw.

He started from the top, sketching out long, streaming hair, and short, poofy bangs, then began on drawing a face, large, shining eyes, a small nose, two slightly tapered ears, and an open mouthed smile. Continuing down, he drew a smooth neck line, then her shoulders, and her arms, crossed, just under her breasts, which he now began to draw, two perky, supple spheres, that, that because her arms were crossed, were pushed together most attractively. Taka was beginging to sweat, and the vein in the middle of his forehead was popping out as his heart began to beat faster.

He drew her a slender waist, and curvacious hips, and long beautiful legs, then he paused, swallowing in a big gulp of air as he looked at the blank spot he had left... Between her legs and wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleave of his shirt. He began to draw in a trimmed thatch of hair there as he squirmmed in his seat.

Done with the sketch, Taka continues to stare at it with a goofy look of lust in his eyes, his mouth hanging open lazilly. He took two colored pencils from the box and colored her hair in a fiery red, and her eyes a dazzling blue. And her skin, a soft, peachish-tan color...

Sitting back with an exhausted sigh, he smiled. "I think I need to take a shower..." He said with a laugh as he SIGNED his INITIALS at the bottom of the paper.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Beyond our world, there is a land of spirits known as merely Consciousness. This place is the world of the master soul, where all those who engage in life return when they die. Where they believe themselves to be -- Heaven, or Hell, or wherever they live for -- is grafted around them, but sometimes, free spirits drift among Consciousness, ready to be summoned. Ready to be awakened into a new body. By a Summoner... or a Summoner's equipment.

One lonely soul, wiped of identity, felt a twang of homesickness.

And mercy was granted.

For Master Tenchi's past had dealt with these powers... and worlds unknown are brought to light by Art...

<<--->>

A blinding flash of light, the color of pure soul, nearly knocks Taka from his seat, sending his already steamed up eyes nearly completely unfocused. He thinks he sees his drawing glow with the most beautiful light he has ever seen, before...

...the most beautiful girl he has ever seen appears in his room.

"Yaaah!" she cries, before falling on the ground in a heap. "Umph!" As Taka sits, dazed and confused, the girl bounces to her feet, looks around, looks at herself, covers herself inconspiciously, and laughs.

"Oh boy! Where am I, huh?" She turns to Taka, blinks, and gives him a heart-stoppingly cute smile. "Niyaa! Are you Master? Hello, Master!" She gives a small wave, managing to keep one arm around her bosom while she turns slightly to the side to avoid other glances, though she shows off her round rump in the process. "Who am I, huh?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

Looking up at the totally gorgeous babe standing before him, Taka blinks a couple times then rubs his eyes. When she smiled at him, he couldn't help but smile back.

"M-master? Huh?" He asked dazzedly as he got to his feet.
He was about to ask her who she was when she asked him.
"Uh... I don't know?" He offered dumbly, scratching his head as he looked at her. His eyes moved down and went kinda lasy as they settled on her round behind, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth. "Oooh... You're so pretty..." He gushes as he leans back, to lean against the wall. Unfortunately, the wall was several feet behind him still and he fell flat on his butt. "Ow!" He yelped as he snapped out of his trance like state of lust.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

She stared at him for a few moments, blinking.

"Niyaa!" she finally said, as if that explained everything. "I was certain you summoned me!" She leaned in, staring at him curiously while trying to conceal the cleavage that popped out of her arm's grasp. "You are an Artist, yeah?" She stared at him proudly. "Well, I am here, Master! Ready to, uh..."

She paused, and then pouted considerably. "Niyaa! I don't know what I'm supposed to do!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka:

"Summoned you? I don't know what I did, I just drew a really pretty girl..." Taka said as he stood back up, rubbing his sore butt.

"Yes, I'm an artist, I'm Taka Hitomi, havn't you heard of me? I'm... Kinda... Well... Sorta famous you know..." He said with a blush and a shuffling of his feet as he looked down shyly.

Looking back up, Taka sighed as he admired how pretty this girl was. "You can do anything you want to, you're so pretty." He said between sighs. He blushed even deeper when he caught a glimps of one of her perky nipples.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

"I'm pretty, huh?" She laughed happily. "You are sweet, Master! Niyaa!"

She then proceed to pounce on him and sit on his lap. She modestly wrapped her arms around her chest, keeping her legs pressed together. She titled her head to look at him, her shapely back pressing into his chest, and her firm posterior pressing into his... legs. "Master Taka Hitomi! You are an Artist! You drew me and I came like you commanded, of course!"

She blinked. "You... did have a job for me, right? Huh? Because, you know, if you didn't have a job for me to complete when you first summoned, er, drew, me, I... well... I can't return."

She scratched her head, smiling, and clasped one of his hands with the other, quite forgetting she was supposed to be covering herself. "Not that I want to go back to, uh, wherever I was! I can't recall. So where am I, huh? And who am I, huh?" Her eyes lit up. "I remember CANDY, though! Do you have CANDY!?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

The moment the girl sat on his lap, Taka went pale white, all the blood draining from his face, and rushing... Somewhere else.

"Uh... I can't t-think of a-anything..." Taka stuttered as he felt his legs getting really warm where she was sitting on him.

"T-this is my studio, its where I live... A-and... I don't know who you are..." Taka felt really bad that he didn't know but then he perked up. "But maybe the weird old man from the store will know! He sold me those pencils over there." Taka said, pointing accusingly over at his desk.

Just as the girl mentioned candy, Taka got another peek of her boobs. "Candy..." He repeated in a goofy voice, then shook his head. "Sure, yeah, I have some Twizzilers in the kitchen... I think... I can take you there, and you can have some, if you want. And... I know! I'll find the number to the store where I bought those pencils and see if the old man knows who you are, okay?"

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

"Niyaa!" she said, in response. Taka was still unsure exactly what this expression signified. This time, however, it seemed to be disgust. "I don't want to see a weird old man, Master Taka! I want to be with YOU!" She gushed, staring at him. "You are so sweet and offer me candy! And you are my Summoner," she added. "Remember? You drew me, right? Huh? Right?"

She pouted. "I hope you did! I hope I'm not in the wrong place! Because somebody has to give me a name! I need someone to tell me who I am! And give me something to do!" She frowned curiously. "Niyaa!" she exclaimed thoughtfully. "I wonder what I can do?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

He had looked through the phone book and had no luck finding a number for Tenchi Art Suplies. "Well... No luck there... Yeah, I guess your right..." He looked up at the clock, seeing it was after nine. "They are probably closed anyway." He did a double take at her when she said she wanted to be with him. No girl had ever said that to him before, and he did another double take when she said he had drawn her, he had summoned her. He wasn't stupid, he had just been trying to dodge something that seemed wholey immpossible to him.

His expression eased into an accepting calmness. "Oookay, so, I drew you, and you're a real girl now... But please don't call me master, you're too pretty to call me master..." He said as he stood on the other side of the kitchen counter, looking at her from across the bar. "If I'm supposed to name you... Can... Can I call you Elli?" He asked shyly.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Elli (I can finally label my posts now!):

"El-lee." The naked girl smiled, now covering herself again, as she tested the words out on her tongue. "I like it! It sounds good!" She gushed, flouncing over to the bar and leaning over it, gazing into Taka's eyes happily as her breasts rested against the bar. "Niyaa! Thank you, Master! You are so sweet! I will serve you forever and ever, especially if you give me candy! Though I need to figure out what I can do... since I have no purpose in mind..."

Elli shivered, perhaps because the bar was tiled, and it was night. "Master, I am cold and tired." She eyed his clothes curiously, for he did not seem quite so cold. "Are those keeping you warm?" She suddenly performed another heart-attack inducing smile. "Do you have any for ME, Master! Oh, boy! Huh, huh?"

Of course, the idea that Taka might be feeling warm because a naked girl was bouncing around his house didn't occur to her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

Taka smiled with deep pride and his heart beat a bit faster when Elli accepted the name. He looked back into her eyes as she looked into his, and the look she gave him made him feel unbarably happy. "You don't need to call me master." He whispered as he leaned over the bar top.

Taka looked so intently at Elli that he saw a shiver run through her. "Oh... Im so sorry! All I have is guy's cloths! But..." He looked over, into his living room, spotted the afgan on the back of his couch, and said. "Here! This will make you warm!" He rushed over, grabbed the afgan and then raced back to where Elli stood and draped it over her bare shoulders, politely averting his eyes, but not before getting one last, quick peek at her cute rump.

"If I drew you, maybe I can draw you some cloths too." He said as he flashed her a smile and ran back to his studio. He left the door wide open as he reached for the magic pencil and a new sheet of paper. He flew to work in a passionate frenzy, and in less than ten minutes leaned back in his chair. "There! Its done! It's a masterpiece! Liz Claiborne, eat your heart out!" He cried out as he looked at it, falling silent as he did.

It was an off the shoulder ballgown colored a metallic royal blue in a black brocade and tulle, a portrait collar, and an extra full skirt of black tulle and crinoline over royal blue taffeta. there was also a pair of blue satin gloves that would reach just below Elli's elbows and a pair of soft, blue satin shoes to match. Only problem was, it was still just a drawing...

"...I... I don't get it. Why isn't it real?" He asked himself aloud as a sinking feeling washed over him, his eyes watering, not knowing what to do.

(OOC - Yes, I cheated a little to get the dress's discription, I kept the picture of it too, if you want to see the dress I discribed.)

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

OOC
Yeah, I'd like a picture, if you could.

<<--->>

Elli:

"Niyaa!" she cried, bouncing into the room with a smile as she stared over his shoulder. "It's so pretty! Thank you, Mast... t... Taka! It is so happy and nice! But it's still on paper," she pouted. "You have to finish the spell! Niyaa!" She smiled, showing cute dimples. "Perhaps you should finish up the drawing and try later!"

She leapt away and landed on a couch, the afgan she wore flipping up and settling on her back, baring her bottom as she lay stomach-down on the pillows. She yawned and stretched like a cat, causing a line of cleavage to appear from behind the afgan. "I'm tired, Master! Where do I sleep, huh?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

Giving a yawn of his own, Taka nodded. "I suppose your right, I'll just initial this and then I can show you to my bed room. Eh, don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch." He signed the drawing with his initials, and just as before, when Elli came out of her drawing, the paper began to glow with an unearthly light. "Ah! The dress! The spell! So... Thats how it wor-oof!" Just as he was about to say 'works' the dress shot out of the paper and directly into his face, knocking him back, chair and all.

 

[Ravenloft]

here's the dress (thanks to Loralie.)

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

"Yay!"

Dropping the afgan, Elie rushed up and hugged Taka from behind, smiling happily. "Thank you, Master! I will go change now!" She picked up the gown and placed it against her front, and then dashed out the door, her bare backside showing as she left the room.

She peered back around the doorway, only her head showing, with a warning look on her face. "No peeking!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Taka Hitomi:

Still laying on the floor, in the fallen over chair, Taka's arm twitches at an odd angle. "Uh... No peeking..." He agrees, then rolles out of the chair. "There's got to be an easier, and less painful way to do this..." He sighed as he stood and cleaned up the room, then walked down the hall. "Uh, Elli, are you decent? Can I, um, come in? He asked as he came to the cracked open door to his room.