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[originallutece]

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[roseblooms]

[...]

You're not one to arrive at assumptions without foundations to rest them upon.

[originallutece]

1. A person typically speaks by name of a friend if everyone present knows them. A story like that, should it truly concern Urameshi, would usually start by saying "Yusuke saved his true love..."

1a. Though I suppose you could want to keep his being in love a secret, but people tend to want to share such happy fortunes.

2. You're friendly. People typically have more than one friend, and as you already have one human friend, it isn't unreasonable to assume you have a second.

3. Both you and Urameshi are here. I can't imagine you wouldn't ask him more about this phenomenon if it truly interested you.

[roseblooms]

...

Understandable. I stand corrected.

[No, Kurama, you're just weird about things that include Yusuke and True Love™ in the same sentence. Deal with it.]

You're correct, it's not him. The brother of the girl is a friend of mine, however, and her lover is a friend of all of ours.

[originallutece]

[That takes a little mental translating. So two friends, then. Two friends and Yusuke. That's fairly impressive.]

Ah. Drama.

Does he truly disapprove, or simply in a general masculine objection to his friend romancing his sister?

[roseblooms]

They already don't see eye to eye on many things, on a personal level.

...

Although that's probably not aided by the fact that one of them is close to two meters tall, and the other isn't even one and a half.

[originallutece]

No one needs to be two meters tall.

[roseblooms]

I used to be over two meters. Prior to my...metamorphosis, as it were.

And that was without the ears, even.

[originallutece]

[UNNECESSARY.]

Ears?

[roseblooms]

Fox ears. They added at least a few centimeters, all on their own.

[originallutece]

[She isn't one normally given to gushing, but still Rosalind's mouth twitches into a slight smile. That might be a sight worth seeing.]

You're already verging on too tall, Kurama, but I would allow you those extra meters to see you with fox ears.

[roseblooms]

I wasn't aware you were so displeased with my height as it currently stands. Perhaps I'll have to find you a pair of shoes with lifts in them.

[originallutece]

I already wear a perfectly acceptable pair of boots that add three inches already; I refuse to change further than that.

[roseblooms]

Then perhaps I'll find you a pair of stilts, rather.

Or cut my legs off at the knees, I suppose.

[originallutece]

You could crouch.

Beyond your reasonably heighted friend, are all demons as massive as you once were?

[roseblooms]

Hiei is short, as demons go. Most are slightly taller than the average human male, with a subset class that stand at heights closer to three or even four meters.

I cut an impressive figure, however. Many people were able to recognize me by silhouette alone.

[originallutece]

Good grief.

[That's for the three and four metered demons, not for his figure. Although--]

You were a thief throughout the past thousand years, correct?

[roseblooms]

I was.

If you'll pardon the arrogance, though, I wasn't simply a thief. I was THE thief.

[originallutece]

Yes, yes, and you became so by succeeding.

How is it, exactly, you could be known by your figure alone if you weren't caught? Surely part of stealing is to not be seen, otherwise you'll be tracked down.

[roseblooms]

Simply enough, really; most of the time I avoided being seen on entry. On exit was something quite different.

However, when I say I was powerful...

...Let's try this. You're familiar with the wargs here, correct?

[originallutece]

[It seems rather a shoddy job, but she's the scientist, not the thief. She'll defer to his experience.]

Well enough.

[roseblooms]

For the purposes of the analogy, let's use a warg as a standard unit of measure. Let's also rank the warg approximately where the scale of measure I'm familiar with would likely place it — an E-class demon.

A D-class demon would be reasonably capable of defeating one warg in any given encounter.

A C-class demon would be reasonably capable of defeating a D-class demon in any given encounter, so let's call that two wargs simultaneously, for ease of math.

A B-class demon, however, is an unusually large jump up from C-class. So much so that I would say it would be reasonable to assume a B-class demon could defeat five C-class demons reasonably simultaneously — so, about ten wargs.

An A-class demon is approximately the human equivalent of a demigod of legend. Again, their power level jump is immense; let's be conservative and say that one could wipe out ten B-class demons reasonably simultaneously — one hundred wargs.

...An S-class demon is powerful enough that it could feasibly destroy five hundred A-class demons with relatively little effort. Fifty thousand wargs.

I was very powerful, is what I'm attempting to express.

[originallutece]

[--good grief. Rosalind stares down at the watch for a long few seconds, blinking in shock.]

And now?

[roseblooms]

[Ah. And now, it's another solemn bout of Honesty Hour again.]

Considerably less so. I was badly injured. Grievously enough that escaping my hunters meant expending a great deal of the power I'd spent so long accruing.

I very nearly died. Most people assumed I had, and I saw no reason to dissuade them of that notion, because it meant no one would look for me.

...I suppose that was one of the drawbacks of a life spent independent. I was mortally wounded and had no one to run to, and nowhere to go, and no one but myself to count on.

[originallutece]

It is a life with occasional drawbacks. Though I'm glad you chose what you did, reduced power or not.

[She pauses. Should she say more about that? But it's the truth.]

If ever you'd be willing to demonstrate your powers, I'd be delighted to see it.

[roseblooms]

Power can be regained. Life, unfortunately, isn't so forgiving of its loss.

What would you like to see? You've witnessed my sunflowers, my vines, and the Sinning Tree.