Owner	Pose
Loki	Three days have passed, marked from the passing of daylight to dark, daylight to dark, daylight... and into dark again. Mount Fuji can be seen only as a vast darkness that blots out the stars. Standing at the window, one can see the lights of the city below, far brighter than the stars up above. Those three days have been punctuated for the 'prisoner' by bouts of intense pain followed by his body being utterly normal as Loki toys with him during the various stages of the transformation. It's almost as though the god of mischief is enjoying the man's pain and discomfort. His hope at being back to normal a lasting thing, only to have that hope dashed as though a ship smashed by the sea against the rocks of a cliff. Those three days had been intersperced by meals at regular intervals, three per day, and always during the pain free moments. Every meal has, thus far, been Japanese fare. Each time, an hour to enjoy the meal is given before Loki had gone back to playing around with Yaozu's mutation. Loki is within the room at this point, leaned against the window frame, looking out over those lights of the city. "Best finish quickly," he says, glancing sidelong at the man. "Five minutes left." Going from a period of no pain, and going into one full of pain, most likely. He turns more fully, still leaned against the window frame, to watch the man at his martial arts workout. "It's too bad you don't wish to be my pet. I could watch you all day," he says with a certain twinkle within his eyes. And then the time is up. Whether the man has stopped or not, the pain starts to build as Yoazu's body goes, once again, through the phases he'd already gone through in rapid succession. Feathers growing and hair shedding. Feet. Wings. And almost worst? The face shifting from human nose and mouth to that of an owl's beak. Loki stops that one about halfway through the transformation, thoroughly enjoying studying the freakish nature of what the man looks like stuck, mid transformation, versus the beauty of him in motion when purely human. "You know, it's almost a pity you lose the hair every time.." That might be torture right there, that alone.
Yaozu	Based on the passing of night to day and back again, it had been three days. Three days of being here in Japan, of being the prisoner to Loki, of being tortured. During some of the pain free times, he'd taken the time to admire the great mountain. The pain had been the worst parts of those days. He didn't have the most clear memories of the past three days, on account of the pain that he's been through. Over and over again. The periods of time when Loki saw fit to revert him to normal felt like bliss in comparison to when his body was forced through the mutations as Loki had a wont to do. He suspected that the God of mischief was enjoying himself with what he wrought, day after day. When the meals came, Yaozu took his time and ate all of the food that was provided to him. He never asked to be given more food, interestingly enough. And he drank all that was given to him as well. Meal times were peaceful times at least for the hour that they lasted, at least in terms of the pain, and he's enjoyed the Japanese fare that's been served. Yaozu glances towards Loki at the warning about the time, and he gave a small nod. He had been keeping track as best he could to the time, without benefit of a watch or clock. He tends to, since that first day. "I find myself uncertain as to which you prefer to watch more... when I am practicing my martial arts, or when you have caused me such pain that I nearly cannot breathe," he comments, one of his eyebrows quirking slightly. "I do not wish to be owned as a pet is," he adds. This is likely not the first time this conversation has been had. "If you wish more time in my company, then you can find a way other than offering to claim me as a pet," he says softly, his hazel gaze turning towards the Asgardian. He did manage to finish the last few moves of the kata into the few minutes that had been remaining to him before the pain of the transformation swept through him. Despite it happening time and again, he still isn't used to the quick succession of changes and the rather sudden onset of the pain within him. The pain, at least, was somewhat predictable -- it made his breathing uneven and unsteady, and it made his heartbeat race, turned him lightheaded and pale. He ended up this time as he often did other times -- on his knees on the floor, his hands on the floor as well, half curled in on himself, his brow beaded with sweat and with more than one pained sound torn free of him in the process, not that it helped with the pain at all. It still carried a sense of disorientation to it, and he managed not to throw up from it, at least. He closes his eyes at the mention of his hair, and he exhales an unsteady breath. "It is. It was many years growing to the length it was," he says quietly, his voice near a whisper in volume. Ever since he'd earned his black belts. His wings are slumped to either side of him rather than folded to his back, resting against the floor.
Loki	Three days of fun, so far as Loki is concerned. Three days of enjoyment. Of experienting with something interesting. Three days of learning how Yaozu's mutation worked, inside and out. Mostly, it had been pain and mutation. Loki had only reverted the man back to his normal state for meal periods. He hadn't even changed him back for sleeping. There'd been very little of that. Loki hadn't grown bored yet. That would come, sooner or later. "Little bit of both, I think," replies Loki, tone amused, eyes sparkling with the grin that comes to his face. "Both states are works of art, you see. You might as well admit it. You're already my pet." Stated, plain and bold as the lights in the darkness outside the room. "I could force the issue. As I force your mutation. But forcing someone isn't any fun. Then I may as well get one of those life size blow up dolls." He shakes his head. "No. There's no fun in that." Loki watches with some amusement as his magic does its work, and forces that transformation onto the man. "You know, I think I might have the hang of this," he says, thoughtful. He waves a hand again, and the pain receeds as Yaozu's body reverses the transformation, pain all of its own, until it's back to normal again. "Yes. I think I have what we need. This.. is going to hurt," he warns. And then? Then the pain /really/ begins. Loki's magic forces the change on Yaozu, all the way through and to the other side. When it's done, the transformation is complete. This would be the first time Loki's managed, or desired, perhaps?, the full transformation to what the end result was going to be all along.
Yaozu	Three days of pain, for Yaozu. With brief moments of respite when there were meals. Since there had been no other times when he was given a reprieve, he appreciated the hour at meal times. They were always too short. Always gone too soon, or so it felt. When he had been given time to sleep, he hadn't slept very much. He'd mostly tossed and turned and attempted to deal with the then-current level of pain that he had to suffer. Loki's answer to his question doesn't particularly surprise him. He might not have given a visible reaction to Loki watching him, but he was aware of being watched when he practiced his martial arts. "I am no work of art, not in either form," Yaozu says softly, giving a small shake of his head. Although there are the tattoos inked on his skin, and those are works of art, in his opinion. But they don't make him a work of art. "I do not see in myself what you see, to believe such," Yaozu adds. And he doesn't, and so his words are not a lie. He exhales a breath in a slight sigh, considers for a moment, and then he nods. Once. "I am caged at your will, eat when you wish to bring me food, and suffer all things that you choose to do to me. The term applies, loosely," he says quietly. That doesn't mean he has to necessarily like it, though. He can only imagine the worry, the concern that must be Liansong's at the readings that are coming from the ring on his right thumb. There's nothing he can do to make them any better, nothing he can do to ease that worry. Yaozu tilts his head faintly to one side as he looks over towards Loki when he mentions having the hang of it. He suffers the pain of the transformation reversing itself, of his body being returned back to human, giving up a pained sound more than once in the process and ending up laying on his side on the floor. A bit dizzy, black spots skittering through his vision. Which hurts worse, the transformation or reversing it? Yaozu doesn't know. It hurts every part of his body. He coughs a little bit. There's a warning, but it does the pain that follows little justice. The pain is fairly swift in coming, as is the transformation in claiming him. His body writhes on the floor, his back arching, his breathing uneven and short and sharp, pained sounds wrenched free of him. There's only so much that his body can take. His consciousness skirts the black edges of unconsciousness, and somehow he manages not to fall into the pit of darkness, to lose himself into the pain. When it's done and complete, at least the pain can start to recede from where it feels as though it's burned into himself. He's breathing hard by that point, still unevenly, his eyes closed, laying mostly on his belly on the floor. His wings are half outstretched to either side of him, flopped against the floor.
Loki	There had been sleep, of course, though it hadn't been for long intervals, and it hadn't happened regularly. "Foolish, foolish boy. You are. Both ways." The smile says he's mocking Yaozu. Whether he actually is mocking, however... that is unclear. He makes no mention of tattoos. Those are simply part of the whole, to him. Loki shrugs. "Pet. Zoo animal. Labritory experiment." All these apply, and more. Technically. "Prisoner." The pain does slowly recede, it's true. This time, it's almost like when the mutation had reversed itself. His body, however different, feels /good/. It looks good, too. The feathers are glossy with good health. Loki shakes his head. "There's only one thing missing," he laments. And waves his hand. Moments later, Yaozu's cascade of hair has grown back to its former glory. Now /that/ is going to be a pain to deal with, to keep clean and neat, with the strands coming out between the feathers also there.
Yaozu	There is no further argument that he offers to Loki in regards to being a work of art. He voiced his opinion, and that's all he can do. He doesn't feel like a work of art, and his opinion hasn't changed with Loki's words. He is many things, depending on the perspective used to view him. To himself, he is... flawed. But he says nothing. "Yes. All of those terms apply, currently, in their own way," Yaozu agrees, his voice quiet. Though it may have taken him a while to admit it, he is -owned- and has been these past few days. There is nothing he could do about his captivity or anything that's happened to him since he was stolen from the ambulance. Gradually, as the pain recedes, his breathing starts to ease towards normal. His heartbeat, too, starts to regulate and slow back to normal as well. His body is stable, and his vital signs start to show it, to reflect it. It takes him a moment to realize that he does, actually, feel good, physically. He opens his eyes, looking first to his hands, then up one of his arms, noticing the change in his skin and the midnight black feathers. He draws one of his wings closer, finding himself reminded of Liansong's own. He lifts one of his hands to very carefully touch his fingers over the feathers there. Black feathers. So very black. He starts to push himself up, to no longer be laying on the floor and to instead be sitting. One thing missing, did Loki say? Yaozu blinks and turns his head, farther than humanly normal or possible, to look to Loki. Unblinkingly so. Then there's the tumble of his hair, and there's a flash of surprise to his hazel eyes, his gaze turning towards a fall of it that rests in front of one of his shoulders. It might be a pain to deal with and keep clean, but... he -likes- his hair. And it will be worth it. "Thank you," he says quietly, lifting one of his hands to lightly pull his fingers through a bit of his hair.
Loki	Loki offers no further commentary either. He's said what he meant to said on that front. That Yaozu has been owned the past few days there is no doubt. Drawing the man's attention to the fact that Loki is presently owned might have been the entire intention behind Loki saying it. Loki watches without comment as Yaozu collects his wits and gets himself back 'together', as it were. He doesn't say anything, but that little smirk upon his face might well say it all. He's enjoying himself far, far too much. He looks pleased at the black feathers and the hair as well. "Oh, don't thank me. That's going to be a pain to deal with without magic." He laughs and straightens from his lean against the wall, moving toward the exit again. "Enjoy the respite whilst you can. Who knows, I might change my mind later." Loki grins wickedly at the man. Once he's across the room, he pauses next to Yaozu. He reaches down grasps one of the feathers at the back of the man's neck and plucks it out, neat as can be. "Thank you," he says, smirking again. He walks through the all but invisible barrier around the inside of the room, and toward the door. "And if you behave, I might be back later with a special treat." He beams a wide grin and then he's gone, through the door. As has been his habit of late, he leaves the door partially open.
Yaozu	The half-breed Chinaman doesn't like the notion of being owned. Yet it's not a thing that he's had a choice in the matter of, and Loki had essentially claimed or stolen him. It was a thing that he hadn't realized in the days prior, and one that had been resistant to admit even after it had been pointed out to him. He rests, for the time being, the pain that he was put through having served as a thing that had drained and sapped away his energy. Not to mention the mutation as well. "I will find a way of dealing with what is mine," Yaozu says softly, giving a small and single nod. He is, as he always has been, stubborn. If it's what he's left with then he'll take care of it. Maybe Liansong can lend some manner of advice, he isn't sure. At least the pain is gone, at least there is a break from that. "If you change your mind then you will let me know," he says softly, lifting his hazel gaze towards Loki. One way or another, Loki will let him know, most likely by taking action rather than telling him. When the feather is plucked from him, Yaozu flinches but says nothing. It is a significantly smaller pain than what he's been getting put through these past few days. Still a pain, but at least smaller. It bleeds, though he likely doesn't realize it in the moment. What's one feather, out of so many? Yaozu hasn't been misbehaving, that he knows of. He gives a small nod to the words, though. He has no plans to misbehave or end up in trouble. He takes a moment to get the rest of the way to his feet, talons ticking on the floor, and he watches as Loki leaves. He steps over to the bed, then lays down to try to rest. He could use it, for what he's been through.