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Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki
His offer of a heart refused--honestly, not surprising, given the day's events--Voyavoda had little to do except smoulder. Quite literally, in this case. Since the chef seemed to have little interest in the Phoenix's blood, he removed it, sat it down somewhere safe, and then sat himself down to watch the chef work.
His means were... interesting. Likely the fruits of an Earth martial art, and yet... there was something more. The mere application of water caused Totoma's body to react, to... heal. In combination with the chef's ministrations, it was enough to heal the boy's broken body to the point it was alive, if only barely.
...how odd. In regards to the water, the chef had done little else but expose it to Totoma, and the rest had been some... automatic reflex engrained into the body. That was not normal, by any means, and it made him curious. He focused his senses as best he could, examining from a fair distance away... and he saw what was happening.
Hozon.
How... interesting. He could not claim to be an expert on that mysterious power, but he did know that, typically, learning how to use it required long years of dedication and ascetic practices. Yes... he had personal experience with that, many millenia ago. Such efforts had engraved in his body a sort of immortality. And yet, somehow, Totoma had managed to engrave something similar, albeit not as potent, into his body to the extent that it could still function after physical death, to some extent.
...that boy was certainly full of surprises.
Satisfied that, with time, Totoma would walk among them once again, Voyavoda turned to his own pressing matter. Namely, the fact that he'd interrupted and stalled his own self-resurrection--for nothing, much to his chagrin and, yes, a bit of amusement--and was in uncharted territory. He sent a sidelong glance at the vial of Phoenix blood.
...hm.
This liminal state, cycling between destruction and regeneration, was not a pleasant thing to experience. Yes, it seem that the former was slowly winning, but it was painful. One might not expect it from looking at him, but it certainly was. And yet, he wanted to experiment a bit.
For example, by downing this Phoenix Blood mid-resurrection. That should have some... interesting effects, he figured.
Suppressing his flames and heat as much as possible--no mean feat, you must understand--he grabbed the bottled, popped it open, and down the entire fuckin' thing in one gulp.