#master gama

[ask-themastergama]

Master Gama, is it your birthday today?? Happy birthday if so!

I - what?? My birthday? Who on earth told you- ....Well, I suppose according to the human calendar, yes, it is my birthday. ...Thank you for the birthday wishes

[touya-theicemaster]

Touya, it's Gama. I see you're looking for me, but it appears I've found you first...heh. It seems you've lost some of your memory, but I at least hope you recognize me. There is much to discuss, but I've come to you to ask about a human named Miss Tomoyo... a Moon Priestess, to be precise. She's reached out to me for aid and mentioned you by name. Have you heard of this woman?

Gama?? How did you find me? And - you're alive?! But how?? I...yes, the matter is complex... I was knocked out on a mission with Jin, and when I came to, I found myself in a place I did not recognize. Full glad am I to see you are well, and living. I never thought I would see you again in this life. I have many questions to ask you, and we have a lot to catch up on. Miss Tomoyo...yes, she did reach out to me. She desires assistance closing a rift in the Makai that could swallow it whole if left unchecked. Although I have not seen the rift firsthand, it seems her motivations are benevolent and she does want to deceive us. She also gave me a garment that she made herself...

[ask-themastergama]

"A shinobi huh? So uh, what precisely can you DO?"

Well, little girl, I happen to be a shinobi master of war paints and disguises! I can find half a dozen ways to kill you in less than a minute. Fortunate for you, I won't. I'm in a decent mood today. And what precisely can YOU do, child??

[ask-themastergama]

Gama's phone pings with a notification, then pings successively in a flurry of panicked follow ups. The first message contains a picture. It's slightly blurred, and clearly was sent unintentionally. The image is undoubtedly a nude featuring one shock-faced wind demon trying to catch the towel that only a second earlier had been tucked around his waist. The image shows the towel mid-fall and Jin's naked frame reflected in a cracked full-body mirror rested against the wall of his home. Other than his expression of panic, the picture is absolutely a nude, and it shows off everything about Jin's anatomy that counts. Whether he likes it or not.

The following texts light up Gama's screen in rapid succession:

Gama, I swear it's not what it looks like-

Or, well, fine, yer seein' clear as day what it is, an' yeh'd be right it's a nudie pic o' yer old comrade bein' a right idjit

Damned phones- don't know how to work 'em worth a damn, an' I swear me finger slipped, an' now half the goddamn world's gettin' an eyeful o' me full-frontal, skies be.

Jes' delete the thing, I beg of yeh. I'll do 'bout anythin' to bribe yeh fer it. Or jes' forget yeh saw anythin' an' move on along.

But if it's a favor yeh want, then know I'll not refuse. Sigh, but it's likely the least a demon can do to make up fer scarrin' everyone he knows...

Gama sputters a curse as his hands slips at the sound of the flurried buzzing on his phone, his perfect calligraphic stroke now a streak across the page. He looks over it in disgust, and then, muttering, snatches the parchment with his hand and crumples it before tossing it towards the nearby waste bin. It misses, hitting the rim before bouncing off harmlessly, but Gama seems to pay it no further mind. Setting the brush down neatly in its holder, Gama wipes his stained hands on a nearby rag before reaching for his phone with an irritated growl. Damn thing, why did he bother with these devices anyway? Only on Jin and Touya's insistence, likely, as a "better" way to keep in contact than carrier pigeon and secret missives. But its light was too bright, its noises too loud, and its interruptions too frequent. He has half a mind to crush the phone in his hands and be done with it, but as he picks it up, he sees the message is from Jin, and thinks better of it. He sighs, unlocking the screen. Gama wishes he had smashed the phone when he had the chance. Teeth gritted in a rising growl of annoyance, Gama flicks through the subsequent messages of debasing pleas for mercy and discretion. "Good grief," He expels, eyes rolling as he types his response. It's slow and cumbersome, but he's getting the hand of typing on this tiny screen, although sometimes he has to press a button several times for it to trigger.

>>Jin, why are you taking such vain portraits on your phone? And just how many people have received this accidental missive? Does TOUYA know what you've done? >>As for deleting it, why on EARTH would I want to keep it? I've seen enoughh of your parts s to last me a lifetime AS IS. At least you're looking healthy, although you could stand to EAT a little more. Your favvor to me will be teaching me how to TURN THIS DAMNED RINGGER OFF so you don't interrupt me like this again wwhile I'm busy! I've ruined half a script because of your nonsense! I thought this device was for EMERGENcIES and IMPORTANT MESSAGES ONLY!

Gama presses send. Perhaps that was enough scolding for one day. He sits back in his seat and sighs, phone laying loosely in his hand. For a shinobi, Jin could truly be quite careless, couldn't he? He was haphazard, but at least he was earnest and trustworthy. If he was your ally, you could be sure of it, and sure of his follow through. He picks up the phone one more time and adds a follow up message.

>>I've changed my mind. You mmay call me for less important businness, even triviall matters. After you've taught me how to silence the infernal ringing noises. @askjinthewindmaster

[ask-themastergama]

Hi Gama! Love your style and love your vibe. Please humbly accept my flower asks ~

🌺 Beebalm, blazing stars, lavender, and tropical white morning glory 🌺

Greetings to you, human! I accept your compliments. Thank you. Now, let me see what questions you have chosen... Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?  Hnn, a "best" friend, you ask? This would imply putting one person above others, and as it concerns Shinobi work, favoritism is highly frowned upon. It could jeopardize a mission. You must learn to work alongside with whomever you are assigned to. However, I have found it easiest to work with Risho, Bakken, and Touya in the past. Our skills synchronize rather well. Although, I am not sure if Touya considers me "friend" anymore, which would leave Risho and Bakken to hold those places. Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why? 

I do not make it a habit of sharing my deepest personal fears with strangers, human! What is the matter with these humans, that they think it is appropriate to ask these kinds of questions to someone they have just met?! Whatever fears I have, I must keep secret, else they are used against me to thwart the completion of my work or threaten the safety of my comrades. No, I will not be answering this question. Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?  I am quite proud of the skills I have amassed as a Shinobi practicing the Mastery of Disguise and Makeup of War. I have spent years toiling and training to reach this potential. In regards to Shinobi work you will find none so dedicated to their work and the mission as myself. I have given my life towards my objective before and thus proven it. My loyalty and determination will not be questioned. Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.   Aesthetic? If you are concerned with the appreciation of beauty, it is not often something I could afford to prioritize in the past enough to claim one as my own. However, I am partial to shodo, wabi sabi, and yūgen when left to my own devices.

[ask-themastergama]

Gama?? You're alive? It's Bakken speaking here. I saw you die in the Dark Tournament, what kind of witchcraft brought you back? Are you the real deal? Or someone is using Gama's corpse...? I hope it's not the case because I would kill the bastard behind this. ... if it's really you, I'm relieved to see you here. I'm looking for Risho. He disappeared after he helped me after our last mission, and ever since I didn't find him. I heard a few rumors about the Hanging Neck Island as well. Is it true that those two traitors of the clan are living there?

Bakken?! Ah, good! You're alive and well, excellent! Risho mentioned that you lived, but he lost touch with you. Fortuitous that you should appear in my inbox nearly days later! I am most certainly the "real deal"! I'll spare you the details, but through much persuasion and tenacity, I have been granted a new body and new life by Lord Koenma himself. As for Hanging Neck Island, yes, Jin and Touya have acquired it. Our mission towards gaining light has proceeded apace with them. Have you managed to contact either of them? Why, surely they would not mind sharing their bounty. After all, we worked very hard for it, I gave my life for it...and we could ask them very nicely. @the-mist-shinobi

[ask-themastergama]

Greetings, and Welcome to my Blog!

You've stumbled upon the Ask Blog for the Master Shinobi Gama! How fortuitous of you! Should you have an inquiry, simply type it out and submit it. Keep it sensible - I want NO NONSENSE on my blog!

To prevent the query of nonsense that might occur if I don't stem the tide, here are a few questions I do NOT want in my inbox, as I will answer them here for you now.

1. Master Gama! But you were dead!! How did you come back to life??

Simpleton! Death cannot keep me, should there be a mission to complete! As for how I managed it, well, you know a shinobi has the secrets of their trade, and I won't be telling some random fool off the street!

2. Your paint is amazing! How do you make it? What is it made of?

Most people know that the secret ingredient is my blood, which makes it difficult for wishful imitators to reproduce, but I will have your head first before I tell you the rest of the ingredients! Does no one respect the concept of trade secrets around here?! Am I going mad?!

3. Are you going mad?

NO! The REST of you are mad! Now ask your questions and BEGONE!

Admin Note: This is a RP Blog for the Shinobi Gama from Yu Yu Hakusho! Any espoused opinions of Gama are his alone as I interpret they would be and are not necessarily canon/I do not share these beliefs. You have been warned. Blog is Poly, Multiship, OC, and LGBTQIAP+ friendly. May also contain NSFW elements!

[ask-themastergama]

Another hastily wrapped package arrives in Gama's mailbox. Attached is a note.

Sorry it's late. I had to get some help finding the best quality. I figured you'd have some interest in what humans were using for makeup these days. Have fun experimenting.

Glad to have you back, old comrade.

-- Touya

Gama's departure cuts short as he stops at his mailbox, once more finding its lid slightly ajar due to the size of the package jutting out of it. He eyes the box curiously, lips puckering in a pout. "Hnn, perhaps I should acquire a larger box..." Leaning in, he examines the package carefully, eyes zeroing in on the note attached to its exterior. He reaches for this first. Perhaps an explanation was within.

As he reads Touya's note, his eyes widen and his jaw tightens, "Human makeup?? What-" Gama snatches the package from the mailbox, and as with the first one, turns it over to pull the drawstring open and unfurl its paper wrapping. Inside he finds... Well, he's not entirely sure what this is, but there are several small discs of pigment in various colors, light and powdery, a few tube that turn to reveal various colors of waxy sticks in shades of red and pink, and a brush with bristles all around, covered in a black goo that smells rancid. "Touya, what is this??" He grimaces. Touya knew of his distaste for the way humans bastardized makeup. Why would he give him some as a gift? Gama has half a mind to throw it away, but since it is a gift... A grumbling sigh. Gama lifts the...the tiny, sorry excuse for a brush and opens one of the palettes. What's this one...eyeshadow? He wasn't about to put this ON his eyes, that seems ridiculous! The human woman in the picture has painted her brow just above her eyelids green. Hmm... He gingerly dips the brush into the green hue and swivels it around. It catches on the bristles, glittering - oh gods, what is this shiny stuff in there?? Reluctantly, he closes his eyes, and with practiced strokes, applies the powder to the space between his eye and his brow. Gama returns to dip his brush a few more times in the pigment before he's covered both eyelids and brows completely. He opens his eyes. He doesn't feel any different...any stronger. His frown wrinkles further. "Hmm." Gama opens the little mirror inside one of the palettes and holds it up to himself. He blinks, expression softening at the sight of the emerald green rash flanking his eyes. He looks...slightly impressed. "This is...a good color. If I combine it with my blood, maybe I can make something useful of this..."