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 Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2019 8:20 pm
A large, stone wall surrounded, Itomori inspired estate perched at the top of a large hill. Nearly as far away as possible from where Vosian borders Itomori and the neutral grounds. Spanning nearly a hundred acres, with only some of it dedicated to the regal estate the necromancer and his dolls call home. Equipped with all the proper amenities a house would have at this time, it has many things that would be considered grossly abnormal. Hidden under the estate, a few floors down into the hill, is a collection of one of each type of lower level demon that Masuta has ever created, or been able to get his hands on, for both collection, and recreation purposes. A sort of showroom for future clientele. Adorning the hillside within the walls, wherever isn't covered in housing for the master or the barracks for some of the dolls that keep residence within the walls for protection and servitude; there is a large enchanted mass grave, full of corpses of all kinds scavenged from the constant scuffles between races from the endless wars. The bodies never go bad, and anything that should touch them without the masters permission.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2019 10:32 pm
  As the morning sun rose over the Vosian field, the master of the house rose with it. His schedule like clockwork, he woke up well rested from his pleasureful state of sleep alone. The rays of sun concealed from his peachy skin by thick decorative set of curtains purchased from Itomori. It still surprised the doll maker how a group of people as degenerate as the beastmen could create such fine tapestry. He preferred their culture far over the culture of the war mad, death embracing Vosian kingdom. Yet his allegiance. would remain there, for this was where his interests lay.
As if like clockwork, as Masuta rose from his bed, a young woman, pale in skin, walked through the room quickly with a small plate that held a lone cup of tea. Steam rose from the decorative cup as she placed on the bedside table as she went on to her next task, pulling open the curtains that shielded his room from the bright sun, illuminating the space with natural light. He stood up from his bed as the doll finished her tasks and left the room, bowing as she did which he promptly ignored as if he had something better to do. Picking up the cup of tea from it's delicate plate, he walked over to a set of pane windows that showed a view of the rest of the land he owned. The vibrant green, offset by the stony barracks where his puppets called home, and the distant view of the massive pile of corpses. Not your typical scenic view, but one that brought him great joy.
Taking a gentle sip of tea from his cup, he embraced the warmth of the flowery liquid he loved so much. Standing in his silken robe of grey and white, with little intricately woven designs in the thread, he took in a few minutes of peace that he required to work peacefully throughout the day. He needn't bother counting the minutes as they passed, his favorite doll would come for him when his time was up and the day ahead of him would call. But with no client on the line at the moment, perhaps he would have time to play with his favorite doll. It was just waiting for her to show up, as he knew she would.
With : ... tab tab At : Master Bedroom
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 1:58 pm
 ᗰᗩᛕᎥᛕᗝ ꇙᕼᎥ丅ᗩᎥ⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕥𝕒'𝕤 ℙ𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥" And I'd I try...not to bite and infect you, Because I respect you too much. That's why I'd wait until we got married. Oh, and our happiest days would be spent picking off all your friends and they'd see ... A love this deep won't stay buried..." 死 ϡ … ˀ { She did, eventually, come to him. The doll walking in after a chaste knock upon his door. Once inside, she had carried a breakfast of porridge, bread, and yet another cup of tea. Placing it in front of him on this fine morning, Makiko had seemed to have more ... life, to her than most of his dolls. But she was still just that - a doll. Her movements can be jerky and awkward, but in battle, the strength of her body was indeed useful. She guarded him with her body, blood, and reanimated soul. She had placed it upon his lap as she grabbed his task book from his desk, bringing it to him so he may refresh on the day's activities.
"Master..." She spoke softly. "It is almost Midday, being in bed for so long wastes the day...Clientele will not stand to be left waiting..." She had spoken slowly, almost painfully so. That was how she spoke. That was how she was.
She went to then pick out his outfit for the day, His usual themed attire as she laid it out on the chair next to him. She had no qualms about his dressings in front of her.
"Rage in the cage and piss upon the stage, There's only one sure way to bring the giant down. Defunct the strings of cemetery things with one flat foot on the devils wing. Crawl on me, Sink into me, Die for me, Living dead girl." Quoted
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 4:21 pm
The minutes passed in solemn silence until he could hear the gentle footsteps of his favorite doll, Makiko. Her porcelain skin had more life to it, her pink hair had some bounce, as did other parts of her. She was not his best work, but one he put effort into keeping lively in body and mind. He didn't turn to look at her as she entered the master bedroom, nor eyed the breakfast he enjoyed. His eyes locked on the sun as it lay halfway to it's crest in the sky. Placing the tray on the side table, he stood up as she spoke to him, her words irked him slightly, but he never showed signs of it unless he felt the need.
"The clientele can wait, their wars are no concern of mine rather their coin." Masuta said as he loosened his robe to let it hang open loosely, exposing a line of his flesh down the middle with no undergarments. He turned to her as she dug through his dressers for his usual attire on busy days where he was expecting company, something clean and formal. Though he always dressed this way, when clientele was involved he liked to breathe an extra sense of grace into his outfits. He approached her as she approached the chair next to him and as she dropped the clothes he stopped her in place and rested a hand on her chin delicately, in doing so the right side of his robe drooped further down lower and over his shoulder, hanging onto his toned skin by tension alone. "For I am not replaceable to them, as you are." He said then smirked as he removed his hand from her chin to brush through her hair once.
"I am not in need of reminder of my place, but it seems you are. Dolls question their masters only when asked to. I don't recall asking you, did I?" Masuta slithered lovingly as he ran the back of his hand down her cheek to her chin. He didn't wait for her to answer, he turned his back to her and grabbed at his clothing. Loosing the robe from his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor like ripped tapestry, to begin dressing himself up until he got to his shirt where he held out his arms for the doll do put it on him. He knew how she felt about him, and wanted to give her opportunities to get close while working, a master should never do anything by himself.
With : My Doll~ tab tab At : Master Bedroom
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2019 4:55 pm
ᗰᗩᛕᎥᛕᗝ ꇙᕼᎥ丅ᗩᎥ⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽⥽𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕥𝕒'𝕤 ℙ𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥" And I'd I try...not to bite and infect you, Because I respect you too much. That's why I'd wait until we got married. Oh, and our happiest days would be spent picking off all your friends and they'd see ... A love this deep won't stay buried..." 死 ϡ … ˀ { Makiko's face had shown none of the emotions as a living person would. She did have eyes filled with a hunger though, a hunger for master. To love or to eat? Perhaps both. "No Master I was not asked. I apologize for acting out of turn." She had very much looked him in the eyes when he had her chin in hand.
But she said nothing else as she grabbed the garment, beginning to dess him but terribly slowly. Her movements were also a bit jerky, her body moved as if heavy and strained. But in battle, it seemed quite the opposite. Merely to save her energy so she won't shut down.
Her fingertips felt at his skin with a different slowness though, a mean to touch, to connect, to love. A real love or a puppeteered one? Would he even know her true feelings? Likely- Master knew everything from what she could see. Always happy to serve.
"Rage in the cage and piss upon the stage, There's only one sure way to bring the giant down. Defunct the strings of cemetery things with one flat foot on the devils wing. Crawl on me, Sink into me, Die for me, Living dead girl." Quoted
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