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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 1:02 am
•ⓔⓥⓔⓡⓨ•ⓝⓘⓖⓗⓣ•  A Ьєαů†їƒůℓ Night. A ∂єєp Night. A §†αяяy Night. A cℓєαя Night.
Every night, a new client. Every night, a new face. Every night, a new job. For a young onnagata, he must balance both his real job and side job. Acting, performing, and dancing may be fun, but it barely brings in payment. The young actor must take a side job as a prostitute to help get by every night. On a special night, Hyakki Yakou, his theatre group must prepare for a large audience of demons of all kinds, and, hopefully, not disappoint else they may just be in danger of death. Through the performance, the young actor tries to ignore the abundance of ugly faces of the deformed monsters before him, but he can't help to notice a beautiful/handsome face among them. Being calmed by the less-demonic features of this strange demon, the night continues on well. For the last hours of the night, the kabuki actor leaves to backstage, ready to leave for home, however he is called upon specifically by one of patrons who watched the play. The youth, reluctant and unable to remove his clothes and make up in time, goes to see who had requested him, only frightened by the appearance of the demon he had seen before, requesting specifically for him to perform again. From the on forth, a new kind of prostitution is given to the young actor, exploiting his acting to this demon every night he is called upon. Every night, he tries to pull away but only feels more drawn to the handsome/beautiful monster who is seemingly entranced by either his lithe figure or fluid movement in his silent acting.
A ℓøиєℓy Night.
A sїℓєи† Night.
A ¢øℓ∂ Night.
A ∂αяk Night. 
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 1:07 am
•ⓡⓤⓛⓔⓢ• ----------------Be Literate; No Godmodding-----------------Follow TOS---------Title PM me "Hyakki Yagyou" to join ---------------------A decent, 2+ paragraph post with colour, pic, and font●○● ●○● ●○● ❝ You play the demon. Neko/Inu/Wolf/etc 'cute' anthro actually don't exist in folklore. ❞❝ This takes place in a more ancient, AU, Japan. Partial tradition is much preferred. ❞ ❝ 'Kitsune' in folklore are actually female, however if you can find a good pic, I might agree to it. ❞❝ Semi-realistic picture; doesn't have to be a photo. ❞ ❝ I may sound strict, but I'm actually pretty lenient on a lot of things. ❞●○● ●○● ●○● In the PM, Send me;
Two colours to represent your character
A character picture
Character Name
Gender
Age
Nicknames (if any; if not, just first name will do)
Character's liking (men, women, both, etc)
How tall character is (cm, feet & inches, or both)]
A 3-4 worded quote
What personality is like
A 4-6 worded quote
One or two paragraph Bio
and finally 5 'secrets', even if they're small, about your character
In. This. Order.
((I have a format premade; also, some demons don't have names, they just go by their race; ex. Kyuuketsuki, Inari, Akaoni, etc))
I'm Here
❝ ƒøяєvєя ❞
And
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 1:29 am
• Ⓣⓔⓡⓜⓘⓝⓞⓛⓞⓖⓨ•...may be edited along the way...Onnagata 「Kabuki actor who performs female roles」Hyakki Yakou「Night Parade of a Hundred Demons; a summer night where demons take over the streets」 Kagema 「Male prostitute; slang」Yukata 「Casual kimono without hanging sleeves」Furisode「Formal kimono worn mostly by young or unmarried women; Long sleeves」Kanzashi「Hair ornaments」Fundoshi「Typical male undergarment」Oni「Japanese ogre」Tengu「Dog-like or bird-like gods worshipped in Shinto beliefs」Hikinuki「On-stage costume change. It's very pleasing and magical to watch, to me」Seri「Stage lift」Sagi Musume「A famous kabuki play; 1), 2), 3)」Shimasen「Sitar-shaped instruments, traditional to Japan」Shakuhachi「Japanese flute」Lee Jun Ki「The Korean guy I used for my first picture ^^; 」
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 1:43 am
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...Dance, Dance Madly...
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I am quiet and so very shy, but I love to be in front of people to dance and act. When I put on my mask of make up, I am a different person. I do not like speech and prefer not to talk on stage as I feel it ruins the beauty of the performance. I like to entertain and be entertained. I would like to say I try to be warm-hearted, but I am callously biased towards all demons. Demons burned my first home and left me and so many others to just die. I do not like the cold, I'd prefer to be burning than freezing. I might take things for granted, it’s a bad habit of mine. I'm afraid of spiders and even their webs, or at least the idea of being caught in one.
Like half of my generation, I've seen death and destruction by demons and monsters, so blood doesn't scare me. However, the idea of it happening again sends more than just a chill down my spine.
…Two Souls Met on this Midnight Stage…
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вιoɢrɑρнy⋮⋮
I had always loved to perform in front of others, and my mother, being a retired geisha, thought it was wonderful of me. I had begun training in the art of Noh, but I did not like the masks. It wasn't long before I started to train for Kabuki instead, to my father's disapproval. The elegant robes and elaborate make up made me fall in love with it. I followed every detail, every line, every order precisely. I was possibly seventeen when I finished and became a true actor, and due to my femininity I became an onnagata, specifically. Not that I had minded, I enjoyed the elaborate furisode. But it wasn't long until a hot summer night, demons had began to crowd the cities in a rampage, destroying most of our homes and killing many. My mother was killed and my father was unable to support himself and I. I left my father because he was unable to support us both and I went off to continue with Kabuki. Without a show every night, however, I was unable to support myself and had to stoop to the level of prostitution. Clients enjoyed my beauty when I was dressed up, so I was able to gain enough for essentials and eventually saved up enough to live in a simple shelter. My profession as an onnagata is everything to me, now.
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What hasn't been said:
[ ❖ ] When I was little, I wanted to be a geisha. [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I do not like sweat or get goosebumps. [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I think my voice is too effeminate. [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I'm a klutz when I'm off-stage. [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I hate the summer months. [ ❖ ]
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Amatsu ✺ Mikaboshi
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●●●_____I've survived for _____»__________ eternity _____●●●
●●●_____I have other names like_____»__________ Akki_____●●●
●●●_____I happen to like_____»__________ men or women. They all have something I like. _____●●●
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"You can sleep when you're dead."
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I pride myself on my status-powerful. Very few go against my will, and those who do, rarely survive my wrath. The ones that do, become my loyal friends. I dislike humans- they are stupid and weak. However, that does not mean that they are not pleasing to the eye. Demons are hideous, and have no beauty about them. But humans- they have a grace and elegance to their feeble bodies that I crave to control. I am told I have a sharp tongue and an even sharper mind. I demand excellence. I do not have the patience for ignorance. I do enjoy a cunning match- a game of skills. Challenge me if you dare, we will see who will come out in victory.
"Perfection does not deserve punishment."
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вιoɢrɑρнy⋮⋮
I am Amatsu Mikaboshi- God of Evil. Humans forget this. They need to be reminded of my status. I am tired of being called a simple Oni. I am much stronger than those small Tengu and Oni's. My name means the August Star of Heaven, how that translates into a simple demon befuddles me. I can only come to the conclusion that humans have forgotten their place in the world, have forgotten who is in charge. They have become ignorant of their place. I am sure to remind them. I have been around since the beginning of time, causing trouble and wreaking havoc throughout the ages. I have been drawn out of my peaceful realm thanks to those pesky mortals. However, if not for their stupidity, I would not have found the beauty that dances in the Kabuki. Surely, it is a reward for my troubles.
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My secrets will cost you:
[ ❖ ] I only allow a select few to call me "Akki" [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I enjoy Kabuki more than I lead on. [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I really do have a favorite food: Unagi [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I prefer the colder seasons more than the hot ones. [ ❖ ]
[ ❖ ] I do not harm children. [ ❖ ]
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 4:57 pm
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Kyoshi ✺ Tanaka
Chaos was all there was. Everyone was trying to get into their stage help costumes and several tried to help him with his own costume. The stage was above them , and he was to go on first. He would be the only one on the stage, other than help for the hikinuki. Although their performance had been planned long before they knew this would be the night of Hyakki Yakou, he still felt as if he had been thrown out into wilderness to die. A mistake could cost him his life, he knew. Finally, with the layers of the red juban, white wedding kimono, and an obi of pitch black, Kyoshi could finish applying his makeup. The stage help gathered his incredibly long hair, all helping in a fast progress, pinning strands here and there and kanzashi decorating the top to soon be covered by a white hood. Sighing, Kyoshi peered into the mirror before him, touching the side of his partially covered face. Scurrying to the seri, or stage lift, all wished him luck.
The soft sound shimasen, shakuhachi, and various drums filled the stage as the lift then rose by rope and pulley. Bits of fake snow fell from the roof as Kyoshi then came to the stage., his back to the audience with a parasol over him. Turning to face all the demons that crowded the floor, Kyoshi felt a pit in his stomach. Nonetheless, he continued on, holding a stoic, stage expression. The play, Sagi Musume, went on, although half way through, when it was time for the hikinuki, the lights lit up the stage. The white layer had been pulled off swiftly, revealing a beautiful, bright red kimono and the obi now covered in snowflakes.
Kyoshi looked out into the audience, regretting it immediately. So many deformed faces… But the young male could not help but see one that seemed more human. Sharp features and piercing eyes still gave Kyoshi the impression he was still a demon. How else could a beautiful person be able to stay alive in the crowd of demons like that? Averting his gaze, the onnagata continued his performance, holding gently onto the furisode sleeves as he twirled and danced modestly. Pausing, Kyoshi tilted his body in one direction and his head in another, innocently, batting his lashes. The tragic play carried on as Kyoshi danced in fluid movement, so very aware of all the burning gazes at him. He stole a glance to the mysterious demon who carried a human form.
Kyoshi was thankful for the layers of white on his face and the distance from the audience to hide the faint heat that would have lit his cheeks. By final part of the play, Kyoshi was then changed again; his hair disheveled and his layers thick. With the tempo of the music becoming rapid and the dance matching the pace, the play neared its end. Kyoshi lowered himself, kneeling on the stage before slowly laying himself down, indicating the death of his character. As the stage was quickly covered by black, Kyoshi sighed and smiled to those who came to help him up and out of the heavy layers. All congratulated him on the performance, and he himself was glad to not have been slain by the demons. Had the play really been so moving to them? The first few layers were removed before Kyoshi broke away from the stage help, wanting a moment to breath as he made his way back stage. He ignored all the noises and sounds, wanting to keep to himself. The onnagata hadn't realized how incredibly fast his heart was beating until that moment. It nearly made him sick, the sudden realization of it all. How nervous he felt, the demons all with their devilish gazes on him. And that one handsome face. Kyoshi touched his lips shyly, wondering if he would be able to steal another glance at the charming creature.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 9:07 pm
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Amatsu ✺ Mikaboshi
Why had he granted permission of those lowly imbeciles to escort him to the Kabuki theater- he had no idea. Maybe it was just his lack of ambition to actually do the killing himself if the show displeased him. Yes- he could talk himself into the reason. His time was much more valuable-he would let his underlings do his work- as he had them do often. More importantly, why must the lowly demons surrounding him have such a lack of knowledge and respect for the traditional art the humans had created to worship, and pay attribute to the gods. It was such an annoyance to see the surrounding Oni's staring off into the heavens, even before the show began. It was an utter disappointment- and you could see that from the demons fierce glare. They would surely suffer greatly after the show. And for their sake, he hoped they would keep their head on so he could enjoy himself. The demon had heard great many things about this one theater- especially of the lovely Onnagata whom danced with such fluidity that it was almost unearthly. This he wanted to see with his own eyes- could this onnagata be more than a simple human? The likely-hod of that was very slim.
He was Amatsu Mikaboshi- the God of Evil. Of course, over the thousands of years, he was nearly forgotten as a God- thought of as a simple Demon. He was far from it. After being cast away from the Shrine by Amaterasu-Omikami herself- he had lost his footing in the world. However, that did not mean he lost his status, or power. No, he simply thought of it as a blessing. He had no one to please, no one to answer to, no rituals to follow. Yes, it was a gift to no longer hold ties with the other Gods. He was free to do as he wished. And what he wished was to view this acclaimed Kabuki show uninterrupted by his other wise oblivious followers. That seemed like it was going to be a very difficult thing to achieve, as as soon as the lights had been blown-out int he theater, their rowdiness rose ten-fold. He would not stand for that. "SILENCE" His voice carried no further than when it left his lips- a silent, yet stern order that was heard by all his minions. Their instant compilence was easy noticed, but washed away quickly as the stage curtain rose.
The show had begun, and Mikaboshi was instantly drawn to the lithe creature standing as still and silent as the falling flakes of snow around it. It was beautiful, and the creature had yet to raise its face to the crowd. It began to move- and if it was possible, Mikaboshi found himself in a trance from such a ethereal scene. He no longer cared about the ugly demons surrounding him. His entire focus was on the human-yes definitely human, dancing as graceful as a cheery blossom falling blissfully from it's branch at the first spring wind. He had never seen a human move and look so lovely, that even the most beautiful god would find it a challenge. And with that, he reasoned he would keep this Onnagata for himself. He continued to watch the dancer with his sharp eyes, never leaving the enchanting body even once. This Onnagata had a great deal of respect for the Kabuki, for the Sagi Musume had never been preformed with such precise and practiced movements. This human was worth keeping.
As the disheveled Onnagata slipped onto the stage floor in an elegant, yet blissfully torn manner- the show ended. And Mikaboshi was eager already to see more from the stunning creature that had surely already been whisked away off stage. His eyes never left the stage as he slowly stood, the demons around him following suit. He ordered them to leave, to be on their way. He would no longer need them for the time being. The God would call for their assistance if needed- and they never truly were. As the demons vanished from the theater as quickly as possible- Mikaboshi found himself striding effortlessly towards the back stage, where he was sure to find his little treasure. As soon as his presence as realized, the stage hands and help bowed out of his way before scurrying away out of sight- they feared the demon. A path was made quickly, like a parting ocean before him as he descended farther into the back of the theater, until he found what he had been searching for. The disheveled Onnagata, catching their hurried breath from a fierce performance. Mikaboshi stood silent in the shadows, enjoying the simple scene before him- like a private show all of his own. Those slim fingers just barly a breath away from touching those red lips. He wanted to hear them speak-only for this once.
"A lovely performance, my sweet Onnagata." The gods voice filled the small space with such a warm and inviting tone- yet tempting all the same. Mikaboshi stepped out from the shadows to reveal himself to the dancer, bowing his head lightly. "Surely a human could not dance as perfect as you did tonight? You must have a God helping you." Mikaboshi tempted, moving slowly about the small area, as if stalking his prey- a coy smile playing on his handsome human-like features. He really was no demon. "As I enjoyed your dancing so much, I think it wise of you to dance for me- and myself alone as I call for it. Of course you will be paid for your services, however-if you refuse or displease me, I assure you, it will be the last time you dance for any others eyes to see." Mikaboshi's tone grew darker as he stepped closer to the human- a young male as he could see as he was closer now. The god would not take no for an answer.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 4:57 pm
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Kyoshi sighed to himself, rubbing the back of his neck from the weight of the accessories that had riddled his hair. He was so worried about perfecting the performance, he had forgotten to enjoy it himself. A wonderful play wasted, to him at least. But standing there now he assumed the demons must have enjoyed themselves somewhat, if he was not dead yet. Shaking his head gently, his thin fingers slid through loose strands of tied back hair. With a sudden, strong voice, the onnagata jumped, gasping silently at the unfamiliar voice. His eyes studied the creature that had appeared before him without his knowledge and immediately he thought of how incredibly lovely the demon looked. Within the same moment, Kyoshi reminded himself this thing was a demon, and quickly, his eyes became subtly cold, hoping to not offend the evil god and be slain. If, that is, the evil spirit had not come to rid of him, personally.
Trembling fingers returned to his rosy lips, his brows furrowed and slowly turning upward into slight worry and confusion. He looked at the demon's eyes, the compliments made his face heat up lukewarmly and swiftly he turned his glance away, feeling rude to have even bothered to see the evil spirit at his face. Tugging at the inside of his long sleeves, Kyoshi played with a thin lock of hair, twirling it back and forth. He felt the creature's eyes on him; anxiousness running his body. The actor vowed to not say a single word, in his mind, but it had not lasted as the evil god presented an offer- an order more like it. Hastily, Kyoshi looked at the creature with his wide eyes, sucking in his lips for a second.
Frightened by the creature's presence, his spite leaving him, Kyoshi let his expression return to stoic, or as much as he could in his situation. Dancing for this demon's eyes, alone? He thought he would rather die than serve a demon, but thinking it over again in a moment, his love of Kabuki gained the better of him. Besides, what choice did he have? And he would be paid, as well. Paid by a demon? He hoped that meant what wasn't what was on his mind, giving his body away to the demon in heated contact. As the god stepped closer to him, the onnagata could not help but step his foot back once. Kyoshi parted his lips to finally speak.
"I value this art more than my life... I cannot even think of being unable to perform in front of anyone if I am dead," He murmured solemnly. "I will dance for you, kami-sama..." His silken voice carried off as he added, mentally, 'For the art of Kabuki, not for a demon.' Submissively, Kyoshi turned his head down at an angle, holding his opposite arm as his porcelain-painted neck was partly exposed. Although he was in decent shape, the play from earlier drained him severely. He felt fatigued by worry and pressure, and now added spite towards not only the demon, but the words he was given as well.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 11:38 am
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It was amusing to watch the exspresions dance all over the Onnagata's features. So different from the exspresions demons wore. Those were mostly of murder, lust, greed. But of this humans- it was angelic and peaceful. It was also enjoyable to watch as the indifferent mask was put in place once the boy realized his mistake. Very few humans had the strength to pull that off around Mikaboshi. Very few indeed. Perhaps this was becoming more of a good idea by the minute. He was a wise God after all-even if he was evil.
Mikaboshi watched the young man carefully, studying every inch of the body, every small action and detail. The onnagata was becoming more and more delicious by the moment. It would be a treat when he would finally see the boy without his Kabuki makeup on- he knew the boy had to be stunning. As the dancer retreated, Mikaboshi continued to stalk forward until the onnagata was against the back wall- he loved so much to trap his possessions. Ans yes, he already considered this dancer his- and his alone.
The god reached out to grab a long lock of silken black hair, letting it twill about in his long and elegant fingers. It was a motion that was neither sincere or malicious. It was more as if he was capturing his prey. "A very wise choice. I am very pleased with this. Now.." The God of Evil stared transfixed at the silky hair in his fingers before bringing it to his nose to smell. He let the strand fall, bringing a finger to his lips, placing a kiss- an act not thought a demon could posses; on his finger. Mikaboshi looked straight at the onnagata, a hidden smirk behind his hand forming before disappearing as he brought his finger down and placed it rather gently onto a patch of skin that was exposed- not covered by the kabuki makeup or the lovely kimono. He let his finger rest on the nap of the boys next, just above his color bone and right on his life vein- waiting for the sting and burn the human would feel. His mark- his mark of possession. It was faint, as to not be seen by the eyes of humans, but it was there.
"I shall leave you now- you will need your rest for your coming show. You will know when I am to arrive, my sweet Onnagata." And with that, Mikaboshi stepped back and was gone into the dark. He was anxious for the first time he would have the dancer all to himself- he would need to prepare a few things before. He would need to know more about the onnagata as well. The dancer was his now- he would not stand for it if his possessions were not well taken care of.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 8:34 pm
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Kyoshi ✺ Tanaka
Kyoshi stiffened lightly as the demon had taken strands of his hair, blushing faintly underneath the layered white mask of make up he wore. Being so close to the evil spirit, he felt immensely anxious; even more so as the demon pressed the tip of his finger to his chest. The one he had kissed moments ago. Momentarily, Kyo had thought of it as some strange endearment, but the burning against his skin had begun, causing a quick and mild yelp to leave his throat. Quickly, he held his tongue but subconsciously knocked the demon's hand from his chest, covering the burning area. He side stepped as best as best he could, wanting the god to leave already. Although, he couldn't help but think of how marvelous the creature looked. His jaw was tight as he cautiously watched the demon, holding his kimono layers tightly shut. With the last words the demon had given him, the onnagata felt a deep worry in the pit of his stomach before the evil god disappeared before his eyes.
Exhaling, Kyoshi hadn't known he was holding his breath. What did the demon mean? Would the mark burn like it did before? Still, Kyo didn't like the idea of serving this creature in any way, but what else could he do? Kabuki was his life. Thankfully, no human patrons had come to buy his time and body for the night. Who would dare show their face on this night, anyway? Tired and dearly weary, the actor released the clenched silk before walking back to his original position. He stripped off the layers, folding the sets neatly before using the water that had been placed for him earlier during the performance to wash his make up. Finding his normal clothes, Kyoshi quickly slid them on, undoing his hair to let it fall gently down his back. He looked behind him, wondering if the demon truly was gone. It sent chills in his spine to think of him, but it warmed his face, too. Kyoshi touched his still-damp face gently, wondering if he should wait for the demon. Scoffing at the idea, he simply found his sandals and began to head out, taking a few protective sutra with him to help ward off certain pesky oni. Taking all his clothes, he made sure every part of the costume was with him. His plain yukata was a dull blue-ish grey in colour and his hair tied back accordingly. Although effeminate, he looked more masculine this way than how he usually dressed. He felt too exhausted to worry about appearances as he headed home. It was far off, but luckily not on the other side of the town like most of the actors of the area. He had snuck out without much acknowledgement from the others, which was fine to him.
Along the streets, he saw many demons and spirits; some kind, others tricky, and even more that were vile. He was invisible to some of the weaker creatures as he walked down the street in silence, keeping to himself as best he could on this forsaken night. It did not last much longer as a stronger demon had shown itself; a large reddish ogre, a true oni, found him. With a grotesque grin, fangs peaking from his wide mouth, Kyoshi felt his body shiver. As the demon lifted his large kanabo weapon, Kyoshi immediately sprinted from his position, outrunning the demon hastily. The oni seemingly had little interest in him as it had not chased him, but the onnagata burst into his home and quickly shut himself in. Kyoshi peaked outside the sliding door, seeing more demons than he was comfortable with, but thankfully he did not see the red ogre. He found himself in the corner, crossing his arms as he leaned on the wall to close his eyes. He had a bed of his own, but felt less vulnerable sitting upward this way. To be honest, he wanted the god's presence, evil or not, at this moment. Anyone's presence would do. How he hated these summer nights where the demons controlled the streets.
Setting the costume pieces on the nearby table, he noticed some of his kanzashi were missing. They probably fell during his run. Thankfully, he hadn't had his more precious items with him, but it still saddened him to lose such beautiful pieces. The onnagata tried to distract himself from the current events outside, but his fingers ended up wandering back to his collarbone, touching the mark that had been left. He couldn't see anything, but he was sure he felt it. His mouth went dry as he thought of having to perform in front of the demon. Would his underlings be there as well? What would he have to perform? Losing himself in his thoughts, Kyoshi stayed leaned against the wall, letting his mind slip closer and closer into sleep. He secretly hoped this night was only a dream.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 9:53 pm
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Amatsu ✺ Mikaboshi
Mikaboshi, of course, had not really left. He merely vanished from human sight. He might have been a god, but that didn't mean he didn't want to watch his possession secretly. This way he could see the boy's true self-alone and not scared of his surroundings or audience. And what a treat he had been given. Watching the young onnagata undress was simply spectacular- he hadn't even dreamed the young dancer could be so gorgeous. It had been centuries since he had had seen a human this lovely. Made of what seemed like porcelain skin, and a delicate bone structure, that was surely feminine-but masculine enough. Mikaboshi could feel his smile spreading from a smirk to a grin. How many times would he tell himself what luck he had begotten with this little treasure. Alas- he could no loner stay and watch the onnagata. The dancer had donned his simple, and rather boring yukata, and had swiftly left the building-Kabuki gear in hand.
The god took this as his time to leave. There was no reason to stay in this dour place anymore- he was needed elsewere. The tall dark haired kami knew his Onnagata would be safe, his mark would surely repel any demon or spirit that came close enough. As much as he wanted to follow-the pull of his duties to destroy and cause havoc were more important at the moment. Yes- he was eager to cause some destruction for the humans this mild summer night. Maybe a fire at a brothel? Or a small earthquake in a city? There were so many options to choose from- ah yes. Tonight seemed like a night to induce murder....it had been a while since he had last tasted blood.
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It had been three days since Mikaboshi had seen his Onnagata. if only he could break away from the stupid mess his ignorant servants had caused over the holiday. From one blunder to another-found the god fixing their mishaps. Mikaboshi hadn't been able to get away from the morons since he had left the theater. But this was the only free and leisurely time he allowed his demons to go about their own free will- he was bound by it actually; to let them be. He hated this holiday, always causing trouble for himself. However, at last, he had locked away the idiots in a cave full of diseased rats for their punishments-as the festival was over for another year to come. The god was finally able to go and get his dancer. He called out to his mark, knowing instantly that the pull he felt was the onnagata. The boy would feel this- it would burn with as much intensity as it had the night it was given to him. Mikaboshi was soon hot on the trail, letting the tug on the mark lead him in the direction on his pet.
He was lead to a small house, too small for his liking. The location- he did not agree with either. This was no place for his Onnagata to be living. There were humans that could still touch his charge-and he would not allow that to happen. Pushing away these thoughts which angered him, the demon god stepped through the door without permission- he no longer needed it. The house was simple, it held the basics. But were his charge was- he could not see. "Come out my little Onnagata. I will not bite-this time. I wish to see you and your dance." The kami called out in a soft tantalizing voice that would lure children away from their mothers.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 4:21 pm
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Kyoshi ✺ Tanaka
Silently, the onnagata, fluttered open his eyes after stretching out his arms. Sitting up from his mat, his hand subconsciously moved to his chest. It had been a few days since Kyo had seen the demon and wondered if it had all been a surreal dream. His morning was usual with grooming himself, dressing, and starting boiling water for tea later in the day. His kimono was decorated subtly, but still elegant enough in hues of deep red and white. Waiting for the water to finish, Kyoshi whipped his hand to his chest, touching a burning mark. Looking at himself, he couldn’t see anything, but it still hurt. Small whimpers left him as he tried rubbing the sore area quickly, wanting the burning to stop. Quickly, he left to find a small cloth and dab it in cool water, using it in hope to cool the pain but it didn’t work. The pain would grow in small jolts before sinking just as quickl, repeating; Kyoshi did not enjoy that particularly.
Perhaps this was what the demon was talking about? Worried, the actor headed towards his collection of costumes. What could he perform all on his own? The onnagata grabbed a few things, slipping them on. As a final and quick result, he wore another furisode of deep red patterns from the bottom with an obi of gold and tied to the front. Underneath this laid a second costume of gold and black uroku. Tying back his hair, he scurried to find his makeup, quickly mixing what he needed. His face was painted pale white, a few added patterns around the bottom of his neck in the shape of scales. With hints of red at his eyes and lips, Kyoshi hastily set up his hair, brushing it straight down before tying the ends. Perhaps Orochi would be a good play for the demon to witness. The play of a snake demoness who demands the sacrifice of a woman more beautiful than she, only to be tempted by jars of poisoned sake that never run dry, in which make the snake woman stagger about before showing her true form and falling asleep to be slain.
Hearing the tea, the onnagata left his things and hurried, being careful to not burn himself. Perhaps some tea would calm the nervous kabuki actor's nerves. With the sudden voice of the demon, although soothing, Kyoshi jumped slightly and dropped the pot of boiling water, the pot shattering on the floor. Yelping from the heat of the steam, he quickly stepped back from the new puddle. Sighing, the actor gathered the bottom of his kimono, the edges along the bottom now slightly damp. Stepping over the water, he scurried to the main room to greet his uninvited guest. His dark coloured eyes, firstly, saw the humanly face of his guest, handsome and seemingly so charming. Shaking the thought away, he bowed deeply before returning upright. His head tilted away so he would not look at the creature. He thought it rude to have any litter in his home with a guest, demon or not, so he kindly spoke, "Please excuse me, kami-sama... I need to clean a small mess." He turned his body away, awaiting the god's approval. He would rather not find the demon's bad side.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:17 am
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Amatsu ✺ Mikaboshi
The sound of a soft yelp and the shattering of a tea kettle told the god where the onnagata was. When the lovely kabuki dancer entered the room- the demon had to hold a scowl back. The onnagata's kimono had been damaged from the water in the kettle-he assumed. But seeing the actor in his full dress and makeup made it bearable. He would have to add that to his list of things to do-get a servant for the dancer. He enjoyed seeing the variation of makeup on the young man's neck and face, such subtleties became so alluring. Yes- this onnagata had a story to tell that the demon wanted to see. And such respect for the god- this human was very special indeed.
A voice that was so hushed and sweet, Mikaboshi felt lucky to hear it from the silent actor. "I see no mess. Shall we have some tea?" The god, being all godly had simply thought the mess gone and the kettle in his hands steaming with the tea kettle- and it was done. "I would rather like to talk before seeing your art." The cool and enchanting tone of the demon like god seemed to bring a lightness to the room- despite the baleful nature of the god.((I apologize for the shortness...I'm having some inspiration issues for this post right now...grrr. Angry Birds has captivated my brain at the moment.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:26 pm
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Kyoshi ✺ Tanaka
(It's okay! I understand completely ;~; )
Kyoshi shyly tugged a few strands of hair that draped from his shoulders. He looked up at the demon, confused at his remark and looked back to see the mess gone. Tilting his head, Kyoshi still looked puzzled to what he had witnessed, but this was a god after all, so he did not question anything. "Ah-yes..." He murmured, turning back to quickly take a couple of cups for the two of them, setting them at the table in the main room. Somehow relaxed by the presence of the god, the onnagata moved cloer to him, holding out his hands. "I can pour for the both of us," He offered. Wanting to get this over with, Kyoshi added, "Do you also like noh?" Participating in the thought of conversation. Somehow he felt a pang tug at his heart, enjoying the strange company of the demon. Perhaps conversation with a god of evil wouldn't be that bad. Though, the onnagata still didn't appreciate being forced into performing for the demon.
Biting his lower lip, Kyoshi noticed he had forgotten his own headdress and fan. He'd have to remember to fetch it before he would perform. Would he be punished if he messed up in the play or forget a part? He was still afraid of the creature; spiteful and prejudice to most inhuman creatures. Demonic, horrible, dammed, monstrous... The list in his mind went on and on, his mind nearly forgetting the presence of the demon. His expression less stoic, accidentally showing his hateful dislike.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 5:26 pm
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