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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 11:49 pm
The only thing Makoto could say for himself was that he had not planned on ending up here. Wherever here was.
The demon was, as usual, bored. The fuel of most of his entertainment had diminished over the last few days, and apart from terrorizing cats and stepping on crows, he'd found himself little more than aggravated by his surroundings, and despite TK's vies for him to get more interested in the exploration of the grounds, he'd merely wandered until he'd found someone to torment. Or wandered for the sake of getting back to his room, considering as of now and as of the past seven hours, he was undeniably and absolutely lost.
The demon dorms, after all, while luxurious, were absolutely massive, and made finding his room difficult if not ridiculously impossible on some days. Thankfully, sleep was boring and what little he had in his room was usually either used to torment Shoji or for relaxation. However, it did prove difficult when everywhere else in the dorms was just as boring as everything inside of his room, and between the two, he most definitely preferred his room.
Rumbling a distinct sound of aggravation, Makoto turned to the nearest door and jostled the handle. When it proved unlocked (whether Makoto picked it through sheer will power or not), the Inugami pushed the door open and stepped without pre-amble into the room. While proper greetings were a necessity with clientele, they were about as useful around the school and other demonkin as they were in a fight to the death. "Konbanwa." He rumbled smoothly to the occupant of the room, his lips turning up into a dangerous grin.
Molan was in for an eventful night.Raja i aM REALLY BAD AT INTRO POSTS I AM SORRY
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:09 am
Molan was happily reading on his bed, something about trapping and whatnot. The field trip had earned him a slightly interested in the topic, so he was curious. There were some very ethical traps, and some less so. He was more interested in the ethical traps and what was to be found in the scarefari himself, seeing as he... didn't mind expanding his little collection. It was a collection now. He'd found a new creature recently, in large numbers. Well, he'd learned of them from a book. Shions. The little things were somewhat rare, but not so much he couldn't find them. Which led to him getting quite a few to adopt. They had a love of small round things, and he'd managed to find appropriate bells to give them to play with instead of the marbles they usually carried. Which led to a bit of a noisy room, but in such a way he enjoyed it.
Such was bliss.
He idly flipped to the next page, his ear flicking at the sound of the things running about on the floor. Many were younger, so they had a ton of energy as it was. Still, they seemed bright enough to know when to get out from under foot, and not to try and chew on his books. Which worked well for him really, it meant his life was simpler. Even if more pets made it complicated.
Then suddenly all the various sets of eyes minus his own seemed to turn toward the door, hearing something he was too lost in his book to notice. A low yip came from the gold hued Otokoyo in concern, trying to get it's keeper's attention at the time. To some success, he sat up a and cocked his head to one side with a rattle of bells just in time to see the door open.
Hadn't he locked that? Well, too late to worry about it now.
Blue eyed lifted their gaze to the figure, curious as it spoke. He didn't recognize the word, but he didn't seem... dangerous? Then again, that look on his face said otherwise. He just didn't have a weapon or... well. He was at school, so it couldn't be a big problem. He shifted, thinking he should stand if he was to have a guest, though merely offered a brief word of greeting to the Inugami as he cautiously watched him. He didn't particularly like having people come in his room without permission, but he should be polite. He probably just had a question, or was lost. Something like that. And he'd have to apologize soon anyone, at least three shions had scampered over to look at the new 'thing' in their domain at his entrance. Well that's what Makoto got for entering rooms randomly. Attacked by small fuzzy things.
"Can I help you with something?" Not that Molan could be that helpful, seeing as he was pretty new to this place himself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 4:59 am
"Hmm."
Makoto glanced around the room in mild observation, though it seemed short-lived and his gaze soon turned to Molan. The gold of his eyes seemed to pulse a sickening glow, his long tail turning back and forth in a slow wag. "That remains to be seen." He returned with a smile that seemed truly mocking, his ears folding back and his fangs flashing just beneath the dark of his lips and the tan of his skin.
He glanced down at the shion's with brief amusement, his tail flicking out to push at a few that came too close. Even he had minipets in his room (it was, after all, a commonplace thing in Amityville, it seemed), but the amount of the one breed in Molan's room seemed almost excessive. A low, vibrating laugh echoed in the hollow of his throat, though he tired of the attention quickly and shut the door behind him in one fluid motion, stepping over the shions and striding across the room with a languid, predatory pace. "Ah," He murmured, his voice thick with amusement as his eyes raked over the fox's form. "So, what do we have here? I imagine you are at least interesting enough appearance-wise that if we'd met before, I would have at least remembered you."
Makoto seemed either ignorant to the fact that he had just waltzed in uninvited, or he simply didn't care. He folded his hands beneath the long folds of his robes, the dark red silk accented by vibrant gold trim and elegant, spiraling patterns. His mouth curved into a slow, calculating smile, and he seemed nearly completely at home despite the fact that he had all but invaded some random demons room.
"I am usually not one for formal introductions, but I suppose it shall speed up our - ahh - greetings." Makoto continued on lightly, tilting his head at Molan. "I am Reizei Makoto." He tilted himself into a mocking bow.
"And you are?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 6:50 pm
Perhaps it was the odd look in his eye, or choice of words, but something about the man's demeanor reminded him of the vultures he met at those social gatherings. To a degree. Certainly, something was off, but it put him on edge, causing the Isukun to draw himself up to a more respectable posture. He wasn't sure what to expect of the boil, but a little alarm in his head went off. Mainly one that said 'don't do something that might get back to your father.' It was the wrong kind of alarm, but at least he was on guard. "You're unsure?" He replied, brushing a fold off his robes back to order since he'd been lazing about.
He had to wonder, why did the Inugami set him off when his posture wasn't necessarily aggressive. He knew full well that a tail swaying easily from side to side was more contented behavior, yet the look on the fellow's face had put off the ringing of bells in his head. Really, it was quite confusing. Then again, what in this school didn't baffle him?
The small creatures, which had come to investigate Makoto did shift back at being brushed aside with his tail, one giving something of an audible squeak at it. Apparently that one disliked being told 'no.' Many of the ones that had not roamed over seemed to move back out of the way, obviously not keen on being next to be shoved away. They took back to their usual corners or nooks, but merely watched. The last few seemed to get the idea they weren't wanted as well as the man easily moved past them, and made their way to a side. The army had fled. A small victory for Makoto.
Well minus the one who'd made a noise. That one, a brightly colored peacock looking one, merely sat in it's spot indignantly. Obviously it wasn't impressed.
Molan's gaze had fallen as the boil stepped over his pets, noting that at least he hadn't hurt them. He'd been careful enough, which was a plus and earned a small wave of his own tail. More appreciative than anything. He could respect someone for getting along with the tiny creatures. Though only a brief moment later his eyes snapped back up to the man, noting that, while cautious of the pets, there was potential reason to be concerned with the stranger. The way he moved, and looked. He knew why he'd felt cautious, though he'd been wrong initially. This wasn't a vulture. A vulture merely picked at what was offered to it. No, this man was of the more dangerous social class. A hawk that found prey and destroyed it, should there be a need. There was no timid, careful nature. He exuded confidence. This fellow, reminded him a bit of his father.
Not particularly a good thing. It was more dangerous than anything else, because even he hard difficulty matching that man. And his father had little need to make a mess of him. If this fellow was here for information, this was going to be quite the fumble he had made with leaving the door unlocked. Because it was always an uphill battle with the more astute of the social type. "Then we have not met, for certainly I would have recalled you as well?" He replied slowly, his voice even as he could make it. This, was going to be a match of not doing something to ruin the family reputation. Or so was his thought.
It was odd how the boil had worded that thought, what did his appearance mean of anything? He was here specifically due to the family name, so would it not matter what he looked like? What he was? Peculiar, it didn't seem to entirely match up with his thoughts, but he could find no other reason the Inugami would set off so many warnings in his head. So it could only be that. Or so he imagined. Why else would someone just walk into his room without warning? And on that matter. "If I may inquire, is there a reason to you coming in here without invitation?" That. Was a good question as far as he was concerned.
At a glance the demon before him seemed well dressed, certainly befitting the thought he was from some known family. Style was akin to his own, though far more bright and attention pulling. A tasteful wash of reds mixed with a gold that seemed to glow against the other color. He could appreciate the good taste. He himself was as heavily clothed as per usual, though his own tones more muted. The usual blues and whites, the pattern that day a trail of white blooms seemingly on a frozen landscape. Honestly his father seemed to think is fitting due to his deceased mother's... obsession. He often chose somewhat flowery patterns for the clothes rather than one more befitting a boil. A single hand raised in an almost defensive manner as Makoto seemed far more at home than even he himself felt in his room just yet, as if he'd always been here. It was a bit off putting in all truth. Then again, that might have just been caused by the gradually appearing look the dark haired fellow was casting in his direction once more.
The next set of words, at least, did feel fitting to Molan. He preferred to avoid them himself typically, something the pair could agree on. He watched with a neutral gaze as Makoto cocked his head a bit to one side before stating his name. An odd bow, not fitting to the situation seemed to follow. No, it didn't seem to exude any form of respect, though the ice demon really didn't expect any. This fellow meant some form of trouble, but not he was far more confused. The name didn't mean anything to him. No family he knew to be wary of came with it. This didn't match up at all with his thoughts. Reizei Makoto? He'd never heard the name, which meant... Was he just a random passerby?
But then why was he worried?
"I tire of such formalities more often than one could recall." He replied clearly, offering a small dip of his head in a similar gesture as his tail flicked a few times in agitation with the whole situation. "I would be Molan Threepwood." He followed up with the second bit almost as soon after, still trying to figure out just what this man wanted with him or his room. And who he was.
Should he still be worried even?keiifuu Here I am slow and this is my fail for you. /failz
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 1:13 am
"That is not for me to decide." Makoto replied breezily, his eyes raking over the room with a candid assessment that seemed to bore almost immediately. His long tail swayed and stilled, ears flickering for sound. The other seemed undoubtedly raised as a proper demon of high society; polished and proper and all manner of boring. Quite possibly he had layers to him. Skins to peel away with words and whatever else was needed for the job that might reveal to Makoto something of mediocre entertainment value beneath. For now though, he seemed just as simple and brooding as the rest of Makoto's brethren. Sullen and proud and private. "But I imagine if we had, our conversation now might be far more interesting."
The sound of disappointed Shions seemed to rouse a creature nestled into the fur of Makoto's clothing, and after a moment, a head appeared against the smooth dark silk of Makoto's shoulders, followed by a body. The masked sprite blinked owlishly, watching the commotion with sleepy eyes before turning its stare downwards at the one at Makoto's feet, nearly indignant at the show of defiance. The demon himself didn't seem phased by the procession of minipets, his ears flickering before they settled again, pointed to attention.
If he could have read Molan's mind, he might have laughed. He was most certainly not a vulture. A carnivore, though, perhaps. A hungry, insatiable beast that paraded in the skin of a demon, seeking, tearing, ripping, destroying what it could - and for what? Pleasure. Entertainment. Makoto was a hungry beast, and what amused him was only ever temporary. A starburst of interest dulled after too long in the company of it all. He could play all of the games of demon upper crust society. From those of a physical nature to those that harbored a necessity for a talent with words.
The next question merely made Makoto raise a brow, his mouth opening into a low hum; a sound of intrigue, but not that of a sort that seemed innocent. "You're asking the wrong questions." He replied mildly, eyeing the other with the beginnings of amusement. Though it seemed an almost dark look. Not one given to another demon on equal footing but an animal in a cage, a lowly creature meant to dance and juggle at his command. "There are far more interesting answers to seek out. Why I am here and what reasoning I have for coming in without an invitation seem almost a dull and boring matter to discuss." His lips curled upwards into a slippery, fox-like shadow of a grin. "Oh, don't tell me you are as simple and boring as the rest of them though. That would be a shame."
It wasn't a surprise to Makoto, nor really of any interest or consequence, that his name did not ring a bell. Demons came from all over, and his family hailed from the far reaches of Halloween. They were not known politicians or stiff businessmen. They operated their own game built up and dressed as a business. They pleasured the rich and the wealthy with their businesses, and fed on the greed and corruption that weltered within every demons bones. It was, to them, all a game. A bright illusion of grandeur set up to snare those with money and power and milk them for their worth. The Reizei family, to those that knew of them, were a family not to be trifled with. Their business, while elegant and sharp and finely dressed, was operated by tricksters and masters of wordplay. And to cross them and be caught... well. That was something that Makoto himself didn't care to think about on most days.
Sighing, Makoto raised a hand, allowing the seeker on his shoulder to nuzzle against the outstretched claws. "Ah, but demon society is so uppity about them. Such tedious things." Makoto shook his hand, stepping towards the other with an air of hunger and predatory ease.
"Now," He rumbled, raising his chin just slightly, his lips parting into a dangerous grin. "What sort of trouble shall we get up to?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 11:58 pm
A brow arched at the comment as, frankly. Nothing this boil was saying made much sense to anyone... well aside from himself obviously. Molan was left delightfully in the dark as he merely commented on how much more interesting their conversation would be if the pair was more enlightened. Internally he was a bit annoyed, working to avoid his ear twitching down to match the grimace he was fighting off. How splendid the boil was for keeping all the seemingly boundless answers to himself. How generous. "Certainly, such knowledge would benefit the both of us in that context." He would have far more to say if he knew the entire reason for all of this. In truth it might not be good, but knowledge was a powerful and heavily influencing things. And right now, he lacked the form of it he needed to properly gauge the situation.
Obviously.
The single shion remaining didn't seem all that impressed by the masked sprite. Rather it bristled a bit at the 'foreigner' in it's stomping grounds. It was, in fact, another halloweeners pet. This didn't bode well. Someone else to steal the attention, spotlight, and affection. Nope, it wanted that. So the look it received was replied with with a second indignant squeak before it quickly turned to prance off. Hah. Showed that sprite.
Still, even if he wasn't aware of who, or where the fellow came from. Nor even what he truly desired. One thing was true. Political family or not, Makoto reminded Molan of his father. In a daunting manner, he held the stature of one who should be respected for the sheer damage he could cause with the correct choice words, a look, and mere presence. Which was bad. Because, while this wasn't public, the Inugami had no other distraction to draw him away. It was a bit like being grilled by his father when that set of piercing eyes fell back on him. Though thankfully, being used to it meant the stiffening of his back as he worked to hold that neutral look. Anything less was weakness. ...even if it was hard to hold.
I would be so bold to say, I feel they're accurate, valid questions. Far from wrong." The words slipped out easily, a slight tilt of his head at the last few words. "Boring? Certainly socialites may entertain many of the same-" He paused, eyes narrowing a moment as he searched for a word better than 'useless habits' before continuing within a moment. "-hobbies. They may converse on similar topics, but to claim they are all so boring." He offered a bit of a smile at that point, attempting to hide any unease with his own attempt at mocking the other a bit. "Perhaps you're even a touch too proud and sure of your position" After all, he still believed there to be political ties somewhere in all of this.
In truth it was a bit hard for Molan to grasp the concept that one might not recognize their family's name. Not in an egotistic manner, it was merely that all in the region he lived knew it. It was a long running family. Known for politicians and fair judgements. While wealth was in their background, they weren't know to be avaricious or over indulgent for the most part. Frightening as he was, their father was a fair man in all reality. Which led to a good bit of respect. And something the Isukun has to live up to in the long run. There were shadows in any background, skeletons in every closet. Theirs, though, was essentially clean. Sparkling and prepared for every stain they could inflict. Which was why he'd been warned never to be the one to take a proverbial axe to it. "It is... socially acceptable behavior." He stated, hesitating as he watched the interaction with the pet. Cute little thing that it was. In all honesty, he'd let it slip that his gaze was more turned to the sprite than the actual being before him. Though quickly shifted again as Makoto moved closer. His own foot drew back a pace, a frown evident on his face. "I'm not certain I follow."
Trouble was a bad thing. A very bad thing. There was that sledgehammer ready to fall it seemed.
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