EVERCHANGE

      “ i dunno, i guess you could say i’m only a little bit curious, “ his voice was flat like it always was, green eyes staring at the other while his tongue played with the lollipop inside his mouth, “ you’re not the first human i’ve met that has some kind of power, but i’m just wondering what exactly yours is. you don’t feel like an exorcist, nor do you feel like that half - demon little brother of mine. “ the demon king gnawed at the sucker’s stick while he lapped at the candy.

      amaimon continued his blank staring at the other man. the feeling he gave off was electrifying, it tickled at his skin like a fatal verse mixed with holy water. he felt strong, despite his appearance. he was hopeful that he could see just a glimpse of this guy’s abilities, and he could relay the information to his older brother. just something casual, of course, it would be nothing more than a daily report of his day wandering the island of japan.

OPENING JUNGLE APPLICATION…

   Derelict analysis masked by the idle expression of contemplation, as an unbound mind scoured every electronical resource available to piece together a supernatural puzzle.    Heaven above and Hell below, as they the KINGS were the unrelenting facets of humanity’s collective soul enhanced far beyond the normal spectrum, these DEMONS appeared to be judges and jurors of the race.   He could imagine, that his own existence, held together by a very very thin string of fate, would be considered... interesting, to those involved in the actual underworld. The fact that his actual true body, bound by every means necessary into a massive wheelchair, had been scouted and discovered, was also amusing - fear was not a concept he indulged, he had no need for it, but it would be best if their conversation lasted until those more trigger happy returned.

           “Curiosity is the cornerstone of progression, so perhaps we can get along.     My power is that of ‘Change’,                        I am the embodiment of humanity’s progression, of its evolution.   My powers enhance, create and destroy as per the will of those who choose to use it.           If you continue to host curiosity, then perhaps while you are enjoying your stay,                       you can download the J.U.N.G.L.E application, it is quite fun, I am sure you will enjoy it, it will also show you firsthand what sort of human I am.”

A small twinge of cherubic lips, a smile as passionless as his lack of a beating heart could ascribe.

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You appear to be confused this is in fact the opposite of what I am requesting please reconsider look I have a coupon code for free J.U.N.G.L.E points

How many points? *squints*

   A  graceful  bow  precedes  words  of  confirmation.  “  Of  course  ,  milord.  It  would  be  an  honor.  “  To  have  the  king’s  eyes  on  him  ,  and  to  finally  have  a  challenging  opponent  ,  it  would  paint  a  beautiful  sight  !

   “  Is  there  any  one  in  particular  ?  I  had  my  eyes  on  The  Blue  King  ,  Reisi  Munakata. But  if  you  would  prefer  another  ,  I  am  happy  to  obey.  “

OPENING JUNGLE APPLICATION…

 Structure, while not without merit, lacked vision - an integral part of change was that you were boundless, unchained by the shackles that those with power held against you. ORDER was simply an obstacle in the face of the effervescent expanse of human growth, perhaps this was why his beloved clansman always seemed so keen to face such an excessive wall.

    “An excellent choice. Ah? I would not presume to make such a decision in regards to your playstyle.            After all, I would want you to have as much fun as possible.

I will have Kotosaka record the attempt, please try not to hit him.”

                   CHOMP ! !    A serrated beak proves a sharp adversary to papping of a bird!

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   “  Nagare-chan ~  !  “  Your  angel  is  here  to  see  you.

  There’s a certain disregard for equivocal logic when encouraging a party member to attempt and solo any number of boss monsters on the field, but he’s certain if anyone was capable, it would be his heavenly swordsman. 

OPENING JUNGLE APPLICATION…

  Idle contemplation, pale pooled rain trickling askance with little CHANGE in outward expression - it was not often that THE GREEN KING was outside of his base of operations, even less so that he might perhaps be recognized.          But to be questioned in such an irreverent manner?                               It was interesting… but he did not know this one… he had no faith in the dreams this one carried, no way to understand the potential held within.. he was not a player of his, it seemed - but a quick analysis gave plenty of information.Though the electric monarch gazed indifferently in another direction, the ruffle of emerald feathers caused the parrot perched on a shoulder to pivot, the man’s gentle tenor emanating from the avian puppet instead.

        “At this moment in time,      I do not believe you would understand my dream, Minami Yuki.                   If you would like, you may download JUNGLE -                                    I prefer to communicate there - my User Handle is H.N.”

OPENING JUNGLE APPLICATION…

Such was the intrinsic law of life, that those with no VOICE would lack the capacity to pursue their dreams, and those who call out the loudest would have the most support in their endeavors, leaving those quiet many to be drowned out without ever getting a chance to try and ROAR.      - - Here stood a FOOL in the den of a BEAST - fire red RED RED as the day the world burned, NO BLOOD, NO BONE - not even ASH to be found in the desolate husk that was once a metropolis full of those too quiet to be heard over the cacophony of a KING. A boy who cried for a place to belong - a crow who saw a light and thought it was a treasure, unaware that the SUN WOULD BURN HIM TO THE GROUND.This was an admirable man, one who he would have welcomed at his table with open arms, such a steadfast and loyal player to his faction, making up justice to suit his needs as he saw fit.     The crackle of unharnessed currents spat at pale skin, heightened amusement in the form of excess power as a singular placid sea reflected the show of force, silent and offering no protest as the chaste collision of heat even refused to budge the Vanguard from his perch.

A split at the seams, unraveling to reveal a graveyard of pointed pearlescent headstones, as the LIGHTNING BEAST laid his fangs bare, a sudden surge ripping the shade from static locks, and he leaned forward, leather straps digging harshly into delicate white fabric.

                  “I will not, Yata Misaki.                                 I will not stop contacting you.           If you truly despise my company,                     then why would you encourage it with affection?  I did not agree to the terms of the trade before you acquiesced,                so I will be taking this kiss, and will continue to do as I please.“

        A blank avian visage, a crane of the neck and the click of a beak - he could have asked an actual bird for the all-consuming silence that emanated from the creature, if not for the quiet and obvious sigh as gentle and resigned as a distant breeze.

                  “I do not know if I am supposed to inquire back,                                      Is it a joke? If not, it is because you are not supposed to wear shoes indoors, Yatogami Kuroh.  The word ‘Staircase’ or ‘stairs’ is derived from the word for ‘Barefoot’ or ‘Stark soles’.Therefore, staircases are only inside as you would walk on them barefoot.            Steps however you may walk on with shoes, and thus , can be outside.”

                    “STUPID DOG! STUPID DOG!                                       SQUAAAAAAAAAWKKKKKKKK!!”

    Quiet contemplation, far too silent for disgust to be on the forefront of an EVERCHANGING psyche.       - - His body was not chained by the average rate of growth or even human consideration, untold POWER coursing through his veins as a means to move blood, sweat and tears throughout a far gone system.                         …. could… could he even grow facial hair…?         Iwa-san had it.                              Yukari would defeat any sort of blemish to his beauty daily.   Sukuna was beyond consideration for comparison.

OPENING JUNGLE APPLICATION…

Reliance as much of a boon as it was the DERELICT FLAME by which licked lightly at the bonds he dare not struggle against - to have utmost faith in a companion could never be considered distasteful…        - - But having the lowest DPS in your entire party due to being unable to attend a single raid was not entirely thrilling.And to be watched over by beauteous divinity, who came to him, he assumed, for his supposed strength, while his own wings were tethered to his CHILDHOOD GRAVE,was nothing short of frustration.     He would always inquire, never order, for those of JUNGLE stood as equals striving for change, and while they would call him KING at times, they were free to do as they chose.       There was a long dead boy, somewhere in the back of an EVERCHANGING mind, that cried out for AFFIRMATION, whose missing heart longed to beat along with another, who was exhausted with his machinations.   Pale lips parted, monotonous tenors failing to expel a single SELFISH request.As cherry blossoms falling in his halved vision, a cascade of twilight and forceful heat crashing against the voltaic beast’s mouth, hitching the breath from electricity-ran lungs.   Without saying a word, he had been understood.                      And without hesitation, he had been acquiesced.Currents crackled across porcelain skin, an albeit embarrassing show of heightened emotions, in place of the average flush, deep forest locks crashing against the fabric at his beloved combatant’s abdomen as soon as contact was broken.

                         “… Affirmative.                                     That is… what I wanted.”