On the contrary: I'm impervious.

ღ|| “Now, whatever makes you think I’m not human?” A soft chuckle emits from her throat as she turns to the girl fully & places her hands within her pockets. Her stance couldn’t be anymore laid back; the perfect aura of someone calm & collected; calculated in ‘spirit’ & in body.There’s a slight tilt of her head as she speaks. “Well I certainly wouldn’t want to upset you, now would I? We should be friends instead. Doesn’t that sound nice, Kaguya?

“You’re not denying it. Humans get really defensive about that sort of thing.” Definitely not a reaper of some sort, and most certainly not a kishin. “Friends? You’re starting to sound like a little brat I know. You’re definitely older though, so shouldn’t you be smarter than that?” Not a threat, just another idiot.

ღ|| “Noted. Nothin’ wrong with that.” What were Good & Evil but concepts, much like herself? Even the most vile of creatures could still open their hearts to the joy of love, and the good who stand for righteousness can at times be the most morally corrupt. Naturally…. Dove had her own moral standpoint like any other being. There were lines she did not cross & could become viciously disappointed in those who did. But this girl… she was not deserving of any of it. She was no pure soul, but to judge her & immediately dismiss her was not an option in Dove’s eyes. Everyone deserves at least one chance.

“But with that in mind, it’s an honor to have you speak with me.” Her smile lengthens and warms even further. “I’m just a peach haired stranger from out of town. Call me, Dove. …And you are?”

Most humans don’t stand out to her, the first indication that this wasn’t what this woman was. This place was a just a magnet for the unusual, wasn’t it? How much power could she get from this soul? Kaguya, despite her childish behavior, was no fool, knowing that she shouldn’t strike without knowing exactly what this was.

Even after all this time, the plant was still perfectly healthy and strong. The two items she had retrieved from the moon, a book and a vase, the only items with any real 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 to her.

I wonder why I really hated you...Was it because of 𝑯𝑰𝑴??

There was a lot of fighting, but they did have their moments where they got along. Rare, but they were there. All of that didn’t matter now, the other was gone, and it was quiet now. The only other person who had some semblance of independence, even if it was a human....

Ｉ＇Ｍ ＳＯＲＲＹ.

Was this what they felt when that old lady died? Emotions she was never supposed to have in the first place, tears streaming down her cheeks. Why now... why not cry for her ‘siblings’? Why 𝒉𝒊𝒎?

It isn’t long before she falls to her knees, her sobs filling the air, the items on the ground before her serving only as a reminder of what was gone.

“Shame?…My Dear if I was to perhaps ‘pursue’ your figure I would find it to be an utter disappointment, you are not aesthetically pleasing to me in the slightest! There is no NEED for such vulgar language tut tut~”

Perfectly normal lips peeled back to reveal a set of terrifying sharp, inhuman teeth, each one serrated much like a sharks. Death was the apex predator of this plane and he knew how to show it.

“Even so I must give him some respect, I didn’t think he would actually be able to create something that could TALK let alone insult me!~”

“FUCK you.” No need for that kind of language, but it still felt good to get it out. (How did humans decide what was considered vulgar, anyway?) The main point of why she did the things she did, she still technically got a reaction out of the other(not nearly as fun this time.)

He may have been at the top of the foodchain here, but like the honey badger, the Clown had not a shit to give. No fear, no worries, nothing but a desire to tear apart the being in front of her.

                ❝ Even now, you want to talk about opposing paradigms? ❞

     Under madness, their voice is hollow, cold. Lack of emotions on pale      features. Cold eyes devoid of the usual luster. Kid looked back at the     clown. Arms hang loosely at their sides. Usual suit replaced with a      different version complete with cravat, a dress similar to their father.      The moment she spoke, a faint smile stretched on pale features for      a few short moments. It disappeared just as fast as it appeared.

                  ❝ What do you mean? I’m still enforcing order. Simply a                   different form. Order does not stagnate the way fear does. ❞

    Here they thought she would rejoice in their casting away of the old     order, the old values they pressed on about. Why, they thought     Kaguya seemed even more annoyed. A shame really. But perhaps     actions would speak louder than words.

                   ❝ I thought all you needed was a madness to feed from. ❞

“Awfully convenient how it’s changing how you see fit. Really makes me wonder...”

𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑺𝑻?

Nothing in his eyes, no joy, no sorrow, no anger, no guilt. Yet, the brat still seemed to have a goal he cared about, that much hadn’t changed. All negativity was gone, the sort of reasons she preferred madness, and possibly the whole reason she hated the concept of his old Order. Somehow, he still managed to make this quite disturbing.

How frightening...

“Temporary sources, other types really aren’t good for us.”

Why did he care anyway? The end goal would remain the same, so it didn’t really matter whether she agreed or not.