idle transfiguration.

Muzan stepped closer.

"Lord Muzan," He answers, "I'm sure being born from emotions isn't the most interesting thing about you. You've gotten to see a bit of carnage in this alleyway."

The color of those plum cat eyes grow a few shades deeper.

The name fits odd in his mouth, like it should come with consequence and only doesn't because he's gained some sort of favor by being strange. Douma had mentioned his master was a fearsome, cantankerous sort when in a bad mood - but being favored by him was a most sought after sensation.

Mahito leans forward, offers his hand for Muzan to look, and melds his flesh with a thought. A sharpening of his soul turns his fingers to blades complete with a shiny razor's edge. In another flick of his wrist, the knives turn to feathers, his outstretched arm a wing to the shoulder joint.

"I can freely mold my form to anything my heart desires. I can use it on other creatures too - with restraints right now. The only limit is that I require a soul to touch."

The feathers are soft to the touch when examined, flexing like a bird's wing really would.

Did this for Mahito March Week 2: Friday the 13th

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

"I did hear once, that I did curse an entire bloodline," He speaks thoughtfully, letting his eyes drift back to the strange creature, "All demons were human once, a folly if there ever was one."

There's a hint of annoyance there. Like mentioning rain fall later in the day. This lingering human fault of connection was a force not a single one of his demons could overcome.

But a curse wasn't human in the first place...

Cursing an entire bloodline? Quite the powerful negative emotion. There's a wonder if he was born from such a curse hundreds and hundreds of years ago.

"Most curses don't, but this one does."

"You can call me Mahito. I'm a bit of a special case when it comes to curses - many of them stay small or stupid. It's rare for them to be as well-spoken as I am."

This was Douma's master, then. What a fearsome man....

Of all the times for him to be cursed, of all the places for it to activate, of all the beings for it to activate in front of--!

His body immediately locked down, tensed, solidifying to stone. His cursed energy coursed through him, crashing in tidal waves through his system, urging him with every pulse to move, to fight, to flee, to do absolutely anything but stand fucking still and start talking--

But talking he did.

What even was there to say to the curse?

"You're not human. The smell you carry is... interesting."

Nothing very pungent but it lacks in the natural oils human skin carries. He's certainly no demon of his either... though something tells him he could make a strong one with some work.

Ah, he's getting ahead of himself. He doesn't need an army anymore either.

His soul flickers at the idea of a challenge before he does break into a smile. So, this one could tell he wasn't human just by his scent. There's half a thought to ask what his scent does carry - is it blood? Is it something unique to curses?

He'd asked Geto once what curses tasted like and wondered if they smelled just as foul.

"I'm not human, you're correct."

"I'm probably closer to something like you than a normal human, but I can't say I'm entirely divorced from them either. I'm a curse born from humans."

Brown eyes look at the hand waving then slide back to that unfortunately familiar face. David doesn't shove him back even as he leans forward into the brawler's space, his lips pursing out just enough to show he doesn't appreciate the motion...but he's not stopping him.

" Hey; haven't seen you much. Was wonderin' when you'd show back 'round.."

A pause as he tips his head some to the side to watch him. That fluttering still in his ears.

David doesn't shove him back and it just means Mahito leans forward into his space more. He leers forward, not quite touching but curious about how close he can get before he's made to stop.

He had threatened harm on David last time he saw him - but where was the fun in starting with that?

"There's a lot of fun things to find in the dark corners of this place, but you have to be willing to look for them."

He leans back suddenly, space placed between them again, as he raises his hands to show David his empty palms. That infernal fluttering had yet to stop - in fact, it grew in insistence.

Hand over his heart, phone on the other and takes a deep breath before tapping onto the text message field. It takes couple of attempts to start til it feels natural...

How interesting.

lucaiv: ur watching too much CSI lucaiv: like i said lucaiv: it's natural selection lucaiv: there's too many of us on the island lucaiv: so we evolved a way to cull the numbers lucaiv: u just think it's relevant b/c they're dying on campus lucaiv: let it go lmao