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“    Y’know, I worry about a man that drinks alone before the moon’s out.   ”

A soft bout of laughter later and she invites herself to take place across from him, eagerly settling down on the vacant zabuton, “   I’ll sit with you for a while, oh, oh! And I can share something exciting with you!  ” She allows him no time for curiosity or answers, barreling ahead in her response. Gently she pries the sakazuki primed with sake from his hand, settling it down onto the table, “   I’m gonna’ need your full attention, ‘kay?   ” And with no pretense or warning, she pulls parchment from her satchel and unfurls it over the table. Poorly inked lines in attempts to create a map lining the page; unfortunately cartography was not amongst her list of talents. Neither was patience it seemed, either. She presses a single digit to the page, her other arm propped against the table as she leans her cheek into her palm. “   I’m finally headed on another assignment. I guess they wanted my arm to recover a bit more, but … finally! And I thought y’know, since you’re from around here you could tell me a little more.   ” She smiles up towards him,

“   It’s over here, kind of hard to tell, I know, I know, just bear with me ..  but … I’m headed to the mountain over here. Uh, shoot what was it called again … oeyama?   ”

The concert is just beginning! Plotted starter for @deitytm​

PECCATUM  was  a  well-known  band  that  managed  to  break  out  rather  quickly.  The  four  talented  young  demons  really  easily  crept  into  the  hearts  of  their  thousands  of  fans.  Their  songs  set  a  really  high  bar  and  that's  because  the  lead  singer,  Onikiri,  put  all  his  heart  into  what  he  was  doing.  As  a  rock  band,  of  course,  they  must  have  looked  really  stunning.  His  trademark  or  rather  attribute  was  definitely  the  eye  patch  he  always  wore  during  his  performances.  The  black  leather  jacket  and  the  ornate  staff  definitely  made  a  big  impression  during  his  performances.  At  first  glance,  Onikiri  looked  like  someone  who  didn't  care  much  about  other  people.  On  the  contrary.  He  treated  Youko,  Enenra,  and  Shuten  as  people  really  close  to  him.  Shuten  in  particular.  He  was  the  first  person  he  met  when  the  band  was  being  formed.  They  don't  always  get  along  well,  but  that's  because  Onikiri's  possessive  temper  won't  let  him  give  way  to  others. "Don't  you  think  you  got  a  little  carried  away  on  stage  this  time  Shuten?  According  to  our  'set  of  activities'  you  shouldn't  have  taken  my  place  on  stage  when  my  solo  started."   Replied  a  slightly  annoyed  Onikiri  walking  up  to  Shuten.  His  expression  only  showed  that  he  was  not  happy.  He  didn't  like  improvising  on  stage.  In  his  world,  everything  always  had  to  be  arranged.  He  crossed  his  arms  making  a  wry  grimace  of  displeasure.   "We  will  have  to  practice  our  duet  together  today  for  the  next  song.  This  time  you  will  be  the  voice  of  our  team.  Don't  screw  anything  up  this  time."  

“ Mhmm! I really, really like it! ” Elysia cannot help but smile brightly upon answering the question of another. Is he the Lord of this place? Must be! Then again, her excited nature precedes the current conversation. No intimidation can be seen in her blue eyes with a pink pupil, the maiden of spring and crystals cannot help but find the scenery absolutely delightful. Her small statue is ridiculous compared to the Lord of Mt. Oe, but the pinkette has to be clear and honest about her delightful time here. So different, so vibrant, so fascinating! Was this a world full of such diverse cultures and unique places? It was making her heart beat faster and her elven ears just a bit from the sight that she had to behold. All-loving Flamechaser didn’t lie, but she didn’t speak of who she was or how she appeared here. A coincidence? A travel? A sudden appearance? Who knows. Her wish was to learn and to have a wonderful time. Flowers would bloom beneath her shoes if her love could affect the environment around her right away, but she only happily held back her excited jumping from being genuinely fascinated by what she’d witnessed. 

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“… Any reason why you’re still here?” Crossing one leg over the other as he continued to take up all the sofa, Kefla raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Because I’m not digging any stragglers, you feel me? Not unless, well—” one hand raised with only its index finger out, drawing slowly across his neck in a straight line before smirking, “—you’re here for that. But, uhh…”

He looked him up and down, unimpressed the whole way as he does.

The effort to steel herself must have been laughable. A blade once sturdy in her grasp now teetering between trembling, balmy palms. And it's pointed at him. Mere inches away. But the will to drive it forward and pierce him withers with her resolve, leaving just sober fear. Fear that in dancing around this truth of who he was, she’d let herself care. Be it out of curiosity or morbid fascination, this charade they’d allowed, it didn’t guard her in forming a connection. A friendship. It only delayed the inevitable reality that he was a demon and she was its hunter. She could accuse him of being evasive, deceitful, but to find fault was to grasp at straws. She chose to overlook the palpable truth, to persecute him would only shed light on her own glaring weaknesses. Guilt wraps its ugly tendrils around her heart. Her wary gaze unable to meet his own, focused on the jagged edge of her blade. One that yielded an end for his kind  – but they were not his kind, were they? There was no carnage spilled in his glory, no violence to justify her own. If anything, he seemed a somber spirit with more in his cup than she’d really understood. Plush lips part, floundering with uncertainty over her own voice as she finally meets his stare. “  I ..  ”She trails, jaw clenching shut, afraid of what she might say. Afraid of betraying both her role and heart. But then he steps forward, undeterred by her threat. And she shrinks back. They both knew he was beyond her own strength (the blade perhaps a laughable offense) and yet .. the idea of her sword making contact with him steers her away.

“   That’s not fair ..  ”

The words fall freely from her lips in twisted amusement, a miserably smile punctuating the thought, her eyes closing in quiet resignation. “   Even if I could hurt you .. I don’t want to.  ” Pale lashes flutter slowly, creases forming over the bridge of her nose. “  Shuten Douji … “ A soft laugh of disbelief follows, head shaking  for a moment as she speaks his name. The careful acknowledgment of the history surrounding it at each syllable. She pushes back silver threads of her hair behind her ear, purposely delaying herself as she looks towards him – teal hues softening.

The wind always brings the answer...

"are you expecting me to beg for my life now?" @deitytm​

A  deep  breath  came  out  of  Onikiri's  mouth.  With  all  his  strength  he  clenched  the  bloody  katana  he  called  Tomogiri.  Perfect  for  fighting  a  larger  type  of  demon.  He  didn't  pull  it  out  too  often,  but  today  was  a  special  day.  Fighting  the  demon  king  himself  made  his  day  that  much  better.  A  wide  smile  was  suddenly  painted  on  Onikiri's  sweaty  face.  His  eyes  lit  up  an  even  more  vivid  red  color  seeing  the  barely  panting  body  of  his  opponent.  He  raised  the  steel  from  which  both  his  and  his  enemy's  blood  dripped.  He  clasped  both  hands  tightly  together  on  his  katana  and  then  began  to  laugh  MADLY.  He  loosened  his  fingers  again  and  again,  making  a  wave  of  them  in  preparation  for  the  final  blow.  The  inner  desire  for  murder  did  not  allow  him  to  wait,  however,  the  desire  to  see  him  fall  so  low  was  a  fantasy  he  could  only  dream  of.