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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 13, 2015 2:08:45 GMT
Her reactions are highly amusing to him. Of course they are, as always. It makes him smile upon hearing them, and then even so much as grin when she yelps and clings to his shoulders since she can move the moment he stops singing. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking care of the wounded. Princess, I hit you pretty hard so it's best if I carry you like this". He is a pervert, though this time around he doesn't make a show of it. He's missed the feeling of a woman in his arms, clinging to him even if this situation is as innocent as it gets. The element mistress is a woman, a pretty one at that, and as such it's a plus to have her against him as mentioned. None the less as he walks his way back into town, there being no need to be away from it anymore, his vermilion eyes glance down at her. "So you're okay with water then?" He tells her, recalling that deeper pout but not an insistence that she's perfectly capable of controlling it. "You DO realize that anything alive has water in it, no? If you could just master that one element you could take control of any living thing including myself and make it do your bidding. Wouldn't you want that?" He pauses and then grins teasingly, "Of course, even if you were to become a master of water, you'd still be two hundred years too early before you could control me"
Aislin smiles and giggles. She really does like Illya; she's a breath of fresh air compared to all the serious people around her. sure there is Sora, but he's not a girl and Aelita is always around him. What would she have him do....? "Oh.....I guess I would have him be my servant for a little while and," she blushes now, feelings of a crush whispering things into her ears. Said ears twitch as she stands and changes the subject for a moment, "Drying off sounds like a good idea," she too gets up, slicking the water out of her hair and tail before wrapping a towel around her petite but curvy half fox body. "Anyways.....I've always wondered what it'd be like if he were to admit his undying love to someone. I know that sounds sappy but," she'd love to hear it really. Especially to her. But she doesn't say that out loud, "He's always so mocking and he tends to act like a playboy at times, you know? If not love, then I wanna see him get serious about something. Anything really. Did you see his face when we were talking about getting to the human world? He looked so cool like that!"
Yondo, highly displeased by what he has to deal with, snarls and grips at the sais hooked to his hips before drawing them. "Fine, if you won't give me the money, I'll take it pretty boy!" He charges the swordsman of an Oni head on with all the intent to harm and maim. Not that he'll be more than a common thug in terms of strength. In the mean time though Midir uses Yondo's intention to hurt Malek to his advantage, striding forward and staring down Yondo's followers. The fact that an NPC of all people would attack like this must be due to the Chaos- or so he assumes. It could be part of how this game world works after all. Even so, the followers attack, but they are of easy pickings for him. He twists and turns around man after man, knocking them out for the count until finally there are none to take care of. He stares at the shackled women before placing a hand on the metal. It shatters not even a millisecond later, falling to the ground in pieces for each shackle he touches and each women he frees. There were ten in total, so Yondo was probably going to make some good money- or he planned to- in selling the women. Once done, he turns to see if Malek is done playing. Assuming the oni didn't waste any time with the thug, he raises a brow, "That was somewhat random, no?" And yet, NPCs NEVER attack at random. Ever.
Sora pouts, "I'd have you even if I were bad at directions," he mutters completely ignoring that he admitted he has no sense of direction. Still, when she thanks him he grins, happy as though his mess up had never happened in the first place. "You're quite welcome!" He assures beamingly. He tilts his head upon seeing the weapons on the young woman's back, appearing to be metallic wings. A faint blush comes over his cheeks as he realizes that she looks kind of like some sort of battle angel. She's certainly pretty enough to be one, he thinks. But he's broken from this thought when he hears the call, his head whipping in that direction despite the whiplash he earned himself. "Oh! That looks like fun!" He grabs the young woman's arm, determined to win at traveling in a straight line. The stand can't be too far after all. "Let's go check it out!"
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Post by LochNess on Dec 13, 2015 4:09:27 GMT
Hana bunches her hand into a fist and pounds it on his chest as he calls her injured. "Like I said, it's only a scratch!" Honestly, it freaks her out to be carried by him like this, but she doesn't fight to be put down. She keeps her head up as to not stain his clothes. But she does lean in, finding it soothing despite her tension towards him. As he talks about water, the pout returns. "Like I said, I do well to handle small quantities. If I had to handle a lot, it's rather annoying. I am also aware of its ability to control, but how would I practice fighting if all I did was freeze you in place." She smirks at him. "It's not one hundred percent if I don't have complete concentration, and that can leave me vulnerable as well... I have too much to learn, especially before this who ordeal is over." She sighs and closes her eyes as if hide. She's still very young and still learning, but it frustrates her to no end that she never seems to see an end to mastery in any of the four elements. Green eyes open and glare at him. "I promise you I'll catch up well before then. And I'll smear your blood all over this blasted world." She ends this with a little smile.
Illya listens close to the ideas Ainslin has. "Got it. I'll make him suddenly serious, serve you, and perhaps announce undying love. Bear in mind it'll be me, though. Don't start thinking it's at all him until he says so after he's released." The fox girl seems too smart to let that happen, but it would be a shame to be proven otherwise. "And then before I release him, I'll make him give a strip dance." She smirks at the idea. Break him then humiliate him. Tis a perfect plan. She heads into the little dressing room where her clothes would be found once she's reasonably dry. It takes only a second to be dressed properly. She's excited to go find Onsei now. "He's a demon who controls sound, yes? Be sure there aren't even whispers of our plan so long we're around him until after he's in control." She waits for her new friend to dress before heading towards the inn.
"Pfft." Malek draws his sword as Yondo announces his intention to strong arm money by force. "I told you I have none!" He cries as if in terror. He blocks Yondo and pushes him back, testing him for worth. Unfortunately, there's not much to toy with as he's just a meager tough guy. Once this is determined, Malekparries the sai aside before making a lightning quick jab that goes straight through the heart and out the other side. He retracts backwards to let the NPC fall to the ground. "If they're gonna attack, they should at least be fun," he whines. He was right at least in gauging their strength to be something Hana could handle. He sheathe's his sword and then turns towards Midir. "Random, but definite proof this place is falling apart. We need out and fast."
Aelita couldn't help but to laugh at him. "You're an idiot," she says, shoving his shoulder with a delicate smile on her face. She realizes then the openness she feels towards him. Even among humans, she tended to be cold and reclusive. But she likes this one. It will be alright. She feels he's too big a fool to stab her in the back, so she will lean on him some and accept being open. Still, as they approach the game, she mutters, "don't lose your life savings a street con artist," she tells him softly. The older gentleman peers up at Sora, and he beams. "Whadya say, my boy? Care for a quick gamble? Make a bet, and I will match it. Guess which cup hides the ball. Winner takes the money." He closes a cup over the ball, and if given the ok, starts shuffling the cups with precision and speed, never letting less than two cups stand still.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 13, 2015 14:49:40 GMT
Onsei laughs long and loud at Hana's exclamation, throwing his head slightly back in amusement as the low tone rumbles from his chest. He wouldn't mind if she let her head rest on his clothing. Washing out blood is something he has grown so used to that it's not even a chore any more. But he listens the the small woman's explanation, storing it into his memory banks for later use if need be. He chuckles then when she threatens to smear his blood all over the place, finding it rather amusing to say the very least. "I don't think I have enough blood for you to smear that far and wide," he teases, "Maybe we should test it with yours first? You die, I'll smear". Of course the morbid joke is impossible either way, but no matter. He knows that being young and weak frustrates her. In fact, to be honest he was once much like her- wild, loud, destructive and very pissy when it came to his weakness. Her elements she could touch even though the possibilities for them are as high as the sky. No one however can actually TOUCH sound. It's impossible. And that is why he cannot, say, cover his fist with sound and punch someone with it. The ability doesn't work that way, though when he first discovered it he was determined to make that happen. Over the years he slowly mastered his skill, and became calmer, more confident and- shit- definitely one cocky asshole. He glances down at the blood covered young woman and figures, 'Oh why the hell not? It'll make downtime much more interesting', "I can train you, you know," he offers at last, gaze forward as he speaks, "Can't have you being weak now, can we?" It's really a good deal. He's certain he'll be bored while they're traveling from place to place and she wants to grow stronger. He just so happens to be one of the strongest in their little group AND she sees him as something of a rival- or the equivalent to one. It'd be perfect or her to get to know his fighting style if she really wants to kill him, too. Being the cocky bastard he is, he doesn't care if she learns is way of fighting, confident that he could still easily kill her.
Aislin's heart thumps hard once when he hears the undying love part. She knows it'll be fake but the reaction is still the same internally. As she blushes and hears the strip dance part, her face becomes a brilliant red, hotter than the surface of the sun probably. "Y-You'll have him STRIP?" She doesn't know if she can handle seeing all that masculine beauty after hearing his apparent undying love for her. She just may die a happy woman. Needless to say though, she doesn't disagree to the plan. "Yes, he controls sound and everything about it," she tells the fairy as she dries off her hair, ears and tail a little bit more not that she'll catch a cold in this weather. "His hearing is incredibly strong but I doubt he's trying to listen for us all right now so we should be safe. If, say, he were keeping tabs on us though, we'd be screwed". The town is not too big to over whelm him if he were to listen for them all the time either, they'd need a large city for that she thinks.
Midir nods once to Malek's words of the world falling apart, "Quite," and turns to walk along, leaving the NPC women to fend for themselves. Or, at least he would have if one hadn't grabbed onto his arm. "Wait! Mister please, don't go!" This one is probably only a young adult while the others seem to be at least in their mid-twenties. He looks back to simple brown eyes but lovely long hair and a pretty tanned face. "I....I know I'm just an NPC but can't you stay a little longer? Maybe take me home?"
But Midir will have none of it. He pries the woman's fingers from his arm and makes to continue on his way, "Forgive me, I don't have time to take you to whatever home it is you want to return to. My friend here and I have more important matters to attend to". The fact that she knows she's an NPC is another sign that the world is crumbling. A year from now- three days in the real world- it will no longer exist. They need to get moving. And they need to get moving now. Perhaps they should track down the others and forego staying the night in this town as was agreed upon. They have little time to waste as the two challenges they'll have to come upon are bound to be difficult and time consuming. If they were easy, after all, this issue wouldn't exist.
Sora grunts and rubs where he was shoved with a pout, "And you're too strong for your own good. That hurt!" but of course it didn't really. Still, he nods knowingly to the young woman that whispers to him. He's lost many a coin gambling stupidly in games in the past. He knows the sting of foolishness. "Go ahead old man!" He smiles to the host and begins to watch the ball once his bet- a small amount- is given and matched. His eyes with skill follow the cups swiftly this way and that until he finally stops. He pauses before thinking, and then points to the cup on the far left fairly confident that he is correct. However should he be wrong, he tilts his head curiously, "Wrong? Man," but steps back not willing to push himself should he get sucked in. "I think that's all I'll play for, sorry". On the off chance he WINS however, he grins and throws his hands in the air, "Victory is mine!" but still ends up stopping there because he knows if he does it again he'll probably lose.
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Post by LochNess on Dec 13, 2015 21:23:02 GMT
"Ah but you regenerate rather fast, don't you," Hana says. She cocks her head to the side, as if innocent. "Bleed out like a pig at slaughter, regenerate, and then repeat. I think then we could certainly manage such a feat." She giggles at the thought of being able to break Onsei and make him bleed so much, and doesn't bat an eye at how sadistic the thought is. "Nah, it's only appropriate with truly aged blood of ancient demons," she adds. Still, the more he walks, the more she relaxes into his arms, all but perching her head against him. She hears his offer to train her, and she mulls it over. As he mentions her being weak, she snaps, "I'm NOT weak!" She glares up at him a moment before letting the anger go. She looks down into her lap now. "Will the training be like what we did just now?" Regardless of his answer, she mutters a, "I suppose some help from you would be appreciated." She doesn't want to announce asking for help too loudly.
The reaction Illya illicits from little Ainslin is rather cute, and so the fairy laughs. "Yes. Strip. Lap dance. If there's a pole, he'll be on it." She laughs more at the thought of that oversized ancient oaf twirling on a standard pole. "I think that he's surely not listening now, but let us keep silent until we can proceed with the plan." She smiles at the thought. She'd bet against Onsei's listening. He likely was with the youngin' all this time of he pays as much attention to her as she's seen and Ainslin has said. So they should be safe. They just truly need to be discreet in their plan. He seems sharp despite his joking around, so she can't give away any suspicion of them even having something they've been scheming. The only concern is if he hears her strings in place, not that she doesn't already keep them on the ready every where she goes, but she doesn't want him picking up on the strings. With his sound ability, he might hear the sound of the wind going over the string. It makes a sound usually humans can't hear. Even most demons can't. Only those with a sense of hearing at least as sharp as a dog's could pick up on the front whistling. She heads back with Ainslin for the inn. "I want a drink now that it's cooled down some more," she decides, intending to stay where they can look out for Onsei a while.
Malek watches the women, and he sighs. They're annoying. Perhaps it means that NPC characters are getting their wills much like himself and every other character from stories ever. Still, as cruel as Midir sounds, he can't disagree. Getting distracted over side jobs like that is not worth the lost time in the long run. He steps away before the women can persist about them being escorts. "Well, perhaps we should go to the inn. Might as well relax some before long days of travel were bound to have." With or with out Midir, he heads for inn. To be inside with a drink will be a small comfort for him for the night.
Aelita laughs at Sora once more. "Sorry! Sorry!" She says with a smile. She shoves much more gently this time. "Better?" She turns away from him now to focus on the game he decides to start. She follows the cups as well, training strictly the one with the ball. Fortunately for Sora, he wins the round, and earns enough winnings to afford breakfast in the morning at the inn. She claps, a small smile on her face. "Congrats on your gambling prowess, Sora," she teases. She herself passes up the game, finding it bothersome to try. She hooks an arm around his now as she starts to walk, subtly guiding him back to the inn. "I do hope we get back to the real world soon. Hopefully, it shouldn't take more than half the game year."
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 13, 2015 23:07:53 GMT
Onsei tilts his head curiously upon hearing her insist that only aged demon blood would work. "I don't regenerate that fast," he tells her, "I've still got burns on me, don't I? Besides, you sound like you're gonna be doing some weird black magic. Save that for after you've mastered all four elements". He is pleased as she slowly relaxes into his hold as they walk. Huh, they did go pretty far from town, didn't they? Still, he laughs upon her snapping at him, "You? Not weak? Please, you're hardly a middle ranked person within our group!" That is, she would be if they even HAD ranks. "Would me training you require me to beat the shit out of you all the time.....?" He grins almost darkly, "Of course! How else are you gonna get strong at a fast pace? You don't wanna have to wait until you're an all powerful Goddess to be able to kill me do you?" Many near death experiences in high succession was one of the ways he actually started to improve. As she accepts his offer to help her, he grins. Oh this is going to be FUN. If he can make her strong enough to kill him, then the show down would be the entertainment he's been searching for for a good couple hundred years! By the time she's strong enough to kill him, they'll know one another so well that it COULD come to a stalemate. Such a thought makes him almost bounce with excitement. Plus, he'll have all the more reason to make fun of her all the time.
Aislin would probably pass out from imagining Onsei doing as Illya so kindly depicts for her, that is if she said one more thing about it. However, she's lucky enough that the cooler air helps her regain her composure, her face going back to its natural tone. "I think you're right, but I wouldn't be surprised if you were wrong," she shrugs out honestly. Her mind wanders to wondering about what said soon to be victim is up to even as she agrees about not saying another word about it until later. Like Illya, she worries about Onsei catching some sort of sound before the other can connect her strings to him. Surely they make some sort of sound, right? Everything does...Right? No matter. She has to think positive!! "A drink sounds pretty good right now, actually," all that soaking in the water has made her somewhat thirsty. She wonders....When will they set this plan into action? Tonight? Tomorrow?....She supposes she'll just have to wait for some sort of signal from the fairy as it were.
Midir watches as Malek begins to make his way back for the bar where they'll be spending the night. He would be lying if he said he wanted to go back there. The lamia woman that had been their waitress earlier is annoying, constantly clinging to him whenever he visits. But that is neither here nor there as he makes to follow the oni, figuring that she may be done work for the day as it were. Or at least he hopes. The walk to the bar doesn't take that long, so once they're settled at a table he orders an adult beverage at random and settles into his chair. The alcohol hits his empty stomach hard, but he doesn't really mind so to speak. His attention is taken from his drink when two women enter the bar if I may. "Welcome back," he calls to the fairy and the half fox demoness, "I trust that your soak was relaxing?" He can feel an almost tense air about the fox girl, but he says nothing as it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Illya. Maybe she is a bit sore from her journeying? Or perhaps she's stiff from soaking for so long? It makes no difference to him to be honest. On the side, he is pleased to find no sign of that annoying snake woman of a waitress. If she were working tonight as well, she'd be hanging off of him by now.
"Much," he playfully huffs and shoves her back afterwords. It's nice to have a friend like this woman. Not only is she strong but she's smart too and hell being pretty is the icing on the cake. She also is pretty open to new things, which is a breath of fresh air for him since most of the people he's hunted for their bounties were always close minded about their thoughts and ways. Sure, she might not be a fan of the demons in their group, and wary of the archangel and fairy that they've recently picked up but he's fairly certain she'll open up to them like she did with him. Even if it may take longer. Like mentioned before, when he wins the game he throws his arms into the air and declares victory. He beams and cheers even louder when his counter part also succeeds. Silly cup-man thought he could out do people like he and Aelita. He doesn't realizes that her hooking her arm with his actually serves to keep him from getting lost. His most recent win keeping him rather pleased most of the way there. "If we work fast enough to solve the two trials we have to go through, we should be done soon enough I'd think". Though it'd be best if they were to know where Veto's Gate is before they get to the real world so that they can just go straight there. They'll be running on a short amount of time as it is once they get there and they can't waste it running around not knowing where they're going.
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Post by LochNess on Dec 14, 2015 0:53:15 GMT
Hana swings her feet a bit as she herself is pleased with the thought of killing this guy. "Ah, but you regenerate fast enough, and you're incredibly resilient. Otherwise your arms would be looking like shriveled up pieces of charcoal. You'd make an excellent candidate." Her expression darkens. "Dark magic? Don't be silly. It would merely be art. It's a kind of art that one puts their very heart into." She laughs at the thought. Still, as he insists on the style of training as well as agreeing to training her, she nods. "I swear, I will not be the only one to bleed at the end of the night from now on." She honestly likes the idea of fighting him every night. It's training, and she can gauge her strength accurately against him. It will be hard to catch him off guard since he will be the guide to her becoming an expert fighter. She will need experience fighting others as well to gain a well rounded knowledge, not just a Onsei-based one. Still, as the town finally reaches her line of site, she reaches up. Her arms hook around his neck, and she perches her bloody face on her arm. Strands of hair fall over her face, leaving the injury out of people's sight.
Illya reaches the inn they are staying at, and she makes her way to the bar. "Hit me with a long island iced tea." She watches the bartender prepare her drink. All the while, she's on the look out for Onsei. He'd be making a ruckus with Aya if they were already here. Ideally, she'd like to incite their plan tonight. Let him shock every one as they return for the night. However, it would all depend on getting him completely distracted. The moment she finds his guard down, she will let him have it. Finally, the drink is ready, and she slips into a seat next to Midir. "Good evening boys. I do pray that your afternoon was as productive as you needed it to be. Ahh!" She says after a sip. "I really needed this." She looks to Ainslin assuming she followed her all this way. "Say," she says, wanting to redirect any thoughts that she may have for the moment, "Have you ever played chess?" It's random, but not completely with out reason.
Malek has no reason for alchohol. He opts for clear water, figuring it to be a precious commodity while they will be trekking through the desert. Even in a game, they will occasionally need water. He sits there silently mulling over the events that have occurred most recently. That is, until Illya and Ainslin walk in. He looks up as Midir greets them, and he perks up at the sight of Ainslin. He beckons for her to join him at a seat next to him. "Today was as good as it should be, I suppose," he says to Illya dryly. He looks to Ainslin. "She didn't drive you up a wall did she?" he asked, a grin on his face. It may be a bit mean, but he meant it as a joke. Surely the fairy of all people can understand darker humor. "Is that bath all you ladies did all this time?"
Aelita tilts her head at the thought of them not knowing Veto's gate. "Surely we will come across more towns as we go. Let's check every book in every town. Perhaps as we get closer to the the first gate into the real world, we will find more information on Veto's gate. We will certainly need to deduce its possible locations. If we must, I suppose we could split up since there's eight of us, but I'd rather not do that." She'd love being the only if not one of the only two or three gods of the next world, but she also loathes the thought of someone like Aya or Onsei as being the all-powerful creators. They'd likely fill the place with blood and war. She shudders at the thought of it. As they get close to the inn, she leans her head against his arm, feeling perhaps a bit exhausted from the day of travel and play.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 14, 2015 1:31:27 GMT
"Art? Feh, then it's gonna be some pretty ugly shit," he tells the girl without a care that such words could insult her. Excitement runs through him as she vows such a violent promise to him. Oh yes, the girl is so amusing! He had tried to train Aislin in the past, but his methods were too harsh; her body stopped healing as fast as it normally did and she grew rather ill. As her official guardian- or apparent guardian really- he deemed that it'd be counter productive to harm his charge. But Hana isn't his charge and her body seems harder than Aislin's. "I'd like to see you try," he tells her with a broad grin, "I won't let you hurt me any more if you're looking to go through with that kind of vow". It'd be much more fun to frustrate her by dancing around her attacks anyways. The town soon comes to them though he doesn't put her down. Not since she's finally relaxed enough to sling her arms around his neck and rest her blood crusted head. Cute little Princess, that's what she is. He continues to walk through town, ignoring the whispers of people who see them. Some wonder if he found Hana wounded or if a training accident happened- which one did. Some didn't even see the blood and thought them to be a couple madly in love. He ignores it all and kicks open the door to the bar without a care. Upon seeing everyone else he beams, "Ahh, evening all," he greets without a care. His eyes slide to his charge, amused to see a rather angry look on her face. "What's the matter, Brat?" He laughs at her command but only listens to it by putting the Princess into a chair, "Not jealous are you? Would you like me to hold you like that?" He laughs at her flushed face and inability to respond.
The white haired fox girl smiles, tail wagging as she sees two familiar faces. Well, she's happier to see one more than the other but even so. She takes the offered seat next to the oni and settles in her spot quick enough. Aislin raises a hand before the bartender can leave, "Can I just have some water?" She did say she was thirsty and unknowingly like Malek she figures she'll need it at some point. Better to have some now than not have any later. She takes a few long gulps of the water and wipes away what didn't get into her mouth. "Yea, we soaked the day away. It was actually a lot of fun! Illya's a great person to relax with," she beams to her masculine friend, "Hell, there was even a co-ed bath so you could have joined us if you wanted to too". Not that Illya gave him the choice to. None the less she shakes her head, "What's chess?" But then her attention is drawn to the kicked open door seconds later. Her purple eyes widen at the infuriating sight she sees. Hana curled up in Onsei's arms, her own around his neck and her head cradled on her arm. They almost look like lovers damn it! She glares poison at the demon and answers him, "Put Hana down. Now". She only had a small moment of success when he listened to him. But when he takes a chair and sits backwards on it at a table as compared to everyone else at the bar, her jaw drops open at his insinuation. Of course she'd want that! But like hell she's going to actually admit it to him! Bastard!
Well if Illya didn't appreciate the dark humor, it certainly amused Midir to some degree if the slight shift of his lips is any sign. "We ran into some NPC slave traitors. It seems that the NPCs are gaining a personality of their own slowly but surely. I assume it is due to the Chaos and the mayhem it's causing". He blinks when he learns that Aislin doesn't know what chess is. He certainly does though he has no mind for it. Because despite all the reading he's done and how reserved he is, he actually sees himself as a front line fighter whom is kill first ask questions later. Of course, he's excellent at planning on the go and giving simple plans and the like. But chess? No. He raises a brow as Onsei and Hana make their way into the building, surprised to just spot the crusted blood on the young woman's head. It makes him curious. What happened? He goes so far as to inquire this to the element mistress as she's put down, "Did something happen to you, Hana? Did you get into a fight with someone strong?" He realizes, seconds later, that Onsei has burns on his forearms. Did the sound master do something to piss her off? She seems to be the kind to lash out when displeased.
"I agree," Sora allows as they walk down the streets, the night growing into a darker state as they go. Has it really been that long since they went their separate ways for the day? It doesn't feel like that. "I'd rather we not separate either; at least not without having some way to contact the others. After all, it wouldn't be right to take all the credit for ourselves and recreate the world on our own when we agreed that we were going to do this together". It is not much longer until they reach the bar they had left from so many hours ago. Most of which were spent with him getting them lost, not that he'd admit it ever again. Seriously, the roads must have been shifting or something like that. He tilts his head as he feels her head against his arm, but he doesn't pull away as he realizes she's comfy as is. "Are you a bit tired, Aelita?" He can't blame her, they've done a whole lot. And tomorrow they have journeying to do all through out the day. He would be tired too if he weren't so used to traveling all the time. Upon entering the bar, he blinks as he realizes that they are the last to return, "Oh, hey guys!" He smiles and offers everyone a single wave, happy to see them after having not all day. He wonders what they've been up to. Did they get to do much? He leads Aelita to the table that Onsei's back faces, pulling a chair out for the tired woman and then sitting himself. He asks for- surprisingly enough- chocolate milk over anything else. And also water for Aelita should she want it or some other drink.
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Post by LochNess on Dec 14, 2015 3:47:57 GMT
"And here I assumed your taste was on the morbid side. You've disappointed me," she tells him. "You were going to let yourself be hurt before hand?" She's rested against him as mentioned, and she's too comfortable to lookup at him. "I'm glad I made such a vow then. Ionoy want to hurt you because I was able to, not because you let me." Her eyes close, and she lets out a long sigh. She doesn't care for the stares she gets. Let them think what they want. Her eyes only open when he hears Onsei greet someone familiarly. Then she sees the everyone else is back. How cute. She lets him go once she's placed in a seat, and she uses a spare towel to try to wipe off the blood. It's slowed to a halt almost, so it should be safe cleaning off the blood now. She answers Midir, "I just got a little over board trying to train." She peers up at them before calmly asking for water from the server like Malek. She sips on it, and she looks to Ainslin with a tilt of her head. She seems agitated, but why?
Illya smirks. "I think you might like Chess. It's all strategy." She would explain, but Malek decided to be mean. she cuts her eyes to him, eyes narrowed along with a wicked smile spread. "How rude of you. Maybe next time I'll spend all day with you, you big fool." She laughs at him before looking to Midir. "So, mistah bartendah, have you been amused so far now that you've left your sweet little home you've had so long?" He's the only one she hasn't struck up conversation with, so she might as well try now. As Onsei comes in, she can see Ainslin in the corner of her eye. She doesn't take well to the sight. In fact, she seems angrier than usual. Illya can only hope Ainslin does her part well enough if she wants it done tonight while everyone is here. She won't risk it if his attention is not 100% on something. Hopefully she can control her self right now despite Onsei's lack of tact. When Sora and Aelita come in, she blinks. They...: "Aww!" She says looking at them. "You look like a cute couple with how close you are! Onsei and Hana almost looked like that too, only Hana got a bit bloody."
Malek waves Illya off. "No thank you. I'm sure Midir here would love to hang out, though." He smirks, glancing to the side at the man before looking back to Ainslin. "I'm more so surprised Onsei decided not to stalk on you two. He seems perverted enough." It's only a joke, of course, but he can still somewhat see it. He looks to Onsei as he reveals the reason why, walking in bringing a wounded princess in his arms. Malek frowns. "Hey, don't go harming my charge," he says. "It hurts me too if she gets too injured." His curse would see to it. He hands a spare towelette to Hana to use to clean some of the blood off. It's not too bad in all reality of Malek didn't notice the pain. He notices Ainslin sudden anger as well, but says nothing.
Aelita nods her head slightly. "I'm a bite tired. The sun is going down, and the heat was more taxing than I expected. Sorry, I hope you don't mind me head on your shoulder." She nuzzles closer as if his arm were a pillow. Once the door to the bar opens, her eyes peer open, and she sees everyone sitting down as they were when they arrived in this town to start. She finally lifts her head as if to avoid giving them such a sight as her being comfortable, though it's too late as Illya comments on their looking like a couple. A small blush appears on her face, but she sits where Sora leads her anyways. The water is plenty good for her, and she slowly sips away while the demons beside her all flutter about as lively as ever.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 15, 2015 2:44:59 GMT
"Innocent little Princess," Onsei sighs almost in a disappointed manner, "You need more than just blood to make art. You need limbs and bodies of ALL kinds! If you're good enough, you can hide the picture of a horse using just human intestines and brain matter". He chuckles at his own dark joke. But still, he nods to her question, "Well, sure I'd let myself get hurt. It'd be funnier that way because if we were to fight for real some day and you found out that I was taking it easy the whole time....Ahh, the hilarity". Malek's words mean little to him, "Well I hope you don't mind me training her the hard way then," he shrugs, "Because there's gonna be lots o' pain for that". Nothing like a broken arm or leg, but cuts that need stitching would be the most he plans to give her. Yet not in high amount; that'd be counter productive. As he settles into his seat, he cares not for Aislin's agitation nor the fact that she suddenly became calm. She has mood swings like a bitch in heat all the time. Now is no different from other times to him. What is curious however is that she stands and makes her way to him, swaying her curvy hips smoothly this way and that, standing in front of him with a determined look on her face. "What's up Brat?" He questions as he looks up at her, nearly level with her even though he's sitting and she standing. He grows more curious as the girl straddles his lap out of absolutely nowhere. Like, one moment she was pouting at him and the next thing he knows the tiny girl is on his lap, flush against his chest. He blinks, surprised but not utterly so quite yet. More so, being the pervert he is he's enjoying this new found attention. She doesn't smell like she's in heat- he doesn't think so at least; it's so hard to tell due to the species of the demon half the time. So the fact that she's so forward is surprising but not unwelcome. What IS utterly surprising are the words that come from her mouth, cooed into his ear. "Really now? Are you just playing?" He intones back, so low that anyone watching only sees his lips move. His arms wrap around her tiny waist, pulling her closer, vibrant eyes dark with lust. He hasn't had any action in a while, so he's pretty much willing to take any pretty thing that throws herself at him. Even if it's how own charge. He finds himself completely hooked to her alluring actions as her fingers secretly trail along the base of his neck, one more whisper uttered so smooth that he is reminded that despite her small size and bratty ways Aislin is a woman. A fox woman at that. This is the distraction Illya should be looking for.
"I would have kicked his butt if he tried," Aislin assures with a bright grin to the oni. That good mood was ruined due to a certain demon, as mentioned, however.'That bastard is so stupid! God why does he have to be so touchy with every god damn woman he freaking meets?!' This she wonders to herself as she glares at nothing in particular save for maybe Onsei himself. She doesn't realize that glances are sent her way nor does she notice the adorable way Aelita and Sora walk into the bar. If she weren't so pissed, she'd be happily cooing over the two like her partner in crime herself. 'I'll show him,' she mentally grumbles to herself, her heart thrumming hard in her chest. The fact that Onsei pays no mind to the sudden pick up of her heart rate must mean that he really has shoved off her anger. Asshole. She'll show him for certain! She's a woman too damn it! So she stands and stares at the handsome demon as he smirks and sits and watches the others. Damn that devilish smirk! Damn those beautiful eyes! Damn that alluring power and body! 'Gah!' With a mental snarl, she slowly forces her anger until it's a pout, and then a calm gaze. She makes her way to Onsei slowly, careful to sway her hips in a way that her body takes to surprisingly well. She pays no mind to that as she stands in front of him. As he addresses her, she pauses before going around the back of his chair, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him far enough back so that she can straddle his lap between his chest and the back of said chair. She slowly wraps either arm around his broad shoulders, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. She would be lying if she said that it didn't feel exhilarating to do, having never done it for one and two, doing it to her crush. Her words come out before she can really think them over let alone stop them, "You will be soon enough if you come with me," her cool breath carefully whispers into his ear for only him to hear. Doing this in front of others is mortifying enough, they don't need to know what she's saying. His question makes her pause. Oh......So THIS is what it feels like to be held delicately by a man so strong.....She'd be lying if she said she didn't want more. Oh, she wants more so bad. She already has her crush in the palm of her hand; if only it were through romantic means instead of seduction. 'I never thought this would be so conflicting,' she utters to herself. Of their own desire her fingers trail under his shirt and jacket, feeling the rough yet smooth skin that covers powerful muscle even at the base of his neck. She can nearly feel the goosebumps that form where her fingers play. "Why don't we go find out?" She whispers lowly, voice dripping with the heat of lava. 'I have him hook, line and sinker, Illya. You better take action before I get myself into trouble!' She tenses ever so slightly when his clawed fingers begin to cleverly, subtly, play with the hem of her shirt, running along her smooth skin. Fire follows where he traces.
Midir is slightly surprised to find Hana bloody but so long as she's able to function he sees no harm in training while on the go. It'd be good for the element woman he supposes. Then again he hasn't really seen her fight; hopefully that will change soon. He's surprised that Illya had decided to talk to ever silent him. But she is a social butterfly so it's not unheard of. He pauses and assesses the situation. Perhaps he should relax a little? The people around him are kind and strong and not looking to harm him. He does not aim to let down his guard completely but constantly having it up is taxing. Not only that, but they cannot trust him in turn if he is constantly closed in on himself. Oh sure, he's not much one for talking in the first place, but thus far he's been practically mute. 'Relax a little it is,' he finalizes mentally. "I could go for a bit more excitement," he tells the fairy, golden eyes seeming to become lighter as his shoulders actually slouch into a comfortable position as opposed to squared. A small smirk also plays on his lips, "You wouldn't happen to have a method to amuse me, would you Miss Fairy?" 'Perhaps that's not relaxed enough?' he wonders to himself, and instead continues forward with a now almost playful look. He is quiet to say the next few words, knowing the woman would prefer it if her abilities were to remain mostly a secret. "Or perhaps I should call you 'String Mistress'?" It's a fitting nickname for the woman. Regardless of her reaction or answer, his attention is drawn to Aislin's antics and finds himself shocked. He didn't know the vixen was the kind of person to try and seduce her friends let alone the person she's gotten to guard her. He was not surprised at the grace at which her hips swung whens he walked to Onsei, she is a fox demon- or half at the least- after all. No matter the amount of demon blood in them, anyone part fox is naturally a skilled practitioner of the art of seduction. It is said to come to them as easy as hiding one's wings does for an Archangel. He notices the swift look Aislin gives Illya, and wonders if something interesting may happen. It is here where he is similar to Onsei, from what he knows about the demon. Being strong, it takes much to actually interest him. They differ however in that he copes with boredom by keeping quiet and waiting for something exciting to happen, where as Onsei is a plain ass.
"I don't mind at all," he assures her, "Just relax, okay?" Wanting to support her tired body, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and guides her down the road that holds the large sign of the bar/inn they're staying at. Luckily he can see the sign from where they are, so it's not like the place can get lost on them. He blinks upon being welcomed into the bar like they were thanks to Illya. "A couple? Really?" He's honestly never had a girlfriend. Oh sure, he's had girls and women alike fawn over him, but he's never really cared for much more than kendo and RPGs. As he settles into his seat without much of another word, curious as to what's going on. Why is Aislin so pissed? Did Onsei do something? He can only assume so since that's where the vixen's gaze is set upon. Her sudden approach of the sound master however causes him to yelp and back up a little. From where he is, he can see Aislin whispering into Onsei's ear, but not hear the words, and her fingers dancing on his skin under his clothing. He backs his seat up a little bit, practically able to taste the heat of lust rolling off of Onsei as though he were a freaking son. "What the hell is going on?" He doesn't like what Aislin is doing, but there's no stopping it now. Now, he wonders just what will happen next. Not something too weird he hopes.
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Post by LochNess on Dec 15, 2015 4:55:01 GMT
"Nah. That's nice too, but a true lot skilled artist can make what she desires with merely the blood from the veins of her victims." Still, she pays Malek little mind. It occurs to her that breaking the pact would be ideal but.... She can't bring herself to. At least not tonight. For now, she watches Onsei and Ainslin, a bit bewildered by the open, aggressive affections. It's affection she hasn't seen at all from them since the beginning of when they met. She's suspicious about Ainslin's motivations. If she wasn't busy getting the blood off as best she can, she might of noticed the mischievous looks on Illya's face and the glances Ainslin gave. Still, she pauses her doings to look up at Onsek in surprise. "The hell are you doing, perve?" She says. Though Illya finally catches her attention with the comment spoken to Midir. "Is.... Is this you?!?" She stares between Illya, her crooked puppeteer hand, and Onsei. She paused before breaking news into laughter. "Onsei, if you can still register what we're saying, you're an idiot!" She had been complacent once they got back to the inn, but not anymore. "Do what ever may be humiliating to him. Maybe make him act like a girl?"
"Ah, you totally look like a super lovey dovey couple!" She says with a laugh. Illya glances to the side as Ainslin bravely takes on Onsei, him down bravely as towin his complete attention. She had worried he'd take much much more to be distracted, but she had under estimated his perviness. She remains hyper aware of them while sipping her tea and harassing little Aelita and Sora. She returns her attention to Midir for the moment. She had heard his answer, but only looked back to him as he called her what he did. She gives no inkling off surprise besides a pause in what would normally be a flawless come back. He's far more observant than she gave him credit for. Perhaps for that reason alone he'd be stronger even than she sensed Onsei to be. "Ah, I'm afraid strings are a rather boring form of entertainment. Although..." She looks back to Ainslin and Onsei. She's got him. Perfect. A finger twitches, and in a fraction of a second, and strand she had poised and ready to go shoot into Onsei's neck, lodging firmly between vertebrae. She immediately has him. "It makes for the most entertaining puppet shows." She immediately puts her promise to work. She leans him in and mouths to Ainslin, "Illya has control of me," to her. She swoops him him into a standing position, scooping Ainslin into his arms as rises. Illya smirks behind her glass to Midir. "Tell me, do you have any special requests?"
He smirks at the human's. "It's kind of sappy-serious looking too." He is amused by Aelita's drowsy responses, but his attention is quickly diverted. Malek frowns as Ainslin suddenly turns such aggressive affections towards Onsei. It honestly agitates him. He's not sure why. Maybe it's jealousy? ... Nah! He doesn't have those kinds of feelings for her! But... The agitation is then left with out any suitable hypothesis. He mulls over the possibilities for several minutes until suddenly Hana cries out about something. He looks back over to see Onsei holding Ainslin bridal style. He raises a brow, unsure of what this has to do with Illya. He looks like he's about to take Ainslin up on her offer like a pervert. He doesn't see that it was done on the twitch of Illya's finger, and not of Onsei's own will.
Aelita gladly lets him guide her, finding comfort on him leading the way as he does. Still, she sits down and rests her head like mentioned. Though the mention of them being a couple makes her burrow her face to hide a blush. "We didn't look like a couple!" She argues stubbornly, though leaves it there.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 16, 2015 2:13:51 GMT
Onsei does as controlled to do, and thusly first leans forward and whispers into Aislin's ear, "Illya has control over me," and then second scoops her up bridal style. He had felt something touch him, but he didn't quite know what it was. Until he recalls Midir's mutterings. Illya's come back from before did little to pull him away from the conclusion. Strings have control of him? He makes to talk, however his jaw nor his vocal chords agree with his command, having fallen under the charm of the puppet mistress. However, he does have another way of retaliation. He will not get violent, because honestly this is a hoot for him too. He's never been the one under control before; he wonders what it's like. He tries to move his arms and drop the vixen, but this does nothing save fail. He remains standing as opposed to his attempt to sit and Aislin is still in his arms. Luckily, as mentioned he does have another way of communication, "Well", the sound of his voice echoes through out the air though his mouth does not move. Mastery over sound is a beautiful thing. "Isn't this new? Have me act like a girl? Very well. Have me dance? Fine. I'll do whatever you please; I'm curious as to how far my puppet master's skills go". However, he is brought into slight shock by Midir's suggestion. Who would have guessed that he'd choose now to show one of his other sides to them? He doesn't really like the idea that the man mentions. In fact he down right dislikes it. But there is nothing he can do about it, especially now that he's consented. "Who knew you were such a mastermind?" While a few more times he does attempt to resist the control, upon finding it final lest his puppet master release him or he get violent and turn her brain to goo via sound- or perhaps he could just make her skeleton vibrate- he gives in and goes along for the ride. And then to the girl in his arms, "It's a shame you didn't want to go to bed with me, I would have been gentle". He chuckles, the sound seeming to echo in the room as she answers. "I also hope you're prepared for when I get my revenge".
"There is no need to be embarrassed, Aelita," he assures the girl who sleepily denies how she and the other human looked, "Unless you wanted it to look as such?" It is not an inquiry to be an ass, but rather another ploy at trying to be relaxed with the people around him. It's been so long that he's been able to, that it's kind of hard for him to do. They'll have to bear with him a little. Pleased with this level of resigned relaxedness, Midir drops the playful look but keeps the small smirk and disagrees, "It depends on what you find amusing". As Onsei suddenly stands and picks Aislin bridal style, he finds himself interested. He silently wonders how much of his own power- the control of vibrations- it would require for him to oppose those strings. His sharp eyes can just see the light of the bar glinting off of them where they are connected to Onsei's body. It's interesting to hear Onsei's voice disembodied from him; it must be his own ability at play. "Turning him into someone's servant would be entertaining enough. Or maybe butler is a better way to describe it," he allows, "I am not truly particular as long as there is some sort of amusement included". He leans back in his seat, third round of adult beverage in hand and turns to watch Illya's skill at puppetry at play. He raises his glass to Onsei upon his question, "I never said I wasn't, Onsei. You are far too confident in your abilities so you got caught". That's not to say he wouldn't be, if his guard was completely lowered like Onsei's was, but it'd certainly be incredibly difficult for Illya to get her strings onto him.
Aislin is tired of playing the game. It's really hard for her to not blush like a fool and back off. She doesn't want her first time to be done upon a lustful whim. Even if she does want her first time to be Onsei. But luckily Illya finally takes action and this as such allows the vixen to relax some. Her ears stand straight up and her body jolts from Onsei's sudden standing and gathering her into a bridal style hold. Her arms, that had been lazily slung around his neck, now tighten around him. "It took you long enough," she sighs to Illya, showing all including Onsei that the advances were just a ploy to get his attention. And they worked like a charm. Still, she's happy in the demon's hold, comfortable against his chest. Is this why Hana didn't care about being carried like she was into the bar? Or perhaps even just part of it? None the less, she blinks when Onsei begins to talk even without his mouth. Did Illya not tap into his nerve system....?....Wait it's the brain she'd need to get a hold of to keep him from using his powers. Never mind. She too is a bit surprised by Midir's suggestion but none the less retaliates towards her guardian. "As if I'd want you to be my first," a blatant lie, "Besides, I prefer romance over lust". But still, despite her high and mighty tone, she can't help but mentally tremble. Revenge? That's not good. No matter, right now HE'S the one in control so she'll worry about that later.
"Huh," Sora just ends up replying as it's insisted that he looked like Aelita's lover for a moment there. He smiles lightly as the woman insists herself that that's not what it was. She must be incredibly tired to just out right yell into her arm without leveling any non-human with a glare. As it is revealed that Onsei is under the control of someone, Sora sits straight up and beams, eyes bright as stars. "Woah! That's so cool!" He grins as he looks the demon over. He can't see any sign of him being in someone's control but really he guesses he is. "Oh! I think he should dance!" He raises a hand as he hears the word 'request', "I wonder if someone as big as he can actually tango?" It's the first dancing style other than ballet or river dancing he could think of. And while he does enjoy river dancing, he figures it'd be harder on the large man to tango. He looks back to his fellow human and should she be in the mood to address his gaze he asks gently, "What do you think he should be forced to do?"
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Post by LochNess on Dec 16, 2015 3:06:15 GMT
Illya shoots Ainslin a sheepish grin. "Ah, but I was so enjoying your little show! My dear little fox, you were indeed splendid. No female here could have enticed him to the point of dropping his guard like you. Well, Aelita is too human, I'm rather a stranger, and Hana poses zero appeal as a woman." She loves the reaction she gets from Aya, but the pleasure is internalized as she presses on. "I had to wait for his guard to completely drop, and it did just now. Now, he's completely in our control." She looks to Onsei as she hears his voice. "Ah! So you can use sound with out using your physical voice! I wondered as much. I worried that I'd have to send one strand to where in your mind you control the super natural abilities, but even I'm not so cruel. Threaten me, though, and I'll shut down your power down completely." She smiles at him and gives a bubbly laugh. Now, she heard everyone's requests. "Dancing, a butler, and I already have Ainslin's request. Very well." She sets her drink down so both her hands can be used. Before, the movement perhaps showed hints of choppiness, but as he's moved to set Ainslin down delicately on her feet. Immediately, she leads him to lead her into a dramatic rendition of the waltz. And in a terribly horrible British accent, she makes him say, "Ainslin, my darlin. I'm afraid we haven't had much time just with the two of us since this journey began." She alters his features so they express a soft, caring smile and kind eyes. It's actually rather scary to my characters despite the perfectly natural look he wears. After a minute, he twirls her into a seat. "Now that your session is done, shall I fetch refreshments?" She scampers him off to the bar to get a strawberry daiquiri and some sweet rolls. He almost skips back and places it before Ainslin. "Ainslin," he whispers, but not so silently that the others can't hear. "I'm jealous... I'm jealous of you and the attention you've given Malek!" She kneels him down to one knee. "Ainslin... My sweet, darling Ainslin. I- I love you. You are my heart and soul. Please, look past mine faults and previous flirtations with Hana and other strangers, and accept my love. Then, we will be together forever!" Illya honestly impresses herself with control. His resistance is nothing to her strings. They move him with the same absolution as when he doesn't resist. He has no real control over his body while she has her hold on him. She looks to Midir. "So, this is the kind of thing you enjoy," she says while simultaneously having Onsei confess love and loyalty. "I never pegged you to have tendencies quite like this." She laughs at the thought.
Hana watches him, and when Illya says she has no appeal, a bright red blush appears over her face. "H-hey!" She snarls out. "Who are you to say I have no appeal?" It infuriates her even more when Illya merely laughs her off. This woman is terrible!" The rest of Onsei's act isn't met with interest or humor from her now. No, Illya ruined her mood saying that. Why does it affect her so? Who knows. Maybe his confessions to Ainslin, however fake, are not helping her mood. She's confused, slightly light headed, and just plain unhappy right now. She decides to take it out on Onsei. "Make sure he's completely immaculated." Illya obliges. A wry smile plays on her face as she watched him then. It still doesn't sit well seeing him so close to another after he had just been somewhat nice to her. She says to Ainslin as an after thought, "He wouldn't of been gentle. I mean... Training isn't supposed to be harsh, and yet the asshole kicked me hard enough to make me bleed. What a brute!" She laughs then.
Malek laughs as Onsei is bent this way and that now, seeing it's against his choice. His disembodied voice isn't too surprising given his ability, but it still kind of shocks him. Still, he laughs all the same. He tells Illya, "Who wouldn't enjoy this? He's been horrible to everyone. This is some sweet karma. Feel free to block his ability like you said you could, too. Then there's no means of resistance from him. No threat or anything. Id do it." When she insists otherwise except if threatened, he shrugs. It's a risk, but it's her choice he supposed. It's gratifying after he saw Hana carried in all beat up.
Aelita finally looks up from her arms to glance at the source of the commotion. She sees Onsei dancing flamboyantly with Ainslin, and she would be laughing if she won't exhausted. As Malek said, this is rather gratifying. Perhaps Illya is a lot stronger than she looks. At the very least, it's scary to think she could do this. She and Onsei both have means of ultimate control as far as she knows, and having lost control to Onsei, she knows the stress people would feel losing their command over their own bodies. She raises a brow as he's made to confess undying love. If there was any doubt of Illya's absolute control, it's gone now. She never imagined him even teasing anyone with such words, so it's certainly not him in control. After much thought, she says, "Is it possible to simply split his body limb from kind this way?"
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 18, 2015 0:30:07 GMT
Onsei's bodiless voice laughs as Illya notes of his ability "What kind of sound master would I be if I couldn't do this?" But still he realizes that it may be possible for her to actually access his brain with that threat. Though he doesn't see how, seeing as the brain doesn't work the same way muscles do. It is an organ that controls electric signals and the like. But he supposes that if the woman can control his body as is, then she just may be able to go through with her threat. He allows her to control him as she does, his body waltzing with the fox girl as his partner before he goes and says as instructed. He laughs with the others, mainly Sora and your guys, even as he goes ahead to basically skip his way to get the alcoholic drink and the snacks. This is a grand old time! Especially seeing Aislin blush as they waltz and as he tells Malek that he's jealous that the vixen likes to give attention to him. However, things turn down hill when love is brought into play. He fights the smile on his lips, the words that come from his lips and the soft expression on his handsome face. Love? What the hell is love? He doesn't know, nor does he really want to. He likes to just play. He prefers to go through a 'wham-bam-thank you ma'am' kind of ordeal if he's looking for any sort of attention in the romantic manner. He doesn't do relationships. He doesn't do confessions. And really, he loves that about himself. He loves his no strings attached life style. He's a free spirit. Hell, he could up and leave the group if he really wanted to even at the cost of power. But the fact that Illya went and made him actually say something that connects him, it's a low blow. One that he is not particularly fond of. Okay, that's enough, he tells himself darkly, a frown trying its hardest to take over his face. Illya said that if he threatened to revolt, she would shut down his power. However, sound and especially commands given from the brain are both much faster than a puppeteer's reaction time. He knows this all too well himself, being a puppet master himself. Everything has a frequency that when in contact with, it begins to vibrate and eventually even shatter if not simply snap. Including Illya's strings. It is natural for him to find this frequency swiftly and set to work before the strings are snapped (if you'll allow). Once free, a frown mars his face and he stands, normally bright and happy eyes dark and displeased. "Playing puppet master is over," he tells her should he actually get free, arms over his chest. Now on guard, he is certain that there is no way she can get those strings on him again. Should he, for whatever reason, fail he tries option two right away, attacking Illya by way of control herself. Should his first plan fail, his voice echoes and controls Illya much like he has done to Hana twice now. It only requires one note to take effect, but to prolong it requires the entire song. Should this succeed, a second voice over says the same thing as he will should his first plan actually work out. Along with the additional, "You made the mistake of being nice". And should this scene continue and Aislin is permitted to speak, his voice is decorated with venom when he addresses her, "And I've had enough. Now shut up and get her to release me at once. I could just kill you all at this point but I won't" Option three is utter failure, to which he still fails and ends up still under his master's control. The rage that burns in his eyes is that of a fire, that single blow to his ways doing in his good side completely. Silently he plots revenge, planning the perfect moment to attack.
Aislin, utterly proud of her success, smiles to Illya with a million dollar grin on her face, "I just can't believe it worked. Besides, at the very least Hana could do it because she has the body too". The blush from the after effects of her act is on her cheeks nice and bright still but she ignores it. Or she would have if it weren't for the fact that she is lead into a dance with the massive man. Her ears fall back in embarrassment as Onsei's poor British accent wafts around her as they dance. What she wouldn't give for this to be more....She doesn't know....More like a ball? Her dressed up and what not? That'd be great but dancing with him all the same is very nice. She sits and laughs with the others as Onsei shamelessly goes and does as mentioned, finding it particularly hilarious that such a large man is practically skipping to her. However, her heart thuds heavily as Onsei's mouth utters word of love and affection to her. His face is drawn into the calmest, kindest expression she's ever seen him make. It makes him look like a prince almost. It's not real. It's just Illya controlling him, she reminds herself rapidly before she can get too caught up into the moment. But the fun is ruined as Onsei retaliates with either option one or option two. Should he succeed with option one, her heart drops and a surprised look sprouts onto her face. Earlier was the first time she had ever seen him serious and determined. However, this new look is......Frightening. Was it so wrong to ask for her hopes to be answered even if only by way of pretend? Did he hate relationships that much? Should he end up having to go with option TWO, Aislin is still set into shock. She knows the song well, as should Hana. "Onsei, it was just some fun. Calm down will you?" But his response is hard and cold, the sound of the threat making her tail tuck and her ears to flatten. Should the third option occur, she frowns and realizes that there is anger in his eyes even as he coos loving words to her. It discourages the fun she wants to have, and her tail even stops wagging. Soon she finds herself saying, "I think we should stop," she tells Illya, "You're making him pretty angry. I've never seen him mad before and I'm kind of afraid to see him like that".
Midir doesn't guffaw like Sora seems to, but he is highly amused by Onsei's forced antics. More so because he is half watching Illya's fingers move and half watching the actual corresponding nonsense. How interesting it is to see that only one string is needed for so many muscles and the like. The fact that she can also make the demon TALK is also very impressive. "You learn something new everyday, don't you? I personally prefer manipulation over most things". He prompts the fairy with a small smirk, a bubble of a chuckle escaping him as Onsei nearly skips back to them all. But he is not stupid. He can see it in Onsei's eyes, the look of getting tired of the fun if only a little bit. The British accent and the waltz was apparently enough for him. But being the clown he seems to be, he goes along with getting the snacks and the drink for Aislin. It is the 'confession' that does him in. Illya may be able to control nearly everything about her puppet but there is one thing that she cannot. Emotions are not related to the muscles of the body and are under the mind's control. Of course, with that in mind she may be able to control them as apparently she can cut off his power. However, Midir only half believes this. No puppet master is perfect no matter how seemingly perfect their control is. So, he is not surprised when he sees the anger towards the confession in Onsei's eyes, the high displeasure. Should the first attempt succeed, he leans back in his chair and sighs. "I'm not surprised you broke that control," he tells the sound master. Due to his own abilities, he felt what the other man did through sound alone and finds it impressive. Should the second option happen, his eyes widen ever so slightly surprised by the retaliation and the level of anger that echoes in the second voice over. "It seems that they are at something of a stalemate. If he releases her, his powers will be taken away. If she releases him, she is at his own control. However you both could back down, it's simple to do". The third option is met by more amusement than before. He DID say that he is a fan of manipulation, and even ultimately forceful manipulation is part of this category. Should this scene be chosen he ends up asking the fairy, "How long can you hold your control for?" He assumes it depends on what, who and how much of that target she is controlling but he figures he should ask anyways.
Sora is having a grand ol' time watching Onsei dance and talk and everything of the like. He shows this by laughing his happy ass off even as the large man speaks in a horrid Brittish accent. That's worse than what he's heard in the real world! Too funny! He is amazed as well that Illya is the puppet master of someone whom is normally in that very position. And like Malek he does find some sort of pleasure in seeing the ass have a taste of his own medicine. But it's the confession that actually displeases him as well. Not in the way that it does Onsei, however. Sora's brows furrow as he stands and points at the demon. "Hey! None of that! Who ever said you could just up and confess your love to Aislin?! No one, so keep your feelings to yourself!" Of course he realizes that Onsei doesn't really feel that way for the fox girl, but it was just something of instinct for him to jump up and say that. Something an older brother would do. He agrees with the stopping of the control should the first option go through, pleased that Onsei won't be hitting on Aislin any longer. Should the second option go through however, his eyes widen and he blinks. He knew that Onsei isn't a fan of relationships, but he never figured he would actually attack just to stop something he doesn't like. He's never seen this side of Onsei, and it is actually rather intimidating. "......Okay.....Serious Onsei is kind of scary," he utters lowly to himself, unaware if anyone can hear him or not. Should Onsei end up absolutely failing, his brows furrow. "....I actually agree with Aislin. This isn't right. I know he's an ass and everything but I think you're pushing it a little far, Illya".
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Post by LochNess on Dec 18, 2015 2:42:20 GMT
It shall be option 3. Illya laughs along with the others at Onsei's controlled antics. She truly amuses herself. She had noticed once the affection was portrayed that she gets to, she notices the tension on the other side. He was going with it before, but the discomfort felt by Onsei can be felt through the connection she has. She prepares herself for some attempt at resistance. The first attempt certainly strained the strings, but they would not break. No, the strings, however fragile they appear, are the strongest material she has seen yet. But the resistance makes her tense as well. He's agitated, and he seems like the kind to harm if he must. So, her warning was put into action. The strand splits inside his spine. One remains, and one weaves delicately around the nerves and their many branching arms into his brain. The part active due to his use of sound makes it easy to find the nerves to block off to prevent effectiveness of his power. Thus, the 2nd option doesn't get to happen as she was prepared enough to shut him down just as the nerves activated to allow the paralyzing sound to ensue. Unfortunately, this left his physical restraint lax, so any expression of anger may be seen. "Oh my," she muses with a smile. "It would seem I've touched a nerve." She looks to Midir. "I can control him as long as the string is attached." To Ainslin, she says, "Yea, I do believe I touched a Nerve I wasn't expecting crossing. I do apologize, Onsei. I will drop control now. Do be ready to catch yourself. With my command gone, your muscles will be confused for a moment if you're not prepared, leaving you a twitching heap for a few seconds. Make for revenge, and you will regret it." She smiles at him. With that, the strings detach from the nerves. They remain there, ready for defense until she's sure he won't lash out immediately at least. With his control over his power and entire self restored, she relaxes just a little. To Midir, she adds, as if to ignore Onsei though she remains hyper aware of him, "Tell me, since you're such a fan, can you control others to such a degree yourself?"
Hana nods to Illya. "Thank you! I'm surprised you could enjoy tempting this pig," she tells her. She watches all the nonsense ensue, laughing joyfully with the others, though not as much. Still, when the time comes to confess his love, she can noticed the tension on his side, in his eyes. She frowns. It sounds like Illya did everything based on requests. Illya perhaps requested this, so she hopes Onsei doesn't crush her ideals. Perhaps he doesn't like being forced to make confessions, either because he's a playboy or simply due to lack of feelings for Ainslin. She speaks to Onsei while the others speak to Illya. "Easy there. Don't be rash," she tells him softly. Illya seems to see she went too far, and she even apologized. She's mischievous, but she knows limits. It's just that it seems she didn't see a llimit here until it was too late. Surely even he won't lash out in retaliation. It also shocks her how someone could so easily control him. He's not as completely invincible as he appeared. As he is now, Illya could force him to kill himself. Once he's released though, she sees that the Fairy's hands still remain curved as if controlling strings. Her guard is still up. Smart woman. To break the tension, she mutters, "Perhaps it's time we all went to bed." I think there's 4 rooms, right? One for every two of them. She gets up, having regained herself from the mild shock of the training she underwent. "Cmon Onsei. Let's sleep."
Malek indeed is rather envious, so he doesn't see the anger right a way. Contrary, it seems far to pleasant. It's fake, he knows that. But it still doesn't sit well. He wants to take Ainslin and hide in one of the rooms for tonight. However, his jealousy isn't so great for him to miss the tension that follows after and the flash of anger in Onsei's eyes. This is the first time he's ever seemed truly angry. Ooh ho. That fairy had best watch herself. She's foolish to let go control after seeing him so angry, but he can see she's trying to show there was no ill-intent with it. Even more impressive is Hana trying to change the subject to redirect Onsei. She seemed alert to his anger long before Malek, looking back at the situation that just happened. Her actions and speech remind him that despite her youth and stubbornness, she's a very perceptive person. Hopefully, with his fun he's been having with Hana, he'll be willing to go along with Hana's deterrent as she's trying to get him to do. Bed certainly does seem like a swell idea.
Aelita peers up at the suddenly loud voice from Sora. What is this, she wonders, as he seems so very hostile towards the confession. Is it jealousy? Of course that's what she'd think first, though she isn't entirely convinced of it. "Relax," she tells him. "It's just Illya." What ever the case, it becomes minimal in the event that suddenly the air becomes heavy with the agitation and anger from Onsei. She won't admit to him being scary, but she does tense up herself. Though she is tired, she is still cautious enough to focus herself right now since he's rather unpredictable. Hana's attempt to break the tension reminds her of her own exhaustion. Not wanting to be stuck with a demon for the night, she meekly touches Sora's arm. "Let's sleep, too. This whole event has left me only more exausted. No doubt we could all use rest now anyways."
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Jan 5, 2016 3:05:15 GMT
Onsei didn't really mind the whole 'puppet' thing but the thing that really got him going was the apparent confession. It made his blood boil so fast and in such a way that it hasn't in a while that he lashed out. His rage holds as he opts for a silent glare as Illya tells him what for, keeping his body and even his powers under her control. He knew that as soon as she slipped up, he'd take his chance. However, she doesn't until finally she releases him of her own volition. It's not the relationship part of a confession that he hates- hell, he would actively enter one if the chance ever showed itself to him, not that one has ever. But rather the confession itself. Being a man from a dating game and being forced to confess over and over again to the apparent main character has given him an intense hatred towards such actions. If you want to be with someone, in his mind you shouldn't have to go over board for that person to accept your feelings. Just out right say 'I love you' or something. None of that on one knee, or dramatically hugging the other person, kind of bullshit. That's the stuff that sets him off. None the less, the visible rage turns to a cheerful smile shortly after Hana coaxes him into calming down the best she can. However it's obvious that it's not her that actually does just that. The change of his attitude is all by his control, his lips going from a terrifying snarl to a relaxed smile. The change happens so fast that if one had blinked they probably wouldn't have seen the change in and of itself and mistaken him as an over all happy guy at the moment. The only way he really hints at having heard Hana is agreeing with her, "Bed does sound good right now; I'm quite tired after beating up the Princess". That said, he moves forward, gathering said element mistress into his arms like before and making for the stairs that lead to the second floor where their rooms are. "I'll tuck her in right and proper," he assures Malek should the oni eye him warily, "Don't you worry. Good night all," he coos at the end before officially disappearing to them. Once inside their simple two bed bedroom, he drops Hana onto what he dubs her bed to be without any warning, and then flumps onto his own bed back first. He uses his hands as a pillow, "What a long day. Wouldn't you agree Princess?" He utters to her, casual and relaxed as though he had never been pissed off in the first place.
Midir watches with amused eyes as Onsei is released and as Hana tries to coax him from his anger. The change in attitudes is so smooth that the Archangel actually wonders if that's a mask or if he actually is suddenly relaxed and care free again. He's heard of people- mainly psychopaths- that are able to do that. That being control one's emotions in such a refined way that it doesn't seem like they're unnatural in the first place. Midir wouldn't be surprised, honestly, if Onsei was one such psychopath. Even if only a little. He watches the sound master take the elementress away and only really offers his attention back to Illya once they're up the stairs. "I can't control people directly like you or Onsei can," he denies with a small shake of his head. Figuring that no harm will come to him if he tells his allies what he can do, he continues, "Instead, you could say that I can influence people to a point thought to be unfathomable". Which isn't completely a lie. Complete hypnosis by all means to the average person. Most people think that there's 'always a way out' of the trick, however he knows otherwise. At the mention of sleep, Midir nods but stays where he is seated, ready to stay awake the whole night for reasons only known to him. Despite seeming to sleep during their nights of rest in their travels with him, he has never actually been asleep but rather so much as pretending to be. Not due to trust issues or anything of the like but rather due to the fact that Archangels cannot sleep. Literally, upon becoming an Archangel, one loses the ability and the knowledge of how to fall into a dream world. Of course, laying there with your eyes closed for a few hours is refreshing, but no matter. "You guys go on ahead; I'd like to enjoy a desert evening one last time before we go". After all, come tomorrow they'll be officially out of the place.
Aislin's tail is tucked as she too sees the rage within Onsei's eyes, regretting that she agreed with Illya to do what they did. Though she dare not deny the fact that while it lasted it was fun. She watches with disappointment as once Onsei has himself under control does he ignores her the entire time. Not even one secretly scathing glance sent her way! The happiness that trills off his vocal chords compared to the deafening anger that so badly wanted to roar its fury is something that contrasts mind bogglingly crazily. She doesn't get how he can go from absolutely livid to his normal self if not a bit calmer. Is it a mask? Is it the real him? Honestly she doesn't know. She tries her best not to dwell on the sight of Onsei carrying Hana bridal style up the stairs to their apparently shared room. That was news to her, she was hoping she'd get to share with him despite his anger towards her. A foolish wish but she wanted it none the less. She sighs, only half registering Midir's information about his own ability. What his his explanation supposed to mean? She's not in the mood to try to figure it out. Instead, she agrees with Aelita's words and stands. Then she stops. Wait....Who is she going to share a room with?....The first person to pop into her head is surprisingly not Onsei- probably because of the incident moments ago- but instead Malek. With his charge gone, he's got no one to bunk with, right? Plus they haven't seen much of one another all day and she'd rather much like to spend time with the man who is quickly becoming a rather good friend. "Hey," she addresses the oni, "Mind if I bunk with you for the night?" She trusts he won't do anything weird; he's not that kind of guy after all.
Sora huffs as he turns to look at Aelita, pointing without a care, "I know it's just Illya controlling him but that doesn't mean it didn't come out of Onsei's mouth". It's in the form of a whine that he says this, waving his pointing finger at the hostile demon without care. His words earn him a wave of agitation sent by said sound demon. However, fearless as he is being a mighty mercenary and all, he ignores it. At the same time, he realizes that it's only a branch of Onsei's anger, and that the origin is probably a lot thicker and heavier than what he just got. But like Aislin, he finds himself slightly confused by Midir's intricate wording. Couldn't he say out right what he does? And how many more people that can control other people do they need in their group before they run out of abilities that can do that? Seriously, they had Onsei first, now they have Illya and him, and now even Midir? he was actually kind of hoping that despite his strength and species that the winged male was pretty normal. But there goes that dream, right down the drain. Noting Aelita's exhaustion, he offers to help her stand, "Then we should probably sleep then, huh?" He realizes that she wouldn't dare bunk with anyone else, being a hater of those not particularly human. Once she's on her feet, he goes with her to their apparent room and looks around with a tilt of his head, supporting his human friend should she need to be for whatever reason. "....So, which bed do you want?"
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