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Post by elvenimp on Dec 16, 2012 18:18:15 GMT -5
~~~ His hands shook as he reached for a scroll on the bookshelf in front of him. Tonight was the night. It had been exactly one-and-a-half weeks since she had last called him; since she had last summoned him. The worn paper of the scroll felt rough against his fingers as he opened it and laid it flat on a table. The room was lit by candles, their soft glow illuminating his pale face and dark hair. Blue eyes glinted out from underneath of his bangs and they moved quickly across the lettering on the scroll. It had been one of the few things his father had given him before his banishment. It had been a rare showing of kindness that Sohta never expected to see again. His long finger trailed over a particular line and he muttered under his breath. It was a spell, one that would change his appearance to something different. He needed to stock up more of them and what perfect time to do it then tonight. Reaching for the ingredients, a figure snuck up behind of Sohta. The second his fingertips brushed against the cool glass of a vial, the figure pounced. “Nii-san!” A female voice proclaimed loudly as the figure took Sohta into an embrace and caused him to let out a shout of surprise, nearly knocking over the vial he had been reaching for. “Momoko!” Sohta shouted and pried his younger sister’s hands from around his waist. She must have just gotten home from school and lately the younger female had taken to surprising Sohta in greeting. The girl giggled and let go of him, sticking her tongue out. Sighing, Sohta turned from her and rubbed the back of his head as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Do you want any help preparing the transmutation spell?” Momoko asked her older brother, clasping her hands behind her back and rolling back on her heels. She enjoyed surprising him in a way since he generally was the one doing the surprising. It was also because she enjoyed getting to hug him. School lately had been tough. There was a boy at school that she had taken a liking to and she didn’t think that he liked her very much in turn. It could be frustrating, but that was what family was for—to make you feel better when you weren’t too high on the totem pole of emotions. Sohta shook his head no, frowning gently as he looked at the ingredients needed. “Do we have enough Mandrake root to make ten of them?” He questioned, glancing up at his sister. They looked like siblings well enough. Her hair was darker and her eyes almost silver instead of the bright blue that his were. They had similar facial construct and well, they had the same parents. It was unfortunate that she had been dragged into his mess of things, though he supposed the younger sibling generally tried to copy the older sibling in some ways. Unfortunately for Momoko, that meant being exiled to the human realm with her older brother. She hadn’t seemed to mind too much though. In fact, Sohta could almost say that it was better for her not to grow up as a cold, merciless beast. “You must be low. Here—“ Momoko walked around the dim lit room and gathered all the ingredients for Sohta, setting it all on the table for him. “Three hours till sunset!” She said in a sing-song voice as she left him to his work, a smile on her lips. She knew he was excited for this evening. A woman he had been working on for the past two-and-a-half years would summon him tonight, if the pattern stayed consistent. Momoko wasn’t sure what his obsession was though, it almost scared her at times, reminding her of their father. The woman already had two demon marks. A third and Sohta could take her and do with her as he wished. Momoko knew her brother though and he might have been a demon but he wasn’t so maleficent that he would harm her past an injury or so. The whole reason he had been banned from the demon realm in the first place was because he had refused to take a witch’s soul after gathering three demon marks. Sohta was good at getting them, but he never could act as their father wished. He had never held enough malice in his heart. ~~~ Sohta finished the preparations within an hour and he reached for the source of magic in the human world. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, searching and feeling with his mind. He reached out and touched a ley line, the force of the world that kept life stable and each world they connected from collapsing in on themselves. He shivered as the force entered him, the cold and warm sensation trying to burn him as he stored the energy in his mind’s eye as a little ball. His eyes flashed open, glowing like burning ice. He breathed out a word in an ancient language that made the bowl he had compiled the ingredients in tremble. He directed the energy from the lay line into the ingredients and thought of what he wanted. It became so with a hiss and a small tendril of purple smoke coming from the now completely liquid concoction. Sohta didn’t disconnect himself from the line yet, the feeling nearly intoxicating. Instead, he picked up the bowl and put it to his lips, pouring the foul tasting mixture into his mouth. He drank it quickly, making sure not to spill a drop. Once finished, he took the bowl from his lips and uttered out another word, pain exploding behind his eyes and in his heart. He gasped, nearly dropping his bowl but the pain passed eventually. Shakily, he set the bowl down and turned to the doorway, where the shadow of his sister leaned up against the door frame. “Momo?” He questioned, voice a bit raspy. She moved from the door way and slid out of the room and into the hall. Sohta frowned, but followed her after tossing the spelling bowl into a vat of bubbling black liquid to dispel any remnants of the curse he had just made. He found her in the brightly lit living room, the sound of a fire crackling barely covering the sound of the door to his hidden work room closing. “I don’t like it when you watch.” He said and she rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I don’t know what you’re doing. I do the same thing.” She explained and turned the page of the magazine she was reading. “Still…” Sohta said and sat down next to her on the couch. The seat squeaked a little and he leaned backwards. A silly smirk came from his lips as he thought back on earlier this morning. “I finally got my history teacher back today.” He looked to Momoko who peaked over the magazine, her lips curling in an eager smile. “Oh? What did you do?” She questioned, her tone giving away the excitement she felt. Her brother was a master trickster and the best part was, he rarely ever got caught. “He is deathly afraid of spiders so made an illusion of a whole swarm come out of a book he had opened. They crawled all up his arms and he was screaming. When a few of the students came up to see what was wrong, all they found was a plastic Halloween decoration glued to one of the pages. It was priceless!” Sohta chuckled during his little story, Momoko giggling at the thought of his teacher in hysterics. The man would have been the only one other than Sohta to see the illusion. The poor man might have to go see a shrink for a little while. ~~~ That was how their early evening went, sitting by the fire and talking while the sun began to set outside. The world was eventually cloaked in darkness and a bit of an eager feeling formed inside of Sohta’s chest. Momoko could sense his eagerness as the evening wore on to night. It was about nine-o-clock when Sohta felt the familiar pull coming from inside of his chest. It was by no means comfortable and he groaned slightly. Momoko was coming in from the kitchen and her eyes widened. “Be careful.” She said softly as Sohta looked up at her with his blue eyes and smiled though he was in pain. He then let go an allowed himself to be pulled. His body disappeared in a small cloud of vapors. He had been dismantled by the atom and was being pulled along as though by a leash. He hated this feeling, he hated what came next. The second he felt his body reforming, he whispered a single word mentally and he felt his body reassemble different than what it had been before he had been summoned. He opened his eyes, now a purple hue hidden beneath goggles that had a yellow shade to them. He hair was white, falling in front of his face as he was sitting cross legged, right hand gripping his right knee as his elbow bent outwards; his left arm lay in his lap. His lips had curled into a smile, though his eyes held no such joy. He was in a circle, a bubble of aura that he couldn’t penetrate and that wouldn’t let him out unless the owner broke it down. Of course there was always a chance that there was a flaw in the design of the shield. He mentally probed the area, searching and finding nothing. His smile faded slightly, but of course he hadn’t expected there to be any mistakes, as unfortunate as that was.
Sohta truly hated being trapped like some caged animal.
~~~ ((I need the boy Momoko has taken a liking for and the girl that Sohta is expecting to be summoned by please and thank you! PM me before you post for more information if your are interested in joining!))
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Post by vamperious on Dec 16, 2012 22:22:50 GMT -5
As he walked into the silent house he frowned, it had been so quiet for almost a year now. His mother out of the picture right now, it was almost sad to be him. He placed his school book son the table by the door, while he took off his shoes. He hated the damned things, always making his feet sweat and such- it made it so he couldn't feel the gentle hum of power threw the grounds as there was a ley lane under his house. Adrain put his books on the table after brushing a side some paper work he was working on with his magic studies.Quickly getting threw his human school work he threw those books on the floor, then pulled his demonology book from his pile of papers. His mother had been going threw his things a while ago- finding his demonology texts- finding out his fascinations to scold him. He didn't care for it- so he had left only to return to find his own mother had tried to summon one- doing it completely wrong. He was working on getting a demon's name.. He was close- however he had perfected his circles he was nervous to put them to the test. It could cost him his life- if the demon felt like it. Scribbing some notes down on a page that already had notes scribbled across it in his own chicken scratch he sighed, a hand resting his forehead. He knew he was obsessed in a way- always had been. It was the one thing his mother wouldn't speak about so it was only natural he was curious. Once he found his mother's old books on demonology- it was like he couldn't put them down. Every page held something new- something- intimidating yet interesting.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 17, 2012 0:16:30 GMT -5
Yumino sat in the center of her apartment, the lights off and the room only lit by 4 candles that went around her circle drawn with black charcoal on the floor. She was working diligently, making sure nothing was left out, not a piece missing from her process. Her family had warned her gravely about summoning mishaps and how even the slightest flaw could result in damage or worse still, death... She double checked her runes, making sure they were perfectly formed in her perfectionist way. She had a tendency to obsess over small things like this, since summoning was one of the only things she could take pride in. Even if that shouldn't be the case right now. She wasn't summoning light creatures or familiars like the Tsukiyo had taught her. She had been dabbling in much darker magic recently. She was summoning a demon, one she had previously used on two other occasions. He was an interesting man, sly and witty, though she found that to be rather endearing, despite the danger he possessed. She found she dealt with magical beings alot easier than she did humans....They tended to be more accepting. Pushing the bitter thoughts away by drawing a heavy breath she raised her left hand and recited the words she now knew by heart. "Wind from the north, voice from the air, I call you to my circle." The candle at the north ooint of her cirlce flickered before going out. She looked to the second candle. "Earth from the west, home to us all, I call you to my circle." The smell of fresh soil filled the room before the candle went out. "Fire of the South, the passion that drives the spirit, I call you to my circle." The floor beneath her grew hot before the candle went out. "And Water from the East, the essence of life, I call you to my circle." When all the candles were out a purple glow came to the lines of her circle, telling her that it was charged with the necessary power to summon. She took in a breath and with a commanding tone, her will backing her words she called out into the air, "I summon thee, Augustiorisqueston, to my circle." She muttered a few spells under her breath, reinforcing her circle with more of her will to be sure he would be well contained. She couldn't be too careful when dealing with beings from another realm. A flash of bright purple light errupted from the floor before dark hazy smoke created a form in the center of the circle. The moment his eyes met hers she paused, feeling the exhiliration of a summoning properly preformed. She lowered her hand, her long cloak given to her by her mother shielding one of the raised marks that was on her wrist. "August, it's been a while." She said, her face void of emotion though her eyes held a certain...familiarity with him. She saved him the formalities she knew he didn't want and spoke to him as any summoner would their summon. "I am in need of your service a final time. Not for something quite as petty as my last request..." She looked at him though she wanted to avert her eyes. She had asked for a curse to be placed on one of the girls that had tormented her as a child and continued to do so well into the last few months. When the harrassment grew violent she turned to the one way she could get the girl to stop, by taking away her beauty. She was no longer the girl everyone praised and doted on for her external possession, that was truly only skin deep....now people got to see the real her underneath all that make up and fake smiles. "I need a spell to fix something--perhaps--to take away what their lineage inhibits, to unlock their full magical potential." She said though she felt completely uneasy. She knew the rules of summoning a demon for a favor the third time....it could certainly mean her soul would be taken. She already had two of the three marks...so what would August want from her when he finally got his third mark?
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Post by elvenimp on Dec 17, 2012 0:47:26 GMT -5
Sohta stayed still, eying up the pretty woman that stood before him, beyond her colored circle. His violet eyes stayed on her form and he breathed slow and steady. It was only when her request left her lips that he moved. His head tilted sideways, white locks of hair moving from in front of his goggle covered eyes. A thin smile formed on his lips and he breathed out, tendrils of vapor coming from it as though the room was ice cold. His position shifted as he began to stand, pulling his goggles up and off of his head, disappearing in a puff of purple tinted smoke. He was silent for some time as he stared at her, his eyes brighter than normal and an excitement coloring his expression. He was thinking on her words; wondering why she would ask for something when it could easily cost her soul. He moved forward and in his eagerness he forgot about the bubble. It burned him when he touched it, its color turning vibrant for a moment. He hissed and stepped back, holding his hand where he had touched it. What could be considered a glare formed on his face as he looked to the woman in front of him. “That is quite the demand, Yumino Tsukiyo.” He finally said, his words coming out as a purr; putting a hint of his power into his words that would have shaken her to the core if only he knew the rest of her name. He stopped nursing his injured hand and healed it with a flick of his wrist. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and smiles, canines long and sharp. “What would a daughter of the Tsukiyo want with more power—oh yesss.” He sounded almost like a snake as he turned from her, his back facing her. His traditional Japanese yukata slipping off on of his shoulders slightly; the red, purple, and blue thing reflecting in the candle light. He turned to face her suddenly, face contorted in a smile that was hiding deeper emotions. There was possessiveness in him that he couldn’t let go of. It was in his nature. It was part of being a demon. He was his father’s son after all. He couldn’t help being good at what he was. “You don’t have all of their power. Little Yumino left out because of her mother’s choice in mates.” He tsked at the end and sighed as though he felt pity for the half-witch. She was more powerful than she knew; being able to summon the Demon King’s son was no small feat. Of course, he was banished to the human world making it easier—but that made little different. He stood straight in the circle, looking at it with disgust before he looked back to his summoner in her pretty little cloak. “I cannot change your DNA, the matter that makes you—you.” He said, though continued before she could interrupt him. “But I can unlock your potential. I can give you what is hidden inside, here.” He place one of his long fingered hands over his heart, pressing down a little harder than he needed, the pale skin that was showing turning red when he removed it. He realized that he had leaned forward in his eagerness and he took a step back, his eyes glowing from the candle light. “What would you offer me in turn?” He questioned, the words heavy with seriousness and a tone that only a caged demon could have.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 17, 2012 1:06:17 GMT -5
((Sukisosakutiri-- was that momo's summoning name? i didn't know what u had decided on...))
Adrian was reading an interesting section tonight- it was just after nine- it was on summoning high leveled demons. It gave a few names- written in with a quill once upon a time- however he didn't think they would have worked by how they were scribbled out. He was reading a paragraph about how to acquire a name- you had to summon one- then bargain for summoning names- however he thought it was bogas. There was a small note in the book there also- opening it up it gave a few sur names to use or phrases to try to get a high ranking demon- in hopes your circles held strong. He was confident enough but he wasn't too sure if he wanted to test his circles just yet. He was more cautious then he seemed how ever on this subject he usually jumped the gun. He however wanted to be alive tomorrow to do it again. Shaking his head he replaced the note after scribbling more words on his own note page and then closed the book. Standing up and putting a pot on the stove he made some tea- as he looked threw some drawers he pulled out some candles. The thought about making a circle pestering him in his mind.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 17, 2012 1:42:55 GMT -5
Yumino stood her ground firmly as he practically toyed with her, though most would move away from a creature that was a part of the depths of darkness. She was not foolish enough not to fear him, but her fear was well contained. Training and practice taught her that if you showed a demon your weakness they could very easily control you. If she ever hoped to reach her dream of becoming powerful...she needed this demon to aid her, not control her... His eyes were quite disarming however, the way they looked in the light of her circle, the only light that was in the room. The purple was almost irradescent, shinning with a power that she craved, and a sense a mystery she was slightly drawn to if not feared.... The way he addressed her, her name slipping from his lips in that purr, could only send a cold rush down her spine, reminding her of the power he held by even just having two of her names...if he had her full name what could he do? The thought was rather scary so she pushed it away, since she needed to stay focused on her goal at hand. She had no intentions of losing it, not after two summons and two marks later.... His words about her wish, however, hit her right in the sore spot, as if he was able to read the darkness behind her desire. Though she stood tall, her lip did twitch with effort to keep her composure from slipping. She wouldn't give him that power over her, not even if it shattered every part of her soul, she was not going to show him weakness. At first it sounded like he wouldn't be able to help her, her heart stopping momentarily in fear that summoning had been for nothing... but only moments later he filled her in that he could infact get around her lineage and unlock her power... But of course there was always a price for that. Something in return for what she wanted. She understood and respected that. He should get something in return for helping her. He owed her no favors or special treatment. When asked what she would give however she was quick to answer, since honestly she would give anything....except one thing. "Anything you want." She told him almost instantly but she made herself stop mid movement as her eyes went to the palce on his pale skin where he had pointed to his heart. "well--if I could make a request..." She said the last bit rather softly, her eyes flitting back up to his. "I would ask that if you were to ask for my soul, allow me a few days with it, to enjoy the gift given to me..." She said though she wasn't sure what he would say in response to that. Demons weren't known for sympathy, but then again she had to try and bargain some how. She would only want time to show the Tsukiyo that she wasn't a screw up...to bring her mothers honor back that she lost in their eyes. Her mother needed her family, regardless of how much she claimed she didn't. It was a lonely world for magic users with no foundation, no back up, and no honor....
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Post by elvenimp on Dec 17, 2012 2:06:57 GMT -5
Yumino was a woman Sohta did admire in a way. She stood her ground as he played his demon part, his emotions running high as he looked at her intently; desire behind his eyes that one could mistake for lust. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips when she said he could have whatever he wanted. That wasn’t something he had been expecting. Of course, she had a request after that, one that was reasonable in and of itself. He took a step forward after she voiced her request, head tilted to the side. His hands were hidden by the sleeves of the pretty silk yukata he wore. “Anything I want?” He said, his voice but a whisper as he let some of his desires seep into his tone. His eyes narrowed and his head tilted back. “I want my third mark on you.” He started, pointing towards her. “Wherever you want it.” He added before breathing out. His eyes grew more intense as his progress on this half-witch was coming full tilt. “I could have your soul if I wanted it, but I have no desire to make you into a familiar, nor a slave to any demon.” He licked his lips, almost seductively. “I will give you time to use your little gift, but you will be bound to me and when I come for you—and I promise you, I will come—you will be mine.” His head had tilted forward and he looked dangerous and appealing as if he was a predator stalking his prey despite being caged like some mangy beast. “Oh, you will have time and you can even summon me for whatever else you might want, but—“ He paused and walked so that his face was nearly touching the end of the bubble. “Next time you summon me, I don’t want to be locked up like some animal.” He nearly growled the last word, his face almost in a snarl, but he controlled himself. He almost had what he wanted. It was within his grasp, he only needed to reach out and grab it. She would summon him again, even if he did own her life after this. How could she not? If she accepted this deal, she was his no matter what she tried to do. If he were not banished to the human realm, he would be allowed to reach across the lines and collect her day or night without warning. Of course, he could just walk up to her in the daylight and steal her away, though that would seem almost silly. It was, however, a perk that he had above the rest of his demons. Something in his father’s banishment curse had blocked out the magical force that kept demons from being summoned in the day—aka, Sohta and Momoko could walk in the day light. It sapped them of strength if they stayed out too long of course. Their magic also was a bit less effective in the daylight hours. But that was a price he would gladly pay to see the sunlight. Sohta hid the hunger in his eyes, the need to complete the bargain, to show he was not some toy to play with. It was more than that though, Sohta had known this female for two-and-a-half years now and something about her caused him to be drawn to her. He felt compelled to touch her. He wanted to feel her skin beneath his own and take in the scent of her hair. It was a dominating need in him that made him feel desire every time she had taken his mark. It was sick and twisted and it made him feel like the wretched little demon he was; but it was part of who he was and the lineage that was in his blood. He could not help how he had been raised, despite the fact that he was the kindest demon anyone this side of the ley lines would ever meet.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 17, 2012 2:32:39 GMT -5
Frowing as he seeped his tea leaves he looked around him seeing all the materials but a few to start least. He smirked,his brain was trying to push his obsession farther- his will however was stronger in a way... However he was tryign to reason now- he could start the preparations as he worked on the name he was looking to summon- he just needed to be slow and meticulous. He had a summoning room- his mothers room- it was bare and empty but a few shelves housing more books on summoning and the things required for it. Taking his tea and the large book and a few pages of notes he went to the room near the back of the house. Setting things down by the door he began drawing the circle and the gliphs on the floor as well as the star for summoning. Sitting back to admire his work he smiled, it was perfect- not a flaw to be seen. Getting up he stretched-his back aching slightly from being hunched over he picked up some candles and laid them out accordingly to the diagram in the book. He didn't know what he was going to do but it was a bit after ten now. He didn't know what words to even use- it was strange but he felt almost compelled to do this but he shook his head. "Not tonight..." He smirked then gathered his tea- taking it to the kitchen to finish as he cleaned a bit then went to bed- he had school in the morning however he would probably rather be here- working on a name.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 17, 2012 10:31:44 GMT -5
August always had an aura of power about him, but she had to admit that didn't intimidate her as much as his exressions did. It was so strange the way he looked at her, like she was actually something to be desired...perhaps that was just her reading too far into a sadistic desire for her soul but....he seemed to listen to her in a way that she hadn't expected, almost as if giving her a hint of respect. Though he was by no means easy on her, he never lashed out like the demons she heard about in study journals and eyewitness cases. She was thankful, in a twisted sort of way, that he wasn't like the demons that used trickery and hidden clauses in their spells. It was clean, this business of ask and recieve, even if it was very dangerous. But now it came time when the deal would take a much more extreeme note. For her wish, she would sell herself to him, eternally in his possession. She wasn't quite sure what to make of him not wanting her soul...but she had to say in a way that was some kind of relief. But still she hadn't decided yet if she was truly willing to give herself up for this? Most would call her insane, a fool for giving life for something so frivilous.... But it wasn't frivilous to her. She was just so sick and tired of it all...if she could just have one piece of pride in herself before she forfited her life then she would accept this deal with a demon. "I accept August. As for the mark--" She turned around, putting her back to him and pulling the hood from her head, her long pink hair falling from where it was gathered down to her lower back. She lifted the hair out of the way to expose the back of her neck, pale as the rest of her from her thick hair. "I want it here." She said, looking over her shoulder and indicating with her eyes that she meant the back of her neck. She wouldn't tell him why, mostly because she herself was a bit put off by it. The reason was her father found the first one on her wrist and sent her to a shrink for a week because he thought she was cutting herself, even though it was obvious she wouldn't as the therapist had told him. To her she was a normal angsty girl... "And about the circle...I guess I wont need the wards if I'm already yours huh..." She said, her voice light as she tried to just get it out that she had accepted whatever fate she was bound for. Whatelse was there for her to do? She lessened her will going into holding up the wards however, the circle was still intact. He could cross but she was unsure how that might affect him.
((Wasn't sure how the process of placing the mark went so I kinda just left it open for ya. Fill in what needs to be filled in lol))
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Post by elvenimp on Dec 17, 2012 13:44:36 GMT -5
When the words left Yumino’s lips saying she accepted, a grin unlike anything he had shown her before slipped from his lips. A ripple of heat shot through him, the excitement sickeningly strong to him. His eyes stayed on her, lips in a nearly giddy smile. When she turned and showed him the back of her neck, her silky looking pink hair falling like ribbons, he inhaled sharply. “As you wish.” He said and with a flourish of his hand, a new mark began to etch itself on the spot she had specified. It would burn like fire for a moment, but that was a simple price to pay for having a demon mark you. His mark was a half circle. The first one had one line going vertically through the straightened edge, the second two, and now the third one had three. It excited him greatly and she turned to him with words that heightened that excitement. He needed to stay calm though. If he scared her now, she wouldn’t summon him again and he would have to bring her forcefully to him. That just wasn’t a very fun task. He closed his eyes and he could feel her wards weakening. She didn’t take down her circle, but it wasn’t steady anymore. He wrapped his consciousness around the cracks he could feel and forced his will upon them. Her circle, the color of her aura, faded and was taken over by and ice blue circle with rivets of gold. It only flashed that momentarily though, what looked to be thick spots of black ink began covering the pretty aura until it was covered in black. His soul was stained black from the magic he did; the curses he twisted. It was recompense for shifting nature. Now that the circle was his, Sohta’s eyes flashed opened and he stepped into it, breaking the circle. The air smelt fresh out here, unlike the scent of burning ozone and hot metal; the scent of demon magic. Each magic, after being performed had a scent. Ley line magic smelled of ozone, elemental depended on what element was being used, and summoning of charcoal or chalk dipped in a wet fall day. It was a way to distinguish between magic users, though demons had the most distinguished scent, something Sohta had trouble with when out in the human realm. He had to work hard to cover his scent up, especially because it was foul. Sohta shivered as he took a step forward towards witch. She was his now after all. He searched her face for fear, some emotion that would normally excite a demon, but it made him feel ill. Of course there were times where the fear was intoxicating, reminding him of the power he held; but he tried not to let himself turn into one of them. “I won’t hurt you.” He nearly purred and reached out, placing his thumb and index fingers over her temples. “I can’t hurt you till I at least complete our contract.” He added, mainly to see if she feared him for that. She was gutsy, letting him out before he had completed his end of the bargain. Of course, nearly all demons kept their word, especially when it came to the third mark when they would own them. There was a way around the marks and the names. Say the demon you summoned escaped, then they could steal you away to their realm without any penalty. It was what made them extra dangerous. “This might hurt a bit, but I can’t help that.” He whispered as he closed his eyes and forced his way into her mind. He could see things, parts of her. If he wasn’t careful he could drive her insane and go through her life in a matter of seconds, but, he didn’t. He waded through carefully, going around thoughts except for the few that he ran into. The teasing of others, the cruelty of her family and their ignorance; he could feel her emotions towards her family and he understood. He got to the center, the pulsating, glowing energy that was in her mind; part of her magic. There was a dark spot, an area that, with time, would light up and make her stronger. She wanted it now and there had never been a guarantee that she would ever unlock her own potential. His eyes scrunched together and his pressed the index and pointer fingers of his free hand lightly over her heart. Words came from his mouth like a stream, foreign and ancient and full of power. He didn’t have this curse inside of him, he had to use the elements already placed around the room. He could do it, but it took extreme concentration and it would drain a lot of his stored power. He reached out and grabbed a ley line, reinforcing the magic he was weaving. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot through him and he was sure she could feel it as well. He knew witches sometimes used ley lines during sex to heighten the feelings; demons did as well. He wasn’t intending it for that purpose, but he supposed it would be entertaining to see how she reacted. Within another minute the stream of words coming from his lips ceased and he pressed harder over her heart, using his mind’s eye to stare directly at the power source in her mind; he could feel it in her heart. “Yumino Tsukiyo, I claim you as mine to do with as I see fit. Under the contract that we have forged, I take your inner power and unlock it. The earth to ground you, water for balance, fire for power, and wind for control.” He was translating a small portion of what he had said earlier, not for her sake of understanding what he was saying, but to allow her to realize that she was owned by a demon now. He disconnected from the ley line after a shot of energy pooled through him and into Yumino. She was awakened now. His hands dropped from her and he stepped back, his face shadowed slightly. “It is done. Go now and do what you will, but remember; you are mine, little witch.” He sounded possessive and he smiled before disappearing in a small puff of vapor and purple smoke. He was no longer under her control and could leave and move where-ever he wanted. He chose to go home, popping into the living room smelling of burning metal and ozone. The second his body reformed, loud mashed up sounds assaulted his ear drums and he covered them, realizing that it was Momoko who was singing and dancing to music. She didn’t stop right away but Sohta assumed his scent was what caused her to freeze and spin around mid-verse. “What did she have you do?” She questioned, a bit wide-eyed at how drained her brother looked. There were bags under his eyes and his skin had the pallor of a dying person. Sohta smiled in concern and his yukata disappeared, being replaced with a tee-shirt and sleep pants. “She took my third mark in return for unlocking her hidden potential.” He said softly and Momoko’s eyes widened. Part of her was excited for her brother, though part of her was worried. They still had limited contact with the demon world. If Sohta wanted to sell her to their father for instance, he could try; but she didn’t think he would. He seemed to have something else in mind for the witch that had been using him. “Congratulations!” Momoko said and gave Sohta a hug, though she pulled away quickly. “Now go take a shower.”
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Post by kimcora on Dec 17, 2012 17:37:54 GMT -5
The burning from the mark being placed made her wince, her composure breaking momentarily as it came and went. The way he was smiling however made her heart beat a bit faster, not just in fear but at how happy he looked. She knew she had claimed his attention for two and a half years, summoning him the first time when she left the Tsukiyo household...back the she had no idea what she was doing and dealing with...now she still didn't know much about him or even really more than his name. When he broke her circle she felt a shiver go through her as he appraoched. She didn't move away from him, no matter how her senses screamed about danger in letting him get too close. He spoke of not hurting her and she blinked, her eyes looking up into his as he strangle took hold of herhead. She didn't move or answer, only stared at him waiting to hear what came next. Almost as a small reminder that she wasn't totally safe, he told her that he couldn't hurt her till after the contract was complete. It would be called foolish that she let him out of the circle when everyone knew demons could be tricky and take what they wanted regardless of how you tried to stop them, but at this point what did she have to lose? Her life was already his regardless of wether she got the magic or not. The mark said so. When he began to speak the spell she suddenly felt a jolt go through her, like touching a live wire. She wanted to recoil from it but steadied herself in place by squeezing her eyes shut and holding her breath. As the electricity zapped through her she could feel trendlils entering her heart, causing it to beat a little faster when his touch over her heart gave a little more pressure. He was muttering things in another language one she wanted to understand but knew she couldn't. Demon magic was archaic and impossible for her to achieve anyways. His words suddenly became understandable as if he were translating for her, but the part that really stuck with her was the part about claiming her. It made her stomach twist and she could feel the sickening shock that she was no longer in control of her fate any longer....It was in this mans hands... Her eyes opened only after she felt a sudden relief to the shock, a cool energy seeming to sweep through her and encase her her heart. It felt too cold to be soothing and to raw to be gratifying. For a moment her eyes flashed a purple light before settling back into the green blue she was born with. She felt suddenly charged, as if she could run a marathon through her building and not break a sweat. But to do so would be ridiculous and it hardly told her if his spell had actually worked. Almost as quickly as he was done, he was telling her how she was his again, making her frown ever so lightly as he disappeared. The lonliness of the dark apartment didn't faze her, mostly because she was curiously observing herself for any changes. She felt...normal except for the rush of adrenaline and magic...but she didn't feel new or powerful. Just...like Yumino. Deciding it was worth a test she closed her eyes and muttered a spell under her breath for illumination. She focused on the bulb in her cieling fan and watched with some glee as it lit and stayed on. She smiled brightly. It hadn't worked in years and even then she hadn't been able to get it to stay on before, it would only flicker when she used magic on it...She went to cheer but suddenly all the bulbs in the room lit and began to explode one by one, making her squeak and run back to her room. Perhaps she would have to test this in the morning, when she wasn't feeling so amped up....
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Post by vamperious on Dec 17, 2012 19:25:24 GMT -5
That morning he peaked into the room where he had drawn the summoning circle, wanting to go in- to re draw to make sure it was perfect but he already knew it was perfect. He was rather meticulous over things- he knew he had done it correctly however it was bugging him that he couldn't summon a high ranking demon right off but he knew he had to take baby steps. Shutting the door he put the key in the lock and made sure it was secured. If any one broke in that was the only room with valuables to him any more. Human things were useless- his witch craft supplies and texts were priceless. Slipping his shoes on he frowned- the relaxing hum from the ley line gone now with the rubber insoles he wore. Walking to school didn't take too long- maybe 10 minutes. He was usually early however he sat in his classroom with the same people every day and he was usually first. Sitting down in his desk, he sighed pulling out his notes and read them over- until some one walked into the room. He glanced up with a blank expression then returned to his notes covering them up a little from the human. He would read his notes again and again until he could recite them in his sleep.
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Post by elvenimp on Dec 17, 2012 20:17:00 GMT -5
The nigh didn’t go very well for Sohta. His body hadn’t liked being drained of its energy stores and it took him nearly three hours of scrubbing and using scent amulets to cover up the burnt metal and ozone smell that had blanketed him. He spent another two sitting on his bed just absorbing power from the ley line closest to him. It tasted of dust and ancient things since it ran through a graveyard less than half a mile away. Momoko had helped her brother with the amulets and even watched him sit for a while, frowning in concern. He looked just like their father sitting there with a stern expression that betrayed no emotion. It was so completely different from the man he tried to be; the jokester that always tried to make people laugh. It was as though he had two personalities and it concerned her in a way, though she knew she was similar to him in her own ways. She couldn’t be there to keep him in line as he was for her, but she wouldn’t let him walk down the path of their father, not after how hard she had watched him fight the Demon King for his rights. She wanted him to be the person he always wanted to be, not the evil villain that everyone expected of him. He deserved that much. ~~~ Momoko woke in the morning to the scent of cooking food and the sound of running water. She bolted up right and got ready for school, realizing that she must have over slept if Sohta was cooking for her. She showered and dressed within ten minutes and didn’t bother to look at the clock until she had half-ran into the kitchen. She still had two hours before school started. She groaned and plopped down on one of the kitchen stools. Sohta gave her a glance and smirked. He didn’t sleep last night and had gotten hungry. He didn’t look nearly as tired as he had after coming home from being summoned by Yumino; the line had given him more strength. He was just too excited to sleep. The siblings ate breakfast together and spoke of what was going to happen today. Momoko didn’t bring up last night and neither did Sohta. It was something they didn’t talk about during the daylight hours. It didn’t feel right and Momoko also knew that Sohta was still working on a plan. He didn’t like to be interrupted when he was planning something. They went their separate ways afterwards, Momoko’s school in the opposite direction of the University that Sohta attended. ~~~ Momoko jogged up the stairs that led to her school and she eventually made it up the pathway that ended with a large building. It was a popular high school, though its rates were quite cheap. She sighed as she entered the fairly deserted campus, most no one was at school an hour before it started. She walked down a hallway, took a flight of stairs up a floor and finally came to rest in front of her classroom door. She slid it open and walked inside, her black hair loose; hanging down to her hips. She looked up with her light eyes and found Adrian James to be sitting in his usual spot. He only looked up to glance at her, but he went right back to reading, as though he hadn’t a care in the world that she even existed. She was a bit taken aback, but they were the only two in the room. She walked slowly to her spot and sat behind him, staring at his pretty red hair before nibbling her lower lip. She just needed to be confident; like she was when confined in a circle. “Good morning Adrian-san.” She said, using his first name, but adding an honorific because she wasn’t sure if he really even liked her in any way shape or form. They had been in the same class together for the past two years, but he had only ever said a few words to her in passing. ~~~ Sohta made it to the university in good time, though he didn’t go straight to his classroom. He had quite some time before his first class, math. He instead went to the cafeteria and bought a thing of canned coffee. He found a secluded spot and sat down, feeling his body adjusting to the sunlight. It felt wrong on his skin, like it shouldn’t have been there. He was dressed casually in jeans and a white shirt with a green button up layer above it; though the buttons were not done. He found it somewhat enjoyable to be one of the few people here in the cafeteria that was usually bustling with noise. It was almost relaxing, though he couldn’t help but wish there were more people so he could make some trouble. He opened the can of coffee and drank some of it. He set it down and leaned back, making as though he pulled a toothpick out of his pocket when in reality he had just used a spell to put it there. He set it in his mouth, biting down on it and sighing as he looked around at everyone else here, a few on their computers and a few studying their books. He felt like it was going to be a long day.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 17, 2012 21:06:47 GMT -5
When she spoke he smirk, figuring humans' would never let him read his notes. "Morning. Why are you here early?" He asked his tone showing indifference as usual. He was used to the girl she always seemed to want to sit by hims and talk to him. She was rather cute- but his mother cautioned him about spoiling the blood line with human's and how it was frowned upon in his family. He didn't care to keep in contact with any of them any more but he still wanted to keep true to his values. However that didn't mean he couldn't play around eventually -after he figured out how to summon a powerful demon. He dreamed about it, he thought about it, he wanted it...he needed it. He smirked, putting down his notes of the page he had read four times, and stretched a bit. His brain was hurting form all the words recently between school and demonology books- he was tired.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 18, 2012 0:17:53 GMT -5
The sound of Act 1. Waltz, Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky floated from the open dance room near the university's gym. The room was thought to be empty since the classes that took place in there had left a while ago. However one of the students still remained. Her moves were almost silent, her shoes making little thumps on the floor as she stepped and leapt. She kept in time with the beat her feat moving so quickly in her twists and turns that her weight seemed almost effort less. She seemed to glide along the floor delicately, like a flower being carried by the breeze. It was obvious however from the concentration in her face that she was working hard to stay on point, since she had been at this for nearly three hours already and was starting to feel the aches and straining in her legs. If she could just make it to the next pause, to one next cord... One false turn however proved too much for her pushing and sent her to the floor on her side. She groaned at the ache from hitting the hard floor but she got up and made herself get to her feet once more. She would take that as a sign she needed to stop for a break, she still had a while before her class started anyways. She looked for her water bottle only finding it was empty. She sighed and went to the cafeteria since it was the only place she could get ahold of water in a large enough quantity. She removed her ballet shoes and placed them in her bag slipped on her usual converse since she had nothing else to really put on. She tugged on her jacket over the leotard her leggings working as pants for the time being. She made her way across the greenery to the cafeteria and found the cafeteria to be thankfully pretty empty. She walked into the line and grabbed a water bottle from the small fridge and brought it to the counter. When she had paid and turned to leave a boy not paying attention that was talking on his phone slammed into her, making her water hit the floor in its opened state and spill everywhere. "What the hell--" The guy looked pissed that water went all over him, however when he looked and saw it was Yumino he took a step back. She didn't intend it, but her frustration with dropping her water seeped into her eyes, making her already intense cold gaze turn even icier. "Uh-um--sorry." The guy stammered before walking away looking quite pale and awkward. She blinked, her look indifferent however since she was used to this sort of thing. People always tended to avoid her gaze for some reason or another. She knelt and picked up the bottle before reasoning that she needed to clean this up.
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