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Post by elvenimp on Nov 12, 2014 18:20:25 GMT -5
The words out of the Tsukiyo head’s mouth held August rooted to the spot for a moment. His violet eyes bored into the older Yumino , his lips twitching at the corner until it broke into a smile and a sputtering laugh came from him. It built in intensity until he threw his head back, his laughter high and loud and obviously not because he found her words funny. It may have been laughter but it was without mirth. He snapped his attention back to the old witch in front of him, the laughter slipping from his face and revealing a cold anger that would have sent a lesser person to their knees. “You think that it belonged to her?” He growled, voice low and full of disbelief. Rather quickly, his voice rose. ‘That traitorous bitch stole it from me!” He roared, right fist clenched as his left hand was outstretched towards the Tsukiyo head. “Did you honestly believe that a simple priestess like her would have the knowledge and skill to write down all of that magic; all those secrets. No! It. Was. Me.” He emphasized his last words by pointing at himself, the ferocity of his movements jarring his beautiful Yukata so that some of the pale skin on his chest began to show. His posture was still, his expression betraying the irritation and anger and despise he held for the priestess he spoke of. The gall of the woman before him was enough to make him want to lash out and injure her in some way, but he resisted as that would make his job that much harder. He sneered at the old Yumino and turned away. She wouldn’t give it up so easily. He knew that but deals took time. His eyes landed on his Yumino once again and he felt the fire in his belly give a lurch, the cold and dark anger he felt grew hot and fresh as the memories of the past twenty four hours surfaced in his mind briefly. He might have hurt her but she had not been as kind with his heart (or lack thereof as she thought) either. August walked back over to her, it seemed as though he was truly in no hurry to make Granny Tsukiyo hand over the book. He made stopped next to Takehiko, placing his hand on the he-witches head as though he was using him as a simple leaning post. He glanced down at the very angry boy and then back at his Yumino, a smirk on his lips. He brushed past the boy, a little forcefully pushing off his head to make it look like he had bowed it down even farther. Elegantly, he circled around Yumino, his yukata sweeping the floor in rippling waves. He pulled her up so that she was standing full height and looked her over as though he was examining an item at a store that he wanted to buy. Moving behind her, he trailed one finger up her arm, a rather curious expression played out on his features. He leaned in close to her, his chin nearly resting on her shoulder as his opposite hand kept trailing up her arm until it stopped at her shoulder. “I could alienate your from your entire family. I could make them despise you more than they already do. I know what you have done. I know where every single little mark on your body is—“ He trailed off, his breath hot on his cheek as he marched his fingers across her shoulder until they reached her neck. He brushed his fingers along her neck, one finger just barely grazing the edge of the mark he had placed, covered quite artistically with her hair. He could see her jugular vein pulsating with the quickened beat of her heart and he found a sickening excitement form in him. “I could reveal your little secret.” He hissed, voice a whisper only she could hear as it was earlier. There were murmurs in the crowd. He could hear some were concerned with Yumino’s safety and others, whom he assumed were a part of the Tsukiyo family wondering aloud if he somehow knew the witch personally. Some even thought that he was trying to seduce her. It was rather quaint actually. Make her hate him more… “If I wanted to I could take away everything you are trying to build here. The trust, the respect—your mother’s place back with her family.” August’s tone was harsh at this point but he pulled away in a spin, fingers trailing slightly along her skin before slipping off. He didn’t tell her that he wasn’t going to do that to her. He wasn’t that cruel. He hadn’t come here to humiliate her. He had only come for his book. He stopped once more before Takehiko, squatting down in front of the he-witch with a scowl, though his eyes showed a pure menacing delight behind the man’s anger. He chuckled softly as he titled his head to the side. “Aww. Is the little Prince angry that he’s been neutered in front of…well everybody?” He gave a mock sympathetic look before patting him on the cheek rather roughly and standing. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted his book back so that he could leave. Yumino would never hold affection for him anyways. Why should he try to hide what he was or be better than the rest of his kind when it didn’t matter anyways? Nothing mattered right now except for being successful in achieving his goal tonight. Once more he walked up to the Tsukiyo head, this time coming quite close to the old woman, the fiery hatred and loathing in her eyes was a beautiful sight to see. He felt a slight connected there. At least the witch knew the power of anger…or so it seemed. “You will not give back what is rightfully mine?” He questioned, one eyebrow rising. His voice wasn’t loud and showy. It was a simple question for the old witch. A very simple one in fact.
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Post by kimcora on Nov 13, 2014 22:16:57 GMT -5
August’s fury was evident on his features, which made the older Tsukiyo woman internalize her own temper at the demon getting mouthy with her. Once a powerful god creature or not, she could still stand on her own. She was not used to being disrespected in front of her peers and it was steadily making the air around her feel static, like she was trying to vaporize August with her stare. However his shouting meant she had gotten to him, made Tsukiyomi feel something beyond his smug pride. That in itself was a step in the right direction for them, when eventually they crushed the demons under their power…She knew her ancestor didn’t write that book. There was no way she would know the ancient magics contained within those pages. But the fact was she took it from the demon and they had done well to keep it from the demons and other clans. She wasn’t going to just hand it over to this demon regardless of his power. Yumino felt a creeping sensation run up her spine at August shouting at her grandmother. She had never seen him that furious and in fact the hate in him for her ancestor made her feel terrified of what he might do. He hated her ancestor, that he told her she looked so much like…Would he turn his anger on her because of that? She may not have had a good relationship with her grandmother, but that was still her family he was abusing, her friend made fiancé that he was punishing for some reason. Hiko looked so angry… She was angry that he would target them over some book. If he wanted this book, why didn’t he just take it from them and let them be? Yumino’s body locked up when August approached her, especially since she felt her heart quicken at the beautifully dangerous persona he presented. She felt like a deer being stalked by a predator, waiting to be torn to pieces by the wolves. She winced when he touched her to make her stand, staring him in the eyes with a wide eyed look of unease. She was unsure how to proceed, why he felt the need to be near her or even touch her. Her eyes left his only when he paced behind her as if circling her, making her feel cornered. She felt the touch on her arm and her eyes snapped in that direction to watch as a sharp nail pulled at the soft fabric. His head was suddenly almost resting on her shoulder, making her head jerk to face forward to look ahead. What with the touch and his warm breath on her skin, she felt an odd warm pressure building in her chest even though his words struck a sharp panic in her. A rush of fear came over her as he practically threatened her with the secret he held over her of their deal. He could ruin her life so easily in a way that would be so much worse than him killing her. She couldn’t explain it, but the fact that he would say something like this killed her…How could he do this to her? She felt the touch to her neck send a shiver up her spine, one that held a sense of violation and something more primal she didn’t quite care to understand at the time. He held her in the palm of his hands and could crush her within a second if he so desired…What could she do to stop him? When he pulled away from her, she felt her knees try to buckle threatening to send her to the floor. Her chest burned with the pain of reopened wounds she was trying so hard to conceal. This was a side of August that she had never seen. He had never acted this way, like he was cold and hateful being. Even if she was betrayed by him, he never made her see him the way the others saw him. As a evil monster. “Why are you doing this?” She whispered, her eyes stinging with pain that was being pulled from deep within her. It felt like he was taking her heart and slowly stabbing shards of ice into it. Her feelings of love for Sohta were already shadowed by the hurt she felt of August lying to her, the anger he was showing was scaring her and the betrayal that he would actually threaten to take her family away from her…He already owned her. Why would he threaten to take the last shred of happiness she had? She closed her eyes as he taunted Hiko, praying to whatever being was listening to just end this now. She couldn’t take it anymore… The older Tuskiyo watched the way the demon went about her granddaughter, touching her and speaking to her in a private talk that she could only assume was words to corrupt her. The child may have been an outcast, but she was not a fool enough to turn to demon. That was a crime punishable by worse than death in the Tsukiyo home, especially in this time of war. She was unsure what the demon would want with her…but she hardly liked the idea of him harming a family member over business that should be settled only between them. It would look poorly on her position before the other families. When asked if she would hand over the book, the older Tsukiyo almost smiled at August as if daring him to just try take the book. “Why would I yield to you?” She answered eyes fixed on his. She did not fear death by him or any true show of power this demon could make. He was only digging his own grave at this point for the magical world to see…
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Post by elvenimp on Nov 13, 2014 23:16:57 GMT -5
As he stood with his back to Yumino, he heard her soft words, their utterance he wished he had not heard. He felt his heart jolt and his lungs deflate as though the air had been sucked out of him. He didn’t show the hurt he was feeling from such whispered words but he blinked, his anger coiling tightly in his belly. He held onto that anger. It was the only thing that would keep him steady. Calm and controlled—that was what he needed to be right now. August stared into the Tsukiyo head’s eyes as she didn’t lower her gaze from his. It was almost as though they were having a mental conversation, so intensely they looked at each other. The demon prince listened to her question, the near smile on her lips infuriatingly calm. The woman didn’t quite seem to understand her position, but he wasn’t going to get angry and yell as before. He could harness his anger and not show it in such a belligerent manner. He sighed, shrugging some as a smile graced his lips. One of his hands was chest height and he flipped it palm up before making a circle and pointing at the grandma to emphasize his words. “Well, I suppose I didn’t quite expect you to just hand it over.” He tilted his head to the side, his grin broadening as a very calm aura fell over him. It was dangerous—the feeling that this could be the calm before the storm. August’s other hand rose and covered his mouth, one long finger up against his nose. The one pointing towards the grandmother quickly rose as he held it above his head. With a single flick of his wrist a puff of nearly black purple vapor formed and a scroll dropped right into his hand. He lowered both hands, his thumb lingering on his lips as he glanced at the aged looking scroll rolled in his right hand. Seductively, he trailed his thumb across his bottom lip, sharp incisors showing. He nicked his thumb on one of his sharp teeth, blood staining his lip. He licked it away with a grin and pressed his thumb against the thick paper. The scent of ozone and burning metal grew momentarily and August stepped backwards, letting the scroll unfurl. “I would really hate to fight over something like this in front of your—“ He paused and looked out at the crowd with an amused expression. “—guests. Which is why I am willing to propose a deal.” He took a few more steps back before letting the scroll go. It hovered and floated towards the older Yumino, the lettering on the paper a deep red that almost looked like shiny dry blood—the stain from his blood earlier had vanished. Rather suddenly, he reached out and with a shout, he called out a word in a language unknown to man and his little witch was pulled toward him by the magical energies of the leyline he was drawing on. She should have been protecting herself from him. Why was she just standing there defenseless? She should do something if she hated him as much as he thought she should by now. He had tried extra hard, to make it easier. He couldn’t hate her for hating him. It was to be expected after all. He felt her body press up against his own and he wrapped his arms around her, one about her waist and another around her neck. It was possessive and her scent invaded his senses. He took a deep breath, excitement stirring inside of him. There was a throb of his nonexistent heart when he felt his body grow warm with a sickening pleasure. He felt ill at his body’s reaction and his expression seemed conflicted as he looked down at the pretty female witch in his arms, her body pressed up against him in a tight embrace. When he looked up again, his eyes focused on the Tsukiyo head, his emotions were buried behind a mask of nearly crazed eagerness. The smile on his lips was wide, his nose wrinkling as his eyes narrowed in the thought that he had won. What else was Yumino’s grandma going to do? Was she going to sacrifice her granddaughter for the book? In front of all of these people?
Maybe it would make Yumino realize that her desire to be a part of this clan was idiotic. The only person that would truly accept her for who and what she was—he was the one holding her hostage. “Your granddaughter for the book.” He stated simply. His eyes were focused on the grandmother though he wanted to look at his Yumino. He was sure by now that she would hate him if she didn’t already. There was no way to come back now, though it didn’t matter. He couldn’t make her feel anything but hate for him anyways. What other path was there for a creature of evil such as himself. “Do not think of pulling any tricks either Yumi-chan. I am not bluffing. I will slit her throat right here and watch as the life drains from her eyes.” His eyes were wide, echoing the challenge the Tsukiyo head had given earlier. His words were laced with a poetic sweetness, though his grip had tightened on Yumino as though he would never let her go. It wasn’t harsh how he was holding her, though it might look like that from anyone not involved. He despised himself for the words he had just uttered, August’s revulsion at himself only growing. The arousal and the he was getting…He hated how he couldn’t even control his own body from himself. He couldn’t lie right now, the words echoing in his head over and over, however; he hadn’t said the whole truth. He had never said that he would let her die. He would never let that happen. He bent his neck down, nuzzling Yumino before he placed a gentle kiss on her neck. He looked up at the Tsukiyo head, his violet eyes glinting as he smiled in a manner that only increased the sense of danger. He owned her right now, in everyone’s eyes. They didn’t know his inner thoughts or that he had three marks of his placed on various spots across her pale skin. “What is your choice?” He asked, his tone almost playful.
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Post by kimcora on Nov 14, 2014 0:23:24 GMT -5
The room fell into a shocked silence when August suddenly summoned a scroll from the air, providing the perfect setting for intense atmosphere that over powered the room. All knew this demon was angry and wasn't going to resolve this peacefully, most just wanted her to give it the book so they could be done with it. The Tsukiyo head however sat stoic, observing August's movements for any sign of an immediate threat. She could feel the hair standing up on her arms and the back of her neck in unease at the calm the demon was displaying. He was planning something and she was positive he would have her in a bind sooner than never. The Tsukiyo head's body actually twitched when her granddaughter was suddenly in the demon's grasp, held against it in a grip that suggested possession rather than force. She knew what was coming from the beast. It showed in the glare that crossed her features. "Hana!" Yumino heard Hiko shout when she was suddenly sucked towards August, not even giving her time to make noise of protest or surprise. She struggled weakly for a moment but got absolutely nowhere. She never expected August to suddenly take hold of her in a grip that kept her flush against him. She could feel him and his body heat behind her, the subtle strength in his build, the smoothness of his yukata and his aura mingling with hers, his scent smelling of something metallic but something airier and sweet beneath that...This was something she had only felt once before, when he had stayed the night in her room after showing up drunk...She thought of that August, sleeping soundly next to her or the one holding her on his back to keep her from stumbling around that night she asked him to take her home. She tried to compare that August to the one now, the one actually threatening to kill her if he didn't get that book. The shock in her features showed as her eyes went to her grandmother, pleading with the woman to do something to help her. Her body trembled with the emotions getting out of control inside of her and she could feel her heart beating at an almost painful speed. 'August please stop...' She wanted to plead to him when the tsukiyo leader stayed silent for a moment, looking at August and not even glancing at Yumino. Would she...actually let August kill her over that book? 'Honor to the family before our own feelings...' She could almost here Katsuo saying making her tense at the idea that she could very well be sacrificed over this book. August would actually kill her? The idea seemed so far away that she almost couldn't even fathom it. Especially not when she felt his skin brush her neck, the kiss planted there stirring a warmth that hurt for her to consider. That wasn't what you did to someone you wanted to hurt right? But then again, August said he never lied... "Now now, we wouldn't want that." A voice called from the audience, hardly sounding urgent or even anything beyond casual conversation. Katsuo walked towards the stage, holding a large book in hand that looked as old as the world. However the pages did not yellow, the binding was till intact and an aura of power emitted from the books cover that was transcribed in a language unreadable to most humans. Katsuo got close to the barrier as he could, holding the book out as if offering it in good faith. The leader of the Tsukiyo met Katsuo's gaze steadily, but it was obvious by the look in her eyes that she was not happy to be relenting. Katsuo simply smiled absent mindedly, as though this wasn't a demon threatening to kill his cousin. Not that he cared really. One less obstacle in his way... "Take it." He said, his own calm hinting that it was hardly necessary to them anymore. His eyes locked on the demon's face and for a moment Katsuo considered the idea that the demons were quite blessed in their many faces. They could be just like a carnivorous flower in wait for an opportunity...He admired that, at least enough to consider this demon worthy of interest instead of just another one for slaughter.
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Post by elvenimp on Nov 14, 2014 0:58:28 GMT -5
The trembling form of Yumino in his arms was almost enough to make August lose control. He could only imagine what horrid thoughts she was having about him right now. The fear she must feel, the betrayal. It was almost too much for him. He had to remember that she had deemed him heartless. How she felt shouldn’t matter to him. He shouldn’t feel this way. He was powerful and above all here. In the past he would have cut her down just for pushing him away but now…he had grown soft in his years of defying his father. He hadn’t wanted to be a beast—a monster—a demon anymore. Alas, one could not change fate, even him. The Tsukiyo head didn’t even glance at her granddaughter and a slight sinking feeling formed in the back of August’s mind. Would the bitch of a woman risk sacrificing her granddaughter for this book? If so, she was crueler than he thought her to be. How would that make her any different from the demons she so despised? Rather unexpectedly, a voice came from the audience. Casually, just as the masculine voice was, August raised his head and looked towards the speaker. It was a handsome witch with confidence just spilling from him. The demon prince blinked, cocking his head to the side in intrigue. Who was this boy and why did he give off the feeling that he thought himself superior to everyone in the room? August glanced back to the Tsukiyo head and saw that she looked rather displeased but still she said nothing. This was intriguing to August He could tell the boy was a Tsukiyo now but he couldn’t figure out why she would just let him take charge of the situation. Maybe she didn’t want to scold him in public or—did the old bat realize that this he-witch was the one who was in charge here? His grip did not loosen on Yumino, but he observed this new comer silently. The he-witch smiled without fear and August felt a slight twinge of annoyance. He wanted to make this male fear him. It would bring him great pleasure to do so. Still, now was not the time. His violet eyes slid to the book in his hands. It was thick and though old, it seemed as though a day had yet to go by since when he had held it in his hands. He offered August the book and August’s face stilled, his smiling form disintegrating into an emotionless mask. His form was still for a brief moment before he leaned in, mouth close to Yumino’s ear. “This might hurt.” He warned her in the barest of whispers before he released his grip on her body and reached up with one hand, grabbing her ornately done hair and pulling her along with him. He tried to be gentle but that was hard to do with the show he was trying to put on. At the same time, the blood contract that was hovering in front of the Tsukiyo head vanished in the same purple-black smoke it had appeared from. He stopped in front of the barrier that was his circle, a cloud of black taint swirled past, blocking his view of the he-witch for the briefest moment. No one here would have known the pretty color that his aura truly was for now it was all black, his soul tainted so. He pulled Yumino’s hair more, forcing her to bend her head back and look at him. He leaned in close, the desire to kiss her pulling through him but he denied himself that pleasure though he could have. He could do whatever he wanted to this woman and she would have no right to resist. Still, he couldn’t do that to her. “It’s a shame, really.” He purred, eyes trailing over her body, though he did not smile. “The things I could do to you…” He trailed off and turned his head so that his gaze was on Katsuo, his violet eyes intense. “You are either a very smart witch or a fool.” August said simply and a smile graced his lips, his eyes dead but for the glaring power that shone from them. “Might I have a name to thank you by?” He questioned. He was sure the he-witch was smart enough to realize such a lame ploy at garnering a name, but he couldn’t resist the chance.
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Post by kimcora on Nov 14, 2014 2:07:43 GMT -5
Yumino blinked when she heard Katsuo speaking up to help her, though it was hardly the rescue she was looking for. Instead it ended with, August telling her something might hurt and him suddenly dragging her by her hair over to where Katsuo was. Yumino made a small yelp of discomfort at her hair being pulled and she tried to make sense of why August would even bother warning her. One minute he was threatening to kill her and now he was bracing her for pain? She took hold of his wrist with one hand when he pulled her head back to make her look at him, her face showing strain and a certain state of resignation in her state of suffering. She couldn't even motivate herself to move away when he leaned in so close their lips could brush if only he moved in a bit further. But why would she consider that beyond the fact that he was being rough with her, like she was nothing to him than garbage. She didn't know why he would call losing her a shame when he owned her and she wondered just what those things he could do to her were since they hinted beyond the scope of what one expected from a demon collecting a debt. She felt his eyes tracing her body, but she had a feeling it was only to prove a point. That she was his and there was nothing she could do about it... Katsuo was glad he got the attention of the demon, even at the expense of knowing that he had committed some form of disrespect towards his grandmother and would be punished for it. For now he would enjoy seeing this display of dominance the demon thought it had. Katsuo gave a chuckle, humored by the demon playing a typical hand most demons held. It almost disappointed Katsuo, if it hadn't humored him that the demon had a sense of humor. "Oh please, let's not make this about me. I'd much rather get to know you...But time is short tonight and you do have my cousin looking rather uncomfortable." He made a gesture with his eyes as if this were a mild inconvenience. Yumino stared between the two, her eyes narrowed in annoyance at the men and the fact that August still had hold of her hair like she was a rag doll when he could easily get his book back. Katsuo tisked, his attention on the demon that seemed so keep on keeping hold of his little cousin. As if Katsuo wouldn't notice...He was curious to see exactly what Yumino meant to this being, especially since he could see it in her eyes that there was something else there. But that was for a later time when her life wasn't on the line. "Now do we have a fair trade?" He asked to clarify, mostly to spare Yumino further embarrassment by being dragged around by a demon.
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Post by elvenimp on Nov 14, 2014 4:06:41 GMT -5
August’s brow quirked at Katsuo’s reply, his grin broadening. He felt a slight sense of amusement mixed with irritation at the way the he-witch spoke to him. It was as though he would rather be alone inside of the circle with him instead of separated by a barrier that no one but August could break. “You can’t blame me for trying.” He sighed while letting go of Yumino’s hair with a shrug. He gripped one of her shoulders instead, noting the way he had mussed up her hair. It added a sexy frail look to her and that thought made him cringe inwardly. What was wrong with him? He was utterly confused at himself. Did he want to harm Yumino or treat her kindly? It seemed as though his body and mind were polar opposites. He figured he would have to sort that out later. For now he cleared his mind of all but getting the book. He was pleased that this had worked out the way it had so far. Things could have been much more difficult. Blinking as if in thought at Katsuo’s prompting of a fair trade, August’s smile turned pleasant but his eyes were sinister. He held up the hand that wasn’t gripping Yumino’s shoulder firmly and held his palm facing the tainted aura circle. He hovered right next to the shield, the anticipation of their audience rising. “I suppose so.” He said and his palm connected with the barrier. There was a flash and suddenly the air surrounding the stage was clear. August’s expression darkened and he took the book from Katsuo’s grip in an instant. He moved faster than humanly possible, ending up next to Katsuo, Yumino still in his grasp. “But you should know boy, there is no such thing as a fair trade when it comes to demons—“ He paused briefly. “Especially when you are dealing with the prince.” He laughed as he shoved Yumino into Katsuo and then vanished with a pop and a plume of purple black smoke. The interaction between them had lasted a mere moment and it August hadn’t left enough time for anyone to react but him. He had the book in his possession and now a he-witch he was sure he was going to meet again. August wasn’t shy about giving away his status in the demon realm. It wouldn’t help anyone find his true name for summoning and even if it did. There was nothing that that male could do that would permanently harm him. In fact, August had a near sadistic desire to see that arrogant child once more. He had a feeling that he could teach that boy a few things about respect and fear. August arrived back at his house feeling weary. His sister was still not home. He assumed she was with Adrian or waiting for him at the festival still. He didn’t really care at the moment. The prince of demons found himself in his hidden work room before he plopped down at his desk and lay the heavy book down on the worn wooden surface. It was old and gave off an aura of power. He smiled, though it was a sad one. Fingers trailing over the leather cover, he flipped it open and began to sort through the book, seeing markings from the many, many years it had been away from his hands. Unfortunately, he found that there were some pages that had been ripped out, severed by a strange magic that he hadn’t thought to ward against when he had created the book. It mattered not. All of the spells or knowledge that had been stolen he had already memorized. All but one page which he doubted was of much of a threat to him. He was tired though. The strain of acting the way he had was felt all over his body now. He was weary and mentally hurting because of his little witch. He tried to make her hate him now. It would just make everything so much easier. He wouldn’t have to try to be good or worry about his conscious. At least, that had been his original plan. Now, he just didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He found it pathetic that his many thousands of years’ worth of experience landed him in this position. He should have been smarter than this; stronger than this. He was a heartless beast of a demon—a monster. How could he be swayed by such temptations as happiness?
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Post by vamperious on Nov 17, 2014 9:57:20 GMT -5
((set up the afterwards lol im stressed out <.< I feel the stress lol))
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Post by kimcora on Nov 17, 2014 22:30:20 GMT -5
Katsuo gave August a pleasant look when he said that he 'supposed' the trade was fair, hinting that the demon didn't like the fact that Katsuo was not phased by all this. When in reality, Katsuo was feeling intrigued, thrilled and wanting. This demon had made him feel something uncharacteristic to Katsuo, even as a child. He made him feel fear. Not of the demon or his own safety or that of others, but that primal sense of knowing that there was a powerful potential harnessed in that demon's being that he couldn't grasp...he wanted it. But of course he would have to wait. And wait he would after the tid bit of information the demon decided to divulge. So this was a prince of sorts in the demon's hierarchy that they had been studying closely for a while? And one of the highest ranking was their old god Tsukiyomi...the news was almost funny and drew Katsuo's look to brighten from a sense of ease to something much more darkly anticipatory. But even with the barrier gone and the demon so close, he knew he was millions of miles away from achieving that at this point. When shaky and dejected Yumino ended up in Katsuo's arms, he took hold of her in what should have been a comforting, strong hold. However Yumino felt like she didn't want to be touched by anyone, or near another being for a long time. She wanted to just be alone, to let the emotions tormenting her out where no one could hurt her or judge her. August had done a number on her mind, something Katsuo observed readily. As Manami rushed to help her son that got to his feet a bit sorely and the retainers fretted over the grandmother, Katsuo took the liberty of caring for dear Yumino. He looked down at her with a soft smile that made Yumino have to blink back tears. Katsuo was trying to comfort her, was the only one that actually tried to help her... Yumino tightened her grip on Katsuo's yukata as he steadied her on her feet in time to have Haruka address him. "Darling, is Yumino okay?" Haruka asked, since she knew her husband was fine. Katsuo would take offense if she even asked, she sensed it every time she tried to check on him. So Yumino was her focus since the poor girl had suffered so in that terrible monster's grasp. She must have been terrified. "Everything is okay, Haru. But I'm going to take Yumino to get some rest. She isn't fit for the rest of the night after this... Will you help the other's calm the crowd for me?" Haruka looked thrilled to be offered a way to help her husband and instantly nodded in agreement. Katsuo smiled at his wife before he guided Yumino from the room that was now swallowed in chaotic talk and fussing. The grandmother instantly rose, her expression showing a remorseless fury as she looked to the crowd around her. "Silence." She said, a wave of energy going over the room in a ripple of motion. The people in the room yielded, or at least most did due to the serious nature of the situation. She used the momentary silence to give the audience a harsh look, one that showed a statement without her speaking. It reminded them of the fact a demon had just entered what was considerEd a place of safety and threatened all there. If the demon Prince was returning to claim a book that the Tsukiyo guarded for centuries, what would stop the other demons from wreaking havoc in the world? They had the power to do a lot more than just threaten with, if not dealt with they could seriously injure the magical world, even end witches if they saw fit. "War is an evil we all must face in times of necessity. Tonight was just one of many to come if this threat is not dealt with. Blood may have not been shed, but are we going to wait until it has? I ask you all to think of how far we have come and imagine losing it all if the demons attack first. Think of your families, your strength, and your dignity...protect them before it is all laid to waste." She finished on that note and everyone was allowed to leave since the night was over for most of the families. However the heads and their immediate family would be expected to stay to discuss their plan of action. The meeting room was already set up for them, since the Tsukiyo now expected this issue to go unargued...
Katsuo guided Yumino to a guest room usually reserved for the high priority visitors that decided to stay the night. He felt the grandmother would make an exception. He helped her to a bed where he sat her down, ordering one of the maids to go and grab some tea for them. Katsuo rather unceremoniously helped straighten her kimono that was a bit disheveled from August's rough handling of her, though Yumino did seem to notice the state she was in. She seemed almost catatonic, lost within herself and thoughts of what had just transpired. All of her assumptions of trying to make sense of things between her and August before were blown out of the water, leaving her feeling like a fool and a child. They didn't speak, not till the maid returned with the tea which Katsuo accepted with a small thanks. He placed a steaming cup in Yumino's hands. The warmth felt nice, but it did little to heal the icy wounds she felt gnawing at her composure. "Thank you." She whispered as Katsuo stood as if to leave. He paused, looking to her with a raise of his brows that seemed confused. "Why are you thanking me?" He asked, his voice light and airing on the edge of still gentle as he had spoken to her in the room after August had left. Yumino fidgeted with the cup in her hands, trying to make her voice not sound as shattered as she felt. "Because you saved me from him." Katsuo tilted his head slight at her calling the demon a 'him' not a 'monster', an 'it' or even by 'Tsukiyomi'. Katsuo's lip twitched into a smile that was cold, one that made Yumino tense as he approached her again. "Mmhm, perhaps. I only did what was necessary for our clan. It would be a shame to ruin our image of control by letting someone die before the council on our own land." He sat down next to the stuff looking Yumino, his eyes narrowed some in thought. He looked to her hair suddenly and reached for the comb that was still holding up the mess. "And I had to give up a text that was very powerful for you Yumino--all so you wouldn't ruin the floors." He shrugged as if it were no big deal, holding the comb in hand as he eyed her rather shocked and guarded expression. He loved that her eyes still held that icy quality that showed a strength this girl just didn't seem to harness. Now they teared up, as if she were hurt by what he was saying. "You on the other hand had ample opportunity to protect our leader and your loved one and yet you did nothing. A woman in fear would have reacted against a foreign entity trying to harm them...you just stood there and let it do as it pleased with you." He tossed the comb aside, letting it clatter to the floor as he took the liberty to lean in a bit closer to her, more of an intimidation tactic. "You could have easily used a spell to try to fend for yourself, but you didn't." A tear leaked from her eye that he caught by placing a hand on her cheek, caressing it like a mother would do to calm a child. "Instead you shed tears for it...as if it hurt you more that it didn't kill you instead." Yumino's eyes widened, her body twitching a bit as if she were suffering from spasms of pain going through her. "What are you implying?" She whispered softly, her face betraying that despite her guarded nature, something had frightened her. That made Katsuo, give a crooked smile of triumph that he had gotten at least partially the confirmation that he wanted. This little witch had a secret. "Nothing more than my own curiosities." He said, though his expression darkened into something likened to threatening despite the smile he held and the friendliness of his tone. "But let me be very frank with you Yumino. There is going to be war with these demons and there will be a price to pay for those who sympathize with them. You are a Tsukiyo by name, but you still carry out honor on your pretty little shoulders. Should I ever see you fail to act again," She tried to swat her hand from her face, but he ended up using the hand to seize her wrist. Thankfully the kimono's sleeve preventing skin to skin contact, despite the crippling pressure he held it at. "Or I figure out exactly what connection you have to that demon, I will not hesitate to see that you are dealt with. Understand?" He said very clearly before a knock came at the door. He pulled away from her and putting space between them. However, Yumino could still feel him violating her personal space by just being in the same room as her. The sight of Hiko walking in the room made relief flood through her, even though she revolted when Katsuo touched his shoulder fondly like one would do a friend, "I'll take it from here, Kat. Thank you." Hiko said with a half smile that made Katsuo give him a look of sympathy. "Any time friend. Rest well, Yumino-chan." Katsuo said with a wave over his shoulder, the look he gave her reminding her clearly of his warning seconds ago... Yumino watched Katsuo leave till Hiko blocked him from view by moving over to her. Her eyes went to his face, seeing that he was looking worried, almost exhaustingly so. She wanted to comfort him, but something inside her revolted at the idea of company. She didn't want to listen to someone soothe her or even try to make her feel worth anything. She couldn't bottle up those violent emotions now, not when they were fresh from the insanity she just endured. Hiko was unable to read her thoughts or body language that was rigid as if bracing herself from falling apart. "Hana, it's okay. I'm here. It can't hurt you..." She felt his arms go around her but she still felt nothing but a hollow cold. She didn't respond to Hiko, just sat there until he was summoned to meet with the others. He left reluctantly, but after she lied and said she was fine he was able to be coaxed away. The minute she was alone in the silence, Yumino fell into quiet sobs, letting the feelings crash into her and slowly break her down into the mess she knew she was.
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Post by elvenimp on Nov 19, 2014 23:59:57 GMT -5
Kogen was silent throughout the display provided by the sudden appearance of a demon. How easily he had penetrated their protections had left him suspicious. He was neutral on the potential that the demon of silver hair and violet eyes could destroy the Tsukiyo head, though he did realize that it would wreak havoc on their hierarchy. Already, the whispers had begun in the back. The whispers questioned the strength of the Tsukiyo. To Kogen they were fools, those that would question the highest clan. They had never fallen from the top and it was because of their power. There was something going on underneath all of this. He was sure of it. There was no way this demon would be able to enter such a well-protected space without help, even if he was Tsukiyomi. The realization that the demon in the circle was none other than the moon god the Tsukiyo used to worship was not a shock to him. The Tsukiyo surely didn’t know this, but there were images of their old god in tomes hidden away by the Otomo clan. He was the only one with access to them now, but he had read every one of them multiple times. There was always something to be gained in knowing the past of the clan you hoped to one day step over in revenge for trampling over you. Seshiru was not as calm and composed as Kogen whose russet eyes had been trained on the stage with a ferocity one would not have expected from the laid back man. The green eyed girl, however, stared wide eyed as the demon appeared. Her shock was quickly covered up by anger and outrage at the creature that had so easily gotten past the magic that protected them as well as the even stronger protection up on the stage. Her fists were balled tightly throughout the drama that unfurled, her nostrils flaring at the discovery that the demon was the Tsukiyo’s old god. The way he toyed with the poor Tsukiyo girl up on the stage infuriated her. They were not the playthings of demons and she shuddered to think of what his disgusting fingers must have felt like. Seshiru’s bias came from being told her entire life that demons were cruel, manipulative creatures that nature itself had abandoned after realizing its mistake. She felt pity for them at times, having walked in on many a summoner before destroying them for the foul acts they committed through their dark magics. Demons were summoned without a choice and held in small circles to be used as their summoner saw fit, providing that they made the right deal. Seshiru could see, at least she tried telling herself, that she could understand the demon’s hatred for witches. Still, she had seen a demon soaked in blood, drinking the blood from a severed head. There was no way that they were not evil. Eventually the demon left and with the book it had come for. Kogen and Seshiru both agreed in that decision for if they had sacrificed the girl for that book then the Tsukiyo would have lost much respect in their eyes as well as many others. There were some that would surely disagree. Kogen doubted that the Tuskiyo didn’t have some kind of back up of the more powerful spells. They were much too crafty and resilient to for them to have given up something as powerful as that book for surely it was valuable if a demon was willing to risk it’s life to take it back. As soon as the demon left, the crowd burst into loud chatter, everyone debating or trying to speak their mind. Kogen had stood and looked about, his eyes hard and mouth set in a straight line. He was silent and those he had come with were not stupid enough to speak to him, though is aunt Teru clearly looked flustered and rather worried as her eyes followed the poor girl who had been the plaything of the demon. Seshiru was frowning, her green eyes turning to Azami who met her gaze with an angry expression, her cheeks flushed. “This is going to cause trouble.” Takeshi spoke quietly as he stood and walked next to Seshiru. Azami turned her gaze to the incongruous eyed male and her nose wrinkled as though the sound of his voice was detestable. Seshiru shot her a warning look before turning her attention to those around her. She agreed with Takeshi and only briefly recognized the fact that her husband Ryota had taken her hand. “We mustn’t let ourselves become involved with the commotion. A clear mind in times of trouble will help to guide us through the rivers of strife.” A male voice to Seshiru’s side spoke. She turned her head sharply and found Kogen, his aunt Teru and cousin Saizo on either side. Saizo’s eyes were moving about the crowd, taking in the unrest. Seshiru’s teeth gritted and she gave the man a look of pure loathing. For once, instead of teasing her girlish face or glares, Kogen clicked his teeth in a reproachful manner. “Now is not the time for petty feuds, Seshiru-san. If you haven’t noticed something is afoot. That Tsukiyo boy was much too calm in the face of danger from the demon and the other clans Sohren and Oshiro are muttering away. I have a feeling big news will be coming our way…” Kogen spoke simply and Seshiru opened her mouth in a desire to retort something cruel but Ryota squeezed her hand, causing her words to be caught in her throat. The look Kogen gave her made her angry still. It was the look that he knew what she had wanted to say. There was not s chance to hold any more of a conversation though as suddenly the Tsukyio head called out, energy coursing from her and into the rest of the room. It gathered everyone’s attention, the silence in the room almost disturbing. Kogen turned to face the stage along with his family members, the swords on his hips feeling comforting though the glare from Sheshiru on his back was rather uncomfortable and he blinked for a long moment. The child could be rather troublesome. He hoped she wouldn’t let her relationship with him cloud her judgments with whatever was to come. The whispers and shouts of disgust that demons were walking free (though one could hardly call it more than a singular event) were all silenced but for very few mutterings which then hushed as the Tsukiyo head gazed out at them all. Her gaze made the hairs on the back of Seshiru’s neck stand on end and she shivered, the power of the woman was something she craved. She didn’t want it to be dominating or to prove herself; rather, Seshiru wanted the respect. She wanted the ability to command attention, not be scorned for being young and “like a child”. Seshiru blinked in surprise at the words that came from the Tsukiyo head. War? She had heard rumors but this…she didn’t imagine them to be anywhere near the truth. The words the elderly woman spoke struck a chord inside of her. Demons were threatening her family and their very way of life it seemed, at least that was the way the Tsukiyo head made it out to be. She felt a spark of fear at the thought of losing those she cared about. She glanced at her husband, Azami, and Takeshi. She couldn’t imagine if they were ripped away from her by the hands of an evil creature. Kogen’s expression was neutral as ever, his usually laid back persona rigid with muscle ready to explode outward with power. The magic inside of him felt heavy as his mind was bombarded with the propaganda spewing from the Tsukiyo woman’s mouth. He stood with one arm resting on one of his hilts and watched the Tsukiyo head gather the entire crowd to her side. It was almost as though they had planned such a display, though that was obviously not the case. At times, Kogen wouldn’t have discounted the possibility of the Tsukiyo stooping to such levels but he refused to believe that they would place the clan head in such a dangerous position. War was coming. His question had been answered and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The warrior in him reveled at the chance for battle; however, this was not a war that he felt he could put his entire heart behind. The Otomo clan was the last of the five clans to dethrone their god. Kogen had done much research into their past which happened to coincide with researching demons as well. He had met his fair share through doing jobs for other clans, dispensing black magic users and what not. He wasn’t sure he believed what all witches were taught: Demons were the rejects of nature, evil that was not meant to be. These thoughts he shared with no one but himself but still, this entire situation troubled him. Finally the audience was lead out except for the clan leaders and the close kin they had brought with them to partake in the true meeting. They were lead away to a separate meeting room, words being discussed between them in hushed tones, though they were superficial in the front of those that were not going to be a part of the meeting of the heads. All could feel the tension and uncertainty of what was to come.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 16, 2014 22:47:17 GMT -5
Katsuo and Hiko made their way out of the guest quarters and to the open hall where everyone was gathered to speak on behalf of the private meeting between the clan heads and the council. Hiko was pulled away from Katsuo to join the other family members who were not allowed in the real meeting, the group of close family that would be lead away to enjoy dinner and talks of inter clan issues that needed handling. He was only a junior member, studying under his mother till he took over the position. Katsuo couldn't blame the Oshiro for being leery of handing the title over to a young man that hadn't yet proven himself as a capable leader. It took Katsuo time and ability to succeed his uncle for the position...and perhaps a little poison to move the process along quicker. And now the Tsukiyo prided him as their face in the magic world's government...even if that face wasn't female... Katsuo joined the group of council members waiting to be escorted into the room, his smile showing a calm that most wouldn't after being faced with a demon attack. Manami was the only one that didn't seem to notice, mostly because she was watching her son carefully and looking very concerned. Even if she was a powerful witch and a very intelligent woman, Manami was too caring for her own good. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and for that it was all too easy for other's to read her...all the more better to trust her smiling face however as she poised a dagger behind her back. "Tsukiyo-san, is Yumino-chan okay? My son is worried sick over her." She said with a hand to her lips to show a fear that news would be bad. Katsuo offered the woman a softer look, consoling her with a small touch to her arm. "She will be okay, Oshiro-san. She is resting after the ordeal. She's very shaken up, I'm afraid." He said with eyebrows creased in concern for his cousin's well being. Manami nodded at the news and was about to say more, but the chiming of a bell as the doors opened to the meeting room told her that they had no more time for idle chatter. The meeting was to begin. "Come sit next to me, okay Katsuo-san? I want to see your face when you try the sake I brought for the after party." She giggled with a wink, something that fit well with her young face and pixie cut that hinted at a childish and youthful spirit. Katsuo gave a chuckle and nodded, offering to let Manami walk ahead of him. He could feel a pair of eyes on his back boring holes into his skin, letting him know that he was in trouble, as he predicted. "Save my seat and me a drink. I will only be a moment." He said to the woman, who walked inside without seeming to care either way. When she disappeared around the corner and the hall was clear, Katsuo turned to see the head of the Tsyukiyo household standing a few feet away, waiting patiently with her hands clasped in front of her, hidden by the sleeves of her kimono. He offered the woman a shit head smile he knew would stir her anger, fueling her to speak instead of stand there daftly like a creepy old crone. Instead the smile fueled her to move, coming toward him with a glare on her face that could freeze over hell. In a show of power, she muttered a phrase under her breath, swatting her right hand to the side. A force like a bull slamming into him hit Katsuo square in the side, knocking him to the floor with an audible thud. He coughed out the breath he had taken in to speak, his eyes narrowing at his grandmother as he nursed his now sore ribs. "Insolent child. How dare you disrespect me in front of my peers." She hissed, eyes wide with a fury that told him she was not happy he had given the book to the demon in exchange for Yumino. The woman could be a blind of foresight or she just didn't care. Either way it made her foolish in Katsuo's eyes. Her pride would get her killed or dethroned far sooner than she realized. "And here I was expecting a thank you for saving our asses in there...my mistake." He said, his smile turning to a humorless look at the bitter sarcasm in his tone. Elder Yumino swallowed her fury only enough to move toward him further, her flat shoed slipper pressing into his chest as she put her weight on it, forcing Katsuo onto his back. Katsuo looked up at the woman, seeing the power coursing like a wave of energy over the old woman's form. If only he could have a taste of that power, the things he would do.... "Because of you we lost tomes of unspeakable power, yielded to Tsukiyomi in front of clans that would rather see us burn. Go against me again and I will have you stripped of title and family. I am your Clan Leader and you will respect me as such, boy." She sneered before removing her foot and making her way down the hall to join the others, not letting it show the little show of power had left a tremble in her right hand...
When Katsuo came into the room, he found his seat saved and the clan head sitting at the head of the table, her eyes shut as if in meditation. Katsuo went over to Manami, who greeted him with a bright smile before giving Kogen a finger wave, Auntie Sohren a thumbs up on her good work, young Seshiru a smile and a motion to her kimono to say she liked it. Katsuo greeted the families with a smile before looking to his clan head for her to begin the meeting. The woman spoke up after a moment further of silence, her eyes meeting the families around her in the fashion of starting with the first family and then the last. "I thank you for meeting me after this eventful evening. I understand you must all have questions, concerns, and feelings towards my announcement to the families. Understand I acted out of the emotion of my family being jeopardized. I apologize for my forwardness and lack of consultation with all of you first. However you must see the reason. The demon threatened my family as a show of power. The book was just a means to an end to tell us that they are no longer content with being in the shadows. The demons will take these opportunities against us, eventually ending in innocent bloodshed. We know their nature well, as did our ancestors." She said, begining with the topic that was the elephant in the room since she knew all of them were concerned only for her words of war and not petty problems within the families.
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Post by elvenimp on Dec 17, 2014 6:17:37 GMT -5
Kogen entered the meeting room just before Katsuo, having stayed behind to discuss a few of his observations with Saizo. He silently crossed the room, his expression rather serious and unusual in comparison to his expected boisterous personality at clan gatherings. He took his seat as Katsuo walked in. He did not greet the Tsukiyo head because she seemed to be deep in thought. He did, however, murmur greetings to the others. Manami caught his eye as she wriggled her fingers at him in a girlish wave. He raised a brow and smiled, nodding his head politely in response. She had always been a bubbly one and it hid her brilliant mind well. Katsuo sat next to Manami but Kogen wasn’t very interested in their interaction. He found himself more inclined to pay attention to the huff that came from the left side of his back (though he honestly felt as though she was just begging for his attention at this point). Seshiru was standing next to the seat that was typically saved for the lowest clan head. It just so happened that Kogen’s family was only one family above them and therefore it was to be expected that they were to seat near each other if not next to each other as it happened to turn out. The pretty brown haired girl’s stoic expression melted away into a smile as Manami approved of her kimono. Kogen noticed that the smile did not reach the young girl’s eyes but she put on a happy show, bowing slightly in thanks before sitting down, her back stiff and proper. It was generally considered polite to let the higher ranked families speak first but no one said anything for a small while after the Tsukiyo head spoke. Kogen leaned forward some in his seat, nodding his head respectfully in the elder’s presence. No one seemed to resist his attempt to speak and so he pressed forward. “You did what you must out of concern for your family. I do not think that anyone here could blame you for such an act. I am sure if anyone else at this table were in the same situation, the outcome would have been very little changed.” He spoke gently and with a calm smile that seemed to bring out the youth in his features. Kogen was trying to ease into the talk of which she was addressing. He did not want to be too forward, however, this was obviously a big topic that needed to be discussed amongst the five families. Seshiru turned her attention to Kogen at he spoke, her annoyance at having to sit next to the pig of a man still burned like coals in the back of her mind, however, she knew better than to let those childish emotions get to her during such a tumultuous time. As always, she had the ever steady presence of her husband, Ryouta, next to her. His hand was on her thigh under the table in a very hidden but bold reminder that she needed to stay level headed for not only her clan but for her image within the eyes of the other clans. She could be emotional but Seshiru knew that this was a matter she needed to use her head for and not her heart. Their clan needed solidarity, not emotional unbalance. “I hope that the young woman, Tsukiyo Yumino, is well. It is not a pleasant experience coming face to face with a demon.” Kogen continued and Seshiru couldn’t help but openly scoff, she wasn’t the only one in the room to do so either. To openly admit to dealing with demons was as good as spitting out curse words when in front of the rest of the clans. Kogen, however, had been under direct orders from every clan at one point in time or another in helping dispose of problems that often involved demons. Many of those requests had come from the Tuskiyo and he was banking on the fact that the Tsukiyo head knew of this and would not disapprove. After all, she seemed to be alluding to a war here. Kogen folded his hands on the table, looking around at every face in the room, his usual playful demeanor lost to a serious side that most here never would see unless they face him in battle. Seshiru’s nose wrinkled some at the man’s display and so she turned her eyes to the rest of those in the room, gauging their reactions. The discussions that were to be held in this room would be tense, she could sense that. It worried her and her stomach curled at the thought of demons attacking the clans. If one had broken through the Tsukiyo defenses then—how were the rest of them expected to cope? The Tsukiyo were the most powerful so how…? “I suppose a question that many of us I am sure have, including many more, would be why now? Why have the demons chosen now to act? Has there been a shift in the balance of power that I, such a lowly clan head, am not aware of?” He questions, both his eyebrows rising as he posed the question not just to the Tsukiyo head but to the rest of the clan leaders. His statement was bold, nearing the level of being insulting as he jabbed the higher ranked clan leaders. He was only the fourth clan, second lowers as far as everyone was concerned. He was sure he had been kept out of the loop of information spread between the clans. Hell, he heard much information from his underground network often times months in advance before the other clans decided him worthy of the information. He just wanted to let them know that he knew this. He was no as dull headed as they might presume him to be. Seshiru’s eyes turned back to Kogen rather quickly as his words rang in an almost disrespectful way. Her green eyes were wide and her husband’s hand gripped her thigh a little bit more tightly. It was a warning not to say or do anything. She was in no place to bring forth her opinion as of yet but the sheer boldness of Kogen’s words and the fact that he had spoken firs (of course no one else had seemed willing to at the time). She was stunned that he had done such a thing, especially with everyone so high strung. But maybe, this was the exact right time to do so.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 25, 2014 1:15:24 GMT -5
Adrian and his aunt were about wide eyed at the events wondering exactly what just been said. It had been out of order of clans and it was abrupt- which made the clan head frown- not a good sign however they did just consort with a demon in front of everyone. He knew August- hell he was dating his younger sister- also a demon- had a mark form both of them- however he wouldn't admit it here- these people held tradition over everything- which made his slightly sick to think they were part of his 'family'. His mother was that type of person- they researched demons- even captured and killed them- dissected them- he knew his mother had at least done it once or knew some one who had- having a book with detailed sketches and pictures. Thought it was another reason if he was discovered for a demon summoner it was only natural for him to be marked- they were a science based branch- meant to do the trial and error for the group.
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Post by kimcora on Jan 14, 2015 18:51:40 GMT -5
“And what if a shift of power is exactly what we need? Otomo-dono, the demons have the motive to attack, the numbers, the power and the ability obviously to enter our world again. Wether war is on our doorstep now or ten years or ten days...or the demons destroy a family before we can destroy it...This isn't a matter of who has jilted who at this point. But it has become a matter of who will act first." Katsuo's words were serious, tactful yet critical as most Tsukiyo were. He got it honest from his grandmother, who sat poised at the head of the table, her eyes searching the group gathered for those willing to contest what her grandson was saying. Otomo had guts for openly criticizing them, but when weren't the bastards bold? Most learned to accept it from their clan leaders...Even if the child was disrespectful and a fool at times, Katsuo did have a way of speaking. Even if she knew the boy was a snake, she did trust his ability to speak on behalf of the family. He at least understood the duty that was required as a Tsukiyo, even as a man. Manami frowned at Katsuo's answer, feeling it was too harsh among friends as she considered these people to be. Or at leas tried to accept them as such. Manami had never been the type for back biting or even harsh words unless she was strongly against something. She cared what happened to the clans and how things would play out for her own family. That was why she sided with Tsukiyo in the first place, to protect her clan and secure their position of power in this new world of power. Regardless of the repercussions it might have against her friends....“I understand your frustrations Otomo-san. This meeting was meant in good faith for us all, as they have always been, you know this...but the true intent of the demons in our world has never been clear. They have always been beings of another mind entirely, an old one before even ourselves, hence why spending our time wondering why will only lead to more problems than answers, as I'm sure the Sohren have found through their years of study of the creatures... Instead, we should look to the solutions that are clearer than others, ones we can act on before the situation becomes even more unstable.” Manami said being completely honest with Kogen in the way that she could be. Discretion was key with these sorts of matters, especially when the very livelihood of your clan was impacted. Wether they liked it or not, Oshiro was beneath Tsukiyo despite being the more amicable of the clans. They were interested in preservation of magic and discovering the very foundations. Manami had always been fascinated with the inter workings of spells and the power behind them…especially since she saw all the good that power could do for the world. Being allied with Tsukiyo was just a means to an end in her opinion…and it made her son happy to be marrying the young Tsukiyo girl that seemed to be a target for the evening.
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Post by elvenimp on Jan 27, 2015 5:20:25 GMT -5
Kogen's words garnered him a response from the two highest clans. The young Tsukiyo boy was bold in his words, a good speaker. He brought up good points but Kogen was not yet convinced. Seshiru to his left seemed to be swayed by the male however, her head nodding as he had spoken. It frustrated Kogen for he thought her to have a stronger mind than to just sway to whichever side sounded the best. His reddish-brown eyes blinked as the Oshiro Manami spoke. Her words were gentle and clear and he nodded in her direction once she was finished speaking. He could already feel the crackle of energy that was the tense air about the room. The words he felt that he needed to speak would only make it worse from here. Still...Kogen believed that it was right to bring such concerns before his superiors. Did that not make him a good leader? He was looking out for not only his clan but everyone else in her he magical community as a whole.
"Then I suppose my question is instead who is to act first? Are you going to concider what happened tonight an act of war and have your retribution or are you speaking of becoming the one to draw first blood? Maybe I am mistaken or I am too low in your eyes to have such a knowledge, but is this not the first time something like this has happened in the many years since the demons were locked out of our world? " Kogen had intended his words to be soft and even but his passion broke through to the point that his right fist was balled, a sliver of a bandage peaking out from his yukata sleeve. He realized his tone would probably be considered scandalously... Hell he never really spoke out in clan meetings much as it was but this was important and if they didn't want his opinion then why did they even keep his clan in power. If infuriated him that his fate and the fate of all those he was responsible for lay within the hands of the Tsukiyo. What they said happened and if you disagreed--let's just say they could destroy a clan with one word and no thoughts.
"Forgive my bluntness but I don't feel it to be a smart decision to disrupt the balance of nature. It has been this was for so long that I, for lack of a better term, fear the repercussions of a war with the likes of demons. The numbers that will be lost would be many and I cannot say that I can condone such actions without great reason." His expression was one of determination. His russet colored eyes flashed as she looked right at the Tsukiyo head and bowed his head low. He was not asking for forgiveness for his brash words but rather showing his sincerity.
Seshiru could only star at the white haired man to her right. If she had less poise her mouth would have been hanging open. Her vibrant green eyes had stayed in such a wide state since this short conversation had started that when she blinked, they almost teared up. She took a breath and looked around the room to gauge the rest of the groups reaction. She was wondering how harsh a reaction the man was to get, though not because she was worried for him--there was no way she could ever care for that bastard.
She dare not speak yet either. Tsukiyo Katsuo had sounded quite persuasive, making her feel that the the only logical course was to fight the demons as they posed a threat to their way of life. Still, and Seshiru couldn't believe she was thinking this way, Kogen's words were valid as well.
She decided that she would have to hear more before deciding what she wanted to happen. The outcome of this meeting was so far from her view that she couldn't fathom how it would look. Still, Kogen had mentioned the word war first. Surely that was to spark more conversation.
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