True Demon

[cl0ckwork]

⌛ || @bakusaii

      Triplicata in hand, Handmaid watches the announcement with an impassive gaze. When it’s finished, she closes her hand, dismissing it into her fetch modus with a glance at her Master. Though she doesn’t care for the battle at hand or what it means, it is as good an opportunity as any to let off some steam. And, if this is anything like the last situation, perhaps even earn something worth the trouble. If not… well. She’s not adverse to dying there, either.           So it is not a question nor a suggestion when she cocks her head at him and murmurs– 

          “Then… shall we?”

[bakusaii]

It was difficult to say whether Sesshomaru had ‘prepared’ himself for this day. Ever since the ones in power claimed that the future of mankind rested on them, he had remained mostly impassive for the following days. In truth, he cared little for humanity’s fate. However, his feelings were somewhat identical to those of his Servant. He had gone thing long shouldering the burden of being ‘weaker’ compared to these Servant. A constant reminder that frustrated the demon to no end.

If there was one thing this battle would be good for, it would be as an outlet for his frustrations. He was uncertain if he could have withheld his bloodlust any longer without this opportunity.

“.. Kill whatever you’d like.“

That was his only response to the woman he’d been destined to stand beside in this world. He bore his claws as he proceeded towards the site of the conflict. Thoughts of death being the furthest thing from his mind. After all, only the weak perish.

[bakusaii]

So these fools finally saw fit to answer them properly. Though he was still irritated by the entire situation, attending this meeting of sorts would at least shine some light on the subject. He proceeded towards the sight of the gathering in silence, not even bothering to call upon his Servant. He did not need to. Considering the type of spirit she was, she was likely nearby, keeping an eye on him. And as such, she would follow regardless of whether he wanted her to or not.

[sairenji]

[bakusaii]

If anything, this was an almost therapeutic situation for him. A fool had thought it a good idea to assault the demon and seek to steal his belongings. As if a human fool such as this could even hope to subdue the great Sesshomaru. His eyes shifted towards the now unconscious thief, his skin littered with a number of deep cuts, though not completely fatal.

“Pathetic. Next time, think before you think to challenge me.“

[hanerddraig-blog]

“I don’t even have a lance…”

[bakusaii]

“Then improvise. You seem capable of doing that, at least.“

[ultimatime-blog]

“What manner of hell have I been dropped into? This place smells like sewage.”

[bakusaii]

“Such is the world of humans. Always drowning in their own filth.“

[bakusaii]

cl0ckwork:

      There it was once again– that dismissive superiority, even if he acknowledged that he had no way of dealing with her. It was a little disappointing really. She’d hoped he was smarter than that. Really though, it matters little. It isn’t as if she plans on making friends with him, or something equally absurd. So long as she can count on him when she may or may not need him, she should be fine. In theory, at least. There’s still plenty to this Master and Servant situation that she has to figure out the details of. Until then, however, there is still him to deal with.            “So I shall.”            Sooner or later, he would come to regret allowing her the liberty of choosing– but for the moment, she figured she had made her point well enough. Instead of pressing further, she crosses one leg over the other, dress dragging through the air, a black and green pendulum in the light breeze. 

          “Then– we should locate our… accommodations. I don’t need sleep, but you likely might, Master.” Her tone is soft and to the point, and it’s obvious she doesn’t really intend to argue the fact. “Then maybe you’ll tell me what you are.”            Because whatever it is, it’s certainly not human; even she can tell that much.

For the most part, he allowed the Servant to continue speaking without offering a single response. The silver haired demon had never been one for conversation, unless he felt as though he had something to say. Thankfully, he had gotten used to being around talkative company, so he could tolerate her better than most would assume he could.

Rest was unnecessary for him. Unless he was quite literally rendered unconscious, Sesshomaru saw the action of resting as little more than a waste of time. There were far too many questions he harbored about this place and it warranted looking into. However, perhaps finding their lodgings would make her want to stay there while he went off on his own. The triplicata in his hand aided him in that regard. As useless as he perceived it to be, it was still something he couldn’t do without.

“..“

Before long, her bombardment of words finally broke through to him. Ignoring her was unlikely to make her fall silent at this point. At the very least he could bring himself to answer one simple thing for now.

“I am a Great Demon. That is all you need to know.“

[bakusaii]

cl0ckwork:

      While the acquiescence is unexpected, the fact that her so-called ‘Master’ isn’t someone who will refute the truth of a matter until the end comes as a relief. It’s one less thing she has to concern herself with when it comes to the multitude of issues this pocket of reality encompasses. Lifting her heel, she settles herself into a careful hover once more. A wave of her hand begins, but is aborted at the last moment, and she instead offers it downward to him, dark brows lifting marginally higher.           “I am Handmaid; you may call me Caster if you prefer, it makes little difference to me.”            Her tone shows no sign of deference or appreciation; only simple resignation to their current fate. She doesn’t like it, not in the slightest, but she doubts that simply allowing herself to die will at all help her get back to the blissful rest of not being. 

          “I will be at your side for whatever we are intended to do, but make no mistake, Master– you only command me as far as I see fit. Try not to be a fucking disappointment and we will be fine.” Her fingers curl in invitation for him to take them, so that she may haul him to his feet. “What other name do I call you? If you don’t provide one, I will make one up.”

His eyes chanced upon her own, her gaze seemingly devoid of any signs of life. Though it was clear she was ‘alive’ in some sense, those were the eyes of one who viewed the world different from those who led what could be described as a ‘normal life’. One could only imagine what horrible events could have bred such a monstrous being. However, he himself cared little to find out. Why he allowed his thoughts to drift to such things was beyond him.

He disregarded the hand before him and stood on his own power. He did not desire such a gesture, though it was clear that she wasn’t doing it out of the goodness of her heart either. They both found themselves in a situation where they needed to depend on one another, though neither was ecstatic about that fact. Nonetheless, she made more of an effort to embrace it than he seemed to be. Which only served to further put his stubbornness on display.

“.. Do as you please, Caster.“

This was as close to a display of acceptance that she would get from him at the moment. He would not chase her away, nor deny her aid. But that did not make them allies.Whatever she chose to do around him or whatever she chose to call him was her business and hers alone. He’d command her only if he felt it necessary. Beyond that, he would continue to rely on himself. After all, the idea of being indebted to this stranger did not sit well with him.

[bakusaii]

cl0ckwork:

      A sigh leaves her, watching the approaching claws with a slow blink, her irritation with the situation in its entirety beginning to peak.            “I’m too fucking old for this…”            Proving herself to anyone has never been high on her list of priorities; but if doing so now means this idiot understands that he can’t simply do as he pleases, then fine. Not that she cares, in the long run, whether either of them live or die– but if she has to live again, then she’s going to take the opportunity to seek out those responsible and inform them why that was a bad decision to make.            And she can’t do that without him.   

          Time accelerates as she steps into and past the lunge, catching his forearm against her own. Then she turns, yanks the arm over her shoulder, and allows time to resume its normal path, slamming him down onto the earth and then setting a heel against his chest, pressing the entirety of him down with her psionics.            “Proof enough?”

It happened far too quickly. So quickly that his eyes could barely even follow her movements. But of course he couldn’t. This was the fundamental law of this world at work. Servants stood at the very top of the food chain, so to speak. They were the apex. And a mere master could not even begin to compare. It would take nothing short of a god or a devil to truly topple them. Or, at the very least, a being that existed outside of the realm of reason, much like themselves.

This frustrated Sesshomaru. However, he was no fool. Unlike that hard-headed brother of his, he knew when a situation had turned dire for him. Even if he wished to, there was nothing he could do to retaliate. And though he still refused to acknowledge that he was defenseless without her, he would at least acknowledge that she was stronger than he was.

“.. Hmph. I have seen all that I needed to.“

[bakusaii]

cl0ckwork:

      There is a distinct sensation of disdain in that gaze that hits her like a frigate when those golden eyes land on her. Summarily reinforced by the dismissive words and unpleasant attitude, Handmaid is reminded suddenly and starkly of the good Doc. Really, she can’t say she likes the type of attitude any more now than she did as a girl. Though she is beyond tantrums and attempts at murder (for now at least) at being on the receiving end of such a person’s dismissal, she still cannot simply leave it be. If she’s going to be forced to be tethered to this person for however long and for whatever reason, she’s ot just going to let that stand.             So she simply stares, blank-faced, then murmurs, in utter irritation, “fuck me, not another one.”           Easy as Sesshomaru’s contempt comes, so does Handmaid’s, eyes blinking separately from each other as she stares him down, lips turning down as she takes a breath. Horrorterrors, but she hates stuck up people.  

          “Listen, furball– I am not any happier about this than you; but if you want to die, then I am not going to stop you,” she states flatly. “Before you dismiss me outright, however, it would be in your best interests to understand your own limitations. Tell me: do you think you could put me on my ass if I came at you? Because I will tell you now, if your answer is ‘yes’, then you are as wrong as you are idiotic.” 

“You believe that I require your aid?“

The demon already stood poised to walk away from the other and leave them to their own devices. One would think she would have jumped at the chance to do as she pleased. However, she seemed utterly dissatisfied with the fact. Which could only mean that there was some aspect to this ‘Master’ and ‘Servant’ pact that would negatively effect the Servant if they were to be without their Master.

Then, was the reverse also true? Did that mean that he truly was vulnerable without her? The mere thought made his eyes narrow in frustration and disgust. He may have had followers, but they did so on their own whims, whether he wanted them there or not. Moreover, he did not depend on them. He depended only on his own strength. To insinuate that he was so helpless on his own..

“Hmph. Interesting. If that is what you believe-“

“Then prove it to me.“

He spun without warning, his clawed hand slashing through the air and aiming towards her neck. It was clear that his intent was to kill. If she was so confident that she was above him, then surely she would be able to avoid a swift death by his hand.

[bakusaii]

casterofturnabout:

“WHAAAAAAAAT?!” Phoenix jumps behind as this weird looking guy, wearing what looks like a ferret on his shoulder, suddenly challenges him to a fight out of the blue.

“H-How about no? I did nothing to you and we aren’t supposed to fight anyway. Just go punch a bag if you’re angry at something.”

This man was a buffoon. There was no other way to describe him. His posture was full of openings and his words reek of cowardice. Someone like this held more power than him? No, he must have been imagining it. Still..

“I have no patience for your cowardice. You will fight.. Or die.“

Without hesitation, Sesshomaru’s clawed hands reared back, then shot forward towards the man’s neck. If he were to die, then he would have no one to blame but himself for refusing to meet his challenge.

[bakusaii]

casterofturnabout 

For a moment, Sesshomaru was curious as to where this overwhelming sense of power emanated from. To see that the source was such a dull looking human.. It not only baffled the demon, but infuriated him as well. Someone like this.. was more powerful than him?

“.. No. It must be a mistake of some sort. You, human. Draw your weapon and face me.“

[bakusaii]

stardust-hatter 

“Hmph. I can’t say I enjoy being around all of these humans.. At the very least they know to keep their distance.“

This was all going to take some getting used to. The more time he spent in this world, the more irritated he seemed to become. The feeling of sheer helplessness was something he absolutely loathed. Sesshomaru preferred to be in charge of his fate. But now, he was uncertain of where his fate would ultimately lead him.

[aetherflowed]

             she had, from a very young age, always been curious.

      something to easily make the subject of a jest—curiosity killed the cat, as so many would say. and though so many of her own kin would deny the sharing of blood between their own and those no more than mere pets, they did indeed share in their traits. the flick of their tail upon dinging something of interest, for instance. the way it would twitch and sway when entertained. of course… she spoke of but some. not she, no; she was of greater refinement than some of her fellows, less inclined to fall to such base instincts… most of the time. when confronted by things of a stranger nature, that of foreign origin, was it not natural for those of scholarly mind to know more of it? perhaps one may never find (or witness, for that matter) her tail asway nor her ears in middle of an excitable flutter, but instead, the scrutinization of vacant eyes as they ‘looked’ down at the cube in hand, the pawing of her hands as her fingers pressed against this corner and that. immersed in the multitude of thoughts to run through her mind…

            not entirely so, however, to not notice the soft patter of footsteps upon pavement.

     ``Curious thing, is it not? This… Triplicata. You have one as well, yes?“ 

@bakusaii 

[bakusaii]

He was, for all intents and purposes, the exact opposite of the curious master. He rarely questioned the nature of things, believing that his knowledge trumped that of any other. While she may thoroughly investigated whatever peculiar thing that comes to her attention, he regards it solely on the basis of whether it could prove useful to him in battle or not. In other words, he valued overwhelming power over all else. Anything beyond that was of little consequence.

And yet, he stopped to listen to the other speak. Despite seemingly having no interest in the object she spoke of. The very same object he had kept tucked away in his clothing and hadn’t bothered to inspect afterwards. Why was that? Perhaps he was more curious as to her nature, given she clearly wasn’t human. And yet, he did not sense a demonic presence about her.

“I cannot begin to comprehend what you find to be so fascinating. In my eyes, it is merely a pointless toy. Whatever secrets it may harbor would matter little in battle. Should survival not be your main concern?“

[cl0ckwork]

⌛ ||  @bakusaii

      It is an inexorable thing that draws her and glowing eyes strobe through an irregular sequence as she moves. Impatience causes her to flicker from the sight of those around her, a specter in black and green until she reappears, sudden and immovable, before the source of the sensation. Used to hovering to receive orders from a source much more massive than the one before her, she has to adjust herself, though she does so only to avoid craning her neck to make her inquiry.            Taking a measure of him is difficult– the feedback isn’t what she is used to, and so acclimatizing to it will take some… getting used to. However, it should not be too difficult. Provided the one who would likely presume to give her orders proves himself anything like reliable. If not, it isn’t as if she’s afraid of having nothing to rely on.           A slight leaning of her head to one side, flickers in her eyes halting, one yellow, one blue. 

          “So you… are you my master, then?” 

[bakusaii]

From the moment he arrived, Sesshomaru had regarded everyone and everything around him with skepticism and disdain. He distanced himself from any who even attempted to converse with him, seeking to answer whatever questions he may have had on his own. And he had been left with quite a few questions upon awakening in this strange world. Masters, Servants, Terminals and whatnot. All of this came across mere nonsense to the demonic entity.

And yet, the fact remained that everything the voice spoke was true. As foolish as it may have all sounded, simply turning a blind eye to it would accomplish nothing. However, it seemed as though his pursuit of answers had led him towards something else entirely. Perhaps it was mere coincidence. or perhaps it was the work of the command seals, drawing master and servant together.

Whatever the case may be, the two were now face to face with one another. She initiated the conversation, as she very well should have. Sesshomaru had no intention of doing so if he could help it. While her appearance came across as somewhat demonic, he could tell that she was.. something else. Not human, yet not demon.

“.. I am simply who I am. Titles such as Master and Servant mean nothing to me, nor do I have any need of someone to do my bidding. I will face whatever this world has in store on my own. As for you, do as you please. It matters little to me.“

It was clear he had no intention of playing along with whatever the voice told them to do and was intent on continuing by himself. That, of course, meant that he had no idea just how vital a Servant was to a master. If he were to be attacked by another Servant, he would stand no chance. And having him die such an unseemly death would end badly for her as well, considering how vital Masters were to Servants as well.

[bakusaii]

Sesshoumaru from Inuyasha

Can be really mean but he can be good sometimes too

A demon doge with poison nails

Not very sociable

Tends to hang out with very short people

He is beautiful

So beautiful???

Look at how beautiful he is I can’t stand it

Don’t talk to him about his brother

[bakusaii]

I’ll most likely get to these later tonight, but feel free to like this for a starter! Capping at 5 for the moment.