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minor events || makoto yuki
> The streets are lined with figures as seedy as Ozawa (before and after the Cataclysm). Their gazes followed him as he wandered the sector, eyeing the fancy looking piece of technology fixed onto his arm and his eye. He wants to tell them that the moment they try to use the COMP, they'll be greeted by some very violent demons looking for their true master. Actually, he doesn't want to tell. He rather let petty thieves piss themselves in fear as a lousy Jack Frost freezes the ground beneath them.
> Honestly, he feels at ease here though he's constantly on alert.
> On his auto-mapping adventure, he arrived at a place that reminded him more of home than most other places, though more buildings stood high with no sign of ruin. The air of constant danger is familiar, and familiarity has been the one thing he's craved since arriving at the Hive. As much as he wants to stay here for a while, he has other places to map and a few items to acquire.
> At one point, a few sorry souls approach Futsuo as he passes through an alleyway. They surround him and demand for his valuables. Before the leader of the small gang finishes his threats, a wooden sword is smashed against his side, making him double over in pain. The other weaker members flee almost immediately upon seeing the swift and merciless strike, leaving the suffering leader in pain. There's an indigent cry from the man before a glare and a handgun are directed at the would-be victim.
> There it is. A small smirk pulls at the side of Futsuo's lips as he spots one of his item: a gun. He ignores the pathetic man's threats and knocks the gun out of his grip with one swing of his dull sword. An audible crack echos through the alleyway and he knows there's a broken bone or two in the small time gangster's hand.
> He really doesn't care though. When he picks up the gun and pockets it (with profanities and shouts as his BGM), he exits the enclosed space. Upon reaching the sidewalk again, he discovers a bystander who may have watched the entire event that just occurred. His guard is still up; he doesn't know if this weirdo is a foe just yet.
"You don't care about what just happened, right?"
don't lose your cool, hee-ho || heat
He finds this guy boring, hence why he may not even try to have a fest with him at all. Heat is simply being merciful with humans, he, in some way of another, is one, after all. Half human, half demon, if you want to be kind of technical (not by choice) (but he doesn’t comply either). However, he won’t tolerate people trying to get a rise out of him with annoying things like empty threats. Ice may be his weakness, but he has fire, too — Jack Frost’s weakness — so they would be even. He doesn’t care much about the human, it’s not like he’s a threat without his demon ally. It’s funny how kids are eager to play hero until they realize it’s more than a game, specially here.
Brows furrow, and folds his arms across his chest whilst the other simply brushes his words with a light-hearted chuckle, brows furrow more, and comes closer to him, probably that would take off that stupid smile out of his face, “ You’ve got guts kid, I don’t have any intentions to fight whatsoever, I don’t waste time with weaklings like you — maybe when you get stronger, or something. Instead of trying to waste your life, you should be going now, ” His tone never left of being an agressive one, however he spoke with extreme calmness, he really means it when he said he would spare his life, for now. That coming from Heat is truly impressive, he would have not thought about it twice, he would have decapitated this guy’s head and fulfill this famine with his meat.
Heat can’t help but laugh, laughs at the dumb commentary of him, he is really something, he thinks in the most sarcastic way possible. He is trying to siphon him out, and make the rawest parts of Heat come to light, that would be bad for him, but he doesn’t know, and it would be a shame to waste a long life such like his trying to beat something unbeatable. Heat is still, doesn’t flinch even when he throws empty threats again, trying to look for a reaction - but even if he were capable of flinching or pulling away, Heat never would - because, no doubt, if he had the feeling to flinch, he would have the feeling to be stubborn, to be a waste of time.
“ What a pain in the ass, kid. Go to take a nap or something, congrats for being capable to use an analyzer. You can try, truly — but it’d be more easier for me to melt your little demon away, and burn you, as well. I’m not interested in joining you, either — as you can see, I’m no demon at all. Pure skin and bones. ” Not entirely a lie, he is human — he is simply able to transform from time to time, and he finds amiable feelings in devouring demon’s meat to maintain his sanity, also just for carnage’s sake. As some people would say, negotiations have failed.
“ Well, half-human, half-demon, if you want me to be gross. ”
> Being looked down upon, being belittled, being underestimated: all of these things he's experienced a thousand times over, and, frankly, he's tired of all these demons spouting the same words and insults to his face. Even this weirdo fits the bill of all of those more ill tempered demons exactly, though, of course, there's the expected species variation. Negotiation is necessary for thriving, but at least they could be a little bit less, he guesses, monotone.
> His expression doesn't change in the slightest as the stranger continues to speak and speak. It wouldn't be a lie to say he's completely numb to the situation occurring, though he does feel a slight bit of amusement. The same cannot be said for Jack Frost who takes the threat of being burned too seriously and stops its frolicking to hide behind its master. Of course, Jack Frost is all bravado with no real strength to back its words up unless its incredible luck manages to let it land a critical hit.
> Futsuo is well aware of the disadvantage he's at with Jack Frost's weakness to fire and his lousy wooden sword (maybe he should buy a gun soon?), but he has confidence in what intrinsic abilities he possesses. After all, would some normal kid be able to survive (he dare say thrive) after the Cataclysm?
> He raises an eyebrow at the whole half-demon, half-human thing-- much less for the fact it exists and more for a morbid curiosity as to how such a creature's data would be recorded in his COMP. Of course, he continues to insist. Always keep trying until either party is incapacitated, and he isn't about to be the one who goes down. But, he decides to use a slightly different approach.
What will you do? > Calm down > Laugh
"Well, you're about as pure as a sewer. I rather you use the "gross" term. Makes it a bit less creepy." A grin spreads across his face again on command. "I'm now saying you have to be an ally like Jack Frost is here; I don't think any sort of human and the Expanse are compatible and I'm sure your data would overload this junk here." He taps the screen of his COMP. "But, how about we be allies in the human sense of the word. Comrades, I guess would be the better term?"
> Compromise, he decides, is the best approach. He doesn't really respect the strange human-demon, he can acknowledge some sort of levelheadedness, though the semblance is probably being forced at the moment. His constructed grin fades slightly as he speaks again. "I'm not as weak as you think. Maybe not as strong on my own when compared to you, but I'm fully human, cut me some slack. I've beat a fair amount of demons-- or, I've beaten a lot of demons, and not just things like, say, Petras." He stares straight into the other's red eyes. "So, I'm thinking this is a decent offer."
"Help? Accessory services are o-o-o-only accessible from within the con-containment cell. Regrettably. Regrettably. Regret. Regret.. gret… gret…" The words clicked and repeated again and again, the tilt of her head and her eyes upwards in thought the only hint of cognizance grinding in her gears. Did the sinner know the path back to their Panopticon? If so, why hadn’t they tried to return home? It was not something she could comprehend.
… Q would have to add 100 years to his sentence as a penalty. But for now, his generous offer was appealing. “Request to assist is a-a-a-accepted. Returning to our Panopticon is the cur… c-current priority, maaaaster.”
> The way she speaks incites some pity from Futsuo. She probably has some damage to her system, but there isn't much he can do; he's never been all that skilled at technology (those newfangled operating systems always seemed to completely stump him), so trying to repair an android as advanced as her is an entirely lost cause. He decides to do what he can for now: try to return her home, or to this Panopticon she keeps mentioning.
"What sector were you assigned to? Or, I guess, Pan... optocon? Can I ask why you call your home a Panoptocon? Seems sort of strange and a real mouthful," he says, struggling to pronounce the foreign sounding word. "Oh, no need to call me master either. I'm assuming you already have one, right? You should only call them master."
The wooden object had been shoved into his hands, blinking as the man moved aside so Steven had a good view of the little… Whatever that thing was. For a moment he had only stared at the object in silence. A concerned frown graced his childish features, looking back up at the man, then to Jack Frost, back to the sword.
"Is hurting them really the only way?”
> He offers a small grin. Maybe he'll dupe a person into a fight another time; he feels sorry for him. "You don't actually need to really hurt it.
"Really, Frosty over there is a punk coward, so soon as you poke it just a bit, then it surrenders." He looks over his shoulder and gazes at his demon, a dangerous look directed at the mischievous elf. "Right?" Jack Frost stops its jingling and frowns at the threat it knows is not empty before glancing at the kid now holding the sword. Being beat by a kid would be a blow to its pride, no matter how staged it would be.
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> Negotiations have failed.
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Fury:What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?
"You're not a high enough level to fuse this demon.""You don't have enough Macca to summon this demon.""The demon has escaped.""Negotiations have failed."
Nymph:What are you like when you’re by yourself?
"I'm myself. Not much else to really say. I don't really like being by myself; it makes me worry more than anything."
…self defense classes! That counts as pacifism, right? If I don’t hurt my enemy, I only disable and pacify them? [ then he might be less of a burden. He’ll think on this a bit more. ]
What will you do? > Inform the strange person of their radical mistake in reasoning. > Walk faster.
"That's... not pacifism. But certainly noble."
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don't lose your cool, hee-ho || heat
It has been a wonderful day so far!
Albeit they made a lot of noise (an assault to his eardrums, had to rip their throats along with their vocal cords so they stop screaming such annoyances), demons here are different from what he has seen back in the Junkyard or ”Nirvana”, and he would have opted for chasing humans instead of demons — sadly, normal humans lack of the necessary magnetite and nutrients he needs to keep his sanity stable. But to be honest, they have a bit of that within them, but not enough to satisfy his needs, so he leaves them alone for the time being, unless he is really hungry.
These demons’ meat is weird, way too bland — but there’s nothing left around, and Agni’s too lazy to prey other weaklings, so for now this will suffice, or at least he hopes so, though he wouldn’t mind to keep the brutality going, he needs to train somehow — and why not, killing two birds with one shot is enjoyable, he can devour them, too. This deprived thoughts passes through his mind everytime he’s eating, so he can clear his mind of other things that aren’t entirely related to hunting (meal’s taste, namely).
When he reaches the bones, he crushes them, chewing as if it were bubble gum, it’s his favorite part, because they are hard to swallow, spends minutes chewing and chewing until he swallows the now weird-looking white mess. After the meal, he finds himself full, it was pleasing to eat new, fresh meat. He just needs to adapt to the new flavors, which is an easy task to a legionary savage survivor like him.
He takes a few steps back and reverts to his human form, wipes some blood mess out of his mouth and cleans some crimson liquid with the interior of his cape, so people don’t look at him with those judging, fearful gazes.
He wanders through alleys, way better than dealing with the congestion in the main streets, sometimes he sees the weirdest things here (murders, thievery, what have you), and he sometimes, out of boredom, helps the victims, because most of the time they are weak, and it’s not much of a fair fight.
His neutral gaze darts on a certain thing, a demon he has seen before, Jack Frost, along with a kid that seems like he was taken from a sci-fi show, but what bothers him the most if that Jack Frost, an ice demon, is near. He can deal with it in his human form, but he can’t deal his hindrances and shenanigans, truly annoying. The kid seems to be tense, and after a few seconds, they adopt a defensive stance — a raise of eyebrow is given.
He realizes, then — he feels this kid aura, he can smell the magnetite from the distance, and it seems that Jack Frost is on his side. He’s some kind of demon summoner or something? He wonders while he approaches this unknown guy, “ Playing hero, kid? Dunno if it’s courageous or completely stupid, but you shouldn’t be around here, there are weird things around that, who knows, might rip your limbs one by one if you underestimate them. ”
> His entire body remains motionless as the strange demon approaches and speaks the thinly veiled threat. There's no fear in his being, though he can smell the faint scent of blood. Rather, the scent of death is reassuring: it's familiar unlike the vibrant green plants and tall new buildings that invade his sense and he can conclude this is a demon through and through despite the human-like appearance. He wouldn't have too much of a moral dilemma if worse came to worse, but he, really, much rather avoid too much trouble. Bufu and a wooden sword could only go so far.
What will you do? > Threaten it. > Ignore it.
"Is that an offer?" he asks with a small and fake chuckle. He's fully aware that, just as the demon says, he could be ripped to shreds. Briefly, his mind wanders to the first time he saw a person killed by a demon, how the Petra ripped the throat of that innocent bystander, how the blood stained the floor of the mall, and how the police blamed him for the vile act. Though he remains slightly embittered about the events that transpired, he still possesses a bit of sympathy for the death-- how weak would someone have to be to get killed by a pathetic Petra.
> Jack Frost bounces up next to him and snickers, trying to jokingly suppress its voice by covering its perpetually open mouth with its hands. The smaller demon's curiosity always gets the better of it, and it's especially piqued at the sight of the strange and dangerous and weird stranger. Of course, it lets Futsuo do all the talking first; even a demon of mischief has honor to its summoner. "Sorry, bad threat, bad joke. Also, I wouldn't say I'm playing hero." He pauses and the forced smile fades into monotony, back to his neutral poker face. His tone, similarly, becomes even. "Now it's my turn to threaten you."
> He takes a step forward himself, his demon following his lead. "I see you're weak to ice. I also see you're really weird because have more than one form. I didn't know that this thing," he wiggles the scope near his eye, "had the function to even sense that-- thank you for that much at least.
"But, here's the deal: either I can freeze you, or we can by allies."
> Jack Frost's black eyes light up at the prospect of using its power to suppress the weirdo, and, as if that dangerous gleam wasn't enough to convey its willingness, it begins to dance around its summoner and the enemy. Small jingles and shrill shouts of, "let's make it snow, hee-ho," fill the tense night air. Futsuo appreciates its willingness, but a display of battle hungry intent taints even the most ill-natured of negotiations.
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"… Ma… ma…?" The lenses of her eyes narrowed and expanded, cold blues zooming in and out on the features of his face, comparing it to the static sliced clips of her memory. Brunette, check. Light eyes, check. Contraption on his head that could be used for communication… check? To borrow the idiom, she was grasping at any straws available to her. Even the lack of a sentence above his head did not deter her from jumping to conclusions.
"Ma-Ma-Ma-Master? Master. Facial recognition inconclusive. Priority is returning to the containment cell. Exit permit not not not not granted. We must ret-ret-return to the containment cell.”
> The girl looks so human, but, somehow, he can tell she's not-- maybe it's because of his honed intuition, he would like to brag. Despite her inhuman status, she doesn't seem to pose a threat despite her probing eyes, so he doesn't take any immediate action. Just as she examines him, he examines her. It seems, just as most robots he encountered in the past, she has no actual weaknesses, which would make a battle undesirable. He's curious as to the subjects of her words, this master, this containment cell, but he knows explanations of those words could cause unnecessary friction.
"Do you need help?" he asks with a level voice. Negotiation is better in a situation with no visible aggression. "I can try to get you home."
Peering behind the taller man to see just who he was looking at, Steven continued on to frown at such a statement. Well he could understand the shiny things part. His backpack was filled with them! But the suffering bit?
Not so much.
"Oh jeez… How d’ya persuade a guy like that?"
"Courage and strength and a sword."
> Futsuo unsheathes a wooden sword from his back, an object that's a step down from his usual weapon but would do for this situation. He places the sword into the kid's hands and gestures to Jack Frost.
> Of course, he's not doing this just to get more experience points. Who would have such a devious idea?
"Excuse me sir! But have you seen a backpack that looks like a cheeseburger lying around anywhere? I forgot where I put it down, and now I can’t find it!"
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"Er." He pauses and looks at Jack Frost behind him who's currently wearing said backpack, very satisfied with itself. "You might have to, uh, persuade this thing to give it back. It likes shiny things and suffering."
don't lose your cool, hee-ho || heat
> Situations like this are nothing new, though the numerous tall buildings surrounding Futsuo with no ruin apparent on their facades is a pleasant surprise. This isn't Tokyo, not home, but he can appreciate the fact that there isn't a demon every five minutes trying to take his life.
> Well, he can appreciate it to an extent. His thoughts wander to his time in Roppongi, to the numerous ignorant bodyconians inhabiting the place thinking were alive and peaceful. Though he's accustomed to death, he doesn't want to question whether the people he pass on the streets are alive or not, so he naturally gravitates to a location more comforting to his senses in a way.
> Except he ends up in a place that looks entirely normal again; the only difference he can see from the place he came from is that the area is named Sector 6 and that now it seems to be nighttime. Though the entire journey seems like a waste, at least he was able to add data to the auto-map on his COMP. The more he knows about the place he ended trapped within, the better prepared he would be for whatever disaster lay in wait.
> The streets at night are relatively empty with only a few stray citizens walking around, presumably returning to their homes. It's lonely; usually the chatter of his companions kept his mind occupied, away from dangerous idleness. He stops walking to look at his COMP, seeing he has only enjoy Macca and MAG to summon and maintain Jack Frost. Disappointing considering he wants is the company of his dog turned demon.
> However, Jack Frost is decent at filling the silence, so he summons it. The demon materializes in front of him with a jingle of its bells. "Heeow's it feel to be broke again, ho?" It says this with a tone of mischief. Jack Frost is always incapable of empathy, not that Futsuo really expected much from a demon that robbed him blind before joining.
> The demon's obnoxious laughter suddenly stops when it senses something off. "Nearby," it says in feigned graveness, pointing behind its summoner, "there's a weirdo demon-thing, hee-ho. You're a heeavenly source of money, ho, so don't die." He turns to see what Jack Frost is pointing at and only sees a strange red haired man approaching. The outward appearance of the stranger seems entirely normal, but one look through his scope and he sees the specs of a demon.
> Quietly, he thanks whatever power let him be able to summon an ice oriented demon (though he doesn't appreciate the stolen Macca or MAG). With no change in his outward demeanor, he puts his guard up, ready to attack if aggressive action is taken. However, he much rather negotiate than fight; he wouldn't be able to summon such a high level demon because of his lack of Macca, but it wouldn't hurt to have one in his stock, right? Jack Frost understands its summoner's intent and snickers.
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sparkles at kazuya / futsuo. my favorite smt game’s smt1, bless your soul.//
my fav is smt1 as well (which was completely unexpected to me cause i loved nocturne). bless your soul as well fellow fan