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[red-at-dusk]

-Mikhail- ~Daliah~

🎊 Name: Mikhail Sinclair | ██████ Daliah Sinclair

🎉 Age: 31 | 23

🎊 Pronouns: He/Him | He/They/Whatever you want

🎉 Species: Human | Nephilim

🎊 Sexuality: Everyone is hot | Professional man enjoyer

"Not believing is something won't save you from it. Certainly not from me."

Relationships

🎉 Late Mother: Violet Sinclair

🎊 Father: Adam Sinclair | Archangel Gabriel

🎉 Brother: Daliah Sinclair | Mikhail Sinclair

More Info Under The Cut

Appearance

Mikhail: A rather tall man at 6'5" with fair skin that obviously got a lot of sun, moles all across his body with a beauty mark under his lip. He has a hooked nose, grey-blue eyes, and is cleanshaven--a pretty handsome face. His hair is black and curly, grown out long but usually out of his way in a ponytail. Mikhail is pretty muscular and takes care of his body, which has a good few small scars here and there, and a rather large one across his neck he never bothers to hide. He is also covered in tattoos, most of which are sigils, but some of which are personal, like the crow sleeve tat on his left arm.

Those able to see the supernatural may see a slight aura around him, like a warm, protective light.

Daliah: A gender ambiguous, pale skinned, slightly short person in their early 20s, poofy looking dyed hair (typically pink) that is obviously self cut; styled like a mix between a wolf and jellyfish cut, with three thin long braids down his back. Eyes are round, a Grey-seafoam colour, occasionally glowing bright white. Piercings in his ears, nose, eyebrow, lips, and belly button.

Those able to see the Supernatural/auras, or are higher beings like Gods, may be able to see large, iridescent powder blue wings and a double halo, surrounded by a suffocating amount of angelic aura.

Abilities

Mikhail is, by all means, just a human. By himself he doesn't seem to have any special abilities, though thanks to his brother not wanting him to die, he was been divinely blessed, and can use various different abilities thanks to the tattoos all across his body. these include things from casting fire to temporarily enhanced strength, special pockets for storage, and more. He also has a lot of knowledge of the occult.

Daliah is a very, very powerful individual and not one you would ever want on your enemies list. Daliah himself does not seem to know the true limits of his Nephilim powers, and yet, he does not seem to care about finding out.

Greatly enhanced physical abilities and durability

Immortality and rapid healing. Daliah has not yet found something that could kill him (not that he's itching to find out)

Reality warping/bending. "Reality" is simply the intersection of "Space" and "Time", and Daliah can bend both to his will. Anything from acts of pure creation to time loops, he can make it happen. Though he insists that he cannot "Rewrite" reality, no one seems to know if this is true, least of all Daliah himself.

Teleportation and flight

Illusions and trickery

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

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Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

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"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

Taiyou narrowed his eyes at the mention of his fate. Of course someone of his power would know this, but it didn't fail to irk him no less. Was that how far a nephilim's strength stretched?

"Man." he thinks, watching them argue. "I hate angelic types."

Taiyou's belief is reinforced when the room starts to shift, he's mostly a nauseous. Taiyou hadn't had been in a reality warp for a good hundred years. So he held onto the desk briefly to regain his composure. He shoved past the two to enter his bathroom, throwing up into the toilet. The man doesn't say anything. He brushes his teeth in silence, spitting into the sink. He opens the water, letting it flow into the sink. He's pissed, he's really pissed. Almost certainly at Daliah. Someone with that much power always put a sour taste in his mouth. His own power did that to him. He suspected as such because of his little brother. He missed Kunimatsu dearly. Perhaps it was his age, perhaps it was the fact that he was just at his old childhood home. Those centuries of life often came to a boil at the worst of times.

The man closed the tap. Turning around and coming back to the brothers. Staring at the newcomer, his face was still. For a man as expressive as Taiyou was, for it to fall flat was never a good sign. "I was a big brother." He began, defiantly staring the nephilim in the eyes. "My brother's dead. He died and it's my fault." He put his hands on his hips. "That is something that eats at me every day. No amount of reality manipulation could heal that wound." He leans forward. "Your second rate spellwork, your incompetence, and your tantrums is going to kill your brother. The individual who cast that curse, is strong enough to bypass a powerful nephilim such as yourself. Do you understand me? This is not your domain, Daliah. Don't assume you have free reign to manipulate it. That will never be your call to make." He reprimanded, his brown eyes flared wide.

"Get your shit together, now. Or you won't be able to slap a shitty spell on his chest to bring him back. You're here to save his life, not throw a hissy fit because it's under threat." He finishes, leaning back and turning to his desk and shuffling through the contents for a notebook and pen.

"Now gentlemen, since you both may now understand the gravity of the situation. Let's get to work. I'd like to go to bed." He grumbled, sitting on his bed and placing the notebook for them to view.

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Mikhail could still feel his heart racing in his chest as Taiyou went off to the bathroom to vomit. It always did after Daliah got like this--he was never all that good at handling his emotions, and sometimes it had dire consequences. Mikhail's hand rubbed the scar at his throat, the other reached for a second cigarette, lighting it with the embers of the first. At least now these things weren't killing him anymore.

Daliah didn't really seem to care, swinging one of his braids in his hand as he waited for everyone else to calm down, as if it weren't his own fault in the first place. When Taiyou spoke again, Mikhail felt his heart sink into his stomach. To lose one's own brother and carry the guilt with you like that, that wasn't a fate he wished on anyone. Daliah tried to ignore him. He ignored and ignored... until he couldn't ignore him anymore. Taiyou's words wormed its way into his mind, enough that he actually stopped and looked at him.

Daliah didn't want to think about it, what could have happened, what did happen. He opened his mouth to retort, to bite back with something snarky and witty like he just needed to prove that he didn't care. But Mikhail wouldn't let him, placing a firm hand on his brother's shoulder with a sharp warning look, and that was enough for him to keep his mouth shut, just grumbling under his breath with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, uh huh, alright." Daliah sighed, suddenly switching back up to his typical big grin and doing a two fingered salute. "You got it bossman. Just tell me what I godda do."

Mikhail walked over, looking over the notebook, and realizing that he was the only one in the room who couldn't actually read what the Hell was on his body. It was never a problem before, but now he was being death cursed by strangers. "You really know a lot about Enochian," Mikhail commented, sitting beside him on the bed. "How did you learn?"

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

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Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

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"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

Taiyou thought that Mikhail was really making a mountain out of a molehill so to speak. He didn't really look at all bothered as he recounted the rules, dealing with the supernatural for centuries typically achieved that effect in a person. So when he had turned around and reassured him that he was fine, Taiyou hadn't said a word, and he had gestured for him to get on with it already.

The interaction with Daliah had only really made him miss his little brother more. As much as Kunimatsu had caused havoc (being possessed by an ancient yokai king to condemn their country to a magically enforced dictatorship where he was the eternal shogun, being said havoc.) He missed him so badly, because at least Kunimatsu, after all of this, wasn't irritating.

Taiyou had clocked out of the interaction as soon as he had been grabbed, a tactic he had already developed since childhood whenever his brother had thrown a tantrum. Only returning fully once Mikhail had grabbed his brother.

"Are you done?" He asks, his face markedly apathetic as he put his hands on his hips. "One. I'm the same age as your brother physically, don't give me that 'Old man' shit." He waves, crossing his arms. "And two. Your Enochian is terrible. You're relying on your raw power too much, to the point there's holes in what you've been casting." He starts, coming over to Mikhail and gesturing for Daliah to look at the new tattoo on his side.

"Your brother's marked for death, so if you'd like to stop testing the limits of my containment talisman with your yelling. I'm sure we can resolve it, I'm actually so positive we'd be able to resolve it- I won't bother grabbing spirit stones to try and prepare for a ressurection." He chastised. Taiyou really did not like the fact that now two men were in his hotel room at what was now 9:30pm. He was starting to get cranky about the fact his quiet time was getting disrupted, no less by these two.

So Taiyou points at the tattoo and then to his eyes. "Read it, now."

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Daliah laughed, cackling like a hyaena as he leaned back against some invisible wall. "Whatever old man, my Enochian is totally fine. See? It's technically functional. And that's the best kind of functional!" Daliah grinned, looking at Taiyou. His eyes were unnerving, the irises a little too small and his pupils with some subtle glossy shine. It wasn't like he was actually looking at the man, it was like he was looking through him, right down to his soul. "I ain't takin' advice from a guy that ain't even supposed to be here--Ow! Hey don't hit me--"

"Be fucking respectful you man-child. Sorry about him, I told you, he's an asshole." Mikhail apologized, already feeling bad for subjecting Taiyou to his younger brother's... well... everything. He was a lot to handle on a good day, and this was about to become a very not good day.

Daliah read the new tattoo on Mikhail's body--one that he defiantly didn't put there himself, and with every word that crossed his eyes, his smile faded, until there was nothing but a blank face left. Someone was trying to kill him. Someone was trying to kill his brother. And they were using his own tricks to do it. All at once, there was this spark in the room, the air growing heavy as Daliah just kept reading it back over and over again. The lights flickered, before suddenly shining blindingly bright over the small room. It lit up enough to show that something was wrong with the walls, moving and swirling, dripping like the whole room was melting, Taiyou's talismans straining and sparking under the weight of the pressure the Nephilim was putting out.

"Daliah," Mikhail called out, but his voice was muffled, like they were underwater. His brother couldn't hear him under the bubbling panic and fury. "Daliah!" But the air got so heavy, it was like they couldn't breath in it anymore. The room was swirling like a bad psychedelic trip, struggling to gain hold of his powers.

"█████!" Mikhail said something, but to Taiyou's ears it just sounded like static, like it wasn't something he was allowed to hear. The moment Mikhail spike it, everything was back to normal, like it never even happened at all.

"...Hah, Haha! Wow Micky did ya seriously get followed? That's so lame. And did you seriously think that this was me? You know I ain't that wordy, I didn't even finish highschool!" Daliah laughed, just pretending like it never happened. Mikhail clicked his tongue, still recovering from that magical outburst as he ran one of his hands through his hair. We was way too 30 to be dealing with any of this.

"Don't do that, don't let your power control you like that. You could have hurt someone. Agai--"

"Yeah yeah don't lecture me Dad," Daliah stuck out his tongue, before turning back to Taiyou. "Sooo you can help me get rid of it, right? So it's no biggie, don't even need to worry about it at all." He spoke so flippantly, but really it sounded like he was just telling himself. "Whaddya need me 't do?"

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

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Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

"That's why you cycle false idenities, you use cash for everything else." Taiyou added, waving his hand after as if to dismiss that line of thought. He leaned against his desk, looking at the tattoo and the circle that surrounded it. Only one of the circles were marked, which means they still had six whole days. Perfect.

Taiyou barked out a laugh at the suggestion of him removing it, lifting a hand. "Sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. No no, if someone was able to place this and make it indistinguishable from nephilim spells, there's no fucking way I can remove it. Omnyo is my speciality field, I only know Enochian because of my family's role in the death of its authors. I'm not nearly as strong enough to remove it." He pads to the window, shutting it and drawing the blinds.

He rested against the wall, reaching for his vape. He needed it, especially because he was now stuck with a dead man walking in his hotel room.

"We need your brother. I can advise him on what spell we can use to counter it but he's got the power to not only counter it but figure out who cast it. He knows you best, knows how to cast spells on you best. So we need him, fast."

He reasons, taking a drag from it, throwing his head softly back to blow the smoke above him. "I know it's gonna be a pain, but think. How do we get his attention, how do we find him?"

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Mikhail seemed to deflate when Taiyou told him that he couldn't remove it, reaching into his pocket to pull out his lighter and cigarette. God, he needed a smoke. He took a long drag, exhaling smoke through his nose as he nodded along to the man's plan, even if he did make a disgruntled noise at finding his brother.

Mikhail let out a long breath, standing up from his spot on the bed and walking over to Taiyou. "Alright, if we need him then I can get him. But if you're going to be meeting my brother there are some... things, that you need to know." He spoke with a pensive expression. "One, he... he's not the most mentally stable guy. By like, a lot. If he's acting crazy, it's because he is. Two, he's not just any old Nephilim, his dad is an archangel. However strong you think he is, he's stronger. Three, he's an asshole and a little shit. If there's a way to annoy the shit out of you he probably will, so I'm apologizing in advance. You're allowed to call him out on that shit—I encourage it actually. Fourth... this is specific, but don't bring up cannibalism in any way. Just don't."

When Mikhail was done, he almost looked a little nervous, crossing his arms over his chest as his fingers rapidly tapped at his side. "And fith..." He traiked off, taking a good couple of steps back. "I can get him here right now, I just... I need you to not freak out, alright? I promise you I'll be fine, don't try to stop me."

With all the proper warnings out of the way, Mikhail got out his phone, diled his brother's phone number, and waited. Straight to voice-mail, typical. "Μαλάκας—Pick up your fuckin' phone for once. I've been looking for you all week. If you don't show your face in 15 seconds I'm stabbing myself and dying. You know where I am."

Mikhail grumbled in Greek as he hung up, his hands glowing and he pulled out a hunting knife out of thin air. He looked over to Taiyou, mouthing that it was gonna be fine as he held the knife up to his chest, right over his heart. He counted down those 15 seconds, hitting zero and plunging that knife into his chest—

...but there was no blood. In fact, there wasn't even a knife. What was left in Mikhail's hands was a couple of flowers that couldn't hurt him.

"Wow you really got a death wish or somethin'?"

The sound of a party popper and a poof of confetti, and suddenly there was another man in the room. Messy purple and orange hair that was done up in three ridiculously long braids, looking like he both cut and dyed it himself. Big pants covered in patches like he cut them out and put them back together, two layers of shirts—one of them with a photo of a fish printed on the front... as well as the word Fish. Honestly he looked like if a Y2K enthusiast took fashion advice from a homeless Hippie.

"I wouldn't have to have a death wish of you ever picked up your fuckin' pho—"

"Yeah yeah whatever. So what's goin' on—?" Daliah cut himself off, looking at Mikhail's still shirtless self, the other man in the room, and the hotel they were staying at. And suddenly he got the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Ohoho! Oh Micky boy, I didn't think you had it in you. Don’t think you should be inviting your sweet an innocent little baby brother to your escapades~"

"That is NOT—"

Daliah suddenly vanished, his presence only being made known once he wrapped his arm around Taiyou's shoulder. "I've been bugging him all year to just to let loose a little and put himself out there. I mean, I always knew he'd be into older men but—" Daliah was cut off by a whole tire iron hitting him directly in the face, expertly missing Taiyou completely. Mikhail scolded him in Greek as he pulled the Nephilim away by the scruff of his shirt like a misbehaving cat.

"Jesus H. Christ—Taiyou, this is my brother, Daliah. Daliah, this is Taiyou, and we need his help. So shut up and listen." Mikhail ordered, already looking so exhausted, giving Taiyou a look that was somewhere between an apology and a 'do you see what I have to deal with'.

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

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Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

"I didn't promise you, I just said I would." Taiyou corrects, turning towards him. "Two seperate things." He watches as the other decides to take his shirt off, mumbling something about him showing off in his native tongue before holding the others arm in place to read the text. He stood on his tip toes. He had to given the height difference.

"Your brother's clearly powerful." Taiyou began, reading the scriptures that was Mikhail's tattoos. "But this prose genuinely sucks." He bites, his hand tracing the writing on him. He settles on one about his healing. "Imagine how much more powerful he could be if he was fucking specific. That's how Enochian spells works. It requires you to be precise, it's an alchemic language. Meant to be used in contexts that require science or magic. This is none of that." He analyses.

He ran his fingers gently across the tattoo, his own eyes flickering briefly as he mumbles the same words, opal specks in his iris to trace the fingerprints of its original caster. The flickers unceremoniously dying as he let out a huff. "Mikhail Zir Ardoch. Mikhail heals faster. Yeah, faster than what. It ends there. That doesn't go anywhere. Mikhail heals faster than what, the average person? Does he heal faster than humans over all? Not to mention this handwriting. I can tell he can speak the language but does he know that? Does he know he can speak the language? Once again, your brother is extremely lucky he's as powerful as he is, otherwise his wouldn't do shit." He grumbles.

He sits there, hand tracing across the other tattooes until he got to the new one. He doesn't speak. Taiyou grabbed the others waist and drew him closer to read it in disbelief.

"From when the first stone is cast in this holy circle of origin, the individual marked with this afflicted curse will be laid bare. Stripped of all other magicial properties as determined by Enochian speech. From when the sixth stone is cast, as per God's supposed days in building our earthly kingdom. The individual marked will have lost all magical properties besides this mark. On the seventh day, as God rested, so may this individual. Who's earthly soul shall return to the one who casts this stone."

Taiyou couldn't believe it, a curse this elaborate was condensed within his side, the man already was head to toe in tattoos, which meant one thing.

"Mikhail." He spoke gravely, finger tapping at the tattoo. "Have you noticed how big this tattoo is?" He asks, staring up at him. "Because this is a curse. No, not metaphorically, this is an actual curse. It's saying someone has claim to your soul. Also that you'll die seven days from its casting and you'll lose your tattoos six days from casting."

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Mikhail genuinely snorted, having to put a hand over his mouth to make sure he was keeping still while Taiyou insulted his brother. "Yeah, that uh... that sounds like him. However bad you think I am for not planning things in advance, he is seriously a million times worse. I swear, it's like he completely runs on impulse." Mikhail grumbled with no amount of spared annoyance. "He's... a Nephilim, actually. I'm just some human but he was born with all that power."

It was interesting, though, listening to Taiyou explain how Enochian symbols worked. No one had ever explained it to him before. One day he just started getting tattoos and... that was it, he just had to figure everything out on his own. Mikhail never had a teacher or a mentor to show him the ropes on magic or Demon hunting or--anything about this kind of life. All it took was one bad event to throw his whole life off and now he just had to live with it. Forever, apparently. Hearing someone actually bother to explain it to him was like breathing fresh air for the first time

And that breath was immediately knocked out of him with a baseball bat covered in spikes,

"I--Are you fucking serious?" Mikhail asked in disbelief, his previous laid back demeanor vanishing in an instant. "Somebody fucking cursed me?" He tried to crane his neck over to see the thing in full, not quite getting all if it. "I mean yeah it was kind of big, that's why I took a picture of it--but my mind didn't automatically go to being cursed."

Sitting back on the bed, too many things invaded Mikhail's mind all at once. Someone was following him. Someone knew about his brother and took advantage of that. Someone wanted him dead. "This is why I don't reserve things in advance, it makes me harder to track," He mumbled, running his hands down his face. It was supposed to, anyways. "Can you remove it, Taiyou?"

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

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Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

Taiyou kept his nose stuck up, turning to face the outside again, listening as the man rambled on. He really didn't want to hear any of it. He was still fuming about the concept of someone not using a reservation to book a hotel. As well as the lack of a legal passport.

Bureaucracies had a reason to exist, as annoying and as contrived as they often ended up. Their practices were implemented for good reason, Taiyou thought. He felt himself get more and more irritated at the lack of responsibility he heard from the other man. Even if you weren't a human with a long life, maintaining proper documents was the way to maintain a hassle free life from the authorities. Perhaps that was his past speaking, or rather the cultural differences between a Japanese society versus an American one.

"Wait."

He called out, lifting his hands. "Your tattoos appear randomly? You don't have a say?" He asks to confirm, crossing his arms. "I don't-" he audibly groaned, mumbling something in his native tongue.

"I can read enochian." He informed. He was taught by an ex partner of his. Before that, Edward Kelley had come to Japan, before he was even born and had used enochian at the battle of Sekigahara, creating a Gashadokuro that his family's forces, primarily Anjin, had to take down. Of course, as Taiyou became more adept at magic, Enochian became something be had to look out for.

"I'll help you read it, then I'm kicking you out." He says, gesturing towards Mikhail. "Show me it."

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail out his hands over his heart in faux hurt like he'd been shot, grin not once leaving his face. "Oof, you hurt me, Taiyou. And after we had shared such a nice day together. You even promised to walk me home," He wiped a fake tear from his eye, before promptly snorting and waving his hands. "Alright alright enough if the dramatics, no need to look at me like that.

Mikhail laughed as he took off his shirt fully--not something that h needed to do, but wanted to. All across his body were various tattoos, symbols, sigils, all radiating a very old kind of magic. "That's the new one," Mikhail pointed to one on his side. "No clue what it does yet. They just kinda show up and usually I just have to figure them out. My... my brother keeps putting them on me, the paranoid bastard." He grumbled out that last part.

The tattoos went down his right arm all the way to his hand, up his neck, his back, and all over his chest. He knew what most of them did by now--One made him stronger, one helped with healing, another made him burn things, etc etc, but there were some that he still had no idea.

...But there was one that stood out more than the rest, right over his heart, a large Enochian sigil. It didn't take a genius to know what that one was for. Immortality. It stopped Mikhail from aging, from dying by natural means. Some might call that a great blessing, but Mikhail knew what it really was. An unforgivable curse.

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

Taiyou frowned, looking at this image before looking back at him. "You are obviously joking. Please get me another image." He retorts, before his face contorted in the realisation that he was rather serious. The demon hunter blinks.

"Are you a fool? Are you stupid? Do you have any semblance of thought between those eyes of yours? Why would you cash in hand for a hotel? That's probably why you have to retrace runes in the first place!" He chastised, getting up with a grumble. Even if his face was still red given the image, he pressed on towards the window. He zoomed in to the streets, looking outside and at the phone.

"That's a 7/11. That's so broad. You could be anywhere in this city." Taiyou murmured. Brows pinched together in a frustrated expression as he looked at both the city streets and the phone. "It looks to be in Ueno, I'm not sure. I'm really not sure-" He murmured, zooming in further. His thumb slipped and transitioned to the next image in his gallery. Taiyou letting out a surprised noise. "Please, please take your device back this instant." He implores, shoving it back into Mikhail's hands.

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail laughed as Taiyou chastised him, only showing a grin and a shrug, knowing that what he was about to say was going to make things worse. "It's hard to book in advance when I didn't know I was gonna be in Japan. Hell, I ain't even got a legal passport," He laughed. Not that it would do him any good, he didn't have an address, or a home... and most of his IDs were fake.

Okay so maybe he was a little bit of a criminal, technically speaking. But it was fine, whatever, not like he'd ever been caught.

But it was refreshing, Mikhail had to admit. Someone actually bothering to call him out like that. Most people were too afraid of the tatted up 6'5" guy, and Mikhail absolutely used that to his advantage when he needed to. But Taiyou seemed different, and he liked that. A lot, actually.

When he was passed back his phone in a hurry, Mikhail raised a brow, looking over at what could have been on there to make him react like that. Ah, right, that picture. It was of him, shirtless, in front of the mirror, right after the shower, shirtless. But this time it wasn't vanity, honest! "Oh, yeah. I got a new tattoo and I could have sworn it wasn't there before," He did the most obvious thing to do in that moment, and listed up his shirt, showing off the new tattoo on his side. "They just kinda show up sometimes, honestly. I still don't know what this one does yet, Enochian is pretty fuckin' hard to read."

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

Taiyou's smile dropped and he closed his eyes briefly to sigh. "When we get to my room we'll try and figure that out." He offers.

The lift arrived at his floor, and he reached into his pockets to grab his key. Padding towards his room. Taiyou slips his key in, opening the hotel room. Taiyou's hotel room was on the the small side. Just a single western style bed and desk, with his clothes strung across the duvets. His desk was full of notebooks and magazines He places his gundam down, plopping it over the latter type of book on his desk.

He threw himself back on his bed, laying across it and reaching into his bedside table. Taiyou's hand slides past an assortment of items before finding itself on yet another talisman. He angles himself to throw it at the door. The paper operating more like a missile as it embedded itself into the door, a purple glow eminating from the door and into their surroundings briefly before remaining the same.

"It's a containment measure." Taiyou explains, sitting back up and crossing his legs. Hand clamped on his knee. "Soundproof and fire alarm proof. So I can do my things in peace." He explains gesturing towards the talismans in his side table. "Also keeps demons out. Anyway. Phone, give me it. Lets figure out where you're staying." He lifted a hand towards the stranger, the other gently flicking his now sprawled hair out of his eyes.

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail kept that sheepish look on his face as he followed Taiyou into his hotel room, not really all that bothered by his inability to remember. He considered himself a bit of a nomad, just going wherever he was needed. Or wherever there was a quick buck. Demon hunting wasn't exactly a 9-5.

He let out a whistle watching Taiyou throw the talisman, placing his hands on his hips while his eyes traced over the glowing purple with interest. "Impressive," He hummed, looking back at the other man in the room. "Sure beats tracing over runes for an hour every time you get a new room." Mikhail chuckled, holding his finger in the air. A white light emanated from the tip of his finger, tracing symbols into the air that matched some of the tattoos on his body. But at the end he simply waved them away, swatting with his hand until they vanished into mist. He didn't want to interrupt with the talismans by accident.

Mikhail looked at Taiyou's hand, the bed he was still on, and the phone that he just took out of his pocket, and had a lightbulb go off in his head. A very wicked, wonderful idea. "Yeah, sure thing," Mikhail smiled, walking over to the bed. He didn't stop at the edge though, crawling onto the bed, and halfway moving on top of the other man, pausing only for a moment before handing him his phone. "You picked a room with a nice view," He mused, eyeing Taiyou up and down before finally moving over.

[guidingmirror]

Taiyou watches the man carefully, although he blinked rapidly and shuffled nervously as the man exceeded the edge of the bed, eventually climbing over him. Their eyes lock for a moment, and of course his face got red. He stays there, squirms a little before letting out an: "Eh?". Then as Mikhail moved away, he sits up some more, eyes darting around the place as he began to make sense of what happened. Taiyou didn't really register he was holding the phone, brows furrowed and cheeks still lit up as he adjusted himself back in his seat.

"Do you just do that with strangers, Mikhail? Do you just climb on them?" He scolds, going back to the phone and going on the maps app. Clicking around to see if there was anything. Taiyou still was well over two hundred years old, so he narrowed his eyes before handing back the phone, sticking his nose up in the air. "You booked a hotel, right? Find open your reservation. Like an email confirmation or something."

He waves, head leaning on his other hand which itself leaned against his knee. He stares forward at the door. Trying to make sense of what the fuck happened. Trying to calm his screaming internal processes down. It was just a case of finding out where he lived, he told himself, and then Mikhail would be on his merry way.

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail laughed, leaning back on the bed with his hands behind his head. He found himself enjoying the man's reactions more than he thought. "Nah, not with everyone," He chuckled. "Just with the people I like. And I don't like a lot of people." Honestly he liked dogs more than he did people, they were just easier to deal with. But everyone had their exceptions.

He took the phone back, looking at it for a moment before sighing. "I uh, didn't make a reservation. I always pay up front with cash, it's easier than leaving a paper trail," He explained. But that didn't mean that he was going to stop looking, he didn't want all that money he spent on his room to go to waist. Mikhail continued to look through his phone--search history, notes app, anything that could give him a clue. It wasn't until he looked through his gallery that he finally found something.

"Hold on," Mikhail spoke, sitting up to show Taiyou his phone screen. It was a photo of Mikhail, a selfie of him in his hotel room. He must have just finished showering, his face by the window where a cat had decided that his windowsill was the best place for a rest, the tall man smiling while it pressed it's face against his. "Do you recognise the street below or something?"

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

Taiyou's smile dropped and he closed his eyes briefly to sigh. "When we get to my room we'll try and figure that out." He offers.

The lift arrived at his floor, and he reached into his pockets to grab his key. Padding towards his room. Taiyou slips his key in, opening the hotel room. Taiyou's hotel room was on the the small side. Just a single western style bed and desk, with his clothes strung across the duvets. His desk was full of notebooks and magazines He places his gundam down, plopping it over the latter type of book on his desk.

He threw himself back on his bed, laying across it and reaching into his bedside table. Taiyou's hand slides past an assortment of items before finding itself on yet another talisman. He angles himself to throw it at the door. The paper operating more like a missile as it embedded itself into the door, a purple glow eminating from the door and into their surroundings briefly before remaining the same.

"It's a containment measure." Taiyou explains, sitting back up and crossing his legs. Hand clamped on his knee. "Soundproof and fire alarm proof. So I can do my things in peace." He explains gesturing towards the talismans in his side table. "Also keeps demons out. Anyway. Phone, give me it. Lets figure out where you're staying." He lifted a hand towards the stranger, the other gently flicking his now sprawled hair out of his eyes.

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail kept that sheepish look on his face as he followed Taiyou into his hotel room, not really all that bothered by his inability to remember. He considered himself a bit of a nomad, just going wherever he was needed. Or wherever there was a quick buck. Demon hunting wasn't exactly a 9-5.

He let out a whistle watching Taiyou throw the talisman, placing his hands on his hips while his eyes traced over the glowing purple with interest. "Impressive," He hummed, looking back at the other man in the room. "Sure beats tracing over runes for an hour every time you get a new room." Mikhail chuckled, holding his finger in the air. A white light emanated from the tip of his finger, tracing symbols into the air that matched some of the tattoos on his body. But at the end he simply waved them away, swatting with his hand until they vanished into mist. He didn't want to interrupt with the talismans by accident.

Mikhail looked at Taiyou's hand, the bed he was still on, and the phone that he just took out of his pocket, and had a lightbulb go off in his head. A very wicked, wonderful idea. "Yeah, sure thing," Mikhail smiled, walking over to the bed. He didn't stop at the edge though, crawling onto the bed, and halfway moving on top of the other man, pausing only for a moment before handing him his phone. "You picked a room with a nice view," He mused, eyeing Taiyou up and down before finally moving over.

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

"Eh?" He softly lets out, blinking at the way the man had already wrapped an arm around him. Taiyou knew westerners were known for a being a bit more comfortable with physical contact, but he was still surprised by it whenever it happened. Then again, Taiyou kept his hands to himself to an egregious degree. So he wasn't sure if this was a cultural difference or his own.

He offers a small smile. "Alright. Alright, let's go-"

By the time they had arrived at the ever so slightly shady hotel Taiyou had stayed at, the sun had set. Tokyo's night life bustled in the streets outside, and he had his shopping bag full of items. So he stepped into the lift with a spring in his step.

"I had no idea they'd actually stock that gundam build." He starts, reaching into his bag and watching the way the box's plastic had reflected the light from above the two men. He grins, pointing to the box. "I managed to score this one on generational eternal- the gacha game they have out right now." Taiyou humms placing it back in the box.

"We're not here for long, I just need to put this back here safe and protected. Magically so. Then, I can take you back to where you're staying." He looks up at the man, keeping his smile. He leans a bit forward to avoid the height difference covering his form. He tilts his head to the side a little. "You do know where it is right?"

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail could honestly say that he had a much better time than he thought he would, watching Taiyou walk with what was almost a skip in his step, looking almost like a puppy with his tail wagging. Mikhail always did enjoy watching other people talk and ramble about whatever made them happy, he considered himself to be a pretty good listener.

"Looks like you got lucky. I'm pretty sure the guy behind you at the counter was gonna fight you over it if ya waited any longer," Mikhail chuckled. Not that Taiyou would lose, if anything he was more worried about the other guy getting his ass beat into embarrassment over a Gundam build.

Ah, magical protection, "You've got a lot of skills in that head of yours, don't you," Mikhail commented with a small hum. Though at the mention of the hotel we was supposed to be staying it, Mikhail brought a hand to his chin. "Yeah, it's just down... uh..." He paused, and stayed silent as his brow slowly pinched trying to remember where he was. "Uh.. it's just... yeah, I have no idea," The tall man laughed at himself, scratching his neck with a sheepish grin.

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

"Let me guess, he's your little brother?" Taiyou chuckles. He leaves out the part where he used to be a big brother. He just came back from their childhood home. He saw the same courtyard he chased Kunimatsu down, back when their relationship was better. He wonders, even briefly, if he'd ever wash his hands from how Kunimatsu's story ended.

He's snapped out of this by the man stepping closer. Taiyou blinks up at Mikhail, letting out a nervous chuckle (which sounded more like a giggle much to his chagrin) before turning on the spot. The view of his cheek's colour present.

Taiyou lifted a hand to his mouth, biting down and squeezing his eyes shut briefly. He really wished he died with Kunimatsu just for that embarrassment alone.

He turns back to the other, deciding to focus less on his embarrassment and more on the plans he had with his new companion.

"So long as we avoid the north of the area we should be fine. Last I remember that's where all the love hotel shit is. I don't really do that stuff." He waves a hand, fumbling for his vape. Flicking his head at other to gesture that he was fine to accompany him. "We still have time before shit closes, so... Come on. "

[red-at-dusk]

"Ah, was I really that obvious?" Mikhail laughed rather sheepishly. "I love him, really, but he's just a huge pain in my ass sometimes." The biggest pain, really. How does one stop their ridiculously overpowered younger sibling from doing the most stupid shit ever? Well, Mikhail was still trying to figure that out himself. "If you ever see some odd hair coloured little shit getting into something he's not supposed to, don't be afraid to smack him and tell him off."

Oh, that was absolutely adorable. Mikhail had to restrain himself from teasing Taiyou from what was definitely a giggle. If he had any doubts before, they were immediately blown away--he was going to have a lot of fun with this new guy.

Mikhail nodded, thinking just a little too hard about something involving that flushed face of his and one of those rooms in a love hotel, but that was a thought for later, he still needed to enjoy his time now before he got ahead of himself.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Mikhail smiled, putting an arm casually around the shorter man. "well, lead the way, Taiyou."

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

He offers a sympathetic sigh at the mention of the yokai. "I hate dealing with them." He uttered.

Taiyou watches as Murakumo returns, placing the ball into his hosts' hand. He then nuzzled his hand, before trotting behind him and disappearing. Seeingmly satisfied with the playtime he got.

Taiyou however, felt his cheeks redden at the question. It was less so due to the stranger's tongue piercing (as notable as it was) and more so the fact that Taiyou, was incredibly out of his depth when it came to social interactions in recent years. Maybe it was the pandemic. But he looks past the cherry blossoms of Ueno park, staring at the skyline. "I just came back from the ruins of Edo castle. I visit every time I come here." He cuts himself off there.

Taiyou puffs his cheeks. "I was honestly going to go back to my hotel. But, maybe not before heading to Ikebukuro. Maybe see the manga shops." Maybe spend my holiday allowance on gacha games. He omits. The man shrugged, hands in his pockets as he gently kicked the floor. "Edo Castle is a pretty sombre place to go isn't it?" He softly chuckles. He of course omitted why. You try to be normal about your childhood home and eventual tomb being ravaged by fire and replaced. He wondered how much of his childhood etches on the walls remained, if any did.

"So I'm sure Ikebukuro's a great palette cleanser after. That's if you go to Edo castle that is."

[red-at-dusk]

Ah, it was a shame that the little not-a-dog spirit left, but fortunately for Mikhail (and for Taiyou) that just meant that he could focus all his attention onto the man standing in front of him. He looked pretty nice with his face red like that, he'd have to see if he could get it that colour again.

"Admittedly I've uh.. never been," Mikhail chuckled, putting his hand in his pocket. "I've only been in Japan a couple of weeks now, followed my dumb ass brother here 't make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Now he's off God knows where so I'm just trying to have a good time so long as I don't hear about him on the news or somethin'," He spoke with a twinge of annoyance in his voice, before realizing that he just ranted to a stranger and turned his head away sheepishly. "Sorry--I mean it's um, on my bucket list."

A pallet cleanser sounded pretty good right about now though, a good way for him to not end up throwing his phone at the sidewalk. "well, you mind if I join you? I'm not super familiar with this area, and it would be nice to have a guide. I feel like you'd be pretty good at that." Mikhail offered, taking a step closer.

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[guidingmirror]

"Oh shit." He looks at the burn mark. Taiyou moved before he even processed what he was doing. He takes the hand and reaches into his back pocket pulling out an ofuda. He wraps the talisman on the thumb, it staying wrapped. It emits a purple glow briefly before it began repairing the damage.

Taiyou must've only just realised how much he was touching the other mans hand as he sheepishly and rather unceremoniously drops the affected hand. His own hands coming to his pockets.

"Sorry Mikhail- yeah yeah I'm a hunter. I hunt yokai. It was why I was in Ed-" He almost called it Edo again, he sighs. "Tokyo. It was why I was in Tokyo. I was on the trail after a Hino-Enma. Got her, so I was enjoying the rest of my holiday before I go back home." He explains. Forcing himself to analyse the other in return.

His eyes were getting stuck on him like mud, the more he tried to seriously analyse the other, the more it stuck on irrelevant aspects such as his biceps. The man swallowed hard, looking down at his spirit who had decided he wanted more ball time.

Taiyou throws it half heartedly, the age old being flying after it. "Do you hunt, Mikhail?" He asks, standing up a bit straighter. "If so the hunters here are... Territorial. You should be careful when conducting any occult business." He warns, head flopping as he placed his hand on his hips. He eventually shakes his head. "Ask me how I know..."

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail thought that it was almost kind of endearing the way that Taiyou immediately tried to help him, just watching with an amused smile. Honestly he was even more of a puppy than the dog-like spirit just was, in a way. At least his hand was feeling better now, and he didn't have to go out to a pharmacy.

"Hino-Enma, huh?" Mikhail repeated, flexing his healing hand. "Those ones can be tough, you must be pretty good. I had to deal with a... oh--what was it called again... Aku.. Akubanba? somethin' like that. Had to deal with one of those last week." It was... quite messy. He had to get rid of all the clothes he was wearing because they were all completely stained. He looked like a serial killer.

Mikhail nodded his head from side to side at that question, taking a moment to answer. "Sorta. I don't make a job out of it or anything. But, if you've got the power to help, it's kina like your responsibility to do so, right?" Not a responsibility that he ever wanted, but sometimes life just doesn't give you a choice in that matter. "But I'll keep that in mind, would rather not have to knock a few sculls together," Mikhail chuckled lightheartedly.

He hummed, taking the unlit cigarette from his mouth and deciding to put it away for now, the slight glint from a tongue piercing momentarily catching the light. "So, what exactly does a guy like you do for vacation around here?" Mikhail asked, not even bothering to hide the interest in his eyes.

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

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Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

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"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail grumbled under his breath as he watched those typing bubbles appear and dissappear over and over again, only to groan when he got a lackluster "K". If his brother was capable of dying, he was going to kill him just for being a flaky ass. All he asked was to not make any kind of mess, and now he couldn't even believe that.

With a sigh, Mikhail put his phone away, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter before he felt something hit his back. "What the—" he hissed, fumbling with the lit lighter in a way that burned his hand. But turning around, any amount of annoyance was immediately lifted seeing a dog excitedly running around his legs. Okay, maybe this day wasn't all that bad after all.

Mikhail fully turned once he heard the stranger talk to him, putting a hand casually in his pocket as he shrugged it off. "It's fine, I don't mind," He spoke like he was trying to stifle an accent, one that was vaguely New York sounding. "Can't get mad at a cute little guy like that," He gave a half smile, looking down at the "dog" at his feet.

Mikhail looked over the stranger, and thought that today might actually be getting better. He wore nothing special, just some worn down jeans and a shirt that was a little too tight, though his tattoos still showed through the edges. He didn't care all that much about style, but then again, did he really need to?

"But if you insist on apologizing, you could tell me this little guy's name, or yours." Mikhail mused, leaning down to let the "dog" sniff his hand. He could tell that it wasn't really a dog, but honestly whatever it was was still cute, and as long as it wasn't attacking him, Mikhail couldn't care less.

[guidingmirror]

Murakumo had shedded all pretenses of a normal dog like appearance, going back to his true form in its ever so purple glory, wings tucked neatly back as he sniffed his hand.

In any other situation, Taiyou would've scolded his spirit for revealing himself so openly. He would've had Murakumo disguise himself and he would've scooped the spirit up and apologised. But in this situation he found himself frozen.

Taiyou wasn't that short, but neither was he that tall, and the man he stared at towered over him. Had this been another time, he could've thrown a smoke bomb down and darted into the wind, or he could've asked guards to seize him so be could escape. But Taiyou found himself stunned, he was often a deer in headlights when he met someone he found attractive because with his cynicism, no one really was.

"H-He's Murakumo. That's his name. He's really bad at pretending to be a dog." He stammers. Taiyou, almost lifted a hand to tuck some of his loose hairs behind his ear. He manages to salvage his image by just itching his head instead. Looking away from him all the same however. "The names Taiyou, although, I don't really understand why you'd need that information."

[red-at-dusk]

"Murakumo, good name," Mikhail hummed, not at all bothered by the creature's change of appearance, clearly more knowledgeable than your average guy about the things that go bump in the night. Or against his leg, in this instance. Dog or not, he still pet the spirit, finding the little creature too cute not to. Speaking of cute...

Mikhail stood up again, that same smile on his face as he looked down at the man in front of him. Shorter than him--then again, pretty much everyone was, but good looking, and so far pretty nice. Not that he exactly had high standards in that department, but considering that most of the people he met often fell short of that line, it was a welcome change.

"Well, consider your buddy's name as payment for throwing that ball at my back, and your name--" He held up his hand, the palm under his thumb having a lighter shaped burn mark on it. Nothing serious, but it still stung. "as payment for this. You can call me Mikhail, by the way."

Mikhail's eyes drifted over to the scar in Taiyou's face, down to his well warn hands, forming an idea of who this guy was in his head. A force of habit really, you can only live your life being wary of malevolent beings for so long without getting a good eye for it. "You a hunter or somthin', Taiyou? A fighter? Not a lot of people get knowing 'bout the other things in this world without picking up a weapon 'bout it."

[guidingmirror]

Closed starter for @red-at-dusk

--

Asai Taiyou & Sinclair Mikhail in:

"Headsfirst dive into Tokyo on a bad bet."

---

"Murakumo, You aren't even a dog." The demon hunter muttered exasperatedly, staring at his guardian spirit who had grown tired of it's purple winged form and decided to appear as a normal dog for the day. Murakumo swished his tail, the now Shikoku Inu had stared at his host, blankly at that.

Taiyou sighed, lifting the small tennis ball he had. "You have six legs. If you were a dog you would have a serious advantage at a Crufts event." He gently scolds the dog, throwing the ball.

Taiyou was a homebody, he always was and time travelling made that worse. So he never liked it when he had to leave Kyoto to chase a hunt. It was necessary in this case, an extremely profilic Hino-Enma lurked the streets of Kyoto at first, only being scared away by Taiyou himself.

Tokyo, or Edo as he knew it, was his original home. He had visited the ruins of Edo castle on his way to this park. He had walked down the streets he used to know so well. Visiting Tokyo never made him feel good, it was too many memories, too much hurt. Kyoto hurt too, but at least it wasn't his original city.

All of this pensive thought had meant he had completely failed to realise he had launched that ball right into someone's back. Or the fact that Murakumo, (despite being a dignified being that outpaced him in age) was scrambling around this strangers legs for the ball, panting in excitement to grab it.

Taiyou braces himself ready to go over and go collect his creature.

"I'm so sorry! He gets like that over tennis balls and I threw one right at you!" He feigns more worry than he actually felt, bowing ever so slightly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

[red-at-dusk]

Mikhail grumbled under his breath as he watched those typing bubbles appear and dissappear over and over again, only to groan when he got a lackluster "K". If his brother was capable of dying, he was going to kill him just for being a flaky ass. All he asked was to not make any kind of mess, and now he couldn't even believe that.

With a sigh, Mikhail put his phone away, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter before he felt something hit his back. "What the—" he hissed, fumbling with the lit lighter in a way that burned his hand. But turning around, any amount of annoyance was immediately lifted seeing a dog excitedly running around his legs. Okay, maybe this day wasn't all that bad after all.

Mikhail fully turned once he heard the stranger talk to him, putting a hand casually in his pocket as he shrugged it off. "It's fine, I don't mind," He spoke like he was trying to stifle an accent, one that was vaguely New York sounding. "Can't get mad at a cute little guy like that," He gave a half smile, looking down at the "dog" at his feet.

Mikhail looked over the stranger, and thought that today might actually be getting better. He wore nothing special, just some worn down jeans and a shirt that was a little too tight, though his tattoos still showed through the edges. He didn't care all that much about style, but then again, did he really need to?

"But if you insist on apologizing, you could tell me this little guy's name, or yours." Mikhail mused, leaning down to let the "dog" sniff his hand. He could tell that it wasn't really a dog, but honestly whatever it was was still cute, and as long as it wasn't attacking him, Mikhail couldn't care less.

[red-at-dusk]

"Happy Valentines day! I want everyone to know that my brother is totally single and looking for--Ow!"

"Don't you be tryin' to pimp me out you little twerp!"

[which-ocs]

Which OC?