deathdefied | And so

[Watching her swoop in with her prize. The only real sign that he's noticed is a slight tilt of his head from the "throne" he occupies - a heavily modified back bench for the subway car.]

Decided you'd share dinner, or did you decide you needed spawn of your own?

Spawn? Good lord, no, he'd be absolutely worthless, even as a demon.

[Dropping the...head at Itto's feet.] The only thing he's good for is a snack. You, though...you sound like you're worried about more spawn.

There are currently fourteen of us. In a city as big as Tokyo, even that many is not an imperceptible number. I'm not sure how long it will be until we have to deal with the police - only that I can't allow the risk of someone deciding they want to play house, so to speak.

You mi-ight want to find a way to restrict them feeding their other appetites, then. Not all of them are the type to eat someone after fucking them.

[Wandering over and...dangling an arm.] I suggest castration by rusty nail, it's a good way to make a point and it'll just grow back with some of them anyway~

I've made it perfectly clear, which means someone is going to challenge my authority eventually. And when they do, I'll kill them and all their misbegotten spawn as an example to the rest. A touch hypocritical, perhaps, but as far as I'm concerned...

[He smirks.] It's just another privilege that comes with being king.

You couldn't kill me if you wanted to, anyway. [Shrugging. There's no one else here, so she doesn't have to buy into a god damn thing...but it is nicer to see him getting into it.

Also waving the hand a little. >:| TAKE THIS SNACK SHE IS BEQUEATHING ON YOU DAMMIT.]

But it has gotten a little too quiet recently, it's almost enough to make a girl worry.

You shouldn't make bets like that, Saori~

[Taking the arm and just biting in. Apparently transforming to eat is for losers and peasants.]

Well, it makes sense. You beat and fuck enough people, and they eventually get the idea that they get rewards when they do what you want, and punishments when they don't. Natural followers fall in line, and the rest follow.

Just because you're all grown up now doesn't mean I'm ceding the upper hand to you~

[She shrugs, breaking a finger off the other hand and gnawing on it like a really awful carrot.]

It's not just that. They let 13 weapons go unchecked, and they clearly wanted it to spread...If you're not spreading it, how long d'you think it'll be before they come looking?

If it comes to that, we'll have to see what forces they send for us. I'm not in the habit of fighting imaginary foes, and regardless of what may decide to beset us, discipline and a chain of command can only help.

[Tossing a nearly skeletal hand away.]

I tend to prefer striking first, but I'd need them out in the open.

Even when hunting wolves and bears, you use bait, don't you?

[...it may be time to wonder just why the hell you let Saori do anything.]

[Because infecting her didn't give him vampire-like control over his childer, unfortunately. Also, because post-fight makeup sex is amazing.]

As far as we know, they may assume we are all dead. I'm not one to provoke an unknown foe. But if you have a plan for finding out what my former employers know, I am all ears.

Even if they assume you're dead, whatever made you had to be expensive. Weapons are a product...someone's buying, so they've got to deliver. Any two-bit yakuza idiot can tell you that much...

[Crunching the finger bones and swallowing them because Saori ain't give no fucks, apparently.]

So best I can figure, there are two things happening. One, they assumed it didn't work and discarded you all as dead, but that means they are working on another batch, and would be very interested in any demon they didn't know about.

Or they deliberately let you all loose, knowing that somehow, someday, one of you would either bite someone without them escaping, or give in to other lusts.

In both scenarios, what they'd want most is a result, right? Something they can call success. Something they can sell. There's only one demon they don't know exists...all I'd need is their attention, and they'll come right where we can fucking see them.

[It takes him half a second to consider it, before he shakes his head.]

No. Too risky. They may have had no clue as to the communicative properties before this, which would lead to a definite weaponization of the virus. So long as we go unseen, they may assume there was an undocumented lethality or the uncontrollable nature of the virus made it too much of a liability to use. Your existence would disprove that.

Furthermore, if something happened to you, my own credibility as someone capable of protecting those under me would be immediately ruined. The group would weaken, even fracture.

[...He might also object for personal reasons, but he's not going to say those.]

I've never technically been considered entirely under you. They were trying to make something with you; even if they consider what they infected you with lethal, do companies stop making a drug at the first bad test?

They're going to make more.

[She doesn't doubt this in any single way, and she knows damn well he wants to prevent that.] We need to way to find them before anything can be done. Or did you really plan at stopping at just hiding everyone, Julian?

Sometimes, when you're fighting an opponent who you feel may have an upper hand, you let them make the first move so you can react and counter. Pride leads to over-extensions, which in turn can create a reversal.

As for the rest... You might enjoy your freedom more than the others, but that's because I know I can trust you, Saori, but don't think for a second you're not at least partially mine.

[She's only gotten faster as she's settled into this role-as such, when her hand snaps out it may have been too fast to be seen at all, yanking him up by the collar. She does keep her voice at a perfectly reasonable indoor level, but Saori is not a very patient woman.]

You can't reverse against someone you can't see. And furthermore, they're not in a position where they have to strike at us or even look for us; finding us would simply make their job's easier. There needs to be a trap, a lure, something to trick them into moving before you could play defensively.

[...And now she shakes him a little for good measure.] Yours? You're mine.

Are you so eager to die? Because what you're suggesting is using yourself as bait against the more despicable end of a multi-billion dollar international corporation who is evidently decades ahead of the rest of the world in terms of biogenetic research, with scarcely a dozen of their own weapons to come charging in should you find yourself overwhelmed.

[Grabbing her by the arm and pulling her toward him. Maybe it's partially an act, but in the ensuing weeks Itto has become a much stronger person. There's a certainty that was not there previously.]

Accuse me of cowardice if you want, I'm not throwing any of us, especially you, into a grinder, to satisfy an urge to strike, and you will abide by my decisions, Saori.

Then find another way. There won't be a perfect moment, there won't be a safe time. It's only going to get worse and you fucking know that as much as I do. <

[Her eyes have started to tint red...and her nails are perfectly hardened. If nothing else, she has rather amazingly precise control of her transformation, and she simply lays them against his face as the only warning that no matter who or what he becomes, she won't tolerate being handled in any way she doesn't like.]

This isn't only about striking out. But this is on a timer and if they find us after they make another batch, or however many it takes until they're satisfied with the product? Then we're only failures to be gotten rid of, instead of something that could be salvageable.

They're people who make weapons...if they wanted to try and make bigger monsters than people, they failed, but if it's a demon they want, shouldn't we all be remembering devils are feared for trickery?

[His own face is starting the gain those tell-tale black veins, and under her nails she can feel his flesh hardening. He had always had a fine-tuned control over his transformation, and his seems to just simply be a matter of rapidity now.]

You're asking for war against forces larger and stronger than us in every way. I'm not going to consent to this on a moment's demand. If you wish to plan this first move, we can do so, but you've shown up in my chamber and made demands, Saori.

[It's an interesting question, isn't it? Willpower against synchronization. A crystal feather appears in her fingers, like a razorblade against his cheek.]

Who else would? No one else can even challenge the way you look at things...

[She slides the blade down along his jaw, without drawing any blood, and smirks.] War will come. Or, really, with this as it is? Extermination will come. I want them at least limping and scared before it comes to that.

[He tilts his head towards the razor feather some, hand moving from her arm around to her back.]

I do admit, I like the sound of that. But I'm not certain I can have the others thinking you came and told me what to do. You're my adviser, not my queen, after all.

If you want to raise hell, though...

[Leaning forward a bit, to grin.]

Who am I to deny us all what we certainly wish for?

I'm not queen of anything unless you're going to make a proper show of asking, don't even start that.

[One of these days she's going to regret saying that to call him on the mindgames. That said, the blade is now lingering...at the top of his shirt, cutting into the fabric.]

Fear, illusions, trickery and traps. Numbers and biology don't mean anything; they're humans, and they are weak to fear. Sow paranoia, sow chaos...let them rip themselves to pieces...[She giggles, a little giddy with the thought.]

It sounds like a party, don't you think?

[He smirks.] Always looking for a party, aren't you? And now you've even got me helping you plan them. But it does sound fun, this time?

[Leaning in to murmur, almost whisper, and plant a kiss on her neck. Given he still has a mouth full of razors, that's a... strange sensation.]

You wouldn't know what to do if I made a proper showing of demanding you become my queen, and we both know that.

If it weren't a challenge for you, you'd still be getting flustered over the idea.

[She is pretty used to razormouth by now, and since him leaning in gives him such nice access to his ear, she's going to. Lick it.]

And now I can prepare for you making a public demand of it, so if you wanted to throw me off guard, you'd have to surprise me.

A surprise, then? Very well, allow me to provide one.

[Pulling himself out of her grip, and, though it takes him a moment, the black veins and more demonic aspects alike both vanish from him.]

How about a token of good faith, Saori? I am completely human, currently. That certainly gives you the upper hand, but I figured, adviser or otherwise, perhaps you deserved a less brutal touch?

[...Wait, when did I lose control here.]

...What?

[Stroking her cheek, and leaning in a bit.]

The others perhaps deserve to be driven into the ground and run ragged, but not you. I believe you deserve to be treated a bit better than that, don't you think?

And I have faith that I will not be harmed for this - though given my position, that could prove fatal.

I was under the impression I was usually hurting you when you enjoyed it.

[Because the response to being explicitly shown this kind of trust is making dirty jokes, clearly. It might also actually be the first time he's seen Saori actually blush.]

[That actually gets a light laugh out of it.]

That is a different kind of hurt, Saori. Not what I was referring to at all. Now, come here.

[Gently pulling her to him, putting both arms around her waist. And there's a smile she hasn't seen in awhile...]

[He has basically successfully flustered her out of transformation, so hugging her is safe and not at all spikey and full of razors. Saori herself seems to be unable to be pissed she's basically lost all control here, or pleased Itto can actually pull this off now.]

...I have been a terrible influence on you, Julian Itto.

Or, perhaps more frighteningly, I have been a stabilizing influence for you.

[Leaning in to kiss her, perhaps a bit slowly, but doing this as sweetly as possible seems to be his current plan, and maybe he's enjoying her being the one off balance for once.]

I'm going to have to ask you to show your work for that conclusion...

[Which might be difficult, given she's leaned the rest of the way in to kiss him instead of waiting, as something of an attempt to regain control.

Also because sloppy makeouts.]

[Yes, let's kiss! Moving his hand up to brace the back of her head during this, and maybe to try to pull her against him, back toward his throne.]

[If any of the others come in now they're just getting ignored, aren't they? She's going to kick the druggie head out of the way on their way to the throne, regardless...she may be pushing him down into the chair rather eagerly.]

[At this point, the others have hopefully learned not to come back to the back of the hideout when Itto's obviously preoccupied, for their own safety if nothing else. As for being pushed, he's not going to fight that, but he will try to pull her down with him, smiling some against their kiss.]

[She's perfectly happy to be pulled down, and ends up straddling his lap. It's about now one should mention she, like her alternate universe counterpart, tends towards short skirts and high socks, although the boots she's wearing are probably kind of uncomfortable for both of them right now.]

For the record, if you did demand a queen, you'd have to find a crown that fits around horns.

I suppose, if it came to that, the trick would be fitting them around your horns.

[His hands slide down to her hips, getting a tight grip on what that short skirt may be covering. He leans in, to kiss her ear, and to again whisper to her.]

Here, or somewhere a little more comfortable?

Oh, I dunno, I kind of like the statement this is making here...

[She shudders at his grip, before reaching a hand right down into his pants. Never let it be said she's not direct.]

I suppose I can indulge that, then.

[He shivers slightly as her hand works it's way downward. A bit tangled, he just kisses down her neck and collar, using the fact that her demonic form requires a certain amount of skin to be shown to his advantage.]

[Hey, some of us don't want to keep stealing clothes after every damn transformation. But she does make a remarkably pleased noise, getting a better grip on him downstairs and trying to use her other hand to unbuckle those boots. Because seriously, ow.]

You're too kind, your Highness...

Edited 2012-10-16 01:41 (UTC)

Mm... I think I like the way that sounds, espcially coming from you...

[He's trying not to squirm in his seat much under her grip, instead focusing on just kissing his way down. While she works on her boots, his hands are moving to get rid of that skirt.]

If you want me to keep calling you that, you're going to have to ask really nicely...

[She squirms a little, partly to help get rid of the skirt but also a little more than necessary, for reasons. She leans in, chewing delicately on the shell of his ear so he can feel the fangs.]

King of Demons notwithstanding, there's no king or queen here...just gods and demons.

[Which basically means she's only doing what you ask because she wants to! It's not like she likes you or anything!]

You act as if the bewilderment and terror the others would express at you calling me that wouldn't be enough for you.

[Tilting his head some as she nibbles on his ear, with a rough exhale. You are still far too clothed for his liking, and he's getting rid of that top now.]

And if there are no kings here, then tell me: why do you so seem to enjoy the formalities?

[...Actually pausing for a second.]

Quick question; do you actually want me to explain that? Because I'm pretty sure that's gonna be a bit long for things to wait down here.

[She'll just squeeze the waiting problem a bit for illustration, while she's at it.]

...Point taken. Tell me when we're done here.

[Leaning in to kiss her again, because, well. Sometimes you realize you shouldn't talk so damn much.]

[It's okay, Itto, we understand you're still awkward in your soul. As it is, she is more than happy to go in for that kiss yes.]

[Which is good, because given that she's had a hand down his pants for awhile, that kiss is rather eager. Having gotten rid of her shirt, he's going to go for her panties next. If nothing else, he's rather singleminded.]

[She's fine with that, if he's fine with her basically ripping his pants open.

...This is basically going to wake up anyone even remotely near the subway den, isn't it?]

[It's their damn fault for sleeping like normal people and not expecting noises from the subterranean lair underneath them.

Reel Missing.]

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