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Post by 0 on Oct 30, 2017 22:43:02 GMT
"Mm...," was his simple response to both of the beings, chugging down another gulp of the alcohol.
So the former king had simply skipped town? And the throne had been left to rot? Until some bum deity decided to mop it all up?
He could shake his head at the thought of it all, and so he did.
He let his hands fall to his side as he pushed off from the door frame, idly eyeing the house's living room. Half the drink remained.
"Well, good luck with that," he said to both fox and human, lifting his free hand in a casual wave as he turned himself around to walk back out through the front door. The missing castle had simply aroused his curiosity; with said curiosity sufficiently sated, it seemed he would be wasting his time to continue sticking around here.
He jiggled the open bottle as he began to step off, ready to take flight and soar out of sight. Leave these clowns to their unholy carnival. "Give my thanks to the brewer, won't you?"
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Post by Jay on Oct 30, 2017 23:05:46 GMT
Magog "Why the rush?" Magog said, the door disappearing right in front of the tengu. She didn't take her eyes from the floor, looking out into the cosmos. "Talk to this 'bum deity'. Tell them your truer thoughts," said the Corrupter with a smile. It was clear that they had just heard the tengu's internal commentary. "After all. You're in my home, uninvited and all." Corrupter Neutral Evil | Primordial | Sexless Yukirin 0
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Post by 0 on Oct 30, 2017 23:48:29 GMT
The door was practically slammed shut in front of his face, the wall closing in on itself to prevent him from leaving. Half-formed wings gave a quick push back to keep his big nose out of it, returning fast to arms as his toes touched lightly upon the glass floor.
He was frozen for a moment as the words filtered into his ears, and tried to keep his heartbeat level as he realized his mistake. That didn't stop a bead of sweat from rolling down his temple.
His hands were claws as fists clenched tight around the bottle, threatening to shatter it. Slowly he turned himself around to glare towards the offending human shape, who continued to refuse meeting his gaze. If the demon could sense emotions as well as she could hear internalized dialogue, then she might be able to tell that it was more so out of anger than fear--although the latter still clearly trickled down through that indomitable subsurface of instinct.
"You left the door open," he reminded her, teeth clenched, trying to maintain at least some manner of pleasantries to his tone of voice. "In doing so, you invite guests into your home." He was struggling to keep his own thoughts from whirling out of control; he'd been so free with them before, he hadn't even considered--
He nearly bit through his tongue as he forced a smile to creep onto his lips. He couldn't even...no--
"But if you want to know, then fine," he said with a meek shrug, maintaining a steady gaze just over the new "king"'s shoulder. "You're merely keeping the seat warm. Once King Kasvetli returns...," his voice trailed off, but he couldn't stop the sentence from silently continuing on in his mind--you'll be licking his boots.
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Post by Yukirin on Oct 31, 2017 0:49:01 GMT
The cosmos were definitely entertaining to watch from where she sat. Such a window could obviously be questioned, but the Kitsune had yet to discover any sort of technology or magic that appeared so realistic. She was gifted in use of illusions, and could roughly tell whether or not something was fake. This seemed real enough for her to accept as reality.
As for the world below, the fox had nothing for or against them. She was a wanderer, and personally liked to explore and throw a bit of chaos in her wake. Necropolis was not as fun to wreak havoc throughout, unlike the world of the living.
The tengu finished his alcohol and appeared to be ready to take his leave. As he did so, the door vanished, and Magog’s comment eerily explained something new. Had the woman heard something not said, or was there something deeper- a thought read clear, like words, in the mind? Yukirin was familiar with telepathic users; they were not uncommon, even among humble humans and animals that could utilize psychic abilities. There was no doubt in her mind that someone on the level of a deity could do the same.
That being the case, her own thoughts were potentially at risk too. Did it have something to do with the drink, or did Magog merely have access to whatever in the mind she wanted? Yukirin’s relaxed expression grew more tense as she observed the angered tengu, not too surprised by his reaction. She could somewhat sympathize, but it was never like she had anything truly important on her mind to begin with.
“So, I take it we are not quite entitled to our own unspoken opinions anymore?” she sighed, still casual and relaxed, though matter-of-factly. Was she not stating the obvious? “A shame, but not surprised. Though I’ll suggest you hold your tongue. You’re still a guest in this house, no matter the current situation or your thoughts on it, and your language is not very becoming for its master.”
While she did not entirely enjoy the display of being trapped, she could tolerate it. She was a yokai who had lived a decent amount of time-- she knew that minding her manners in the presence of the stronger being could often guarantee survival. Uptight tengu were generally of the opposite sort; the ones she knew bowed to no one, and hated the act of imposing control on them. In this case, the act of trapping them in the house. Not that she liked it either, but an outburst was far from helpful.
The words about the past king were intriguing. She had already disappeared into Necropolis with her prey-- that later escaped-- before he had fallen. However, word spread quickly, and she learned that he had been skewered with a pure golden spear of Oriana, the gold elemental. What was this nonsense about him returning? Many demons were more or less immortal, but many still did meet one end, if not another. Even if he did return, only the strongest in Necropolis would find the loyalty of its denizens; would he really come back with the power to face Magog? Doubt lingered in the Kitsune’s mind. Leadership was an ever-changing concept in their hellish paradise, and politics rarely held the fox’s attention anyway.
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Post by Jay on Oct 31, 2017 3:10:20 GMT
Magog Ah. So, that's what this creature meant.
She knew very clearly what had happened to Kasvelti - the poor, old fool. Somehow, she was relieved that this creature wasn't referring to that mass of muck and rot as the 'old' king.
He must not have been home for a very long time.
Magog's eyes closed, and her smile widened as she projected a thought directly to Yukirin, who most definitely knew of Kasvelti's fate at the hands of the Golden Queen. The message to the yokai was quite simple: Tell him the truth and I will have to 'get stern' with you, as well.
Then, for the first time in the entire conversation, Magog turned to Jojoba, her expression now giving way to 'worry'. "O-oh. I see... well, then I guess I will have to deal with him swiftly," she gave a perfect stammering, with just enough posturing to try and sell the image of a fearful autocrat. "You will watch as I grind your king into dust!" Corrupter Neutral Evil | Primordial | Sexless Yukirin 0
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Post by 0 on Oct 31, 2017 3:25:15 GMT
His glare shifted briefly towards the smaller, animalistic human at her words. His claws only tightened on the bottle at them, a crack appearing in the glass. He didn't take kindly to being admonished by the mutt, but before he could snap back with his own retort the host in question was speaking again.
The tengu leaned his head back, eyes briefly widening and brows quirked at the sudden change in the human's attitude when finally she turned towards him. It was a surprising enough of a shift for him to momentarily lose track of keeping his thoughts in line. What, had she not known of Kasvetli at all? She really WAS just some random bumpkin!
He folded his arms, bottle still in hand, and gaze returning to a glare as the original confidence returned to the stranger's voice. "No, I'd rather not," he told her. "Now open up that door."
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Post by Yukirin on Nov 2, 2017 2:01:49 GMT
The message was received loud and clear, which did provoke the kitsune’s dark-furred ears to twitch slightly, as she considered the thought given that was not her own. The yokai personally was not in any mood to anger a deity, and only quietly agreed, deciding it was better to wait this out and not intervene, in order to get away alive and free. Hanging with godlike beings was always fun, but the risk still remained.
The fox only stared at the tengu with curious yellow eyes as he demanded that the door be opened once more. Another idea was brewing within the mind of the cunning kitsune, who held her carefree and relaxed expression.
“Oh yes, good ol’ King Kasvetli. I do wonder when he’ll return. He won’t have to deal with my breakfast burrito, but he’ll find the throne no longer is his~” she mused, brushing her dark furred tail down to the white tip as she pulled it comfortably over her lap.
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