crosswise | tales of but why ludger voice testia

Edited 2014-11-19 17:49 (UTC)

[it's probably for the better that they didn't really have very much on the agenda today—at least not much that they could do anything about.

with ludger out of the apartment to run errands, elle's mostly just been sitting on the couch, watching reruns of sunscreen rangers or idly flipping the channels for something to watch. anything to watch that isn't the news headlines is good, since there's still a lot of talk about oscore and julius—elle doesn't want to think much about that right now. but even as the time passes, she just feels... worse.

it's hard for her to place what's wrong. she feels hot and achy, her head hurts, her throat hurts... it's just all over bad. it's the first time she's been sick since leaving home, so there's no daddy here to immediately dote on her and that leaves her unsure of what comes next. since ludger's not here, she opts for the next best thing, and that's seeking out milla.]

Milla... [she calls for the other's attention, sounding noticeably weaker and more miserable than usual. it's probably not hard to tell from looking at her that something's wrong.] I don't feel good...

[the only solution is more soup.]

[ this is all a trick for more soup!!!

seriously though. milla had been a little zoned out, to be honest. it's easy to get her mind off things when they're running around in these people's crazy adventures or 20 million gald of debt, but then when it gets to these moments of silence she's left to actually ponder her situation. admittedly, she hadn't even gotten close to solving what the heck she's meant to do, a solution that's even farther away as she hears elle's calls (just barely). ]

Elle?

[ usually at this point things might descend into a bit of bickering between someone in their 20s and a girl below 10, but not now. milla drifts over, kneeling down on one knee beside elle on the couch. a hand immediately goes to elle's forehead. having murdered everyone ever at the age of 6, she's more than capable of handling a bit of illness. or, at least, recognizing it.

at feeling elle's temperature, her expression shifts into something resembling a bit of concern. ]

That's no surprise, you're burning up. With all this running around... It's actually a miracle you didn't get sick before this. [ the last part is mumbled more to herself. she still doesn't understand why they'd drag around a kid like elle, but oh well. moving a bit closer, she continues: ] Here. Let's get you somewhere more comfortable. Just don't cough on me, okay?

[ she'll just steal ludger's bed while she dotes on elle. if he minds it, she'll just punch him into submission. ]

[even though she understands what milla means, she doesn't say anything about it. it's not like they had really wanted elle around when there was danger, but she also knows that she's important to the things ludger can do, somehow. she doesn't really understand it all that well, but they were partners, and they needed each other. so of course she couldn't just stay behind while everyone else was working towards something so important to her.

still though, she's a kid and all of that exertion is a lot for someone who really never traveled any further than from her house to drellin—which had been rare enough as it was. it's drained her a lot, as much as she's kept up a brave face and insisted she was fine as much as she possibly could.

that doesn't happen this time, though. she clings to milla pretty tightly as she's taken to ludger's room... his bed is comfortable, far more so than the couch. but there are more important things to address right now.]

...My daddy always made me soup when I was sick before. [in a way, this totally is a trick for more soup, but only because this is the absolute truth. victor always made her soup, and she's never gotten over being sick without that before.

okay, and maybe at a time like this, she also really, really misses him. it's a lot easier to deflect to the soup than to pour her heart out to milla about how she feels so miserable right now and not having her dad around just makes it worse.]

[he really hadn't made a concentrated effort to make amends with muzét after all this time.

granted, in this situation, he wasn't entirely at fault. she was the one who made him a promise she never intended to keep for the sake of her own mission—though he was still to blame for accepting even if somewhere within it all, he knew the truth. things had gotten crazy after that, and then not seeing her for a year? well, that didn't help. her return hasn't been much better, either.

he's not exactly the best at dealing with awkward situation, and he really never even knows what to say to muzét. so even if they can make idle conversation or joke around a little in a group setting, he's been good to avoid her when they went their separate ways in the cities and chalk it up to "business," or "helping leia out," or "tagging along with ludger on a job." today? he doesn't have any of those excuses to fall back on. leia's investigating something (what, he doesn't know) involving a women's locker room, yurgen's taking a couple of days off to see isla and ludger's got a restless elle on his hands.

so what better time than now, right? milla's not around and gaius seems like he's off with rowen doing their own important political work. so... why not?]

Muzét. Uh... hey. [smooth start, alvin.]

[ ah, at least alvin's chances of dealing with the whole awkward situation were better than muzét's chances. she didn't deal with the consequences of her actions--well, at least not directly. she fumbled in her own way behind the scenes to piece things together, place all the mistakes behind a front of spirit whimsy and distant teasing. is it a little frustrating? ah, she doesn't know what it is (it is), but she tries anyway.

after all, she's here. milla would like that, wouldn't she? ( it would be nice if the rest of them would too. )

regardless of that, she takes the small moments of respite between things somewhat alone, wandering into her own (scary and unpredictable) thoughts, eyes drifting here and there between milla's dear friends occasionally. well… not this time. she keeps her eyes off alvin when it's simply them now (she figures he'd prefer that), but when he approaches her, muzét's more than a little curious.

is this a bigger step? she chuckles lightly, betraying her own delight. ]

"Uh… hey" to you as well. [ up for more murder? just kidding. she pulls up her simple floating into a sitting position, cheek cradled in her palm. ] It's rare for you to call upon little old me.

Edited 2014-11-20 04:30 (UTC)

Hey now, you don't have to make it sound so negative.

[even though she's right. it's pretty rare and unusual, and it's not as if alvin isn't acutely aware of that himself. there's a part of him, of course, that wants to shrug it off and back out, if only because... well, isn't that the easiest approach? but resolving himself to not take that road, as comfortable as it is, that's enough to drive him away from the easy road.

but this is undoubtedly still awkward. in a moment of silence, he puts his hands behind his head, swaying a bit as he tries to reason this all out.] I got a free afternoon and nothing to do, and... you don't look too busy yourself. I figure you don't really know the place that well since you haven't spent much time in our realm recently.

Why not put our time to good use? [...or something like that. it probably sounds like trouble from the get-go, but alvin can't really help that. his shady approach seems to shine through even when he's not actually doing anything wrong.]

[ it isn't as if muzét can talk about being shady when she's ex-psychopath killer boss, after all, and she doesn't quite have the human know-how and charisma like gaius has to slip away from some of her old habits. or not seem like she's about to slip back into them. so, alvin's traitorous odor doesn't much bother her.

it probably helps that she doesn't have to fear alvin at all. shady or not, she wouldn't turn down an opportunity to get closer to a member of the party. his intentions? who knows.

( Nothing to do? You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted! ) ]

I may make things sound negative--accidentally, mind you--but you certainly know how to make a nice date seem so… casual. [ though she's aware that "date's" not the case, she can't not comment on that. the slight tilt of her head as she straightens up mixed with her slight smile don't seem to hint at her thoughts--at least, she plays it that way.

otherwise she'd be pouting. but for now she'll float behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder. ] Well, I suppose I'll join in. It does sound like fun.

[well... she got him there.]

I don't think anyone's ever credited me for being much else but a casual guy, you know? [if anything, his reputation is that he's a little too casual at the worst times, so maybe he's just doing a good job of living up to that.

probably a little too good honestly. it's really hard to tell what she's thinking most of the time, and now's no exception. alvin doesn't really know what muzét thinks of him and his past... though he doesn't really know what he thinks of hers either, so maybe he's barking up the wrong tree. in any case, he doesn't seem to mind the hand on his shoulder.]

It's a big city, but I think we can find some fun around here. There may be a lot of stuff that's the same as in Rieze Maxia, especially these days. But if you don't mind a few curious stares from the curious Elympion localfolk, I think I can show you a thing or two. Let's get going.

[smooth recovery. right? maybe? at least he's not really half-assing it. he's actually trying here.]

[Well. Here she is, sitting here with a medium-sized box with a little bow on it that she can't stop picking at. It's not her sister. There's no real reason to spend time with her or anything like that. Muzét's waiting for someone else, too; the Milla they're all waiting for. So why is she bothering?

Because when they were little, she asked Muzét when her birthday was and they wound up deciding today was it. This Muzét probably has a different idea of it. At the time, it was just a whim as they smiled over silly human customs. They only celebrated it a few times anyway. But she remembered it always.

She asked Muzét to meet her here at the unused port of Trigleph. Maybe she won't come and then Milla can forget she thought this was a good idea for even a second.]

This is so stupid...

[ like muzét, for all her apparent aloof elegance, could ever ignore her curiosity (and longing) to engage in a private meeting. especially when… well, especially when the summon is from milla.

milla… no, of course, this isn't exactly her milla. there isn't any forgetting of that. regardless, that isn't to say there isn't still a bit of a gravitation towards her--not for the same reasons that there would be for prime milla, no, but for muzét's own reasons nevertheless. in a way, this was still her little sister. someone who was much easier to act sisterly towards, in the protective sense.

maybe it's just an itch she has. or she feels she needs to do this, as that's what a big sister would do… correct? or maybe it's simply curiosity, to try and piece together how this milla is.

whatever it's for, she arrives, and she's here. not in a direct way, however--that's not muzét's style. instead she floats down behind this milla, head slightly cocked to the side, arms spread in that majestically strange pose of hers. she's rather good at not letting the little feeling in her chest at seeing the wrapped box rise to her expression. ]

I admit I'm a little curious to hear what this stupid "this" is. [ a small smile. ] It wasn't me being late, was it?

[ not that she was. actually, she was here for a bit. just… observing. and also wondering how, exactly, to go about this. but she'll just leave those thoughts to ludger's spirit radio. ]

[ first things first ignore my shitty gaius - second thing, gaius is naked.

he doesn't seem to care, or he just plain hasn't noticed, 'cause he's standing there with his arms crossed in his usual stern pose. thank goodness they're nowhere public really, but then again muzet is here so this could go very horribly very quickly. ]

[ you're fine, you butt.

speaking of butts, that sure is gaius's. muzét's not too sure how to take the entire thing, really. it's not like she's particularly disturbed (after all, she's technically naked all the time), and her sense of modesty is… obviously almost non-existent, given how she acts and who she is.

but this is gaius, and he's completely in all his spiritual glory, in that he's in nothing at all. she tries not to stare (she doesn't try at all), and in a way this is delightful, but mostly it's a curious thing. does one really not notice they're naked? humans are weird, but he just makes it interesting. or maybe he does notice, which opens a whole other can of worms.

gaius, gaius… who knew you were anything like that? ]

That's a new look for you. Ah, not the pose, that's as grumpy as always. [ too casually for the current situation, really, and she floats closer and around him like he'd just put on some new kind of clothing, a hand on her cheek the entire time, until she pokes a finger on his chest. ] You usually just show this part.

[ gaius' thought process is a lot more simple - where are his pants? where is his shirt. where are all of his clothes? they were there a moment ago, and he certainly didn't remove them. he's used to muzet poking and prodding at him too, so he merely puts his eyes on her and doesn't budge an inch. ]

I'm... at a loss, currently. I'm not sure how, or why this could have happened.

[ ... ]

I'm more focused on the 'how', however...

[ and well, he understands that sharing mana with her was a Big Thing now, and technically muzet is nude all the time so. he isn't too worried about her seeing him in his glory. she's probably okay with it. ]

How like you to focus on the harder question.

[ she doesn't get human aesthetics, but who doesn't want to see gaius naked tbh. is she actually a little upset she didn't think up of this make-gaius's-clothes-disappear thing first? ... maybe. how is a good question though. fancy spirit artes? she certainly didn't know any to make clothes vanish, but she should find that guy who did it and find out the magic.

she wouldn't even be surprised if she subconsciously made this happen. either way, at least his apparent comfort with this entire thing--and by association her--does give her a little joy. ]

Obviously you have a fan who wanted a show. One who's incredibly proficient with some odd kinds of magic.

[ not her. if this were anyone but muzet they'd tell gaius to stop thinking and get dressed but no, no, she'll just leave it like this. ]

Unless you took your clothes off and just forgot where you put them.

[ i got this roll and thought "wow that's terrible." so of course i'm going to do it.

anyways, somehow ludger and milla had managed to get separated from the others upon entering a new fractured dimension. while ludger wasn't sure why it had happened, he wasn't too panicked. he trusted his group well enough... they'd manage to regroup eventually, then figure out what had happened and deal with it.

no, right now the only thing truly worrying him was his company. in order to find the others, he'd have to survive the person he'd been paired up with. and that seemed more daunting a task than anything else. at least their surroundings were familiar - they'd been dropped in trigelph, and a version of it that wasn't too different from their own. a few minor differences here and there, but nothing too noteable. yet. ]

Where do you think should we start looking?

[ just focus on the task at hand, ludger. that makes it less likely she'll blame everything on you, then murder you in your sleep. ]

[ wow, so much abuse to ludger. which is really to be expected given the game he comes from.

… not that being with milla is abuse, except it really totally is. she's already unsure enough in their "prime" dimension and their "prime" trigleph with all its "prime" spyrix and completely different way of doing things than she's used to. or, well, was used to. can't forget that part.

and then they're here. it wasn't enough that she had to repeat the dimension destroying that she would've been and in a way had been subjected to (unwillingly, and now willingly… somewhat), now she had to repeat the dimension destroying while lost in the literal and figurative sense of the word.

he has to be trying to piss her off on purpose. he has to be. (she knows he isn't, but she needs a distraction from this whole boatload of everything that they shoved on her). ]

You're asking me? [ flatly, combined with the crossing of her arms and tapping of her finger on her elbow to truly show her amazing degree of patience when things concerned ludger. at least she humors him for a bit, as she decides to at least look around… for a small moment, before her gaze falls on him.

she doesn't look impressed. ] You live here, and this is your job. Shouldn't you have a better idea?

[ or was how well you blew up her world a fluke!!!!! ]

[ he'd really only been trying to break the awkward silence between them, which he now recognizes was clearly a mistake. he was accustomed with how to deal with these worlds by now - identify the differences, then figure out their cause. still, doing so aside one of the victims of his job was a constant reminder of the high costs of just what he did. can't destroy a dimension without breaking a few eggs... or something.

so he just winces and nods a bit at her question, deciding that perhaps he should just go about this job as efficiently as possible.

though he pauses, glancing down at a newspaper that someone happened to leave on a bench nearby. for some reason it manages to catch his eye, so he walks over and picks it up... faltering a bit as it confirms what he'd suspected. ]

The date on this newspaper... this dimension is a few years ahead of ourrs. [ though the date really isn't the most startling thing about this particular newspaper - no, that would be the giant picture of him on its front page, along with a headline announcing some new achievement he's made as president of spirius.

that's new. ]

See. You did it and made some progress, good for y-- [ she's speaking, sharp as always, as she walks over to his newfound discovery. milla still doesn't understand the mechanics of this dimension hopping fully, but now they're doing time travelling too? joy.

not that she's thinking about that very long, when she peers over his shoulder and sees their very own fail!dad plastered front and center. she stops speaking then, eyes moving from the picture, to ludger, back to the picture. yup. that's him. poorer in person, certainly, but still most definitely him. no matter how many times she experiences these fractured dimensions, even having seen muzét that wasn't her muzét and being the milla that isn't really milla--she's still not used to seeing two of the same person, newspaper or not.

never would she have thought a guy like this would end up in a spot as big as "president of spirius". apparently. still not as big as lord of spirits though just saying. ]

... Well. It looks like you're making progress in more than one way, though I guess that's technically not you. [ a mumble as she idly scans the contents. ] From crippling debt to president in a few years? Pretty big jump.

[ big enough to be that divergence catalyst thing? she doesn't know. ]

[ "crippling debt"... even though its true, he still winces a bit every time he hears it. it's also a little depressing that the idea of him actually becoming successful is so weird that milla's immediate response is that must be the divergence catalyst.

not that he disagrees with her. ]

I guess we need to look into it more... I'm not sure what to do if it turns out I'm the catalyst this time. [ okay, he knows what he has to do, but that's going to be very weird. since clearly they are from a pre-victor canon point. ]

It might be something else too though. [ him becoming rich just might be the normal progression of events okay!! ] For now, we should probably investigate... me.

[ wow that sounded kind of narcissistic. ]

[ maybe that was a bit tactless on her part. she's got a brutal honesty but at least she has the ability to recognize when she might've said something a little carelessly, especially considering what ludger has to do. that is, stab his rich self and then maybe steal his money. mostly just the first part. ]

He... [ uh. ] You probably won't be. That'd be too easy, and you people are all about being complicated. [ too bad she's also way too awkward to openly empathize with his situation. at least she tried. honestly, it just sounds she's insulting him, given her tone. a bit of her hopes it comes across the way, she doesn't know how to handle positivity from any one of them.

shifting her weight onto her other leg, she adds: ] ... Either way, maybe you should investigate less obviously this time around. It's not like you can go around asking people about yourself.

[ sigh. is she going to have to personally hear about all the great accomplishments of notactuallyhimbutreallycooler!ludger.

she's just going to nab that paper straight from ludger's hands, all right. ]

[ its not murder and robbery if you're killing yourself right? instead its suicide and... just taking whats yours in the first place? okay, that actually doesn't really make himself feel that much better. suicide isn't really that appealing either. ]

It's not like we do it that way on purpose. [ that's just how it always works out. without fail. so she's probably right... for all he knows, it'll turn out to be something incredibly minor that somehow shifts his luck from penniless bum to billionaire. ]

Less obviously? Oh, you're right. If I walk around like this, people will recognize me.

[ though that actually could make things simpler... granted, if anyone realizes there's two of them walking around, things will get very complicated very fast. ]

Maybe we should get disguises. [ he almost protests when she grabs the paper away from him, but oh well. it's not like he was really looking at it much anymore - at least older him looks dignified. or something. ]

[ she was going to skim the rest of the article's contents to try and get a better idea of just what this competent ludger was like, but his suggestion warrants an incredulous look in his direction. ]

... Wait, what do you mean "we"? I'm not the one plastered on the front of a newspaper. [ not that a disguise was a bad idea--it was the direction she was going with. any excuse to make ludger look embarrassing, really, but in a way it was a completely serious suggestion. he really can't go around looking like a corporate bigwig when he's really not.

she doesn't want to deal with that headache. ]

What I do doesn't matter as much as what you do here. [ or in general, really, but it isn't as if she'll admit that. ] And I'm not exactly looking to play dress up with you, okay?

[ with that she'll direct her attention to the writing in her hands. sure, it's nice to feel included, but not in this, exactly. kind of. ]

I... well, yeah. [ she has a good point. there's really no reason for her to hide her identity - granted, it's not like milla isn't someone famous in her own right, but not one that would probably draw the kind of attention ludger would. ]

But don't you think it's better to be safe? We don't know what the Milla of this dimension is up to either.

[ he just doesn't want to be the only one who has to wear some bizarre disguise okay. ] You could have become someone important too. [ okay, she was always pretty important, but that's not the point. ]

Maybe there'll be something about you in there.

[ now, it isn't like muzét hasn't ever been summoned. on the contrary, she's been summoned a fair bit--the impressive stats and even more impressive looks will do that for a demon. of course... that's not to say she's ever been made to do the bidding of anyone's she's been summoned by. she isn't against the idea, but the concept of listening to the commands of a half-hearted gross human isn't the most appealing of ways to spend her valuable, valuable time.

not appealing at all.

so when she's once again summoned out of the blue, it's not with any bit of surprise; no, instead she proceeds with her usual ritual of scanning her summoner up and down. a boy with some kind of bunny ears hoodie? that's cute. cute, but not exactly a winner in the interesting department just yet. plus she just got out of rejecting another poor sucker and her patience is already a little withered down.

( Ugh, again? You guys seriously won't quit! ) ]

Another one of you? You humans really are persistent.

[ these are both important reasons to summon her. the thing is though that there doesn't appear to be anything important that he has summoned her for. however, the more concerning thing (that may not have immediately occured to her) is that, well.

most summonings for demons and things like that involve all sorts of complicated rituals. you know, draw a circle in exactly this shape, etc, etc. sometimes you need multiple people. big, involved things. this is even ignoring that you kind of have to be of the appropriate level to even try and summon her or she gets to (theoretically) hit the big ol' REJECT button.

first, there had been no such choice.

second, there appears to be no such ritual. she is in no room designed for the containment of demons; she is in a bedroom. it's getting dark out but the sun's still up, albeit setting, and he's just lying in bed, backpack on the floor.]

Another?

[he does not look that concerned about the situation. gomen, muzet.]

[ oh, that is a thing. she's actually completely been expecting all the voodoo mumbo jumbo and at least some kind of strong-looking gentleman or gentlewoman on the other side of this entire exchange, but then there's just...

this student.

and of course nothing's showing on her expression while she floats there and looks around his room, but inside? she's wondering how the heck this entire thing came about. this hasn't happened before, consequences will never be the same, etc. either her value's gone down or he's just unexpectedly good.

to be clear? there's no such thing her value's gone down. so that leaves... the owner of the bedroom, who she's eyeing with an almost playful gaze.

( Double ugh. You've got to be kidding! Who summons a demon into their bedroom, huh? ) ]

Another summoner. [ keep it chill, muzét. ] Less exquisite than the last, I must admit. Though perhaps a little more bold, summoning me right into your...

[ CONCEAL DON'T FEEL ]

... Bedroom.

[just him. and he appears to be the summoner. well, it's entirely possible that someone else did it and is so insanely powerful that they're invisible and undetectable, but really at that point there shouldn't be anything she can do about it.]

Why? It's more comfortable in here.

[it doesn't sound like there's innuendo. he's also not looking at her like one would expect the kind of dude who summons hot female spirits into his bedroom to look. there isn't any objectifying going on or anything (okay, so he may have checked her out, but theoretically he could be doing a lot more if he summoned her.)

And I don't have to be exquisite. I could dress up if you want.

[oh my god is he for real. he is treating this with all the casualness of having phoned up a friend to come over, which means he's either really stupid or really powerful.

she might not be sure until he orders her to DO something.]

[ ... this really does have to be some kind of joke. muzét isn't often driven to "don't know what to think about this" lengths, but right now this really is moving into that direction. honestly, people were usually easy to read... but she doesn't even know what to think about this one.

not that she's showing it. ]

As much as I appreciate that you'd do that for me, you don't need to. There's a certain... charm, with just that.

[ she's half-kidding. or maybe she's serious. who knows. she really does need to confirm something, however. ]

Oh, but, there is one thing you can do for me. [ she smiles. and then, with a tilt of the head: ] An order.

Just to make sure we're not wasting both of our times.

[an order. hiro considers the merits of asking her to make some sort of complicated meal, but he did that once and replacing the stove was... exciting. as it turns out, just because something (or somebody) is ordered to cook does not make them actually good at it.

one hand gets brought up to his chin. hm. let's think about this. what would be a good order... nothing dangerous but clearly something she wouldn't choose to do.]

Muzét. Do a handstand, and continue to do so until told otherwise.

[a shock is going to go through her. she's probably been summoned before and ordered before. how much she has to obey the commands depends on the summoner; with weak summons she's merely present and can pretty much do whatever she wants; with stronger ones there's a ... compulsion, but one that can sometimes be ignored or put off if it conflicts with her own wishes (to a degree - she couldn't do things like 'attack her summoner' outside of the summoning pact being broken by ordering her to do something obviously self-destructive, like immolating herself.

and even then it can be iffy, depending on the circumstances and need. generally more "important" orders (say, "go fight this monster") are harder to counteract than more "trivial" orders (say, "do a handstand".)

what happens now should be deeply concerning to muzét, because he has given her an extremely trivial and nearly pointless order, and not only does she feel compelled to do it... like, it is a definite for real compulsion. this is stronger than when many summoners have told her to do actual important things - like not just physical compulsion but some level of mental compulsion too, like it's difficult to even think about anything other than "doing a handstand and holding it" being pretty much the most important thing in the world right now.

for the part of her that is not concerned with "need to do a handstand right now", this should confirm something. prior to this, there were two options:

a] he was the world's laziest, most incompetent summoner, which would explain the lack of preparation, no magic circle, no chanting, no candles, etc. any order would have been easy to ignore and she could have done whatever she wanted until the summon duration ended.

b] he was an extremely powerful summoner, which explains the lack of and means she's here until dispelled and he has an incredible amount of control.

who knows which one she was hoping for, but it turns out it is very definitely b.]

A--

[ she'd been about to ask for some kind of confirmation there (what a ridiculous order), but she's already very much feeling the confirmation. this isn't like any of her previous unworthy, silly summoners--this was some kind of world-saving handstand, an actual legitimate order.

it's only due to her own strength that there's a pause between hiro telling her what to do and her actually doing it, and the parts of her that aim to fulfill his pointless wish fight her every second of that pause. it's at that moment that muzét really realizes... this wasn't just some half-hearted, silly human. this was a legitimate devil summoner. a legitimate... shin megami tensei protagonist.

sure, there's no cool cape or suave face on some incredibly strong looking individual, but those are the facts. so, she lets go. not that she wasn't very close to breaking in the first place.

because she was. still, though, hiro gets to witness this: a 21 year old super powerful devil woman, at first flying upright but then--flip. there's the shuffle of of fabric as she moves into a mid-air handstand, the front two trains of her dress flopping right... into her face.

then she settles down to the ground until her hands touch the floor, though she's still supporting herself, somewhat, with flight.

and she sighs. the compulsions are quieter now that she's fulfilling his commands, so she speaks: ]

My. How undignified. [ and of course, as ordered, she continues with her--his-- handstand. she won't pretend to have a choice there. ] Couldn't you have asked for something simpler? A destroyed building, some teleportation...

It'll hurt me if my master uses me as some kind of toy, you know.

[ she's joking, but there's that hint of acknowledgment. he isn't like anyone whom she's met previously. this is someone she wouldn't mind following. ]

Edited 2014-12-20 17:25 (UTC)

[one gets the impression that for all that he doesn't know that he looks like what he was doing, he knows exactly. there's an intelligence lurking behind that goofy hair and bunny hood that she should be wary of with her new master. there's no way that was by chance, right?]

I really don't want the police here, so no building explosions. But if you insist...

[oh no, what is he making her do. he hasn't made her do anything too awful yet - a handstand is the least of her problems, right? but at the same time that's worrying because if most summoners had said that they would have, if they'd really wanted her to do that, exert a ton of force of will. with him it was... just a comment and she had to follow.

(it does feel kinda nice, though. weird. is the summoning process supposed to have a pleasurable aspect to it?)]

The teleportation we can do. Can you teleport yourself a skirt, or a shorter dress? It looks silly covering your face.

[... but he's still smiling. this is kind of fun. and she's got personality! not that all demons don't have personality, but some of them are really boring. "I WANNA KILL STUFF" no, not now. "BUT KILL" no. naw, hiro doesn't play that. he's summoned all sorts of things though - this just happened to be a new and exciting option.

maybe they can hang out more! you know, if she doesn't mind the 'has to do what she's told' thing. which, with the whole dropping the master line first thing, seems like she's pretty okay with that. like they could hang out even if he didn't summon her. which is pretty cool in his book.

he didn't respond to the dignity bit. maybe dignity is overrated. maybe he's just proving a point. maybe she's just providing the fanservice today.]

tales of but why ludger voice testia

Elle Mel Martha | ToX2 | For Millia

rng said 2-1 so let's go with that

coughs all over elle's face

wow rude milla!!

4-19 and somehow it works

srry about making you almost murder your friends fluff

totally the best kind of fluff

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4-17 for Muzét!

/o/

idk 3-11 have fun muzet

you bet she will

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3-17 for milla

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for mamamamatty

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