[ the santa does indeed twitch, but makima herself steadies her breathing. easy in, and out— but she does feel oddly winded. she sits upright and offers her hand to him in hopes of getting a steady base. ]
I've been worse to wear. [ a small smile even when her lips are darkly stained with glittering blood. in the meantime, santa twitches once more. her senses of dull, and she's distracted. ] Would you assist me?
[mob nods hastily, taking her hand to try and help her. he also does not notice how the top of the thing's head shifts, its pair of wide eyes rolling then landing on them. the way it lifts itself despite the fact it's head is barely attached anymore.]
I'm glad you're okay. [he says so sincerely, and of course just as santa chooses violence once again. this time mob raises a barrier around them in time, the creature slamming against it and smearing blood and bits of viscera over the blue-ish energy.
mob flinches a little at the sight. (91%, 92%, 93%) the barrier flickers and santa hand lunges for-
makima. (94%, 95%)
the creature is instantly thrown back, mob's expression going from the muted unease to something hard. santa slams into the ground, cracking the pavement with a sickening thud.]
[ makima might as well say this part, she allowed to happen on purpose. when santa lifts, she could have set off just one more burst to keep him down, or even say the simple words "stay down", and the demon's body would comply. makima has stolen her victory—
but this one was for mob. what would he do? her protects her, his energy swells, he could do so much more. he has protected her, and now, under her belt, she approves of the spot she leaves for him. ]
Thank you. [ once she's up, taking his hand in one of her's she uses her other to place on his head. ] Monsters don't deserve to get up, Mob. You've done well.
[makima getting up is a relief, even if it doesn't feel like the danger fully passed. he's becoming much more aware of how dangerous this place really is, with creatures like this, how physical they are. different from spirits, who all but pop when exposed to enough energy. this is so visceral, so messy.
he doesn't like it. but it doesn't really matter what he likes or not.
her words give him a little pause- maybe she's right? they didn't seem to want to do anything but hurt and kill. they didn't listen, couldn't be reasoned with. even pressed down by his powers the creature twitches like it would try all over again.
so maybe he's done well. maybe. he doesn't really feel it.]
Was it... a person once? [he has to ask, glancing over to it. if he loosens that grip it will get up, he knows it, and then he'll have to-]
[ he wants certification and strong reasoning for his actions. they bother him. he is too kind . . . and that could get in the way. from the pressure her body weighs as she keeps herself up, makima sees her world spin. she manages to keep upright, and places her hand on his head. ]
This one . . . Smells like a devil, Mob. [ the cup forming upon his crown slides to the side of his face and into a stroke of his hair. ] It could never be human.
[ and now, from behind him, she slowly drops to her knees and guides her hand to his shoulder, to the hand that keeps the demon in a vice grip. she raises it for him gently from the elbow joint, as if to help him take aim. the order is said close to his temple, calm, despite her fatigue and sweet scented bleeding: ]
[a devil. so like an evil spirit. he's exorcised so many of those under master reigen's guidance. recently he started thinking more about them thanks to dimple, to mogami, to that family out by the ruined house. but it was still the same, when they hurt people they needed to be exorcised.
they had more sentience than this creature anyway, which makes his stomach twist. (96%, 97%)
(it was always easier to follow master reigen's lead than worry about this sort of thing, and miss makima was so kind. she was bleeding. she helps lift his hand.)
for a brief moment enough of him twists against this that his power on the creature flickers. without fail it doesn't try to run away, doesn't try to protect itself. it just wants to hurt and it crawls up with a gurgling howl, still wanting to get to them, to miss makima.
makima will feel a spike of warmth up her arm, a static snap as mob's face goes grim. resignation over what has to happen, even if he struggles with the physicality, the brutality of it. the ground beneath their feet cracks.
and the creature no longer moves, it's head contorting as he does as makima says. focus on it, watches it crumble further, the skull fracture into shards then splinters, the eyes splatter against invisible pressure that has the entire body jerk then still. an entire head compressed into an increasingly small point, until he releases it and it spills across the ground in a gory stain.
the body drops, mob stares for a second, power swirling in the air. it had to happen, it was better he listened to miss makima's lead. even here she was able to help direct his power when he can feel it dangerously spilling over.
[ he showed her his power, and effortlessly. it was quite beautiful. despite the drag in her bones and the bloody, sparkling sweat that stains through her clothes, she couldn’t have had a better gift from him. she loves pups. they’re easier to handle than adults . . .
something in her, deep and quiet, wonders if this is what it was like when she was younger and collared by the state; upon doing the same thing to this boy, she sharply turns heel from the thought and sees reason. this is how things are, how they work, and how they could be with her on the end of control. she could help him, and care for him, just the way she’s learned how.
his hand is lowered right back to his side, with her hand from his elbow to his head. ]
Well done. [ praise, and positive reinforcement from an encouraging mother’s voice. ] See how your power can be used for good? It brought us safety, and peace.
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I've been worse to wear. [ a small smile even when her lips are darkly stained with glittering blood. in the meantime, santa twitches once more. her senses of dull, and she's distracted. ] Would you assist me?
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I'm glad you're okay. [he says so sincerely, and of course just as santa chooses violence once again. this time mob raises a barrier around them in time, the creature slamming against it and smearing blood and bits of viscera over the blue-ish energy.
mob flinches a little at the sight. (91%, 92%, 93%) the barrier flickers and santa hand lunges for-
makima. (94%, 95%)
the creature is instantly thrown back, mob's expression going from the muted unease to something hard. santa slams into the ground, cracking the pavement with a sickening thud.]
Leave her alone. Don't get up again.
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but this one was for mob. what would he do? her protects her, his energy swells, he could do so much more. he has protected her, and now, under her belt, she approves of the spot she leaves for him. ]
Thank you. [ once she's up, taking his hand in one of her's she uses her other to place on his head. ] Monsters don't deserve to get up, Mob. You've done well.
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he doesn't like it. but it doesn't really matter what he likes or not.
her words give him a little pause- maybe she's right? they didn't seem to want to do anything but hurt and kill. they didn't listen, couldn't be reasoned with. even pressed down by his powers the creature twitches like it would try all over again.
so maybe he's done well. maybe. he doesn't really feel it.]
Was it... a person once? [he has to ask, glancing over to it. if he loosens that grip it will get up, he knows it, and then he'll have to-]
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This one . . . Smells like a devil, Mob. [ the cup forming upon his crown slides to the side of his face and into a stroke of his hair. ] It could never be human.
[ and now, from behind him, she slowly drops to her knees and guides her hand to his shoulder, to the hand that keeps the demon in a vice grip. she raises it for him gently from the elbow joint, as if to help him take aim. the order is said close to his temple, calm, despite her fatigue and sweet scented bleeding: ]
Focus on its head.
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they had more sentience than this creature anyway, which makes his stomach twist. (96%, 97%)
(it was always easier to follow master reigen's lead than worry about this sort of thing, and miss makima was so kind. she was bleeding. she helps lift his hand.)
for a brief moment enough of him twists against this that his power on the creature flickers. without fail it doesn't try to run away, doesn't try to protect itself. it just wants to hurt and it crawls up with a gurgling howl, still wanting to get to them, to miss makima.
(98%, 99%) ]
2/2 oh like. gore cw haha
makima will feel a spike of warmth up her arm, a static snap as mob's face goes grim. resignation over what has to happen, even if he struggles with the physicality, the brutality of it. the ground beneath their feet cracks.
and the creature no longer moves, it's head contorting as he does as makima says. focus on it, watches it crumble further, the skull fracture into shards then splinters, the eyes splatter against invisible pressure that has the entire body jerk then still. an entire head compressed into an increasingly small point, until he releases it and it spills across the ground in a gory stain.
the body drops, mob stares for a second, power swirling in the air. it had to happen, it was better he listened to miss makima's lead. even here she was able to help direct his power when he can feel it dangerously spilling over.
she knew better.]
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something in her, deep and quiet, wonders if this is what it was like when she was younger and collared by the state; upon doing the same thing to this boy, she sharply turns heel from the thought and sees reason. this is how things are, how they work, and how they could be with her on the end of control. she could help him, and care for him, just the way she’s learned how.
his hand is lowered right back to his side, with her hand from his elbow to his head. ]
Well done. [ praise, and positive reinforcement from an encouraging mother’s voice. ] See how your power can be used for good? It brought us safety, and peace.