Halloween... [ Clicking her tongue. ]

‎ ㅤ ... ㅤ "Cute." ㅤ Her lips are struggling not to curve straight up into a smile. They twitch for a beat before she reins in control of her stoic mouth and face, leaving the light slant of her eyes as the only indication of her amusement. The blade is returned to its dirt sheath, and the ➕ ‎

‎ ㅤ " ... I've rarely met a demon so early after their inceptions. Most demons that breach into our plane are either of higher power and age, or were dragged up as servile weaklings by the mentioned." Dàiyù's narrowing eyes aren't hostile. They are, however, dissective. "What led you here?" ‎

‎ ㅤ Whatever rebuke she had, had been hushed when their lips met. Of all the years, this singular act had definitively been one thing that she and Mikoto had never done, despite how close they'd grown ever since the long day in which Dàiyù laid her life down to change the fate of herself and ➕ ‎

[ nodding. completely concealing how absurd she finds what was just said. ]

you keep very interesting company. i leave it there.

ㅤ🔶 food eaten, i can think straight now

[ shaking her head. ]

... you can SEE it.

do i need to explain.

... your company is. special.

[ stuck in thought. ]

[ is it? ] [ she remembers what being soft around the humans did for her. ]

[ ... maybe she's gotten soft. ]

[ no, it just... feels reductive, in her mind. ]

[ 'lust incarnate'... it almost feels rude, she thinks. ]

[ her blade spins again, the green shine once again disseminating into the air as it had with Hannah's inspection prior. her backwards grip returns. ] You have a better time than any to speak honestly.

[ Tossing a blanket over the book. ]

‎ ㅤ ... Strange. Must be a new type of demon from what she's familiar with. Still, her guard remains high, those dreadful eyes remaining focused while Hannah's meander to the blade. ㅤ " ... No. It is a simple ōdachi." Really? Because that blade looks anything but normal to a trained smith. ➕ ‎

你想翻译吗？

‎ ㅤ The following moment is one where Dàiyù's face melds between subtle expressions in real time. Confusion into realization into embarrassment into stoicism, tailed by a simple, deep breath. ㅤ" ... Like goddess, like maiden, I suppose." Referencing Diana? Likely. ‎

‎ ㅤ "Mm." With little else to say, there's a brief flare of green that emanates from the dragon's back. Being spirits, neither are particularly averse to radiation. When a vicious force follows a searing heat, what fabrics mask their form either shreds or dissolves altogether, leaving only ➕ ‎

... 我从来没有学过那种语言。

[ staring. ]

No. [ But that's enough to give her what she needs. The wind briefly howls when Dàiyù cranks her arm up, and as it blows past, it takes the dregs of the fabric that hides him with it. But, she did leave the scarf alone. ] Your face... is as subtle as mine. [ Thinking about what Mikoto said... ]

[ ... hm. ] [ again, but it's closer to his abdomen. along the side. ]

what.

[ time for a test. ] [ yanking the sword from the dirt, there is a brief flick. ] [ ... there is a thin, harmless slice on the end of a sleeve. inconsequential before now; a reaction gauge. ]

[ ... it'd be possible. ] [ her eyes narrow in darby's direction. she's just wondering how he'd respond... ]

[ ... ] [ contemplating. ]

ㅤ🔶 scary lady funny

/ well good work in exactly 0 lines of actual dialogue darby is now so horny he can barely think

[ a satisfied puff from the nose. ]

[ just stabbing the blade into the dirt. entertaining while that lasted. ]

[ her brow flares. neither accepting nor rejecting the claim. ]

[ spin. spin. spin. ] [ resting bitch face is - well - a bitch. ]

‎ ㅤ "Yes." ㅤ This seems to add on to the idea Dàiyù pays little attention to labels applied. How quickly she shrugs off her ōdachi being referred to as a simple 'glowstick'. Without her reverberating strength, it is visibly no more than a horseback blade... albeit the metal may be odd, ➕ ‎

[ idly rolling the sword in her wrist. you'd never know it by looking at her, but she is amused. ]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑲, 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫 ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑲 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑵 .ᐟ ㅤㅤㅤ

‎ ㅤ ... Blink, blink. At first, she turns her attention to Mikoto's shoulder, hands returning to her sides when the deed was done. Then, her gaze fixes to Mikoto's face, as if she herself weren't already faintly warm in the cheeks. Clueless creature. ‎

personally s-speaking if a girl like that pointed a sword at me, i'd, um. (mumble, mumble... something explicit, evident by how red in the face he's gotten and how little his words can actually be heard.)

I'm not..?

[ ... blink blink. ]

‎ ㅤ ... Briefly, silence. Very subtly, the dragon's eyes had widened. Such a blunt statement. ㅤ If this individual were a liar, they were a good one. The blade flicks the opposite way, rolled by her moving fingers, before being pulled into a reverse grip; the motion of the glowing metal ➕ ‎

‎ ㅤ "Four years is a drop in a bucket." Dàiyù made no effort to restrict Hannah's movements. Rather, she simply kept the blade's point to Hannah's jaw, that which overlaid her neck. The distance between them would provide some amount of comfort, at least. "Demons don't have a set lifespan. ➕ ‎

‎ ㅤ ... Puff. Her hands raise, trying to ignore the flutters as she realigns once again to fix the radioactivity. Thankfully, there's not exactly an organic entity within the shrine... ㅤ Ugh. Now her head is full of that image. Mikoto and Dàiyù had been close for quite some time, so it isn't ➕ ‎

‎ ㅤ The expected reaction, yes, but no less relieving, given she's working to elicit such a thing deliberately. A breath runs from her nose, bringing with it the soft emerald glow that Daiyu regularly emits. ㅤ " ... It makes you seem frail." Her eyes narrow as her chest presses to Diana's ➕ ‎

‎ ㅤ Hand having been raised toward the wall, her face being so delicately received makes her pause. Such a tender gesture wasn't exactly new from Mikoto, but it is no less rare... ㅤ Ignoring how she blushes, she comments, "Does that not count, still?" ‎

‎ ㅤ "One way or another, it worked." ... She turns to deal with the newly-made radioactive hole. Sigh. At least it was a small blast. ‎

‎ ㅤ From elsewhere in the room, rematerializing, "but it worked." ㅤ Rubbing her ear. ‎