dear_mun | /Shaky Mun voicetesting new Muse.

[[She noticed that expression, but couldn't pinpoint exactly what it meant. The third eye staring at her - interrogating her, almost - with it's gaze, kept her just slightly in a state of unease.]]

I suppose as one of their Creators, I am biased.

I want to see what my creations have grown to become, how they have developed.

... I want to see what they are like before they die and come to me.

[[She met his gaze as he looked back up to her. She understood his meaning, and was a little surprised by it.]]

I'm flattered...

[Moving his hands, he linked their fingers on both sides, flesh and bone in contact as he stood up at last. He was always tall, even if his height varied from time to time. Once he's upright, he lets go entirely.]

The only other God I ever met was Father for a very long time...Then I met my Little Brother and we only fought. I've spoken to some others since I've left my world, but...

[He cuts off the sentence there and lightly shakes his head.]

What does it feel like? To be responsible for... them?

[He had been about to describe humanity as 'that trash', but that'd be a bit rude when talking to someone who made them.]

[After a moment's hesitation, she gave his hands a little squeeze, before letting them go. Despite the fact that he was naturally taller than her, she floated just off the ground to try and even the height difference between them a little.]

You have a little bother?

[[That was all she would ask - it was his choice if he pursued the subject any further.]]

Hm... He and I created the world, and I birthed many Gods before I died. Outside of my world... I have spoken with a couple of others, as well.

[[How did it feel? That was not a straightforward question, and she thought for a little while before answering. It wasn't something she was sure she could put into words.]]

... I enjoy seeing them grow, yet it pains me to see them walk a path of destruction. I care for them, yet I have no wish to coddle them if that is not what they want. I see so many of them at the end of their lives... watching them whilst they still live is strangely intriguing.

I do. My foolish little Brother... Father learned from me and made a poor little puppet who never got to have a single thought of his own.

[After a moment of examining her hovering, Asura gently put a hand on top of her head to try and gently guide her down to her feet. He likes being tall but what's the point if people aren't looking up at you?

Of course, it's not very forceful.]

There... aren't many Gods of my world. We do not have mothers. We simply produce a replacement for ourselves. The only reason Father lived on when I was grown was because I became a Kishin, not a Shinigami like him. Little Brother... He took his place when he first met so... No more Father.

[Even if she decided to stay floating, his hand moves down to her shoulder.]

I wonder if Father felt the same about us as you do about your creations...

Creating a being without will means that it will obey you absolutely, yet... a being without will has no potential for that very reason.

[[At the touch, Izanami slowly floated down so that her toes just touched the ground. She'd sooner stay like this than land completely on her feet. Perhaps this was some subconscious way of sizing up his power, or of indicating her own strength. There was no threat in the gesture, however.]]

I do have the power to create aspects of myself and it has proved useful on occasion... two are not necessarily needed to birth a God if either are capable of it alone.

[[Izanami tilted her head slightly towards the hand at the touch, but kept her arms where they were, folded across her chest.]]

...Perhaps. Our roles were similar, from what you have told me.

[After a second or two, Asura uses the hand on her shoulder to bring her back up... then down... then up... Goddesses apparently make fun yo-yos.]

Necessity and use, huh? I'm not so pragmatic as that. What's wrong with just doing what feels like you should do? That's the sort of God I am.

[The power he possesses, that every present aura of incomprehensible energy, swirls up in the form of smoky black tendrils from his back, twirling into a rope like shape that in a flash of light becomes a small, red sphere. A soul, which one of his scarves delivers into his skeletal hand.]

I make my lives on a whim and give them freedom to do as they will.

[[That action earned a raised eyebrow from her as she bobbed up and down gently with his movement.]]

Hm. I suppose I see little point in meaninglessly birthing life for life's sake. It needs to have a purpose.

[[Her eyes followed his actions closely, watching as the small soul was formed.

It had been some time since she had created life just like that.]]

... Mine have made clear they wish me to extend them that freedom as well. A small, stubborn view who think of themselves as having the right to decide for all humanity.

The voices which are loudest are usually the ones with the most prolific opinion, I think.

[Despite their serious subject, Asura cannot help a little smile as she quirks an eyebrow. He greatly enjoys playing with her and she hasn't actually objected yet. He's wondering what other tricks he can try, but for now he pulls her up to be level with him... And then just floats off the ground himself so it's no different to if they were on equal footing.]

I don't mind grand purposes...

[He closes his hands around the soul, and when he opens them a butterfly like creature flutters out. A misshapen, asymmetrical one with a semi-human face and a big creepy grin. Off it goes.]

It's not the voice... It's the power. Those with power control the world and all the people in it.

[[Oh. So he could float as well. She should have suspected as much.

Show off.

Really, though, Izanami didn't mind his games too much. She was less of the touchy-feely sort than he was, but she felt at least comfortable enough with him to let him invade her personal space a little.]]

In theory, there is a grand purpose for everything. Although I suspect my three will argue that, in their own ways.

[[She chuckled faintly, as she watched the creature go. Curious...what sort of a creature was that? It seemed similar to her Shadows, in some ways.]]

...but if there are those who all have the same power, then it is the loudest of them who will grasp the fate of the world.

[[Hesitating, Izanami reached out with her skeletal hand, touching a strand of his hair gently. What a strange place for eyes.]]

Tell me, Asura. Who do you watch, with all those eyes?

[It's odd how he was so carefree when playing with her, but the moment she initiates contact unease immediately appears on his features. When disrupted, the strands just form smaller eye symbols instead of splitting as logic would dictate. But he doesn't prevent her from doing as she wishes, and it has nothing to do with the form of the hand touching his hair.

No, terror is always lurking around him and it feels strange to have someone want to touch him. Frightening. The unknown is so frightening...]

Everyone. Everything. All things in this beautiful, rotten, sickly, beloved and above all terrifying cosmos. [His voice is almost always soft, except during his manic episodes, but it is even softer now. The material, the immaterial, the unreal. I watch it all.

[[Izanami hesitated again as his unease began to show, but as he showed no sign of running away, she slowly resumed what she started. The bone fingers disrupted the strands nearest her, watching with curiosity as the larger eye symbols became many, smaller ones.

Asura was not the only one who found this contact strange. After Izanagi ran from her, she never expected another would make contact with her like this. Would want to touch her. Let her touch him.

A small voice in the back of her mind told her that he would run any second as well. After all, she had only shown him a little of her true 'grandeur'. Hmph. She could not afford to hope otherwise.]]

Is that true? No one wants to look upon that which has rotted away.

[[Her tone was perhaps a little more bitter there than she intended. Quickly, she made to correct herself.]]

... Even if the mortals cannot handle the truth, cannot handle fear, I suppose it would be hypocritical of us to hide from it.

[It wasn't long before the two big eye she'd raked through had become twenty of varying sizes but all the same style. It only took a few seconds of being left alone for them to fall back into place, somehow reforming the original number.

Her touch brought him anxiety yes, but for now his response wasn't escape or shrieking. It was trying to hide the embarrassment that he felt from showing his unease. So he swung his expression around into one of almost disinterest of, despite the hint of blush.]

At this point... I wonder what Humans can handle...

A surprising amount, considering their mortality.

...Some of them, at least. Others seek only oblivion.

I wonder why some are so much more... resilient than others.

[Izanami's expression was distant - perhaps to keep her actual feelings guarded - but her eyes were focused on those in his hair.

...He still wasn't running.]]

[Asura watched her expression change as she spoke and eventually reach the grim place it was now.

Snorting suddenly in apparent annoyance, he ground the gears of the mood by switching it on a moment's notice.]

Hey, if you're going to play with someone's hair, do it right!

[Wrapping skinned fingers around her skeletal wrist, he took her hand and placed it on top of his head, drawing her palm down until it reached edge of his locks.]

Like that.

[That seemed to take her a little by surprise. She wasn't sure what triggered that reaction… or what his comments were implying.

...He wanted her to touch him?

Tentatively, she followed his guidance, stroking his hair. It was a little more affectionate, this time.]

[Immediately- as in the very second she took up his advice, Asura switched his from a mild pout to incredible embarrassment. If anything, he looked something like a kid whose mother had chosen to show public affection to.]

[That reaction seemed to amuse her, a small, amused smile coming into her face.]

…Any better?

[Yes, she was probably teasing him there.]

[Wriggling his fingers for a moment, his eyes darted aside before he answered-]

Pass.

[Or... Didn't answer, skipping the question like it was part of a quiz.]

[[She watched his reaction with continued amusement, although something in her eyes seemed tired as she affectionately petted his hair with that skeletal hand.]]

You surprise me, Asura... Although, you said yourself that your eyes watched the rotten as well as the beautiful.

So many only see what they wish to see. When they see the unpleasant, horrible truth, they are so quick to flee.

… Even Gods.

Edited (Forgot I had ~icons~ to play with) 2013-12-01 03:51 (UTC)

I am a coward. It's understandable, isn't it, as I carry the total fears of everyone. I must witness all the horrors that exist, because what you cannot see is what is most dangerous.

[His own skinless hand rose to her face, mapping it almost as he were blind and trying to form an image of her.]

That is why I will always prefer truth over falsehood.

So you prefer truth, because it is safer to you?

Curious… so many seek to hide in blankets of lies, because they believe that those lies will protect them. Those lies they clutch onto keep them safe.

[[She watched his expression carefully, expression softening somewhat as he touched her face - the feel of bone on her cheek didn't appear to bother her.]]

… Tell me, then. Are you afraid of me?

[Tipping his head head forward just a little sent his hair cascading across his face, parting so that only his third eye was visible. That and the thin line of his lips that very slowly became a crooked smile.]

I can say in all honesty that you fill me completely with nerve racking dread. [One of the bony fingers pressed to her cheekbone, slowly dragging down her skin to her chin.] What lies beneath this thin skin? Why does a Goddess have such a heavy heart? What lies in wait for me should I choose to explore? What lies in wait should I not? What and where and who and why and when are you?

[Going back up, the finger twirled a few strands of her hair around itself before he continued.] So many questions, I feel like I'm going to be sick. I want to strip you down beyond the bones and see every atom of your existence, hold your soul in my hands.

[At that point, he looked up and softly flicked her on the nose.]

But I feel that way a lot.

[[She watched him fiercely, intensely as he spoke, bombarding her with question after question after question, feeling the bone trailing down her cheek but thinking nothing of it. Where to even start? Where could one start with so many queries.

His third eye felt like it was staring into her, past the skin, as if it were trying to break through the form she wore now to see the hideous one beneath.

A question lurked in the back of her mind as she carefully studied what she could make of his expression - his third eye, that strange, crooked smile - but she never asked it out loud:

'…Do you want to see, Asura?']]

[[Izanami was so caught up in teasing apart his answer, that the flick to the nose rather startled her, and she blinked in surprise.]]

… I'm not certain if I have more or less of an answer to your thoughts than before.

Edited (For some reason, one of my icons isn't appearing - I'll see if I can fix it.) 2013-12-01 14:20 (UTC)

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Sorry I took so long. I got hit with a brutal attack of ~the coursework~

Ah yes, the thing I miss least about schooling.

Yeah... apparently I didn't learn my lesson after Undergrad.

Very little more satisfying than having a job I can leave at work, I tell yah.

I bet that's nice :)

Also, nerd money.

Can't argue with that.

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Now with icons~ :)

Damn fine ones.

Thank you :)

Welcome.

D'aww Asura

It's my goal to make him adorable up until he starts being terrifying.

Well, you definitely succeed there. :) To be fair, they can both be quite terrifying, I think.

No arguments there.

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