genessia | [Action | Closed] Birds of a Feather

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[Action | Closed] Birds of a Feather

Who: Ni and Szel
What: Two monsters find each other interesting enough to poke at
Where: Velvet Lust - Genessia
Warnings: Will add if needed

For a blind guy all away across the room, he really didn't know how to keep his eyes to himself. Ni had taken to lounging around Velvet Lust, up or downstairs, whenever Koumyou wasn't around but Tannusen was there to eye like the dangerous eye candy he was. Causing minor mayhem when neither security nor the owner was around really passed the time. Few paid him much mind, a guy in a shabby lab coat with a stuffed bunny in his lap just screamed "too weird to mess with", at least when there were much more welcoming types to gravitate to.

Yet this whatever-he-was couldn't keep his many ghostly little hands to himself. It wasn't hard to pinpoint the source of the prodding, the guy was taking up the whole room with that aura he had and some of it had taken an interest in him. It was the sutra he imagined, it was so deliciously magical to those that could sense it. Oh dear, he might actually have to defend the thing like a proper Sanzo. The thought almost amused him.

Almost.

He was content to watch and wait, sipping on a drink the waiter had tried to deliver to him twice and mysteriously dropped to the floor both times. Until Ni grew bored enough of harassing the plant and stopped flicking it over with chi by the third attempt.

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He came here every day Telsen did, under the pretense that he was simply extending protection for the little tree man. Part of it was that. Like a very small, sort of unimportant part. It was all smoke and mirrors really, Telsen was plenty safe in VL thanks to Tannusen and Tektite. He'd never really have to worry about someone getting too handsy or jumping him.

But it was good to keep the illusion going that it wasn't, in fact, stalking. It wouldn't look like it at least, because every time, Szel was far too busy inspecting everyone else in the room.

Tonight, it was the human shaped black hole feeling. He'd brushed against it a few times, and found the sensation to be fascinatingly familiar. Due to the sutra itself, he couldn't quite sense through the magic if the person he kept touching was human, demon, or some mixture of both.

It was deeply intriguing.

The spider, to his credit, could physically make his approach look like one of chance. It was probably far too late to pretend he wasn't looking for Ni at this point, at least to the point where Ni would believe it.

But to anyone else, the dark, elegant looking blind man would slip in close by as if wafted along a breeze, easily and fluidly finding his way around people, despite the obvious use of the cane.

... A few unlucky assholes were tripped though. Anyone who raised their voice was met with a blank and sightless stare, and that was usually enough to convince people of 'innocence.'

He made little concentrated effort, at least at the moment, to impose himself with his own aura, but now at least it'd be impossible to ignore the fact that it was all coming from him, like walking face first into a spider web.

Oh there it was.

What a large and tempting spider web it was, thought the raven. They both knew the other had been noticed and power roughly gauged. The touching was obvious and there was no hiding the sutra from anyone that could sense its magic. If he activated it and its power grew to set the city block alight with its terrifying force, would the spider jump? Probably not.

Ni smiled at the blind man. He couldn't see the smile but Ni liked to think that his insufferable smugness was a part of that aura of his. To one as sensitive as a fully trained Sanzo, that power of Szel's was foul and choking, like a mouthful of mud. Gorgeous.

"This booth is taken, pretty thing," Ni said like it wasn't obvious that Szel knew he was there. "Unless you want to join me?"

Szel was a very pretty thing, like a shining trinket in a mire of dull boredom. A raven just couldn't resist.

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He'd soon sussed out, now at close range, what the difference was between the man and the script he carried. Honestly, it was hard to separate the two on a spiritual level, intertwined as they were, he'd almost mistaken him for a text made flesh.

Which would have only made him three times as interesting, but this was still a fascinating road he was starting down.

No, Szel couldn't see the smile, but rather it was felt. Mostly in the form of that slimy, self assured smugness that oozed across the frequency he was on like a bucket of dirty grease. How very familiar, it was like a breath of fresh air.

... Comparatively at least.

And who was he to not be flattered at the compliment, a flash of brilliantly white teeth that seemed far too wide for just a moment.

"Well how could I say no to that?"

And he easily slipped into the booth with him, an act that would have quietly suffocated most other holy men in such sync with the other world.

"I hope you weren't waiting for someone."

Ni had never been good at being a holy man, the gods themselves had rejected his rank. This did nothing to stop him. Unless they wanted to come down from the heavens in person and take the sutra from him, he was a Sanzo. It amused him, how that worked.

None of those gods would've felt like this wonderful specimen beside him. Not that he knew for sure, they could but it was doubtful. There was something horribly rotten to Szel, it made him so tempting. Ni wanted to pull him apart to see how he worked. He could daydream about that another time.

"I'm just observing tonight." Ni reached over to try to tip Szel's glasses up and reveal whatever remained of his eyes. "I don't think it's quite dark enough in here, do you?"

"Well good, then I hope you don't mind me taking up your attention for a while." Because Szel sure as hell didn't. Had he known the priest in question was a holy reject, he might have laughed with glee.

Leave it to him to stumble across heaven's refuse like this, it was almost poetic at this point. More of those odd webs, that claustrophobic touching, brushed across the Sanzo across from him, boldly and openly inspecting what he'd found. It told him nothing of his appearance, but plenty of the spiritual power, once more lingering around the sutra. No interest in stealing it, it was more distant curiosity.

What a fascinating human.

He'd just barely allow him to tilt the glasses down before pulling his head back. Just enough to bear burned and blackened sockets, flesh long ago so badly damaged it couldn't even rot anymore.

The glasses were tipped back up neatly.

"Consider it a public service."

A faint shiver ran through Ni, what a delightfully horrible feeling, to be touched and examined by such foul magic. Beautiful, so beautiful. There were precious few that held his interest here and even fewer he could get his hands on, figuratively and literally. And now one such interesting person was practically dropped into his lap.

He didn't even have eyes? Ni envied the darkness he must live in, it must be so sweet. That looked like torture, even better.

"Quite the service." Ni leaned in, uncomfortably close, scanning Szel for the tiniest hint of what this creature might actually be. He wasn't naive enough to assume this was just a youkai with limiters on. Not with that much power, no.

"Or, how about an exchange, you sure are a touchy thing. A touch for a touch?" He put his hand close to Szel's face, just short of touching his cheek.

He felt the movement through the connection, felt it in faint alterations in air current. Heard the shifting of clothes, no matter how faint it was, over the pounding of the music. He made him shiver. This was a good start.

The less questions asked about the eyes, at least for the moment, the better. There was a time and place for talking about past actions and errors after all, and sitting in a club sipping on mixed drinks was not that place. Maybe in a more intimate and private setting.

The pulse of a living being reached his ears as Ni leaned in, the scent of the man sharp and sudden as he neared. Even the warmth of his palm was distinctly felt, even if he wasn't touching him.

The smile remained there, not even hinting at any sharpness. The gently curved, charming expression of an angel.

It was his tone that suggested the threat-

"Oh I don't let just anyone lay hands on me. What kind of man do you think I am? I don't even know your name."

Ni pulled back suddenly, putting a hand to his chest. The bunny flopped over in his lap, landing on the booth beside him.

"Pardon me!" He couldn't sound less sincere, he was nearly laughing. "You're such a jewel I couldn't help myself. You attract the eye, did you know that?"

So the spider had fangs, how adorable. That power was so great, it sent a thrill through him. Szel was so close to being a threat already and Ni craved few things other than real danger. So sure he was in his uniqueness and genius, Ni was confident that he was the first of his sort that Szel had come across on this world. The awful, awful sort he was.

"I just didn't think it was fair, you know, you laid hands all over me. Sneaky little hands I can't see."

No he didn't sound sincere, but he'd not touched him first of all, and second of all, even if the apology wasn't sincere, the compliment still nestled itself nicely in his ears. Do keep telling him how pretty he is.

Big, venomous, dangerous fangs that Ni had just barely been shown the tip of. Playing his hand so soon would be a bad idea, he wasn't done trying to pick the human apart. It was all on a basic level, conversation and reading him, but a vivisection was a vivisection whether or not it was physical or otherwise.

Ni was, at the very least, the first human that felt like this. There had been foul, unpleasant, heartless beasts set before him before, but most of them had demonic breeding to them, something that made them other than human. He'd have to get closer to decide if Ni really was nothing more than a mere naked ape.

"I'll tell you what, if you can find some way to impress me while we're sitting here in this club, I'll let you touch me. I'll tell you what's off limits and for how long, but you'll get your chance."

"Impress you? Mmm, oh but that could mean so many different things. It all depends on your tastes." Some tastes were a bit harder to fulfill than others. Sure he could soak the place in blood and gore before the security hound got to him, but Tannusen would not be a fan of that idea. There would go some fun at the potential payment of an interesting little jewel.

Other tastes required quite a lot of touching.

"What impresses you, hm? Don't be coy!"

Nothing quite so expensive. Szel liked Velvet Lust. He had a strong enough interest in the owner to keep him from wreaking any real havoc on the place. Being annoying was one thing. Eating someone was quite the next. He'd had his eye, so to speak, on one patron until he learned he mysterious fell off the roof.

Oops.

"I'd like to think of myself as uncomplicated." He didn't touch the sutra, but that feeling would ghost along it.

"I'd just be impressed to learn something new."

"Well I know many, many things," Ni said, quieter now. Oh no getting to close to that, new friend. He picked up the bunny and set it on the table, his hand around its middle so he could move it back and forth. This toy might be blind but he could sense movement somehow, couldn't he? If he'd noticed the sutra, he could feel it moving about, at least.

"I think you want to know something, mm, specific? Am I wrong?"

Indeed, for a moment, No would be rewarded with the faintest motion of the demon's head, easily following the motion of the rabbit doll. It stopped shortly after it started, but it was obvious that he knew where the sutra was at all points in time.

"I'd be lying if I said no." No reason to beat around the bush, it was something he was personally unfamiliar with. He had to know more.

"I wish I were more familiar with the feeling. Normally I'd attribute it to something sapient and alive, but-" The real location of the feeling had no pulse, clearly.

"I don't think you've ever experienced what it is like, to stand at the precipice of a black hole before. Indeed, I'd say it's fairly impossible for a human to understand what that sensation is really like."

"Y'might be right, sad to say. I think I've gotten pretty close. Can't say for sure." He wiggled the bunny some more. When you controlled the terrifying black tear in reality, it had to be a different sensation right? Genjyo Sanzo might know more about being on the scary end, not that Ni would suggest talking to that brat.

"Being picked apart bit by bit, that's the feeling I know. Observed. Quite the experience to watch. Have you seen that?" He was curious, very very curious. How much did his new toy know?

"It's a feeling unlike any other. Move too close to the event horizon, and that's it. You couldn't even fly out if you had the means to. You could stand upon the very razor's edge of it and still be safe.

A black hole doesn't drag things outside of the event horizon into it, and sometimes, one might say it even glows. Just faintly. Energy is never removed or destroyed from the universe after all, even if it's just a meager illusion of it. A gravestone for what was once there, I suppose you could call it.

Like standing next to a fire that has no heat, but you'd hesitate to call it cold either. A strange... incorrect feeling."

He made it a point not to move his hand too close to the doll, but gestured at it.

"On an infinitely smaller scale, this is that. I've never seen one of this size that hasn't immediately doused itself. It's fascinating."

As for the question, the spider laughed.

"I might have."

"Mmm. Can't say I do know that feeling." Ni flicked his index finger, a little pocket of nothing was there- or not- for a split second and an abandoned glass on the bar shattered. There was a wrongness to Ni and the sutra, something off, sinister, and empty.

"Or maybe I do. That's a lot you want to know just to impress you." Choices choices, Ni shared information when it was convenient and damaging. Even a heretical Sanzo was cagey about revealing the secrets of their sutra. Their own sutra, at least, he had no problem handing over the other ones ripped from dead Sanzo priests.

"It obeys me. Handy to know."

His head tilted seconds before the glass shattered, aimed in the general direction of the destroyed cup. As if he heard it moving, or felt it. Very interesting. He'd like to see more of that. Understanding how it worked was suddenly rather important.

"I think that might be relative to who you are. But be it far from me to pry it out of you." There were more pleasant ways of exchanging information after all.

"This miniature depression in the fabric of time and space takes orders. That is handy to know. Just you then?"

"Jussst me," Ni drawled. Maybe someone on Genessia could use it, they weren't bound the rules of his universe. First, one would have to get through Ni and made sure he stayed dead at that. That's a lot of effort for a maybe.

"I wouldn't say it takes orders." He wiggled the bunny again so its ears flopped around comically. "You can, I wouldn't."

That was way too much effort for a maybe. So he couldn't use this gun, but he might eventually convince Ni to pull the trigger when he needed it. He'd keep it in mind.

"I'll have to remember that."

But he'd made a barter, and Ni had, despite the general lack of conclusive information, given him something that had piqued his interest.

"But I did make a promise here, didn't I? Lets find somewhere more comfortable."

Might. Eventually. Ni was a difficult one to direct, but if it caused chaos and pain, he'd consider just about anything. He did still need to pay that sickly priest a visit...

"So soon? I'll have to impress you more when we're out of sight." Not that he cared much about discretion. The flirting was just for flavor.

Might, operative word. If Ni was at all like Szel was piecing quickly together, convincing the human to do anything he didn't feel like doing would be like... well convincing Szel to do the same.

How enchanting!

"I'm holding you to that." And with that, the demon slipped out of the booth. No no hand holding, he knows Ni can fucking follow him, and if the human decides to play games and wander off well the loss was more Ni's than Szels.

In any case, he'd head for the upper floor, to a secluded and private little corner. May as well have been a world of their own in that little space.

Ni follows, slower than Szel, meandering as much as he can with only so much room to goof off in. He couldn't just be direct, no, that would take the fun out of it! Still, he was curious and didn't drag things out too long. He nabbed a drink off the waiter's tray, without the flower noticing, and slid into a booth next to Szel.

"You gravitate to the darkest corners. Easier on the eyes?" Ni kicked his feet up onto the table, the bunny seated on his lap. Ruining the mood was his favorite game unless it was the mood he wanted it to be.

"I like the privacy." It was darker here, but that, he figured, was just a bonus. He simply followed his ears to the part of the room that had the least amount of noise in it.

Silence meant there were no other eyes to watch what he'd rather stay secret.

The sensation of something soft quickly brushing past Ni's cheek might be felt for a moment. Perhaps like a collection of feathers, leaving a strange, sooty sensation with no real actual residue.

"Last chance to change your mind."

Ni leaned into the feeling, despite how fleeting it was, and left his head canted like that. His spiked up hair flopped sideways comically. Pity Szel wouldn't get the full effect of his usual bullshit.

"That's no fun at all, I'll be staying." Even if something terrible happened Ni would still win, in his mind.

Nah, he missed it. It was a shame, he was getting a distinct feeling that he'd at least like the way the human looked. Attractive humans were so hard to come by for him too.

"Well that ends your warning. You have no reason to complain later." Cheerful and as smooth as a fine whiskey, his hands sliding up along the sides of Ni's face. His skin was soft, smooth, no hint of any roughness... or finger prints, in fact. Too warm too, feverishly so-

It wasn't a gradual entrance.

Rather all at once, an internal explosion. A consciousness too massive for the space it was trying to force its way into, casually tearing memories and thoughts aside as it imposed itself on Ni's brain.

Hurled face first into the universe, flashes of galaxies spinning and dancing around massive black holes, stars blazing and blasting and collapsing, stardust billowing like blue and purple waves of fabric across a thinly stretched tarp of time and space.

Straight to the edge of it all, where the forest of blazing balls of gas slimmed and tapered to nothing, where the dimmest, faintest screams and thundering sounds of entities far flung outside this universe demanded entry. Howling, shrieking, gibbering in tongues too blasphemous for anyone to tolerate for more than second.

Gears and clockwork, the eternal march of time never slowing or stopping, pressing the universe ever closer to an eternal and all encompassing end, nothing could hold it back or slow it, it was inevitable, the slow, meek, cold and silent death of all life.

A being with six arms and wings, with legs like a beast that tapered into points, its chitinous shell as black as the void, eight hollow sockets where eyes once were, six billowing, eternally burning wings, broken and shattered, mended and repaired just to be snapped again. It lived in eternal pain, anger and hatred and bitterness oozing across the link it'd forced, cancerous lumps constantly threatening to ooze from every doll like joint in its body, through the burned and destroyed sockets in its face.

And though this all took place within the span of a few moments, it may very well feel like an eternity, before the entity would just as violently wrench himself back again, leaving behind the filth that coated his soul blanketing Ni's inner workings like a slime.

Ni's legs slid off the table, he lurched forward, and- smack, smacked his head against the tabletop. What he meant to do was jump up and put up some kind of defense but, no. Even for his mind that was too much, his limbs didn't obey him just right, not yet.

"Hnnmph," he said into the table. His glasses were pushing into his face and he forced his head to turn to squint at Szel. What the fuck. He had no reaction to it yet, other than the squinting and vainly trying to get his thoughts in order.

It was a rare chance he got to be overwhelmed. That experience was so far beyond it that the word barely did what he felt now justice.

"How eloquent." The demon sat back, hearing Ni hit the table so very gracefully. No, he was pretty sure he knew what was going on in front of him, this hadn't been the first time he'd jammed himself like that into a cranium far too small to tolerate so much at once.

No doubt, he was sure, his new friend was more or less jelly, and he followed the sound of the grunt, and the sound of his beating heart down to where he'd collapsed on the table, his lips passing past an ear.

"Was it good for you?"

"...Amazing," Ni breathed, not even sure he could talk before the word was out. Amazing was, like overwhelmed, selling the experience too short. Even limp and dazed, he tried desperately to cling to and understand what he'd seen. His head ached, even the dim lighting in this corner felt like a punch to the eyes.

There was a lingering horror that was downright exciting! Or would be, when things like excitement started working in his frazzled mind again. His heart raced with it, a fear he rarely got to taste.

"Good." He'd risk a nip if he wasn't sure the venom in him would actually kill his new friend here. Instead, Ni was treated to an almost painfully contrary peck on the very top of his cheek bone. Still feverishly warm, but in jarring contrast to the visions, tender and sweet.

As if what lay inside the demons head was some entirely separate entity.... Rather than the glaring truth of it.

"I'm afraid, however, that this marks the end of my evening out. I am terribly busy back home after all." Telsen would be fine without him, he was well aware of that. As long as the spider was there for him when he arrived at the gate to Everglade, things should be fine.

"Do take care, won't you?"

And with that, he slid from the seat, the flurry of burning, greasy, burning wings temporarily dancing across Ni's neck, face and back, while still never seeming to foray into reality.

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