"That's not right..." Keiran retorted with a shrug, getting contradictory news from his demon, "Esscherek is very fond of... any kind of food. I'm just feeding him." If he couldn't cook, he wouldn't be able to snack, and if he couldn't snack, he'd have to deal with a very, very grumpy Gluttony demon, and Keiran refused to accept that. Joseph couldn't stop him from taking the food he needed, anyway. Neither could anywhere else, come to think of it... but he wasn't supposed to make a scene, so it would have to be just here for now. "Tell him to stop being such a pig if you want me to stop. I don't feel hungry at all..."
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Soulless Soldiers
- Thread starter Nyakuni
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Joseph gave a little sigh snacking on his nachos "Ask your demon is he likes humans, im sure that would tie him over for awhile wouldn't it?" Joseph remembered back to that day and shuddered for a minute, its not that he thought anything bad of it but it was still a little hard for him to take in. "Oh yeah if you wouldn't mind would you tell me what your powers are? I have your character model all done but I still need to find a way to incorporate you into it. It will also be handy when we try and plan out the missions which we should get one eventually I hope along with information on where were going to live. Since it hasn't been decided were staying here yet." Joseph finished his nachos and put the bowl in the dishwasher starting it up knowing that there was already soap in it. Joseph leaned against the counter looking at the slim red headed man just wondering why he was so stuck up towards Ani and waiting to see if he would get his answer.
Keiran paused, tilting his head. Was this guy serious? He asked. Sure enough, the gluttonous demon was salivating before the teen even had the chance to ask. Ew. I'll eat a lot, but I won't eat that... Perking up at the invitation to do something somewhat important, Keiran held up a hand demonstratively and grabbed the nearest very sharp appliance, bringing it down on his wrist, where it promptly snapped into two pieces. The one that broke off when it smashed into his wrist and the one that was still held firmly in his other hand. Holding up his wrist, it was clear that he hadn't even bruised. "Molecular... somethin'...?" He offered more verbally, dropping the knife onto the counter and picking up the broken piece.
Joseph watched as the knife snapped in two "That will be alot easier than I thought it would be so your character design is done, ok thats all I needed to know, Anyways im going to head out and check the mail god knows we haven't done it since we got here. Thanks for the help~" Joseph took off outside to the mail box on the way talking to Da'are "Been kinda quiet lately haven't you? I also see not every demon shares your taste for humans." Joseph gave a little chuckle and opened up the mail box seeing a package that was basically as big as a phone book from china, he threw it under his arm and checked all the other mail and flyers and threw out what wasn't needed. Joseph made his way back inside to the living room not sure how clean the kitchen would be after they had gotten done with it. He opened up the package and found all the things they would need, such as birth certificates, diplomas, the deed to the house, ect ect. "So I see we got this house after all thats good, maybe I should go shopping for stuff since it looks like were gonna need alot of food." Joseph said this out loud hoping that the new comer would hear him. He had a smile on from ear to ear.
She had just left the kitchen and stopped when she heard Joseph ask about his power, and when he snapped the knife in two, she stared. She gathered herself and went into the bath to ponder her dilema with the new guy and the school situation... obviously they couldnt get caught anymore, which meant commentary from the peanut gallery had to stay on the DL... but what about this new guy? He treats Joseph with a over all disdain, its a meh reaction. But as soon as she gets near, hes all agrresive and snarly, and immediately has to best her... She didnt understand it quite yet, but shed figure out what his problem was. Maybe listing differences/similarities between joseph and her would help... she started on the list, noting the very biggest difference of them all first off-- joseph was a guy, she was a girl. After that it went age, and then traits, and SINS, which she realized that Joseph and her were pretty much exact opposites... she found that mildly funny. Which means the new guy, and her should have more similarities then differences except attitude.. She mulled it over running a massive bubble bath to help her think
"No, not every one. It is what some humans call an 'acquired taste' to a portion of our kind." Da'are granted. "My younger brother is one of those that would prefer not to taste human flesh, muscle, or bone. I say he's missing out."
Keiran was back in the kitchen, mulling over possibilities. He would need to enter school again here, as he had been instructed. He had not needed to be loaded down with things as Joseph and Ani had, because he had chosen his before coming here. He couldn't wait to finish his school, though, really. He had much more interesting plans once outside of it. He would just dream his way through school, thinking of his future. And try not to fall asleep. Probably a good idea for now, too. So Keiran made his way around the house looking for Joseph, for lack of a better person to talk to. He found the man and curled up on the nearest soft surface, staring at him in boredom. "Hmm, what are you to do for work...?"
Keiran was back in the kitchen, mulling over possibilities. He would need to enter school again here, as he had been instructed. He had not needed to be loaded down with things as Joseph and Ani had, because he had chosen his before coming here. He couldn't wait to finish his school, though, really. He had much more interesting plans once outside of it. He would just dream his way through school, thinking of his future. And try not to fall asleep. Probably a good idea for now, too. So Keiran made his way around the house looking for Joseph, for lack of a better person to talk to. He found the man and curled up on the nearest soft surface, staring at him in boredom. "Hmm, what are you to do for work...?"
Joseph gave a little chuckle going through the mail "Well by the looks of it there's a degree of everything in here so I guess you can do anything you want you just have to choose something that you like, heck I dont think you even have to get paid for it really after all your living in a house like this you can make up some important job and that would be that." Joseph crumpled up a piece of newspaper and tossed it at him giving a small giggle "Its not like you need a job I think since you have the card which can get you anything you want really." Joseph pulled out his card and gave it a look wondering how he would have to use it when the time came "Hey Da'are how d you use this thing do you just slide it through the machine or something?" Joseph looked over at the red head "So why is it that your so hostile towards tiny? After all you've only just met her, why would you instantly hate her?"
She gave a frustrated groan. The only major thing she could think of with that kid was that she was a girl, but it couldnt be so simple, could it? Everything else, they were either similar about, or they were close, but this was ubsurd... She dunked her head under the water to think a little more, holding her breath
"You leave the hard bit to me, and just use it like you would any other card you were using it in place of." Da'are clarified. "So yes, if you're going shopping, just swipe."
Keiran appeared to consider what Joseph had told him, shifting out of the way of the newspaper. "Oh, is that her name? Weird. I don't hate her, I just dislike her. It doesn't matter, I can manage working on her team."
Searching Joseph's words for any discrepancies between then and real life, Keiran came across something important. "Hmm. More importantly. What if someone asks about your job? What will you tell them? They'll be able to see for themselves, so it has to be real..." He observed neutrally, then added on his own little bit of personal information freely. "I think... something peaceful; that would be a nice change. No stress, no hassle. I have something in mind."
Keiran appeared to consider what Joseph had told him, shifting out of the way of the newspaper. "Oh, is that her name? Weird. I don't hate her, I just dislike her. It doesn't matter, I can manage working on her team."
Searching Joseph's words for any discrepancies between then and real life, Keiran came across something important. "Hmm. More importantly. What if someone asks about your job? What will you tell them? They'll be able to see for themselves, so it has to be real..." He observed neutrally, then added on his own little bit of personal information freely. "I think... something peaceful; that would be a nice change. No stress, no hassle. I have something in mind."
"Hey red head I got a question for you, would you let me look through your head? I could use the practice and it would help me get to know you a little better. So what do you say?" Joseph said looking towards Keiran with a slight smile on his face "And don't worry im not going to go off spouting everything I see in your mind so you dont have to worry about that, but if you have something it hide ill understand."
"Everyone has something to hide." Keiran disputed, "I have Esscherek, though. So I will accept." As the boy said this, he had a simultaneous exchange with his demon, regarding which parts of his mind he did not want Joseph to go near. Esscherek agreed to close off those parts of his mind for him. Certain doors in no particular order in his mind were bolted shut anew, heavier doors growing into place over them. His most inner thoughts would be his own alone, no question.
"Thats not true not everyone has things they want to hide, sure there are things other people don't wanna say but that doesn't mean much unless you know the reason behind it, anyways since you agreed come sit over here, since im still training I have to make contact with the person to enter the mind." Joseph gave a little pat on the seat next to him and waited to see if he would move.
Keiran made a noncommittal sound and got lazily to his feet, walking the few steps over to where Joseph sat and dropped himself onto the seat the older man had offered. Tilting his head and staring back at Joseph, the slothful teen wondered how this was supposed to work. He hadn't bothered to learn much on his own, so he didn't really know anything about his teammates' powers, or how they worked. Folding his arms and placing his head in his palm, Keiran waited in boredom to see what would come of this little interaction. What could Joseph possibly gain from it?
"Lol Joseph waited for a minute before entering his mind "Then thing I gain is practice with my powers after all there's only so much I can do with them so I need to develop them, and its a nice little break from my job. Anyways ill see you in a second." Joseph placed his hands on the red heads shoulders pulling him down to relax, placing his head on his lap he placed his hands on Keiran's head and he was in the room he was now used to seeing except this time it was a little different, to be specific a few doors were different "I guess those are the doors to his memories he doesn't want us to see." Joseph walked up to the first normal door he saw and gave it a knock not even checking weather or not it was unlocked and wait for an answer.
Da'are nodded, looking at the shielded doors. There were symbols across them that Da'are recognized from what she usually saw on living subjects through her eyes. No doubt about it, the doors were of a demonic nature. She was surprised to learn that this was what it looked like when a demon shielded a host's thoughts from being read. She had never imagined it this way, but then again she had never imagined mind reading to look this way for humans. Maybe it was because it was so much more primitive than it was for demons, or maybe it just needed time to get more advanced, but it seemed strange to her.
The voice from behind the door was quieter than Joseph was used to this time, as if the person behind it didn't want to be overheard. "These two won't last long... why am I with them? Everyone in Hell was similar to this, though... I guess I shouldn't expect to trust any of them."
The voice from behind the door was quieter than Joseph was used to this time, as if the person behind it didn't want to be overheard. "These two won't last long... why am I with them? Everyone in Hell was similar to this, though... I guess I shouldn't expect to trust any of them."
Joseph waited at the door for a minute listening to what it said and went on to the next thinking before he knocked on it "So it seems we might have a problem getting him to trust us, were going to need to work on that." He stood at the door listening a little hard wondering if this one would be as soft as well.
"This is disgusting! I want my own life. I won't let this last chance be taken away from me. If it's a mistake, at least it's one of the few I'll have made for myself when I'm old and grey, if I make it that long." The voice was still muffled, but clearer through sheer volume. The memory of Keiran behind this door was seething. Something that was difficult to imagine of the usually complacent young man Joseph now had in his lap.
Da'are had stopped listening to the voices coming from behind the doors. She had been remembering her last meal, and the thought - like so many others in her mind - had led to more songs like the one she had been singing previously. At the moment she was bobbing her head to an inaudible tune and mouthing the words, ignoring her host until he required her.
Da'are had stopped listening to the voices coming from behind the doors. She had been remembering her last meal, and the thought - like so many others in her mind - had led to more songs like the one she had been singing previously. At the moment she was bobbing her head to an inaudible tune and mouthing the words, ignoring her host until he required her.
Joseph stood outside the door for a minute holding onto the handle, curiosity grabbing hold of him trying to drag him into the room and it had gotten the best of him. Joseph opened the door slowly and walked inside giving a little chuckle at Da'are watching her bob her head around. Joseph waited in the room for the memory to flash before him.
Keiran was younger in this memory. Although his face betrayed no sign of anger or discomfort at what was being told to him, his mind clearly said differently. It had started as being separated from others his age by staying home with a tutor in order to keep him focused and away from 'bad influences'. For years he had been looking forward to the transition into a public school, and he had done well enough with a tutor through his youth that his parents had agreed to let him go if he continued to keep this work up, but then they had second thoughts. They wanted him to wait until college or university. How unbelievable! They had already been planning his future behind his back, but he knew it. They had a full military career ahead of him, and yet they swore that he would be educated and given his choice of work. It had been enough of a struggle just to convince them to give him enough respect to let him have his illusion of control, so it wasn't as if he would risk losing even that to argue that he had earned a little while in a regular school. No. That had been an ongoing struggle. A realization that he had no real choices in his life. Then he had met that girl, and all of this had brought everything to a new level.
Images flashed by of the repeated rejections Keiran had suffered at the hands of his parents, being steered farther and farther toward what they had wanted. Intertwined with them were brief glimpses of a girl around Keiran's age with fair skin and long black hair and a brilliant smile. Every picture came with attached sentiments and impulses which were immediately transferred to the man viewing them. This memory was strong.
Keiran had started seeing her casually, and eventually as years passed it had become more serious... more romantic. Unfortunately, he had been caught with her before things had gotten very far. Everything slowed down for this particular scene, and instead of flashes, the scenario became more like a video. Clear as distilled water and drenched in the same flood of tension and frustration that had tainted the rest of this memory.
"Keiran... who is this?" A well-built, tall man stood before Keiran, an intense anger radiating from him.
Keiran hesitated, stepping in front of the girl as if to shield her from his father's reaction. "Sir.. this is Shay. ...She's a friend."
"Friend? I've never met the girl. You were supposed to be out on an errand for school tonight, weren't you?" It wasn't an accusation. Not right out. But Keiran couls sense the subtle subtext. You've been lying to me, the man had said.
"Well, I just thought-" Keiran tried to come up with something plausible to excuse his behaviour, but he hadn't exactly had much practice lying impromptu. His father caught on easily.
"Keiran, there is no excuse for abandoning your responsibilities. School comes first."
"But I didn't really-" Keiran began to cough up the truth, that he had not been doing anything for school. This had been something he'd done with his free time.
"-She's obviously a bad influence. I don't want to see you with her again, do you hear?" The man interrupted, and when Keiran only responded with defiant silence, the man repeated himself more loudly, "SON, I said do you HEAR ME?"
"Yes, sir!" Keiran answered, furious and hurt, but too stubborn to show it. His face and eyes became blank. Something that always happened when his father refused to let him have something he truly wanted.
The words Jospeh had overheard outside began to play again. This time, what they had meant became more clear as the memory faded back to images... images of Keiran leaving his family. Being with Shay.. they were not memories. They were plans. Plans that, clearly, were either not lived out, or not managed for long.
Images flashed by of the repeated rejections Keiran had suffered at the hands of his parents, being steered farther and farther toward what they had wanted. Intertwined with them were brief glimpses of a girl around Keiran's age with fair skin and long black hair and a brilliant smile. Every picture came with attached sentiments and impulses which were immediately transferred to the man viewing them. This memory was strong.
Keiran had started seeing her casually, and eventually as years passed it had become more serious... more romantic. Unfortunately, he had been caught with her before things had gotten very far. Everything slowed down for this particular scene, and instead of flashes, the scenario became more like a video. Clear as distilled water and drenched in the same flood of tension and frustration that had tainted the rest of this memory.
"Keiran... who is this?" A well-built, tall man stood before Keiran, an intense anger radiating from him.
Keiran hesitated, stepping in front of the girl as if to shield her from his father's reaction. "Sir.. this is Shay. ...She's a friend."
"Friend? I've never met the girl. You were supposed to be out on an errand for school tonight, weren't you?" It wasn't an accusation. Not right out. But Keiran couls sense the subtle subtext. You've been lying to me, the man had said.
"Well, I just thought-" Keiran tried to come up with something plausible to excuse his behaviour, but he hadn't exactly had much practice lying impromptu. His father caught on easily.
"Keiran, there is no excuse for abandoning your responsibilities. School comes first."
"But I didn't really-" Keiran began to cough up the truth, that he had not been doing anything for school. This had been something he'd done with his free time.
"-She's obviously a bad influence. I don't want to see you with her again, do you hear?" The man interrupted, and when Keiran only responded with defiant silence, the man repeated himself more loudly, "SON, I said do you HEAR ME?"
"Yes, sir!" Keiran answered, furious and hurt, but too stubborn to show it. His face and eyes became blank. Something that always happened when his father refused to let him have something he truly wanted.
The words Jospeh had overheard outside began to play again. This time, what they had meant became more clear as the memory faded back to images... images of Keiran leaving his family. Being with Shay.. they were not memories. They were plans. Plans that, clearly, were either not lived out, or not managed for long.
Joseph made his way out of the room closing the door slowly behind him making sure it was shut tight "I'm not sure I was supposed to see that, maybe I should check anymore doors." Joseph shook his head for a second and made his way to another door knocking slightly not sure what to expect from the last door and now not really interested with what was behind it and hoping that maybe it would be a little more cheerful. Joseph spoke before listening to what his mind would say about what was behind the door "Da'are just a few more doors and that should be enough I kinda wanna see how far I can push myself but I can feel myself getting tired already"
{OOC: Sorry to all who are reading this and or helping create this rp but school is rough with english, philosophy and co-op in one semester. I'm trying to be on more hope your all enjoying the rp.}
{OOC: Sorry to all who are reading this and or helping create this rp but school is rough with english, philosophy and co-op in one semester. I'm trying to be on more hope your all enjoying the rp.}
Each of the doors was whispering in its own silent voice. They all secretly wished to be opened and explored. Some part of Keiran wanted to be known, and recognized its chance, but dared not stand open on its own to invite him in. It was this same part that was actively shifting around the thoughts in no particular order now, shuffling them in the hopes that they could give the reader some sort of summary of his tragedy. He had plenty to hide, but didn't want to now. It would be nice to trust someone, just once more, even if it didn't last. This was as good a time as he was likely to get seeing as it would be difficult to hide anything from Joseph. And so the doors whispered on, each loud enough to be heard as Joseph approached.
"I hope she likes it... I worked so hard to find something she would use..." "This is the best day of my life. Funny how that can happen on a day that should have been so miserable..." "We did it! We're all settled in..." "Oh no, oh no! I just got this job! I'm gonna be late~!!"
Even Da'are was beginning to falter in her recitation of "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drum" as the voices swelled through her own doors. She stopped to listen, intrigued.
"Hard to believe that this is my life... the same life I almost wasted away at home..."
"I hope she likes it... I worked so hard to find something she would use..." "This is the best day of my life. Funny how that can happen on a day that should have been so miserable..." "We did it! We're all settled in..." "Oh no, oh no! I just got this job! I'm gonna be late~!!"
Even Da'are was beginning to falter in her recitation of "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drum" as the voices swelled through her own doors. She stopped to listen, intrigued.
"Hard to believe that this is my life... the same life I almost wasted away at home..."
Joseph made his way out the door closing it firmly behind him shaking his head a little he knew he had time for one more door before he would be kicked out due to weakening strength. He closed his eyes and walked to the door that was speaking out the loudest to him and stood in front of it for a second his hand trembling from its whispers hearing something upsetting coming from behind the door. He opened the door slowly and opened his eyes peering in slowly waiting from something to be show.