Re: Monster Dance [Open/Vandenreich]

Fri Jun 25, 2021 6:14 pm

Monster Dance [Open/Vandenreich] - Page 2 6EdIfMt

ENTER THE WANDERING DEMON

Artist: SilvaGunner - Song: Hip Shop

Kokuto remained silent as Cyrus spoke, his expression turning gloomy. He could sympathize with his thoughts. Earth didn't deserve to be a battleground for all parties. His thoughts briefly shifted to his parents, likely long since passed after his centuries in Hell, then to Ichijou, the woman he loved. People he wanted to protect, to prevent their lives from becoming a living Hell of their own just from living on Earth.

"People don't take any consideration of those that live here. To them, humans, and anything weaker than them are just...the biggest, unfortunate collateral damage in existence."

He paused, listening to Cyrus as he spoke. The fact that the genocide of the Quincy, even if he knew little to nothing about the context and circumstance, the fact that they were preventable was unfortunate. As Cyrus finished, Kokuto found himself at a loss for words.

It was one of those situations where, even if he wasn't particularly stunned, words simply refused to come to him. He simply took a few quiet steps, closing the small distance between himself and Cyrus, and softly patted him on the shoulder, finally finding words, even if it wasn't much.

"It's all you can do. We're all human, to some degree. We learn, and we do better."

Mon Jun 28, 2021 8:00 am

Monster Dance [Open/Vandenreich] - Page 2 MKPVPsr

CYRUS

"How unfortunately true that is. There is no compassion for the people of Earth until it serves one's agenda. Look only to the Gotei United, to Vastime, to Lux Orior. They may serve humanity, they may provide protection and compassion. But the Lux Orior has become insular, dedicated to aims I cannot pretend to know. Vastime protects its own, operates as an empire rather than any sort of shield. And the Gotei United serves only the soul cycle, nothing more."

Cyrus did not particularly wish to remain on this topic, and the matter of Vastime especially left a bitter taste in his mouth. He understood that it was the inevitable outcome of the current situation, that the king would certainly not have allowed it to become so idle, so complacent. But it did not change that this was now the reality of the situation.

"Your support is quite appreciated, Kokuto. I hope, very sincerely, that the world shows more kindness to you than it has to so many. If it does not, then we will change it until it does. Such is the aim of the Vandenreich, after all. To return this world to a place of peace."

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Wed Jun 30, 2021 11:00 pm

ENTER THE WANDERING DEMON

Artist: SilvaGunner - Song: Hip Shop

It felt nice to hear that his support was appreciated, and Kokuto managed to give a warm smile to the man, but it quickly faded as Cyrus said that he sincerely hoped that the world showed him more kindness. While he appreciated the words, the reality of that statement dug like a knife in his heart.

The world truly had not been kind to him. Even when he kept out of World War 4 in order to make sure that Ichijou was safe, the effects of the war seemed to have finally boiled over for the many people that lived in Karakura with him. After the Fourth World War, he could hardly go outside without getting side-eyed, hearing people whisper about it, or sometimes even outright yell at him or try to attack him.

Yet, he never fought back, knowing that it would only worsen the already bad reputation that demons had. To them, he was a ticking time bomb, and it ultimately led to him choosing to isolate himself in the Demon World because he knew that Ichijou wouldn't be safe for long from the hate that he had received.

But, after she had come to Demon World, dragged him back to Earth, and then gotten told by Calypso to get off his ass, here he was, in a place where he felt he could finally have a purpose. But, even then, there was still a degree of cynicism.

"I really hope so too. There's probably plenty of people here who already hate me and don't approve of Ninsianna allowing me in."

He paused for a moment, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"It's a bit demotivating, I won't lie, but, that won't stop me. I'll keep supportin' you, the Vandenreich, and the Earth too until that goal is reached."

Sat Sep 25, 2021 8:16 am

CYRUS

"Then that, Kokuto, is a problem with them. Not with yourself."

Cyrus' tone only grew more bitter at that, his distase for the traditional outlook of his kind once more brought to the forefront of his mind. The conversation he had held with Nozomi still resonated quite deeply with him, and in these days that conversation only seemed more relevant than ever. When he next spoke, the Grandmaster's baritone seemed more commanding, the deep timbre of his voice conveying some faint semblance of the divine authority he had once carried.

"Those who serve the Vandenreich and treat the delineations of race as a meaningful fact of life are fools. They have learned nothing, and are worth less. I will remove all such views from this place, whether through conversation or through force. There are many of demonkind who deserve only scorn, yes. But this is no less true of we Quincy."

Even that bit of forceful speech had been a bit much for Cyrus, given his condition. But he did not regret it.

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Sat Oct 09, 2021 1:55 am

ENTER THE WANDERING DEMON

Artist: SilvaGunner - Song: Hip Shop

Cyrus spoke once again with such an authority that the devil had never experienced until this day -- to some effect, it stirred a primal emotion that seemed behind his own comprehension, all of it lasting for but a brief moment, ending as quickly as it came, subtle and faint as shivers down the spine. And as of this, Kokuto fell silent, processing the man's words.

On one hand, he was right, it was a problem that lay with them and their prejudice. But, on the other, it was his own choice to become who he was. Even if he had long since accepted what he was, there was still a stinging rebuke that others possessed, even if he had no stake in the devastation that seemed to split the world asunder.

His gaze turned to the ground as he folded his arms over his chest, his eyes lost in contemplation, once again processing the brief speech that came from the man. The singed, resonant voice of the demon was soft as he finally responded, breaking the silence. His head lifted to look the Grandmaster in the eye as his arms fell back to his sides, slipping into his pockets.

"Demons, Humans, Quincy -- none of 'em are all that different when it comes to their sins. But, can't really blame them. People need an outlet to direct their hate 'n anger. Part of me thinks that I should be their outlet, maybe to better prove that I'm not a monster, to prove that...I'm still as human as I used to be."

Kokuto let out a shuddering sigh as he finished, fishing through his coat pocket and pulling out a cigarette from the pack. Snapping his fingers, he ignited a small flame on the tip of his thumb, lighting the stick and taking a long drag from it.

He turned his head away from Cyrus to keep the smoke away, his breathing quickly returning to normal. Even during his earliest days as a demon, that thought still ran through his head: his desperate cling to whatever was left of his humanity after seeing the worst of the very creatures he had become.