藤本獅郎 :: Shiro Fujimoto (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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backyardbbq2016-05-08 10:59 am
lionson) wrote in backyardbbq2016-05-08 10:59 am
I am shipper trash
[SO.
Once upon a time two kingdoms blah blah big wars in the past blah blah unresolved border tensions you get the idea. A country of (primarily) demons vs a country of (primarily) humans, they don't get along, yeah.
Apparently a certain member of the demon country aristocracy has been pissing people off, because oh look human country has sent an assassin! This assassin is pretty good at his job too, as he has managed to sneak into the country and make it all the way to the demon's large home in the capitol city. It is fortunate that there are human-like demons, and this human can blend in.
One night, the assassin scales the tall exterior walls of the home and slips into the home via an open window. He silently moves across the floor, carefully drawing a knife as he approaches the large, gaudy bed.
Is the demon in bed? Or is the demon somewhere else, waiting for the moment to strike?]
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[Mephisto grinned as he walked up behind Shiro, looping a finger into his collar. He had been preparing for an assassination attack for a few months now. He's not unfamiliar to them. In fact, he welcomes it in a way.
At least he knows he's doing something right.]
I suggest you drop the knife.
[Whispering in his ear. Although Mephisto's tools were limited, he did have one single sword from a previous assassination attempt. And it was held at the small of his assassin's back.]
And I'll pretend this didn't just happen.
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Part of Shiro is glad, because this was going to be a boring job if his target died so easily. But getting caught, that was a problem. He knew that demons, for the most part, were very cruel and violent, so being captured would not be a pleasant experience.
Smiling, Shiro dropped the knife, and he raises his hands up to show that he's not grabbing another weapon yet. He would cooperate for the moment, until he wasn't at risk of being run through with a sword, but he wasn't about to get captured so easily.
That didn't mean he wasn't going to give his usual sass, though.]
It figures that I'd get assigned to a night owl.
[He hasn't looked to Mephisto yet, but he doesn't need to. He can hear just fine, so he is listening for the sound of movement instead.]
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[A night owl? Hardly. But he had been awake already, and he always could use a little bit of entertainment. He chuckled lightly, looking at him carefully.]
If you drop all your other weapons, I'll drop mine.
[The way the sword was against his back, one wrong move and he'd find himself without much of a way to escape.]
And we can have a nice cup of tea instead of a death. Wouldn't that be better?
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[He is 90% suspicious of the tea already, but playing along here.
Also, his leg is starting to cramp. He had been crouching when he got caught, and his knees are begging for him to stand up.]
It's kinda hard to give you all my weapons with your sword right there, you know.
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Not smoothly enough that he's going to put his sword away, however. Instead, he pulls it back to give him just enough room to do so.]
Let them hit the floor so I can hear them.
[Smirking. He doesn't think he's won, but he certainly thinks he can handle himself here.]
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Shiro reaches into his coat and pulls out one knife, and then another. From his wrists come six small throwing blades, which had been concealed in wrist guards. Then there's the knife in his boot, and the three others on his belt. And the bombs on his belt will get dropped too. Additionally, while they're not weapons, Shiro drops some smoke bombs too.
The second belt, which carries a pouch full of unlabelled potions and poisons, is removed and carefully set on the ground, so as not to break any of the small glass tubes.
He's not fully unarmed, though. He had a garrote wire carefully wrapped around a buckle on his wrist guard that currently appears to be decorative, and he leaves that one alone. Additionally, he has sharpened wooden splints hidden inside his boots, which would look like boot supports to someone who found them. The trick with those is that he can't pull them out at a moment's notice, he has to dismantle the armor they are hidden in to get to them, so they would be useless in a fight right now anyway. Handy for later, if he can't grab his weapons before escaping, but he wouldn't be able to kill Mephisto with them right now.]
There, now there's nothing pointy left for me to stab you with.
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[But Mephisto smirks and puts his sword away. He'd like to smash that pouch, but considering that the man has gently put everything down, he's not going to disturb the hornet's nest.
He moves to step beside him.]
You can come join me for tea now. And unlike you, I won't be attempting murder tonight.
[He smirks, flicking out his tongue.]
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Shiro looks wholly unimpressed by the flicking tongue too, and he just looks off to the side slightly.]
Hooray, I get to live for another night.
[His tone is a little dry, but it's not complete boredom. More like, he's trying to poke fun at Mephisto by sounding above it all.
And with the sword put away, Shiro will chance lifting his head, and then moving to a standing position. His leg was starting to fall asleep.]
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Maybe for another two! If you're lucky.
[He laughs a bit and quickly moves to leave the room. He certainly is above it all, and don't you forget it.
He starts to light up the entire house with a snap of his fingers towards the kitchen.]
Now, let's keep moving. I don't have all night, you know!
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[Shiro follows along after Mephisto, but he is alert as he walks. He is still expecting to get jumped and killed, because he totally thinks Mephisto is just toying with him before he has him killed.
Well, maybe if he keeps himself interesting, Mephisto will be too amused to order his death.]
Wouldn't want you to miss your beauty sleep.
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[He smirks back at Shiro. He has no plans to kill Shiro... but why let him know that now. He is on his best behavior after all.
He steps into the kitchen and with the snap of his fingers, the kettle begins to boil.]
Sit! Relax!
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Shiro grabs a chair and turns it around backwards, so that when he is sitting in it he is straddling it, with his arms wrapped around the back of it. He props his chin up on the back of the chair while he watches Mephisto.]
Funny, I pegged you as a guy who'd have servants make the tea.
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[He chuckles and moves to pull out some tea from the cupboards.]
The last ones I had tried to kill me too. I've been living alone for...
[He strokes his beard as he thinks about it, two cups being pulled down from the cupboard. Oh sure, he could just snap them all ready, but he figures that Shiro wouldn't drink a damn thing used by his powers.]
50 years. Would you believe you weren't the first person?