yes, she should press that slippery tongue behind her teeth after such a comment. should it have been any other moment, he would have pulled that ridiculous tongue from her mouth. though, he did not allow the malicious intent to seep through his features. instead, a dull and bored smile stretched across painted lips.
“shined? don’t be foolish,” he chuckled. it was always ‘DROLL ‘ whenever someone spoke about the 1800s, as if they knew. they proved to amuse him, especially their face when he destroyed their statement, ripping their knowledge viciously apart and leaving only a bloodied carcass. “– fashion in the 1800s was affected by queen victoria, who hated any woman who showed any other interest besides being a drole housewife that was a slave to their husband. it was always affected by the CHURCH,”he paused, taking a sip of wine as his smile faded. “and the church, my dear, preached only hate.”
SHE WONDEREDif she had perhaps INCITED anger with her own comment; if the putting forth of clothing as the true EPOCH of that age had given him a need to CORRECT her. The boldness of that particular move made her head tilt higher, eyebrows drawn down as if ready to CHALLENGE him, to fight his own knowledge with that which SHE had amassed and collected. As he continued, her lips remained in an unsmiling violaceous line.
“Taking the CONTEXT out of CLOTHING,” Her eminence began, voice carefully controlled and HARD like that of an EMPRESS’, “Is what matters in the GRAND SCHEME of the EVOLUTION of fashion. I care little for some QUEEN who did not deserve her crown, or even the CLOTHES she wore. I care for the HIGH-NECKED dresses, and the TAFFETA in bouffant style. Maybe that is where you and I DEVIATE in the way we LOOK at this era, hm?”
It’s true that Hidan’s clothes are rather revealing; in fact, in a display of immense disregard for societal norms, she isn’t even wearing a shirt in the first place. The parts of her breasts rated PG-13 are just barely covered by the two edges of the open (cumbersome, unfashionable, if she says so herself) cloak she wears.
“What does it matter what I’m wearing?” She asks with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head before her eyes go to work examining the eccentricities obvious in the woman before her. (Is that a fucking rainbow in her hair? What kind of jutsu was wasted just to produce such an extravagance?) Indeed, she isn’t terribly attached to her current uniform, but Ragyo’s offer still takes her by surprise. “What, don’t tell me you’re seriously going around giving out free clothes or something?”
“SERIOUSLY.”Perhaps they were nothing short of CONTROLLED CLOTHES – Life Fibers wrapped within lovingly, the fabric heavenly to the touch. Human beings were gluttonous for that which both felt and looked good, and REVOCS could provide the best that both such worlds had to offer. The look of them would have amazed even this CRASS young woman, of that RAGYO KIRYUIN was assured.
“CLOTHING is how we as a PEOPLE are SHOWN to the world. We ARE our clothing, we are ACCESSORIES for our clothing – and it is BY CLOTHING that we are JUDGED!” There was the sharp CLICK of one of her heels, her body turned slightly back to Hidako, hands spread out as if in QUESTION. As though to POSE the statement to her, to QUESTION her agreement, or EXPECT the agreement so readily, and with open arms, and OPEN clothes.
{☠狂犬}··•● His lips blew up a small raspberry from a comment so ridiculous, especially coming from someone that appeared to look like an embodiment of an acid trip. The woman certainly played the part well - delusional, arrogant, unaware of what was coming for her. Even so, she brought him some kind of entertainment so far. It had him in a hysterical laugh. “You must be shitting me….dominance? It’s more like following a trail of a good feast, the brewing smell of blood. I could use a really good appetite…from yourflesh, that is.“
RAGYO KIRYUIN’S lips emit the reverberation of a nasally cackle, forced out from the very bottom of her lungs, as if in order to MOCK the other man with its utterance; mockery was in her form, and she laughed at the FUTILITY of humankind both as it related to her greater desires and the general disrespect of someone who ROSE above them so assuredly, so proudly, chin raised and lips CURLED in the amusement offered only by EMPRESSES, in their polite and darting manner. If she had a handkerchief to wipe her skin of the man’s laughter, she would have used it, and tossed it to him as a QUEENLY favor.
“How DROLL; an appetite garnered by my FLESH. And how do you presume to tear it from me, to GORGE on me? I wouldn’t let such a MAN touch ME.”
“I’m afraid not,” he replied with a monotone. His usually goody voice growing a bit darker and deeper. Whenever he met someone that brushed him the wrong way, and didn’t have the scent of a human, he would be on his toes. Those who weren’t not human– if they had powers, they could injure him as well as the anti-sensei weapons… And that wasn’t on his schedule. No he wanted to be killed by his students.
Seems that they share a small bi of the same emotion. The yellow skinned being changed color with emotions. Yellow was always his neutral color. The only time one had to worry and fear for their lives was when he turned pitch black. But that only showed if one harmed his students or demon.
Even with the dazzling light, he showed no fear. Every day– every moment, could be his last. Students and teachers– anyone, was out to kill him before he destroyed their precious world.
“A pleasure to meet you, miss Ragyo,” he said, offering her a deep bow. Bet to stay on this female’s good side. He could tell that he definitely not to get on her bad side. But it worse came to worse, his outrageous speed could get him away.
He’s never heard of this Revoc, but he was far away from here. “I’m afraid that I’ve never heard such a thing. I’m a bit ways away from home.” It would only take him a half hour to get back to his house from here.
His clothing was probably strange to her– he made it himself. To teach properly and look like a teacher. Though, he did have other outfits that was possible made by this company. As well as his students.
THERE WAS A SENSE of pleasure to derive from being bowed to. From being TREATED as an empress, treated as though the ground she trespassed on would and COULD so easily turn to expensive Mulberry Silk; at his bow, RAGYO KIRYUIN smiled, eyes lightly closed as though to give off the ALOOF BRILLIANCE of a ruler whose insatiable desires had been properly met. The harsh light that seemed to emanate always from behind her being relaxed, as if SENTIENT to her whims. The back of RAGYO KIRYUIN straightened, still.
The man was assuredly strange to her. She had neither met anyone whose BODY was as odd as his, or who wasn’t aware of the BREADTH of the Kiryuin Conglomerate’s power, which stretched across the world like a long-fingered talon, grasping the EARTH and holding it hostage through the mere power of something as simple as CLOTHING and the GREED for clothing, the desire to appear to the world as more than one was, while still being a SLAVE to the very threads woven into what one wore themselves.
“I am SURPRISED that you wouldn’t know of REVOCS,” She says. “But la vie est drole, as they say. Life is FUNNY.”
Yes. Life was eternally amusing, and she was eternally AMUSED by it. RAGYO KIRYUIN settles on her heels – those which never make her feet ache, and who seem to wear HER more than she wears them. Unlike her daughter, RAGYO KIRYUIN was not in the business of making her clothes SUBMIT to her form. Instead, she was both worn by her shoes and she wore them. It seemed to the be the case with ALL that she wore – a harmony with the clothing that could not even hope to be ACHIEVED by any but herself.
“We CONTROL 90% of the MARKET. Where the money of REVOCS goes, the WORLD follows!”
It’s
like one more chance to say no. It’s one final chance to search for freedom in
the mess this woman is presenting her with. It’s something that Sayuri could
fight with the entirety of her being or she could submit. Either way, she is left with a decision. And she finds it best to accept that woman’s hand, her
nails awfully sharp and brutal looking on an almost delicate limb.
“How
instinctual humans ought to be,” she
muses quietly. Are they nothing more than action and reaction? What a strange
woman, she thinks. She wonders if it’s meant to be a literal or a metaphorical
statement, and of what the meaning behind it is. Perhaps she simply likes
hearing herself talk is all? Sayuri hopes as much.
RAGYO KIRYUIN pulls the woman close. Closer, then, pressing their bodies together in the embrace, where the woman could FEEL her, the presence which incited many a crowd of men to collapse to their knees, to BOW before a woman they heralded as their EMPRESS, as their one and only CEO, as the only WORTHY head of the KIRYUIN CLAN. Her lips press to the forehead of the woman, feeling more like little teeth than the SOFT SKIN that should have been there, either as an amenity or something particularly MORE.
“Tell me,” Her hands roam. They move through wild hair, TAMING the strands as they comb through them, or perhaps the hair MOVED around the breadth of her long fingers, parting out of both FEAR and something even more. “What do your INSTINCTS tell you?”
‘ With all due respect, I see no reason to hide the fact that I’m not as pretty as other people, ma’am. I’m sure they’d notice anyway. ’ She saw no shame in admitting that she was ugly. In reality, was she? Not really. She was actually very pretty according to other people but she didn’t see what they saw in her, no matter how hard she tried. Lots of extra flab and acne compromised her ability to see her smile and her overall happy glow, instead having her just focus on the little things and minor flaws about herself. Still, she was very confident in her other abilities, such as her musical abilities and her writing, so if for some strange reason Ragyo decided to try and break her, she’d have material to work with.
At Ragyo’s statement about nudity, Alyx blinked before shrugging and completely ignoring the jab Ragyo purposefully took at her. ‘ Most humans, I hope, would at least cover their privates before entering the public world- oh… Now I see what you were asking. My bad. ’
“MOST HUMANS…”Came the voice of RAGYO KIRYUIN, which rose above the drivel of others; the voice of COMMAND, of CONTROL, of REGALITY. This was a BODY she saw as SUBMISSIVE. A body easily destroyed by a handful of cutting words, as EASILY as they may have sliced into the human soul, the PSYCHE. “And all the same, there are NAKED APES which populate the world, SHORT-SIGHTED as they are in their views of clothing, in their DENIAL of the very TRUTHS of this world!”
“Is CLOTHING not the basis of the world? Is it NOT our origin? These are the questions I PUT to you, and you answer just as much as any NAKED APE would! With DIVERSION and DODGING! Do YOU have any idea who I AM?”
he takes her hand within his, painted talons softly holding onto the palm of the other. with the other arm behind his back, he bows(though the action has no reinforcement ), and places a kiss ‘pon the surface of her hand. the sounds of life infiltrate his ears, the smell of blood, and the beating of hearts.
“thank you, my lady,” he retorts, allowing her hand to drop. such stupidity, he thinks, to care about one’s attire. “–from the victorian era, specifically. ‘tis a beautiful era.”
“MY LADY,”She parrots, voice CURLING over in her own bemusement. To be awarded such a platitude is to be expected. The wicked tongue of hers presses against the back of her teeth, lips twisting slightly. “How DROLL a title to give to me.”
RAGYO KIRYUIN retracts a beautifully CRAFTED hand, standing more straightly than before, her back TIGHT at the base of her spine. “It IS a beautiful era, is it not? So MODEST, so COVERED from head to toe… truly, a place where CLOTHING shined. Would you not AGREE?”
Koro’s trademark grin shown on his features once more. Looking at the strange being before him. If he had normal eyes, he would have squinted due to the strange light. She was certainly nothing he’s seen before. It piqued his curiosity.
The 9 foot creature rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. He was quite amazed at this person.. He noted her off silently that she may not be human.
“I apologize for gawking at you,” he said, offer a bow. “This place was rather.. bare, so I decided to check it out.. And you’re the first person I’ve seen.” His eyes were always drawn to the light. but with his beady eyes, it was hard to see where he was looking.
it was a first though.. Usually people would fear the death god. Run moment they saw the creature without his disguise. That smile sometimes would make one panic and run. It was nice to have a change.
His strange arms fell to his side. “May I have your name? he asked politely– but he realized that he should introduce himself first. “I apologize, how rude of me. I should introduce myself first! Koro Sensei is what my students call me.”
“OH? You don’t even know who I AM?” She said, enunciating each word with cultured carefulness, standing straighter and taller than before. Her hands spread out on either side of her, heels nimble even against the ground, as though the pumps could not have RESTRICTED the mobility of one as BEAUTIFUL as her if they tried. She was a FORCE that could not have been stopped. Not by CLOTHING, or shoes, and not by the CREATURE before her. For she was NOT human; she was simply a BEING, and a BEING could not be PAUSED, or INTERRUPTED or SUSPENDED. Not by ADORNMENTS, and not by him.
The light PULSED from behind her, color SHIFTING in a show of BLINDING iridescence, either in response to THOUGHT or EMOTION. Regarding her face, which was ever the amused mask of a CAPRICIOUS ruler, there was no hint to either. There was only her intense amusement, which tasted COLD to any who saw her – and inspired only the most INTENSE feelings of fear.
“I am RAGYO KIRYUIN!” She announced, words DRAMATIZED for the full effect; tone hard as the cross pattee of a crown. “CEO of REVOCS! The HEAD of the KIRYUIN CLAN.”
It was to be ASSUMED that he would know of REVOCS, the corporation which owned 90% of the market in terms of fabric and clothing. Nearly everyone in the entire world owned something of hers – not her design, as that was the job of the HIGH TAILOR and no one else; DEAREST NUI’S taste was never in question, and she always held up to RAGYO KIRYUIN’S extreme sense of style, the STANDARDS by which the EMPRESS held herself to.
Unlike THIS man, who dressed ABOMINABLY, and whose choice of clothing RANKLED the sensibilities of RAGYO KIRYUIN. She refrained from wrinkling her nose too much.
