[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/935994562026016780/1037173139739787274/KyozanHeadPic.png[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/935994562026016780/1037173266038669312/MikaHeadPicSmug.png[/img] [h3]Kyozan | Mika[/h3] [i][b]First Impressions[/b][/i][/center] [hr] From time immemorial, humans made offerings to the gods. Or, perhaps more accurately…humans tried to please anything more powerful than themselves, in hopes that it would show them mercy in return. Floods, earthquakes, even a demon. Humans could and would deify just about anything, if it made their wretched little lives any easier. Some even went so far as to make offerings to the very beings that would gleefully destroy them. For instance, Kyozan-Rasetsu, the Mountain Cleaving Demon, who once terrorized all who dared enter the dark ravines of his territory… Or this ridiculous upstart, [i]Jidohanbaiki[/i], also known as Ben-Di-Gu Mashin. He wasn’t sure where the first part of the name came from, but to call itself a “mashin,” a Demon God, when its shrines were so small, how arrogant! Sure, maybe there were a [i]lot[/i] of those shrines, and maybe all those tiny coins added up, but what had this so-called god of demons done to [i]deserve[/i] the title!? “Hahaha, what do you think of this, MASHIN!?” He picked up the clumsy, ugly looking metal shrine and began to vigorously shake it, until the vessels containing Jidohanbaiki’s power tumbled out. “You stand no chance against the GREAT KYOZAN–-” “Kyo-chan, put the vending machine down. People are staring.” “Of course they are! They’re about to bear witness to a clash between a false god, and the genuine arti–-kyaaaagh!” The roundhouse kick to his upper thigh didn’t really hurt, but it charlie horse’d him just enough that he lost his balance and fell backward. The cowardly Jidohanbaiki took a potshot at his head as Kyozan dropped the imposter, launching one of those “juice” things directly between his eyes. He lay on the grass, staring up at the wide blue sky, and the dark haired figure looking down on him as she crossed her arms. “Kyo-chan. [i]No.[/i]” “Very well, [i]Aruji[/i].” He closed his eyes and turned his face away from her as he sighed. This modern world continued to confuse him, even after so long outside of his seal... [hr] The six-and-a-half foot, muscle bound giant in clothes that could’ve come out of a period piece drew many stares whether he behaved himself or not. But so too did his tiny master, and for an entirely different reason. As a breeze picked up on their stroll through town, she shook out her long dark hair and brushed it away from her pale, heart-shaped face with one delicate, smooth hand. There was no mistaking her as the archetypal school beauty, the kind that would be called an idol, or be misconstrued as an icy queen of the social hierarchy even if she happened to have some sort of communication disorder. And, for the moment, that was exactly how Aomori Mika wanted to be seen. She had even worn her school uniform–perhaps for the last time–-for that very effect. “I’ve no clue what other kinds of people this ‘Icelit’ organization has hired,” she said to her guardian spirit as she adjusted her grip on her bag, taking its strap in both hands, “but if that Yatsujima fellow we saw at the interviews is any indication, this is a place where attitude will be expected to match ability. So please, Kyo-cha–-[i]Kyozan[/i].” The Rasetsu perked up one eyebrow as he walked next to her, rippling arms crossed over his broad chest. As he looked down at the girl, he saw the way she bit her lip for only a fraction of a moment. “Let us show them the power and prestige of the Aomori.” she said in an even, stony tone. The Rakshasa blew air through his nose as he hummed. After a moment, his fearsome eyes closed. “[i]Hai[/i], Aruji.” “Good.” And with that, she tossed her hair again–and her furrowed brows relaxed, along with her clenched jaw. She put a little bounce into her step, as her eyes glittered. Her arms swapped positions, so that she held the bag behind her hips now and walked with her chest and chin proudly forward. “Let’s go, Kyo-chan! Today’s the first day of our new lives!” [hr] [@RolePlayerRoxas]"R-ready to head inside? I'm sure everyone's waiting for us, ehehehe..." [@VitaVitaAR]"You're the one who led the way, you clearly don't care for my opinion. But if you must know, I'd like to get out of the sun, so we shouldn't dawdle any longer." The pair before them seemed quite complimentary, in Mika’s eyes–-the human girl was so plain, she [i]had[/i] to have something special going on, whereas the tiny, white-haired Youkai stood out so badly that whatever she tried to hide was painfully obvious. Kyozan took one whiff through his nose, and slightly inclined his head. [sub]“That one is…somewhat like me.”[/sub] he growled, low to his mistress’s ear. [sup]“But the Attuned is nothing like me.”[/sup] Mika whispered back, eyes still glittering. “C’mon, let’s not be the broody, hooded types in the corner!” In the space of a few steps they came close enough the other pair, and the other hires slowly trickling towards the doors of Icelit headquarters, would no doubt feel their intention to make contact. “Good morning~!” chirped Aomori Mika, as she bowed to both Sanae and Mina with a warm, welcoming smile that didn’t show any of her teeth, but wrinkled the corners of her eyes as her cheeks flushed. “I am Aomori Mika, here for my first day as a real Contractor! I’ll be in your care!” “Hm!” Kyozan bent his knees and dropped into a deep horse stance behind her, before taking up a dramatic Yokozuna’s pose. “This one is Kyozan-Rasetsu, Aomori Family Guardian! Ohayo degozaru!” He spoke in an old, formal dialect that sounded like it came out of a period-film–which caused his master to sigh and lightly tap his cheek with her hand, now that his face was actually close enough to reach. “Kyo-chan, ease up a bit!” She bowed again to the other two. “Please, don’t mind him! I know he looks like a brute, but he’s not a bad fellow!”