Who: eliza & ibaraki or prompto Where: murder house & out and about When: backdated to Snow as Fuck What: staving off the cold and then eliza gets what she deserves. Warnings: just eliza being sadistic.
[ you know what sucks? the cold, especially when you know your dragon parts are all cold-blooded. all eliza wants to do is just curl up in front of a fire and let herself bake until she feels her energy is restored. the cold sucks because she feels lazy, and while eliza's used to the life of a noble, she was never lazy. ]
... Move.
[ what's even worse is the fact that her housemate hates the cold almost as much as her. what's even worse than the "even worse" is the fact that said housemate has a very unique way of sitting, and eliza can only take having ibaraki's foot on her face for so long. ]
[ it takes a moment, ibaraki waiting just to be contrary and annoying, before she graciously shifts her position... right on top of eliza. she lies on top of the taller girl like a disreputable blanket, claws catching only on the carpet of their stupid house.
in the time since they've come here, and remembered themselves... well, maybe it cleared up the whole "youre my servant" bullshit, and ibaraki can see eliza as enough of a kindred non-human to consider her a........ comrade, if nothing else.
doesnt mean shes gotta be nice tho ]
The humans would have oni think that your western dragons are made of fire, Red Horn. So why can you not be used like a fire?
[ there's no point in using demonkind magic when she doesn't have a master to draw off of. she's been tired ever since this blasted snow started, and the green man isn't here to steal that cloak from. ]
It must be because you are a liar, and a just a lizard girl. Even though Kiyohime is only a serpent, she is more fire than you are.
[ eliza's teeth are bared in a snarl, and she pushes hard against ibaraki in order to get the oni away from her. it's not that easy, and the most she can do is just nudge ibaraki a few inches before she finally gives up, pouting. ]
Kiyo-chan is made out of rice paper, she goes up in flames instantly! [ pushpush ] I am a more elegant dragon!
[ she's missing a hand and liz still can't manage to push her away? weeeeeeak. (iba, you have a higher strength parameter, stop it.) ]
You are cold and bony. Is that what elegance is in your country? The serpent's death is like art!
[ but... she does have a point. even if eliza can't see the smug expression on iba's face, she can probably hear it. ] I would use my magic, but you are not one of my underlings. Would you swear yourself to my demonkind? The human is not here to represent you.
[ when she uses it in fights, she uses it because she's the underling, and it is protection and power for all of her boss' other fighters. and after all that fuss red horn raised when they first found each other? ]
[ the reason eliza hasn't given ibaraki back her hand is because of shit like this. they may have had a rough first ("first," what with how the town wiped their memories) meeting, but really! iba-chan's tormenting has gone too far! eliza wants to squeal, to shove, to flick ibaraki off of her with a flick of her tail but it's too cold to move. ]
What?! Why would I do that? I am the Demoness of Fresh Blood, but by no means would I follow a little gremlin like you! An idol has to stand on her own, and sparkle for all to see!
[ iba is content to be a lazy slug in the meanwhile, not moving at all. ]
Then I will not make flames for you, idolizard! [ in fact, she's going to reach over and poke eliza in the nonexistent chest. ] If you ate more meat, you would have more energy to keep yourself warm even without clothes on.
[ get a training bra. it'll be warmer than those bondage strap things, probably. ]
I eat enough! [ oh my god you're such a rude gremlin, ibaraki. ] Maybe instead of sitting around and eating like a monkey, you should work on growing a bit taller!
[ well.. its not the smartest idea but she can probably spare a liiiiiiiittle mana for this... there's a brief pause, and a surge of energy before ibaraki's body on top of eliza's shifts and changes. in place of the small, delicate oni of before is the body of one of the other monsters in chaldea (medusa, specifically) bearing ibaraki's features. she brushes a clawed finger along eliza's jaw and practically purrs, that new, ample chest pushing against the folds of her kimono as she stretches a leg out behind them. her hair hangs around them in a curtain — still the golden color of summer wheat while it pools on the floor like liquid gold. ]
I enjoy the body I have been given, but if the lizard girl insists...
[ ... almost immediately, eliza feels like her entire body is being crushed under the weight of this snake-oni-monster. ]
Get off me of, you fat cow!
[ she's going to die this is how she dies, crushed by ibaraki pretending to be medusa, how did it come to this. why. WHY.
eliza tries to flop over, tries to right herself, tries to push those clawed hands against ibaraki's shoulders to push her off but none of it works. she's too heavy, and too settled on eliza's frame, to be moved. ]
Kufufufu...! [ the transformation only lasts a few moments, and then its regular, tiny and scrawny ibaraki draped over eliza's back once more, still with her arms looped around the taller servant's shoulders in some bizarre handless mockery of a hug. (it does get points, however, for the efficiency in which it traps their body heat between them.) ]
There! I have made myself taller. Are you going to eat more, as well? [ iba finishes her sentence with a yawn, already starting to tire after that exertion... ]
[ god, ibaraki, you suck so much. but at least now that she's lighter (sort of), eliza can move her (sort of). it's not much, but it's enough to give the dragon's daughter a little breathing room, and her tail snaps across ibaraki's side like a bullwhip. ]
If you insist, I guess I'll have to start with your eyes. [ her grin is toothy, and her hair falls across her face. ] And then I'll move onto your tongue, make sure that you can't hiss and snarl anymore.
[ there is snow everywhere, and in some places eliza could swear it was taller than her! not that it was difficult to be taller than her, but it was the principle of the thing! look at all this snow! and all those people down below, trying to clear it out of the streets and driveways to make it easier for other people to get around.
geeze, didn't they get the memo? everyone was supposed to stay indoors.
well, everyone but her. even if she was cold right down to the bones of her dragoness form, eliza can't help being better than everyone else as she spreads her dragon wings and zooms along high above the snowy streets. she might be cold now, wrapped in a blanket beneath her wings, but she's going to find somewhere with warm jackets.
even if she, you know, has to break the rules a little.
eliza comes to a halt at a block corner, settling down on the rooftop to rest her wings. being without a master means she has to rely solely on her own mana, and that's a lot more tiring than she'd like to admit. so, for here and now, she'll rest, legs tossed over the side of the roof as she watches some dummy shovel snow a few storeys down. ]
BREAKS THE SOUND BARRIER SLAMMING INTO THIS FINALLY
( even in this cold, prompto's arms are positively on fire.
sure, the official word from the sheriff's office might be to stay in, but that's still not really an option for some of the townsfolk; if he could help at least one person avoid the fate of being stuck in a snowdrift like he was, it's good enough for him -- the extra buck or two's a bonus.
what they don't tell you about shoveling snow, however, is that it's hard work. while the blond isn't a fitness nut he still likes to think he's fit enough, but even he has to pause for now, leaning heavily against the shovel he's jammed into the snow to catch his breath. )
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murder house.
... Move.
[ what's even worse is the fact that her housemate hates the cold almost as much as her. what's even worse than the "even worse" is the fact that said housemate has a very unique way of sitting, and eliza can only take having ibaraki's foot on her face for so long. ]
Rrgh, put that nasty thing down!
murder house.
in the time since they've come here, and remembered themselves... well, maybe it cleared up the whole "youre my servant" bullshit, and ibaraki can see eliza as enough of a kindred non-human to consider her a........ comrade, if nothing else.
doesnt mean shes gotta be nice tho ]
The humans would have oni think that your western dragons are made of fire, Red Horn. So why can you not be used like a fire?
[ there's no point in using demonkind magic when she doesn't have a master to draw off of. she's been tired ever since this blasted snow started, and the green man isn't here to steal that cloak from. ]
It must be because you are a liar, and a just a lizard girl. Even though Kiyohime is only a serpent, she is more fire than you are.
murder house. 1/2
Kiyo-chan is made out of rice paper, she goes up in flames instantly! [ pushpush ] I am a more elegant dragon!
murder house.
And what about you?! Isn't your hair made of fire!? Why won't you use that to keep us warm!
murder house.
You are cold and bony. Is that what elegance is in your country? The serpent's death is like art!
[ but... she does have a point. even if eliza can't see the smug expression on iba's face, she can probably hear it. ] I would use my magic, but you are not one of my underlings. Would you swear yourself to my demonkind? The human is not here to represent you.
[ when she uses it in fights, she uses it because she's the underling, and it is protection and power for all of her boss' other fighters. and after all that fuss red horn raised when they first found each other? ]
murder house.
What?! Why would I do that? I am the Demoness of Fresh Blood, but by no means would I follow a little gremlin like you! An idol has to stand on her own, and sparkle for all to see!
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Then I will not make flames for you, idolizard! [ in fact, she's going to reach over and poke eliza in the nonexistent chest. ] If you ate more meat, you would have more energy to keep yourself warm even without clothes on.
[ get a training bra. it'll be warmer than those bondage strap things, probably. ]
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I eat enough! [ oh my god you're such a rude gremlin, ibaraki. ] Maybe instead of sitting around and eating like a monkey, you should work on growing a bit taller!
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[ well.. its not the smartest idea but she can probably spare a liiiiiiiittle mana for this... there's a brief pause, and a surge of energy before ibaraki's body on top of eliza's shifts and changes. in place of the small, delicate oni of before is the body of one of the other monsters in chaldea (medusa, specifically) bearing ibaraki's features. she brushes a clawed finger along eliza's jaw and practically purrs, that new, ample chest pushing against the folds of her kimono as she stretches a leg out behind them. her hair hangs around them in a curtain — still the golden color of summer wheat while it pools on the floor like liquid gold. ]
I enjoy the body I have been given, but if the lizard girl insists...
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Get off me of, you fat cow!
[ she's going to die this is how she dies, crushed by ibaraki pretending to be medusa, how did it come to this. why. WHY.
eliza tries to flop over, tries to right herself, tries to push those clawed hands against ibaraki's shoulders to push her off but none of it works. she's too heavy, and too settled on eliza's frame, to be moved. ]
You're going to crush meeeee!
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There! I have made myself taller. Are you going to eat more, as well? [ iba finishes her sentence with a yawn, already starting to tire after that exertion... ]
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If you insist, I guess I'll have to start with your eyes. [ her grin is toothy, and her hair falls across her face. ] And then I'll move onto your tongue, make sure that you can't hiss and snarl anymore.
prompto.
geeze, didn't they get the memo? everyone was supposed to stay indoors.
well, everyone but her. even if she was cold right down to the bones of her dragoness form, eliza can't help being better than everyone else as she spreads her dragon wings and zooms along high above the snowy streets. she might be cold now, wrapped in a blanket beneath her wings, but she's going to find somewhere with warm jackets.
even if she, you know, has to break the rules a little.
eliza comes to a halt at a block corner, settling down on the rooftop to rest her wings. being without a master means she has to rely solely on her own mana, and that's a lot more tiring than she'd like to admit. so, for here and now, she'll rest, legs tossed over the side of the roof as she watches some dummy shovel snow a few storeys down. ]
BREAKS THE SOUND BARRIER SLAMMING INTO THIS FINALLY
sure, the official word from the sheriff's office might be to stay in, but that's still not really an option for some of the townsfolk; if he could help at least one person avoid the fate of being stuck in a snowdrift like he was, it's good enough for him -- the extra buck or two's a bonus.
what they don't tell you about shoveling snow, however, is that it's hard work. while the blond isn't a fitness nut he still likes to think he's fit enough, but even he has to pause for now, leaning heavily against the shovel he's jammed into the snow to catch his breath. )