[Kazuya didn't reply. He looked at Hyoubu, expression blank, before he dropped his gaze to the chopping board, idly tracing the shallow groove on it with the tip of his finger]
It's considered a sin, you know. [There was an odd smile on his face] To be like that, to have power beyond normal, mortal means. Back home, the angels came down and demanded people with those powers to surrender before the salvation of God - or, in layman's turn, get the shit murdered out of them until they were nothing but ash.
[Of course, Demon Tamers were a little different from Espers, but it was all the same, really. They had a power that people feared and thought were abominable, and it didn't help that quite a few of them went nuts with their newfound power and terrorised people. The 'salvation' the angels offered to those who refused to give up their power was, of course, death. Total vaporisation, in fact. Kazuya had felt sick when they ordered him to do the same - to be the cleansing force that judged humanity and left only the good little meek sheep behind.
He refused, obviously, but...]
It's all well and good saying to embrace it, but sometimes it's better to be careful. There are stronger things out there that hate... competitors. [he looked at Hyoubu again] I'm only allowed to exist because I'm a very useful tool, but even then I can't be too dangerous, y'know. Anyway. [his tone became brisk] What about these pancakes? C'mon, I'm hungry.
[ "Stronger things out there that hate competitiors." His expression darkens as he thinks of Black Phantom, an entity which would dearly love to crush or enslave all competition. ]
Sounds like your angels... need a Black Fallen Angel to set things straight for them.
[ He had been laying strips of bacon across the top of the pancakes. The mixture sizzles against the smooth black cooktop, and the air is beginning to fill with all sorts of delicious aromas. ]
[Kazuya went to get the plates, acting as if he hadn't just confessed to his world suffering from divine judgement. He grabbed four, because he was a growing boy and of course he expected three platefuls of pancakes, and set them neatly on the counter, paying extreme attention to make sure they were perfectly aligned, right down to the last millimetre]
A black fallen angel? [he finally spoke, the corner of his mouth tilted up, though whether it was in a grimace or a smile, it was difficult to tell] That sounds ridiculously dramatic, Major Hyou-Kyou. Can you even imagine? A black fallen angel, rising from the earth, ready to put God back in his place... hah! That's something for a film, or in one of the angel's horror stories on what would happen if you sin.
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Date: 2015-07-26 10:14 pm (UTC)It's considered a sin, you know. [There was an odd smile on his face] To be like that, to have power beyond normal, mortal means. Back home, the angels came down and demanded people with those powers to surrender before the salvation of God - or, in layman's turn, get the shit murdered out of them until they were nothing but ash.
[Of course, Demon Tamers were a little different from Espers, but it was all the same, really. They had a power that people feared and thought were abominable, and it didn't help that quite a few of them went nuts with their newfound power and terrorised people. The 'salvation' the angels offered to those who refused to give up their power was, of course, death. Total vaporisation, in fact. Kazuya had felt sick when they ordered him to do the same - to be the cleansing force that judged humanity and left only the good little meek sheep behind.
He refused, obviously, but...]
It's all well and good saying to embrace it, but sometimes it's better to be careful. There are stronger things out there that hate... competitors. [he looked at Hyoubu again] I'm only allowed to exist because I'm a very useful tool, but even then I can't be too dangerous, y'know. Anyway. [his tone became brisk] What about these pancakes? C'mon, I'm hungry.
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Date: 2015-08-01 06:24 pm (UTC)Sounds like your angels... need a Black Fallen Angel to set things straight for them.
[ He had been laying strips of bacon across the top of the pancakes. The mixture sizzles against the smooth black cooktop, and the air is beginning to fill with all sorts of delicious aromas. ]
Go and get a couple of plates.
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Date: 2015-08-01 11:58 pm (UTC)[Kazuya went to get the plates, acting as if he hadn't just confessed to his world suffering from divine judgement. He grabbed four, because he was a growing boy and of course he expected three platefuls of pancakes, and set them neatly on the counter, paying extreme attention to make sure they were perfectly aligned, right down to the last millimetre]
A black fallen angel? [he finally spoke, the corner of his mouth tilted up, though whether it was in a grimace or a smile, it was difficult to tell] That sounds ridiculously dramatic, Major Hyou-Kyou. Can you even imagine? A black fallen angel, rising from the earth, ready to put God back in his place... hah! That's something for a film, or in one of the angel's horror stories on what would happen if you sin.