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[The memory that comes (watch until Douman finishes talking about the name) is just as angry and rant-filled as Douman is now. A furious inhuman of a human, cursing the world for not allowing them success in eradication and destruction.]
[Letting out a huff, Douman lets go of him now, lips drawn back. Terrible. How terrible. To be reminded of failure, over and over again.]
[It makes them sick to the core.]
[Letting out a huff, Douman lets go of him now, lips drawn back. Terrible. How terrible. To be reminded of failure, over and over again.]
[It makes them sick to the core.]
[He's lacking a lot of context, of course. He doesn't know the person Douman is talking to, raging against, but he knows a villain's rant when he sees one. Still, he already knew that, didn't he? Ashiya Douman is the villain in the stories of Abe no Seimei, though still just a man. But this version, this reflection, a magical construct called a servant... Well, he doesn't understand it fully either, but there's always been something about this mans presence that sent a feeling of danger down his spine, an animal instinct.]
I'm sorry, Mr Douman. It sounds like you worked really hard.
[Sorry you failed to destroy humanity, sir.]
I'm sorry, Mr Douman. It sounds like you worked really hard.
[Sorry you failed to destroy humanity, sir.]
[Fukuda's reaction makes Douman see red.]
[Drawing back, they grab a mug from off the counter and hurl it at Fukuda - it misses its mark by a good several inches, crashing into pieces on the wall.]
...I don't need your...pity.
[Their breath is haggard - the sound of the breaking mug is enough to get them to calm down slightly, using a hand to stroke back through their hair with a grimace. Enough is enough. Ashiya Douman, born to be mocked, meant to be pitied. They won't have that, anymore.]
[Drawing back, they grab a mug from off the counter and hurl it at Fukuda - it misses its mark by a good several inches, crashing into pieces on the wall.]
...I don't need your...pity.
[Their breath is haggard - the sound of the breaking mug is enough to get them to calm down slightly, using a hand to stroke back through their hair with a grimace. Enough is enough. Ashiya Douman, born to be mocked, meant to be pitied. They won't have that, anymore.]
[Well. If that's what they want, he can do that. He stops talking, tries to go a bit limp, his head turning to the side to avoid eye contact, but the cant of it also exposes more of his bare neck.
He's just prey, submitting and asking to be spared.]
He's just prey, submitting and asking to be spared.]
If you're sure....
[Anyway like dead people is bad but.... three is good. He manages to muster his minimal social graces and not say that.]
I hope this upward trend doesn't continue. It seems like Mr Vlad was almost fated to die, but Luca was my friend and Steven was my partner.
[Anyway like dead people is bad but.... three is good. He manages to muster his minimal social graces and not say that.]
I hope this upward trend doesn't continue. It seems like Mr Vlad was almost fated to die, but Luca was my friend and Steven was my partner.
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