Fulfilling Deals (Closed RP - Kuronue & Akabane)

[prettypendulum]

Stop avoiding it, he thought, taking a piece of parchment with an irritated air and scribbling on it. It was getting ridiculous, he was worrying about nothing. He was only human, after all, no matter how strong.

Week's up. Meet me by the lake.
Kuronue.

Calling a house-elf he gave it the crumbled paper and told it to take it to Akabane, then wandered

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[babylonjackal]

The elf was less than thrilled with it's task. While Akabane had never been anything but polite to them, there was an air about him that made them uncomfortable. He was a predator.

The elf found him in his room, for once, resting after having a meal. He thanked it and waited until it left before putting on his coat and hat. He took his time walking there, though he arrived in short order. He stood, hands in his pockets, apparently unaware of his surroundings.

[prettypendulum]

Kuronue circled the castle, then perched on the roof of on of the towers, imitating a gargoyle while he watched for Akabane's arrival. When he saw him he took to the air, taking his sweet time and landed on the grass a sensible distance away. "Glad you came," he said, smirking as he nodded in greeting.

(Edited for grammar fail.)

[babylonjackal]

Akabane reached up and touched the brim of his hat. "Why should I miss an opportunity for payment?" he asked, his voice smoothly cultured. He looked Kuronue over. "The other form is more entertaining," he said, his voice still the same.

[prettypendulum]

Kuronue frowned, thinking on how quick that predatorial aura was to invade his senses but mostly the only thought that clouded his mind was: Of all the nerve!

He raised an eyebrow nonetheless, walking towards him a little, placing his hands at his hips and, consequently, his weapons. "You don't appreciate the male body, Akabane?"

[babylonjackal]

Akabane held out his gloved hands, apparently empty. "Not in the same way I appreciate the female body," he replied. "Is it that you wish more service before you give payment?" he asked, steel threading through his cultured tones.

[prettypendulum]

Kuronue was torn between sneering and laughing. Sneering won out in the end. "No, I'm quite fine now. And I'm not the kind to keep altering deals for the same payment." With Akabane anyway.

"So, shall we fight?" he asked, letting his hand slip a bit to the handle of one of his sickles.

[babylonjackal]

"It is good to know you have some sense of honour," Akabane said smoothly, his hands loosely by his side. Though, honour might have been translated to 'self-preservation' by the look in his eyes, quickly suppressed into polite interest. "Please, don't hold back," he invited, apparently making no move to defend himself.

[prettypendulum]

He snorted. "Of course I have honour." He pulled out a sickle, the another, looked at them lovingly for a second then his eyes flicked up to Akabane. "And I hadn't intended to hold back."

He took a step forward, used it to add momentum to the sickle he threw at Akabane, the wire connected to it flashing a searing kind of white under the light of the sun.

[babylonjackal]

"Good. I should hope you would test me, help me find my limits," Akabane purred as he dodged behind the path of the sickle. A scalpel left his hand, aimed at the wire connecting it. "I should be bored otherwise," he added, his tone unchanged.

[prettypendulum]

Kuronue yanked his hand down, the wire with it (forcing it out of the scalpel's path) and darted to the side, pulling, changing the direction of the sickle. "We couldn't have that now, could we?" he taunted

[babylonjackal]

Akabane recalled the scalpel and moved closer to Kuronue, evading the new path of the sickle. "No," he said simply. "It wouldn't go well for you." He brought up his hand, three blades showing over his fingers. He flung them out, aiming at Kuronue's legs, testing him for now.

[prettypendulum]

He pulled his second sickle from his hip, dodged as best he could, and knocked the scalpels off their path with it. Their force knocked his second sickle from his hand, but he was quick to pull it back the him, along with the other. He was standing by the edge of the water at the lake now, his boots covered in mud.

"Such confidence in your words," he admonished, grinning.

[babylonjackal]

"I've never had reason not to be confident," Akabane said. Though, 'never' had a slightly different meaning to him. Never was since the Great War. But, he kept that firmly where it belonged, in the past.

He recalled the scalpels again, not that he needed to, but at this point of the game, it didn't due to use too many of his weapons. "The question is, are you confident?" he asked, the blades vanishing from his hand again.

[prettypendulum]

"I am, shall we say, cautious. I do not underestimate my opponents." Akabane had stilled so, he flung a sickle at Akabane again, then raced towards him, throwing the second, changing their paths mid-flight to collide with Akabane.

[babylonjackal]

"Very wise," Akabane said, his voice approving as he leapt over the path of the blades. Six scalpels, three from each hand, flew out, three at the wires, three at Kuronue's body. "I do dislike being underestimated. It becomes dull."

[prettypendulum]

He couldn't move the wires and dodge perfectly at the same time, but rather than get hit himself, he let the wires get struck where they may, and twisted to the side, putting Akabane between him and his sickles. He hoped he could get close enough to take one of the sickles in his hand when he got closer to Akabane, to try and draw blood at least.