The human summoner who had joined Ishtar's army nodded. He'd been with her army for a long while, caught up in events well over his head, but had nonetheless made as much of a contribution to her cause as possible. Spells, strategy, thinking as a human would, rather than a demon. His only goal originally had been to help the side of this demon war more sympathetic to humans win, but over time, he'd fallen in love with the beautiful goddess he was serving under. How could he not? She was love and beauty and compassion and wisdom incarnate and, despite his usual silence and withdrawn thoughtfulness, Souji was a passionate man.
Accordingly, the summoner forwardly takes his goddess-general's hand and looks into her eyes. "No matter what happens, I have no regrets as long as I'm with you," he declares, softly.
She definitely wasn't expecting that. The taciturn young man in front of her had been such a great help for their cause, yet she knew almost nothing about him, aside from his considerable talents as a summoner. There were flashes of hidden depths shining through here and there, granted...but nothing even vaguely suggesting this. Not that she minded - he was handsome and kind, and if nothing else, she was certainly flattered.
"...You bring old memories back to me, dear Souji. Fond ones," she finally said, smiling warmly at him.
((OOC Comment: ...I forgot to ask. How old is Souji here? Ishtar would prefer 18+.))
((Souji's 18 by the time I play him from, and honestly with how I play him, the vagaries of SMT art style, and the fact that this is an AU scenario for him, he could almost as easily be in his 20's.))
Souji returns the smile in his usual reserved way. "I'm honored to hear that," he says, equally honored that an impulsive statement from him could make a Goddess of Love blush.
He looks more solemnly out over the enemy army, though he doesn't let Ishtar's hand go yet. "Speaking as a mortal though, I would like to live a little longer and express my feelings a little more thoroughly. Do you have any plans for this sort of situation?"
For a time, Ishtar didn't answer. The moment, funnily enough, seemed wrong for what she had in mind. This seemed a time for contemplation, a calm before the storm.
Of course, by the time the storm came, there would be no time for talking.
"I do...one last plan. I will need your help for it, though I doubt you would refuse. Before I continue, might I ask what you know of me?"
Among the forces that had sided with Ishtar a certain multi-colored being, Dionysus started to approach the front line. He was just as injured as anyone else, but with how his skin was no one could really tell if he was wounded or if that was just some random blotch of red on his body.
"That's a tad melodramatic to say," the Greek muttered and rolled his shoulders as he stared at this opposing force.
[[ooc: Well I hope you don't mind a fellow "wish there was more art of this one" smt demon player]]
"I hope you're right," she murmured, deciding not to make the obvious joke about Dionysus commenting on melodrama. Right now, though, staring the army down, she wasn't sure he was. Summoning her dwindling powers, she sent forth healing magic, renewing her allies' bodies for the likely beating yet to come. Not much left...and those four oni leaders made fighting with magic a little tricky. She wouldn't have had problems...had they not decided to just grind her and her forces down by sheer weight of numbers.
Smiling somewhat fiercely, she spoke once more, flicking her eyes to her fellow deity. "I thank you for your companionship, however. Even if we fall here...I wouldn't object to being by your side."
Being melodramatic and liking melodrama are two very different things. He smirked, not one to back down from a good challenge, not when he had better challenges to see to. Like how many of those supporters can he wrangle away from Ishtar for a few hours. Party's no fun if everyone's dead after all.
"What a kind thing to say, here's to hoping we don't fall then," he says this and grabs her by a horn, dragging her in for a quick kiss before letting go. He glares over at the oni, "Let's show the brutes how to have some fun, eh?"
Her train of thought abruptly derailed at the kiss, soon racing with a sudden thought that had been pushed out of her mind by pain, dread, and desperation. Touching her lips as he drew back, she paused for a second before grabbing his arm and pulling him into another kiss.
"Yes...fun will help us indeed," she whispered, her hand hurriedly fumbling at his underwear. "Unite with me as we fight. Hurry!"
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Accordingly, the summoner forwardly takes his goddess-general's hand and looks into her eyes. "No matter what happens, I have no regrets as long as I'm with you," he declares, softly.
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She definitely wasn't expecting that. The taciturn young man in front of her had been such a great help for their cause, yet she knew almost nothing about him, aside from his considerable talents as a summoner. There were flashes of hidden depths shining through here and there, granted...but nothing even vaguely suggesting this. Not that she minded - he was handsome and kind, and if nothing else, she was certainly flattered.
"...You bring old memories back to me, dear Souji. Fond ones," she finally said, smiling warmly at him.
((OOC Comment: ...I forgot to ask. How old is Souji here? Ishtar would prefer 18+.))
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Souji returns the smile in his usual reserved way. "I'm honored to hear that," he says, equally honored that an impulsive statement from him could make a Goddess of Love blush.
He looks more solemnly out over the enemy army, though he doesn't let Ishtar's hand go yet. "Speaking as a mortal though, I would like to live a little longer and express my feelings a little more thoroughly. Do you have any plans for this sort of situation?"
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For a time, Ishtar didn't answer. The moment, funnily enough, seemed wrong for what she had in mind. This seemed a time for contemplation, a calm before the storm.
Of course, by the time the storm came, there would be no time for talking.
"I do...one last plan. I will need your help for it, though I doubt you would refuse. Before I continue, might I ask what you know of me?"
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"That's a tad melodramatic to say," the Greek muttered and rolled his shoulders as he stared at this opposing force.
[[ooc: Well I hope you don't mind a fellow "wish there was more art of this one" smt demon player]]
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"I hope you're right," she murmured, deciding not to make the obvious joke about Dionysus commenting on melodrama. Right now, though, staring the army down, she wasn't sure he was. Summoning her dwindling powers, she sent forth healing magic, renewing her allies' bodies for the likely beating yet to come. Not much left...and those four oni leaders made fighting with magic a little tricky. She wouldn't have had problems...had they not decided to just grind her and her forces down by sheer weight of numbers.
Smiling somewhat fiercely, she spoke once more, flicking her eyes to her fellow deity. "I thank you for your companionship, however. Even if we fall here...I wouldn't object to being by your side."
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"What a kind thing to say, here's to hoping we don't fall then," he says this and grabs her by a horn, dragging her in for a quick kiss before letting go. He glares over at the oni, "Let's show the brutes how to have some fun, eh?"
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"Yes...fun will help us indeed," she whispered, her hand hurriedly fumbling at his underwear. "Unite with me as we fight. Hurry!"
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