Karasu

Anonymous asked: What types of music do you enjoy? Do you have an aviary in one of your hideouts? Do you have personal servants, ones that aren't necessarily used for sex but perhaps for the more mundane things like cleaning? Have you ever watched human television?

“I am not overly fond of music. I do not keep pets—at least,” I added with a wicked grin, “conventional ones. I clean hideouts myself, usually; or force a toy to clean. In Sakyo’s mansion he has battalions of maids, so when he and Toguro exchange services, I can always bully one into cleaning my hideaways.”

“As for the television, it is a testament to my boredom in your world that I have occasionally been driven to watch it. I only ever watch horror, and that, rarely. Two I’ve seen recently were Korean things called Coma, and Dead Friend. They were playing on one of the movie channels the television Sakyo provided me with runs.”

Anonymous asked: Do you kill everything you play with? Is there nothing or no one that you have let lived after the fun has ended?

“There are plenty who I haven’t loved enough to kill, or who I’ve played with and left alive, for one reason or another. I do so prefer the killings, though.”

Anonymous asked: Would you ever let someone tour your house? Would you ever adopt someone in the future and raised them as your very own? Though, I wonder if you would commit to something that long and with such care without breaking it in the process

“I have hideouts, plural. I believe the whole point of a hideout is that it’s hidden.”

I wondered how to respond to the second one. “You—want me—to adopt a child?” I cackled. “That is a cruelty I couldn’t match on my best day. Children are nasty dirty things. The only possible reason I would adopt one would be—well.” I grinned, sharp-toothed. “If they seemed to resemble an attractive father. And even then, toys are much easier to acquire, and it takes far too much time to raise a boy brainwashed and have to wait for their limbs to fill out than to steal or buy one ripe for the picking. Now, I ask again,” my voice purred, “you want me to adopt a child?”

Anonymous asked: Karasu, what monster from human lore do you think you are most like? Which one do you like the most?

“You say monster. Perhaps to ningen we are. I am a being from human lore, you see. Tales of the Crow Tengu, my brethren, are still told in folktales all across the islands of Japan. And, in that same vein,” I grinned, though all they could see of it was my eyes curving above my mask, “my favorite monster is the seductive kitsune, the huli jing, the kumiho—for now, at least. Some have called them creatures of the incubi and succubi. Certainly, fox spirit and unfettered sexuality go hand in hand. An interesting notion, no? Bedding giving a kitsune his strength? Might be worth the lost years of life,” I muttered to myself, and casually left the anonymous there to find a pleasant place to ponder.

Anonymous asked: do you ever feel lonely?

I sneered. “For what, or whom? There is no one I care to be around, but for my toys and occasional colleagues, like Bui. And I am no needy child who cannot go an hour without seeing another being’s face.”

Anonymous asked: other beings you've been obssessed with before Kurama? the most memorable one?

“I’ve had many. The first, the wind demon, was an especial favorite. I’ve killed so many, now, it’s hard to keep the spark of creativity alive. Kurama is the closest I’ve come to feeling that euphoria in ages.”

Anonymous asked: How did you meet Bui?

“It was a long time ago,” I said vaguely.

ladyphoenix7777 asked: What would happen if you and Eric/The Phantom (from Phantom of the Opera) were to ever cross paths? I'd keep thinking you guys would either trade the secrets of your trade (murder and stalking OBVIOUSLY unobtainable and uninterested love interests), or you'd you 2 would just nod and say "I respect your work. Keep it up."

“I do not know this Phantom,” I drawled, bored. “Tell me more about him.”

wallop-the-trollop asked: Oh.. Oh my, I've walked into something naughty! [Perhaps I should leave for extended periods of time more often] Do you mind if I watch? :D

I gave her barely a glance. “Get out, foolish one. This is not a place for you to be, not tonight.”

Anonymous asked: I couldn't help it. Danger was sexy, and his volatile nature just turned me on. Subconsciously, I arched into the hand that hovered so close. “Fuck is a wonderful word.” I breathed. “So rough and hard. I've been turned on by you the first moment I heard about your entrance to the Dark Tournament. Filthy guards, trying to keep you out. Fucking meaningless trash. Not like you."

I chuckled hollowly. “The world is nothing but trash and toys; you’ll learn that soon enough.”

I glanced around at the solitary night enfolding us, comforting as a blanket, or a womb; the quiet stifling of noise, making our words hushed, though still harsh.

I gave her another polite flash of teeth. This was a good night for a kill.