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17 / male / interested in: men / 6♠

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My Self-Summary

Prior to arriving here, I was a new demon applying myself to learn everything I could about Hell and its rules as well as demons and the games that they play among one another. Prior to that, I was human—a student in school.

Anything else you want to know about me, you will have to ask me yourself.

My Future Plans

Regardless of whether I’m here or in Hell, my goal is the same: I want to learn everything I can about this place and its people, and then I want to utilize the rules and rewards of the Game to best benefit myself. I want to discover what it means to become “powerful” in this place, and I plan on collecting cards and climbing ranks in order to do so—and on my own terms.

My Talents

Determination and adaptability.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I’m interested in anything thrilling, frightening, or mysterious. Beyond that, I’m willing to try any number of new things, though I typically tend to focus on whatever is capturing my interest at the time. As for food, I would say that my sweet tooth is comparatively underdeveloped—I tend to prefer savory food, though I would be happy to share sweets with another.

My Ideal Partner

What’s most important to me is that it’s someone who accepts me and loves me for everything that I am.

…Though, if he’s attractive, that would certainly be a bonus.

Height 5’5” / 165 cm Body Type SLENDER Smokes INFREQUENTLY Drinks INFREQUENTLY Drugs NO Sign Libra Education PARTIAL HIGH SCHOOL, TUTORED, PRACTICAL Occupation None Presently Income None Presently Children NO Pets NO Hobbies Learning new things

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

…Neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Seriously? Neither. This is kind of childish…

.05 TITS OR ASS

Depends

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Either

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Both have their place, I think…

Personality Type
INTJ-T

ENERGY

91%

introverted

MIND

62%

intuitive

NATURE

73%

thinking

TACTICS

56%

judging

IDENTITY

85%

turbulent

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[extramortem]

( considering the type of work he was doing, the temptation to use alcohol as a crutch had certainly been a present one. but he had resisted it. it had seemed like a slippery slope to him. he needed to remain clear-headed and determined, even through the less-than-flattering or enjoyable parts. )

Hmm…

( he thinks back to the last few things he’s tried. )

The cocktails I’ve tried are pretty good… but they’re strong, so that’s a bit dangerous. I didn’t really enjoy the red wine that I was given, but sake was a bit easier to drink. Other than that… not really.

( he’s been told they’re acquired tastes, but he has to wonder, will he grow to “acquire” those tastes when he’s not even technically aging anymore? a few months into his life-after-death, a lot of those peculiarities haven’t really made themselves known to him yet. )

Any idea what you want to get?

[belheir]

They'd probably knock me on my ass then, since I've never drank.

[He at least has good humour about that. Maybe it wouldn't effect him so much now that he's a demon, but he's not exactly willing to dip his toes into drinking just yet.

Maybe some other time, when he's a little more comfortable, a little more confident.]

I'm not really sure what to get, honestly. It all looks pretty good. Do you think maybe I should try something I've never had before? Or stick with what I know?

[extramortem]

( he smiles deviously, a thing that spreads across his lips, slick as vaseline, and seems to have far too many teeth. )

Yeah. You’d definitely be a mess after one. Maybe two.

( though, who knows… maybe being the king of demons gives you a stronger constitution than that, even if kazuya is basically as twinky as makoto is?

he isn’t sure how he feels about making that decision for kazuya. ) Depends on what you want right now. Do you feel like you want to try something new? ( sometimes you have to be in the right space for something like that. as for makoto, ) The food in the Hell that I’m from… the vast majority of it is really different from Japanese food. There’s been a lot of things I’ve been missing from home, so… personally I think I’m going to go with something like that.

( absolutely none of this conversation can be applied to subjects other than food, nope, absolutely not )

[belheir]

[He gives a contemplative hum as Makoto speaks, and considers what he says. It's... been awhile since he's had regular Japanese food, so the thought isn't terrible, and the taste of home is something he thinks he'd definitely care for, so...]

I think you're right. On both counts. One that I'd be an absolute mess, and you'd have to drag me back to my room, which would just be awkward for both of us, and two, that a taste of home would be kinda nice.

[He drums his fingers on the table a little, considering.]

Maybe something like yakitori? Or maybe okonomiyaki....

[extramortem]

That would be pretty embarrassing, for a demon king to have to be drug around like that…

( especially by a “minor demon underling” like makoto was.

he hadn’t been planning on ordering either, but as he brings them up… yeah. he could really go for either. )

Only if you don’t mind sharing a little bit. ( he pauses for just a moment. scanning the menu, there’s still something that jumps out to him as what he wants after several months not being able to get anything much like it. even if he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to finish it… didn’t the proprietress of this place get really mad if you don’t finish the food? )

I really want gyudon… ( with the egg and everything… )

[belheir]

... Gyudon sounds really good too.

[The problem is that he EATS LIKE A BIRD. He doesn't have the endless stomach that the rest of the Atlus protagonists do...]

Wanna share, maybe? Then we can both have some of each?

[Kazuya, unfortunately, has no clue about the proprietress getting mad if you don't finish the food. He has no clue the New Hell that awaits him and his unfortunately poor eating habits...]

[extramortem]

( kazuya?? what the hell? and you call yourself a smt protagonist??

he at least proposes a pretty good solution, though. makoto brightens up to it, nodding. ) Yeah, I think that would work. ( that would let them order a few things they wanted and try everything and hopefully finish all of the plates? he’d heard grumbling from some other folks who’d come here for the new year’s meal that they were forced to wash dishes for a while when they couldn’t eat all the food. he’d really rather avoid a fate like that…

the server stops by the table soon afterward, and makoto orders the gyudon as well as some hot tea—which kazuya is welcome to share, unless he wanted to order some other sort of drink. when the other teen’s made his choices from the menu, the server departs, and makoto is quiet for a few moments before he asks. )

Have you decided what movie you want to watch?

( makoto, of course, has no real opinion about what they watch. movies had never really been his thing. )

[belheir]

[He's definitely fine with tea, so sharing that isn't terrible, or anything. In fact, he's kind of surprised, considering they were just talking about cocktails, but in the end, he's relieved. Gin won't be kicking his ass today.]

Not really. I was trying to decide what would be the most appropriate kind of movie for a date. I mean, horror, sure, because you always see couples clinging to each other watching horror movies, but maybe an action movie would be more interesting?

[He can't decide....]

Are there any movie genres you prefer?

[extramortem]

( he'd just been curious! it's not like he wants to get sloshed on their little "date." honestly, if he had gone that route, he believes kazuya would've been well within his rights to be offended; in makoto's mind, you only really cloud yourself with alcohol to take the edges off being with someone you'd rather not be.

he doesn't have any such issue spending time with kazuya.

he snickers. ) "Appropriate"...

( well... there's a huge swath of movies that would be "appropriate" for a date with basically any normal person.

and then there's makoto, who isn't normal at all. because he doesn't really want to hurt kazuya's feelings, he tries to modulate his response, though perhaps there's the tiniest bit of sourness to at least the latter offering. really, kazuya, an action movie? absolutely not. and anything even half-way rom-com-adjacent will probably cause his brain to start dripping, semi-liquified, out of his ears. )

We're a "couple" now, huh? ( he's teasing him in order to buy time. he takes in a breath, sighing through his nose. ) I wasn't much of a movie buff when I was still human... But maybe a horror movie or something like a crime thriller would be interesting? ( yes, these were the only types of things he actually did bother to watch, though maybe he should be careful. too much blood and gore and he might have to explain why he's getting a little antsy? (either that, or he'll end up really peeved at how fake it ended up looking??) sigh im sorry he's like this )

[belheir]

[ Kazuya goes a little red as he laughs. Not embarrassed, but a little endeared as Makoto calls him out on his phrasing. No, they're not a couple, so he probably could have chosen his words a little better.

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, but good mannered all the same. The stalling definitely works. ]

It's alright. To not be a big movie buff. I mean, I went... not often, but often enough, I guess? Usually if there was a movie one of my friends wanted to see. One of them is way too into action movies, and the other is way more into rom-coms.

[ As for him, well... He's more in it for the company than the movie, in most, but not all situations. There's been a good few that have grabbed his attention and kept it. ]

I kinda don't have too much of a preference myself. So if those are your go-to genres, we can try and find a place showing them?

[extramortem]

( makoto smiles a little too sweetly. ah, kazuya, you’re entirely too easy to tease… )

I see.

( what a good friend. maybe that’s why makoto had never managed to make or maintain them—he certainly wouldn’t have been able to subject himself to one or two action movies or rom-coms, let alone a semi-regular occurrence of going to see them.

(but, yeah, I mean, we know that’s not anywhere close to the actual reasons he had no friends. anyways.)

he can’t help but laugh. ) You’re the one that wanted to watch a movie! ( he’s not saying it harshly—as far as date activities go, there are surely worse to be found in the resort—but he thinks it’s a little ironic that kazuya’s own opinions on the matter are so watery. ) Yeah, we can see if there’s something like that around here.

( given the resort’s particular prerogative, he gets the sense they’re more interested in artificially creating a “netflix and chill” environment than actually letting people enjoy the artistry of film, though… )

[belheir]

I know! I know. [He laughs too, because yeah. He had wanted to watch a movie, but honestly he's never really the one who gets to pick, so making that kind of decision is hard! Especially when he doesn't know too much about Makoto or his interests yet.

He'll learn them, in time. Slowly, maybe, but he'll learn them all the same, since he's so eager to have this connection with someone who'd gone through the same thing he had, somewhat.]

Do you think it'll be more focused on sex, considering this place?

[Even if it's a horror or thriller movie... For some reason, he really just can't trust this place to be normal.]

[extramortem]

( yes, and maybe it’s for the best if he doesn’t learn what makoto’s interests are? has he ever considered that learning that particular thing about makoto might be a little more than he bargained for?

the server arrives with the pot of hot tea and two cups, though blessedly they did so after the question kazuya asked. makoto smiles at them genially and thanks them before they leave; he considers the answer with a wry smile impressed on his face as he takes the initiative to go ahead and fill both cups, setting the pot down and taking his own afterward. )

It wouldn’t surprise me. ( he traces designs in the smooth porcelain with the pad of his forefinger. steam from the hot tea wafts up toward his face. ) Those… books and games and things they wanted us to play earlier? You should’ve seen some of the ones I looked through.

( that bizarre version of cluedo he’d played with stiles had been particularly striking… though also pretty funny, admittedly. )

[belheir]

[No, because Makoto at least hasn't murdered anyone. As far as he knows. But also, he's friends with someone who definitely has frequent murderer flier points.

Kazuya busies himself with his tea, though the hot drink nearly gets spat out as Makoto mentions the books and games from that whole thing they'd made people go to.

Oh yeah. How could he forget?

He swallows hard, has to pound his chest as the sensation of hot tea gets stuck in his throat painfully, but at least Makoto isn't wearing it.]

I'm... aware.

[He half coughs, half wheezes out.]

[extramortem]

( no, he hasn’t murdered anyone. and, even now made inhuman and into an unholy demon, he doesn’t really want to. he thinks, perhaps, if he ever tries to learn the demon’s trade and contract with humans, he might—but that was different, right? any human who contracts with a demon knows that their soul will be forfeit at its completion. it feels distinctly different from taking a life that was desperate and unwilling.

regardless, kazuya might as well have lit up a blinking neon sign that there is a story to be told here with that reaction. he delicately sips his tea before setting his cup down on the table, leaning forward so he can rest an elbow on its surface, chin resting in his palm. )

Kazuya…

( his expression is almost angelic. which means kazuya should be very scared. )

Do you have something you want to share?

[belheir]

[ Well, there's no covering that up. He turns his head, beats his chest a little more to clear it, as if it'd help clear the awkward feeling too. ]

I got drugged. Again. Found out some interesting stuff about me too, that I had absolutely no clue about.

[ He doesn't sound entitely enthused, but he is going to take a proper drink of his tea this time before he continues.]

I've got a pair of wings, funnily enough. Or I guess I can make some appear. Same with having fangs and sharp teeth.

[extramortem]

( … )

Why does this keep happening to you?

( yeah, yak, why

though the fiendish glee in his expression slowly curdles into something surprised, curious, somewhat envious, and then downright irritated as he continues. minegishi kazuya, are you daring to take a grousing tone with him when talking about how you’ve just recently discovered you have some demon characteristics you didn’t even know about beforehand?? it’s a good thing makoto’s not holding his tea cup right now because he might have shattered it in his hand. as it is, his knuckles are white as he grips the side of the table. )

Oh. You poor thing. ( his sarcasm is scathing; he sits back in his own seat, crossing his arms and tossing his head to one side, expression scrunched into something sour. ) How terrible that you have some demon qualities that you can make appear. How troublesome! And here I am, having been told I would be given nothing of the sort.

( yes, he’s being bitter and shitty and he’s aware of it. but, like, come on, man. )

[belheir]

[because its funny and i like to see him suffer.

Kazuya watches his expression twist, not quite catching on until he speaks as to why. And through it all, Kazuya just sits there, bewildered at the fact that Makoto is upset that he can make his demonic qualities appear whenever he pleases (apparently), and that he gets nothing to his name to confirm what he is.

He places his hands on the table, and leans in like this is an incredibly serious matter, because it is. It's something that he finds obnoxious, but that Makoto seems to desperately want, to the point of scathing envy.]

... Do you want them?

[He's being incredibly serious, because between the two of them, surely they could figure something out. Makoto is a demon, and Kazuya knows that technically two demons can fuse together, but he wonders if maybe... Parts can be used instead. An idea that comes from the fact that Makoto's head is sewn onto his body.]

[extramortem]

( his attention is tugged back to kazuya as he puts his hands on the table to lean in closer to him, whispering with such conspiratorial furtiveness that he at first believes that this is some sort of joke. but the moment overstays its welcome, and makoto slowly starts to piece together from his knowledge of kazuya up unto this point that he’s… being entirely serious. makoto’s eyes narrow. when he had asked J about this exact thing—about how he had thought that, if he were to be a demon, he might have horns or wings or a tail or something like that—the older demon had laughed scornfully at him before telling him that, no, he wouldn’t be given any. any he would have, he would have to obtain for himself.

he had never really explained how. makoto had taken it as a staunch refusal, not yet understanding exactly how his body works. he still doesn’t. )

What do you mean, ( he ventures, tone of voice still low and cutting, perhaps implying that if this were somehow a joke or was perhaps something kazuya was just offering half-heartedly, then that wouldn’t be well-received at all, ) Are you offering to tear them off and give them to me?

sharp claws* up there bc im dumb as hell

[belheir]

... I don't think I can tear them off. [As if in point, he kind of reaches behind him to.... Little effect. He's just not flexible enough to do something like that, but:]

Demons where I'm from can fuse with each other. And... I was kind of thinking about how your head is sewn on? I don't know if it's possible, but I'd be willing to try.

[Anything, anything to retain some semblance of having a normal body. There's nothing he wants more, and as closer as he can get to his perceived "normal", the better he'll feel about the entire thing.

Even if in his heart, he knows that even if Makoto ripped those wings off, he'd undoubtedly regenerate and heal from it.]

[extramortem]

( he looks… disappointed at that. yeah, he looks disappointed that kazuya can’t just tear off his own wings for him. weirdo. )

I don’t know… I haven’t heard of any sort of, “fusion” like that where I’m from.

( except for, like, sex? vore?? but he’s pretty sure that’s not what kazuya is talking about. )

And if you can’t tear them off, it’s not like I’m going to be able to do it. Well, ( here he leans forward to put his elbows on the table, forearms crossed in front of him as he thinks it over, ) not unless I’m able to—steal a knife from a kitchen or something. I haven’t really seen anything like that available anywhere otherwise.

( yes. yes, he has been looking.

but he’s slowly emerging from a brief submersion into that possibility space. he refocuses his bright, sharp gaze on kazuya, analytical. appraising. )

…You think I’d just be able to sew them on? ( his voice is lightly incredulous, but… he’s never tried. he does by this point know his body heals quickly, so long as he’s able to sew up any wounds he sustains. and J had specifically said he would have to “get them himself,” even if he hadn’t gone into details.

there’s a longer pause, and then perhaps the more pertinent question: ) And you’d just be okay with me… doing that to you?

[belheir]

[Maybe if he spends more time in peacock he'll learn to be a little more flexible. Until then, someone else is going to have to do it.]

That's what I was thinking. A knife, or something sharp. There's some demons with weapons I could summon... Maybe a sword? An axe? Either way, I could probably get them to give you it.

[That's the plan, anyway. The plan that is rapidly forming in his head. It's not a good one. Haphazard at best, really, but he continues on anyway, though his voice is far from frantic it is a little... Eager?]

And... I thought so. Maybe? Or.. Maybe if you try hard enough, they could fuse to you? I'm not really sure how fusion in general works, since... I was only ever the one fusing demons together and not the one being fused.

[And to his question, Kazuya pulls back a little, seemingly finding himself again. Would... he be alright with letting Makoto do that to him? To mutilate his body on the off chance that maybe those wings would never appear again?

It's not that he likes being in pain, really. And something like that would probably be incredibly painful, which is enough to get him to slow his roll.]

I... think so? Maybe. I mean, I'm the one that suggested it, so at least part of me has to be alright with it.

[extramortem]

( right. makoto forgets that kazuya can just summon demons, or something like that. he’s certain he’s mentioned it before, though he’s never seen him do it. if it works, he supposes that would be one way to find a weapon in this place, though the whole concept is still… it’s weird, kazuya. it’s really weird, to propose summoning one of your little demons to give makoto a knife or a sword or an axe or whatever for the express purpose of mutilating you.

and you know it’s weird when makoto thinks it’s weird. )

I… I’ve never tried something like that before.

( he has, by force of necessity, learned how to suture the wound around his neck; he’s also gotten pretty good at applying what he’d learned there to other wounds as well. he knows from that experience that he could figure it out, he at least has the skill, but… would it actually do anything?

as for kazuya’s proposal about the “fusion”… makoto shrinks back a little bit in his seat, looking concerned. )

I don’t know… if I really want to try anything like that. ( how—does he even put something like this into words? i mean, it seems natural not to really want to fuse oneself with entities they don’t really understand, but, ) It seems different than just—putting something on me. That… Would something else then be mixed up into me? Would I, be… any less—myself? I…

( he turns his head, looking away. he catches his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before shaking his head.

it’s his halting answer to perhaps the most pertinent question here that drags makoto’s attention back to him, though it’s just his gaze; he looks at him sidelong out of the corner of his eyes, still uncomfortable-looking where he sits with his back against the backing of his chair, arms tightly crossed, face half-turned away. ) Part of you isn’t good enough. ( his tone is cutting, but in a way that’s very characteristic of makoto, it’s him… caring, in his own weird way. ) With what you’re asking me to do… I won’t accept anything less than full confidence that you’re okay with it, that this is what you want. ( something difficult to define softens in his expression, and he continues in a lower tone, ) It’s not like I need wings or anything. ( “especially not if it’s at potential great cost to either you or our friendship,” seems to be the unspoken undercurrent. )

[belheir]

[Actually, Makoto poses a good question. What would happen then, if they were to fuse by his own worlds rules? They'd become a new being, certainly, but what kind?

... It doesn't really matter. Makoto is right, in that in theory, or at least from his admittedly limited understanding of it. But... Would it be the same with part of him? It's not like his consciousness is in his wings, after all, and he frowns as he thinks about it, turns over the idea in his head.

At the same time, absorbing Beldr's power had changed him, however slightly. And that change had only grown with each of the Be's he'd consumed, though at the end of that all, he had still been him. He was still Kazuya Minegishi, despite Babel. Despite Naoya. Despite Remiel and Metatron.

He'd like to think that it'd be the same for Makoto too, since it'd be a piece of him, and not his very being.

The line of thinking is interrupted too, by Makoto speaking again, by him so vehemently telling him "No", that he wouldn't do it without it being something that he wants, and the notion of that kind of throws him a little, and he goes slack in his seat.

Is it something he wants? Or is it something that he wants to do to make Makoto... Maybe not happy, but at least to help him out a little? He's made choices in the past, always with other people in mind. It's the same situation here.

Naoya had called him his pawn, once. And honestly, he didn't mind. Doesn't mind being used by other people, so long as it's people he likes. How weird is that?]

I... don't know. [He shifts a little in his seat.] To both of the things you said. I don't feel like anything would be mixed into you, but I also don't really know, since my case is pretty unique to all demon-kind where I'm from. And then... I'm not sure if it's something I want to do, or something I want to do for you.

[There's a difference there, however slight. An incredibly messy situation.]

[extramortem]

( most people fear death, or at the very least they fear the concept of cessation, of nothing, of some sort of divine judgment—even makoto, who had once been so disillusioned with his own life that he had summoned a demon knowing it would cost him his soul, had drug his heels at the end. it’s natural to fear something beyond knowing. but having had his death denied to him, having been instead given eternal life against his will… there are different things to fear. cessation can be relief, for some. now, chained to an immortal existence so long as his name is known, so long as it is spoken (and considering how many demons know it and can speak it, that’s probably a very, very long time), he has touched on more far-flung and altogether more terrifying fears.

fear of eternity, fear of abandonment. it had yawned wide, an open wound in his soul, when J had offhandedly offered to datenshou to dismember him and toss him aside in his storehouse, should he prove useless in his establishment. what horror would it be like, to sit immobile and powerless, gathering dust and unable to die until everyone who remembered you one day forgot?

fear of losing himself—

“himself” is all he has left. he fears becoming someone he doesn’t recognize. that, in and of itself, would be a “death,” and not even one that would offer relief.

it’s not an easy topic of conversation for either of them. it’s a path barely cut from the wild of the wood, overgrown with thorns and clouded by the unknown. it had been an offhanded offer, and it’s only characteristic of makoto to overthink it, to anguish over all the different angles and possibilities. looking at kazuya’s face as he replies, he realizes that, in doing so, he’d infected the other young man with the same.

there’s a long pause, but it’s one he breaks by turning back toward his friend, mustering a smile. perhaps it’s a little forced, at first, but it gets more and more genuine the more he speaks. ) Hey. It’s not something we have to get hung up on now. The fact that you offered, that you would do something like that for me… ( fellas, you ever blush a little bit because a guy offered to self-mutilate for your benefit? ) It’s not really what I expected to be offered on a first date, but—thank you.

( and it’s right about then that the food arrives—thankfully at a point where the sever didn’t overhear them talking about how they would potentially cut body parts off of kazuya! (or maybe they did overheard and just aren’t letting on.) )