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Rating; PG-13
Characters; Emil Castagnier [

emiltastic ] & Setsuna F. Seiei [

denyinurgod ]
Summary; the Knight of Ratatosk gives Setsuna a lesson in ~~catching Pokemon~~ making friends with monsters.♥
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Shifting his weight a bit, Emil eyed the wide and dense expanse of shrubbery and trees before him with some apprehension. He'd gotten lost in Xanadu too, what's to stop him from getting lost here? All-in-all, he was beginning to, well, regret his promise to Setsuna... just a bit. Maybe he'd been selfish? After all, it wasn't like he was the one who usually did the fighting and pact-maki-- well, it used to be him but lately, whenever he went into Ratatosk mode, it was like sinking into a depth of nothingness. It was like he really was becoming another person.

He sighed dejectedly, for a moment as he completely forgot about his companion. When he did realize that he wasn't quite alone, however, he mentally berated himself and turned to give Setsuna a reassuring smile. Even if, honestly, that smile was more to reassure himself than the other person...

"U-um, so I guess we look for a monster..." he said finally, "But, well... there's something I probably should tell you about."

He paused for a moment and then continued, scratching his head a bit in a way to alleviate his anxiety. "I kind of... well, I sort of become different when I fight so... don't be surprised, okay?"

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Admittedly, Setsuna did not think it was the best idea to attempt searching for friendly monsters in such a place as the City (if such kinds of monsters ever existed at all). But Emil had sounded determined over the Network, and it was not as if he had anything else to do. Additionally, it might prove useful, whatever happens today, and Tieria would then have further information regarding the City to analyze.

And if not, then at least he assured himself of Emil's safety by being present. He was not going to allow a child to attempt such a stunt on his own.

He glanced down at Emil. "Different?"

Emil was all ready to explain, to the best of his abilities, when the dark unknown engulfed his consciousness. On the outside, he appeared to blink only, before those normally green eyes were replaced with blazing reds.

"Different," Emil clarified in a deeper, more confident tone. He sneered - it was just like his normal self to indulge other people's curiosity like this - and then unsheathed the sword he kept strapped to his back. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood to do some useless fighting. Itching, actually. This damn place," he paused and sniffed in a display of disgust for the City. It was too many damn things already; it was keeping him from killing that bastard Richter already, keeping him from protecting Marta, keeping him-- it made his anger boil. Dilly-dallying wasn't something he wanted to do. "Hn-- a pact. Might as well do my job before heading back-- you watch closely if you want, but I'm not gonna do an extra job of protecting you." The Ratatosk Mode Emil emphasized this by pointing his blade briefly at Setsuna, and then sauntering off in search of a monster to exercise his job as a Knight of Ratatosk with.

Setsuna blinked. What had just happened?

But then Emil started charging towards the forest, and so he quickly drew out his gun from behind him, almost as a reflex, and chased after the child.

"H-Hold on!" His brows furrowed and he grit his teeth as he ran.

This other Emil didn't care for the tag-along his other self had imposed on him. In the end, that weakling of a mirror self only saw him as a way to hide away from fighting and this moment was no different. Emil had thoughtlessly offered to exhibit his abilities-- but hah, the Ratatosk Mode could only laugh derisively at the thought. It was his, the so-called Ratatosk Mode's, abilities. The one who fought all their battles and tore a pathway for both of them throughout their journey wasn't the weakling, it was him.

Emil came to an abrupt halt when he caught a movement at the edge of his eye. There, he thought with some predatory glee, and launched himself at its direction. It was a monster, all right; dark and partially submerged in a foggy haze. He'd never seen a monster like that before, but who cared? At least, from the looks of it, it was darkness elemental. Tenebrae's would-be minion. At first, it was Tenebrae who did all the pact-making and chose the right elemental spells to make the pact work, but while his other self never picked up on this aspect of the pact-making, he certainly did. It was the only reason they were able to continue gathering monsters when Tenebrae was forced back into his core form.

And then he attacked.

Running after the boy he could do fairly easily, as he was a quick runner, and the change in temperament (or personality? he wasn't entirely sure) he had seen before, in one of his own comrades. But the abrupt halt and sudden attack on a strange monster he had not yet seen caused him to quickly raise his gun in the direction of the monster as soon as he spotted it.

"Be careful!" he cried out as he fired twice.

But the Ratatosk Mode Emil paid him no heed, focusing instead on making a glorious display of his elementally-charged swordsmanship. "Light Spear Cannon!" he finished off by throwing the monster in the air and then thrusting upwards with his sword. The monster fell to the ground with a tiny howl of pain, surrounded by unnaturally purple clouds.

Emil looked down at it with indifference then, making a quick mental note of which pact spell to use. He obviously didn't have any monsters to help him here, and it was like beginning all over again. Would it work, he wondered? Hmph. He might as well just give it a shot.

Setsuna's eyes widened as he watched Emil battle against the monster. Another fighting technique from a world with major differences from his. He watched as the monster fell.

And then he blinked. Purple clouds? An after-effect of the attack, perhaps? He wasn't sure, but Emil seemed capable enough of handling the monster; regardless, he must not hold down his guard. His gun remained drawn in case of any sudden attack.

A circle of light, filled with unknown symbols appeared on the ground beneath Emil and the monster. At least, that's how it would've looked to an outsider. While Emil didn't understand the writings that made up the pact emblem, there'd always been that distant comfort that he knew what each of those symbols stood for. There was never a curiosity for him. He couldn't say the same for his other self. He was sure.

The pact itself took a mere few minutes, and while the monster resisted - as they usually did - it was clear just who was the boss. Him, of course.

It didn't take long before the monster was lapping at his hand like an obedient dog. Despite the comparison though, Emil held no discrimination towards the monster like a normal human would have. Sometimes... humans were worse than monsters.

Despite his initial judgment of monsters as malicious creatures, he couldn't help but feel a little horrified at the scene that unfolded before him. How Emil had ruthlessly attacked the monster, its struggle as it was caught, and then its hopeless submission to the very person who initiated the attack on it...

He despised it.

"That is how you create non-hostile monsters?" He tried to keep his voice steady, but one could easily have caught a hint of rage.

Ratatosk Mode Emil couldn't care much about the rage he might have inspired in the older man. He shrugged, gave the monster a tiny pat on its head, before sheathing his weapon. "Some of them aren't hostile to begin with," Emil said with a little sneer, and then shrugged again. "And then some are just stubborn. Satisfied?"

"I can't accept this."

The words escaped his mouth almost instantly, as his brow furrowed and his hand gripped the gun more tightly. Resorting to violence to maintain control, harming others to keep authority over them, especially those who don't even start fights... This wasn't right.

"If this is how you befriend monsters, then I will not stand for it."

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