Charles Patricius

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko was due for a correction that could potentially affect an entire relationship moving forward. Though he doubted any true alterations would come to affect day-to-day life, there was one different outlook Saori deigned to present. Never the old maid, always the big sister, was it? He could get behind that... or under it, on top of it ─ whatever opportunity presented itself. "Hoho? Guess I'll play along, Sœurette Marie. Or maybe... Saori-oneechan?" he asked in a flirty tone that wouldn't quit. In the same moment, there was a greater, purposeful throb within Saori's canal... which she apparently had relaxed. Well, she could have fooled him.

Saori gave a warning for her partner of choice to prepare. Whatever she had in mind, he was at least mentally ready for due to the thrill alone. What was it, though? It seemed there would be a tightening like no other in one final motion. Things between Saori and himself had been primarily physical, but that didn't do justice to what he felt in that moment. No, Kazuhiko was caught in some sort of machine that collapsed around him both physically and spiritually ─ and somewhat mentally. It was a surreal moment that he couldn't register in any aspect right away. As such... "A─... Aa─" A stutter carried on for several seconds, well into the time of Saori's relaxation. In that time, he stopped to retaliate by clenching both of Saori's hips as tightly as possible, all while something mighty welled-up inside. "Hnnagh!" Once it all finally clicked, there was an outburst on two fronts. The incoherent exclamation of Kazu's directly mirrored the veritable cannon misfiring within Saori's womb. How he kept being brought to new heights with such varied partners, Kazu didn't know... but he wouldn't change a thing at this point. "Putain de merde!" he groaned at last.

[Apollymi]

Saori's had made her peace with what she was, and that was fine. In the midst of a morning or dozens of days or years worth of fun... she aimed to be a big sister. Maybe she was a bit bad at the portrayal, but some roles had to be grown into. Still, just like being called sensei at the right time elicited a strange reaction from her, here and now an odd reaction was gained. As both the French and Japanese versions of her name were used and she found herself confused for liking both. "Eh, either works I guess. Don't tease me," she said sounding just a little huffy in the moment. Oh well, she sought a perfect body, everything else would come at some other point.

Something that would be 'coming' as it were right now, was Kazuhiko. She'd warned him of the thing she wanted to try and the reaction she got was... worth waiting for. Her hips were gripped and the lad seemed almost incapable of getting anything out at first. A grin came to her face as she felt an explosion within herself. And said grin would only remain as the man beneath her had a swear to offer in the face of a real squeeze. "Hehehe!~ I might have liked that one a bit too much," she said being relieved. She could finally fully relax. She'd take a few moments to relax before having something to say. "Before we knock on that door though, let me get dressed..." Saori mentioned. She might have gone pretty native but not quite that much. A few moments later she'd extricate herself from Kazuhiko's lap, and begin the job of rummaging through her bag for more appropriate clothing. With most of her tracksuit in tatters, she'd be going for a pair of panties and a bra oddly matching and the same kind of blue as her eyes. And then some tight fitting jeans and a black sweater. She could remain barefoot for a while, but did grab a new pair of socks to slip on in the meantime. She felt quite good at the moment. And she'd given Kazuhiko enough time to right himself before they sauntered up to that door to knock.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko was having quite the experience without even a single sacrifice of time. His natural state could only be grateful for that, but the current form had other things to show its gratitude toward. For starters, he'd confirmed a form of address for Saori in future, less-public moments. "Who's teasing? You signed yourself up for it~" he teased more directly. If Saori wanted to play that role, he'd welcome her to it regardless of the real difference in their ages ─ whatever that actually was.

After an amount of time unknown to both participants, the time of winding down finally encroached. Apparently, his final moments of the session were very much enjoyed ─ perhaps a bit too much. Kazu could say the same, if he wasn't busy basking in the afterglow. Whatever the case, she was soon extricating herself from him and planning to don clothes. Kazu sat up, heaving away, watching the woman walk off. "Turning your back like I won't jump on you again?" he asked. Luckily, Kazu was presently interested in watching the dressing process. Anything else could wait for future encounters; he wasn't the greedy sort. He did begin wondering about something, given the nature of this subspace, but... that thought was quickly tossed aside. Donning his own breeches was an easy task, as they'd never been fully removed. The shirt, he just left open while Saori knocked on that door.

It didn't take a second for the walls of Marisbury's subspace to disappear, revealing the white-haired male standing right in front of Saori. He took a moment to look her up and down, as if curious. "Interesting. Is that where the understanding lies?" he mumbled to no other but himself. "Oh well. Congratulations Hayami-san, Kimura-kun and... have we decided a surname? I hear those are important for humans," he added. Never did Marisbury's work stop. He'd be silently tugging at Saori's womb via magical influence over the subspace, slowly accumulating the segments of Sena's core in the outside world.

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko was still apparently fine with his continued cheeky snark. He made the claim that Saori had signed herself up for what he called her in these sorts of private settings and thus it wasn't teasing. She couldn't help but scoff at him as she continued to do whenever he said something she thought outlandish but couldn't argue against. "Obviously, it's you..." she claimed about the teasing but that wouldn't be the thing to stop her. No she removed herself from bed to get dressed and found herself being watched and she was quite certain of it. As she did this, Kazuhiko made a statement that some could take as a threat or a challenge of some sort. "Are? Are you talking trash, like you aren't a slacker about to lay there and watch me get dressed?" she followed up. She was far too energized and way too aware of her surroundings to fall to anything crazy. Besides that he wasn't really trying to get up immediately. So she dressed in peace as he watched and then... watched him do the same before knocking.

Once that knock happened though they were immediately confronted by the face of Marisbury Animusphere. He had questions but she had no answers given the lack of context. In fact all she could do was furrow her brows and step back to give the man some space. She was far past the point of trying to understand the minds of certain kinds of individuals. Still they were offered congratulations. She supposed that sort of thing was normal when people made babies but it still seemed a little weird, Saori found herself palming the back of her head. "Congratulations for that feel weird," she said to herself. "And we didn't think about it... but it wouldn't really be a problem if she had mine. It'd be easier for me to keep an eye on her that way," Saori concluded. If she came out as old as they wanted, she wouldn't be accused of anything odd, and instead could just be taking custody of a previously unknown family member. Besides, after putting in so much she didn't really like the idea of the girl ended up with a different last name. The strange use of magic also felt odd, but she supposed it was still less uncomfortable than the life of being a girl before now.

[Bloodedge]

The counterargument of Saori was that Kazu was a slacker, and he'd do naught but sit around watching her dress. He was indeed going to watch that process, but Saori's continued claim of slacking in regards to him was beyond the point of disregard. "I am. Are you calling me a slacker like the list of things I've done isn't most of your lifespan?" he countered. At this point in life, that was about the strangest thing he could ever hear from anyone. No matter; Kazu was more interested in the completion of this 'birthing' process.

And lo, Marisbury appeared and... mostly went straight to work. The hesitation he showed in reacting to Saori made Kazuhiko raise a brow. It seemed his theory was correct, and Marisbury was clearly privy to it as well. A moment of eye contact occurred between men, ending with a forefinger held over Marisbury's smiling lips. "Huh," Kazu muttered. "Mystery makes things fun, doesn't it?" Marisbury asked rhetorically. Moving on from there, he received the surname that would be Sena's. Kazuhiko offered no objections. "Hayami Sena ka? It's a good name. Her core is firm and... vibrating. She's ready." As Marisbury said, a magical core that shifted colors between red and purple was solidifying right before everyone's eyes. It would be from that core that Sena appeared whenever her consciousness completed itself. In the meantime, the subspace began to fade, returning the group to the real bedroom in Tenjou Yuuya's home. "And that should be all. The pocket has been dismantled. Every effect involved in its creation should finish fading in the next few minutes ─ including your current state, Kimura-kun."

[Apollymi]

Kazuhiko did exactly as expected, though apparently he took issue with being called a slacker given his entire list of accomplishments. He obviously didn't understand, that slacking wasn't exactly about all the things one did, it was about all the things one didn't do. "Hai, but I don't expect you to get why or anything..." she said in a slightly grandiose fashion. Regardless of these things, there was a child coming into existence with a strange amount of energy which was now the primary focus of someone like Saori. She hadn't thought much before this point about what kind of name the child would have, but technically speaking she fell in line with her family's choices. Whatever the case, the name worked overall and some strange quiet conversation was happening between Kazuhiko and Marisbury. She was less concerned with than than she would be with most things and instead watched that little ball which would become a whole person. According to Marisbury she was ready and would appear when her consciousness was finished.

That little ball would eventually finish as her mind came together. And she would appear initially as a young girl of about fifteen with long purple hair that had three while streaks within the bangs. She had purple eyes and a rather slim figure. Overall she definitely looked like a relative to Saori, though instead of that adult woman's more stern expression she carried a large and happy smile. "Yosh! Freedom!" those were the first words spoken by that particular girl. Well, there were odder things that could have happened.

[Bloodedge]

It didn't matter to Kazuhiko why Saori insisted upon calling him a slacker. He considered all opinions valid on matters of importance, but that particular one didn't make the cut; he knew his own ethic. "Whatever you say, sœurette," he said, waving off the matter as Marisbury completed the task at hand. It wasn't often that the first son of Animusphere got to fiddle with cores so directly. His focus didn't seem laser-sharp throughout the process, but it certainly was. Coming up was a moment his kind were essentially made for. Hayami Sena was born into the material world at last. As the effective doctor delivering said child, Marisbury was the first to gaze upon the lass. "Welcome to the world, Hayami-chan. We've been waiting for you," Marisbury greeted.

Kazuhiko remained physically distant, yet attentive. This girl barely younger than his primary body, was his daughter. There was still something very surreal about a process that cut out all the growth a human would expect of children. Mere seconds of life lived, and she was exclaiming freedom. Well... "Definitely got something from me. Speaking of freedom..." Mid-sentence, Kazu stepped forward. He bent slightly at the waist, planting a hand atop the newborn teen's head. Some things just felt mandatory regardless of all other factors. "If you got the love of card games too, you should come to the shop. Either way, it's probably a good idea to come along for the shopping trip."

[Apollymi]

Saori would be answered in the way that she expected, a bit more snark. But she didn't mention that slip of what she'd claimed she was fine being called in the moment. She cut her eyes in Kazuhiko's direction and turned her nose up. Oddly enough she didn't correct what he called her, because she liked it and instead chose to ignore it outwardly. Of course she would, because acknowledging him talking to her like that right at the moment wasn't necessary. They understood each other a bit better now. In the meantime, Sena was welcomed to the world by the man who'd helped with her birth but not her creation. "Aye! Wait no longer for Sena-sama!" the girl proclaimed while grinning up into Marisbury's face. "And there's the chuuni..." Saori said aloud but oddly enough there was a smile on her face. She remembered being that certain of herself.

This was the best possible decision, and Saori had no regrets as she looked at the little girl. Of course, Kazuhiko began to move towards freedom but placed a hand atop his daughter's head. Such had her looking at him with wide and sparkling eyes. "Papa's so cool!~" she emphasized, blushing under the contact. He claimed that she could go with them, shopping and to play card games if she had love for it. "Sena-sama will go. I don't know how I feel about it, but if Papa thinks it's cool I'll give it a try!" she decided immediately. Saori didn't remember being that much of a daddy's girl, but, she wouldn't knock bonding no matter what. "I can go right?" she asked of Saori knowing her mother instinctively. "Of course, have fun and be good." she agreed with ease knowing the people she'd be with would keep her safe. "YOSH!" the girl exclaimed bounding towards her mother to hug her as well. That was surprising.

At the same time the girls were starting to exit Yuuya's room. Well, to be specific Miko was out in the hall way, to make sure that Chika didn't exit the bathroom without being fully dressed. The brown haired girl had dressed or rather been dressed by the other girls in her golden Dream Eater t-shirt which was ruffled and off the shoulder, a short skirt and pair of black thigh highs. She planned to put on a pair of heels before leaving the house, but needed to make sure Chika got dressed. While the other girls finished picking through the rest of their clothes and decided upon individual pieces and the like.

[Bloodedge]

Sena-sama was how the girl decided to address herself. Without a doubt, Kazuhiko knew she'd fit right in with any friend group he appeared publicly with. More importantly, the first child he even had the ability to interact with was one that immediately called him cool. He had the ultimate mark of success mere seconds into parenthood. "Cool?" he questioned aloud accidentally. Something about the form of address used was also interesting to note. Every aspect of a single sentence came together for great purpose. Better still, Sena was willing to participate in the day's card games. "That's my girl," he said, pausing thereafter. "And that... is a sentence I didn't see myself saying," he added.

Saori took no issue with the girl's activities of choice. With two parents consenting, there was no further need for hesitation. Kazu stepped out of the room, slowing his pace to adjust for a casual escort. "Let's go then. Everyone will be glad to meet you," Kazu stated. Meanwhile, Marisbury was already out in the open. One other unborn child was showing some very strange signs of growth ─ the type that didn't provide much sense of belonging in this world. He looked around, and found... Shinomiya Kaguya to be the one carrying such a child. "Hmm. That's odd."

[Apollymi]

Sena stared at Kauzhiko in the form he had and found him to be cool without question. She'd nod her head multiple times to enforce what she thought, given her own excitement. "Hai, cool!" Sena confirmed. She also thought her mother was cool but in a different way. Of course, she'd be allowed to join in the fun with the others and that meant she was about to meet new people. She'd also been confirmed in a way that made her eyes sparkle, "Doesn't matter. Already said it, own it!" Sena encouraged the man who was her father in a way that felt most natural to her. She was hyper active an energetic she enjoyed the way her father spoke to her, so she'd take no issues with what was happening here.

Beyond this apparently everyone would be happy to meet Sena and she could look forward to that as well. She left the area with her father. Marisbury already outside of the room was looking to Kaguya and she wearing a white version of that Dream Eater t-shirt which was quite tight to boot and also a black mini-skirt found herself looking at the eldest of the Animusphere with a cheeky smile. "Yeah, I ended up doing all the things I thought to do with my familiar and I made another me but this is still here... I didn't expect something like this to be an outcome. This one also seems a bit extreme. Any advice for a new mom?~" she asked of him with the same amount of flirtation that she always seemed to maintain. Chika was still within the bathroom and Miko might have been worried about her, but since she'd recently woken and all she figured the girl might be enjoying a long shower or something of that nature.

[Bloodedge]

Kazuhiko was to own his recent statement, according to the newborn teenager. This version had no qualms with that. After all, it was quite true. The attitude she showed toward something new and exciting was precisely what he'd always expected of any child he had. What Angelica had to say about Lux's first moments was much the same, but... seeing and hearing were two different stories. Sena was, and would unequivocally be, the daughter of Kimura Kazuhiko. "Oui, Chérie. Come on then," he instructed, leading the way into immediate strangeness.

What strangeness? Well, Marisbury had quickly honed-in on Kaguya. That wouldn't be changing very soon, and it seemed she had attention to spare the man as well. They immediately entered a discussion about her unique pregnancy and how her decided methods did nothing to prevent the brewing child within. Right this moment, Marisbury knew the cause. "It's no surprise. The odd thing here is, your child has developed at a rapid pace. That is to say, I can feel a survival and self-preservation instinct stronger than a maimed, cornered wildebeest. It seems he's decided to cling to life in spite of your wishes. He may be nigh-immortal, in a manner of speaking. Advice? Hmm..." Marisbury took a moment to think while peering into the soul of Kaguya's unborn. It was far from the strongest entity he sensed among the to-be children in this group, but it was surely the most likely to survive a nuclear or magical apocalypse. "No act against this child shall prosper; he's too well-made already. My suggestion would be to... concede. At this rate, he'll birth himself with enough freedom."

[Apollymi]

Chérie. A word in a language called French which Sena understood and liked as a reference for herself. She beamed at the exchange her own face flushing. As a father, Kazuhiko was making quite an impression on his first daughter. Sena followed along with her father only to find herself in an odd situation. Marisbury was speaking to Kaguya about the nature of her baby, and she wouldn't be interrupting so she followed along with her father only to take notice. She knew the way she entered this world wasn't exactly conventional, but also knew that others would be born today. She looked forward to meeting everyone.

In the meantime, Kaguya was being given an honest understanding of her current baby's issues in life. A survival instinct strong enough that he wouldn't allow himself to be consumed by the little demon girl nor any of her attached selves. "Oya? That's pretty intense... explains why I couldn't simply unravel and reallocate," she murmured. As far as she understood baby making mechanics, this child had to be, part Hiruko, part Mugen, part Hiroshi and herself. Practical immortality sounded almost standard given what she'd seen of those individuals since meeting them. Kaguya wasn't completely callous, if a being within her wanted to live, she wasn't exactly going to go out of her way to kill him. He'd done nothing wrong, and perhaps if she birthed him, she could put her complete faith in another man in her life. That sounded a little toxic, but she was a demon after all... what was a bit of toxicity between parent and child. Well, Marisbury as Solomon was trustworthy if a bit of a scamp. She could trust his judgement about the making of things with souls more than most things. His claim in this moment was that she should concede and the kid in question would birth himself. "You make that sound so easy. I'm still pretty gun shy around men right now though~" Kaguya said in her same teasing voice, but she was quite serious. Disaster and men went hand in hand for her, giving birth to a male child seemed almost an irony that she wouldn't have chosen for herself but.... she also wouldn't keep him from his existence. He was a piece of her and three people she enjoyed, maybe a bit more considering her closeness to Miko in the last few days. "Hai hai, arigatou gouzaimasu, Animusphere-san~" she said that whole name feeling a bit odd but no matter. "As for you little one, I am trusting you. Don't fuck me on this..." she said. And in that moment she surrendered control of that extra core within her body and opened up a something of a list of extra codes. If he wanted to build himself from all the things she'd taken in so far she'd allow it.

And while that happened Miko's eyes were drawn to this more mature form of Kazuhiko. Wide eyed, mouth agape and several intense thoughts floating around in her head. First came an utterance of praise for the one who made her day better, "Thank you Seimei-sama!~" she clapped her hands together in reverence. She'd done nothing to deserve this image in her head but she would not be letting it go. "Box it!" she locked that thought away with a full image of the young man before her. And her phone was just rather suddenly within her hand and she was holding it and snapping a picture without thinking about it. Only to glance at the screen and find the more normal image of Kazuhiko. "Noooo, why aren't phones better?!" she nearly cried. 'He's hot! So fucking hot! We want that hot! We NEED that hot!~'

[Bloodedge]

There was one shining reason Kaguya's child could not be unraveled. In that soul-in-progress, there was a solid rule in place. Though that was strange to see in one who'd yet to be actualized, self-actualization was outpacing anything the mother tried to do. "It does. I'm picking up zero tolerance for any form of betrayal, literal or perceived," Marisbury clarified. Kaguya's words about herself only furthered his understanding of the child. He was much like his mother, with certain immunities and personality tweaks from elsewhere. In regards to her gratitude, Marisbury shook his head. "Helping with things like this is something I'm more than happy to do," he said.

And so, Kaguya relinquished control of the child to... the child itself. There was no hesitation in the snatching of various code lines from within Kaguya. Her son took and manifested several forms of Charisma, tactical ability, the power to dominate and the ability to enhance or hinder, and massive amounts of raw energy from the offering and beyond. Mana burst forth from Kaguya's womb and spiraled into a dark, overbearing physical form. What emerged was something that could only be called beautiful, despite bearing features below the face that were objectively masculine. A male appeared with straight, black, shoulder-length hair. He was well built with chiseled muscles. He even materialized with an outfit consisting black boots with white pants and a red sleeveless turtleneck. On that androgynous face would be called demonic on a good day. Eyes glowed so intensely red that one may even visualize equally crimson energy stemming from them. From his very first moment of life, those eyes and that smile were aimed at his mother. For her first words to the newborn, he had a clause of his own. "Fuck you? That only happens to people who bring nothing to the table. If you don’t want to be taken advantage of, just don't act like prey. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu... Okaa-san~"

Meanwhile, Kazuhiko realized he was being watched by Miko ─ even that she was trying to capture a picture of his current form. He looked directly into the brunette's face and awaited a moment of eye contact. Should it occur, he'd be flashing a smug grin and a cheeky wink. "Breakfast is already over," he commented absently, yet teasingly.

[Apollymi]

Zero tolerance? That was something Kaguya understood better than most, it was one of the primary ways she functioned now, her child having a similar mentality meant that she understood him even before now. "Sou ka, well I do get that... more than I like," she said while feeling codes being snatched. Her active observation of her own body let her know that her child was piecing himself together rather rapidly after being handed the reigns of his own person. Apparently, Marisbury didn't need to be thanked, "I know, but that doesn't mean you aren't owed thanks~" said Kaguya. She did know quite a bit about the man Marisbury would eventually be, even so, she'd thank him for his input and wait for the coming of something amazing. And amazing he was, a young lad within their own age group, clad in black pants and a deep red sleeveless turtleneck. He was obviously muscular with a feminine face. In truth, he really was well constructed, and Kaguya could only whistle a bit of appreciation. And that grin she was given would only be returned as he gave her a very direct bit of speech. She interpreted his statements a very specific way, "Hai hai, since that's how you feel I'll believe you. It's good to meet you~" she said in a teasing voice as her hand came to rest atop his head. "Oya, should I be naming you, or did you want to do it yourself? I wouldn't want to step on your toes if you have an idea~" she said mostly in jest. She could play with quite a few names looking in that face and could come up with a few others just based on his attitude.

Speaking of attitudes, Kazuhiko had a cheeky one to give the now fawning Miko. She was used to a bit of flirting after their long morning, but this version of him was something entirely different. She took in the sound of that voice and her ears twitched and a tiny bit of drool spilled over the corner of her mouth. 'It's illegal to be this fucking hot! WE NEED IT!' her mind screamed. "I believe in second breakfast! Don't try me," she said immediately. "You can eat two breakfasts?" Sena asked wondering what kind of appetite a young woman who was actually shorter than her could have. Miko's eyes shifted from Kazuhiko to the lass at his side and her eyes widened as she realized this must have been that recent baby of his and Saori's. That much was obvious by the purple hair, but those white streaks reminded her of Charlemagne. "Sugoi! She's adorable!~" she commented where her brain went next. Ah, but her overactive brain and senses wouldn't be stopping there, the voice of Kaguya's recently spawned offspring was also caressing her ears. There were too many people present in this space that appealed to her senses right at the moment.

[Bloodedge]

Two children who should not be native to this world were born under one roof this day. Had most of Sena's process not been in a subspace, Marisbury felt as if things could have become... a bit shaky during this new male's spawning. This active group could be managed and aided easily, he thought. Silently did Marisbury observe the first interaction between mother and son. It was a strange one, to say the least... but oddly heartwarming in its own way. It was time for a name ─ one of the more important aspects of this birthing process. Kaguya offered the black-haired male a chance to either name himself, or receive one from her. To him, the decision was obvious from the first two clauses shared between them. "You showed me your back, so I'll show you mine. I'll let you name me," he said with an instinctual awareness of how a name would solidify and finalize his soul's identity. To complete the gesture, the son of Kaguya even extended his right hand toward her. "But if you screw me over on it... mother or not, you won't like the results."

An exchange would also be happening between Miko and the current form of Kazuhiko. She was already drooling, which happened to be something he knew the feeling of in a very direct way. She believed in second breakfast, did she? Well... "Why rush into another? You didn't have anything to drink at first breakfast. Why not go for a big glass of milk?" he teased further. Once Sena was acknowledged, he figured there was no point waiting for everyone when he could instead avoid letting someone just stand around. "Isn't she? Hayami Sena. Treat her well," he introduced simply.