This seems to be a continuation of an earlier memory - it's the same underground bunker as before, Stiletto standing before the box holding Junketsu. Her eyes are fixed on the outfit, and she doesn't turn around even as there are voices behind her.
"Soroi! How could you stand there and allow this to happen?!"
It's an unfamiliar voice, huffy with indignation. In contrast, Soroi - Stiletto's butler, it appears, - responds calmly.
"Well, well, if it isn't Master Kuroido."
Kuroido tries to address Satsuki directly.
"Lady Satsuki, your mother has expressly forbidden the removal of that outfit. Please return it at once." Though his manner of speech is technically polite, there is a condescension in Kuroido's voice, as though he's still talking to the little girl Satsuki had once been.
It grates on her nerves.
"I can't do that." Her reply is dismissive, as befits the difference in their standing.
"This won't do at all. I am Takiji Kuroido, steward to the Kiryuin family, and have been entrusted with the care of this manor in their absence. Even if you are the young lady of the house, I cannot allow such willful behaviour."
Again, there's that arrogance and self-importance, as though the fool really thinks he could stop her.
"'Cannot allow it'?" Satsuki's voice is pure ice, uncaring as the chill of winter before she allows anger to rise in it. "Who do you think you are talking to?"
Unabashed, she undoes her clothes, starting to slip them off her shoulders, finally slightly turning her head back to glare at Kuroido.
"It's time for the lady of the house to get changed. Leave me, you shameless fool!"
Her tone is like delivering a blow, and it's perhaps unsurprising that Kuroido cringes back, covering his eyes. Soroi, too, delicately raises his arm with the ever-present towel on it. But Kuroido remains a fool, perhaps, because he continues to speak.
"Lady Satsuki, surely you don't meant to try to wear the Kamui!"
"For me, there is no 'try'." There is determination and pride, almost a hint of a smile in Satsuki's voice as she reaches out to take Junketsu. "All that I do is an inevitable step to fulfill my ambition."
"But if you put that on now, there is no guarantee you will be able to survive it!"
"Calm yourself. Clothing exists to be worn." There's almost excitement in her voice now, as Satsuki draws a finger along the edge of her blade, letting beads of blood well up, then fall onto Junketsu.
"Come, Junketsu. This red blood is the eternal vow between you and I. The red thread of our covenant!"
Surprisingly, the blood doesn't seem to stain the white cloth, instead disappearing as though it's absorbed, drunk up. For a moment, there is no reaction, and then... suddenly, Junketsu comes to life, the eye-like decorations becoming bloodshot eyes as it lunges at Satsuki, forcibly wrapping itself around her. She growls and groans in pain, barely managing to stay upright - and given her usual icy demeanour, this certainly must be the kind of pain few can stand.
"Lady Satsuki!" Kuroido and Soroi both exclaim in concern, but she refuses to have any of that.
"Hold your tongues and watch!" It's almost a furious scream as Satsuki braces herself with her arms, holding fast against Junketsu's onslaught. "Ask not the sparrow how the eagle soars! All you do is nothing more than the shallow thinking of little people!"
It's almost taking the breath out of her, but with a growl Satsuki continues, energy starting to crackle around her, gathering into a sphere, lancing out into the edges of the bunker.
"No one on this Earth can do something before Satsuki Kiryuin! Even a Kamui is a mere garment! And I... will make it bow to my will!"
Her words end in a scream of angry, stubborn determination, one last effort to beat Junketsu into submission, master the ridiculously destructive power. The walls, floor, ceiling of the bunker crack, a shower of stone fragments, but at the end of it all Satsuki is left standing, wearing Junketsu in its full battle form. She won, just as she'd said.
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memory #12 (wearing junketsu for the first time)
Date: 2021-06-24 03:26 am (UTC)"Soroi! How could you stand there and allow this to happen?!"
It's an unfamiliar voice, huffy with indignation. In contrast, Soroi - Stiletto's butler, it appears, - responds calmly.
"Well, well, if it isn't Master Kuroido."
Kuroido tries to address Satsuki directly.
"Lady Satsuki, your mother has expressly forbidden the removal of that outfit. Please return it at once." Though his manner of speech is technically polite, there is a condescension in Kuroido's voice, as though he's still talking to the little girl Satsuki had once been.
It grates on her nerves.
"I can't do that." Her reply is dismissive, as befits the difference in their standing.
"This won't do at all. I am Takiji Kuroido, steward to the Kiryuin family, and have been entrusted with the care of this manor in their absence. Even if you are the young lady of the house, I cannot allow such willful behaviour."
Again, there's that arrogance and self-importance, as though the fool really thinks he could stop her.
"'Cannot allow it'?" Satsuki's voice is pure ice, uncaring as the chill of winter before she allows anger to rise in it. "Who do you think you are talking to?"
Unabashed, she undoes her clothes, starting to slip them off her shoulders, finally slightly turning her head back to glare at Kuroido.
"It's time for the lady of the house to get changed. Leave me, you shameless fool!"
Her tone is like delivering a blow, and it's perhaps unsurprising that Kuroido cringes back, covering his eyes. Soroi, too, delicately raises his arm with the ever-present towel on it. But Kuroido remains a fool, perhaps, because he continues to speak.
"Lady Satsuki, surely you don't meant to try to wear the Kamui!"
"For me, there is no 'try'." There is determination and pride, almost a hint of a smile in Satsuki's voice as she reaches out to take Junketsu. "All that I do is an inevitable step to fulfill my ambition."
"But if you put that on now, there is no guarantee you will be able to survive it!"
"Calm yourself. Clothing exists to be worn." There's almost excitement in her voice now, as Satsuki draws a finger along the edge of her blade, letting beads of blood well up, then fall onto Junketsu.
"Come, Junketsu. This red blood is the eternal vow between you and I. The red thread of our covenant!"
Surprisingly, the blood doesn't seem to stain the white cloth, instead disappearing as though it's absorbed, drunk up. For a moment, there is no reaction, and then... suddenly, Junketsu comes to life, the eye-like decorations becoming bloodshot eyes as it lunges at Satsuki, forcibly wrapping itself around her. She growls and groans in pain, barely managing to stay upright - and given her usual icy demeanour, this certainly must be the kind of pain few can stand.
"Lady Satsuki!" Kuroido and Soroi both exclaim in concern, but she refuses to have any of that.
"Hold your tongues and watch!" It's almost a furious scream as Satsuki braces herself with her arms, holding fast against Junketsu's onslaught. "Ask not the sparrow how the eagle soars! All you do is nothing more than the shallow thinking of little people!"
It's almost taking the breath out of her, but with a growl Satsuki continues, energy starting to crackle around her, gathering into a sphere, lancing out into the edges of the bunker.
"No one on this Earth can do something before Satsuki Kiryuin! Even a Kamui is a mere garment! And I... will make it bow to my will!"
Her words end in a scream of angry, stubborn determination, one last effort to beat Junketsu into submission, master the ridiculously destructive power. The walls, floor, ceiling of the bunker crack, a shower of stone fragments, but at the end of it all Satsuki is left standing, wearing Junketsu in its full battle form. She won, just as she'd said.