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A Master/Slave Meme

Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.

Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?

Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?

Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

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[What better to give a shinigami then a shadow. A being that had been brought to life, but wasn't really living. He was something between an object and a person, able to accompany the other for an eternity if that would be wished of him. His very life had been placed in Undertaker's hands to do what he pleased with. Only two people in the whole world could kill him and that was the one who's shadow he was drawn from and his master. The length of his life was tied to his master. If Undertaker died so would he.

Blood red eyes looked at the one he had been given to. The price of letting one man fool death a bit longer. Sure he knew that he was just a tool to his previous master, but getting it rubbed so blatantly in his face was still insulting. Just because he was a shadow didn't mean that he had no feelings of his own.]

[Eternity was quite a long time, but the Undertaker understood the value of objects and people both. What this one was exactly mattered little; he was a curiosity and, capricious as the reaper was, that alone was enough to merit playing for a short while.

Contrary to popular belief, Death is never late. (Nor is he early.)

Innumerable lives had passed through the hands of the shinigami. What made this one stand out among the rest was -- as always -- the question.]

You are aware of your circumstances, yes?

[A little test was in order, perhaps.]

{ooc: On another note, did you have any ideas on where to take this? I'm not picky.}

[The shadow simply looked at his master for a bit longer before he replied, voice rid of any emotions as of now. They would surface, but right now he didn't wanted to give the man much to hold on to.]

I was simply told to serve you in any way that would please.

[He used to be a fighter and if that was what would be asked for him this time as well he would obey. That was also the case for anything else that might be wanted from him. Sure he might disagree of some things, but he wouldn't be able to completely resist.]

{ooc: No, not really. Feel free to run wild since I'm not picky myself.}

[And he was patient. He always had been.

But that raised more questions than it answered, didn't it? It was like having a puzzle before him with no discernable pattern, so much potential to unveil, and yet he wondered. Preliminary observation registered this acquisition in the same terms one would describe a pet. Sentient, reactionary; lacking a certain tenor of vivacity expected in a human being, though the latter could easily be (in part) the weight of the situation and a natural defensive mechanism. Time would tell.

To the same end he wondered the extent of the shadow's autonomy.]

I would ask how you mean to interpret that, but first - [And he flicked a hand through the air, brushing aside the thought for now.] - identify yourself.

{ooc: That sounds dangerously prone to going nowhere, hah, but we'll see. I warn you that I'm a terrible person and should generally not be given the reins.}

[It had very much to do with keeping his defenses up. He didn't knew this man or how far he could go before his life could get endangered. Staying alive was the most important thing to him. He didn't owned anything else then his life and even that was in the end for someone else to rule over.]

If you are asking for my name I don't have one. I was never given one after my creation.

[It was said like it was the most natural thing in the world. His last master had as best called him 'shadow' or 'copy'.]

{ooc: That goes for me as well. I love to mess with my muses.}

[Not to worry, little double-walker; your life is tucked quite safely in his metaphorical pocket until you deign to remove it!

He found the answer amusing, at least. No, he'd been quite precise with his phrasing and its intent, but the way the other responded had said a bit about his perception.]

I see. I won't ask that you take one unless you see fit. They're a convenience, but not required.

Then I will not take one.

[For some reason it felt better to him to stay unnamed. Names in his mind bond you to things or expectations. Non of what he felt like being bond to. This was far better.]

[There's a good boy.]

I am curious: you were told to serve me, you say. What do you think that means?

[His words then might have held more of their typical lyrical tone, the austerity beginning to bore him as it is wont to do.]

{ooc: Care to furnish a setting for us, dear?}

[The shadow stayed quiet for a while. He was not used to being asked what he thought. As his mind wheeled on just what servitude to him was a slight frown formed on his face.]

To let you use this body as a toll. To work for you, please you and for you to release your anger on. Since I won't die unless you will it so my body can take any kind of hit and it would just heal in the end.

[All things way too true and all things that he would have licked to keep to himself. Not that he could risk to disobey as Undertaker had that small pulsing force that was his life.]

{ooc: Something about Undertaker wanting to know just how his body works and performs various experiments on him. Is that good with you? Can roll with something else and/or something more.}

[A shinigami. How strange.....The fox hadn't expected to be forced into enslavement. He was called many things, but he had no name of importance. He leans against the wall, his tails swishing slowly as his ears perked up, trying to get any hint of his master's presence.

The fox was sought after by many humans for his ability to grant wishes, never once no matter how he warned them did they think of what became of them after death.

Nothing came for free, even a wish or dream is not for free. But humans never really seemed to care about their souls anyways.]

It's rude to keep a demon waiting.

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A Master/Slave Meme

Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji | Master; open to all.

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how flattering to be approached by another undiemun -- I do hope not to disappoint

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