bakerstreet | A Master/Slave Meme

[ Wipes her face!! You don't have to tell her to do that. Although a part of her doesn't want to just because Mokou said for her to.

Ahem. Anyway. ] Not better....? [ Being a slave. Being a princess. Both is being a slave, in one sense or another. It's just that Mokou is more direct with her mistreatment. ] You have done nothing different so far that how you usually are, of course.

I know I haven't done anything different. That's not the point here.

[Though it's the point of her internal struggle. If even Kaguya knew she was the same... what was the problem? Why didn't this feel like she wanted it to?]

Just. Just shut your mouth before I shine my shoes with your hair, alright?

[Reasoning with your slave. Come on, Mokou...]

Why won't you go along with this? You know I'm in charge so just call me master already...

[ ... ] You are truly new at this entire 'Master' thing, I see. [ It's laughable. So have another chuckle because Kaguya is obnoxious like that.

She brushes her hair over her shoulder luxuriously, as if she's not a slave. ]

The title of master and slave is only acknowledged given three things: Power. Authority. And... [ She takes a step closer, in a way to challenge Mokou in everything she has mentioned so far. ] most appropriately in this case, Legitimacy. [ In Kaguya's eyes, Mokou has both a raw Power to her and whatever this make-shift authority the title of 'Master' gave her. As for it to be acknowledged? That which makes it all legitimate? Kaguya finds Mokou has none. ]

You talk so much shit it's a wonder your breath doesn't stink even worse, Kaguya.

[Weak. Best she could come up with on the spot like that. If that comeback wasn't enough of a clue that she'd lost Kaguya's 'challenge' then the fact that she took a matching step back would make it clear.]

And which is it that you think I lack? Humour me before I tear your hair out.

[Why yes. The hair flick had pissed her off. Don't be so carefree, idiot...]

[ It's such a goddamn victory to see her her take a small step backwards. And even if Kaguya may wind up getting her hair pulled out later (or worse) she doesn't particularly care in this moment as she, once again, advances. She responds all too wistfully, ] Legitimacy. Or, really, all three.

[Kaguya's steps are interrupted by the dull impact of Mokou's head smacking into hers.]

How's that for power?

[Whether or not Kaguya was knocked down - as was Mokou's intention - doesn't matter.]

You're the worst slave ever.

[ well she's not knocked down but there is a trickle of blood coming down from her forehead. The wound itself will heal rapidly, but. Yeah, that hurts. ]

I take that as a compliment.

Well give the compliment back, then.

[Don't take her stuff, Kaguya. And it wasn't a compliment!]

And while you're at it, turn your face around so I can smack you one.

[ As if she's going to give the compliment back. ] They were your words, Mokou.

[ Aaaand. Not turning her head. Once again: make her. It sounds more like a request than a command.

[ooc: unless this is a ~magical~ absolute obedience thing going on?? ]

[OOC: non absolute obedience is fine by me but idk having Kaguya slowly start to ~magically~ obey things would be fun. Or something.]

Ye-- Turn around, dammit.

[Teeth. Gritting. She is so in control.]

[ ooc: sounds good to me! ]

[ And normally she would still resist-- believe me, there is much resisting-- but then...? But then. Her feet shift, and her body follows suit. She's turned around. ]

[Mokou can't see Kaguya's face, but it must be twisted into a sinister, ugly little grin.

Why was she listening now of all times? After being all defiant earlier this just seemed weird. Like a trick, almost.

A light slap to the back of her head should get Kaguya's attention.]

What gives?

[ That slap might as well be nothing. She turns around immediately, going to try to slap her back instead of just answering. ]

[She knew it. She knew it. Stupid bitch princess trying to trick her--]

Don't you dare!

[She says that, but she's going to flinch and clench her teeth all the same. A slap from Kaguya could be pretty sore indeed.]

[ Oh you think it was just a slap.

It's a punch now!! ]

[It was supposed to be a slap! With her eyes shut and ready to take the hit she really didn't expect anything BUT a slap. So when a fist slams into her face and knocks her on her back - probably helping her to get rid of a few teeth in the process. Shit.

She growls lowly and rubs her face, spitting out white fragments and blood. They'll be back.]

I-- Dammit. Get on your knees and apologize before I really lose it!

[#things which would have been more convincing if she wasn't wincing]

[ Yeah, yeah.... for a command like that to work to actually to get her to do something, she'll have to be a lot more convincing. ] Oh...? But I would not want to be where your filthy blood is. [ Which would mean it's splattered on the ground. Yeah, screw that. ]

Then go kneel somewhere close by. [She's getting to her feet, only a tiny bit mortified by her slave laying her out like that. Dammit fuck shit bastard etc.]

Seriously, if you don't apologize for that I'll burn your clothes off your body, the skin from your bones and your bones from the face of the earth.

[At least she sounds... sort of convincing for now.]

[ That... seems to do the trick. And Kaguya is not sure what is going on now but she doesn't like it. It's just that much more distressing to know she doesn't have much control over how her knees bend and she sinks to the ground. ]

My.... [ Resist resist she's gotta resist because she's not sorry for punching her. ] apologies. [ Beat. ] My apologies that you are a filthy mongrel not worthy of my full respect. [ Better. ]

[Taking a step back in case of an uppercut or something, Mokou looks down at Kaguya - a tiny smile threatening to form on her lips when she sees that Kaguya is... in trouble?

She's not sure what's going on but she likes it.]

Apologize like you would if you had wronged Eirin. Apologize for not being worthy.

[She let a flicker of fire dance around her raised index finger. Kaguya's move.]

[ Well she now looks distressed at that. And-- Eirin. Why bring her into this? She clenches her fists. There has only been a handful of times she's apologized to anyone. One of those she would have apologized to, for causing her all of this trouble she's brought upon them, is Eirin in fact. Not that Mokou needs to know that.

And Mokou may not know it, but Eirin IS a goddess; sister to Lord Tsukuyomi. Kaguya's attendant she may be, and even if Kaguya does treat her like a servant as any other in front of anyone else, if she's giving her an apology she's doing it properly. As in, with the highest form of respect that would actually seem improper for a princess to give a servant.

So.

Seiza position, with her hands before her. Then she bends forward, and her head lowers, hair falling over her shoulders and face. ] My... humblest apologies. [ Quietly: ] I am not worthy, Eirin.

[ It helps to imagine that it's not Mokou standing there, but Eirin instead. ]

[The confusing spectacle in front of her is nice and all - that's a good look for Kaguya - but that little tacked on loophole earns Kaguya a boot resting on the back of her head.]

Again. Without her name. Call me master, dammit.

[If Kaguya is just pretending to mess with her then this'll make it obvious, right?]

[ So much for that loophole. But she will look for them, no matter how petty-- because she knows that in terms of answering to 'authority', or what Mokou claims to have over her, she does not want to give her what she wants.

So, even if she is still upon the ground she does manage to lift her head up against her boot and make eye contact. ] My apologize. I am not worthy, Master...of Being the Shame of Her Entire Family.

[Her foot presses down hard to slam Kaguya's face into the ground again.]

You're the one who brought shame on my family, dammit! Tell me you're sorry!

[Now she knows she's being messed with. Or... she thinks it.]

[ Owowow-- that's definitely a broken nose she now has. Her reply comes muffled as she clenches her jaw. ] The---

[ No she wouldn't say sorry. She feels too strongly about this. ] What your family did, what you did-- that was all by your hands...!

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