Charles Patricius

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."

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!~'

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.

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.

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.

The initial interaction between mother and son was one which was wholesome, if you understood half of the equation. Even if one didn't think it wholesome, it was at least fair which was even more understandable once it was known that Kaguya was something more akin to a demon than a normal entity. Her own sense of fairness seemed to be set to an extreme and passed down to this young lad. Who, after being given the ability to birth himself, seemed fine with the idea of allowing his mother to name him. Though such an allowance definitely came with the acknowledged threat of backlash if he hated it. "Oya, well... word play is my strong suit and the importance of names can't be understated. No worries. You'll love your name~" she said offering her own hand while her left fluffed his hair. "Surname is easy... Asakura is the best choice for this world and the next~" she claimed with a wide grin crossing her face. "Given name is fun though... you've been completely transparent but that lack of tolerance definitely is something worth highlighting, huh? Sou... ma," she decided with a wide grin. "Asakura Souma that works for you right?" she asked the lad as she gave him one last chance to back out before she allowed the magic of his name to settle.

Meanwhile, Miko was rather busy flirting very obviously with Kazuhiko, one who was mature enough to do it back shamelessly. He asked why rush into another breakfast when she'd not had anything to drink with hers. A glass of milk was what he teased, he simply didn't understand Miko. "We don't settle. A single drink isn't enough for this amount of thirst, you don't understand!" she said, unknowingly that slip in speech had her referring to herself with the royal kind of 'we' she used as a reference for her selves. As for the girl, she was Hayami Sena, and agreeably adorable. "Hai, Sena-sama is here, nice to meet you!~" she said happily. "Oh, that's fun isn't it? Hai hai, Iino Miko desu, yoroshiku, Sena-sama!~" she said falling easily enough to allow the girl her sense of self. Her own parents were like that with her, she wouldn't get in the way of anyone's happiness. Out of the room came Saori in time to witness this exchange while leaned against the wall. If any would be particularly accepting of the oddities of a child like that, she expected good things from Miko and her friends. Ah, but it seemed that there was another new face that had appeared as well and there was the matter of Miko's previous statement drooling over this new form of Kazuhiko. "Hm, there are more like that than I thought," Saori observed as Ai and Angelica peeked at this new version of Kazuhiko and didn't stop doing so, for several long moments. Even Kei was now watching.

Kaguya alleged herself to be a wordplay specialist. Soma would not question that. Despite existing as a partial soul for only a day or so, he knew his mother quite well ─ better than most people in this building. Her use of word association would be enough to set him up nicely, so long as she committed to doing so. The name Asakura after her late mother was almost a given. That alone was worth massive quantities of power and potential. For a given name, she decided to go with... Sōma. Hand still in hers while Kaguya's other, invasive hand, ruined his perfectly quaffed hair, he breathed deeply. "Asakura Soma? I wonder... do you think you're able to birth a new generation of Demon Lord?" he questioned.

Meanwhile, Miko was refusing to settle for a single drink in accordance with a flirty conversation. Her thirst, as alleged, was far too strong. Kazu could tell as much by the amount of salivation clearly happening. Without hesitation, he held out a single hand as if to beckon Miko toward himself. "Scratch the big glass then. C'mon, take it by the bottle right now. Don't chicken out on getting your vitamins," he urged confidently. Kazu showed no concern for the fact that his daughter stood right next to him; things were already too strange for him to be bothered by such trivialities. Others were beginning to arrive, and attention was mostly on Kazuhiko. Marisbury took note of the staring long before Kazuhiko himself did, even noting the statement of Saori. "Condensed souls tend to have that effect. No worries. It shouldn't be long before all those effects I mentioned fade away. All of them~"

Kaguya was pleased with all the different ways her son's name could be interpreted when she played around with it in her head. As if to cement their ties further, that hand she held had a face across from her ask a specific question. What did he have to say about his name, well he asked a question. Did Kaguya think herself capable of birthing a new generation of demon lords? Her hand atop his head came to a stop and the grin on her face widened just a bit, "Hm, I wonder if I think something like that... I was told once that I could do anything, so why not try?~" she asked very pleased about his interpretation. "But, no pressure, you can be a demon lord or anything else, I just wanted you to have as many possibilities as possible~" she explained of herself.

While Kaguya and her son got to know each other a bit better, Miko was apparently planning to do something about her thirst and being encouraged even. Kazuhiko had always been fairly honest, but this more confident version of him was something that Miko couldn't have said no to even if she tried. In fact, that little challenge was issued in a flirty manner and she'd take it. "I don't chicken out on stuff like this, whatever happens you did it!" she said. Her hands were tied as her mind screamed. 'DRINK HIM DRY!' Welp, what was she to do other than answer the call of her own mind. Just the same Chika began walking out of the bathroom but she wasn't dressed. Miko's ears twitched as she turned and shouted at the girl. "PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!" she exclaimed. "Oh, right. But... that guy is super hot. You brought us another!" Chika said as she closed the door once more. She'd come out for a different reason but that didn't matter. At the same time the words shared by Marisbury hit the ears of Saori a little bit oddly. The state of Kazuhiko's current soul had all the girls staring and thirsting to various extents, but it would be Miko who was willing to throw herself in without hesitation. Even so, there was something a bit odd about what Marisbury said. His words came off as a bit ominous... her eyes narrowed contemplation, but she wasn't sure why she now felt ill at ease.

Soma was a lad born of quite the snippy young woman. Her response implied prior knowledge of the 'Demon Lord' association in the name provided. Perhaps she didn't force the matter in naming him, but she certainly left such high potential available consciously. Knowing this, there was a sly grin on Soma's face. "That potential is limitless. It's exactly the sort of thing I need at my disposal. I won't be stopped," he swore. Before he even released Kaguya's hand, Soma accepted the name within the depths of his soul. The ensuing swell of mana was contained by Marisbury, but it settled quickly enough.

What didn't settle with any notable quickness, was Kazuhiko's discussion with Miko. She didn't chicken out of things like this, allegedly. Despite those words, nothing was happening just yet. "I'll take that, as long as you're going to do something. What's the holdup?" he wondered. In that moment, Kazu's eyes finally shifted around the room. Others were watching, but it was a list of individuals he'd already been involved with... and some he intended to be involved with. "Waiting for help? Looks like you've got some options," he said as the pink-haired member of Miko's friend group emerged from the bathroom, naked as a newborn babe. Kazu got himself an eyeful before she was screamed back into the room she'd escaped. Strangely, her parting words involved Kazuhiko ─ even addressing him as if he were a stranger. "Huh? Does she..." Kazu's sentence trailed off there. Why? Well, Marisbury's recent statement was coming to light. The black and grey hair, bulkier muscles, scars and clothes of Kazu were all reverting to their natural state quite swiftly. His memory of recent events were filtered to adjust for the form change, but more importantly... all added features that were created and subsequently separated from Marisbury's subspace would follow suit. "Ah, there we are. It seems I've gotten a bit better at making those things last," the white-haired man commented casually while keeping an eye on the skeptical Saori.

The openness of 'Soma' as a name was something that Kaguya was sure about doing even as a person who was interested solely in wordplay. She couldn't help but try and allow her progeny a limitless ceiling to go along with his high floor. She had no idea what he wanted to do in life, but she figured she'd make his dreams whatever they were a potential at least should he find the right variations to work with. And given her own inclinations, she'd say the 'Demon Lords' of the next generation were very possibly some of the most powerful beings either world could know, she saw no reason to cut him out of that. What was his response, a sly grin. "Hai hai, I'll be keeping an eye on you, Soma~" Kaguya mentioned meaning it. "You hanging out with us today? I'm sure the other guys would appreciate not being dragged around with just a giant group of girls all day~" she asked of the lad. "Assuming of course, Mi-chan doesn't get sucked into second breakfast~" she teased the other girl. Still everyone was still in shock from the massive energy of that settling name. Even Miko herself was cutting her eyes in Kaguya's direction for a moment and seeing the new lad brought a different kind of curiosity. She was still suffering from her own tunnel vision though.

Kazuhiko claimed that there was something he was willing to take as long as she was willing to do so. Miko was being held up, but it was mostly a part of her innate sense of responsibility and lo, that same responsibility reared its head shortly after she'd been lightly stalling. "That, making sure she doesn't do that... I always end up adult supervision when that one is allowed to roam," she said about Chika, but that was fine. What was more the interpretation of others joining for breakfast made Miko's eyes sparkle. That would be great actually. "Help?" Miko said as if confused. Kaguya heard that and chuckled. "Eh, seems more like she's waiting for a couple of sides or mix-ins~" Kaguya chimed in seeming to easily catch on to the choice in words. And the fact that he was unrecognized by Chika was a problem in and of itself, but that wouldn't be mattering as such a thing was falling away. Ai and Angelica were still staring so was Kei as he returned to the more normal version of himself. The words of Marisbury still resonated oddly and Hayami Saori started to lose clothing in the same moment. Disappointment should have remained, but that wasn't the case, instead, Miko slapped the wall, leaving one of her tiny hand prints there and causing an echo that caught the attention of every girl in the house. "EMERGENCY MEETING!" she proclaimed. As everyone started moving, she looked at Saori who was becoming naked and didn't take a picture though she really wanted one. Saori looked at her with wide eyes. "You too!" she said ushering everyone towards Saori's room as that one went to put her hand on her chest, and found, no cloth. "Oh, shit!" Saori swore sparing one moment to cut her eyes at Marisbury and considering knocking him out cold. "Sena-sama, could you take guard duty for a bit? Make sure Chika doesn't come out of that door without her clothes on?" she asked of the younger purple haired girl. "Hai, Sena-sama will take her first job seriously!" the girl implied as she took up watch.