[ Barbatos has spoken its piece and been heard, thrashing settled into a complacent murmur as it slides through Setsuna's veins and synapses, not quite accepting the ELS, but content to run alongside them for the time being. It had never accepted half measures from Mikazuki, different as his wiring was from pilots past, and anyone who steps into its maw is regarded with the same eerily discerning protocol, as if it judges the soul it releases its name to.
And its power. That's what breaks the seal on a demon so ancient, who has never once forgotten its purpose. Time, dust, judgment. None of them are as strong as this machine.
Setsuna settles into his role as the heart of this beast and Barbatos responds now, not quite as mercilessly smooth as it might be beneath Mikazuki's command, but not chomping at its bit now either. Angles rework themselves, now carrying a nearly living finesse to them as they loosen and ready for the next launch.
With a swell, the whole suit intelligently coiled as if all Setsuna has to do is think about what his next action will be, it waits for an order. For guidance. ]
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And its power. That's what breaks the seal on a demon so ancient, who has never once forgotten its purpose. Time, dust, judgment. None of them are as strong as this machine.
Setsuna settles into his role as the heart of this beast and Barbatos responds now, not quite as mercilessly smooth as it might be beneath Mikazuki's command, but not chomping at its bit now either. Angles rework themselves, now carrying a nearly living finesse to them as they loosen and ready for the next launch.
With a swell, the whole suit intelligently coiled as if all Setsuna has to do is think about what his next action will be, it waits for an order. For guidance. ]