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esp_dragonv2) wrote2019-01-18 09:36 am
esp_dragonv2) wrote2019-01-18 09:36 am
Comparison
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Summon animals were only used for fighting and killing. M-21 knows that. But Frankenstein and his master's summons don't seem to act like that...
Notes: Summoner au for the Noblesse Let's Fix it Event.
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 811
Status: Complete
M-21 tried to ignore Frankenstein and his master's summons. They were always there, almost like pets.
In the Union, summoning was something only stronger people could do. They had the power to call upon a creature and bind it to them to do whatever they wanted.
Experimental material people like him weren't supposed to be able to summon. But he could. It wasn't as impressive as Frankenstein's panther, who could reach the top of doors to swat at something if she felt like it or as colourful as Raizel-nim's bird. His bird wasn't something M-21 recognised, but its twinned plume arced far behind its head. Frankenstein and Raizel-nim were both strong enough that their summons could change their sizes depending on what suited them, from taking up the entire sofa by itself, or small enough to perch on a shoulder while their summoner was doing something.
M-21's was just a grey dog. Barely that. It looked like it was in the awkward phase between puppy and adult, paws too big for his gangly body.
Which fit. They were both useless. M-21 had been able to call upon his summon when he had his back against the wall, and his summon had just enough mass to surprise his opponent. Nothing more than that.
"M-21..."Raizel-nim said, holding his saucer up where he'd broken some of his cookie so his summon could peck at it, "why have you not called your summon?"
M-21 just looked at him. Why did he care? "There hasn't been a fight." Not since he'd been brought there.
"Summons are not only for fighting," Raizel-nim said, taking a sip of his tea. "They are tied to you, and want to know the area you are in."
M-21 snorted. "Why?" His summon had only wanted to fight. Maybe Frankenstein and Raizel-nim's summons were like that, but his wasn't. And his would easily lose against both of theirs.
Raizel-nim gazed at him. "Because you want to. A summon wants to do what their summoner wants."
"And if there is something you need," Frankenstein added, pouring himself a cup of tea, his panther padding over to nose at Raizel-nim's bird, "your summon will know where it is."
Hng. It sounded like a set-up. He huffed, crossing his arms. "Your summons would eat mine." He wasn't sure what happened to a summon that was killed, if he could summon it again, or if it was just sent back to wherever it came from - the people whose summons was killed followed soon after.
Frankenstein blinked at him, his panther doing the same. "Why would they do that?" Frankenstein said.
"Because they would attack each other." That's what they were for.
Frankenstein raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen Master's or my summon fighting one other?"
M-21 glanced at the two, the panther grooming the bird in long strokes as she purred. "No..." he admitted. But they were Frankenstein and Raizel-nim's. They were different.
"Summons are tied to their summoner's wants and needs," Frankenstein repeated what Raizel-nim had said earlier. "If you don't feel the need to fight, then they won't fight."
Huh. Okay... Frankenstein knew about summons, so maybe he was right.
M-21 took a breath, reaching for the area that felt like the dog and called him.
The dog responded instantly and snapped into existence in front of M-21. His summon's shoulder barely reached the top of the table, and Frankenstein's panther made him appear even smaller, a paw the size of the dog's head.
M-21 watched as the panther turned towards his dog, and shit, he'd been right - the panther was going to attack his dog!
His summon growled, fur bristling and the panther paused, tail swishing slowly side to side.
"M-21," Frankenstein said, his voice soft, "no-one is going to hurt you or your summon."
Words. Words could easily be false platitudes and lies.
But. So far, Frankenstein had never lied. He could be trying to get him into a false sense of security but... The Union scientists never bothered with that, or if they did, they didn't hold up the facade for long.
M-21 relaxed, uncurling the fists he hadn't realised he'd made, his summon settling down as well.
The panther reached over with a massive paw, claws still sheathed, and patted M-21's dog on the head.
A small whine accompanied M-21's confusion, but the panther didn't do much more than that, curling up beside M-21's dog and started to groom whatever she could reach.
Raizel-nim's bird wandered away from the cookie crumbs and settled down on the table next to where M-21's and Frankenstein's summons were, watching over them.
Oh. Frankenstein had been telling the truth.
"See?" Frankenstein said, smiling at him, "nothing to worry about. You won't be harmed here."
Huh. It did look like that. This place could be better than M-21 thought it would be.
Summary: Summon animals were only used for fighting and killing. M-21 knows that. But Frankenstein and his master's summons don't seem to act like that...
Notes: Summoner au for the Noblesse Let's Fix it Event.
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 811
Status: Complete
M-21 tried to ignore Frankenstein and his master's summons. They were always there, almost like pets.
In the Union, summoning was something only stronger people could do. They had the power to call upon a creature and bind it to them to do whatever they wanted.
Experimental material people like him weren't supposed to be able to summon. But he could. It wasn't as impressive as Frankenstein's panther, who could reach the top of doors to swat at something if she felt like it or as colourful as Raizel-nim's bird. His bird wasn't something M-21 recognised, but its twinned plume arced far behind its head. Frankenstein and Raizel-nim were both strong enough that their summons could change their sizes depending on what suited them, from taking up the entire sofa by itself, or small enough to perch on a shoulder while their summoner was doing something.
M-21's was just a grey dog. Barely that. It looked like it was in the awkward phase between puppy and adult, paws too big for his gangly body.
Which fit. They were both useless. M-21 had been able to call upon his summon when he had his back against the wall, and his summon had just enough mass to surprise his opponent. Nothing more than that.
"M-21..."Raizel-nim said, holding his saucer up where he'd broken some of his cookie so his summon could peck at it, "why have you not called your summon?"
M-21 just looked at him. Why did he care? "There hasn't been a fight." Not since he'd been brought there.
"Summons are not only for fighting," Raizel-nim said, taking a sip of his tea. "They are tied to you, and want to know the area you are in."
M-21 snorted. "Why?" His summon had only wanted to fight. Maybe Frankenstein and Raizel-nim's summons were like that, but his wasn't. And his would easily lose against both of theirs.
Raizel-nim gazed at him. "Because you want to. A summon wants to do what their summoner wants."
"And if there is something you need," Frankenstein added, pouring himself a cup of tea, his panther padding over to nose at Raizel-nim's bird, "your summon will know where it is."
Hng. It sounded like a set-up. He huffed, crossing his arms. "Your summons would eat mine." He wasn't sure what happened to a summon that was killed, if he could summon it again, or if it was just sent back to wherever it came from - the people whose summons was killed followed soon after.
Frankenstein blinked at him, his panther doing the same. "Why would they do that?" Frankenstein said.
"Because they would attack each other." That's what they were for.
Frankenstein raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen Master's or my summon fighting one other?"
M-21 glanced at the two, the panther grooming the bird in long strokes as she purred. "No..." he admitted. But they were Frankenstein and Raizel-nim's. They were different.
"Summons are tied to their summoner's wants and needs," Frankenstein repeated what Raizel-nim had said earlier. "If you don't feel the need to fight, then they won't fight."
Huh. Okay... Frankenstein knew about summons, so maybe he was right.
M-21 took a breath, reaching for the area that felt like the dog and called him.
The dog responded instantly and snapped into existence in front of M-21. His summon's shoulder barely reached the top of the table, and Frankenstein's panther made him appear even smaller, a paw the size of the dog's head.
M-21 watched as the panther turned towards his dog, and shit, he'd been right - the panther was going to attack his dog!
His summon growled, fur bristling and the panther paused, tail swishing slowly side to side.
"M-21," Frankenstein said, his voice soft, "no-one is going to hurt you or your summon."
Words. Words could easily be false platitudes and lies.
But. So far, Frankenstein had never lied. He could be trying to get him into a false sense of security but... The Union scientists never bothered with that, or if they did, they didn't hold up the facade for long.
M-21 relaxed, uncurling the fists he hadn't realised he'd made, his summon settling down as well.
The panther reached over with a massive paw, claws still sheathed, and patted M-21's dog on the head.
A small whine accompanied M-21's confusion, but the panther didn't do much more than that, curling up beside M-21's dog and started to groom whatever she could reach.
Raizel-nim's bird wandered away from the cookie crumbs and settled down on the table next to where M-21's and Frankenstein's summons were, watching over them.
Oh. Frankenstein had been telling the truth.
"See?" Frankenstein said, smiling at him, "nothing to worry about. You won't be harmed here."
Huh. It did look like that. This place could be better than M-21 thought it would be.