[Nageku]

Living off your brother's dime was just as foul as living off your fathers when it came down to it, though perhaps this made it far worse in a multitude of ways. It had lit a fire under the hot stone that was already his sinking ship of a life in the Yamakira compound and he was not going to make it much further if he ran out of good faith on the matter. Perhaps that was why he had further focused in on his craft of stone. Not just in terms of carving skill, but quantity. He needed more rather then anything else. Yamakira knew far too well how easy it was the break apart stone, and given that most shinobi could attempt to smash stone like it was nothing Nageku had no confidence that he was going to have indestructible puppets. If you could not destroy people with a small number of pawns, then it was best to have legions of them was it not? Hammer on chisel, the Yamakira continued to break apart the many massive stones to fit his livelihood. The need for them to match his appearance born still of basic understanding that there was no better form for a puppet to take. He was perfection after all. His slow ascent to godhood was only a ripple in time. In the wake of a grin, he redoubled his efforts.

[Akira]

Though not often whatsoever, Hotarubi was in deep thought and whenever he did this, he was known to rub the scar that ran from the centre of his left eyebrow, down to the bridge of his nose where it then carried on past to the upper part of his cheekbone beneath his right eye.

Only this time unlike the deep thinking this was about power. And naturally, the closest reminder of power and the scar was the fight that he and Nageku had had.

He had been challenging his older brother for far too long. They had been getting on one another's nerves and without any real consequence from reforming, he had done something so utterly stupid, idiotic and brazen- which was challenge his brother to a duel in human form - a "once and for all" kind of duel. In retrospect it was a stupid move. A dumb move. One that would have gotten him killed in the real world, and one that nearly killed him in their fantasy world.

The pain was still dull even today and ocassionally when it was cold and he was in human form, his nose would feel cold but stuffy. Always. And that would always remind him of their fight and how even in spite of what had been a fair fight, Nageku was undoubtedly stronger and undoubtedly less concerned about harming him at the time.

Still, it had been Nageku to drag the unconscious younger teenager to the hospital. Yet, as Hotarubi waited for Nageku he ran his thumb across the indents in his skin. Feeling for the bumps of humanity. Hotarubi knew where he could find his brother on days when the academy were not in session: and that was a little yard (yard was a generous term: it was more like a square that also harboured people's waste bins) but it was a space that was cheap to rent and allowed his brother the opportunity to use it as a workshop for his crafting. Pulling open the titular doors with a single hand - it had accumulated the apparent needs of a craftsman with a open space and half finished stone creations, a bench with unsorted, assorted tools.

Hotarubi walked in, pulled the huge door shut behind him using the hooped metal and would seat himself down on one of the unfinished sculptures in a hop. Watching his brother quietly as he worked. "I'm going to kill him. Doro." Hotarubi said after being quiet for a while.

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[Nageku]

Nageku didn't even know if Hotarubi really wanted him to respond to the actual statement over the murder. Was it really murder actually? Maybe not given how their clan functioned. If Hotarubi could really remove that old monster from the world then it would be a good thing for everyone involved. Perhaps their mother would even actually look at them properly again, not that Nageku really remembered a time when she hadn't at least viewed him horribly. He would at least do good by that woman, after all she had given birth to an emperor and a god. Continuing his work Nageku make sure to stick to the detailing of the many stone men that were made in the image to match him and his brother, albiet a bit larger then either of them in many cases. The concepts from his school classes of disguising puppets as yourself when you could do the opposite and get a better effect from it was just ridiculous. As he finished chipping away at the full upper body of the statue he would stab his chisel into the wall and hang the hammer from it, "So? You haven't finished the job already? If that's your conviction then get it done Ruby. Im busy trying to catch back up after you left me in the dust race, but you know what they say I guess. Slow and steady a god wins every race, even when his brother is an emperor upon the rise." All he needed to say was said, at least as long as that was all his brother was truly here for. Ruby tended to not be that deep, but he wasn't this shallow either. If he was here then there had to be more, that was his older brother logic really kicking into high gear.