"Oh, is this the part where you make broad insinuations to undermine me and make me worry that Guts can't control you?" Saturday asks brightly, examining her nails. "Last three months of my life has been dealing with things like you. Is there some kind of like, script circulating out there because you all hit the exact same beats."
"I don't have all the information yet," she continues. "Dunno exactly what you are, though I get the general idea. Dunno how tied you are to Guts. But I do know one thing."
And now she advances on the astral thing, which she sees as slightly to Guts' left. The sinister side.
"Guts is a good person. If you work like the other things I've met, an' I think you do, the only real power you got is convincin' him that he ain't. As long as he's got a reason to resist you, he will. And I will make sure he always does have a reason, because things like you annoy the hell out of me."
She crouches in front of the demon-hound, and fast as a snake grabs its muzzle in both hands, glaring into its pale eyes without blinking. Not a demand for submission, yet, but it could become one very quickly.
these techniques are not actually good dog training but it's an astral hellhound sue me
"I don't have all the information yet," she continues. "Dunno exactly what you are, though I get the general idea. Dunno how tied you are to Guts. But I do know one thing."
And now she advances on the astral thing, which she sees as slightly to Guts' left. The sinister side.
"Guts is a good person. If you work like the other things I've met, an' I think you do, the only real power you got is convincin' him that he ain't. As long as he's got a reason to resist you, he will. And I will make sure he always does have a reason, because things like you annoy the hell out of me."
She crouches in front of the demon-hound, and fast as a snake grabs its muzzle in both hands, glaring into its pale eyes without blinking. Not a demand for submission, yet, but it could become one very quickly.
"So play. fucking. nice. Capiche?"