Looking down at his mistress as she spoke, the only answer he gave to the first question she asked was a soft hum. And once she started walking towards the house, he took a few seconds to study the place before following after her. The white and light colors weren't exactly of his liking, but those were little details. He finally spoke as they started walking through the doors, too big for normal humans. Way too big, but at least he'd fit through them. That was terribly unsettling somehow, but there was no way for them to anticipate his arrival. "My Mistress, may I know your name?" The beast spoke, finally. His voice deep and rich, like a bellow. If she didn't tell him he'd just adress her as -Mistress-. And he could probably find out anyways.
"Oshiro Kakusabi, only child of the Oshiro family." Smiling upwards to the much taller being, she then continued. "Although you can call me whatever you want." Walking towards the center of the living room, there sat a chesterfield couch doused in white as well as a smaller sofa next to it. Between the seats was a coffee table, rectangular and long, going from one end of the couch to another. The walls were decorated with paintings as well as a large mirror at the other end of the room and a staircase that curved outwards as it reached the floor. The magus walked towards an open entrance at the side of the room- presumably the kitchen- and excused herself for a few minutes.
More light colours, more white furniture. This woman had no taste. He'd call her Mistress, her name was strange to say the least. Very, and he couldn't risk stuttering when attempting to pronounce it. Aware that he was supposed to sit down, probably, he almost did... but decided to look around the place a bit more. Maybe there was at least one room that wasn't white. It kept reminding him of someone else. After looking behind the couch and through a window, behind the courtainst... he trotted over towards the room, probably the kitchen, where his Mistress had gone. And peeked inside, supposing she'd be preparing the tea... what if she did something to the tea?.
As the kitchen came into view, the Magus could be seen pouring hot water into a teapot. Firmly holding the kettle in order to keep it steady, she placed it back upon the beige counter. The sound of the teabag dipping into the water resonated around the room, the magus acted upon the manners she was taught by her mother to be a good hostess. Grabbing a tray from a cupboard above, the woman placed the teapot; a pair of teacups and a sugar bowl onto it. As she was handling the tray and turning back around, she inhaled sharply at the sudden sight of her servant’s slightly concealed figure at the doorway. Composing herself, she raised an eyebrow. “Did you need anything else?”
"No, I wanted to see what you were doing. Do you live in a mansion and have no maids?, or do you enjoy making tea?" The beast questioned, his tail zapping at the air in slight annoyance. The kitchens were for the servants, and the masters were to be attended by them. Not servants like himself, obviously. But if this woman had any he could force them into a curse and hopefully use them as informants. The woman looked at the clock that hung on the wall opposite to them, the minute hand only a few centimetres away from reaching the top of the clock to signify that a full hour has passed. Looking back at the servant, she only breathed deeply and walked past him in a slightly hurried manner. "The servants'll arrive in a few minutes or so. I only wanted to be a good hostess, is all."
He snorted, amused, arching one eyebrow at the shorter woman. And then, somewhat mocking her, he smirked and said; " D'aww, that's so nice of you, my Mistress." As if he wanted to be here. But at least the woman was being nice. He started making his way back to the living room with the hideous furniture. "Anyways, unless you want me to run around in this form, perhaps I should get a less obvious disguise, hm?" He suggested, not about to reveal all of his abilities, but if they wanted to win it couldn't all be secrets. Setting the tray down on the coffee table in the living room, Kakusabi poured a cup for both of them and turned to look at her companion. Narrowing her eyes at the beast, the magus picked up a slight mocking tone in the voice of her companion. Instead of replying with a snarky comment however, she instead smiled gleefully at his suggestion. Almost eerily so. Noticing his wandering eyes as they glanced distastefully at the state of the mansion's design, she couldn't pinpoint whether or not he had disliked the overall grandiose appearance of it all or the cutesy pastel aesthetic that everything had. Looking at his attire, he probably wasn't used to such... tastes. Covering her mouth to hide-and fail- an ominous smile, she gestured him towards the stairs. "If you want to wait for the tea to cool down, you can follow me. I'm not familiar with transformation of any sort, but I'm sure I can figure out a... nice set of clothing that would fit you riiight in!" He almost seemed offended, his tail whipping at the air as he let out a small growl. "You're not putting clothes on me!, not on this form anyways. Just think of someone I can pretend to be, let me see it, and I'll do the rest." He offered, smirking lightly. He wouldn't have any trouble drinking the tea even if it had been boiling. But he waited anyways.
The magus perked her ears when she realised that her servant had just shared one of his skills. The ability to manipulate his appearance would be incredibly useful for keeping under wraps and the woman wanted to sought out every advantage she could get. Slowly turning her head away with a small smile on her face, the shorter one of the two looked towards the beast and clapped her hands together. "Oh I know just who you should be!" The image of a young girl popped into her mind, top of the little girl's head barely reaching her shoulders. Dressed in the usual maid uniform decorated with a pinch of bright yellow. The girl smiled gleefully at her and twirled around in her frilly dress, long blonde pigtails following her motion and deep green eyes twinkling with a naive innocence. One of the Magus's maids, of course. Presumably one of the youngest too. Opening her eyes, before the beast could say anything, the Master raised a finger in a 'hush' manner. "I'm always accompanied by a maid, and nobody is incredibly suspicious of young girls! Let's bring a smile on your face!"
"I'll take her appearance, not her personality, my mistress..." he grumbled. Reaching towards the woman and cupping her face with one hand, he forced her to look up at him in the eyes. It made things easier if he could look through them, less energy wasted. He wasn't careful either, no need to be subtle. She'd feel his presence momentarily, a rough shove to her own thoughts so he'd adjust to his new appearance correctly. He'd growl softly and pin back his ears at her earlier comment, but the appearance wasn't something he cared much about. The next time she blinked she wouldn't see a seven feet tall creature before her, but the little girl she had imagined. Holding the cheek that was held by the, now small and young, servant, she looked away for a second with a furtive look in her eyes. Hastily getting back to the matter at hand, she smiled brightly at the sight of the young girl before her. The technique was flawless. Everything was done as beautifully as projected in her mind down to the soft fabric of the dress that was worn. All except, the evident disdain on the servant's face. "Aw, come on now! If it makes you feel better, you look absolutely adorable!" Spreading her arms out, she leaned in to hug the smaller figure. Abruptly, a loud ring from the doorbell stopped her from continuing the affectionate action. Five servants opened the door and lined up behind each other in a formal and robotic manner, the man that stood at the front, Head Butler Souji, declared his arrival to the mistress and bowed down. The others followed and soon went on to do their respective tasks, a few glances towards the person standing next to the lady of the house but no questions were asked. Turning to the now-small girl, Kakusabi grinned. "Do you happen to have a plan?"
"Why would I have a plan, Mistress?. We could start by figuring out what we could do. What can you do, hm?." His voice was also that of a human girl now, too, but he was still himself. "Are you going to need constant baby-sitting? hm?"
"Well... I've studied thaumatargy since I was six, mostly focusing on Alchemy but..." A deafening silence ensued, the magus brought her hands together and fidgeted with her fingers. "I switched my priority to learning elements. I... found I had an affinity with wind." Looking sideways, she crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side. "I am able to conceal things under multiple layers of dense air as well as release the pressurised air to propel myself in a certain direction. And... while I was learning alchemy... I learnt quite a lot of healing magecraft."
"That's good, because I don't do healing. Can you use your wind to levitate other things?, besides yourself, I mean." He asked, obviously thinking of what to do. "We need to locate the others first... are you very attached to your servants?"
She flinched. Although she shrugged her shoulders and looked on with a disinterested look, the action from before was still very prominent. "Not really. Why do you ask?"
"No reason~" Astaroth answered, practically purring, with an innocent smile on his/her face. "Can we drink our tea?... What kind of experience do you have when it comes to fighting?" Laughing into her hand, she looks at the 'maid' strangely. "You have no need to ask to drink. It's fine." Sitting down onto the couch, Kakusabi picked up her cup and took a small sip. "Experience in combat huh...? I've been in a controlled spar before. Not much other than that, unfortunately."
His amused expression turned into a groan. "So I AM babysitting. Have you ever even killed someone?. What spells do you know to kill someone quickly?" Suddenly lurching forward, Kakusabi placed a hand over her mouth to avoid spilling her tea. "K-kill?" Placing down her teacup, since it started shaking in her hands, she looked at Caster. "I-I've never. ...They don't teach that. There's no easy information on thaumatargy that could... kill someone easily."
"How on Earth are you planning to win, then?. We have to kill, murder, eliminate the rest. Well, some of them will fight as well so not everyone. But you have to be ready because they WILL go for the kill and I'm not a goddamn nanny. Or a shield." He growled at her, taking his own teacup and drinking.
With those words the Magus tensed, hands clenched into fists as they applied pressure onto her lap. She hung her head. There was a considerable pause before she spoke up to answer the Heroic Spirit. "I apologise. I... didn't think this through." Shutting her eyes tightly shut, the silence from before had become suffocating, tense. "I'll- I'll kill... if necessary."
"Of course you will. Either you kill, or you DIE. So for your sake, don't hesitate, hesitation will get you killed as well. What about weapons? Can you use any for physical fighting? Do you have swords here? or something big and made of metal?" Their chances weren't high. "There are swords kept in... the mansion but... I've never... tried to learn."
"The swords are for me, you stick to magic and smaller weapons. I can't teach you sword fighting in a day" he answered, with a huff of annoyance. The two sipped tea in silence, the one with pink hair with a downtrodden expression, in dismay. The other was only frustrated with the circumstances that they had been given, and, looking like the young girl he currently was, seemed to be pouting. One of the servants descended into the room with her hair tied into a bun and cleaning supplies in hand. Approaching the two sat on the couch, she began to speak. "The west wing has been cleared. If there is anything else to be taken care of, please inform me, Mistress." The servant was an elderly woman dressed in the same attire that Caster was wearing, her face showed her age and hands clearly those belonging to a hard worker. Dismissing her from her initial duties, Kakusabi asked for her to stay near her room for the time being, and inform her if she sees anyone loitering around near the mansion, as well as keep the other servants away. Nodding, the servant went off to put away the objects in her hands and report back for her extra duties. Turning back to Caster, Kakusabi changed the topic of the conversation and the two started to talk about general things, like the modern society and what Caster should expect in this new area.
-Time Skip for Team 7-
Decorating the night sky, the moon had been in the place of the sun for quite some time now. The darkness of the night almost seemed to seep through the well-illuminated mansion, the absence of people in such a large abode cannot be simply dismissed. Abruptly, Kakusabi stood up and gestured for Caster to follow her, heading towards the set of stairs that led upstairs. Climbing up, the second level almost seemed impossibly huge compared to the first one. The floor was decorated with a velvet red carpet and a chandelier hung from the roof of the mansion. Statues and artwork sprinkled the hallway, with each piece of artwork startlingly different to the next. In front of the stairs was a set of double doors coloured a brilliant shade of dark blue, a golden doorknob to add to the grandiose feeling of everything that shared a floor with it. Sharply turning to the left, Kakusabi darted towards a door at the end of the hallway, presumably her room. As she twisted the doorknob and opened the door, what laid inside was a puzzling sight. The room itself was nothing like what presented itself outside. It was a white, although unlike the shades from before, it seemed sickeningly so. Suffocating, even. The bed was a simple wooden one with thin sheets draped across, seemingly untouched. A dresser stood next to the bed and a cracked mirror above it. There was a closet in front of the bed, it's hinges rusted and it's contents laid strewn across the floor in front of it. There were a few items placed on top of the dresser, namely a hairbrush; pink dye; powder; a bottle of pills; a music box and a vase filled with bell flowers. Kakusabi spoke up, addressing Caster. "I don't believe Heroic Spirits need to sleep, but if you want, you can always lay next to me!" Giggling at that, she trotted over to her bed and sat down onto the mattress, hands placed on either side of her torso. "I've got Atsumi on guard duty, so it should be fine."