WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: The evening of March the 4th and through the night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The City has been saturated in haterade hate gas for days, and the emotions of those affected have hit critical mass. Rioting, fighting, looting, and heroism are all about to break out.
FORMAT: Whatever works
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Walking through town is quite scary/And not very sensible either )
...after he kicked the knife out of the guy's hand and gave him the same lecture he once gave Wanze, though at high volume and with a lot more swear words.
And so he was out on the street, walking home instead of his usual high-speed running, steaming with anger. He was a man who let his inner passion heat him up far too easily, and he'd already gone through a whole pack of cigarettes today in a vain attempt to calm down. He stalked up the street with his coat unbuttoned and scarf untied, flushed with heat and still pissed over everything. The first people to get in his way were kicked, kicked hard, flung into windows or walls with his feet. The first person to tell him not to do that got a car kicked towards him. Sanji was not going to take shit from anyone right now, friend or foe, and woe to anyone who crossed his path and splashed mud on his shoes.
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----Needless to say, it all got pulled off without a hitch. Good for the Major, Kkkkkkkinda for Beatrice. A part of her was filled with excitement and glee at the sight of all the chaos, the mayhem, and a pissed-off Sanji (who would make for a challenge), but another part of her was still with Bakura, who became a casualty as a result of her own selfishness and foolishness.
So now, she would have to do some damage control. But she's going to come off as arrogant and haughty as ever, letting out a loud cackle when she finally addresses Sanji himself:
"Hoh! Quite a change of heart you're undergoing, Sanji. I wonder...is this the real you?"
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He straightened up and threw back his shoulders, glaring. "I won't hurt you. Come at me if you will but I'm not going to fight you." It was said through clenched teeth, but the anger raging inside him went completely contrary to his nature as the love-cook. He still refused on principle to hurt women, but it was getting harder to control the surface impulses and stick to his ethic. He hadn't harmed a single female so far. If Sanji wanted to keep his head, he had to maintain that tiny shred of civility in the face of unnatural rage.
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Indeed. She can see the unbridled rage struggling to force its way out of Sanji's subconscious. And she's going to make a game out of it. To forget. To forget all that she has done.
She will test the limits of his restraint, woman though she is. She snaps her fingers once more, and out come her spears of light---seven of them.
"Lock away that rage, that anger, all you like. It will only make your itch harder to scratch. Don't be silly, Sanji. At their core, humans are animals, and they will give in to their primal instincts."
And she bids the spears to go flying at him, before she teleports away so it'll be difficult for him to counterattack.
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"I didn't know you liked them fat and long-winded," he said flippantly, keeping a wary eye on the sky above him. "What has he got that I haven't got - besides three times my weight and number of chins?"
At least none of his crewmates were around, this time. It was much harder to maintain his chivalry when there were others to protect. He didn't care about the civilians at the moment, since most of them didn't care about him either - they were either fleeing the area or involved in their own fights and not even paying attention to a floating witch and a high-kicking pirate.
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"Arise, Shoulder Towers!"
...And with that, two gigantic towers made of light are summoned, glowing brightly as they charge up energy to unleash rapid fire salvos of arrows, swords, and stakes to keep Sanji away from her.
But, she manages a chortle at his remark. "Hah! I'm afraid you have the wrong impression. I was interested in him only for his intellect. But, as it turns out, he is a coward just like the rest who fancy themselves as worldly."
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"Oh," Sanji said in response, gritting his teeth on his latest cigarette, "then you won't mind if I go and find the fat bastard and put my foot through his face." Good, a target would be good, something he could unleash all this pent-up rage towards that wasn't his crew. First, the towers, though, and they were not going to be easy. If he focused on one, he had the other at his back, and simultaneously dodging projectiles from both of them while moving in to kick them directly was stretching him to the limits of his agility and speed. It was exhilarating, though. He hadn't been tested like this in a long time. Ignoring the slashes where arrows got close and ripped across his legs, shoulders, and flanks, Sanji zig-zagged his way in towards the right-hand tower, approaching it from an angle in order to use it to block the projectiles from the second tower.
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"Arise! Giant Soldier Battle Line!"
...Thusly, about ten golems come to save the day, charging at Sanji as he proceeds to make his way to the towers. Beatrice can't help but cackle a bit at all the blood flying from Sanji's person as he gets struck by the smaller, faster projectiles---he reminds her of a bull seeing nothing but red. Perhaps the sight of his own blood was angering him? Amusing.
"Oh, no. My business with him is done and will never happen a second time. He may have sparked my cooperation at one point, but he also sparked my anger by crossing a very fine line of mine. Tell me, Sanji...are you willing to kill a man for the sake of a child?"
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"It's never so simple, Miss Beatrice. You know that, right?" He wiped some of the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "I have no problems killing someone, sometimes they don't even have to deserve it. But it's pointless to justify it by saying it's for anyone. If you're going to kill, it's going to be because you want to."
With that, Sanji took off at a dead run, heading into the cluster of golems around the nearest tower. The more enemies the better, he had an arsenal of melee attacks that served him well. He vaulted up as high as he could and planted his hands on the head of one, giving himself a perch from which to whirl his legs around and smash his feet into all the others, windmilling through them and then swinging his whole body gracefully upward. Instead of striking down at the last golem, he used it as a springboard to aim a stronger kick at the center of the tower. A few more arrows sliced across his chest as he came, but they weren't enough to slow his momentum as he flipped in mid-air and slammed both feet into the tower.
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She watches as her golems get kicked into shards of energy, and her tower toppling to the ground. But Sanji was getting more and more battered and beaten, and that was enough. He had limits. He was only human.
...That comforted her, in a sense. Because it confirmed the fact that she, too, could still live as a human in spite of her previous endless existence, as befitted her former title of "Endless Witch." She could be human and actually exist without having to rely on the fickle sense of belief of mortals in beings like herself.
She was real here. Flesh and blood. As much as it limited her, it freed her at the same time. Staved off the loneliness, the distance. Fighting with Sanji like this...
...But yes. She had wanted to kill Keith Anyan before. She wanted to kill the Major now.
For revenge. Anyan reminded her of the hell that Kinzo had put her through; the Major reminded her of the hell that Lambdadelta had been putting her through.
Beatrice laughs again. She spreads her arms wide, vanishing in a flurry of golden butterflies once more, summoning more tiles and pedestals to stand upon as she calls upon spiked wheels that come hurtling at Sanji as he leaps about.
"But what if the motive behind a murder was revenge? What if the victim had done something terrible to the so-called 'killer'? Is that death, then, not justifiable?"
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The wheels were coming at him, so he leaped to avoid them and looked for a clear spot on the pavement to plant his foot and kick a few away. He was wary of the second tower, but the hundreds of tiny cuts and nicks from the arrows and stakes were only making him feel more alive. Beatrice was keeping him moving and thinking, and it was much better than striking out in blind hatred at nothing. Of course, the fight was starting to block traffic, but Sanji didn't care. He leaped up onto the hood of a semi and used it to spring up and redirect the wheels into the sides of buildings, up until one came in too quickly and knocked him sprawling again.
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