[Application] Andrew Jackson (motherfucker!), Ansem Retort

[a_jackson_mofo]

Well, it's not every day the giant disembodied head of a dead president floated through the door.

Where the fuck am I? he said as he floated around. Bitches better answer me if they don't want lightning up their ass!

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[babylonjackal]

It was the lightning that drew Akabane. He knew, from explorations of the popcorn room and his researches that none of those he knew had been here before. Lightning was something he was familiar with, and it was with mixed feelings that he observed it wasn't Ginji that had arrived.

He still entered the room, curious always, just what he could gain from this caustic, floating head. "Werepire?" he asked, his hand coming up to touch the brim of his hat, his eye observing the newcomer through the slit in his hat.

[a_jackson_mofo]

Werewolf vampires, motherfucker! Bitch tried to kill me over nothing!

Well, it was nothing to him.

[babylonjackal]

"We do not seem to have those here, yet," Akabane replied. Whether or not he was disappointed by this couldn't be determined by his expression, which appeared from under the brim of his hat again.

[a_jackson_mofo]

Well, good! I hate werepires. You know what I hate more? Peace treaties!

[babylonjackal]

"Yare, yare," Akabane said, almost a laugh. "Then, you should likely find this place to your liking. There is little control."

[a_jackson_mofo]

Excellent! I can go kick some punks in the ass!

[babylonjackal]

Akabane tilted his head a little. He didn't quite see how this floating head could kick anyone, unless he meant the lightning as a 'kick.' "Then, you are a vigilante?" he asked. He didn't think normal law enforcement would either deal with 'werepires' or be enthusiastic about 'kicking some punks.'

[a_jackson_mofo]

No, bitch! I'm a president! Formerly a soldier.

[babylonjackal]

Akabane frowned a little. "Of which country?" he asked. He couldn't place the name, but there were many countries and he didn't necessarily keep up with politics more than he needed to.

[a_jackson_mofo]

The United States, fool! Back when the country was as badass as I was!

[babylonjackal]

Akabane's hand returned to the brim of his hat. "I am not familiar with United States history," he said smoothly. "It was not studied where I went to school," he added. This head was beginning to irritate him, though. He wondered if it would be worth the effort to find amusement to would it be better to cut his losses and leave.

[a_jackson_mofo]

Your school sounds like it was ran by pansies, then!

[babylonjackal]

His hand came down, the glimmer of a scalpel at his finger tips. "I did not go to school in your United States," he said levelly. "I think you will find, outside your small borders, you are not that well known."

[a_jackson_mofo]

Don't see why. I'm a badass motherfucker! Fought werepires in Transylvania too!

[babylonjackal]

"That impresses only those who have seen werepires," Akabane said blandly. He brought his hand up, showing four blades. "The vampires here are quite entertaining. Are you?" he asked, flicking the blades at the floating head, four more appearing between his fingers.

[a_jackson_mofo]

Andrew floated to the left, three of the blades missing, the last one nicking his ear.

Oh, it's on now, bitch! he cried, aiming lightning at Akabane.