Wow... dude, slow down. [Katou grins as he slips out of the house and to the porch with Gojyo.] Here. [And an unmarked cigarette is tossed at Gojyo's direction, an a lighter as well. Katou smells like smoke, and his grin is wider than usual.]
[smokingsrslftw!]mercurial314June 5 2008, 10:16:10 UTC
Mmn... Don't worry. I don't think he minds making more either. I told him about the plan and he said he could help with the electronics.
[Katou taps the ashes to the porch, looking over the river at the town. He digs up a pack of cigarettes, labeled with a stupid looking smiling face. He tosses it to Gojyo.]
An' ya know... I can hide those bombs. I'm a shapeshifter, my body does what I want it to do.
[Yay!Nicotine high]mercurial314June 5 2008, 21:37:55 UTC
[They might be the last ones without some weird side-effects. Enjoy them, Gojyo.]
Heh. I'm fuckin' tired of this apathetic hellhole. Wouldn't be the first time I threw myself into the fire. That's how war is.
[Katou glances at the redhead through a blond lock or two, hanging over his face. What does he got to lose? This place is worse than Heaven, and he has no place to go back to, no one to go back to. He's four times dead and cursed to die a violent death from life to another. At least he might take a Malnosso with him, yeah?]
[Yay!Notyetgenderswappotioned!]gojyo_saaamaJune 5 2008, 22:01:22 UTC
[Gojyo needs to think about that for a moment, while he finishes his second cigarette here. Oh, god, nicotine, you wonderful, wonderful drug!]
How's it work? How much can you, ah, hold?
[Please don't mind the expression. He's trying to imagine where, exactly, you could store a forearm-seized bomb or three, and it's doing bad things to his poor brains.]
[not-yet-you-say! ]mercurial314June 5 2008, 23:15:35 UTC
[There's an amused glimmer in the golden eyes. Then Katou breaks into low, husky laughter.]
I dunno, dude. I was sorta hoping the guy who magicked the cigarettes would be able to arrange something. If not, I'mma have to get creative, or we're gonna have to wait for the bodies. Or make some.
Look, I don't think it's a problem. [He straightens up, growing few inches as he does so, sprouting crimson hair and crimson eyes before he has sucked another drag from his cigarette. The scars are the last, a bit crooked because he's in a hurry and uncaring. The second Gojyo is very recognizable, though.] I guess it should work just as easily with creating hiding places. I dunno.
[teh mun, he is lollin' like crazy right now][1/2]gojyo_saaamaJune 5 2008, 23:39:00 UTC
[It's instinctual, the way Gojyo immediately takes a step back and raises his hands, ready to fight. Guys who look like him tend to be murderous shikigami, you see.]
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Nah. Not anymore.
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You're my new best friend.
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Fuck.
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[He smoked the first one fast enough to feel the nausea for the next fifteen minutes, nicotine rush, smoke in his eyes, and yet, it had been a heaven.
He shifts, lighting up another one. Taking a first drag, he sighs happily.]
So, are we gonna blow those dipshits up? [He's smirking behind his cigarette, looking down at his feet.]
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They're not gonna know what fuckin' hit 'em.
[Wow. Even getting a hit of filter is fantastic! ...Gah. Mostly.]
So, what'd these cost ya, an' how many can ya spare?
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[Katou taps the ashes to the porch, looking over the river at the town. He digs up a pack of cigarettes, labeled with a stupid looking smiling face. He tosses it to Gojyo.]
An' ya know... I can hide those bombs. I'm a shapeshifter, my body does what I want it to do.
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We could own this whole fuckin' town with him workin' with us, y'kn--
[Wait, shapeshifter?]
You're volunteerin'?
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Heh. I'm fuckin' tired of this apathetic hellhole. Wouldn't be the first time I threw myself into the fire. That's how war is.
[Katou glances at the redhead through a blond lock or two, hanging over his face. What does he got to lose? This place is worse than Heaven, and he has no place to go back to, no one to go back to. He's four times dead and cursed to die a violent death from life to another. At least he might take a Malnosso with him, yeah?]
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How's it work? How much can you, ah, hold?
[Please don't mind the expression. He's trying to imagine where, exactly, you could store a forearm-seized bomb or three, and it's doing bad things to his poor brains.]
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I dunno, dude. I was sorta hoping the guy who magicked the cigarettes would be able to arrange something. If not, I'mma have to get creative, or we're gonna have to wait for the bodies. Or make some.
Look, I don't think it's a problem. [He straightens up, growing few inches as he does so, sprouting crimson hair and crimson eyes before he has sucked another drag from his cigarette. The scars are the last, a bit crooked because he's in a hurry and uncaring. The second Gojyo is very recognizable, though.] I guess it should work just as easily with creating hiding places. I dunno.
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What the...!
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