Who: Genkaku, Nagi, Rokuro; also open to Johan, Alucard, Nataku
Where: The Liebert Mansion
When: January 6, 2 AM
Summary: Genkaku sent Nagi an 'invitation', and it's been accepted.
Rating: R
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SEMI-9 and SNIPERED him. on that WALL they posted him. they CORNERED him. )
"You know why I'm here." Words laid flat, tinged with ice -- Nagi took a half-step forward, forcing himself to still the faintest tremor in his limbs (out of anger, out of fear, it was hard to tell) and biting back the bitter aftertaste of hatred at the back of his throat. The orbs of blood continued to circle him, streaking brilliant red through the darkness -- acting out a useless barrier that would serve no purpose. (No, Nagi knew all to well that his ability was nigh-useless here. Which was why the cold weight of a revolver pressed against his belt, hidden under the folds of his jacket. An ugly weapon that he had no desire to associate with -- but once again, it was all about the lack of viable options. Backed into a corner, it was the only thing he had left.)
Hand clenched into a fist, hovering above his belt, slowly leaking streaks of blood into the air, he stopped a distance away from where Genkaku was -- words growing sharper with each hoarse breath. "Where is she and what have you done to her."
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Swirls of read formed balls once again and Genkaku knew that they wouldn’t have any effect on him. Hell, Nagi should have known that too, right? Then why the hell was he wasting blood and shit? The balls of blood didn’t intimidate him; they didn’t make the monk worry about his well-being. Only thing Genkaku could think of was that they were for show, and it wasn’t very impressive. "Heh...come on Owl, don’t say it like that." He muttered as he took a step forward, "I know you came here to see me, why you in denial, huh?" A lazy shrug was to follow with that demeaning voice that emerged from his throat. "Don’t worry; she wasn’t really that good anyway." The words that he spoke were to provoke Nagi, to taunt him; "Guess you really can’t save anyone, so why don’t you just give it up?"
Genkaku’s vision went to the kid that had earned himself a ticket to one of the greatest gigs alive. The monk placed the thin cigar back between his lips and tilted his head, speaking to Rokuro with disinterest, "Hey kid, get over 'ere." He basically ordered. Genkaku would have liked this much better if it was just him and Nagi, but the kid was kinda useful and curious about the whole deal, so Genkaku thought he may as well enlighten him.
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The teacher's aura of animosity was palpable but he didn't enjoy the prospect of loitering around Genkaku in the current situation anymore; he had a general idea of Nagi's psychology and tactics, but not of the monk's. Fucking assholes - he glanced hatefully into the redhead's back and meandered away several steps - 'here' being a location subject to interpretation. "...He's probably got a handgun..."
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The only reason he'd kept the firearm hidden so far was in the vague hope that the element of surprise would be on his side, but now that it had been given away, there wasn't a point to it any more. Falling back a half-step, he drew the revolver, the steel cold and heavy in his hand as he aimed it at Genkaku -- ignoring the faintest shiver that ran down his arm. (-- shoot, shoot now, kill him, KILL HIM --)
"Shut up, shut up." Synthetic words harsh with anger, interrupted only by the click of the hammer cocked back. His aim shook the slightest, but at this range, it hardly mattered. "I won't let you harm anyone else, not any more." The blood orbs continued to hover, bristling furiously with tendrils of red now. His ability alone was useless, but the firearm must count for something -- and Rokuro, he knew, was largely a noncombatant. There had to be a way out of this, there had to, there had to. Swallowing hard the taste of fear and smoke, he steadied his gaze to a hard glare. "I'm not interested in your taunts. Where is she."
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At the sight of the revolver, Genkaku could only quirk his eyebrow. Damn, how conventional, now was Nagi just some guy who had plans to get some sort of revenge? Either way, it made the monk groan with irritation and sneer in disappointment. "Come on Owl, don’t disappoint me now." He muttered, "You can do way better. Heh, you deserve way better then using that ya’know."
The monk scratched his head briefly as a continuous amused noise emerged from his throat at the inquiry about the young woman Genkaku was about to get trigger-happy with. "She was pretty cute...pissed me off though, made me want to use Katsu." He said with a smug tone that occupied a smug expression, "Dunno where she is now, probably dog meat, just like your kid."
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His attention's returned to Nagi, and more importantly the frigid object in his possession. The likelihood of the teacher opening fire on him floated in the range of 5 to 1 percent, a significant number to the traitor. Though Rokuro anticipated the front row and not the stage he refrained from movement that would incite repercussions. A low murmur: "Genkaku you bastard......"
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"You're lying." It was stuck between a plea and a command -- praying, demanding that the careless words were falsehoods. (I cannot have been the cause of another death. Not like her, I won't allow it, I can't allow another person to die because I failed. I won't let this be a repeat, I can't, I can't --) "You're lying, I don't know what you're talking about." Words rendered in synthetic tones wavered and crackled as his breath skipped, playing an arrhythmic catastrophe. A rushed step forward, the gun gripped tighter, tighter, aim flickering between the two standing before him. "Where did you leave her. I'll kill you if you -- "
And a jagged scream of pain tore its way through his temples, whispering that there was something he was forgetting. Something that lay deep within his memory. Something that he should keep in mind here. A flicker of mottled colors, the angry hues of a long-lost image that teased at the back of his mind. A bead of sweat rolled down his jawline as he swallowed hard, limbs shaken by unbidden tremors. (There is no 'massacre', there is no 'child.' He's lying. He has to be.)
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"Here Owl..." He murmured, jerked his head to the side and held the destructive weaponry to his hip, "I’ll show ya how to do it." And with a wide grin and the show of carnivorous teeth, he aimed at Nagi’s thigh; his finger itching to aim at Nagi’s head, but Genkaku didn’t want to kill him, it would have been too damn merciful. "It isn’t hard to kill, you should know that."
A loud noise escaped from the barrel and the metal that emerged from the gun went straight to the other’s leg.
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"Keh," a single note of laugher crackled from his throat. The kid's jaws merrily parted, "Do ya have any idea I had pointed at me in my life? Do you? But just for this! I'll dig up the whore's corpse Genkaku did in and take a shit down her neck!! Put the fucking gun down retard you're out-matched!!" Rokuro flitted behind the monk's firearm and held on below the barrel. "H-hey, what are you waiting for? Blow this robot to pieces!"
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Instantly, a blossom of pain exploded in his leg, heralding a splatter of blood -- the bullet tearing through flesh just below where he'd previously been shot. Shards of glass shot through his veins, and he gasped, all the breath driven out of his lungs as he staggered back -- Rokuro's words ringing in his ears.
And when he focused his gaze on the past traitor, for a moment the shadow of true insanity flickered across his features, pale eyes alight with unbridled anger (-- I'll kill you, I'll tear you to pieces, don't dare speak of her like that, I'll kill you, your insides will decorate the floor --). The sharp whipcrack of a gunshot, as he pulled the trigger to the revolver, aimed at the guitar-gun -- a quick one-two shot as he fell to his knees, blood starting to pool on the floor beneath him.
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Genkaku nudged Rokuro back firmly and took aim. Instead of actually giving a fuck where he shot, the monk let out a full-blown stray of bullets, "Heh, this the kinda gig you want, Owl?" He murmured, words that were drowned out by the bullets that hit almost everything but vital organs. Shells clattered the gound and if anyone woke up because of this riot then good for them, Genkaku wasn’t going to let Nagi escape the time.
Smoke rose from the instrument and the monk inhaled deeply, he looked at his obsession with a humor-filled snort and chuckle before turning back to Rokuro, "Hey, take him to where his girlfriend was before I tossed her in a ditch." Then a jerk of his head towards Nagi, "This concert isn’t over yet."
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Running through the hallways, he hurried to where all the shooting was coming from. The door to the room was closed which he could tell as he headed towards it -- there was a moment when he thought of swinging his ribbon at the wooden doors, but if he created an unwanted mess regardless if he was trying to save the family, that would be unacceptable. Coming to an abrupt halt, he opened the door before starting to pull his arm back to swing his weapon at the intruders only ...
"Genkaku." The ribbon dropped to his side, lying dead at his feet. "I thought there was something I should be concerned about." It seemed as though he was entertaining guests and was about to excuse himself before he noticed the body on the floor. Gesturing to the individual, he asked. "Is that person dead?"
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"I'll rend him apart for fucking with my work - right now," his voice hissed throughout the dark interior. His nails dug into his hand, crudely mutilating the flesh into strips. An ugly, medieval-esque knife formalized from the liquid and into his twitching grip as Rokuro giddily paced to the victim of this game. He was unaware of the third voice, or any for that matter as he crouched before Nagi and aimed the crimson instrument at his face. Surely if Hummingbird could see the spectacle now she would be impressed, he observed in the recesses of his distraught mentality.
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He was barely aware of the newcomer to the room, really, barely aware of anything at this point, trying to force his shattered limbs to move, trying to force himself back up, regardless of the way his vision wavered and doubled -- and then he was aware of the narrow figure drawing closer. (Don't come near me.) His vision had deteriorated into a mosaic of blurs and colors, everything flooding together, but even so, he could make out the outlines of the blade being formed -- no doubt intended for him.
It was instinct, more than anything, the pure and untainted will to live, that caused his own blood to peel off the floor in flickers of bright red -- swirling through the air and forming the familiar orbs in half an instant. "Don't touch me." It could hardly be called a warning, with the way there was no pause between words and action, pale eyes alight with a cold, cold violence -- before the blade could sink in, the spheres had already shot through the air, aimed for Rokuro's chest.
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"Rokuro." He murmured almost hatefully, Genkaku would never call Rokuro his real name unless the kid pissed him off. Violets looking down at the blood-formed knife that lodged out of his palm, and then a deep chuckle left his mouth. "Heh...fuckin' idiot, you’re no match for my Owl." The monk murmured and a wrist went up to his mouth and he ripped the string that held a dozen prayer beads. Said beads fell upon the blood-formed orb and he watched it dissolve, soon afterwards, the monk swung his guitar-like machine gun against his shoulder and gave Rokuro an effortless violet blow to the side of his head. "You gotta learn when to back off. You wouldn't wanna piss off Shiva, would'ya?"
The monk turned back to Nataku and Genkaku jerked his head towards Nagi in a gesture to summon the platinum-haired boy to him. "Hey there, you wanna help me get this lazy bastard to the play room?" He said with a smirk.
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It did not matter that the other guest would have almost been killed, or at least injured in some way, because the person in the hat had told him that if an individual had the means to kill someone, they should act on it. Those that could not defend themselves were not worthy to live. Was that not correct? However, he was not able to muse on this for too long before he was addressed in the conversation. Looking away from the injured man to the monk and back -- understanding the gesture given to him, he tilted his head slightly in question before deciding that he should not ask.
"Understood." Walking over to the 'lazy bastard', Nataku decided to introduce himself as his ribbon snapped out to wrap around the other's body -- while he could have probably let the man rest on his shoulder as they walked to the room in question, it seemed like the individual was a little tired for various reasons and it would just be easier to carry him with his ribbon instead. "I am Nataku. If you would be so kind as to follow me. However, you do not have much of a choice in the matter." A brief pause. "I apologize."
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