[THREAD; CLOSED]

[fearsmoe]

Who: Senji Kiyomasa [fearsmoe] and Belphegor [principe_cieco].
Where: The slaughterhouse.
When: After this thread.
Summary: Senji wants to fight the prince. ♥
Rating: R for violence, swearing.
Other: Shit yeah, final boss fight! CUE THEME MUSIC!

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[principe_cieco]

It had been a while since the prince had gotten into a fight that was outside of his job. Though he didn't like thinking about his job too much lately -- especially with what the cat-kid said about Mammon. How did he know about the baby anyways? Che, whatever. He probably shouldn't brush off the other youth so easily; after all, they could be considered what, friends? (Despite the fact that Bel never got his name) But no matter. He was a prince, he did what he wanted. And speaking of doing what he wanted, he took his sweet time going down to the slaughterhouse. After all, the party waited on the star, and he was the star. He was the Prince.

A figure was already stepping into the slaughterhouse by the time he got there and he moved slowly, hands deep into the pockets of his thick black trench coat. Of course, coming late meant he couldn't set up everything like he wanted to -- decorate the room, the building with his spiderwebs. But that was alright. He would win anyways because it was a firm rule that as royalty, he had to win everything. Not that he minded. He liked winning.

Belphegor curled his lips back into an arrogant sneer at the words, catching the end of them and chuckling. "Ushishishi. Talking to yourself? That's not sane."

He approached from behind, hands still in his pockets with his head cocked to the side, golden locks over his face. You would've thought of him as an angel kid if it wasn't for that wickedly twisted grin plastered across his lips, crown perched precariously upon his head. He was the star, the light, everyone looked at him for he was the winner and everything bowed to him. Belonged to him. Like this fight would. "Buuuut~ The prince will see what he can do." Tongue darted out, tracing across his lips excitedly.

[fearsmoe]

As soon as he heard the person approach, he broke out into a bright smile. Of course, he wasn't quite sure if this was the person that he was waiting for or just someone who decided to visit the slaughterhouse. The corners of his smile faded slightly as he thought it was just some snot-nosed kid who wanted to get a good scare before running off. But, it seemed like it really was the former. The guy wasn't heading for the hills and actually seemed relatively at ease with this place. At least, a lot more at ease than Senji was. That vexed him just a little because it seemed like their little battle of wills had already been decided.

"Who has to be sane here?" Senji responded easily before turning to meet the Prince. He wasn't quite put off by the fact that he looked so young. Though, his expression shifted from the grinning maniac to something of brief confusion as soon as he laid his eyes on the crown. Really, he had nothing to make fun of because his taste in clothes was not much better; leather pants, dirty boots that were worn almost to where he would have to buy new ones, and of course, he too had a jacket but he just didn't wear any shirt underneath it. It was obvious that he was regretting this decision just a little as goosebumps from the cold started to appear over his chest. "A crown huh? Looks like I might get a prize after all."

Other than to be able to fight someone.

"So! Let's start!" Not one for formalities, he quickly dragged the blades of the rings down the outside of his arms. As soon as the blood started to run, he took control of it. Instead of dripping down onto the floor, the blood seemed to almost solidified into a net-like appearance, forming into two scythe-like blades on both of his arms. "This is the Crow Claw!" He started to laugh, not realizing that the name of his 'weapon' was actually somewhat lame. No, he was very proud of the name that he had given his Branch of Sin. "What do you got, Prince?"

[principe_cieco]

"Ushishi. Everyone."

Belphegor said with a shrug, rocking back and forth in his spot with his hands still deep into his pockets, grin lengthening like a Cheshire cat. this person didn't look so tough. An easy fight really, but he laughed, a thin 'ushishishi'. "We'll see."

Yes, they would see. The prince always won. He was the star, he was the world and everything revolved him. He would win or the other would die, and either way, he didn't mind those choices. However, a brow arched at the self-mutilation, the blood peeking his interest and his grin seemed to sharpen like a knife, watching as the blood became some sort of weapon. This was familiar. Reminded him of... Silly Minatsuki. She had magical blood too. Huh. Well, that was curious and sent shivers down his spine, hands emerging from his pockets. Knives seemed to hover around his fingers, exact copies of each other, incredibly sharp and oh-so accurate.

"Just some toys."

But his voice was laced with excitement and anticipation. He didn't want to get his blood running yet though -- wanted to be in the right state of mind just to see some more of this 'Crow Claw'. "C'mon, ladies first." And he crooked a finger at the other, insisting attack. Because the prince never struck first.

[fearsmoe]

"Heh." Not really a noise that agreed or disagreed but found the concept funny. Who thought that anyone down where they were actually had any sanity left? Well, that wasn't fair to him. He was quite sane. Or did an insane person say that to make themselves feel better? Oh, well. He didn't want to get into a debate about sanity. That wasn't really the point of a fight, now was it? The point was to find out who was stronger. And Senji really had no issue with beating up a kid if the kid actually had some good moves on 'em.

"Toys, huh?" Scratching his nose with his thumb, he thought about it for a bit. The second came and went before he decided that he would take the little princeling on his offer to strike first. 'Course, he had paled slightly at the mention of 'ladies' and would have said that they didn't have to bring them into their conversation. Well, so long as they all were like Larxene, that would be fine -- non-risque dressed girls.

Darting out towards the prince, he started first by striking out with his right arm -- slashing down in a diagonal fashion. The 'Crow Claw' that originally was clinging closely to his arm lashed outward, trying to cut flesh or clothes. It was his plan that a few seconds after the prince responded to the initial attack, he was going to swing his left arm up to try to cut him in any way -- or at the very least, defend against those knives that he was brandishing. Not that he minded getting cut; meant that he had more blood to work with, but too much blood lost from both wounds and his 'Crow Claws' and he'd be in some trouble.