So you're left with sanity to lose, 'cause the machine is a ruse.

[argentcruelty]

Who: argentcruelty, ysobritish and fragmentsoflucy
When: Backdated to the evening of the 12th, before sirens.
Where: Kadaj and Liquid's sparring grounds in an abandoned part of Sector 8.
Summary: Crazies meet to appraise each other's usefulness and plot to liberate Yaha.
Warnings: ...Does it really need to be said?

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[lucycoded]

[Shinji is just as restless at the other two, and for many of the same reasons. Impatience mostly, with the driving need to slaughter being held back in more than one way. The pills are the most obvious of these restraints and in his fever for freedom, one or twice he nearly forgot why it is that he wants Kazuhiko to remain on the forefront in the public eye. He'd done rouses before, and somehow he remembered them being easier to maintain than this, somehow without this twitching anticipation. Beyond that, the situation of losing Yaha, someone that he too has claimed as useful, and therefore his, seems to make the rushing thoughts move all the more quickly.

He arrives at the lot exactly ten minutes early. The time that spanned between leaving and arriving is absent, as is normal when he's in these states. However, his posture show nothing but cool confidence, with the way his hands are nonchalantly hooked by the thumbs into his front pockets. There's a gun tucked away along the small of his back, into his waistband, but they don't need to know that. Even if it's obvious that the new one, the strangest looking, has the same idea.

Stepping closer, his grin doesn't disappear, there's no reservations.]

Hunny, I'm home.

[argentcruelty]

[He doesn't respond to Liquid- it's not the first reassurance he's heard from the man since they'd started waiting. Reassurances were just that, just words, never good enough. A careless kick sends a small chunk of concrete-likely from damage caused by their sparring sessions-skittering over the ground, and Kadaj follows it with his eyes...

Ah, there we are. A brief glance over his shoulder at Liquid to make sure this man was the one they were waiting for, and then Kadaj's attention is fixed entirely on Shinji. He didn't look like anything special. Confident though, he'd give him that much. Kadaj tilts his head to one side in that childish manner of his, idly wondering how long that confidence would last when he was being chased down by a pack of Shadow Creepers.

Oh, but he'll play nice. For now.]

[ysobritish]

About damn time!

[Liquid somersaults to land in a crouch beside Kadaj. He's concerned, if truth be told. Shinji is unpredictable and this is going to be a dangerous meeting. Still, Kadaj is difficult to injure and Shinji doesn't have any particular powers on that front as far as he knows.]

Kadaj, this is Shinji. Shinji, Kadaj.

[lucycoded]

[Shinji's expression doesn't falter, even with the strange display and the stranger looking young man. Though, gotta say, he has a pretty decent taste in fashion. At least in the motorcyclist or bondage fetish genres.

He steps closer, his demeanor gaining a little bit of a impatient nature. He tips his head to the side to mirror Kadaj, though his eyes wander off instead of resting on the people before him. Confidence, blind confidence. He's not invincible, but that doesn't matter. The last thing he'd worry about is death. As long as it's a good rush, he doesn't much care.]

That's a pretty weird name, but I guess it completes the look, huh. [His eyes finish their wandering and focus on Kadaj in particular. Despite his words, there's no anger in his tone when he speaks:] It's about damned time you wore a watch, Liquid, I'm fuckin' early.

[argentcruelty]

[The brat is a motorcyclist all right, and his monster of a bike isn't far away, parked up at the front of one of the empty warehouse buildings. He twists the knife in the palm of his hand, and gives a quiet little laugh at Shinji's response to Liquid. Okay, so this one might be interesting after all.]

Brother told me about you. [Pacing closer, he circles Shinji like a curious predator, studying him intently.] You already know why we're here, don't you?

[ysobritish]

Not. Early. Enough.

[Liquid's retort is sharp and annoyed. He falls silent and steps back as Kadaj speaks and moves forward. The FAMAS hangs around his neck, in case of trouble, though he doubts he'll need it. Regardless, he moves to the optimum position to intervene if the two end up fighting.]

[lucycoded]

How early would early enough be then? [The knife nor the circling seem to intimidate him as he sidesteps, mirroring Kadaj, though his hands are very casually in his pockets. He takes note of what's around him, the bike, the... something around Liquid's neck.] Oh, I think I know this.

[A moment, a smirk as he steps closer, toward the predator studying him.] Yaha, right? Or maybe you just wanna react that scene from Akira.