Characters: Open to all
Location: Death City - Outer Death City Districts + City Borders
Rating: R
Time: November 16, midnight - 4am.
Description: Now that Shibusen’s defenses have been shattered, what sort of things will come creeping in to take advantage of this?
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The world is a vampire, sent to drain. )
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"Ow!"
The little dragon bounced back a few inches before rubbing his head and glaring up at the human he crashed into, "Hey! What the heck's wrong with you. Hangin' around while the place goes off!"
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...Oh. A tiny lizard-thing.
Okay, then.
"Shit man, let's be a Disney prince. If I sing, am I gonna attract more of you so I can go Snow White on these Kishin bastards or what."
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"Man, if you're gonna sing better be able to knock those guys down!" He pointed at the kishin before glaring up at Bro. Snow White? What was that gonna do?
"Yeah alright Prince Charmin', you can deal with it that way. I'm betting that your weapon'll be a lot more painful."
He sort of moves behind Bro's shoe, his eyes locked on the Kishin still hanging around, "Unless you really can sing that bad to put these out!"
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"Listen, lizard man. You want me to bust out a few tunes, get me a turntable or learn some goddamn beatboxing right now, 'cause I can decimate."
The Kishin, much like Mushu, wasn't looking too amused-- not that Bro cared. A true Strider always went for ironic entrances, and this was Bro's: no entrance at all.
"But as it is, I'm sans katana, my puppet soul brother, and a decent beat to get me goin'. Peaaaaaachy keen, godzilla junior, let's brainstorm."
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"Brainstorm. I'd rather hightail it outta here then try to figure anythin' else to do."
The kishin growled...or well that was the closest way that Mushu could describe it. He grabbed Bro's pant leg, "A-a'right...brainstorming. Any bright ideas?"
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Tap tap tapping on that 4th wall, there, but no matter-- Bro reaches down and picks Mushu up rather unceremoniously by the scruff of his neck, inspecting the red dragon with a rather unconcerned air. The Kishin Egg, in turn, takes a step forward towards the both of them, looking somewhat annoyed (since it is, to some extent, being ignored by this hat-clad, ridiculously-talking human) but mostly menacing.
"Alright, leapin' lizard. First things first. You a Weapon or a Meister."
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"Hey man, name's Mushu." He yelped and flailed a bit, not expecting to get picked up randomly. He glared at Bro for a moment before rolling his eyes, "Yeah, what the heck could Iwield? I'm a weapon man."
Wait...okay, being wielded by someone that wasn't Mulan because of an emergency was one thing. This sounded like it'd end up being n purpose.
"You really wanna fight that?"
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His tone deadpan, Bro raised the dragon eye-level with himself and squinted, 'sizing up' the creature that was now-established as a Weapon. "The hell do you turn into, Mushu, a plate of delicious pork? That could make a guy hungry."
One day, Bro might make sense and try to think in a linear manner, like most people do (though admittedly, Bro wasn't 'most people'). Today, apparently, wasn't that day.
"And if we don't Strife the hell out of that thing, we either get our asses killed or run like hell and get our ear chewed off later. First choice isn't an option, and as for the second..."
He totes Mushu like he would a pair of nunchaks.
"Striders don't abscond, bro."
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He hmphed and folded his arms, becoming a lot more interested once, despite the words, the tone became serious. He rolled his eyes but adjusted himself to facing Bro.
"Yeah, well abscond this brother." In a flash of what seemed to be ash, embers and rather puffy black smoke, there was a bladed war fan where once there was a tiny dragon. On the extended fan there was an etching of a Chinese Dragon. It began to glow red as Mushu's voice came through.
"Trust me and we'll get outta this in one piece. That's the way it works man." And it was; Guardianship or Partnership, Mushu worked on trust.
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Fighting was his setup. He had to go quiet to let the beatdown music reverberate in his ears, after all. But he did let himself ask one question, as he tossed Mushu in fan form up and down in his hands.
"The hell do you work."
Bro was handy with a sword, ninja stars, and various other forms of weaponry, but he'd never handled a fan before.
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"How do I work...take a second to think on it! I'ma bladed fan and if ya wanna step it up, I got a nasty fire power to." If the resonation was strong enough of course. If not then there'd be a whole hell of a lot of smoke.
"Can't handle things like that, I can stab things."
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Bro hadn't exactly gone through the whole tutorial concerning soul resonation, so the concept was still fairly new to him-- he was used to flying solo, moving things on his own time and maneuvering at his own (breakneck) pace. This would prove to be something difficult, but as always, he took it in Strider stride: cool-faced, he went into a stance, knowing that this was going to be a different kind of fight than usual.
...For one, he didn't have his super speed and his super strength. For another, he wasn't fighting his brother.
"You scratch my back and I scratch yours, beef jerky. You think you can keep up."
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Great.
"I can keep up hotshot! Ain't no one else in this town better at that then me! Let's get this started man!"
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