[Open to New Applicants]

[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals and NPCS.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: October 21 - 22
Description: And even more!

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OUTSIDE SHIBUSEN

[thisismyera]

Having finally lead beyond the bizarre confines of Shibusen Academy’s grounds, the next part of the tour rewards the patience - or lack thereof, but it truly makes no difference - of those obediently following with their first sight of the new world that they’ll be living in. Meeting the eyes is the only very mildly impressive view of a broad, open terrace, just beyond the main entrance. Surrounding the premises to the curious beholder, though, stretches the significantly more impressive expanse of Death City, and beyond even that, all the way to the horizon, rolls the seemingly-endless desert of Nevada, United States. As a result, and as one would expect, it is ungodly hot, which might just serve to diminish the majesty just a little. That is to say nothing of that freakish-looking sun that grins either welcomingly or malevolently, but nonetheless in greeting at the newcomers below.

None of those things, though, even begin to measure up to the grandeur and seemingly-divine radiance that emanates from the being that stands before the

[lionborn]

Staring at the human for a moment, Leo's attention was quickly stolen away by the sight of the city beneath and around them.

"What the fuck- ?", he muttered, brushing past the still-talking brat and staring at the distance.

[thisismyera]

Did he just...? Wait. No. If there was one thing Tsubaki told him seventeen or eighteen times, it's that these new people are unsettled and scared and otherwise ignorant of his majesty. And that he could fully explain his Bigness to them when they were less freaked out.

Eighteen times had just been enough.

"Yeah, like I said, Death City," Black★Star said, after he'd finally finished his speech. "Don't mind all the death." Despite halloween festivities approaching, it pretty much looked like this all the time.

[lionborn]

Still staring at the city, Leo replied with the first thoughts that came to his mind. "Yeah, nice naming sense you've got here. Doesn't live up to its name much, does it?" In his mind it didn't. There was no reek of blood or the indescribable odor of resignation and real misery around.

[thisismyera]

"Hey, people die all the time," Black★Star replied nonchalantly. "It's a warzone. I had to fight off a Witch Invasion when I got back here." Of course, lately it had been more quiet, but still. It was pretty dangerous! But not for him. He'd tell anyone who'd listen that he fought the whole thing off himself, even if it was only one third true.

[lionborn]

Leo shrugged. There were no fires or explosions that were paired with the nauseous stench of boiling blood and flesh. No trace of any sirens going off at the distance anywhere, either. Which meant that there was only one question left to ask.

"...Is that sun really grinning?"

[fightlikeacow]

Almost all the tour-guides were young, but for some reason on seeing Black★Star, Guybrush assumed he was just a kid. He gave a friendly smile.

"That's a cute costume. Are you gonna fight witches, too, when you grow up?"

[thisismyera]

C-Cute?! Oh man, and this guy totally did not just call him a kid. That is what he hoped. For his sake. There was a fairly strict policy (instituted because of him, no doubt) against turning new guests into bloody smears.

"...Are you trying to pick a fight?" He glared. Who stuck by policy, anyway?

[fightlikeacow]

Wow, this kid really took his game seriously.

"A fight? Maybe when you're a little older."

He attempts to ruffle Black★Star's hair.

[thisismyera]

In a rare display of compassion and Zen-like tolerance, Black★Star refrains from breaking the guy's wrist out of hand when he intercepts the would-be hair-rufflage with a snap of a hand. He does seize the wrist nonetheless, though.

"Don't. Touch. The hair." He growls warningly. As if to make a point of a very real threat, he holds his other fist up and his Soul Wavelength crackles within his grasp in the form of tangible electricity.

[fightlikeacow]

Okay, Guybrush takes notice of that. Normal kids do not have electricity in their fists. Also, he finally notices that the kid has some significant muscles.

"Uh... alright. No hair-touching."

This place is creepy...

[scentedcamellia]

After the initial greetings were over, Tsubaki had headed outside to make sure the guests all found their way onto th next portion of the tour. There were a lot of them this time around, and she didn't want anyone getting lost or feeling left out.

Then she heard the warning growl of her partner. Letting out a deep sigh, the Weapon rushed over with quick steps, her hand coming up to her mouth as she watched the encounter anxiously.

"B-Black★Star! Please don't fight with the guests!" She took another few quick steps over before she bowed apologetically. "Please don't be upset with him. He just has a quick temper."

[fightlikeacow]

Guybrush stepped back, away from the creepy kid. When he spoke he was back to being cheerful again.

"It's alright. Happens all the time," he replied, not even considering that he might be part of the reason that sort of thing happened a lot.

[thisismyera]

Black★Star's eyes slid across at the sound of Tsubaki arriving and he sighed, quietly. His partner - she was always ruining the perfect opportunity to exercise his Bigness. He could've gone for demonstrating before this batch just how strong he was too, and how little they were before him.

Instead he released the guy's wrist and grumbled something unintelligible in the girl's direction before asking, "Look, did you want something?" At least his hair was still safe.

[fightlikeacow]

With his wrist free, Guybrush was able to take a couple more steps back.

"Well, since you mentioned it... I was kind of wondering how long this war is gonna take. I have to get home to my wife."

[hi_blog]

"Wao. Give me a weapon and I'll fight you right now."

He was not happy to be missing his tonfa. And this guy's attitude was getting on his nerves.