until your heart stops beating
Characters: team charizard. that is, kasai and xanxus
Location: somewhere away from the tour
Rating: uhhh i'm gonna put M for violence rn!
Time: post-arrival, where xanxus displays his stalking skills
Description: after this.
The chair wasn't actually important. Well, okay, it kind of is, because Xanxus lost his box and his ring and his goddamned guns were useless as fuck and of course, someone or something has to break before he combusts in his own rage. The chair was unfortunately convenient. One of the tourguides left it there in the open and it was a cheap foldable thing.
No-one will miss it if he wields it like an axe, attempting to hack through Kasai's head.
Which actually makes him question at one point. Why was he doing this again? He was upset. He has been kidnapped, again, but he had no knowledge of this place when he returned to Italy and yet this place remembers him, if that's even logical, if that's even possible. Which means that every appearance and disappearance is, somehow, documented or imprinted into the fucking BREW. Which means that BREW operates on certain patterns to bring in certain people which means that it may not be operating on a random algorithm, after all, and all this crap about BREW being equally shitty to everybody else is a shit theory filled with goddamned shit. The worst part of it is that the most these people probably know about BREW is that it tends to bring people in goddamned batches every now and then (he forgot the ratio; these were things that Squalo was supposed to keep track of when he was here, anyway) coupled with neatly packaging them into Meisters or Weapons. There's a 50-50 chance you're either one or the other and nobody -- he doesn't know why he thinks this, but this is something his gut tells him, and he knows better than to doubt it most days -- nobody walks in without a rank.
Which means that this whole thing was orchestrated and blah fucking blah.
That was the logistics. The most important part was this: he was stuck again in this goddamned place and he is still a meister (there are some things to be thankful for, still) and none of them were generous enough to end the war when he wasn't around. Which means having to establish things. Which means more work without the Varia intact. Which means a whole lot of inconveniences that Xanxus doesn't want to deal with because primarily, it's not his job to deal with.
But it is now. So where does that leave him? Completely fucking mad, and he's stuck with his fucking partner who doesn't give a crap about his brilliance or his finer observations about their current forced captivity.
It leaves him pretty fucking mad. Actually, at best, he's mad enough that he can wield the chair and walk to Kasai in long, angry strides while holding it like an axe because he's enraged about all of these petty things and they are building up they are building up they are building up
"I always hated reunions," he spoke slowly, evenly, because there's a bloodcurdling rage coiling around his gut like a snake. "And this isn't a goddamned exception, but man. There are fucking things to be done, and right now?"
He's gonna move closer and raise that chair and threaten to hit you with it, Kasai. Just like he's been doing for t he past couple of minutes.
"I need to see something fucking break."
Location: somewhere away from the tour
Rating: uhhh i'm gonna put M for violence rn!
Time: post-arrival, where xanxus displays his stalking skills
Description: after this.
The chair wasn't actually important. Well, okay, it kind of is, because Xanxus lost his box and his ring and his goddamned guns were useless as fuck and of course, someone or something has to break before he combusts in his own rage. The chair was unfortunately convenient. One of the tourguides left it there in the open and it was a cheap foldable thing.
No-one will miss it if he wields it like an axe, attempting to hack through Kasai's head.
Which actually makes him question at one point. Why was he doing this again? He was upset. He has been kidnapped, again, but he had no knowledge of this place when he returned to Italy and yet this place remembers him, if that's even logical, if that's even possible. Which means that every appearance and disappearance is, somehow, documented or imprinted into the fucking BREW. Which means that BREW operates on certain patterns to bring in certain people which means that it may not be operating on a random algorithm, after all, and all this crap about BREW being equally shitty to everybody else is a shit theory filled with goddamned shit. The worst part of it is that the most these people probably know about BREW is that it tends to bring people in goddamned batches every now and then (he forgot the ratio; these were things that Squalo was supposed to keep track of when he was here, anyway) coupled with neatly packaging them into Meisters or Weapons. There's a 50-50 chance you're either one or the other and nobody -- he doesn't know why he thinks this, but this is something his gut tells him, and he knows better than to doubt it most days -- nobody walks in without a rank.
Which means that this whole thing was orchestrated and blah fucking blah.
That was the logistics. The most important part was this: he was stuck again in this goddamned place and he is still a meister (there are some things to be thankful for, still) and none of them were generous enough to end the war when he wasn't around. Which means having to establish things. Which means more work without the Varia intact. Which means a whole lot of inconveniences that Xanxus doesn't want to deal with because primarily, it's not his job to deal with.
But it is now. So where does that leave him? Completely fucking mad, and he's stuck with his fucking partner who doesn't give a crap about his brilliance or his finer observations about their current forced captivity.
It leaves him pretty fucking mad. Actually, at best, he's mad enough that he can wield the chair and walk to Kasai in long, angry strides while holding it like an axe because he's enraged about all of these petty things and they are building up they are building up they are building up
"I always hated reunions," he spoke slowly, evenly, because there's a bloodcurdling rage coiling around his gut like a snake. "And this isn't a goddamned exception, but man. There are fucking things to be done, and right now?"
He's gonna move closer and raise that chair and threaten to hit you with it, Kasai. Just like he's been doing for t he past couple of minutes.
"I need to see something fucking break."