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[ finished ] need help getting out of the cursed land of frickin' trees. stfu.

Aug 01, 2007 16:19

Who: Badou Nails [bulletsforbadou] and Yuu Kanda [sacredsyllable].
What: In which Badou arrives in the Spiral, keeps going in circles (the tragic pun!) and he seriously needs someone to show him the way to civilisation. Because Haine is an unsympathetic asshole and he should just DIE. And stumbles upon Kanda, of all people.
Where: Somewhere with a disturbing amount of trees. A ( Read more... )

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sacredsyllable August 1 2007, 12:24:07 UTC

Had Kanda been slightly less of a pessimistic realist, he would have thought that for one brief moment, he was truly dead this time. The thought had danced across his mind when he first somehow appeared in a cemetary (the whole idea was grimly amusing for the first five seconds), and then he had thought that whoever said death was warm and fuzzy was a lying sack. It was nothing short of apocalyptically cold and dark. Luckily, the itch of his wounds seeping into his body brought him back to reality, and his tattoo was still rudely intruding in black, jagged lines over the pale skin of his shoulder and ribs ( ... )

bulletsforbadou August 1 2007, 20:01:26 UTC

Badou paused in his mission to annihilate vegetations that were obscuring his attempt towards escape when he heard the steady crunch crunch crunch of crushed leaves heading his way. He didn't realise it at first, too absorbed in trying to find his way out. In cursing whatever deity that decided to play this colossal joke on him. But when he did, the sound seemed to echo loudly against the deafening silence around him, amplified by the unsettling feeling of paranoia and fear at the pit of his stomach ( ... )

sacredsyllable August 1 2007, 23:57:16 UTC

The similarities were striking--stupidly so, right down to the eyepatch--but on a doubletake Kanda quickly realized that this wasn't Rabi. Which meant it wasn't another exorcist.

Which meant it was akuma-fodder. An enemy.

Kanda bristled like some kind of hellish cat and whipped his blade at an upward arc, leveling it with pinpoint precision at Badou's good eye before the other man could flail anymore in his general direction. His dark eyes were alight with disdain, sharp and venomous. Just because Mugen was a little on the battered side didn't mean he couldn't--or wouldn't--still use it to kill. Gladly, even.

The swordsman glowered none-too-kindly over the length of the blade keeping the spastic redhead a respectable distance from him. He didn't appreciate that kind of idiot nonsense being directed at him.

"What do you want?" he snarled, all spit and barbwire.

Somehow, near-death experiences always put Kanda in a pissier mood than usual.

bulletsforbadou August 2 2007, 04:46:20 UTC

It was something of a miracle that Badou managed to not trip and stumble forward in his shock because hello. Shiny, pointy sword uncomfortably near to his eye. Would be frickin' embarrassing to impale himself to death - unglorious, really - after all the shit he'd gone through ( ... )

sacredsyllable August 2 2007, 11:22:09 UTC

Having the distinct feeling that he didn't even want to touch on what kind of thoughts were reeling through this particular idiot's (no doubt tiny) brain, Kanda didn't even bother asking him what business he had here. Probably the same as everyone else, anyway. Lost, looking for someone, out for an ass-kicking ... whatever. Still, Kanda was all-too-ready to take advantage of the fact that he had the upper hand here.

The blade didn't waver a millimeter from its current would-be bullseye position, and the swordsman merely narrowed his eyes at the cheeky response he got. Like he wasn't about ready to just kill the bastard and be done with it. He huffed in annoyance and pressed Mugen further to reiterate his point that he wasn't in the mood to be messed with.

"So?" Kanda shot back, clearly not taking the small-talk bait. If this guy thought he was being endearing, he was sorely mistaken.

bulletsforbadou August 2 2007, 12:44:56 UTC

Well. At least he could safely assume that communication wasn't the chick's forte, though he should have figured that out from her greeting alone. Sigh. There must be something about him that attracted conversationally-challenged, homicidal people. To make it worse, she somehow decided to reiterate the point that she was willing, very willing, to resort to violence upon the smallest of reasons, as the sword was thrust further forward in a determined path towards his eye.

Badou thanked the stars that it wasn't directed to his crotch.

He'd like to keep his parts - especially the important ones - intact, thankyouverymuch.

Upon sensing that trying to charm his way out of this situation would be close to impossible and utterly dangerous to boot, Badou dropped his hands and allowed a nervous strangle of laughter to escape his throat. "Easy there. That thing," he gestured to the sword and inched back a little, "looks really sharp. Why don't you put it away, yeah? Don't want you to hurt yourself." Or gouge his eye out, which would be the ( ... )

sacredsyllable August 2 2007, 23:46:58 UTC

Had Kanda been any less thrilled with the situation, he might've been offended just enough at the 'hurting himself' comment to put this moron out of his misery and gone on his way towards the staircase looming on the dingy skyline. But he was fairly sure that the whole messy business wasn't worth what precious energy he had left, and he didn't particularly sense anything threatening about the redhead other than his former foliage-directed rage. For now.

Kanda breathed a quiet 'che' and lowered Mugen, fluidly sheathing the blade at his waist. With a smart look that still promised gruesome death amongst other unpleasant things, including but not limited to maiming, severed appendages, and big frightening bugs from hell tearing apart vital organs, Kanda brushed past Badou ( ... )

bulletsforbadou August 3 2007, 08:14:10 UTC

Badou's grin came easier this time, since the offending blade was no longer pointing at him and he was finally graced with a name to address his reluctant companion. She looked halfway harmless without the whole attack-before-ask attitude. He figured that she was probably having a bad day, seeing that she looked like someone who had been dragged to Hell and back and to Hell again. Maybe Haine was right after all.

Maybe this was Purgatory after all ( ... )

sacredsyllable August 3 2007, 22:49:17 UTC

It was like some epic slow-motion nightmare, hearing the abrupt spin and crunch of leaves drawing closer behind him. Except instead of some gruesome monster coming for his soul, which by all means, Kanda could have handled with flying colors, it was Badou chasing after him. Tch, he was never going to lose this idiot now. Kanda pursed his lips and frowned deeply, glaring ahead at nothing in particular. It didn't seem like such a bad idea to make a break for it and hope to lose him in the perpetual night of the forest. For now, ignoring him was the most practical option ( ... )

bulletsforbadou August 5 2007, 07:39:02 UTC

He was seeing stars.

Or maybe Death itself, but really, Badou was beyond caring.

Because his brain needed oxygen to function and at that particular time, oxygen was among the many things that were being blocked from entering the mush of grey cells inside his cranium. One second he had solid earth underneath him and the next his jaw had clenched hard in surprise, feet dangling uselessly, kicking at thin air. Dark shadows were already creeping at the edge of his consciousness, familiar like old friends, repulsive like nightmares.

Badou grimaced as fingernails dug into the tender skin of his neck.

His chewed cigarette fell onto the ground.

His last cigarette ( ... )

sacredsyllable August 5 2007, 18:58:30 UTC

A mild shock tremored through Kanda's already aching muscles as his quarry ceased struggling and suddenly became a tense, ticking timebomb in his grasp. The Japanese man only paused to flicker a decisive look at where Badou currently had a death grip of his own on his arm. Had Kanda actually felt like smearing Badou's entrails along the forest floor he would have done it already, and sure as hell not by hand, but this was unexpected. Kanda could feel the bloodlust oozing off of the other man in thick, toxic waves. It was almost impressive; even Rabi at his worst was no where this bad, and this redhead hadn't really even lifted a finger against him. Yet. Too bad he lacked the ability to look as such, and settled on a humorless snort ( ... )

bulletsforbadou August 6 2007, 07:48:11 UTC

Badou landed in a crouch, lean muscles coiled in a tight bundle of anger and adrenaline, ready to spring. His fingers itched for his twin Mac 10, itched for the comfort of cool steel and flying bullets and smoke everywhere. Because there was killkillkill trickling like fine poison into his veins and he couldn't stop it and he's slipping and falling falling falling into endless infinite red.

Someone shrieked at the back of his mind, laughter exploded like fireworks, a neverending staircase curling into nowhere and there was paintoomuchpain and he'd almost bitten his tongue off to stop the mounting scream.

ShitHis eye flickered to the hand on the sword, poised and elegant in its certainty. The vigilant, refined stance. The anticipatory gleam in dark, dark eyes. An impressive Hunter. But just that. Just a Hunter. He'd faced worse, much much worse. Badou straightened slowly, red hair cascading over his shoulder and spilling around dirt-stained jacket. The grin was still etched onto his face, lips parting to reveal bone white teeth and ( ... )

sacredsyllable August 6 2007, 08:35:19 UTC

To the naked eye, Kanda would have remained anchored to the ground, still as ever. Somehow, though, there was no doubt in his mind that Badou would have noticed the millimeter slip of his boot's heel into the dirt; his entire body was in a state of recoil, rigid and electric. Kanda grit his teeth, half in muted anger, half because he knew it was inevitable ( ... )

bulletsforbadou August 6 2007, 09:07:57 UTC

Badou's mind was a blank slate as his eye widened at the sight, at the piece of ripped black-something fluttering like a lifeless oversized butterfly onto the ground, at curious inking a stark contrast against bare pale skin. At completely (and disappointingly) flat chest and pseudo-macho war scars.

Kanda was... was...

The haze of consuming red disappeared in a rush of panic and shock and nausea and OHGODHELLNO, the thirst for vengeance and blood and gore worming itself back into the secluded cavern at the edge of Badou's self-control almost on its own. That left the redhead staring, dumbfounded, at the half-naked chick-who-was-not-really-a-chick-but-was-actually-a-DUDE Kanda.

Badou raised his hand, pointed an accusing index finger and bellowed, heart straining from threats of a cardiac arrest, "YOU CROSS-DRESSING FREAK!"

sacredsyllable August 6 2007, 09:35:29 UTC

Had Kanda the ability to look completely, utterly, and awesomely dumbfounded, now would have been the prime moment. Instead, a skeptical brow rose, along with the swordsman's mounting frustration with this retarded mess of a human being. All the rage, bloodlust, and rush of a killing aura setting all his synapses on edge ... just goneKanda's arm relaxed against the blade, form assuming a languid slouch. The silver of his Innocence melted away just as quietly, and Kanda shoved a hand on his hip in a less-than-impressed fashion. Clearly, his already miniscule patience was wearing thin, and this was taking more of his energy than he was willing to devote to a complete stranger that he wasn't going to kill ( ... )

bulletsforbadou August 6 2007, 10:16:15 UTC

Badou was taken aback when Kanda suddenly yelled back at him - voice loud and frustrated and pissed off and surprisingly (clearly) manly - despite the swordsman's earlier apparent abhorrence toward uttering more than three words per sentence and expressing any form of emotion. He had begun to think that Kanda was actually emotionally-retarded (like Haine, somewhat), but the long-haired drag queen proved him to be wrong.

He had thought this place was weird. Hell. The people around here were light years weirderSurreptitiously wiping spit from his face, Badou set out to follow Kanda, easily finding the grumpy swordsman through the obvious trail of eco-terrorism laid out before him. The redhead surveyed crushed undergrowth lining the man-made trail and whistled low. Someone obviously missed his anger management's sessions. Badou kept his jog light and easy, as he caught sight of worn coat and black as midnight hair. Even amidst the perpetual darkness that covered the area, Kanda was easy to spot ( ... )

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