[RP Log] Niou, Yagyuu
Date: June 28, Saturday (early morning)
Rating: PG
Summary: The Friends of Humanity converge on a sperm bank that's accepting mutant semen and blow it up. Niou and Yagyuu meet, and have a can of beer.
Notes: The sperm bank thing has been a point of controversy over the past few weeks, and now that it's a pile of rubble, the news is all over it.
Aaand, we run the hell away <3
--because that was just the logical progression, after exploding a manure bomb in a sperm bank and lighting the place with fire. Run the hell away. While laughing.
The laughter specification was important: for one, it was acknowledgment that you were a stark raving lunatic. But it also made you sound blind drunk, which allayed suspicion (really it did, Niou promised~), because nobody came out to look at drunk people running down the street and stupid o'clock in the middle of the night.
Far enough away, Niou slowed his canter. Strains of sirens could be heard, and licks of red painted the midnight sky in the middle-distance. Though he wasn't laughing anymore, Niou wasn't going to be wiping the grin off of his face anytime soon.
Especially not since he apparently still had company. He turned to the other cell member beside him. "Hi?"
The other beside Niou was not laughing either. Actually, he hadn't been laughing the whole time, because this was serious business and really, his "friend" had been causing enough ruckus for the both of them. Plus, he was not a so-called raving lunatic; at least, that was what he told himself.
But nevertheless, he couldn't help but allow a tiny grin to form as he panted, hands at his knees as he caught his breath. It was messy, it was hot, it was loud, but it was... invigorating. A moment, and he glanced up at his accomplice, slightly confused by his inquisitive greeting. "Yes?"
"Nothing~" Niou grinned, turning back to the direction of the fire. "Weirdo." (Adding that just because he could.) The cells usually split up completely, all going different ways, after a project, and lying low for a bit. But he'd never worked with this guy before. Though as far as Niou knew, the other had been competent, so maybe he was just from another cell. They'd done basic introductions, but not much more.
"Yagyuu," the other said dryly. "Or did you forget already?" He was certain he hadn't seen this one before, because if he did, that shock of white hair would've been burned into his vision, as it did now even in the dim light. Yagyuu straightened once he caught his breath, and turned to gaze at the fire. A sense of accomplishment filled him, pushing out the slight annoyance he felt toward the other. They had taken out a sperm bank, of all things, that had conceded to storing semen from mutants. What woman would want to be inseminated with an imperfect man's semen was beyond Yagyuu-- to him, it was akin to wanting a retarded child, only potentially more dangerous.
A moment or two passed, and firetrucks zoomed past them toward the fire, waking him from his reverie, and Yagyuu whipped his gaze toward Niou's direction. "Don't laugh so loud next time. It could get us into trouble."
Niou chuckled. "Went to a tough school, did'ja?" he asked, sauntering over to a nearby Asahi vending machine. After a moment's thought, he bought two cans of beer, and tossed one over to that Yagyuu freak. Guy could stand to loosen up a bit, and it wouldn't hurt their potential alibi to have a little alcohol in both their systems. Assuming he'd drink. "I ain't never gotten in trouble for laughin'." (Small lie only.)
Yagyuu perked an eyebrow at him. "With a cackle like that, that's highly suspect." He glanced down at the tall can in his hand, and mulled over it for a moment before opening it. He didn't usually drink, mostly because he wasn't old enough to, but he reasoned that this was a special occasion. "Did you know they don't sell alcoholic beverages in vending machines in America?" he mumbled idly, as it had just come to mind.
"'merica?" Niou snerked, lying again: "What'd I care 'bout America? I ain't interested that they don't, but tell me why they don't an' that might be worth somethin'." He'd heard a lot of things about America, like most Japanese kids. Seen a lot of things, too. Like at the movies. The only American stuff he'd ever looked up in any detail before recently were the Xavier Institute and that Kitty Pryde lady. (She was really damn cool, though.) Investigating Echizen Ryoma didn't really count.
He glanced back over at Niou. It was just small talk, really; he wasn't quite sure why his comrade had to be so brusque about it. But he shrugged it off. "Most likely because they wouldn't want their minors to have such convenient access to alcohol after razing a sperm bank," he replied with a straight face.
Much more practical to have the beer before the blowing shit up, Niou thought.
Nodded sagely instead, like he was taking Yagyuu's facts at face value. "Ah, so they raze sperm banks in America as well..." He stood a little straighter now, voice less husky and manner of speaking rather less lazy. More like Yagyuu's, except over the top -- a parody rather than an imitation, just for the hell of it. "I hadn't the faintest clue."
This time, he couldn't hold it back. Yagyuu rolled his eyes at the other's tone of voice. So much for that sense of camaraderie they were supposed to feel after a night's work. "If they don't already, they should," he responded anyway. America was a lot more lenient about so-called "mutant rights" so it wouldn't surprise him if they had facilities just for mutant semen. The thought sent shivers down his back, and he forced himself to raise his open can of beer. "Anyway, cheers."
"Cheers~" Niou said, and sculled his entire can in the next few seconds of relative silence. Yagyuu was weird. One of those typical, uptight anti-mutant freaks, except he seemed kind of intelligent. And that wasn't a trait Niou usually associated with the Friends of Humanity. Shrugging inwardly, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, crushing the empty can in his hand. "So tell me," he said. And burped. And popped his can into the recycling bin beside the vending machine. "What'd they do to you? The muties, d'they kill your baby dog or somethin'?"
Yagyuu took a sip from his drink, making a slight face at the taste. "Nothing as petty as that," he nearly scoffed. "They're dangerous. To me, you, our families, and everyone else. And not just for their abnormal abilities." Because that was rather obvious. "Wherever they are, there will be conflict between our kind and theirs." He glanced over at Niou. "You must've seen at least one protest regarding mutants go awry. Nothing but chaos."
"All their fault, ainnit? Pretentious bastards," Niou chuckled snidely. Maybe he'd have to revise his opinion about this Yagyuu guy after all, 'cause that seemed like a pretty lame kind of self-righteous reason for joining the Friends and doing arson and crap. Sounded like the kind of thing parents or teachers told kids who didn't know better and didn't think. To Niou, anyway. But that was fine. Wasn't like he ought'a expect any different, really, outta this lot. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, kicking a stone as the night's adrenaline slowly trickled down. "All their fault..."
"One has to admit that they are the catalyst for all the disorder," Yagyuu reasoned. A soft sigh, and he pulled out a handkerchief to pat the sweat from his brow. "And you? Did some mutant eat your goldfish?" A small smile.
"Nah, that was m' sister's cat," Niou said flippantly. "But it died, too, don'tcha worry." He kicked another's errant can, watching it clunk hollowly down the street. "Nah, nothin' so noble like that on my side." Looking directly at Yagyuu now, his grin turned edged. "You know how it is. Humans jus' always love a good war, that's all. Love pickin' fights. That's me."
Somehow, that didn't surprise Yagyuu as much as it should have. He was pro-human but even he wasn't naive enough to believe that every human on the face of the Earth was good or had noble intentions. They were just less dangerous by themselves compared to mutants.
He regarded Niou for a moment, then smirked. "Hoodlum."
Niou's mirroring smirk was a touch more lazy, and one eye slid closed in an abbreviated wink. (Todays contacts were a generic shade of brown, to offset the return to his natural hair colour.) "How astute of ya, Good Sir," he drawled. "Y'don't seem t' be havin' a problem with it." The statement might have been a question from anybody else.
"As long as you use your hoodlum tendencies for the right purpose, I have no problem with it." He was on their side so that counted for something, at least. And since he was, he might as well show some good will.
Yagyuu held out his hand. "I didn't catch your name."
Niou rolled the goodwill up like a ball of snot and flicked it back, eyeing Yagyuu with an amused air. He laced his hands behind his head instead, cracking his neck first left then right. "You caught it a'right," he said. "It's just Masa." He knew he was being rude -- hell, a three-year-old would know he was being rude -- but Yagyuu not minding hoodlum tendencies? Hearing something like that only made Niou wonder how far the rule bent.
That was rude all right, but either way, it was obvious Niou had no intentions to shake his hand. Vaguely annoyed, Yagyuu coolly retracted his hand, his smile long since faded. "Masa-kun. It was nice working with you," he uttered. Hopefully, it would be the last time, too.
Niou snickered. Seemed like the answer was 'Not very far' but that was fine. To be expected, even. He stretched lightly, and tilted his chin in the direction of the blazing sperm bank. "Nice havin' you on board. Let's collab for the next one too, yeah? 'Cause there's plenty more where that came from <3" Tapping the side of his own head, he turned away.
"Unfortunately," Yagyuu sighed. It was going to take a lot of work to change the world.
Rating: PG
Summary: The Friends of Humanity converge on a sperm bank that's accepting mutant semen and blow it up. Niou and Yagyuu meet, and have a can of beer.
Notes: The sperm bank thing has been a point of controversy over the past few weeks, and now that it's a pile of rubble, the news is all over it.
Aaand, we run the hell away <3
--because that was just the logical progression, after exploding a manure bomb in a sperm bank and lighting the place with fire. Run the hell away. While laughing.
The laughter specification was important: for one, it was acknowledgment that you were a stark raving lunatic. But it also made you sound blind drunk, which allayed suspicion (really it did, Niou promised~), because nobody came out to look at drunk people running down the street and stupid o'clock in the middle of the night.
Far enough away, Niou slowed his canter. Strains of sirens could be heard, and licks of red painted the midnight sky in the middle-distance. Though he wasn't laughing anymore, Niou wasn't going to be wiping the grin off of his face anytime soon.
Especially not since he apparently still had company. He turned to the other cell member beside him. "Hi?"
The other beside Niou was not laughing either. Actually, he hadn't been laughing the whole time, because this was serious business and really, his "friend" had been causing enough ruckus for the both of them. Plus, he was not a so-called raving lunatic; at least, that was what he told himself.
But nevertheless, he couldn't help but allow a tiny grin to form as he panted, hands at his knees as he caught his breath. It was messy, it was hot, it was loud, but it was... invigorating. A moment, and he glanced up at his accomplice, slightly confused by his inquisitive greeting. "Yes?"
"Nothing~" Niou grinned, turning back to the direction of the fire. "Weirdo." (Adding that just because he could.) The cells usually split up completely, all going different ways, after a project, and lying low for a bit. But he'd never worked with this guy before. Though as far as Niou knew, the other had been competent, so maybe he was just from another cell. They'd done basic introductions, but not much more.
"Yagyuu," the other said dryly. "Or did you forget already?" He was certain he hadn't seen this one before, because if he did, that shock of white hair would've been burned into his vision, as it did now even in the dim light. Yagyuu straightened once he caught his breath, and turned to gaze at the fire. A sense of accomplishment filled him, pushing out the slight annoyance he felt toward the other. They had taken out a sperm bank, of all things, that had conceded to storing semen from mutants. What woman would want to be inseminated with an imperfect man's semen was beyond Yagyuu-- to him, it was akin to wanting a retarded child, only potentially more dangerous.
A moment or two passed, and firetrucks zoomed past them toward the fire, waking him from his reverie, and Yagyuu whipped his gaze toward Niou's direction. "Don't laugh so loud next time. It could get us into trouble."
Niou chuckled. "Went to a tough school, did'ja?" he asked, sauntering over to a nearby Asahi vending machine. After a moment's thought, he bought two cans of beer, and tossed one over to that Yagyuu freak. Guy could stand to loosen up a bit, and it wouldn't hurt their potential alibi to have a little alcohol in both their systems. Assuming he'd drink. "I ain't never gotten in trouble for laughin'." (Small lie only.)
Yagyuu perked an eyebrow at him. "With a cackle like that, that's highly suspect." He glanced down at the tall can in his hand, and mulled over it for a moment before opening it. He didn't usually drink, mostly because he wasn't old enough to, but he reasoned that this was a special occasion. "Did you know they don't sell alcoholic beverages in vending machines in America?" he mumbled idly, as it had just come to mind.
"'merica?" Niou snerked, lying again: "What'd I care 'bout America? I ain't interested that they don't, but tell me why they don't an' that might be worth somethin'." He'd heard a lot of things about America, like most Japanese kids. Seen a lot of things, too. Like at the movies. The only American stuff he'd ever looked up in any detail before recently were the Xavier Institute and that Kitty Pryde lady. (She was really damn cool, though.) Investigating Echizen Ryoma didn't really count.
He glanced back over at Niou. It was just small talk, really; he wasn't quite sure why his comrade had to be so brusque about it. But he shrugged it off. "Most likely because they wouldn't want their minors to have such convenient access to alcohol after razing a sperm bank," he replied with a straight face.
Much more practical to have the beer before the blowing shit up, Niou thought.
Nodded sagely instead, like he was taking Yagyuu's facts at face value. "Ah, so they raze sperm banks in America as well..." He stood a little straighter now, voice less husky and manner of speaking rather less lazy. More like Yagyuu's, except over the top -- a parody rather than an imitation, just for the hell of it. "I hadn't the faintest clue."
This time, he couldn't hold it back. Yagyuu rolled his eyes at the other's tone of voice. So much for that sense of camaraderie they were supposed to feel after a night's work. "If they don't already, they should," he responded anyway. America was a lot more lenient about so-called "mutant rights" so it wouldn't surprise him if they had facilities just for mutant semen. The thought sent shivers down his back, and he forced himself to raise his open can of beer. "Anyway, cheers."
"Cheers~" Niou said, and sculled his entire can in the next few seconds of relative silence. Yagyuu was weird. One of those typical, uptight anti-mutant freaks, except he seemed kind of intelligent. And that wasn't a trait Niou usually associated with the Friends of Humanity. Shrugging inwardly, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, crushing the empty can in his hand. "So tell me," he said. And burped. And popped his can into the recycling bin beside the vending machine. "What'd they do to you? The muties, d'they kill your baby dog or somethin'?"
Yagyuu took a sip from his drink, making a slight face at the taste. "Nothing as petty as that," he nearly scoffed. "They're dangerous. To me, you, our families, and everyone else. And not just for their abnormal abilities." Because that was rather obvious. "Wherever they are, there will be conflict between our kind and theirs." He glanced over at Niou. "You must've seen at least one protest regarding mutants go awry. Nothing but chaos."
"All their fault, ainnit? Pretentious bastards," Niou chuckled snidely. Maybe he'd have to revise his opinion about this Yagyuu guy after all, 'cause that seemed like a pretty lame kind of self-righteous reason for joining the Friends and doing arson and crap. Sounded like the kind of thing parents or teachers told kids who didn't know better and didn't think. To Niou, anyway. But that was fine. Wasn't like he ought'a expect any different, really, outta this lot. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, kicking a stone as the night's adrenaline slowly trickled down. "All their fault..."
"One has to admit that they are the catalyst for all the disorder," Yagyuu reasoned. A soft sigh, and he pulled out a handkerchief to pat the sweat from his brow. "And you? Did some mutant eat your goldfish?" A small smile.
"Nah, that was m' sister's cat," Niou said flippantly. "But it died, too, don'tcha worry." He kicked another's errant can, watching it clunk hollowly down the street. "Nah, nothin' so noble like that on my side." Looking directly at Yagyuu now, his grin turned edged. "You know how it is. Humans jus' always love a good war, that's all. Love pickin' fights. That's me."
Somehow, that didn't surprise Yagyuu as much as it should have. He was pro-human but even he wasn't naive enough to believe that every human on the face of the Earth was good or had noble intentions. They were just less dangerous by themselves compared to mutants.
He regarded Niou for a moment, then smirked. "Hoodlum."
Niou's mirroring smirk was a touch more lazy, and one eye slid closed in an abbreviated wink. (Todays contacts were a generic shade of brown, to offset the return to his natural hair colour.) "How astute of ya, Good Sir," he drawled. "Y'don't seem t' be havin' a problem with it." The statement might have been a question from anybody else.
"As long as you use your hoodlum tendencies for the right purpose, I have no problem with it." He was on their side so that counted for something, at least. And since he was, he might as well show some good will.
Yagyuu held out his hand. "I didn't catch your name."
Niou rolled the goodwill up like a ball of snot and flicked it back, eyeing Yagyuu with an amused air. He laced his hands behind his head instead, cracking his neck first left then right. "You caught it a'right," he said. "It's just Masa." He knew he was being rude -- hell, a three-year-old would know he was being rude -- but Yagyuu not minding hoodlum tendencies? Hearing something like that only made Niou wonder how far the rule bent.
That was rude all right, but either way, it was obvious Niou had no intentions to shake his hand. Vaguely annoyed, Yagyuu coolly retracted his hand, his smile long since faded. "Masa-kun. It was nice working with you," he uttered. Hopefully, it would be the last time, too.
Niou snickered. Seemed like the answer was 'Not very far' but that was fine. To be expected, even. He stretched lightly, and tilted his chin in the direction of the blazing sperm bank. "Nice havin' you on board. Let's collab for the next one too, yeah? 'Cause there's plenty more where that came from <3" Tapping the side of his own head, he turned away.
"Unfortunately," Yagyuu sighed. It was going to take a lot of work to change the world.