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Ruin Your Melody [Closed, Active]

Sep 21, 2008 22:21

Characters: Machi Tobaye, Kazuhiko Yukimi
Setting: Rose Hallway, Etc.
Time: Night 002, after "All Your Piano..."
Summary: There are new monsters, Machi tries to lead Yukimi to "safety."
Warnings: Mild language, bad writing

( Feuer Frei! )

#monsters, !night 002, !complete, kazuhiko yukimi (nabari no ou), *moving around, machi tobaye (ace attorney)

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stfu_im_writing September 23 2008, 06:20:06 UTC

Yukimi wasn't really sure what was going on. He'd admit that. He was a simple guy when you got right down to it, and this was not a simple situation. He didn't know what was up with the bedsheet in the kitchen or the emo kid (worse than Yoite! God!), he didn't know why Machi insisted on running everywhere and shouting in tongues, and he didn't know what the fuck was in the hall. All he knew was that they looked squishy and he was about ready to let off some steam.

Machi shouted something else in foreign and then something in his awful Japanese.
"Oh, just shut up and hold these," he snarled. He shoved his kitchen loot at Machi- a loaf of bread and some peanut butter, some cold canned soup, and a bottle of vodka (for disinfectant purposes, of course, in case they were hurt), and lots of tea leaves. Now he was ready.

"Come on, freaks!" He pulled out a few kunai. He figured he'd best not use his gun until he knew he had more ammo. Besides, it was so much more satisfying to beat things to death the hard way. "Catch me if you can! ( ... )

machitobaye September 23 2008, 15:57:34 UTC

Machi fell back against the wall when Yukimi thrust the groceries into his arms and had one wildly conflicting moment where he was torn between the overwhelming amount of groceries in his arms, the gun in his hand, and the desperate need and desire to run. He resolved this mostly by propping his back against the wall and struggling to keep everything together, nearly dropping the gun in the process. The yelling baffled him further and it took a moment to realise that Yukimi was taking the monsters on.

Happily.Everything had officially just broken as far as Machi's understanding was concerned and it was too strange for him to even consider now, let alone fully comprehend. He sank down to the floor in despair and a need to reclaim his balance, then gathered everything and ran, bolting for the door--the door to the bedroom, which was the only safe location he had possession of ( ... )

stfu_im_writing September 24 2008, 04:50:58 UTC

Yukimi was enjoying himself. Punch here, kick there, roll this way (not that it was necessary to dodge, but now felt like a good time for a somersault), kunai over there- it was like Christmas, but with alot more blood. He was enjoying himself so much that he almost didn't notice Machi retreat to the bedroom.

"Hey, wait up!"
He made his way over towards the doorway and with a longing glance at the monsters and an exasperated sigh. He was having fun, but he wasn't going to abandon a kid in favor of the carnage. But it was tempting. "Where are you going anyways?"

machitobaye September 24 2008, 05:28:37 UTC

Machi nearly collapsed into the door, trying not to overbalance while running and finally giving in to the situation--there was no way he'd be able to do anything as encumbered as he was. He'd seen--through the corner of his eye--Yukimi use the same kind of weird knives (were they even knives? They were like prop stakes) that Zetsu used, though. Was... was he also a--what, ninja?! That would... make a little more sense, but...

The pianist fumbled the knob and plunged inside the loudly chirping bedroom. "In here!" He lost several parcels on the floor in recovering his gun, hastening to slam the door once Yukimi was inside--one of the wall monsters plunged for them and he grabbed for the adult, panicking.

"Look out!"

((OOC: Oh hey, italics is Borginian, but due to circumstances there's a chance Yukimi might understand it.))

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machitobaye September 30 2008, 14:41:42 UTC

Machi hesitated before moving. There wasn't a lot else he could do. Behind the sunglasses, his blue eyes flicked from the door to the desk to the floor to Yukimi and back, checking the room erratically with his surfacing paranoia. Then he moved forward, putting the safety on and stooping to start sweeping things out of the way with big, fast gestures. Cans of soup, jars of preserves, and boxes of crackers rolled or tumbled across the floor as Machi hastily cleared the way for the desk. The chirping seemed to grow louder in his head and he tightened his jaw, refusing to lose control to it. If there was one thing Machi could manage here, it was sound ( ... )