[OPEN] A night out in the streets
Who: [H]Allelujah [ twice_onsundays ], and WHOEVER THE FUCK~ (Open~)
Where: Let's say in the Igura Battlegrounds.
What: I HAVE NO IDEA> 8D Doublelujah's wandering about, being a crazy fuck. Let's all go crazygonuts.
When: RIGHT NOW. (Jan 12th, Night.)
Warnings: We'll see.
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Clink.
The soft tinkling of metal tapping metal- a distinct sound that stood out against the dull noises of footfalls, clothing rustling, and the general sounds of the decay of the battlegrounds, concrete and metal going uncared for and old. But despite all the dull sounds, there was still the one that stood out.
Clink.
The sharp jingle rang out again: Dogtags. Those who were marked in the game. Those attempting to earn money, or the chance to rule everything.
Participants.
The jingle of the dogtag and its chain ended when the man suddenly halted his movements, the reflectively metal coming to rest on his chest. With the darkness, only fools would be out and about in the middle of the street, making themselves targets and completely unguarded. It was suicide, with how many could be hiding in the shadows, eager for the chance to ambush a newcomer to their morbid game and go home with enough ‘money’ to buy a drink, or some Rain.
The man inhaled contently, as though taking a refreshing breath of air. Unexpectedly, he spoke to himself.
”You honestly believe all of this is worth the risk?” His tone was soft, but not without a calculating edge, his metallic, mismatched eyes glancing sharply through the shadows and rubble.
Suddenly his tone changed, a deeper and much more feral voice coming from the same throat. “Don’t be stupid. We can’t spend the whole game slinking around. If they want to ambush us, let them,” He laughed brashly at this, breaking into a wide grin, his voice seeming to contain a barely leashed violence to it.
It stopped in an isctant, the man growing sober again and his voice growing quieter and softer. “…So it’s a lure.” He dropped his voice, speaking so that only his other half would hear. To disguise the conversation with himself, he took a few steps forward, dogtags jingling that ominous clink once again against his chest. “We wait for an opportunist. One obviously acting before they consider the whole situation.” Lips curled upwards appreciatively. “We sense them coming…”
”You’ve got it, Allelujah. Such a smart boy,” The condescending sneer was soon forgotten, the strange man instead smiling to himself and allowing his eyes to close. Really, they were just normal humans. Even without Kyrios or the support of Celestial Being, they could rise in this stupid tournament. Wasn’t that the motto of the organization that had given him-them-purpose?
We will begin Armed Intervention to all Warfare with Gundam.
While they lacked Gundams, wasn’t this all just one big conflict? A war-inciting action that needed to be stopped at any cost. And that was the purpose of a Gundam Meister.
He lifted a hand to pick up the dogtags that hung around his neck and began shaking it, the tell-tale clink-clink’ing audible throughout the strangely quiet streets. “Here, kitties~” The lower voice, Hallelujah, purred out.
He-No. they.-Were ready to begin the game.
(ooc; Yes, I DID just copy/paste this from my app. >/ stfu. I'm lazy.)
Where: Let's say in the Igura Battlegrounds.
What: I HAVE NO IDEA> 8D Doublelujah's wandering about, being a crazy fuck. Let's all go crazygonuts.
When: RIGHT NOW. (Jan 12th, Night.)
Warnings: We'll see.
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Clink.
The soft tinkling of metal tapping metal- a distinct sound that stood out against the dull noises of footfalls, clothing rustling, and the general sounds of the decay of the battlegrounds, concrete and metal going uncared for and old. But despite all the dull sounds, there was still the one that stood out.
Clink.
The sharp jingle rang out again: Dogtags. Those who were marked in the game. Those attempting to earn money, or the chance to rule everything.
Participants.
The jingle of the dogtag and its chain ended when the man suddenly halted his movements, the reflectively metal coming to rest on his chest. With the darkness, only fools would be out and about in the middle of the street, making themselves targets and completely unguarded. It was suicide, with how many could be hiding in the shadows, eager for the chance to ambush a newcomer to their morbid game and go home with enough ‘money’ to buy a drink, or some Rain.
The man inhaled contently, as though taking a refreshing breath of air. Unexpectedly, he spoke to himself.
”You honestly believe all of this is worth the risk?” His tone was soft, but not without a calculating edge, his metallic, mismatched eyes glancing sharply through the shadows and rubble.
Suddenly his tone changed, a deeper and much more feral voice coming from the same throat. “Don’t be stupid. We can’t spend the whole game slinking around. If they want to ambush us, let them,” He laughed brashly at this, breaking into a wide grin, his voice seeming to contain a barely leashed violence to it.
It stopped in an isctant, the man growing sober again and his voice growing quieter and softer. “…So it’s a lure.” He dropped his voice, speaking so that only his other half would hear. To disguise the conversation with himself, he took a few steps forward, dogtags jingling that ominous clink once again against his chest. “We wait for an opportunist. One obviously acting before they consider the whole situation.” Lips curled upwards appreciatively. “We sense them coming…”
”You’ve got it, Allelujah. Such a smart boy,” The condescending sneer was soon forgotten, the strange man instead smiling to himself and allowing his eyes to close. Really, they were just normal humans. Even without Kyrios or the support of Celestial Being, they could rise in this stupid tournament. Wasn’t that the motto of the organization that had given him-them-purpose?
We will begin Armed Intervention to all Warfare with Gundam.
While they lacked Gundams, wasn’t this all just one big conflict? A war-inciting action that needed to be stopped at any cost. And that was the purpose of a Gundam Meister.
He lifted a hand to pick up the dogtags that hung around his neck and began shaking it, the tell-tale clink-clink’ing audible throughout the strangely quiet streets. “Here, kitties~” The lower voice, Hallelujah, purred out.
He-No. they.-Were ready to begin the game.
(ooc; Yes, I DID just copy/paste this from my app. >/ stfu. I'm lazy.)