this is all that I know. [ in-progress; OPEN ]

[homicidelines]

Characters; homicidelines and you.
Setting/Location; New Utopia, IDK SOMEWHERE.
Date & Time; Day 7, morning.
Warnings; rrrr, violence and language, I guess. also, possible light molestation definite medium molestation. )8 promise anything aggressively affecting anyone else's characters will be cleared beforehand, though! ♥
Briefing; Vocal's been dragged to

Comments

[intothedawn]

Never missing an opportunity to find out more always seemed to be Riku's main rule of thumb, so while he could have been practicing his fighting somewhere or relaxing in his room, the urge to explore, to wander until things started making more sense, took his feet into town. Hiding his head under the hood of his black vest (he threw the uniform into a corner as soon as he got to his room and pulled a pair of jeans on, didn't plan on even looking at that stupid uniform until they inevitably made him put it back on), he paced the streets, looking for a bar or a market square where he could easily listen in on local conversation. If he caught wind of a gummi workshop, he was gonna be out of here in a flash

[homicidelines]

Vocal could see someone staring; he didn't know who they were, and he didn't care. He could also see that the color on his wrist was different, and vaguely remembered some bullshit about the different countries, so he knew the guy wasn't from shithole-Valora.

He might have been from Verity, that meant he was from some bullshit enemy country to bullshit Valora, right? Caring enough to listen to the information he'd been given wasn't in Vocal's personality, but he figured that at least Valora was better than the other countries since they'd managed to snag his presence, and he might as well give a good show to the other ones, let them know he wasn't someone to be fucked with.

His violent display increased, and he wrapped his chain around himself to avoid hitting himself with it for his next action: a strong backflip followed immediately by a dive to the ground, his fists clenched and punching several inches through the ground beneath them.

It should have been several feet, not several inches, and would have been at home, but he's so

[intothedawn]

Shows of power tended to mean that someone was compensating for something. Riku found that a good few steps back would take him out of immediate danger, so he did, quickly changing positions until his back faced away from the street he just came from. If this guy was focused on him, there wasn't any need to drag anyone who was just passing by into this. He stuck a hand in his pocket and looked the guy... Yup, he definitely reeked, and by the way he was swinging around that ball and chain, he meant trouble

[homicidelines]

Vocal stalked forward with a predatory expression, but didn't get close enough to invade personal space. Riku's calmness reminded him a bit of that bastard, Bass, always so calm and serene and all he wanted to do sometimes was get a rise out of him every once in awhile.

But that was when he was a match for whoever he was fighting, and he wasn't about to go picking open fights with people he didn't know the strength of.

He would, however, leer and announce in a cocky attitude, "Everybody's my fucking enemy."

[homicidelines]

He yelped, and only barely dodged the sudden lightning. Where the fuck was it coming from, weather was fine --

That was magic, familiar magic, and it had come from beneath him (everything came from beneath him, of course). As far as he knew the only other person from his world was a human, that so-called Demon of Sforzando he was so excited to trash.

So he began smelling, his nose eagerly seeking out holy blood; he should smell like Flute, maybe kind of like Sizer, too, but much closer to Flute. Bass tended to do weird shit that Vocal didn't really understand, and it would be easier to sniff the kid out rather than try to look for someone who somehow resembled the body he'd seen Bass using last.

Bingo. There he was, a shock of blue hair kinda close to that midget Flute was hanging out with before he beat the shit out of him. Haha, oh, he'd cried so much, just like Vocal had wanted.

What he wanted right now was that blood, god -- he might be able to increase his fucking limited magic if he drained the kid dry, but he hoped to play

[great_tests]

Cordelia was hoping someone else - like the New Utopia police - would deal with the decidedly illegal-sounding noises she could hear a few blocks away, but after they didn't quiet down for a while, she turned that way with a sigh. No, there wasn't very much she could do if attacked by someone as strong as most of the Conscripts seemed to be, but that had never prevented her from trying.

She wasn't sure she recognized the man's (in the loosest sense of the word, at least) face, but the band around his wrist was red. So, it was her job after all...

"Stop that!" she called out sharply, loud enough for the creature in the air to hear her, and not sounding afraid.

[homicidelines]

He'd just started having a good amount of fun when he heard another woman yelling at him. What was it with these women who kept ordering him around, human women, like he was actually going to obey commands from a species of bugs?

With a bored, casual air, he yanked the large metal ball up by the chain on his wrist, stopping it in ascent with the flat of his foot. A little magic and he sat cross-legged on it, leather squeaking as he moved.

"And why the hell would I do that?"

[great_tests]

Cordelia, as a compromise, was wearing her Valoran uniform jacked with the officer's insignia over civilian clothes. She'd much rather blend in, but unlike the soldiers, she still had a job to do.

She refrained from pointing out the visible sign of rank. Apparently it wasn't a sufficient reason for - Vocal, wasn't it? She vaguely recognized the voice - to follow orders. Cordelia couldn't blame him, really, but he was going to have to get used to it nonetheless. "I'm sure we can come up with a good reason if we try." Her tone was calm, civil, and without doubts. She didn't take pleasure in her rank or the attendant right to give orders, and very much disliked the local punishment system, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to use it.

He had, in fact, stopped for the moment, so perhaps it wouldn't be necessary. Having answered the question, she simply waited for his next move, hoping they were done, but not really counting on it.