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[politerudeness]

Who: byeontae_geomi & politerudeness.
What: Population Control.
When: May 29th, Sunday Afternoon.
Where: 1245 Williams Road.
Warning: Violence, death; the kind of thing you would expect from this event, in general! Oh, and lots and lots of words.

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[byeontae_geomi]

-Which was exactly the opportunity Juri had been waiting for. From afar, she had observed him. The Eye unblinking, upon Japan and all that he did. She waited and waited for her chance to strike. The moment his guard was down, her blood rushed.

Several bolts of violent purple flame, almost acidic in its burn, were tossed towards Japan, screaming their way across the sky before her.-

[byeontae_geomi]

Oh what the hell are you even gonna do? You've got nothing to fight back with. Running away isn't going to help either.

-She stalks after him, cackling.-

[politerudeness]

[ And when she comes inside- she'll find him holding up a knife, probably the largest one in the kitchen. ]

That's an excellent point. I said this before- of course, I'm not running away. And even I can clearly see how this is going to end. That is why it really can't be helped now.

[ He's smiling calmly, despite the pain he's experiencing right now, and holding up the knife- but it definitely doesn't look like he will use it to attack. ]

Regardless, I plan to take as much control as I can over this situation. The chance to make a choice, even though it is a minor one, was given to me, so I will use it.

[byeontae_geomi]

You could at least pretend to make some sense.

1/2

[politerudeness]

I think you will understand. Hm... I must be your target. Then, perhaps I should say "congratulations". It isn't every day one has their work done for them.

[ He clothes his eyes, fixes his face into a neutral, expressionless mask, raises the knife to his chest- ]

It was a pleasure to meet you. But now I must go, so I will see you later. Osaki ni.

[politerudeness]

[ -Then changes his mind and stabs straight into his abdomen, curves and pulls from left to right, and then, seemingly not satisfied with just that, pulls it out and stabs again, cuts horizontally and then draws the knife upwards, giving a small, vertical cut. The blood comes out in large amounts, both streaming downwards and splattering and covering the wall, his clothes, his feet and the floor beneath it- everywhere in his surroundings, until he seems to be standing in a small pool of it.

His breaths come in heavy when he opens his mouth and clothes it again and makes no other sound; other than a brief wince, his face remains exactly the same throughout all this. He pulls the knife out of his stomach, now completley covered with his blood, holds it in his hand and slumps on the wall with his back against it, calmly, without a sound. As if he just fell asleep. Part of the traditional ritual is having the kaishakunin standing next to the samurai committing the suicide cut off the head so the death will be quick and less painful; or

[byeontae_geomi]

-... Oh fuck damnit. That was no fun at all. Sure, Juri got some visceral thrill out of watching the guy carve himself up, but SHE wanted to be the one doing the carving. Oh well.-

... Damn, I'm hungry now.

-Whelp. Might as well see what Japan keeps in the fridge.-

[politerudeness]

[ What he keeps in the fridge is more or less what she'd find in any other fridge in Mayfield; typical food. Meanwhile, without even noticing anything, Japan will lie against the wall the same way as before. If he knew this also meant not giving her the satisfaction, he'd be very pleased. Eventually, his breaths cease. ]

[byeontae_geomi]

-Grabbing a drumstick, she makes her way back to Japan's now lifeless body, sneering as she takes a bite. And talks with her mouth full.-

You and me. We're going to meet again. And next time, you'd better put up a real fight, or I'll just go after everything that's precious to you until you do.

[politerudeness]

[ If he knew she was doing that right now in front of his dead body he'd probably be very, very angry, considering how much respect towards the dead means to him. But on the other hand- the best way to actually get him to fight is the latter or otherwise he probably won't agree, considering how he is very opposed to the idea of fighting wars nowadays. ]

hopefully i don't screw this up ;A;

[chosenreplica]

[Until just a while ago, Xion had been droned. She hadn't said anything and the initial chaos in the town was evident. As far as it sounded... it was like the beginning of April all over again. She'd left the quarters she was given, grateful it was evident she wasn't one of the ones chosen to attack each other, and started the hunt around town. She visited every place she could, everywhere she knew people often gathered. Which, eventually, would lead her to Japan's street for the rounds of opening things and looking around, as well as the fact he had the huge Cosplay Club she heard of.]

[However, as she turned onto the street and started walking the sight of the fight breaking out on the porch made her stop. Immediately, the Keyblade Hero in her made her try to summon her Keyblade. No avail. Biting her lip, she knew she was no good in a fight without her Keyblade against something like that, so using the covert skills she learned from the Organization she approached, slowly, trying to be undetected. By the time she was close enough