25/8, baby. [open]

[thewarisover]

Characters: members of the Watch
Location: All over Death City
Rating: PG, possibly higher
Time: from December 2 - all day, during various shifts - down to the morning of December 3.
Description: Watch patrols happen on a daily basis, but the events of such are usually handwaved. This one's the official log for this out-of-game month!

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OUTER RESIDENTIAL QUARTER III

[thewarisover]

[Have some more houses, guys.]

[Closed to a whole bunch of dudes]

[wittyreplyhere]

[They seem me rollin' they hatin'~

Dante thinks he would look rather badass if it wasn't for the unfortunate hanger-on behind him. He's still unhappy with him and he didn't want to patrol around with him, especially since they had scheduled a mission later that day. But he has to, so he's even going around at a ridiculously slow speed because he knows he'd never hear the end of it if he went even a little bit above the speed limit.]

[You mean a whole bunch of general failures]

[getyourgunson]

[Actually Dante, as long as you don't go too fast Date would be fine, but he's not going to complain at your current speed. It's always better not to draw in any cause for concern.

Almost totally oblivious to Dante's unhappiness, Date concerns himself more with keeping watch on the surroundings around them, seeing if there's anything that requires their attention. So far so good - nothing's really popped up, and Date hopes it stays that way.]

[YOU CALLED PAPABUTT A FAILURE. I'M TELLING!]

[wittyreplyhere]

[Their current speed is slowly driving him crazy. Thankfully (Unfortunately?), they turn a corner and see a large group of guys with bikes. They're not doing anything other than making a big noise so Dante was thinking about just telling them to shut up and move on.

Except when they are spotted, some of the riders yell rather derogatory comments at them and making rather crude suggestions as to the relationship between them.

Dante's already shorter than normal temper was being sorely tested all of today. This is the last straw for him. His knuckles are white from gripping the handle so tightly.]

Hah? What'd you just say? You little snots get some wheels and now you think you're all that?

[HE IS A FAILURE IN... NOT BEING A FAILURE]

[getyourgunson]

[Date wasn't really paying a lot of attention to the thugs (they were nothing to him, really), but he does when Dante starts to snap back and the warlord instantly directions his attentions to his partner, frowning and looking none too pleased at how the other is already flaring up.]

Just ignore them, they're nothing. [Can we move on now.]

[BACK-PEDALLING NOW ARE WE?]

[wittyreplyhere]

Shut up or get off. [And that invites jeers of "Lover's spat~" which only worsens Dante's mood.

He would be reaching for his guns if Date wasn't behind him and could easily stop him. So instead he revs the engine and speeds towards the crowd only braking at the very last second, spooking quite a few of them.]

Put your money where your fucking mouth is. Bring it, bitches.

[They seem uneasy, but none of them can admit being afraid in front of everyone.]

[YOU KNEW WHAT I MEANT ANYWAY SEESH]

[getyourgunson]

[You future people are too confusing at times. Seriously. b|

Anyway Dante you know Date isn't going to get off because otherwise he won't be able to catch up with you. So he's just going to remain there, line-facing quite a bit as he glances at the misfits attempting to cause trouble (and riled Dante up). Looks like this couldn't be helped.]

Settle this as quickly as possible. [They really need to be doing their work.]

[but I don't... (troll)]

[wittyreplyhere]

[Date is ignored in favour of Dante continuing to give people the hairy eyeball.

Most likely because they know they'd lose in a straight fight, one of them, the leader by the looks of it proposes a race instead. Dante smirks in reply.]

I could race every single one of you at once and still win.

[Crazy angry man or not, those bikers are immensely proud of their racing abilities and this affront to their pride is met with growls and thus a race will begin.

Date is going to be dead weight, but he's confident enough in his abilities to think that he'll be fine even with a handicap.]

[A classmate of mine likes the trollface too]

[getyourgunson]

[And Date does pay more attention this time, and though there are parts of it he doesn't get it, the general gist is there. Match, battle, competition - yeah, he can get behind that.

As such, Date supposes he better not hinder Dante, just so that the other can finish this quickly. Without wasting another second, he starts to get off the motorbike, mainly for Dante's benefit but also because he could keep an eye on the others who were remaining behind, if there were any.]

[Am I secretly your classmate? (ninja)]

[wittyreplyhere]

[The layout is simple enough, once around the block and first one back wins. If Dante loses he'll have to say he's gay an accept it and if Dante wins... let's say the things he's got planned aren't pretty.

Most of the bikers are participating, but there's still a fair amount staying behind because the streets are narrow.

There's no starting signal, they all just start to zoom off and because of this Dante is a second late. There's no way to pull ahead because the throng is so thick so he chooses another option. He revs his engine and jumps up a conveniently placed ramp and runs along the side of the wall for a while (don't ask how) before they turn a corner and the whole group leaves the sight of the spectators.

For some reason gun shots, the sound of crashing and yelps of the riders are heard.]

[If you like BlazBlue and intend to cosplay as Roxas, sure.]

[getyourgunson]

[Date stays behind, very easily ignoring the looks the other bikers are giving him as he gives them a look and just turns back to where the other bikers and Dante had sped off. A part of him is concerned, but he knows that Dante can handle himself...

That is, until the noises come, and Date is at instant attention, starting to move to where the noise was. What happened?]