It's early morning--- or at least, it feels like that--- as the sun shines through the curtains, bathing you with the unwelcome dose of sunlight. The room you're in is definitely not the last one you've slept it, as the unusual sight of misshaped furniture (is that closet leaning to the side?) and strange colors (really, a green toy elephant with
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... In fact, why was he even on a bed? Weren't they in the middle of a war?
He immediately became alert as he realized that he didn't recognize his surroundings, and the lack of his spear was making him wary. Where was this place? It didn't look like L'Renouille, or even any place he's been in.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously, out loud, as if expecting someone to answer him. He did hear voices earlier, and he was sure he hadn't been imagining it at that time.
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"Who are you and where are we?"
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He quickly examined his surroundings and decided to head towards the dim light at the end of the hallway rather than check out the identical doors that lined the hallway. He began to walk away. Almost as an after-though, he paused before addressing the boy.
"You may come with me, if you wish."
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For a while, he merely laid there, pressing his cheek up against the ground and grumbling to himself incoherently under his breath. It was with a groan that he pushed himself from the floor, sheets falling off and away from him as he did so, bringing a hand to his eyes to scrub the sleep out of them and glance around the new room.
--insert the screeching sound of tires here. New room? It really only took a second for him to register that this ( ... )
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And they took his blades!
Though, logically, it would be foolish for captures to leave their prisoners with weapons. But he was too hungry to care and too focused on figuring out where he was to properly pitch a fit. That would come later as he was tearing the throat out of that damn woman!
It didn't matter who it was, the first person Bat came in contact with became the current object of his attention. He reached out to grab the boy by the back of the neck and shove him face first into the nearest wall. "Where am I? And where is the Embryon!"
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Raising his hands up in the air, as if in surrender, he shouted over his shoulder the best he could: "D-dude, calm down!"
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Bat chuckled cruelly, voice taunting. "Tell me what I need to know or I'll devour you right here~"
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'VOII, what the fuck is this place?!' The strangely-shaped door was open but it didn't seem like there was anyone on the other side of it. Added to the fact that the fucking mattress had just tossed him out of bed, not even mentioning the screwed-up furniture, this was definitely not the cabin of the ship he'd boarded en route to Japan last night.
'Shit, where the fuck--?!'
He stood finally, sword hand held out in front of him, and kicked the door open violently. Stomping into the hallway beyond, he stopped and looked more about him, deliberating where he should go from now. The voices from earlier had disappeared entirely, without even an indication as to which direction the speakers had gone.
'VVVOIIIIIIIIIII!! If that's you, Millefiore bastards, come out and show yourselves!!'
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The jolt of the pain wasn't the worst of it, though. The yelling piercing his ears wasn't helping his current mood at all. The Storm promptly sat up and shot a glare around his new surroundings, pausing on the familiar Varia. His brain registered immediately that HE and everyone in that twisted little group had something to do with this. So, pushing himself up, Gokudera thrust a finger out in his direction, "You FUCKING shark! What the fuck did you do!?"
Throwing around accusations was probably not the best idea... Especially since Squalo himself was probably just as irritated as he was...
"ANSWER ME!"
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Whirling at the sound of the other shout, to say he was surprised at the appearance of the Storm brat was an understatement. And then came indignation as it became clear that the other was under the impression that Squalo had something to do with this fucked up situation.
'ME?! VOII, shitty brat, you have to be fucking kidding me?!'
He strode forward a couple of paces and then paused, remembering that the kid used midrange attacks. Explosives in this small place?! Hell, no thanks.
'You think we came up with this--?!' He gestured all around him with his sword hand, lost for words at the moment for adjectives adequate enought to describe the... odd decor. 'This look like Xanxus' style, ah?!'
'Got no fucking clue what this is about. Must be that Byakuren motherfucker messing us around...!'
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"I wouldn't put it past one of you Varia nutjobs to pull off something like this!" He snorted smugly. But, then again, the Millefiore were probably just as tricky. And while assuming that the Varia had done thing, Gokudera found Squalo being stuck here as a little odd... Though it could have been a diversion all at the same time.
Taking a look around, he found other people starting to bustle around and socialize with one another-- people he was unfamiliar with.
"Shit," he wrinkled his nose, turning his attention back to Squalo. Something popped into his head that he hadn't thought about until just now, "Where's Tenth!?"
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He had been just seconds away from it, after all; he could vividly remember the sword that had been pressed against his back... and then waking up, lounging comfortably (as comfortably as he could get anyway) in the top bunk of a bunk bed, his face pressed against an absurdly loud hot pink pillow. How he got there and why he felt so well rested after fighting for his life for so long, he did not even get a chance to ponder, as he felt himself hurled through the air a moment later. He didn't even get a chance to yelp as his back hit the door, knocking it clear off the hinges and flying out to impact against the opposite wall outside. He ended up tumbling to the ground, landing face up and staring at the ceiling high above... or at least he was until the door itself decided to step on his stomach on its way back to hooking itself back onto its hinges. His breath left him at the stomp to his stomach, and he curled up a moment, glaring at the offensive door as it shook its knob at him, before slamming ( ... )
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Lifting his head off the fuzzy purple pillow he blinked at the brightly colored blobs around the room. This... wasn't the room he'd fallen asleep in last night. This looked like a child's coloring book just threw up all over the place. "What the hell..." The red head was cut off when his bed suddenly came alive. "H-HEY!" He yelled and was sent flying out of the room. Skidding a bit on his back he groaned just as a blue plushy cat landed on his face.
"What the hell is WRONG with this place?" He grumbled from under plushy that he kind of wished would smother him and save him from this humiliation.
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...and really, he was half tempted to make Luke's wish come true at the sight.
"You...!" he growled out, climbing to his feet and stalking over to his idiot replica. His hands snapped out, grabbing him by that ridiculous coat of his and hauling him up to his feet. "What the hell are you doing here, dreck?!"
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"...You!"
There was no mistaking it now. He knew just what he'd stumbled into. "A-Asch?!" He squeaked out. "You're... You're alive!" His anxiousness melted away into joy when he took in the very lively and angry face of his original.
"You... you were... this is great!" Ignoring the fist in his jacket he flung his arms around the other with a wide grin on his face. "Or are we both dead...?" He paused mid squeeze at that thought. Now he wasn't sure if he was dead but he KNEW Asch had died. He even felt the boy's life drain out of his own body and into his replica.
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