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tiedbyfate

[RL with the Creeper Crew]

Jan 30, 2010 19:55

Shito leaned against one of the more solid walls in the dorm and folded his arms, waiting. He wasn't all that happy about being forced out of the house by Devit and Jasdero - he didn't trust Devit and he trusted him about a billion times less when he had Jasdero with him and therefore all of his power ( Read more... )

birkin, ic, stein, krauser, rl

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knifeinabox January 31 2010, 04:11:09 UTC

Krauser had no fucking clue why Birkin sent him to go get this guy. It seemed like a poorly thought out hook-up to him, frankly. Which wouldn't surprise him at all, honestly. At this point, there was very, very little Birkin could do to shock him.

But even then, he wasn't going to ask why he'd been told to kidnap this 'Shito' character. He'd probably only get some cryptic answer out of the freaky scientist anyway.

Finding out exactly where this guy was was relatively easy by Krauser's standards. With a smirk, he knocked on the door leading into Shito's dorm. Hopefully he'd manage to get the kid out without attracting any sort of security that might be hanging around.

tiedbyfate January 31 2010, 04:20:47 UTC

The place looked like a derelict of a student's dorm, with broken windows, peeling paint and missing tiles on the roof. The grass in the front was overgrown and the wrought iron gates in the stone wall that encircled both dorm and attached graveyard were rusted and hanging loosely in their hinges.

Shito was a little surprised to hear a knock, but then thought better of it a moment later. Devit had never actually been here, and maybe he had some manners after all.

He stepped forward and pushed the door open, which creaked appropriately like the door of a mansion one might find on a lonely road on some rainy night when your car had just gotten a flat.

But instead of the short Bobbsey twins he expected, he got a faceful of chest in a shirt that strained to cover it. He looked up, blinked. "Um, yes? Can I help you?" he asked, trying to cover his startlement. Though Krauser was on the community, he hadn't seen him enough times to recognize him.

knifeinabox January 31 2010, 04:35:59 UTC

He walked forward a bit, trying to get the kid to back up into the room. Krauser's eyes narrowed slightly; though the zombie looked gangly and weak, Stein managed to teach him a lesson about not assuming some skinny bastard was a push over. He wasn't exactly happy about that revelation, but he knew not to take this kid lightly. The look Birkin gave him reeked of insane interest and that could only mean he was dealing with something weird.

"You Shito?" He knew the answer already, but there was something sickly satisfying about watching shock turn to realization. "A friend of mine needs to talk to you about a few things." Krauser's hand slowly made its way to his knife; not drawing it yet, but making sure it was obvious that he could at any second.

tiedbyfate January 31 2010, 04:41:19 UTC

Shito couldn't help but be intimidated by the sheer size of the man. Especially since Chika was not here, and so he was completely helpless at the moment. His eyes widened slightly and he did indeed back up a little as Krauser advanced and put a hand to the biggest freakin' knife Shito had ever seen on his hip.

Despite his fear, at the question, he narrowed his eyes again and stopped backing up, glaring up at the man belligerently. "I'm Shito," he said. "If your friend wants to talk to me about something, then why did he send you? Is he afraid of me?"

He didn't know that the friend was Birkin. In fact, he assumed that he was someone from the Xu Fu.

knifeinabox January 31 2010, 04:56:34 UTC

Krauser chuckled. "Yeah, he's afraid of you. Birkin's a pussy and can't ever go fetch shit himself." He walked completely into the room now and closed the door quietly behind him, slowly drawing his knife.

"I'd suggest taking that look off your face." He pointed his knife directly at Shito's throat, smiling. "I don't appreciate bratty little shits glaring at me for no damn reason." Krauser quickly took a look around the room, making sure he knew every tactical advantage he could find before anything went down. Shit he was becoming just as paranoid as Birkin.

He took another few steps forward, knife never wavering. "You have two choices: Come along nicely, or I get to beat you to unconsciousness and get chewed out by Birkin because I hurt his newest little toy. Take your pick."