The quest for Munchies [open]

[malcor]

Mal roamed the shopping district of death city looking for a bite to eat. He was a bit chilly since he had just thrown his jacket to the girl he had met earlier. "Maybe I shouldn't have given her my Jacket," thought Mal as he began to feel the chill in the air. It was dark outside and Mal no longer had any clue what time it was or if any shops would even be open right now. Mal slowly strolled down the streets of the shopping district with his hands in his pockets as he looked from sign to sign searching for anything appetizing. "Maybe I would have more luck finding something at my place." Thought Mal.

The amount of people in the area was very little. In fact, if wasn't for the occasional person going for a run or just roaming around like Mal, he would have thought he was the only one in the area. Mal continued to walk around before becoming agitated. "WHY CAN'T I FIND ANY FOOD PLACES!" screamed Mal. Mal was more annoyed then anything at this point. He had only been in the city for a few days and this was the first time he had wondered into this area. He wasn't even positive that there was suppose to be any restaurants here. He considered asking the next person he saw but his stubbornness would prevent that

[Rocton]

Night in Death city was never particularly pleasurable. In a city filled with student demon weapons, one would expect there be a certain a level of security among the streets, and there was. However, on certain rare nights, there was the possibility of another daring insane madmen thinking himself so far above the normal that he could defy Shibusen at their home turf.

One could never tell, especially a student like Rocton, who lost track of days so easily, they might as well have been minutes to him. Spending hours upon hours lazily among various outskirts and favorite in the city, sometimes even falling asleep in the secluded woods of the parks just because it was preferred over walking through the city in the dead of night and sleeping among some of the noisier inhabitants.

As he walked back towards the home he shared with his demon partner, Ashley, he wondered where the little guy had been. Ashley had been uncommon lately, probably something to do with Locco. His absence left Rocton without many means to defend himself, so the meister merely twirled his handgun, Sally, between his fingers in the hopes that any Kishin looking to make his name as the one who slew and ate a Shibusen student's soul would be scared off thinking the simple projectile weapon was a more deadly demon weapon.

That wasn't to say that the meister himself wasn't intimidating. Being an ex-child soldier, Rocton wasn't without the marks of a past life. It was in his eyes, his hair, his overall demeanor. He was always walking around quickly in a stern pace, maybe occupying himself with a small task but always with his mind elsewhere, in a memory or an future danger. A student truly out of himself, he was often avoided by random pedestrians, fearing they'd be run over. Even with his usual black striped tuxedo, he always seemed to scare more people off than anyone else. His odd habit of always wearing some kind of hat didn't help either, and this week he had taken to a grey Soviet ushanka with a small red star clearly visible in the middle of the front flap. He wasn't a communist by any case, but he liked the hat.

WHY CAN'T I FIND ANY FOOD PLACES!

It was a sudden snap of life. A feeling that one would think Rocton was accustomed to based on how frequently he was slapped out of his thoughts by some kind of yell. On this particular occasion, the snap could have caused an accidental discharge of the .45 caliber pistol he'd be spinning, a situation that could lead to some serious trouble if Rocton hadn't remembered to use the safety this night.

Another new student he figured, when he managed to recuperate himself from the sudden loss of deep thought enough to notice the black haired kid nearby looking as if some kind of non corporeal entity had been slapping him around and he was an inability to do anything about it.

On any other occasion, Rocton would simply ignore the kid and keep walking. Far be it for him to help someone who so willingly yelled in public with disregard of who was listening, that's just rude behavior. But ...Ashley would help and Ashley would want Rocton to help the kid out because that was the kind of the person Ashley was and as his partner, Rocton wanted to try and be a little bit more like Ashley. So despite his urge to just keep walking, get to the house and collapse, he paused, he relented, and he spoke

"Hey, need some help dude?

[malcor]

"Hey need some help"

Mal had been so consumed with his hunger that he hadn't noticed the students approach. Hearing his voice caught Mal somewhat off guard which has a tendency to make Mal somewhat edgy.

Mal then turned to see who had spoken and was suprised yet again at the appearance of the student before him. "Is that a soviet union hat and is he casually spinning a gun." After realizing where he was he realized a sight such as this is probably quite normal so he decided to say nothing about it. Mal did however since a certain tone in Roctons voice that suggested he really didn't want to help Mal but Mal really didn't care. Rocton had spoken and Mal would answer.

Mal took a second to get back to his usual calm self before answering in a calm voice. "Yeah, I'm new in town and seem to be having some trouble finding a place to eat. Does everything close at night around here or something?"

Waiting for a response, Mal took the time to examine the boy a little further. The fact that he was strolling around with a gun in his hand in the middle of night made Mal somewhat suspicious. Mal made sure to keep a eye on the movement of the gun on the off chance that the stranger had some kind of surprise in store for Mal. After all, if he was going for a surprise attack, he probably wouldn't have announced his presence was Mal thinking.

[Rocton]

It took a good moment for Rocton's mistake to register in his mind. As the new hungering kid spoke, the meister realized that he was still touting a firearm, a hypocritical act in itself outside of a warzone when he had just thought the same kid before him rude for yelling as he stood there waving a gun around like a toy.

It was always moments like these that exemplified why Rocton felt alienated at times in Death City. Barring the occasional kishins, peace was a new thing to deal with. It meant you couldn't walk down the street with an RPG, even if it was a demon weapon if there was no kishin around you'd get weird looks from all the residents. People liked their normalcy, being a much more uncommon commodity in Death City. Always a struggle to be normal.

He thought to himself as soon as the kid stopped speaking about his food dilemma. Rocton never really took to restaurants, too many people staring and too much fancy food. He did however know a few places that sold some good food that he would frequent for some sodas before a good trip into the desert.

First thing first, Roc holstered his gun inside his coat jacket. Then he responded,

"There's a taco stand nearby that stays open pretty late. Don't know if you've ever eaten street food but I like them"

[malcor]

Mal let what little guard he had up down after seeing rocton put his gun away. Suddenly Mal wondered if that was just a typical gun or a actual demon weapon. He had no way of knowing for sure and considering where he was located he felt disappointed in himself for not thinking about that before hand. But the feeling soon passed as the boy mentioned a taco stand.

Mal was the type that loved street food and tacos just made everything better. He had never really been the restaurant type, in fact he was rarely seen within one but at this point he was somewhat desperate for some food. Mal had hoped, however, to find someplace inside away from the cold having just given away his warm jacket but beggars can't be choosers.

"A taco stand sounds perfect. For a second there I thought I was gonna have to go hunt a wild animal or worse, go home and cook something." Mal said with his typical half smiling cocky look.

[Rocton]

Point of no return now. Rocton had half hoped this would be another kid from a rich background, who would shun the thought of dealing some dollar tacos made by a random no name chef and he could walk on home, guilt free.

Lady Luck was cruel tonight though as the meister took note of the sudden change in the boy.

"Alright sure just follow me. It's not too far from here."

One step at a time, he briskly started back into his usual pace past the guy. Once he had passed him, he slowly proceeded to put his hand back into his coat pocket to grasp the pistol's handle. Some would call such meaningless habits towards an inanimate object a sign of needing a "security blanket" but Rocton preferred to think about it as "preemptive measures towards the reduction of Murphy's Law." Ashley would still call him crazy though.

[malcor]

"Alright sure just follow me. It's not too far from here."

Mal watched as the boy slowly strolled by him. "Taco time, Cool." Mal wasn't normally the type to willingly accept help from people he didn't know. It wasn't a matter of trust but more of not liking to meet new people kinda thing. In all honesty, if not for the fact that this dude was gonna lead him to some food, Mal would have probably blown him off.

Mal put his hands in his pockets and began to walk behind the boy. He really didn't seek conversation just tacos but in order to keep things from being awkwardly uncool he decide he might as well say something until he reached the taco stand. "So I'm guessing you're a shibusen student?"

Mal hoped asking a simple question like that would lead to a short conversation although he was generally curious about it. Although he was more curious if the boy was a meister or not. Mal was looking for meister and it appeared that the boy had some skills with guns. Which fit well into Mals weapon type. However at the same time, Mal already seemed to have his eye of curiosity on a different meister but learning info about others couldn't hurt. Despite how awkwardly painful Mal found it to talk to people he didn't know.

[Rocton]

So I'm guessing you're a shibusen student?


A simple question taken at face value. Rocton was indeed a student, he'd been a student for a while now. Catching up for a few years now on basics that other students had knowledge about since they were 8. Book smart was the exact opposite of him and Rocton knew he was probably the most combat experienced student at Shibusen, barring Kishins.

"Yeah. Been there for a few years"

A simple rock stuck out of the ground ahead. It was no special than any other rock but it caught his eye. As his foot kicked it forward a few steps. In some ways, he felt like that rock. Kicked around, settling somewhere for awhile, then being thrown elsewhere.

The taco stand was within sight now, to the left of the students, huddled between two buildings. It was a long white shack with a chimney in the back. Next to the small window where you made your order was a list of the types of tacos you could order, some in spanish and english. There were 5 small tables in the open space left with a plastic enclosure to keep the wind out while people ate.

[malcor]

Mals was no more interested in the students abilities. The student had been here for a few years so was likely very combat experienced. Mal could since however, that the student was just as not thrilled with the current situation as he was. It was a tad bit of a boring walk. The student was kind enough to offer to show Mal the location of the Taco stand but somehow Mal doubted he was happy about it. Mal decided to do something to liven things up a bit.

Mal noticed the rock as the student began to kick it. As the rock rolled across the ground Mal performed his partial transformation, turning his top to fingers into his gunfingers. As the pebble began to settle Mal fired, denigrating the small rock. "bullseye"

Without lowering his arm or taking his eye of the spot the rock had once been, mal asked the student in a slow calm voice. "So, Weapon or Meister?"

Mal realized he was being somewhat hypocritical. After all, Mal had been suspicious of the boy for walking up to him with a gun in his hand and here Mal is randomly shooting a pebble. It was however, a opportunity to not only liven things up, but to also see how the student would react to such a random action. A opportunity that Mal could not resist.

[Vespera Velázquez]

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[Rocton]

(OCC: Sorry for the delay man. Have a few topics to catch up on. This post might seem a little godmoddish but hell you wanted excitement right?)

The shot rang loud and clear in the vicinity of Rocton's ear. His ears were used to that kind of sound and his muscles started to tense up as his nerves started dictating every minute adjustment needed for the next few moments.

He glanced back over his left shoulder at the boy, in the dim light of the streets his eyes seemed too lose their dark blue hue in favor of a more sinister stare, and observed his position. Rocton's right hand was still on his 1911 while his left hand had hanging loosely to his side.

When he was done scanning Malcor's posture, he drew up three different options in his head. It had been awhile since he had done any of these tricks and as a child he had learned to use his opponents force against them,and here the choices were easily formed. However, the whole point of this endeavor would simply be to teach this new kid not to shoot weapons around the city so freely so he had to pick the most non lethal of the choices.

With his left leg, he jumped out towards Malcor to try and push his finger/gun combo as far right as possible, away from Rocton, as the meister pulled out Sally, the .45 caliber pistol Malcor had seen him spinning earlier, from his coat pocket with his right hand and aimed at the demon weapon's groin area as he casually asked

"Which one would you miss less? right or left?"

The moment was short lived however, as Rocton chuckled slightly to ease the tension before putting his gun away and turning around to get something to eat from the stand before things escalated. With his hands back in his coat pockets and his fingers searching for his wallet, he said slowly to his new "friend"

"Names Rocton. I'm a meister.

[malcor]

[OOC: No worries man, its all good]

Mal had found himself caught off guard as Rocton lunged towards him. Mals arm was then pushed away so that his hand was now pointing somewhere else. "So he chose to fight then? I need to do something quick or I am gonna be in trouble."Mal did the only thing he could think to do. He transformed the bottom to fingers on his hand into Gunfingers and then bent the two fingers towards Roctons direction.

"Which one would you miss less? right or left?"

Mals bottom fingers lined up with Rocton as he had finished asking the question. A wicked smile then came over Mals face,"Never take time to talk to your opponent during battle." Mal prepared to fire, hoping that his shot would go off before his opponents. However, before he fired the boy began to laugh, pulled back, and turned around.

"Names Rocton. I'm a meister.

Mal then realized it was a trick, a attempt to scare him. Upon realizing this Mal transformed his hand back and fix his stance so that he was once again standing with his hands in his pockets. "Aiming for the groin? Not something I expected from a shibusen meister," Mal said with a slight chuckle.

After Rocton had moved out of the way, Mal then approached the taco stand and retrieved his food. "And my Names Mal."

[Puss in Boots]

No animals allowed, the pompous maître d’hôtel had stated, no matter how well dressed or trained, not even if it wore a charming eyepatch. The announcement was immediately followed with a request for the ventriloquist undoubtedly congratulating himself for his clever trick to take his sideshow act elsewhere. However grievously insulted he was by hated comparison to a pet, a mere domesticated animal goaded on by the promise of edible rewards and an insatiable urge to please a all-powerful provider, Laurent held his temper in check. He refused to give that self-important, glorified service worker the satisfaction of a slip up in the form of curled lips and a bared fang or two. Beyond a swivel of the ears and a flick of the tail, reactions he had long since minimized to the greatest extent that he could actively manage, there would be no typical animal behavior from him.

A fool would contest the insult and raise a ruckus that would lead to a testy environment with individuals begrudged into extending their service (if it succeeded at all), making not the relaxing, up-scale dinner he had in mind. Never mind that he of fine manners was turned away on sight while fine dining protocol could be bent enough to accommodate colicky younglings who couldn't possibly be old enough to appreciate the quality of the food. It took a man to walk away, to hold true to his ideals of self-control and civility. Let the weaker minded individual be convinced of his victory. Laurent's pride no longer stung when he realized it was an opportunity to prove once more to himself the strength of his character. The serval walked out of the restaurant in the same confident, unfazed manner he strode in with, holding his head tall with his impeccable posture, all three feet six of him.

He took the opportunity to further acquaint himself with Death City, for surely the more familiar he was with it the more familiar it would be with a magical being such as himself. This could be a small adventure, an exploration of the more common peoples in Death City and sampling their cuisine. Even with this optimistic spin on his circumstances, the thought of being in that part of town crossed his mind when he came upon the two hooligans fooling around with their firing weapons. Laurent implored himself to be more open-minded and mind to not let his condescension be too obvious. Surely they- Well. Shibusen students, were they? His ears picked up their conversation quite easily, and he gave pause in his thoughts. It is only natural that a school with students of that age to have a population of hot-blooded individuals. They are trained to be sent out after monsters, after all, and indiscretion and tomfoolery always come before wisdom. Yes, that was it.

Laurent pulled on his already-straightened red tailcoat as he silently came in line behind Rocton. Nothing unusual in the proceedings at all, he was just another hungry individual looking for instant gratification. The harsh fluorescent light of the taco stand cut into the darkness, casting a dull, desaturated look upon his tawny coat and reducing his lone, uncovered pupil into a thin slit anchored in a sea of dark amber as he perused the menu. The neighborhood couldn't be of too ill repute, judging by the presence of the meek young woman sitting at one of the tables. He decided to have another go at dinner; a taco stand couldn't be too picky in its choice of clientele.

[Vespera Velázquez]

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