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Post by tokoz on Aug 30, 2012 22:14:12 GMT -5
Bran trudges down the street, looking in windows as he passes. He sighs, looking at the Death City newspaper he's holding, flipped to the jobs section. He grumbles quietly as he flips through it again. He had found a small apartment, two bedrooms, but on the outskirts of Death City during one of his daily Parkour runs. He was interested by the quiet, and was thinking of renting it. He ate pretty cheaply, and he never really spent much of his weekly allowance, but still...
Bran looks at his paper again, scanning the pages. He rather liked the idea of not being stuck in the dorms. It was quiet, more room, and gave him a reason to free run to school. He was getting better, but he still needed a lot of practice. It was near the park too, so Singer could find him. He hadn't talked much with his new partner, both of them not much for unnecessary chatter.
Bran looked around, noticing the DeathBucks up the street. Well, It couldn't hurt. Seemed pretty busy, and If he wanted a place to stay, he would have to work for it. He resumes walking, and enters Deathbucks. Waiting until the line finishes, Bran tentatively taps the waitress on the shoulder. "Excuse me? I'd like to ask about a part time job?"
The blue-haired man behind the counter gave a apathetic nod, and ambled into the back room, coming out a minute later with a older man, who looked Bran over. "Shibusen student, huh? Well, one of our waitresses has left... Alright. Fill out an application, and I'll give ya an job. Have Jeff get me when you finish the application."
The older man sighed, handing Bran a piece of paper, and walked back into the storage area. As the door opened, the sounds of a fight spilled out, along with clanking metal noises. The owner's yelling joined the cacophony for a second, and then vanished, as the heavy doors swung shut. Bran looked a bit bemused, then shrugged. There were a lot of places created to give DWMA students jobs... The Demon Spear sat down, and began filling in the application.
After a short period of time, he finished, passing it to Jeff, who glanced at it for all of a half-second before turning and tossing a apron to Bran. He nodded at the back room. "I'll have you start taking orders. The old man 'll be bust for a bit. One if the delivery guys and our stockgirl don't get along." He pushes open the door, and a bag of beans sails past, with a string of curses following. Jeff lazily catches the bag, and plops it onto a counter. He nods at Bran. "Well, hurry up. Customers 'll be here any minute."
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Post by Leon Zephyr on Sept 7, 2012 20:24:58 GMT -5
It was the end of the school day Leon had just been released from his classes. Thank the gods too! Any longer and he would have definitely fallen asleep. He had a tendency for doing that whenever the lessons started to drag on, or whenever he was bored, or tired. Any kind of excuse that he could find to fall asleep in class he would most definitely take. Now... he was all kinds of tired, the final bell rang and everyone rushed out in order for their daily schedules.
Leon... Leon had to get something to keep himself awake for the rest of the day or something! Maybe some tea and something small to eat would give him the energy to keep it up for the rest of the day. He knew just the place too! DeathBuck's! Cafe, where they didn't make all that best tea, but their coffee was out of this world. Besides he needed to get up a stretch his legs and do something other than going straight back to the dormitory. Even if he still needed to move in.
His partner, Milo wasn't far behind. After all they had to stay together right? Just in case a Kishin or something came out of no-where he had some kind of way to defend himself. And likewise with the weapon having their Meister's close by. While walking they had to talk about something... right? Get to know him, if they wanted to be a powerful team their soul wave lengths had to match closely together. What better way that getting to know them better, No? The walk to DeathBuck's wasn't very long, Leon opened the door for his Partner. "Go ahead and choose a table, I don't care where we sit. Tell me a bit about yourself Emilio, if I'm going to fight with you I might as well know a little more about yourself." ((OOC: >.> The Badge is off his head.))
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Post by ♠spade♠ on Sept 8, 2012 2:09:56 GMT -5
``EMILIO;;&& job hunting[/b][/size]
And he was sooooooo ready to be finished with classes. When the bell rang for school to end Milo shot up from his place in the class room and began to follow Leon out the door and to the outside world, completely ready for something else to do. He didn't really know where his miester was going, but he didn't really care either. As long as they were going somewhere. As they walked he pulled out a key chain from his pocket. On it held one of those mini laser lights that are usually used as pointers. Having a completely bored and brain dead mind, milo began shining it on the ground, eventually showing it into house windows and such. It wasn't really anything personal. He was just bored.
It would have gotten a lot worse, like shining it into other people's eyes, probably, but they had arrived at their destination right on time. Before he could do any real damage with it anyway. As Leon opened the door he slipped the laser light back in his pocket and looked around the room. It was a nice little coffee shop and Milo enjoyed coming here now that he had explored death city a little bit more. He liked getting the same drink every time. Oreo Mocha with a shot of expresso in it. Strong much maybe? Strange enough at least. But Milo liked his coffee sugary and strong.
When he realized that Leon had spoken to him he glanced at his new partner and took a moment to comprehend the words that were spoken to him. Then he smiled at Leon and took another look around the shop. Choose a place to sit huh? Well then, he would gravitate to his favorite spot in the house. The back corner. Really the only reason why he sat back there was because of his training. Never sit with your back to the door. And sitting in the back corner allowed him the ability to watch the whole shop and keep his back safe at the same time. His feet moving on their own, Milo began to speak.
"Tell you about myself huh? Well Lets see..." He sat in the booth and looked at the ceiling in deep thought. What should he tell him that wasn't... painful maybe? "Well... I like to run, parkour. That always gets my blood pumping." He pumped the sky with his fist a few times before returning his attention back to Leon. "Anyway. Um... Oh! My hands can become claws!" At that he put his right hand on the table and caused his fingers to become claw-like, using his stiletto weapon ability. They became long and very thin, but only his fingers were effected by the transformation. After a moment he transformed them back to regular hands.
"Oh yeah, and if you hadn't noticed yet, I'm kind of a show off." He laughed at himself as if that was hysterical.
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Post by tokoz on Sept 8, 2012 19:00:49 GMT -5
As the Pair chatted, a voice quietly and calmly cleared it's throat. Next to the table stood a tall, extremley skinny boy, sporting a gray fedora and a Deathbucks apron. His face bore a apathetic, placid expression, rather bored by all accounting. He looked at them quizically. "You want anything to drink? We have mostly coffee and Tea, but I could ask if there's some cold drinks. Lord know's it's bloody hit enough already."
He asked this with a thick Irish brogue, and his relaxed aura is even more prounounced. He waits patiently, his pale hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants, and his dark jacket shifting as he looked around. He appears, all in all, to be a extremely calm individual.
One thing belies this statement. His eyes are an ice blue, but looking into them, you'd swear they were drilling a hole through your skull. There's a common saying, one that is a little more popular in Death City. "The Eyes are gateways to the Soul." In Bran's case, it allows you to glimpse into a sea of anger. The pure rage concealed behind his calm facde is hard to detect, but certainly there. A brief flutter of wind blows his apron crooked, revealing the logo on his t-shirt. Berzerkar.
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Post by Leon Zephyr on Sept 8, 2012 21:05:48 GMT -5
Leon listened closely to what Milo had to say, taking a seat in the booth facing opposite to him that was he was able to look him in the eyes. Also so it was less distracting and he could pay attention to more detail rather than sitting next to him. Not to mention it was just plain creepy. Leon's brows raised in amusement when he exclaimed some of the things he liked to do. "Parkour ehh, you mean... erm what did they call it? Free running! That's wicked, I've watched some people do that really cool stuff. I doubt I would be able to do something like that."
"Anyway. Um... Oh! My hands can become claws!" Odd, he didn't seem like the type of person to be umming about themselves. Was he nervous or something? Did he not want to talk about himself? Oops....
Either was Leon looked down at the hand placed on the table and watched as the fingers turned into thin claws an then went back. He'd never seen something like that before! He'd had basic combat training from his father but he never saw a weapon transform before, that was so cool! Was he able to focus his soul wave length in an attacking form like he could?
A figure approached announcing himself quietly, clearing his throat first. "Oh yeah, and if you hadn't noticed yet, I'm kind of a show off." Leon began laughing along with him but soon settled down as their waiter began talking.
"You want anything to drink? We have mostly coffee and Tea, but I could ask if there's some cold drinks. Lord know's it's bloody hit enough already." Leon turned towards the boy with a full smile, before looking him directly in the eyes. Being a Meister he's more sensitive to souls that weapons, so it wasn't hard to see all the rage that he had pent up inside of him, caused Leon to drop his smile immediately.
"Uhh... Yeah I would like a Sweet Tea please, No ice... excuse me you're a bit young to you perhaps go to the Academy?" As the roll of wind swept by Leon caught only a glimpse of his Bezerkar logo before the apron settled again. What was with this guy? Why did he give off such an unsettling nerve?
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Post by ♠spade♠ on Sept 10, 2012 11:58:10 GMT -5
``EMILIO;;&& job hunting[/b][/size]
He was about to say something else when the waiter walked over and interupted him softly. Annoyance gripped him and he shot a quick glare in the boy's direction before turning back away and wiping the glare off his face. No need to start something just yet. Though, during that split second of his glare at the boy he had noticed many things. First his eyes had caught Milo's attention. Not only had they caught his attention, but he knew he could probably relate to them in one way or another. Especially when it came to sensitive spots like his parents. He would rather sit there and continue to talk to his new miester then to converse with this luntic. He knew for a fact that he couldn't be trusted. He also noticed the way he held himself. Bored. That was the one word that described him at this current moment.
Instead of causing a scene, Milo pulled out a deck of cards that he had in his other pocket. His two carry-around-everywhere items were his reversed deck of cards and his laser pointer. Both of which he used to kill his bordom. He began to shuffle them, revealing the black hearts/diamonds and the red spades/clubs, trying not to interact more with this character than he already had to and trying to keep all negative emotions out of his face to keep from showing anything off. He held his normal mischieveious smile as he began to layout a game of solitair on the table in front of him.
He waited as Leon ordered what he wanted to drink, and then ask if he went to the academy. Awesome. Now he was striking up a conversation that Milo didn't want to happen, but oh well, had to play with the cards you got in your hand right? Maybe he could show off a little bit more in front of this guy too. Though he still wasn't sure if that was a very good idea. He still looked a little bit dangerous to him and that thought wasn't about to change.
Before he answered with what he wanted to drink he finished setting up his game and then looked up at the waiter. Before he could answer Leon, Milo said, ”Could I please have a oreo mocha, cold with a shot of expresso pretty please with sprinkles and a cherry on top?” He said in a slightly annoying, almost childish voice. Honestly, he just couldn't help himself. It just had to be done. Not to mention he lived to annoy people at just the right level. ”Oh yeah, also, no whip cream on that please, its a little too light and foamy for my taste. Thanks.”
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Post by tokoz on Sept 10, 2012 21:56:17 GMT -5
Bran sat patiently, as the meister and weapon pair turned to look at him. The Meister turned, smiling, to speak, and then his smile quickly vanished. He looked away, quickly spelling out his order. Bran turned and calmly gave the weapon an inquisitve look. The weapon answered by continueing to mess with his cards. As he waited for him to answer, he heard the other boy ask if he was a student.
He turned to answer, glad for tue distraction. And then, of course, KnifeFingers McDumbass behind him piped up with his order. Oh, that's excellent. He said it in what was obviously his most irritating voice. Bran's face didn't change, as he went to answer again, and the impertinent idiot asserted that he didn't want part of what he had just godamn ordered. Bran crossed out and rewrote the order, the cards moving behind him.
He smiled at the boy, finally looking up from his notepad. "Yes, I am. Bran Tuithail, EAT Class. Students can get Part-Time jobs, so I got one to pay for a small apartment. Better than the dorms, I like my peace and quiet, and they're rather loud." He turned as if to walk away, then whirled on his heel, his right fist shifting into a broad, serrated spearhead, held to the shaft that had replaced his lower arm by a metal raven shape. The blade thunked down, right in the middle of a card that had just been put down, missing the fingers by an inch. Bran's spin had stopped abruptly, the table checking his momentum and stopping his face just short of Milo's face. Bran flashed a grin, one that was just too wide to seem friendly, and said, still in his calm, bored tone, "You're Drink will be out in a minute." His hand was yanked out of the table, and he turned and headed for the kitchen.
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Post by Leon Zephyr on Sept 10, 2012 23:05:53 GMT -5
Even if Leon was frightened by his waiter, he wasn't scared of him. Just that look in his eyes kind of gave him a shock. Wasn't prepared for it, ya' know? No... he was only making excuses for himself he was a Meister now and Meisters should not be afraid. If they are afraid then they won't have the strength to pull off what needs to be done. It's just... he couldn't bring himself to look at those eyes any more.
He could however look at his weapon who... oddly didn't seemed like he enjoyed being here. What was up with him? Was he okay? Maybe he said something wrong! Or... perhaps it was the waiter? Maybe Milo had the same offset about the waiter as he had, maybe he just didn't like him. There was the chance that the two had a history together and they just didn't like each other. That was entirely plausible too. And in order to ignore him, he started setting up... a card game?
The waiter was just about to answer Leon's question, whenever Milo started to order. Just hearing his voice made his heart drop and his eyes open wide. The voice was childish, and straight up annoying. ”Could I please have a oreo mocha, cold with a shot of expresso pretty please with sprinkles and a cherry on top?” These were the kind of people that made him want to punch babies. ”Oh yeah, also, no whip cream on that please, its a little too light and foamy for my taste. Thanks.”
It wasn't hard to see that this conversation was going down hill. Was he like this to everyone? Or... just to this one particular person? Was he even able to take him out in public without him mocking someone? The Waiter wrote down his specific order, before turning back towards Leon in order to answer his question. "Yes, I am. Bran Tuithail, EAT Class. Students can get Part-Time jobs, so I got one to pay for a small apartment. Better than the dorms, I like my peace and quiet, and they're rather loud."
After, Bran turned in order to head back to the kitchen, Leon was just about to get onto Milo asking him what the hell that display was when Bran turned and suddenly sunk a serrated spear head into the table they were sitting. The shock of the action made Leon jump, he wasn't prepared for that. A weapon?! He was a Demon Weapon. Getting directly in Milo's face, saying that their drinks would be out in a minute. That was completely unnecessary! They are paying customers doing no kinds of harm to him. Not only that... he threatened his weapon.
The waiter turned away in order to really head back to the kitchen this time. Leon raised his hands, slamming them down on the table getting up from his seat in an abrupt rush. "What, the Fuck is wrong with you? How dare you threaten my weapon! Are you looking for a fight?!"
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Post by ♠spade♠ on Sept 11, 2012 5:45:10 GMT -5
``EMILIO;;&& job hunting[/b][/size]
It took awhile, but he could hear the waiter finally respond. Bran Tuithail, EAT Class huh? He sounded a little familiar, but at the same time not really. If milo had been told the name by someone else he wouldn't have recognized it, though he had heard it before. Currently he didn't really care. The rest of the conversation was a blur as he really didn't pay any attention. He continued to play his game of solitaire and wasn't aware of who said who. Though it didn't take long for there to be movement in the corner of his eye. He was only just barely ready for the strike, at least being able to save his fingers.
For a second he stared at the spear-like hand that was currently piercing his Ace of Spades. His absolute favorite card. He turned to glare at the weapon who had dared to ruin the best card in his hand, but was surprised to see that he was only a few inches away from his face. It was those eyes that threw him off. They made his mind loose track of his current thoughts and he became nervous. But his expression was one of disgust. How could someone so crazy, be so close to his face. How could he even let that happen.
All he had done was speak his mind in a rude fashion, It may have been directed at him and meant for him, but it wasn't like he was insulting his mother or his girlfriend or dog or anything. But it seemed that this boy was a bit to out of his mind to be stable.
"You're Drink will be out in a minute." That voice. It made Milo wanna slap his face and kick him to tinbucktu. it was so bored. So bothering. He couldn't help but feel just a little bit small. And Milo hated that feeling. When Bran pulled his spear-hand out of the table he watched quietly as the card floated back down onto it, landing in the middle of the pile. There was a large slit in it. His expression was blank. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew a threat when he saw one. Ruining his favorite card went along those lines.
Then a large SLAM woke him from his thoughts. He saw Leon stand from his seat in a rapid motion and basically challenged Bran with the line "how dare you threaten my weapon." Suddenly Milo's face became as red as his hair was. And he grabbed his ace of spades and thrusted it after Bran. It flew swiftly and accurately passed his ear, slamming itself hard against the wall on the other end of the room. When the card fell to the ground the corner was folded where it had hit the wall and had created a dent into it too. He was kind of being a show off to both his opponent and his miester, but it was more of a message to Bran than anything else, showing that he could indeed take care of himself and that he wasn't afraid to face Bran at all.
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Post by tokoz on Sept 11, 2012 7:46:04 GMT -5
As Bran walked away, fuming inside, he had a second to wonder if that had been a good plan. He was angry, yes. Had it been a while? Sure. But threatening a customer was probably a poor start. Although, the shop was mostly empty, the rush over for now. He and the Meister/Weapn pair were the only two in the shop. The faint yellong from the back room indicated that the manager was still.... Occupied . Then, he heard Leon yell at him.
He flinched, and his shoulders sunk. He was an idiot. Damnit, he had actually seemed like a cool guy. But he just HAD to piss him off. He was about to turn and aplogize. Really. But Milo, mister simpering, had to be a badass. The card flew by his cheek, hitting the wall. A thin scratch slowly etched it's way across his face. Bran's hand touched it lightly, and he stared at the small dot of blood. His nostrils flare, and his pupils dilate. He reaches up, grabbing his hat, and the neck of his apron, and whipping them over his head. As they fall, he kicks with one leg, both hands still in the pockets of his pants, sliding them midair into a near bye chair.
Bran looks up, and strides forward, pulling something out of his pocket. He reaches the table, and brings his hand across Milo's cheek in a wide arc. Instead of his hand, however, a old leather glove hits him square in the cheek. The glove is old and worn, dusty. Written on the wrist is "Connor Tuithail", and a dark stain covered part of the hand. On the small patch of white that held the name, the stain revealed itself to be old blood, faded with age.
Bran stares at Milo with dead, emotionless eyes. "Outside." He pivots on his heel, and heads out, where he stands in the middle of the sidewalk, arms held behind his back, waiting.
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Post by Leon Zephyr on Sept 11, 2012 18:45:15 GMT -5
Probably what surprised Leon the most was the fact that a card, the same one that Bran had stabbed flew past his cheek hitting the wall and actually making a dent in it. Exactly what were those cards made of? Damn though... he honestly wasn't expecting to fight this guy... not today. He just met him, what kind of reputation is this gonna set for them? Leon's blood was pumping, adrenaline racing. He half expected the boy to turn straight around and attack the two right now. But no, he slowly turned around, walking towards Milo pulling something out of his pocket.
A glove? What was a glove gonna do? It looked old and worn down, was... was that blood? No that's not possible, what kind of sick freak would carry around a blood stained glove in their pocket. bran walked right over to Milo slapping his square across the cheek. What was that all about? Was it supposed to mean something? Was he challenging him for a fight? He'd seen something like that only in cartoons as a joke, two characters pulling out gloves and smacking each other across the face with them.
The boy then muttered to Milo, Outside. Most likely because he didn't want to destroy the shop and end up getting fired. That is... if he didn't get fired already for stabbing the table... Bran turned on his heel and headed outside where he waited for the two, Leon turned towards his weapon offering out his hand. "You're not fighting this battle alone, Weapon Form."
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Post by ♠spade♠ on Sept 13, 2012 3:56:19 GMT -5
``EMILIO;;&& job hunting[/b][/size]
After throwing the card, which he now regretted, because he was now missing his Ace of Spades, Milo turned back to his game. Drat... now he was missing a key part of his solitaire game. But it didn't take long for Bran to react once again and the movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Getting ready, Milo stood up in one swift motion. He wasn't expecting Bran to be standing there already and he got the full blow of the dusty slap. Taking all the force Milo stumbled back into the booth that he had been sitting in only milliseconds before hand. He sat there a moment, unmoving in complete shock, his hand touching his cheek as if his life could be over in seconds.
Then Bran once again caught his attention and he turned to look at him dead in the eyes. Those eyes. Those horrible, angry, mad eyes. He couldn't stand them. He hated looking at him. He just wanted him to go away and to just leave him alone. And of course Milo had to do something simple, but stupid just to make the situation worse.
"Outside..."
[/i] He KNEW IT! He just KNEW IT! He was challenging him! Of Course he was challenging him. At those words Milo stood up with a look of mixed feelings. Rage, excitement, anticipation. He was Emilio. He was Rival. Rivalry was in his blood, and he was ready to beat this guy's ass. Then he stopped himself mid-stride as he realized what he was about to do. You impulsive, cocky idiot! This is all your fault. If you just go rushing into it then you might get completely humiliated as a result. Well... More humiliated then you already are. You're used to being impulsive and getting into fights like this, but your not used to dragging other people into them. He glanced at Leon quickly, then watched Bran as he headed outside. Why did he always get himself into stupid situations? Alright, once again he had to play with the cards that were laid out for him, but this time he had to play it careful. What did he know about him from what he had seen so far? He was a spear, a weapon. Ohkay... He was fast. Nothing new. Those eyes... Then Milo muttered a curse under his breath. The weapon's self control. That was what would save Milo's ass or bury it five feet under the ground. He had a hard time keeping his self control. Though he had enough control over his own body to suggest going outside instead of destroying the shop. Which meant that he probably had SOME integrity. Or, he had conflicting personalities. This was either very good for him or very bad. Good, Milo was good with keeping control of himself in a fight, even when it came to challenges. Bad, He wasn't a lone in this fight. Good, Bran's lack of self control could make him sloppy. Bad, it could also make him very dangerous. Just as Bran stepped out the door he heard Leon's voice break through his thoughts. "You're not fighting this battle alone, Weapon Form." Milo turned to face his miester. He did get them into this stupid mess. He should accept the challenge that was offered to him. He took a few steps forward, as if he was going to completely ignore his miester. Then he thought about the consequences that actually might come out of this if he made any more mistakes. He hesitated a moment before rolling his eyes and sighing. "Alright, boss." He said spreading a crazy smile on his face. "I am at your service." As he said this he did a cocky bow and transformed into his stiletto knife, landing into Leon's hand easily. "Lead the way oh mighty miester of the DWMA." [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by tokoz on Sept 13, 2012 8:23:15 GMT -5
Bran stood outside, waiting. When the pair exited, he looked up and down the mostly empty street. It was nearing supper, and most people were inside. Bran looked at the pair, as he reached behind his head, grabbing something. He grinned then, and the smile that etched across his face was , unmistakeably, that of someone who was letting go, relaxing. Or, in this case... Relaxing their restraint.
((BGM: War of Change, Thousand feet.))
"BERSERKER.....
Bran's hair flew back , the ponytail coming undone into a mane of brown hair.
"BLOOD!
Bran threw his head back, screaming And with that, Bran disappeared. Not literally, but his sudden jump, nearly 6 feet up, certainly gave such an impression. He kicked off the wall, rolling, coming at Leon from the side. His barrage of punches and leg sweeps, as he stood sideways, mininizing his body's available target space, was strongly reminiscent of fenceing.
"You know why I challleged you? When people fight, they have no choice but to be honest. The brawl requires their attention, stripping away pretense. And you know why else? His foot came in from the side."I DON'T WANT TO BE THERE WHEN YOU COME IN ON THE COFFIN BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T COPE! He gestures at the stilletto. "I saw how you were. I wasn't angry at your behavior. I was pissed becuase I don't think you have the conviction to do what needs to be done in a crisis. You lose conviction, you two stop resonating, and you get to watcg as your meister is murdered. He's depending onbyou, and based off what I saw, you'd get him killed mission one. If not... "
Bran growled the last three words at Milo. "PROE ME WRONG." The storm of wild blows continue. Bran is speaking in a almost trance-like state, like his mind and body, the latter of which is currently pumping with insane amounts of adrenaline, are separate fir now.
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Post by Rocton on Sept 14, 2012 3:05:03 GMT -5
Today was a particularly gleeful day for Rocton, unlike many other days. He had often been running around Death city's more seedy or hidden vendors for new sources of ammo for his gun. From time to time, he would come across a few sets of .45 bullets that were a bit unique for their own purposes and the firearms meister would enjoy a time in the desert testing. Today was a bit different however in that he his new found treasure was a set of rubber bullets that while being a completely new experience were also a lot cheaper than the usual rounds. So instead of the short practices he was used, he'd have the chance to fire rounds for almost an hour before he would have to settle down for a nice cold soda break while watching the sunset.
It was rare to see the young silver haired meister, scars and all, walk down the shops of death city in such a good mood, so much so that he even got some weird looks from some shopkeepers, now well accustomed to his routine of strolling by with a look of pure boredom and "don't mess with me." It was almost to the point that a few considered calling Shibusen and warning them that a student had been abducted and replaced by a horrible spy who had no idea what kind of man Rocton was. None of it bothered him any though, he needed nothing but the tattered bag on his shoulder bouncing with the sound of magazines and a few first aid supplies in case of emergencies. On his other hand, the other part of his perfect afternoon, a blue cooler filled with ice and a few glass bottle sodas from down south. They were a guilty pleasure, something he never enjoyed in his youth and was keen on enjoying while he could..
He turned a corner, thinking only about what a joy his afternoon was going to be, shooting, drinking soda, the usual. He was so enthralled he only half noticed the ensuing fight. Typically, he could care less about these situations, bunch of idiot new kids wanting to show off, thinking they're gods among men, when in reality they were merely kitty cats among wolves. He was ready to shrug them off when he noticed a change in the extremely skinny stupid one, wasn't hard to tell he was stupid because a little Soul perception revealed a few of his more exaggerated traits, his soul changed as he screamed something about blood. It was nothing spectacular to see this kid jump up and start the fight but in the composition of his soul, it had something odd and yet familiar. It had traces of ....inconsistencies for a regular shibusen student. It was tainted or was it... it wasn't normal that was for sure.
For a split second, Rocton considered taking out his trusted Sally, leveling off a few shots and asking questions later, it wouldn't be far apart from his past fights but as he reached into his black motorcycle jacket for his pistol, he stopped and heard what this kid was raving about.
It wasn't a long rant, and it certainly wasn't a well educated one. Coherent came to mind, then swiftly left as quickly as a tourist towards the restroom at an Indian restaurant, to be replaced with idiotic. He tried to say that fights were "honest", a misconception to anyone who's ever been shot at, something about conviction and other bull at that point the ex-child soldier was ready to grab the twig by the neck and shake some sense into him, maybe plant him headfirst in the ground and hope the brain cells grow back with a bit of water, fertilizer and magic seeds. It finally dawned him, it wasn't his fight and under rules he couldn't interfere unless he was involved in some way by one of them.
Rational thinking would delegate, keep walking, kick his ass later and go on your day, but this had a personal ring to it. It was always bothersome to Rocton when he met another ignorant student. Someone who boasted or bragged about what they knew, when in reality, they understood little. It bothered him mainly for the fact that, he had seen death, he had lived alongside it for years, he had seen good friends, better men, humble boys with no business holding a weapon, unfairly die a death they didn't deserve, and here these idiots were....still alive while they were dead. It was no longer about messing with a perfect afternoon, it was about spitting on respectful graves by existing. That couldn't happen without some punishment. Not by some tainted idiot. Not by anyone ever again.
And so, he leaned against the wall to death bucks, put his cooler down, pulled out a nice cold soda, popped the lid and took a drink and watched, waiting.
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Leon Zephyr
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I'm the kind of guy you don't want to be friends with, yet you just can't stay away.
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Post by Leon Zephyr on Sept 14, 2012 12:40:03 GMT -5
Leon rolled his eyes whenever Milo called him boss. What was up with Milo? Was he always going to be like this? The weapon adopted a crazy smile muttering, "I am at your service." Before easily transforming into his weapon form. Just like he said it was, a Stiletto dagger. A rather small weapon, but fast and agile. Made mostly for stabbing instead of slashing or cutting. He had never seen his partner's weapon form until now. Testing the weight in his hands, it felt rather light almost as if there was nothing there. Could that be their Wavelength's resonating? The blade itself gave off a snowy white tint. A very nice blade indeed. Not to mention as soon as he gripped it, he suddenly felt stronger than before. That must be the Weapon's Wavelength enhancing abilities.
It was Milo's voice that broke him out of his thoughts. "Lead the way oh mighty miester of the DWMA." Leon suddenly gripped onto the blade's handle tighter. Was he being sarcastic, or just toying with him? Leon let out a sigh, relaxing a bit, this was their first day actually meeting each other, he had to give Milo more of a chance. They were still practically strangers.
Leon didn't give a return comment, what was he supposed to say? "The mighty Meister is nothing without his Mighty Weapon?" This was a partnership and he needed to make sure that his weapon knew he appreciated him... "The Mighty Meister is nothing without his Mighty Weapon. Ehh Milo?"
It didn't take them long to walk outside the Death Buck's Cafe, and there, their opponent waited patiently for the pair to take their position. The practice sessions with his father played back in his mind, They were never any serious fights, just the two fighting with sticks. Was that his way of preparing him for something like this? He trained him in some basic combat, even some hand-to-hand. He was so busy with his own thoughts he almost missed what Bran had to say.
What did he say? Something about blood? And before Leon could make sense of it all, Bran was right on top of him, jumping up into the air, kicking off one of the nearby walls, barreling down straight towards him, sending a flurry of punches and leg sweeps. Leon was able to block the first few punches, but unfortunately couldn't keep up, he was caught off guard, thought there was gonna be some kind of ready set go thing. All the while Bran was screaming something about Conviction? What was that supposed to mean? Leon thought as he was struck upon the face with a punch.
Bran moved to the side, sending a leg sweep at Leon's mid-section, unfortunately even though he tried to block it with his arm, he was to late. The full attack struck him in the side, sending him reeling and smashed into one of the alleyway's walls. Pain shot through his body with white hot intensity. Breathing slowly, he could take it. He peeled himself off the wall, he had to at least fight back, he couldn't stand here and allow himself to take hits.
He had to fight back, he had to force himself to move. Someone wasn't going to win a fight just by allowing himself to get beaten. In one movement he dashed off, making his way directly towards Bran, he was another student he couldn't exactly stab him with his weapon, there would no doubt be repercussions from Lord Shinigami. With this in mind Leon swung his weapon, swinging the butt of the dagger at Bran's head, before crouching down in a low sweep at his feet.
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