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Interplanetarypurplythorny Rust
Topic Started: Oct 28 2012, 11:27 PM (2,571 Views)
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A stroke of genius! That was the only thing this could be attributed to. Either that, or his fearsome, aristocratic gaze. No. It was the combination of his strategic steering and his fearsome gaze that made all of the ships that stood before him turn in the opposite direction and high-tail it out of his path to the island. The lanky young man had an arrogant smile on his face as he steadied the steering wheel to keep the boat on track. "I'm sort of relieved that I didn't have to engage those fools. I wouldn't have wanted to needlessly waste energy in a mass slaughtering like that," he said, more than one hundred percent assured of his would-be victory. They didn't call him the Harbinger of Chaos and Destruction for nothing... because that was what they called his little sister... or what she called herself.

Lelouch yawned as he watched the ships speed off to the right. He was too arrogant to come to the conclusion that perhaps the ships were called away or went to help pursuit someone or something. They were moving quite fast too, so whatever it was must have been a big deal LELOUCH 2 STRONG AND GUARD SHIPS SCARED LOL. He turned his attention away from the fleeing ships and to the island that he was fast-approaching. The large, dirty red mass of land seemed rather humble to the young man who was used to visiting upper-middle class islands. The shade of the land did give it a bit of "uniqueness," though. But just being unique in the lowest sense, probably lower, of the word was not enough to bring the great Lelouch to one's humble island.

There was a rumor that was travelling through the Duel Circuit. Someone with great skill and talent for the children's card game, Duelmon, was retired from the game and resting on the island of Rust Pit. Just dueling against a former great wasn't in Lelouch's interests, he was after what that former great had in his possession. It was a rare duelmon card. A card that was highly sought after for its great destruction capabilities. Lelouch didn't need the card, nor did he want it that badly, he just wanted a chance to duel against it while he was in the area. And winning that card in a wager duel wouldn't be such a bad thing either, seeing as the aristocratic duelist had many rare cards to wager that he didn't need.

The docking area of the island seemed rather unoccupied as Lelouch's boat pulled in. There was a lone fisherman sitting on the edge of the pier with his line dipped idly in the water. Lelouch stared at the man's back for a few seconds before turning his attention to the door to the area below the deck. "Chiisu! If you need anything, come get me or something!" A low growling sound could be heard coming from below the deck. It was rather lazy and tired-sounding. Lelouch started walking away but abruptly stopped, remembering something. "Make sure you go outside the next time you want to use the bathroom, you filthy hipster!" He stomped his pristine white shoe on the deck to make sure that whoever was underneath understood that he was serious about what he was saying.

After disembarking, Lelouch wandered around the area immediately next to the docks. He wasn't sure about which way to go, but he figured he''d take the path opposite of the smoke stacks that were rising to the left. There was no way that a former duelist would be working in a plant. A duelist's hands are delicate and must remain that way if they wanted to handle their cards and keep them in pristine condition. The towns or villages most likely being far from the island's factories to keep the islanders in good health might have also been a reason to for him to choose to avoid the factories for now. So with that in mind, Lelouch traversed the reddish-brown ground and moved towards his destination: some probably poor village.
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The air was tense, the stiff figures of 60 some marines hardly daring to move lest they shatter the fragile atmosphere. Shuffling as discreetly as they could, they made way for a single, balding man who looked suspiciously like Kevin Spacey. Clearing his throat, he declared calmly, resolutely, "Sir! Please put the sword down! We can talk this through, it doesn't have to end this way!" In response, a hysterical cry croaked through the air, "FUCK YOU MAN, STAY THE FUCK BACK, YOU DON'T KNOW ME MAN. I'LL FUCKING KILL MYSELF I FUCKING SWEAR LOL!" The dirty dirty boy in the middle of the deck, brandished the sword threateningly at himself, and there wasn't a soul onboard that doubted the sincerity of his actions. I mean, look at him. Dirty, short, weak looking as fuuuuuck. Didn't look like he had any skills, or any future. Half the crew were kind of hoping he'd run himself through, out of pity over his sad existence. The soft whisper of perspiration hit the deck, but it wasn't raining. It was a whale. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooo" went the whale, spraying its shit into the air before submerging into the depths.

Anyways, the Negotiator swore viciously under his breath, cursing the cards that had been dealt to him that day. It didn't bother him that some dumbass had the audacity to stow away on a marine vessel, or the fact that that dumbass had gotten caught taking pictures of himself stepping on marine food, or the fact that that dumbass began to threaten to kill himself rather than partake in a friendly game of badminton with the crew in spite of everything he had done. Hell, if he could, he would have just let the retard run himself through. Because, I mean, look at him. Just look at him. Glancing over his shoulder, he smiled reassuringly at the children huddled together (not noticing they were all actually just playing Duelmon, but whatevs). Today was Take Your Kid To Work Day, and the last thing he needed his wife to bitch on him about was about how he had let their son witness the suicide of some retard on marine property.

Out of sheer frustration, he blurted out irritably, "COME ON MAN! CUT ME SOME SLACK, YOU'RE A GOOD LOOKIN YOUNG GUY RIGHT? YOU GOT A LOT TO LIVE FOR!" A slight pause, followed by a hesitant, "You... You think I'm good looking...?" Eyes lighting up, he seized the opportunity like the vet he was, laying it on thick, "Yeah, sure! I'm sure in some country's you could pass for good-looking (as he said this, his index and middle finger intertwined with one another, lest God happen to be watching and judge him for this blatant lie)!" "Why, if I had a daughter, I-" We never found out what would have had happened if he had a daughter, because at that exact moment the horrible groaning of two ships colliding with one another drowned out the panicked screams of the Marines (the children continued playing Duelmon, it was a fun game).

For some reason, the other vessel had been on fire, which consequentially spread to the marine ship. Groggily gathering himself as marines grabbed children and leaped off deck, he warded off the smoke and heat with his arm, sword at hand. Stiffening visibly, he stood stockstill as a lone silhouette sauntered flamboyantly through the wreckage. "Rofl... Well look who it is..." Frowning deeply with displeasure, Quasar spat into the deck, and sheathed his sword, sneering, "Majestic... My dear brother lol..." Aside from their differing choice of apparel (Quasar preferred the spunky upstart SHAMAMA, whereas Majestic chose the established gangstaliciousness of FIORE), the two looked exactly alike. From their hair, to their eyes, to their bright white swords. Glaring at one another, the mirror of their eyes reflected the burning flames of the flames that were on the ship, but also the flames of rage in their hearts.

"Rofl, what a loser, you should just kill yourself." "At least I wasn't put up for adoption lol." "ROFL, HEY FUCK YOU, MOM TOLD ME SHE PUT THE WRONG ONE ON ACCIDENT BECAUSE SHE WAS DRUNK." "I BET YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE MARTIAL ARTIST PROF, YOU GAY GUNMAN LOL." "ROFL WHAT? WHY DO I NEED MA WHEN I CAN JUST SHOOT YOU??" "HA, GAY? LOL." "ROFL, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT??" "GAY LOL??!?!?!?" "ROFL, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Huffing and puffing, the two glared at each other some more, fingers securing themselves more securely around the hilt of their swords. Suddenly, a shrill whistle pierced the air, followed by the heavy thud of a cannonball hitting the water nearby them. In the distance, the aforementioned assembly of marine ships had arrived. Indifferent, the two continued to stare at each other, even as more marine cannonfire rained down around them.

A lone duelmon card fluttered weakly in the air, passing between the two. In an explosion of action, Majestic's hand jerked violently, drawing his pistol, but Quasar was ready to negate his effect, having already closed the gap between them, his right fist tucked away against his side. Baring his fangs aggressively, he unleashed his restrained fist, faster than the eye could see and knocking the pistol's trajectory upward with his knuckles. The crackle of gunfire punctuated the miss, and smelling blood, Quasar clawed at his brother's chest, managing to secure a hold of his left nipple. Twisting violently with all his might, Majestic Nguyen screamed in agony, his knees going weak from the pain. "ROFL, SHIT!" Despite this, he was still a Nguyen, and Nguyen's were battlemode. Thinking on his toes, the other Nguyen sucked on his pinky for a second, and jammed it roughly into his brother's ear. "AW GROSS, LOL!" Releasing his hold, the two staggered backwards slightly, Quasar scooping out his ear, Majestic massaging his arreola, before reaching for their swords. Drawing their swords faster than thought, the ringing clash of their blades revebrated in the air as they knocked each other back.

Cold black eyes remaining steadfast as splinters of wood and the ocean spray hung in suspended motion around them, the two raised their swords in unison, and rushed at each other, screaming, "ROFL) I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU (LOL"

And then the entire ship blew up.

Groaning as he came to, Quasar jerked upright, his hand immediately tightening around the sword he had managed to hold onto despite everything. Hissing with agony, he straightened his leg out and waited for the harsh and abrupt leg cramp bout that had just afflicted him to go away. Sighing with relief when it did, he straightened up, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance. "What the lol..." Pawing lightly at the red rust that caked his face, he looked around, sniffing for the scent of his archnemesis brother. He'd kill him, today was the day he'd kill him for sure. Squinting at the sun, he held his fists out, building them up from the horizon as an attempt to understand what time it was. Ah, whatever. Wandering off aimlessly, he scratched absentmindedly at his back, in which a plank of wood was embedded.

Unaware, he continued on his way, following his heart and the wind. Because that was all he needed. And maybe some medical attention.
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Lelouch stopped in his tracks and looked out in the distance. There seemed to be a ship that had spontaneously combusted or something. The aristocratic young man turned away from whatever was happening out at sea and continued along the path to the village. As long as the fire wasn't burning him or anything that he owned, he didn't really give two shits about who was being burnt to cinders, crisps, ashes, your mom, etc. Lelouch went to keep moving, but some outside force seemed to have some kind of weird hold on him and kept him from moving. The same force turned his head back towards the boat and made his heart sink a little. A single sweat drop poured down his milky white skin as he exhaled solemnly. "Did... a Duelmon just die? ... No. Why would they have Duelmon cards on those ships? And how would I even know about them dying? Can paper even die? I know you can dye it but does it..." Yeah, let's just skip the questions and get to when he arrived.

Arriving at the rusted(go figure) gates of the village, the young man's violet eyes wandered upwards to see just where he was at. [unreadable] Village. Even the goddamn sign was rusted beyond comprehension. Lelouch moved forward and heard the sign creak as he walked underneath it. He looked up at it one last time and shot it a violent glare, keeping it in place for the time being. Once the gate was cleared, the sign fell, crashing down onto the ground and creating a loud thud. It may have not been all that in appearance, but it did have enough sense to not crash on Lelouch's head. So all in all, it wasn't that bad of a sign.

There wasn't much hustle, nor bustle in this quaint little village. There were a few people here and there, a small kiosk with a guy selling cabbages and other stores and a few houses, but it wasn't anything like the urban atmospheres that Lelouch was used to. Most of the structures looked as if they were all comprised of the exact same brick. Lulu pondered on whether or not that he should eat or just get straight to his search for this dueling great. A slow and low growl of the tummy directed the young man of exactly what he had to do. The cabbage hustler heard his growling stomach and tried to offer him a big ball of green leaves for half off. "No," the aristocrat voiced with a slight hiss of the tongue before moving on to find a food store or diner of some sort.

The search didn't take that long. A nice little diner that drew Lelouch in with its tantalizing aroma of fresh pies. "It's a bit early for pies, but it's not like I'm home and mom is yelling at me for spoiling my appetite. To hell with it, I'll have a scrumptious pie for brunch!" he declared aloud before entering the store, garnering a few sideways stares from the locals in the outside. Bells chimed on the top of the door as the young man walked through the door and into the establishment. It smelled just as great on the inside as it did on the outside. The inside was pretty much what anyone would expect if they had saw the outside. While the place wasn't really foul or in trouble of violating any serious health codes, it was rather dreary and bland. At least the place had white furniture, Lelouch's second favorite color.

"You want a pie, huh? What kind?" an older woman behind the counter asked. She had dark brown hair that was on the verge of graying and light brown eyes. She was wearing a white apron that was slightly worn and seemed to have some flour on it, most likely from a baking. "Y-yes. How did you know that?" Lelouch asked with very shifty eyes, thinking that she may have studied up on him before he arrived at the island. He started taking notes of everything and everyone in the diner in case he had to fight with the villagers, but stopped when his thought process was interrupted by the woman. "Well, you were rather loud when you said you wanted some pie before coming in..." "Oh... I guess I did say that out loud..." The scholar sighed in relief and moved in to take a seat at the counter.

"So what'll it be?" Lelouch looked at everyone in the diner at least twice before turning his attention back to. "Uhm, do you have sweet potato? I'd really enjoy some sweet potato pie. He was still trying to count everyone using his peripheral vision, though he lost count every time the woman behind the counter asked him about his order. Once she was done, she placed what he wanted on a little window for the cook in the back to look at. As he waited for his pie to be brought to him, Lelouch pondered on what that rare card would be. A mighty warrior? A mystical spellcaster? The last duelist that he challenged used a dragon as his trump card, so hopefully he wouldn't have to go up against one of those again. They[dragon type monsters] weren't annoying or anything, but quite a few of his recent duels involved dragons.

When the order came, it was immediately attacked. The pie was quickly dug into with an imitation sterling silver fork and his eggnog that he ordered along with it was quickly drank to wash down the piece of pie that was devoured. Lelouch's suspicions weren't unfounded at all. He noticed a waitress that kept walking by him and eyeing him in the same suspicious way that he eyed her. The silver-colored fork sliced into the pie once again, chopping off a thick piece. As said piece was scooped up, the stool next to him was plunked onto by a nice rear end. Lelouch looked over to see a pale young woman, even paler than him, staring into his face with intense green eyes. "Is that a mon holder under your shirt or do you have some weird back boner?" Using his free hand, the young man felt his back and realize that he did have his mon holder beneath his shirt. It was there so much that he forgot he even had it sometimes.

"I guess it's safe to assume that you're a duelist then?"

"Yep."

"Do you want to have a match right now or-"

"I'm on break in ten minutes. Just enjoy your meal for now," she said with a wink, which confused the hell out of the aristocrat.

Lelouch nodded and smirked as he watched the girl walk over to take someone's order. He was happy that he'd have a little entertainment with thrashing this girl before going to find the guy that he was after. Who knows, maybe she had information on him if she was a duelist. For the few minutes he had before the duel, Lulu ordered more sweet potato pie and eggnog.
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As he wandered aimlessly, he suddenly found himself at the gated entrance of a village. Glancing at the worn sign at the top was a sign that clearly stated, "Scraps Village" (LOL 20/15, GET ON MY LEVEL SCRUB). Not really having anywhere else to go, the youth passed through the gates. There wasn't much hustle, nor bustle in this quaint little village. There were a few people here and there, a small kiosk with a guy selling cabbages and other stores and a few houses, which was pretty much the same old shit that Quasar was used to. Most of the structures looked as if they were all comprised of the exact same brick. Quasar pondered on whether or not that he should eat or find some pussy. He'd always wanted a cat, but it seemed like everytime he tried they caught on fire and got eaten by eagles. The monstrous rumbling of his stomach directed the young man of exactly what he had to do.

The cabbage merchant noted his growling stomach and tried to offer him a big ball of green leaves for freeeeeeee. "Ok lol." Grabbing the cabbage, he looked over it momentarily, before taking a huge bite out of it. And then the world turned black.

Groaning groggily as he came to, the first thing he saw was a hunched over granny doing lines of white powder on a table, a mass of junkie bodies laying about listessly around her. "What the lol?!" The granny looked up from her lines, the blank dazed look in her eyes shifting quickly into the focused predatory look of a wolf, before melting to the warm smiling face of a granny. "Why hello there, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood wouldn't you agree?" Her presence seemed to stifle him, he felt like he was drowning, but actually he was just choking on some cabbage from earlier. Coughing roughly, he dispelled the offensive vegetable, and felt immediately better.

Scrambling to his feet, he jabbed his finger accusingly, "Hey lady, drugs are bad, didn't you go through D.A.R.E? Just say no!" The warm, comely look immediately faded, as the granny sneered, mimicking him mockingly "Drugs are bad, drugs are bad. Just say no!" Spitting into the ground, she screamed, "What are you, gay?!" Pounding at her chest, she screamed defiantly, "I'm old as fuck, I do what I want you fucking whippersnapper!" She dissappeared around the back, and came roaring back equipped with a massive seven foot sword. Wait, no, that wasn't a sword, it was just an iron table with a handle attached to it. "Uh, I think you got your drug effects confused lady lol..." Slamming the sword into the ground, in a show of strength, she tore off her clothes, baring it all. She was pretty much typical grandma body, but noticeably had a variety of boxes strapped around her body similar in appearance and function to gun holsters. "Oh god lol!" screamed Quasar, flinching at the sight. "You think you can fuck with Mama Nguyen, brat?! I won Duelist Kingdom (30 years ago)!!! Nobody fucks with Mama Nguyen... Except... That man..." Suddenly subdued, the woman seemed to lapse into memories of days long gone past. But apparently, they weren't very fond thoughts. "Why didn't you ever call me?!" screamed the woman in rage.

Howling hysterically, the old woman pulled the weapon out of the ground, brandishing it wildly in the air as she charged at him. Stepping forward, he punched her in the gut, and she dropped like a ton of bricks, the ground rumbling as the weapon left her grasp. Gasping, she questioned him in disbelief, "D-d-did you just punch me?" Elevating his chin condescendingly, he retorted, "I never said I didn't punch bitches lol." Coughing harshly, the elderly woman groaned, and a torrent of red liquid spewed from her mouth. "Holy shit lol." Rushing over, he massaged her back, inquiring concernedly, "Whoa shit granny, are you ok lol?" Inhaling sharply, he hardly dared to breath, lest he cut himself on the blade that was suddenly pressed against his neck. The old woman grinned wolfishly, pressing the edge of the previously concealed weapon against his neck, remarking slyly, "Oldest trick in the book sonnyboy."

Regaining his composure, Quasar remarked cockily, "You think I'll let this stop me bitch lol?" Making an attempt to dash away, with a flick of her wrist, the woman's sword bit into his neck, drawing blood. Staggering backwards in surprise, a hand pressed tightly against his neck in an attempt to suppress the bloodflow, he screamed hysterically, "WHAT THE FUCK, THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LOL." As the blood gushed from his between the cracks in his fingers, spilling down onto his shirt, Quasar looked about desperately, trying to find any way to save himself. As he did so, the devil granny approached him patiently, slowly ushering him into the corner of her kitchen. Cackling maliciously, she crooned consolingly, "Don't worry sonnyboy, when you're dead and gone, I'll take your body, and I'll chop you up, and I'll serve you to real customers. Your fate was as good as sealed when you ate those drugged cabbages you see."

Pointing her sword at his stomach, she mused. "Your belly will fill my meat pies." Shifting, she jabbed at his arms, causing him to leap back to avoid the point of the weapon. "Your bones will flavor my soups." With another thrust, she chopped at his crotch, which he of course backed away from. "And your balls... well. Let's just say that there are no po-ta-toes on this island. But we always have po-ta-to products. And eggnog. If you know what I mean." As the woman threw back her head and cackled devlishly, basking in her triumph, Quasar groaned in dismay at the thought of his balls being used as substitutes for classic black meals. "You're fucking crazy lady lol!" Sneering, the woman set her feet, gripping her sword as she prepared to deliver the final stroke, "I'm vietnameez bitch, I eat everything!"

As she brandished the sword over her head, Quasar closed his eyes, awaiting his inevitable doom, his armed covering his head in vain. After a few moments passed, and he was not dead, he dared open his eyes. The woman was frozen, her sword still in the air above her head, sweat pouring profusely down the sides of her face. "S-s-shit, I threw out my back!" Her face melted back into the homely mask it had been earlier as she implored. "Be a dear, and h-h-help me?" Lol. Quasar's face twisted inhumanely, the pure malice that emanated from him causing the elderly woman to pee a little. "Not a chance lol." Rushing forward he grabbed her, kneed her in the crotch, and then smashed her right boob repeatedly with uppercuts, before throwing her to the ground. Dashing away, he ran back, kicked her in the face, and then continued running. Looking for anything that could stop the bleeding, his eyes settled upon one of the pots suspended over a fire.

Gulping, he gathered his courage, grabbed the pot, and pressed it against his neck, cauterizing the wound, the hissing of the heated metal burning his flesh echoed quietly in the empty kitchen. Moaning in agony, he threw the pot away quickly, and pawed at his wound delicately. Sniffling, he hobbled away into the main dining room of the establishment. As he walked by, he noticed a plate of potato pie and a cup of eggnog. Feeling queasy, he immediately vomitted all over the food, before patting the unfortunate diner, a frail looking pale youth, on the shoulder, "My bad bro, my bad lol."

Dragging himself away, he attempted to scramble as far away as he could.
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"How was your pie, sweetie?" Lelouch lifted his head up and then looked at the woman. "It was amazing, ma'am. The eggnog was particularly delicious too. May I ask where you got the ingredients from?" he asked after placing the fork that he had been wielding to eat the pie. "Uhm, well... We usually have our ingredients made right here on the island for super freshness, but..." Lelouch heard some thumps coming from in the kitchen, no somewhere behind the kitchen, and the woman seemed to have heard them to but tried to ignore them and focus on Lelouch. "-yeah, we ran out last week, so we ordered genuine-uhm, I mean one hundred percent, non-artificial eggnog from Drum and fresh potatoes from Little Garden. But we're-" Another thud sounded from some room behind the kitchen, interrupting the woman. "-in the process of acquiring more." Lelouch raised an eyebrow for a split second before he realized that it was about that time. Duel time.

A crisp two thousand beli bill was placed on the counter along with a five hundred beli bill, which was a tip for the nice woman who served him. The aristocrat turned around on his stool to be greeted by an unsightly-looking youth. He threw up in some guy's meal before staggering off and out of the door. Lelouch's stomach turned slightly, knowing that that could have been him if he had sat seven seats over. The youth who was previously eating that meal, and hopefully not still eating it in the future, was a more passive man than Lelouch, as he would have killed that vomiting schmuck instantly. Picking up a napkin, he tossed it over to the young man. "Clean yourself up," he advised, pointing to the stray vomit that had found its way to his clothing.

The challenger, still wearing her white apron and red picnic-patterned dress beneath it, exited from out of the kitchen and walked up to Lelouch. She was sporting a gray mon holder which seemed to be rather old school. It was probably a hand-me-down or something, not that it mattered; the skill and heart of a duelist were all that mattered... maybe a little bit of money for some top tier cards. The young woman pushed her hair behind her ear and flashed a very cute smile at her opponent. "I hope you're ready, because I'm ready and rearing to finally stomp someone." She bumped him as she walked past, not really a bump, maybe more of an 'intimidating brush of the shoulders'? Either way, that little contact of shoulder to shoulder was the sign that things were about to get rough in this village. Lelouch rolled his neck around as if he was some sort of action star that just recieved a brutal attack and then shrugged it off to show how tough he was before leaving the diner.

On the outside, a light wind slowly kicked up dust, maybe rust, as the young woman was readying herself on the other side of the pathway. As she attached her mon holder to her arm and placed her deck into the slot designated for her deck, Lelouch snickered. "This is a first!" he said aloud. "I'm used to women taking thirty minutes to get ready before things get started!" The young man continued to snicker as he took out his mon holder and placed it onto his arm. Right after, he pulled out a deck of cards and placed them into the deck slot on the mon holder. "What a pretty mon holder, I hope you don't scuff it up, princess." Lelouch scowled slightly as he activated his device, causing it to light up; his opponent did the same. "Before we begin, tell me your name. I haven't gotten it yet." "It's Halston. Yours?" "Lelouch. Let's get our game on!"

"DUEL!" the two shouted in unison to signal the start of their game. They both drew five cards from their respective decks and looked at one another. "Ladies first!" Lelouch called out with a cheeky grin on his face. The young man didn't really care about the order of turns, he just wanted to see what this girl was packing in that one inch deck of hers.

"So chivalrous of you!" Halston quickly drew a card in a dramatic fashion and added to her five card hand. She surveyed her hand for a few seconds before looking up at Lelouch with a wide grin plastered on her pale face. "Fuckin- not Exodia. God damm-" "Nope. Even better," she giggled. "I'll activate THIS!" A small slot emerged from the holder, similar to an old-fashioned CD-Drive, and she placed a card inside. "The Gates of Dark World!" she called out as she placed the card into the newly-emerged slot. Whatever smirk the young man had on his face had done a complete one-eighty. Now gritting his teeth, Lelouch did his best to just wait for his opponent to end her turn without shouting any obscenities at her. Thankfully, she ended her turn with two face downs and a facedown, defense mode monster.

A card was drawn sullenly from the top of the deck that was situated in the purple mon holder. "Fucking Dark World deck? Dammit! I wish I had brought my side deck along for this bullshit." Lelouch repeatedly glanced over his hand as he tried to think of something to do. Too bad for him, his hand seemed to be utter shit. "What's wrong, Lelouch? Hand got your tongue?" A vein popped on his forehead as he tried to ignore his foe's trash talk. "Alright. I've got this, I'll-huh?" Lelouch's attention turned to the left of him. It may have seemed like he was trying to turn the attention away from the duel to mess his opponent up, but there was actually something happening.

Men in black suits and shades were walking around, going door to door with suitcases and bags, collecting something from the doors that they knocked on. There was a total of six men, all roughly about Lelouch's size in height and built like Gearfried. "Is it Halloween already?" Lelouch asked as he stared at the men and tried his best to forget about the dark world lurking on the other side of the field. His opponent looked over to her side and then quickly turned her head back. With great haste, she scooped up her cards and began walking back to the diner. "What's going on? Our duel-" "WHERE YOU GOIN' MISSY?!" one of the men in a black suit called out. "YOU KNOW IT'S TAX- I MEAN, DONATION TIME UP IN THIS BITCH! PAY UP THAT MONEY!" He opened up a bag of money and ruffled it around, the universal sign for paying up that dolla bill.
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As he hobbled away hurriedly lest Mama Nguyen recover from her wounds and come after him with a vengeance, two sturdy suits blocked his path. But he pushed past them because they were just random suits suspended from a tree branch in front of him. As he continued down the road, he came across two more suits, both sturdier than the ones before. And they had people wearing them. Lowering his head, he attempted to shuffle by discreetly without drawing attention to himself, but was halted as a thick hand clamped on his shoulder.

The man took off his sunglasses, and questioned him concernedly, "Hey kid, are you okay? You got a chunk of wood sticking out of your back... And these wounds, my god. How are you still even standing? Why don't you come with us and go see a doctor?" When Quasar remained silent, the man smiled reassuringly, kneeling down and placing his other hand on Quasar's other shoulder. "Don't worry, my insurance will cover it!"The whisper of Kay-Os as it whipped through the air was quickly dispelled by the dull thud of the mans arms, cut cleanly off at the elbows, as well as panicked screams after a moment of realization. Both men fumbled backwards, screaming: "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!" "MY ARMS, WHAT THE FUCK?! MY ARMS?!" With a flick of his wrist, Quasar sent the mans head rolling as well, croaking mockingly, "Waaaaaa, my head, my head! Will your insurance cover that?! Bitch lol." With pure malice, he punted the mans decapitated head away, before turning on the remaining suit.

The man, galvanized from his shock by the sensation of inevitable death, instantly broke down, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded with the pirate: "Please man, I got kids! I want to see my family again!" Unmoved, Quasar raised his blade. "Please, I'll do anything, please just let me live!" Sobbing uncontrollably, the man groveled brokenly on the ground. Hm. Lowering his sword, the dirty dirty boy stroked his chin thoughtfully. Anything he said? Spitting into the ground, he sneered, "How much money you got lol." Fumbling with his pockets, the man busted out some change. Quasar raised his sword once again. "Wait! Wait! What if I told you, you could find a secret treasure on this island, more valuable than any amount of beli? Would that interest you??" Hm. Lowering his sword, the dirty dirty boy stroked his chin thoughtfully, again. "You have my attention lol."

Punctuated by constant sniffling, the man continued. "B-b-back in the village, there's a girl, named Halston. She has a dog. That dog was originally the pet of a man, whose daughter was the ex-girlfriend of a man whose sister's haircomb was used for the haircut of a dog who became a hamburger. It was delicious. Oprah's best friend blogged about it." Uh... Quasar nodded, not wanting to seem like a dumbass. "Halston's dog is the key to the treasure of this island. Find Halston, find the dog, find the treasure." Hmmmm. Suspicious, Quasar questioned the man shrewdly, "So if this island treasure is so precious, and you know about it, why haven't you just taken it yet lol?" "T-t-the boss has a thing for Halston you see. He wants her to come to him, and give the present to him, he doesn't want to just take it! So what we've been doing is slowly pressuring her, forcing her to eventually give up the treasure to us, by shit like teepeeing her house, ding dong ditching her, spreading rumors, refusing to let her play Down by the Panks with us, and taxing the shit out of her! So far, it's working, she's slowly getting more and more desperate! It'll only be a matter of time before she gives it up!"

Planting his foot ontop the mans head at the end of his long-winded explaination, he ground the fellows face into the dirt as he ruminated thoughtfully. Find Halston, find her dog, find the treasure? "So where is this Halston lol?" "Nngrrghhhff." "Oh sorry lol." Removing his foot, he allowed the man to speak normally again. "She's back in the village dumbass, didn't you just hear what I said? I clearly said B-b-back in the village, holy cow." Quasar raised his sword threateningly. "M-m-my bad, I just get so angry when people don't get it the first time you know? Please forgive me." The man ground his face into the dirt once again, mumbling muffled apologies.

Smirking arrogantly, the youth declared, "Alright, let's go find this Halston then lol." The man struggled to his feet. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa lol, who said that you could get off the ground? Get on your hands and knees homie lol." "B-b-but, right now is taxing time. I-i-if we don't get back to the village soon..." Quasar stared at him coldly, pointedly. "I-I understand." Getting on his hands and knees, Quasar then plopped down squarely in the middle of the mans back. "Squeal, like a pig lol." "W-what?" "You heard me lol." "Uh, EEEEEEE! EEEE EEEEE!!!!" A content smile spread across the dirty boy's face. "Good. Now move lol!"
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Lelouch stood there, watching as multiple people that were going about their business were being stripped of their money. Even a kid who opened the door to his house was expected to give money up to the men in the suits. Though his father owned a third of the land back on his home island, none of the commoners on the islands paid any harsh taxes. It seemed pretty bad, considering how much money was being given to these people in suits, but the aristocrat was staunch to not interfere. He was not a resident of the island and none of this was any of his business, not that he'd even interfere in the first place.

The suits were fast approaching and Halston stayed in place, with an annoyed look on her face. The blackish purple-haired young man didn't say anything to her, instead, he just waited to see what would happen between her and these guys. When they got near, one man in a suit stopped in front of Halston and Lulu, two went inside of the diner and the other three continued to visit all of the other houses and establishments. "Eyo, Cabbage Guy!" Lelouch looked over his shoulder to see the man selling cabbages shelling out his cash into one of the suits' bag.

The suit that stopped in front of the duelist duo had blond hair and dark tinted shades. "Halston! Boss wants ya to reconsider hat he said," the suit said before spitting on the ground in front of Lelouch. The latter grimaced as the former snorted and moved closer to Halston. "No thanks," the girl turned toward the diner to start walking, but was quickly grabbed on the arm by the suit and brought in closer to him. "The boss knows you'll come around eventually... But for now, you know the deal." The suit opened his bag and ruffled it a little. "Pay up if you don't want to give boss what he wants." The redheaded girl looked at the pirate n white that stood next to her. "Uhm, are you just going to let him take my money?" Lelouch raised an eyebrow and started patting himself down and searching himself. "What the hell are you doing, Lelouch?" The pirate stopped searching himself and turned to the girl. "I was just looking for that tag I wear that says I'm in the business of helping random nobodies that have done nothing for me."

The girl scoffed and the suit laughed. "Hah! This guy- oh man, you new here, Laylowch? I haven't seen your face around here before." "It's Lelouch, actually, and yeah I guess you could say that. I'm just visiting this place. Actually I'm looking for a guy that plays Duel-" "That's nice," the suit interrupted. "But as long as you're here, you're paying up money to the Kirdoffs." The blonde suit moved to Lelouch's front and opened the bag. The man then looked inside the bag and then up at Lelouch before repeating the two actions. "Pfft- hahahHAHAHAHA!" The pirate dug into his pocket and then pulled out a pristine middle finger to put into the bag of money. "I hope you meet your quota with that, guy," He did his best to contain his laughter, but the situation was just to funny for him to keep it all in. Enraged by being laughed at, the man in the black suit dropped his bag and gripped the laughing white pirate by the collar. "Stop laughing and pay up before I fuck up that pretty little bishi face of yours!"

The laughing stopped and what was once a smile turned upside down. "Yeah, thought so, you little shit. You gonna pay up or will I be forced to empty your pockets for you?" "Aaaaaaaah~" Lelouch yawned in the man's face and raised his right eyebrow. "Alright, you asked for it, you fucking prick!" The suit removed his right hand from the pirate he was trying to shake down and cocked his arm and fist back a foot or three. The black-haired pirate winced and closed one eye shut while peeking out of the other eye. "It's too late now! You're getting socked, you punk bitch!" After a lick of the lips and a menacing smirk, the tanned fist of the man in the black suit started launched forward and towards the pretty violet-colored left eye of Lelouch. When the fist reached halfway, a smirk appeared on the face of the target.

Lelouch's body turned into a red, sorta hot saucey-color and a violent cyclone of similarly colored liquid lashed out, knocking away both he black suited blonde and Halston. That wasn't the end though, the red cyclone followed the blond man and hit him again, knocking him into a wall. Once again, Lelouch willed the cyclone to once again follow the suit, who was struggling to use a brick wall to prop himself up. The cyclone of red stayed in place and Lelouch walked over to the victim. That black suit was now in shreds and the man beneath it was bleeding from multiple wounds. "Are you going to say sorry to me now? You wrinkled my collar, guy." Before the questioned could muster up an answer, the cyclone rammed into him again and spun in place, forcing the victim to shout in unbelievable pain. "STOP IT! I'M SOR- AAAAHHHH!" The screams of pain alerted the other ruffians and brought them away from their "taxing".

The cyclone ceased and the victim being pummeled by it fell backwards as the wall behind him crumbled, presumably due to the force of the cyclone and the shoddy brick work. Sighing while looking down at the puddle of red liquid around his feet, leftover from the cyclone, Lelouch scratched his head. "I guess I have a stake in this now," he said as he turned to the five men that all had angry looks on their faces. The men started approaching in unison but stopped when Lelouch held his hand up with his palm facing them. Quickly, he fired large streams of purple liquid at each of the men, blasting them all backwards a few feet. Moving forwards, the pirate summoned another cyclone from the purple liquid that he had just fired and sent it over the body of each man a few times until they either fainted or died, whatever happened to them, they were quiet.

Halston ran over to Lelouch with a look of terror on her face. "What are- how could you?" The young man used his hands to straighten out both sides of his collar and sighed lightly. "So yeah- I'm here because I'm looking for this duelist guy. Rumor is that he's really strong. You know him?" he asked, ignoring her questions. "I-I-I-I think you mean Randy... His house is up over in Cango Village. But besides that, what did y- do you know w-" Lelouch turned and began walking away. "If I have time, I'll be back to duel you if you want." After watching him leave, Halston turned to look at all of the bodies lying lifeless around her. "If you're even alive in a few hours, it'll be a miracle..." the ginger girl said to herself, under her breath in a creepy, cliffhanger way.

Nearing the exit of the village, Lelouch saw some dude riding another dude. "Gay."

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Eventually, they did make it to the village. Gasping raggedly, the man looked like he had jumped into a pool with his suit on and all. Pushed to the brink, he finally couldn't take it anymore, collapsing with a final groan. Undeterred, Quasar remained seated, picking his nose leisurely as he observed their surroundings. Whistling quietly, he crooned with admiration, "Wowee." The village, or what was left with it, was covered all over the place with some goopy shit, the bodies of suited men littered the landscape like leaves in the fall. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a body being raughly hauled into a house. An elderly figure wandered out of the house, wiping her foreheard with her arm from the strenous effort. Hissing, the boy stiffened visibly, as if hoping to smother his existence with his lack of movement.

But Mama Nguyen had won Duelist Kingdom 30 years ago for a reason. A startled look crossed her face as she sighted the erect figure of Quasar seated on a the crumpled body of a suit. Squinting, she ran back into the house, and came out again, this time equipped with a pair of glasses. After much deliberation, she equipped said glasses, and recognition dawned upon her. "YOU!" "Uh oh lol." Charging towards him like a pissed off bull, the woman scooped the bodies of corpses, swinging them wildly in the air as she ran. "YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Holding his hands up, the youth proclaimed innocence. "Wait, I proclaim innocence lol!" In response, Mama crushed him with one of the bodies she was wielding, sending him flying into the cabbage cart ("Noooooooo!" screamed the Cabbage Dealer, desperately struggling with his family as they restrained him from involving himself in the mess).

Groaning disorientedly, the lowborn struggled to get to his feet, tripping over himself and cabbage balls. Lights exploded in his head again as Mama swung at him, connecting viciously and knocking him off his feet again. Curling into a fetal position, he rolled to his side, desperately trying to ward off the cannibal Chef's assault. In response, Mama just kept pounding him repeatedly with her "clubs". After about 10 minutes of this, the woman finally discarded her weapons, before hauling the broken youth bodily ito the air. "WHERE IS HALSTON?!" Trying to form words past his swollen lips, he mumbled incoherently, the only indiscernable word being the mandatory "lol" at the end. Screaming with rage, the woman lifted the boy above her head, making to spike him, but was unable to do so. Tossing him aside roughly, she crumpled to the ground, sobbing.

Not really sure what to do, he kinda wanted to just crawl away and lick his wounds. But Mama Nguyen kept peeking at him through the cracks in her fingers, increasing the volumes of her distressed cries whenever he made to leave, and just all in all being really painfully obvious that she wanted some consolation. Dragging himself over awkwardly, he patted over on the back in what he imagined was a consoling manner. "Uh, there there lol." Gasping as the woman crushed his leg with a well placed chop, he only half heard the womans screams. "GO AWAY, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Eager to oblige, he attempted to shuffle away, but was jerked backwards abruptly. Glancing over his shoulder, he noted that the edge of his pants had been pinned down by the apparently monstrously strong toes of the woman. Uh. Trying to crawl away with more urgency, his efforts were in vain, as the woman persistently held on, all while maintaining the stubborn pretense of not needing help.

After a while, he just stopped fighting, laying there silently as the woman's strained cries echoed in the air. "Did you know that Halston learned how to duel when she was only 8 years old?" Huh? Looking over his shoulder, he stared at the sniffling ancient. "Uh, that's cool lol." A warm smile spread across her face as the old woman reminisced. "Yeah, she was only 8 years old, and some 3 year old got in her face, so she totally smashed him in a duel. I was so proud of her I cooked like 3 full grown men that night." Wiping the snot from her nose, the woman continued. "She's this island's true treasure, not that... that... thing." She spat out the last word disdainfully. Really uninterested, Quasar contemplated just drawing his sword and severing his own leg off in an attempt to escape. Or maybe just decapitating himself so that he wouldn't have to listen anymore. "She deserves more than this, you know? One day she'll go far. She's too good for that man. I always tell her to leave, but she's always like, 'But Mama, if I leave who will help you saw through the bones of our victims?'. Such a sweet girl, much too good for this island." Repeating this quietly under her breath, Quasar kinda considered not going after this treasure at all.

Everybody on this island was fucking crazy. He was kinda overdosing on crazy at the moment. Ears perking as a low whine filled the air, he glanced about curiously. The whine continued, getting closer and closer. "Ah, Halston's dog! How are you doing you little rascal!" Mama Nguyen puckered her lips, making noises as she held out her arms embracingly towards the noise. And then a cat leaped out into her arms. Stroking the feline lovingly, she crooned lovingly, "Who's a good boy Halston's dog, who's a good boy! Youuuu are Halston's dog, yes you are!" Not really sure what to say, he blurted out incredously, "That's Halston's Dog lol?" Confused, the old woman answered slowly, "Yeah... why?" "Wait, I thought Halston's Dog became a hamburger?" Throwing back her head, the ancient cackled uproariously, before stating proudly, "Hahahaha! Please sonnyboy, we don't eat animals on this island." The cats purrs were the only audible thing that could be heard in ensuing silence.

Suddenly refreshed, Quasar immediately freed himself and got to his feet. This was some bullshit. Extending a hand, he commanded authoritatively, "Give me that cat." Shying away, the woman's face became a mask of suspicion, "What? No! Why?" "I'll find Halston lol." Eyes lighting up with hope momentarily, a shadow crossed her face. "How do I know you're not lying..." "Trust me, I'm a doctor lol." This was true. He had been a doctor before he was forced to take Smith in order to acquire his signature weapon. Alternating between stroking the cat and her own chin, the woman seemed torn by the inner conflict. What was more important to her: Finding Halston, or Screwing over some douchebag whipersnapper? Finally relenting, she offered the boy the cat. As he took possession of the animal, he made off, stoically marching into the distance as Halston's dog hissed and scratched furiously.

"Wait!" Halting, he looked over his shoulder back to the woman whose hands were clenched, as if in prayer. "Why are you doing this? What are you fighting for?" Smirking, he whispered, "I do what I want, lol." ("WHAT? I can't hear you, speak up!") Turning around, he continued down the path. ("Hey wait! You got some toilet paper stuck to your shoe! Where are you even going, Halston left in the other direction?!")
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Ignoring the homosexual piggyback ride that he had witnessed earlier and moving on, Lelouch treaded the brownish-red road that lay beyond the village gates. The grass that grew on the island didn't seem to be too healthy to the pirate, it grew short and looked a sickly greenish-brown, sickly for greenery that is. The trees were sickly too; thin, short and covered in thin red leaves that were quite dull in color. "Not even my poison can degrade this island any further..." the young man commented, looking around at all of the dry, stale, not-so-greenery. He could see housings and other small structures coming into sight in the distance.

*Ruck Ruck Ruck* The aristocratic pirate could hear some blades of grass rustling from behind a nearby tree. He assume that it was just some restless and frisky animals going at it or something. While he was no expert on the local fauna, hell, he didn't even know what the local fauna were, the weather didn't seem all to bad for animals to start looking for and finding mates. As the pirate walked further along the dirt road, he realized that the sound was following him, or whatever was making the sound. *Ruck Ruck Ruck* Fed up with the animal following him, Lelouch picked up a stone and tossed it behind the tree he assumed the animal was behind with a rather weak pitch.

*RUCK RUCK*

A medium-sized bird fled from behind the tree and rocketed toward Lelouch, who narrowly sidestepped the bird. The bird was red and color, even its beak was red, and stood at about two feet tall. After reeling back from its missed tackle attack, it landed and stared at the man in white annoyedly. Lelouch stared back at it, though his stare was more to try to figure out what the fuck that thing was. It wasn't a cardinal, and he had no idea of the other species of red colored birds were. "Whatever," the pirate declared, now done with the bird. As soon as he turned to leave the bird rushed his right leg and took a few pecks at it. Reacting quickly, the aristocrat kicked his leg backwards, like a horse, and hit the bird with some sort of foot-uppercut."You dare peck me, you fool?" There was a very angry tone in his voice that made the bird back up a few steps. "Yeah, you better be fucking scared," he said as his right arm started dripping with poison.

The purple arm of poison was cocked back as Lelouch measured the distance between him and the bird so that he could melt the fucker's eyes out. "Rodney!" someone called out, to whom Lelouch assumed was him. Upon hearing the call, he stopped producing poison on his arm and turned around. "My name isn't-" the red colored bird zipped past the white-clothed pirate and into the arms of the person who called. "Oh. The bird is Rodney." The person, now carrying the bird in his arms, walked up to young man who was about to blind the bird and bowed. "Thanks for findin' him! I would have lost my job if you hadn't! I'm Jeremy, by the way." Shrugging off the thanks, he went straight to questioning. "What kind of bird is that? I've never seen it before." Stroking the bird, Jeremy smiled. "Oh, you're not from around these parts, I take it? This is a red bird. Native to this island. We train them for deliveries and such." Lelouch noted the information and began moving on towards the village with Jeremy and Rodney close behind.

During the walk, the pirate learned more about redbirds than he personally wanted to know. "I'm one of Roger T. Adonis' apprentices. I'm not as good as him at training redbirds, but I-" "Who is Roger- forget that. I'm looking for a guy named Randy. Do you know him?" Jeremy silenced himself while he cycled through his head for the information Lelouch was looking for. "Yes. he lives in this village, but... I think that he's at work-" *RUCK* The bird wriggled its way from the young man's arms and zipped off hurriedly. "Dangit! Sorry, I gotta chase him. See ya around..." "Lelouch." "Yeah, see ya around Lelouch!" After spectating the redbird outsmart the guy for a few seconds, the pirate decided to try and find someone who he could procure information from.

The setting of this village seemed to be a copy and paste job of the previous, just scaled down a bit. To his immediate left was a general store, or at least that's what the sign said. Shopkeepers always had information, interacting with nearly everyone, they were the primary source of information for any sleuth or busybody. Venturing into the store, Lelouch was greeted by a familiar sight. There was a rather tall man in a black suit holding a suit case. The suitcase was opened and the opening was angled toward the shopkeeper behind the counter. "C'mon old man, I don't have all day. The Kirdoffs need your money for the good of the island." The pirate raised an eyebrow as he watched the shopkeeper in a green apron empty the contents of the register into the suitcase. Noticing Lelouch as he walked in, the man looked at Lelouch with a grin. "More donations? How kind of you?" The pirate scoffed at the remark. "Donation? This looks more like an unsolicited shakedown." "The fuck are you tryna say, pretty boy?" The large man in the suit asked as he took off his glasses. "Notto disu shitto agen."

Sighing, the young aristocrat started flicked purple sludge into the suited man's eyes, causing him to stumble backwards out of surprise. "What the fuck is this- AH! IT FUCKING BURNS!" the large thug shouted as he clutched the upper portion of his face. Looking around, the man realized his site was going wonky and his eyes were bleeding purple. He hadn't even realized Lelouch had gotten closer and ordered the shopkeeper to take his money back. "The door is straight ahead if you are finished." The thug hurried past the white-clad young man who had just assaulted him. "Wait! You forgot your suitcase!" Lelouch shouted out sarcastically as he held up the black suitcase which now had a large hole in it and was dripping with purple goop. "Oh wait, you can't see..."

With the thug out of the way it was time to get down to business. "I'm looking for this guy named Randy. You know-" "What the fuck were you thinking!? I don't know where you're from or who you are, but around here, you DO NOT FUCK WITH THE KIRDOFFS!" Lelouch noted the genuine fear in the man's eyes as he placed the recovered money to the side instead of back into the register. "They'll be back. And in numbers with more force. I hope you enjoyed your life up until this point..." The pirate made a not-too-impressed face before continuing on with his questioning. "So... Randy..."



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The entity only came into shape as the homeless nerd that had spawned it left, but as it stood on two legs composed entirely of dust, their shared resemblance was unmistakable.

“where you going lol?” Quasar’s dirt called out, only a being composed entirely of poor hygiene was not quite capable of raising its voice. That it could mumble at all was a miracle in itself.

Awkwardly it stumbled after its creator.
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Shortly after his cool departure, he had promptly lost control of the unruly feline known as Halston's dog. Despite the fact that the creature was a bit on the heavier side of the scale, having enjoyed a relatively luxurious diet of human flesh and crack cocaine, neither served to dull the cat's natural wiliness. Crashing the top of a dune, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the cat staring back at him condescendingly through it's lazy eye. It may have been his imagination, but for a second, he could have sworn the cat smirked, and called out tauntingly, "Biiiiitch." Hate boiled within his stomach, pulsed throughout his body, surged into every single cell in his body. The hiss of his blade as it whipped through the air paled in comparison to the mocking whines of the kitty cat as it darted away. Slashing indiscriminately, as red and white powder rained about him, he threw back his head and screeched to the heavens, "NNNNNRRRRGGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH (lol)!"

Continuing his chase, he romped over the hill and found himself spectating an odd sight. Parked randomly in the middle of the area was a large reptilian creature, with an obnoxiously long head, and 3 obnoxiously short stubby horns protruding from its face. For some reason or another, the creature was bespectacled, and even more incredulously, equipped with a rather stretched looking maid outform. Wait, he had heard about this kind of creature before, back when he had done that teacher so fkin hard m8!! "Dinosaur, lol?" mumbled the lowborn uncertainly. The dinosaur stared curiously at Halston's dog, the fat cat returning its gaze. And then suddenly, the feline pounched, leaping into the monster's face hips thrusting furiously as the monster maid reared back its face in shock, the air alternating between the cats triumphant whines and the reptilian maids submissive grunts. Galvanized into action through sheer horror, he surged forward, screaming, "STOP, STOP, STOP LOL!" Wrapping his arms around the cat, he attempted to pry the cat off the monster's face, but the creature hung gamely on.

Irritated beyond all belief, he abandoned his attempts to pull Halston's dog off the dinosaur's face, took a step back, drew his sword, and inhaled deeply, almost apologetically as he braced himself. The dull thud of the cat landing flat on its back could be heard. "Nyaa?" The cat glanced at each of its severed paw stumps in turn, eyes popping wide as if it couldn't believe this was happening. Then its eyes rolled back into its head and the creature slumped heavily into the dirt, mercifully unconscious. Sighing, Quasar clucked his tongue reprimandingly, cradling the creature into his arms. Continuing along his way, the low and heavy breathing of the dinosaur filled the air. Glancing over his shoulder, he peed himself a little bit as he noted that the monster was pawing angrily at the ground, its eyes little pin points of red fury. With a deafening roar, the monster lunged forward, rust spraying in the air as it whipped its head back and forth intimidatingly.

Unfortunately, the creature was not particularly fast. Scratching his head as the dinosaur charged him, in what it imagined in its mind was a terrifying pace, he approached the creature smoothly, before leveraging himself off the dinosaur's foremost horn and onto it's neck. The dinosaur skidded to a halt, shaking its head in confusion. "Aruu?" Shrugging, the monster reared its head, snorting deeply. "Aruuu!" Bellowing mightily as it located it's master's scent, the dinosaur maid romped off in that direction, the lowborn swordsman in tow on it's back.
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"You... You think it's cool- to be crazy, I say: you're born rich, stay rich, there is no point in taking chances~ And me, I wouldn't call it a sophomore- Wait what." The shopkeeper was so fucking boring the aristocrat began reciting song lyrics to himself in his head. The lyrics happened to be from a song of one of the bands that his triceratops liked to listen to. If she did one thing right, it was knowing good music when she heard it. Joining back in with reality, Lelouch rubbed his eyes and then tried gazing at the multiple items on the shelf behind the shopkeeper to keep himself from falling back into another day dream. While fighting a yawn with all of his twenty-four strength, he tuned back into what little information the shopkeeper was divulging.

"-and that was how me and Randy discovered a blue Redbird. Interesting, right?" Lelouch's eyes brightened up and his eyebrows hiked up an inch. This was what he usually did when his mom was telling him stuff that he didn't care about, but pretended to anyways. "So interesting! I especially enjoyed the part about the bird being blue." Now a bit enamored with the youth that he assumed was greatly enjoying his tales, the shopkeeper sighed and looked at the young man sincerely. "I really hope nothing happens to you. You seem like good kid... but those Kirdoffs... Anyway, Randy, right? If you leave here, he's at the house directly at the end if you travel right. The last house on this side." The young man in white smiled legitimately this time, glad that he was done with this goober. "Great. I'll see you around then." With the information in his figurative pocket, Lelouch headed to exit the shop and enter a world of confrontation.

"WAIT!" The shopkeeper called out to the aristocrat before he had managed to place his hand upon the knob. "How stupid of me! It totally slipped my mind that Randy had to work today." After a heavy sigh, he walked back over to the shopkeeper and looked the man behind the counter dead in the eyes with his own, irritated violets. "Where is he? And by that, I mean: Where is he at this very moment?" Lelouch tried to contain the annoyed tone in his voice as he asked the shopkeeper about Randy's whereabouts. "Don't worry," the shopkeep started "he should be down over at the Smelting Plant. He's a factory worker and works the plant during the days and helps me with odd jobs in the evenings."

Lelouch, weary of walking a great distance to get to this Smelting Plant, rubbed his brow and leaned forward on the counter a few degrees."Where is this smelting plant? Is it nearby?" If nearby, one would already be able to hear the tiredness in his voice. backtracking, especially over long distances, was one of the things that the aristocrat severely hated. "It is far, being on the southeastern part of the island-" "UGH!" the pirate blurted out like an annoyed high school girl, exhausting most of the air in his lungs. "Yeah, I know. It seems long, but if you go through the Rust Pit, there'll be tram cars and paths to take you there in a jiffy." Nodding, he turned to leave the store for good this time, heading toward a world of confrontation.

A pale hand grabbed the doorknob and twisting it. He pushed forward, opening the door and letting the light into the small store. On the outside, there were a multitude of men in black suits just gathered around with their weapons and looking thuggish. With the door open and Lelouch in full view in his white getup, most of the eyes turned to him. "Was he wearing all white?" One thug asked the one who had had his eyes assaulted by acidic poison. "Yeah, that's the rat bastard!" the victimized thug hollered out while staring in the wrong direction. Lelouch honestly thought about taking a few steps back and closing the door, hoping that they would just think that he disappeared like a baby playing peekaboo with an adult. Unfortunately, since the shopkeeper was kind enough to give him information on Randy's whereabouts, he couldn't just use his store as a diversion. There was no other choice, he had to fight these pricks.

With slouched shoulders and sluggish steps, the young man in white moved forward, closing the door to the shop behind him. He raised his fists to a few centimeters below his chin, with the right one held a little more forward. This was some sort of fighting stance, at least to Lelouch this counted as a fighting stance. His feet didn't have any sort of solid footing, legs were in an upright position and his shoulders were still slouched. Not only was his stance pathetic, the face that the aristocrat wore was quite lackluster too; his eyes were focused on the exit behind the men and the scowl on his face showed his general disinterest with this situation. "So, yeah... Let's do this- fight thing." To show that he was more than ready to engage in fisticuffs, the young man in white began to slowly rock his fists back and forth.

A purple liquid started secreting from Lelouch's forearms and dripped to the ground beneath, creating a sizzling sound after each drop hit the ground. The men in suits gave the weird, purple liquid an odd glance, but figured they had strength in numbers and began moving in on the aristocrat. Each man did something with their weapon, either hitting it against their free hand or doing test swings in the air, they all tried to look as tough as they possibly could before attacking.

Very small tremors shook the ground, though none of the men opposite Lelouch seemed to notice anything at first. "Is that- it has to be..." He smirked as the tremors drew nearer and the men in the suits began to notice. "It looks like I won't have to waste my strength on you brutes after all," the young man said as he lowered his 'dukes' and stopped producing the purple from his arms. "The fuck you talkin' 'bout, kid? You gonna let us clobber you?" Not saying a word, the aristocrat simply pointed to the left.
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"daddy, come back lol."

The dust had lost much of its shape whilst pursuing the dirty boy it had fallen from. Onlookers stood back as the flowing cloud of molecules drifted along avenues, a blurred face struggling to sustain itself at the very point of the chase.

It paused as the pathway opened up onto a larger street, spying Quasar at once upon the back of a dinosaur in a crowd and feeling betrayed.

“daddy why lol?”

If dusty abominations could cry, this one surely would have shed a river. Only an overwhelming need for revenge prevented it from falling into nothingness from grief.

“daddiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lol!” The voice of the animated dust shrieked as it formed into a giant fist and launched itself at the crowd.
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The joyous roars of the dinosaur maid as it sensed the presence of its master filled the air. The suits could only watch through tinted lens as the monstrous creature approached them at... decent speed. It was somewhat similar to if a car tried to run you over, at about 30 mph. But suddenly, deranged nonsensical music began whining in the air. The monster skidded to a halt, its head swiveling about curiously as it listened to the music. Bellowing suddenly, the dinosaur began bobbing its horned head to the beat, shuffling about heavily. The deer in the headlights syndrome wore off, as the suits stared at the dancing dinosaur. Pawing at their weapons uncertainly, the sight of dancing dinosaur was just too irresistible. Squealing in unison, they all clasped hands and began skipping together, crying out, "Uwaaaahhh, so kawaii~!!!" Forming a ring around the creature, they all danced to the beat.

And then they all got hit by a massive wave of sand.

Groaning disorientedly as they all clambered about, the suits suddenly noticed him, jabbing fingers accusingly, "Yo what the fuck? Why you do that? You some kinda freak bro?" Huddling together, they began whispering out of the side of their mouths, glancing over at him suspiciously every now and then. Finally, after several minutes of discussion, one suit came forward, and questioned warily, "Yo bro, you a logia bro?" One suit immediately rushed forward and pulled back his comrade, hissing audibly, "Yo Regi, you can't just ask him like that, you need to be more tactful!" "Yo bro, don't tell me what to do bro." One of the larger suits came forward, a towering man, and mumbled something incoherently. Regi nodded his head. "You're right Dyrus. We should approach this situation with some more tact." And then a scrawny little suit in the back leaped up and began whirling his hand, shouting, "T! S! M! T! S! M!" The chant quickly caught on as villagers and suits alike gathered around, in spite of the massive sand wave that had just crushed them all, whooping loudly and chanting wildly.

"Yo bro, just cause you're logia doesn't mean you have a right to do that shit. We can't let this go, bro! It's time to duel bro!" In unison, the squad flexed their arms, the whirring of gears filling the air as the devices, much like the one strapped to Lelouch's arm, activated. Quasar just stared dumbfounded, unable to muster even the slightest "lol", much less any significant dialogue. Regi made the first move, aggressively declaring his moves. "Draw Phase! Standby Phase! Main Phase 1!" Looking back at his teammates, he conversed some more, probably strategizing what the next best move to make would be. Apparently, it didn't really matter. Throwing back his head, he declared, "BAYLIFE!" and then continued. "I aggressively summon 1 Hieratic Dragon of Gebe in ATTACK MODE! And then I aggressively set two cards facedown in the spell/trap zone, bro." The corner of his lips twitched smirkingly. "Your move, bro."

Uh... "Fuck this shit, lol." Darting forward he drew his sword, thrusting his sword at the duelist, but was unfortunately parried by the man's dueling disk. Reginald fell backwards, before scrambling to his feet and stuttering hysterically in surprise, "Y-Y-YO WHAT THE FUCK BRO? THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES BRO!" Dyrus dragged himself forward, jabbing his finger angrily at the man while making a bunch of really low mumbling noises. Regi nodded his head in agreement, yelling, "You're right Dyrus! Let's fuck him up!" Flexing their arms in unison once again, Dyrus began placing down his cards, while Regi obligatory narrated: "Dyrus says he draws a card, and then puts 2 cards, face down, in the spell trap zone." His already frail eyebrows seemed to dissappear as Regi's face twisted into a confident smirk once again. "Your move, bro." But then a mask of concern passed as he stared at the lowborn once again. "Yo bro, you know you got a piece of wood stuck in your back bro?"

"BRO THATS SO FUCKING AWESOME. THAT'S LIKE ULTIMATE BAYLIFE, GIVE ME SOME!" Marching forward with a hand in the air, as if expecting a high five, Regi never got that high five, as the upper half of his body slumped into the sandy ground, his legs remaining upright. "Woo..." whistled one of the spectators admiringly. The scrawny little suit screeched, "TSM!" before rallying the rest of the suits in a charge against the dirty boy. Several seconds later... Quasar whipped his sword disdainfully into the air, as if dispelling white dust like it was the taint of the ones he had cut down. Glancing about at the remains of all the suits around him, he spat condescendingly, "Fucking nerds lol."

Glancing at the regal looking youth standing nearby, he noted that he was similarly equipped as the suits he had just dealt with. More importantly, he had the same nerdy air as them. Brandishing his sword, he drawled lazily, "You want some too pussy lol?"
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Chiisu had a bit of a knack for getting bored while alone on the ship and venturing out to find Lelouch and bothering. He had no idea how she did it each time, considering her terrible sense of vision. This time she seemed to have brought a friend along with her. "How cute, she's making little friends." After appearing, a familiar sound ravaged the airspace, confusing and maybe assaulting the airs of anyone without the slightest hint of good taste in music. After they had formed a ring around his pet dinosaur and began dancing, the aristocratic young man didn't know if they genuinely liked the music or if they were just infatuated with the triceratops' cuteness. It was odd. Odd like a big, hairy black man liking Vampire Weekend and Final Fantasy.

Nevertheless, their good times came to an end when sand began... punching the men one by one. The white-clad pirate turned his head to the one in charge of the sand and inspected him momentarily. This person was wearing an orange and red hoodie and brown shorts, it was a bit pedestrian, but Lelouch didn't care about that, he was more concerned with the ability that the man, or woman as he wasn't quite sure, was displaying. After a few more thugs got clobbered, Lelouch yawned and turned around and entered back into the store.

"Back so soon?" The pirate silently nodded as he entered into one of the aisles and began perusing the items that were for sell. "Excuse me," he said aloud to gain the shopkeeper's attention. "Do you have any peanuts?" the young man asked while glancing at the assortment of chocolates and candies on the shelves in front of him. "Yeah, in the aisle behind you." Lulu nodded and exited the aisle that he was currently in to enter into the aisle behind him. There they were, multiple peanut products stacked neatly on the shelf. There was only one brand that he preferred: Farmer's Peanuts. Grabbing two tins of the product, he turned to exit the aisle, but was distracted by something that caught his eye.

On the shelf opposite of the peanuts, there were a multitude of magazines. Each magazine's cover featured a scantily clad woman in a rather erotic pose. The aristocrat's cheeks began to develop a red hue as he quickly whipped his head to see if the shopkeeper was looking. He wasn't. Using all eighty points of his accuracy, Lelouch cycled through the magazine covers with his eyes furiously. The three that were picked up were the ones with the most appealing women on the covers. There was a magazine with a muscular, redheaded man posing on he cover, Female's Bounty Hunter Weekly. According to the print, his name was Caelum Colasour. The pirate considered buying the magazine for his triceratops, but didn't want to look gay and have an awkward conversation with the shopkeeper.

"Will that be all?" A simple nod was given in response. The combined price of the items was seventeen hundred beli. Lelouch plopped down a dub and told the shopkeeper to keep the change. Grabbing his bag of items, he left the store and entered back into the outside.

Things seemed to be mostly done among the thugs and the two random people that showed up. Sand was here, there and scattered about everywhere. So were a few limbs. Two questions were posed to Lelouch and at severely different volumes. Shrugging, Lelouch motioned his pet dinosaur over with some wriggling of the fingers as he answered the lower volumed question. "No, I'm quite alright and I have things to do." He left the louder question hanging as his dinosaur caught wind of him. Knowing what was up, she quickly ran over to him and began brushing the side of her scaly had up against his abdomen. The owner of the dinosaur popped open a can of the peanuts that he had just purchased and grabbed a handful before tossing them into his dinosaur's mouth. Thinking back on the question asked by the one in the hoodie, Lelouch thought to throw him off of the trail with a slight diversion.

Pointing to the... let's be honest, sorta homeless-looking man, Lelouch turned his head to the one in the hoodie and began to answer the question that he had shouted. "I think I heard that dirty guy talking about him and some guy named Randy engaging in less than reputable activities this morning." After planting the seed to another confrontation, Lelouch threw a few more peanuts into his pet's mouth before hopping on her back. "To the end of this row of houses, Chiisu!" With a speed that was less than stellar, Chiisu began walking forward. "I hope you find what you're looking for, guy.(lol)" He said to the person in the hoodie. "Cool powers, by the way."

Chiisu stopped suddenly. Her head began whipping around violently, as if there was something more interesting than Lelouch's command around. "What are you doing? I told you to go to the end of the row of houses!" The triceratops began bopping her head and shaking her body with great circular motions, throwing Lelouch off and into some sand. His adult magazines and a few dozen peanuts littered the ground "What's gotten into- oh no!"

The blaring sound of a keyboard and xylophones filled the air with happy and upbeat melodies.

"If there's one thing I could never confess... It's that I can't dance a single step..."
"IT'S YOU! IT'S ME! AND THERE'S DANCING!"


Lelouch sighed heavily and looked down toward Randy's house. He then looked at his dancing dinosaur, who didn't seem to give two fucks about anything other than the roaring music. "I guess... I have to walk on my own..." the aristocrat weakly voiced as he picked himself up and began moving forward.
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