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That was the funny thing about being dead. In life you got used to certain things; technology and modern inventions like firearms. They were a part of your life and you never once thought about how they worked. Now, with no machines and computers, they were all relying on their memories and the scrapes of trivia that they knew in order to reinvent the most basic of things. An automatic pistol would have been nice right about now, as would have a good cup of coffee…

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Conveniences; [intro, open~]
Topic Started: Jul 9 2010, 12:13 AM (500 Views)
Aggy
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The panic after Wrath's attack has died down and with it his services it seemed. Even if the situation hadn't been fixed completely, they at least had it under control for now. Though having all the work on repairs he knew about completed left Aggy all to his own; to become the ghost of the Grandeur once more. Aggy hated that fact for how true it was. It was like he wasn't a part of the Lost Souls at all until he was needed specifically. He'd even jotted down and planned on testing the idea of whether he'd be noticed missing if he were to leave the hotel and it's fence for longer then the appointed hours. But Aggy knew his place; knew he was, in fact, needed. And he loved what he did, so for now he'd stick with those smaller mundane tasks.

Those goggles came off, followed quickly by the wrench he'd had shoved between the belt at his hips, and Aggy sighed as he moved to wash his hands. He needed to find something else to do, else he'd just keep wasting valuable material in lame inventions like the one currently sitting on his work bench.

The walk towards the fence was a lazy one. A slow shuffling of feet as he saw himself to his little post in the shade and slid to the ground. Another day to be wasted on watching the dead terrain; and Aggy couldn't help the dry chuckle and shake of his head. Who knew, maybe something interesting could come round today. He doubted it though, and with an unenthusiastic sigh went back to nibbling on the apple he'd brought along.
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Miyavi
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He'd found the perfect place. Well hidden, very few wanderers if any, and not to mention it had that evil aura about it that could freak out even the darkest of demons. Miyavi was happy. At that moment he was walking briskly towards the Lost Soul he had seen a few times while he had been watching the Grandeur.

Miyavi was always watching the streets from above. He wanted to know what everyone had, and what everyone was capable of. With that information stored in his head he could formulate a plan in which he could gain what he had not, and this was one of those plans. It was THE plan.

He had big expectations from the outcome, and at the moment he was still in the sketching part of the operation, but all the largest paintings started from a simple splodge. He steered round a corner roughly, as Lost Souls scattered about him, giving him the eye as he walked by, clearly not approving the presence of a Sin in their domain. Miyavi shrugged it off. That was not his problem.

He froze, and let a smirk settle onto his lips. His eyes were already focused onto his prey. The mechanic, adorned with the usual dreads he seemed so fond of. He had an apple in hand apparently, and was currently shuffling outside of his domain which was surrounded by a fence of sorts.

Hmm... it would have been better had he been able to make a flashier entrance, but this will have to do...

He made his way round the fence unnoticed, and swiftly climbed silently up the thing, and after arriving at the top, he took a quick look around, and cleverly lept his way onto the building inside. Clinging to the edge of a windowsill, he spotted a pipe leading downwards. He had always wanted to do that.

In seconds he had grabbed onto the pipe, and silently slid down onto the ground.

He looked around for the mechanic and spotted him still in the same spot he had seen him earlier, and he was clearly none the wiser that Envy had made his way in.

Smiling, he hopped his way silently behind the other, and decided to convey one of his cleverer lines to the other...

"Boo."
Edited by Miyavi, Jul 17 2010, 06:43 AM.
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Aggy
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Something wasn't right. The air around him turned thicker; darker. Aggy could almost feel it, though damned if he could figure out just what that something was as he turned suspicious eyes to his surroundings for what felt like the millionth time in the last minute. It had him uneasy, but not enough to deter him from his habit and need as he scribbled down the best explanation to the feeling.

He'd have been better of if it had though, he was sure; because before he could even register what was going on, Aggy was stumbling to his feet in a panicked rush. Wide eyes focused on the figure who's voice had just freaked the shit out of him. His notepad lied all but forgotten as the gear head tried calming his racing heart enough for his mind to catch up with the situation; who the man was, what the man was. How he'd gotten inside the fence without alerting the others on watch, and most importantly why.

"You're not supposed to be here."

Those words were nothing more then a jumbled mess. A lame attempt at authority as Aggy fidgeted and tried straightening himself in front of the creature. How he knew the man in front of him was not human, Aggy didn't know. But something about him didn't quite shout 'human'. And without a doubt; even the attempt had no chance of convincing the demon. He was unarmed. Lacked the knowledge for hand to hand combat, and was no where near enough to the alarm's trigger. And Aggy cursed himself mentally for it all as his unsteady footing carried him further backwards; willing his comrades to notice something amiss and alarm the rest of the Lost Souls.
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Just a step away from Hell...
He'd fallen off a building. Big fucking deal.

Actually, no, it was a big fucking deal because he was still standing and still able to move and function and deep down, Hazuki knew that that was all just wrong. Tumble off a building and be back on your feet within twenty four hours; that was something that a demon was capable of.

Hazuki's mind stopped at that. He didn't want to know, didn't want to have his thoughts wandering that way. He was lucky. Yes, that was a better explanation. He had been lucky, landed well and that was why he wasn't as close to being dead as he honestly should be. There was nothing demonic about him. Not in the slightest.

That was his new mantra.

It was while repeating that to himself and heading to the ground floor that Hazuki saw it. Just a flash of colour out through the window but it was bright and obnoxious enough to catch his attention.

What the fuck was that?

Looking back out the window, Hazuki did a double take as he eyed the colourful monstrosity that was currently shimming down one of The Grandeur's drain pipes like a dirty two cent whore. There was a part of him that didn't believe what he was seeing and that large part of him actually just wanted to walk on by and ignore the whole thing like it was some bad dream.

What the fuck was that multi coloured shit doing hanging around his hotel?

God, Hazuki thought, completely out of the blue, I want that hair.

Then it hit him. No, he didn't want that hair. It was actually fucking ugly as all shit. There was no way in hell that he ever wanted to be caught dead with that multicoloured road kill on his head. It was all shades of decaying; blue, black and slightly grey. It looked like vomit thrown up six times and then run over by a dump truck.

Wait. There was an explanation for this. Yes...

Envy.

That was the only thing that could explain the strange sense of want that welled up inside of him while he looked at the horrible fashion sense of the cheap looking man. It was nothing more than the push of some over frenzied demon's craving. Then again, as he had proven with Wraith, that shit didn't tend to work on him all too well and now, more then ever, Hazuki was thankful for it. God. That hair. It was offensive.

Mother fucker!

Mother fucking fucker! There was daring, there was brash, and then there was scaling a six-foot fence in outrageously fluorescent colours and assuming you wouldn't be spotted, and Hazuki personally liked to label that stupidity.

That had Hazuki moving. Taking the steps three at a time, he legged it to the ground level and out into the foyer. The place still looked like a homeless shelter, with people sprawled out on tables and floorboards, still covered in soot and seeping wounds. It was a bloody mess for a hospital, but right now there was little else that they could do.

Pushing his fingers in between his lips, Hazuki let out a loud, ear piercing whistle. As all eyes slowly turned towards him, Hazuki all but glared his wounded troops down. “Everybody up!' he commanded. “I want you all in the back rooms. Those of you who can walk, help those that can't and you!” Hazuki said, singling out one of the less deathly looking patients, “You have a minute to get to the roof and get that alarm ringing.”

It may have been harsh, but right now Hazuki didn't care. The last thing he needed was some envy fuelled panic to spread around the weakened, defeated souls of the hotel.

“MOVE!” Hazuki yelled, his face scrunching into a snarl as he b-lined for the cabinet that held some emergency weapons. Yanking the doors open, he grabbed out his sai, spinning them once before tucking them into the back loops of his belt. He could hear the sounds of footsteps and moving bodies, groaning men and the scrap of metal against the floor as chairs and tables were moved. Good. Eyes skimming over the other items, he reached for a small, overly modified crossbow. It wasn't as good as the rapid fire monstrosity that one of the gear heads had made him, but it would do. Before slamming the doors closed he shoved five bolts into the top of his left boot and clicked one into the slide after cranking the wire back onto the trigger.

Throwing open the large doors to the hotel, Hazuki strolled out into the yard, kicking the door closed behind him. He could sneak up on them and play the part of the ninja but fuck that. This was his home and subtly had never really been his thing.

So he made no effort to be sneaky. Then again, he seemed to walk quieter these days, like a cat stalking their prey so there was a part of him that wasn't overly surprised when he reached the back of the sin without the demon turning on him.

Perfect.

Grabbing the sin by the back of the neck, Hazuki dragged him backwards while lifting his right knee and sending it into the others side. There was a slight crunching sound at the impact but Hazuki paid it no attention. Hurting the demons of the afterlife didn't bother him in the slightest. Yanking even harder, Hazuki side stepped and threw the creature off balance, all by hurling him face first into the fence. Moving quickly, Hazuki stepped in close, flattening the sin against the wire while raising his crossbow.

“Boo,” Hazuki said as he levelled the tip of the bolt at the back of the Sins head. “Now what the fuck are you doing here and give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now.”

As soon as the words left Hazuki's mouth he regretted them. He shouldn't have asked questions really. Shoot first then grill the demons later. If there was one thing that he had learnt from Wrath's attacks, that was that he needed to get tougher. No more of this cowering in the dark and keeping themselves dug in their crumbling stronghold. From now on, if a sin or a virtue wanted to just pop up in Hazuki's home, then he would be there, ready and waiting. Envy was just the start. The warning card. He got the chance to explain himself but, Hazuki vowed, from this day forward any one of those fuckers who dared to enter here or the Shanty Town behind would pay.

Hazuki would be there to kick their skulking demonic asses straight back out and all the way back to bloody hell if possible.

“You have three seconds to run or explain,” Hazuki offered. “One,” he said while tightening his grip on the crossbow trigger. “Two,” he added as he shoved the tip of it in under the man's throat. With a sardonic grin, Hazuki repositioned his feet and braced his arm, preparing for the kick back of the fire even as his lips slowly started to mouth that third number.


((Mod: Heed Hazuki's words. Sins should not be in there. It is also not that easy to just jump over the fence and tap around either. They are well established, they have good security, they have guards and alarms that do do their job. The Lost Souls wouldn't still be there and alive if every sin could just jump on over the fence. They wouldn't just stand back while a sin walked past and looked confused. Remember, Hazuki does have an army happening over here and they fucking hate the sins and the virtues; they are out for blood.

If you want to stalk Lost Souls, then work it out so that it happens outside of the hotel, on the streets. Or do what Wraith did and attack in numbers. So get Miyavi out of there quick or I will personally kick his ass in a way that will have him out of action for weeks.))


Edited by Hazuki, Jul 15 2010, 10:59 PM.
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One minute he was advancing onto the fallen mechanic hoping to talk to him the next thing he knew he felt pain, a sudden hold around his neck, and someone yelling.

A few seconds later he heard the harsh voice threatening him. Oddly enough Miyavi was feeling quite calm apart from the constant 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck' he was chanting in his head. He opened his eyes only to catch a glimpse of Hazuki's face inches away from the back of his own neck. Wow. That fucker spotted him fast. And how was he still alive??? Had he not fallen of a building?

Whatever had happened, he was behind him now pointing a flipping thingy at him which did not look at all that friendly. The other was not one to mess around with, Miyavi had seen Wrath after his ''raid''. It had not ended pretty for the both of them. Well right now there was not much time to ponder on what had happened, and it was more the time to focus on how to LEAVE. He tried to pry himself from the other's grip, but all that led to was a poke of the thingy against his neck.

"Hey... that's very cheap of you to use my line!" Miyavi smirked. He hated being made a fool of. Just because the other had him up against a fence doesn't mean he had the right to mock him. He could feel his pride welling up, but he had to control himself. He was not in a position to let his pride rise to his head.

His smirk still settled onto his lips, he allowed the other to finish his rant.

"Relax... I'm not here to make trouble. I only need a favor from dready here", he told the man as he pointed at the utterly confused gearhead. That got him nowhere apart from the other growling 'ONE' in response. Miyavi sighed. He had to move or he was gonna end up pretty blooded... and he didn't feel like washing blood from his clothes.

"And how am I supposed to leave when you have me plastered against the fence?" He complained, his sense of fear clearly non existent. Again, this earned him nothing but a yell of 'TWO', from the other. Clearly the other was quite hard to distract. Well... he had to use his last resort.

Miyavi quickly swept aside the piece of junk the other called a weapon away from his neck and instantly planted a rough kiss on the other's lips, catching the other off guard. That slick moment of distraction was enough for Miyavi to smoothly make his was up the fence again weaving left and right on his way up just in case the other decided to start shooting.

As one he arrived at the top of the fence, he felt a sudden breeze beside him as on of the shots by the other missed him by millimeters. At that moment he felt a rush of panic, and quickly took a look at his shirt, and sighed. No damage done to it... good. And with that problem out of the way he quickly climbed back down, leaping completely off the fence as he was about four feet of the ground.

"Happy now Mr. Prissy?" he spat at Hazuki as he dusted himself. "Can I now please just talk to Sir Apple over there??" As he said that he dodged another shot from the other. That wooden contraption was getting on his nerves.
Edited by Miyavi, Jul 23 2010, 01:17 AM.
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