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"Your fear is music to me...~" [[ Roleplay blog for Gunji from Togainu no Chi! Affiliated with Citta-Alveare! ]] ~ Please read guidelines before following! ~

[avariciouslust]

@astralxclocktower

{ ✂~ }        Oh, it felt good to have his babies back. The sound the metal claws made as they were dragged against the cold brick walls of the Ghetto’s alleyways was music to his ears. Gunji looked behind him at the scratches he’d left behind him, a dark chuckle escaping his mouth, abnormally long tongue flitting from pale lips as he made his way around, as though he was the most feared individual there. 

Which he wasn’t. But he could think so if he felt like it.

Passing round a corner was where he saw her. Something about this woman before him screamed deadly. And he liked it. Her outfit made her look this way, at least to him. But Gunji wasn’t scared. Oh no. Not at all. In fact, a challenge like this? With his babies in his possession...?

After all, since he got his claws back, it was in his best interests to skin the first person he saw. And if it was to be this beautiful, deadly lady. He’d have a lot of fun afterwards. Lifting the blade previously used against Kenpei, the executioner launched it towards the woman, in a vague attempt to catch her attention.

    “So. What’s a lovely lady like you doing here then? I’ll assume you’re here to cause trouble, and I’ll give it to ya’...~”

[heavenlyglutton]

“ Rules of society I guess. If you’ve done wrong you gotta make up for it or else you’ll end up like, well, you’re the guy who does it. “ It was pretty straight forward sounding. While others could probably see this kind of world as inhumane, one had to ask that if they truly believed all could be redeemed, why would they try and do things like breaking out or risking themselves instead of doing the time and proving it? People were in bad circumstances but to openly put themselves through more? Made no sense to him. 

Seeing his reaction to the food though, Toriko gave a laugh. “ Hold on, it ain’t done. See? It’s all raw. Wanna know why? “ Taking a pair of tiny metal tongs would he take one of the slices of braised meat and apply it to the hot grill in front of them. Only then would the guy understand truly having his senses tingled.

As the raw meat hit the searing hot pan, the smell of sweet, savory and hot spices almost burst through upwards in a heft of steam, intermingling with the tender meat sizzling against it and almost frying itself with trickling drops of the melting fat. One turn later and seeing the brown, thin crust on the tender meat as it was cooked to perfection would Toriko start to apply a few more pieces of meat and vegetables against the grill. 

“ And this is just the beef! Wait till we get the lamb and other things! “ 

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }      Nodding in response, Gunji kinda liked the look of this guy. Toriko understood where he was coming from, and whilst the executioner wasn't one for the sentimental values of such understanding, he appreciated that he wasn't being taken for some idiot who killed people for laughs.

Like. It was fun to do it, sure, but really it was a dog-eat-dog world in Toshima, and having a job as executioner was considered a luxury. You didn't have that fear you'd be killed. You were the fear of people not wanting to die. A cruel world, but one he grew up in and figured normal. And he'd continue thinking that, even if this place was safer.

Though enough of that. Gunji watched, first in confusion as to why people didn't just eat these things raw. He knew he would if it smelled that good. But as soon as it hit the grill, that was it. Oh God.

It looked... So good.

Visibly, he was very likely drooling. The smell of the meat, he just wanted to lift it up and eat it. Through his lack of tact, Gunji's head lifted from looking down at the meat, blue eyes staring, almost shocked with the fact that more food was coming.

      "Man... This is the kinda food I've needed! I'm gonna complain to 'Bitro when I get back home I swear, where's this been my whole life!?"

[avariciouslust]

@lyriumphantom

{ ✂~ }       And back to his favourite thing to do. Swing via his legs on a fire escape, frightening anyone who approached with inappropriate comments. Some people would walk past and the executioner would growl down or make suggestive advances, most were very likely met with “Fuck off!” or childish and womanly screaming. Most of the responses being ones that Gunji would enjoy hearing, nonetheless. 

But one small individual made his way down, and let’s just say his appearance was more than enough to pique Gunji’s interests. And sadly, his insults.

Hopping down from his hiding place, the executioner called out to the young male who had only previously walked in the place he had been standing in. With no hesitation, the blond called out, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

    “Oi! Fetish material! I think ya’ left your chains behind you somewhere!” Snorting to himself for a moment, Gunji couldn’t hold himself back. “Where’s your master, kid? Can’t be goin’ around without a daddy now, can ya~?”

[saezuris-blog]

The noise that the other had elicited wasn’t one of pain, not in the slightest. Despite Kenji’s few and far between experiences with anything, he could easily tell that was a moan.

    So this heathen was that type of person, on top of everything else.

But the banchou would not flinch. Under no circumstance was he to lose his composure, it would cost him, especially against this opponent. Even if little good could be said of him, Gunji was quick, unorthodox and unpredictable. Technique would always triumph over raw power, but if Kenji were to lose his focus here, that technique would be moot.

It took a moment before Kenji could channel his inner calm over his ultimate desire to watch this man bleed out and die, screaming into the sky about how much it hurt. Even if he was enjoying the initial stab, this simply meant that he could let loose more, go wild….

   The slash across his face, though, wasn’t expected.

Without even thinking, the banchou moved his face away, avoiding most of the blade but still having his eyelid slashed. This wasn’t good. A swordsman needed his depth perception most of all and being deprived of that was a gross disadvantage against this literal mad dog. In hindsight he should have expected this: Of course a disgusting hyena like Gunji would keep the blade inside of himself to achieve this.

In response, Kenji twisted his own knife inside his guts, switching hands while doing so to twist it even further. If he really wanted that thing inside him so bad, then the least he could do was indulge him some more; As well as hear those delicious squelching sounds of organs being mangled up. The sounds sent a tingle down his spine, sharpening his senses once more.

He did not pay mind to the depraved drivel coming out of the blond‘s mouth. Even if he was being serious, getting worked up over it would only work in his favor.

       “If you think you can get me to shudder and surrender with your disgusting behavior, think again. The one who will bleeding to death is you.”

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }      Another moan escaped him, but this time it was a mix of pleasure, and a type of pain he didn't expect to feel so early on in the fight.

Kenpei knew what he wanted, but Gunji knew as well. He wasn't about to let this guy decide his fate for him. They didn't call him the executioner for nothing, after all. A hiss left between parted lips, as he placed hands upon the smaller of the two of them's shoulders, a shove giving him a little bit of leverage away from the blade. Of course, he didn't want anyone to pierce anything he needed, otherwise this fight would be finished a lot sooner than he wanted.

Swiftly, he stepped back, the small knife now covered in the blood from the hit Kenpei had taken. The smell of it was absolutely delightful. He brought the blade to his mouth, long tongue flitting out from his wide smirk, drawing itself along the deep red stains left by the other. A shiver was sent down his spine. A drive. Something just sent him straight forward for the other again, as though he were about to jab his own blade to Kenpei's arm, but instead too a curveball turn at the last moment, driving an elbow into his chest, an attempt to wind the other over. He didn't have a plan, but that was the glorious part of it. To have as much fun with this kid as possible.

       "Oo~oh...? You make me shudder, but in a good way. We'll see what happens when I start removing those pretty facial features. One by one...~ Mmmh....."

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }       “Eh? No way! This is fuckin’ sweet! No more plastic wolver-whoever his fuckin’ name is claws! Gunji’s back and ready for action! Ahaha~! Oooh... I missed you babies... Come on, daddy wants some fun....~”

[heavenlyglutton]

“ Some people’d get a kick in it. Seeing criminals being hunted down for sport. I guess in their own way they feel like they’re taking part as the executioner by cheering on the idea of getting rid of a criminal once and for all. Although if they’re not really doing it, can’t say the same for ‘em, huh? “ He’d respond as he took a bit of a drink from his own glass. It seemed like from where he came from, crime was kind of a large influx where people like him were needed. Especially since he mentioned things like steroids, those definitely needed to be in check, especially if they found their way in food and water. 

“ Those’re narcotics for you I guess. The main worry I suppose is how they’re being handled and if they’re being distributed to younger kids. If that happens then I dunno, I’d probably get real pissed at that.  “ Taking a seat back and leaning, he’d give a bit of a laugh as he heard how desensitized he was to the idea of it, him shaking his head. 

“ I’ve seen my own share of hell and back. If at the very least you’re doing it to criminals or something, then karmically it balances it out. I’d be a hypocrite if I said I didn’t get mad at some point and reach that point of anger. It’s been a while since I got that far but it’s happened. “ On cue, their starting dishes would come out with involved some pickled vegetables and sliced, thin braised meats, Toriko sitting up in excitement. 

“ Alright, now we’re talking! “ 

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }      Tapping plastic claws against the glass of drink sitting before him, Gunji actually took the time to sit there and listen to this guy. He had some interesting things to say, he would have probably done well working alongside himself and Kiriwar. Shrugging to himself however, the executioner grimaced, if for a split second.

     "Pretty much everyone where I'm from are the same. Criminals sent down to Toshima to redeem 'emselves. So we treat 'em the same. There's a different kinda criminal down there, and that's those who break the rules. Pretty simple shit." He explained as much about Igura and Toshima as he thought was appropriate, though parts of him was itching to tell more. More about the violence, the shitty people. That one guy who came down there and thought he could conquer all.

Though, Gunji was cut short by the arrival of food, instantly, the eyes normally hidden behind messy blond hair lit up, as he sat up like a small child at Christmas time. Seriously, the food smelled so good, he'd never seen so much of it at once before. And he'd likely only be seeing it for next five minutes, if he could help it.

      "Shiiiiit dude. There's so much here, I'm gonna... I don't fucking know at this point, like devor it and jack it just by smelling this stuff." A brief mention from the waiter about how this was just the starter of the meal made Gunji's jaw hit the ground.

Oh this was gonna be a good meal.

[saezuris-blog]

This guy was an absolute idiot. An absolute idiot down to the bone and Kenji could feel it. As if he’d be intimidated by this kind of breaching of his personal space. The claw on his chin and the claw poking his stomach didn’t do very much to him; this showing simply enabled him to assess the length and thus reach of the man’s weapons. His loudness, his brash, cocky attitude, his total disregard of actual technique in a fight… It was seriously starting to piss the banchou off, especially now that this man was this close to him, breathing in his face with that smug face of his, crooning at him like he was an object of twisted affection.

    It didn’t take long for Kenji to come up with a strategy.

With minimal movement, he pulled out his knife. Stabbing the taller man in the stomach, which both injured him and gave Kenji a window to clear some distance between them. He had to be careful, with the others longer arms and quite lengthy claws, getting within reach was going to prove difficult. Oh how this made him wish he really had Canaria on him right now.

   At least the sound of his knife piercing the blond’s flesh had made a nice sound, sending a small shiver down his spine.

         “Cute? Please don’t kid yourself. Yours truly will show you just how incorrect you are. The screams and singing will come from you, not me.”

Even though he wanted to stay calm, it was proving difficult. The banchou was looking forward to do this man harm. To hear him scream, cry, beg… To make him bleed and hear his body get torn to pieces.

    Yeah this was most definitely getting to his head.

         “Fun, huh? Well I haven’t had some fun in a while either. Do your worst, I’ll cut you down.”

Time to purge this hyena, he was most certainly looking forward to it.

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }       He looked like a man of honor, but that face screamed he was waiting for this moment. Gunji could tell this guy got his kicks from fending off people with good fights like these, so why couldn't he tease the other for a bit. He felt a rifling pain shoot through him as a blade tore through his skin, piercing his very insides. The pain was intense but for some reason, the idea that the other had fallen right for his words caused the smirk on the executioner's face to widen into something twisted. Those very lips parted to let out a brief moan, not in pain but in pleasure.

Little did Kenpei know how much Gunji would enjoy this.

His saliva coated tongue danced across sharp teeth, only accenting the gesture more so, the warm blood soon staining the red hoodie. Shaking his head, he cast his gaze finally toward Kenpei. Did he think that would make him scream? Perhaps not in the way he'd expected, but nonetheless. It wasn't a boring hit, mind, though he expected a bit more for all-talk man over here.

Withdrawing the blade he had taken not seconds before this fight began, Gunji kept one hand on the other's shoulder, not only keeping the weapon that attacked himself within him, but allowing him to hold the other in his place, lest he decided to dodge this round. With swift, almost inhuman precision and spontaneous decision making, the execution swiped his own blade unceremoniously, without direction, across the other's face, in vague attempts at leaving some kind of... Scaremongering if you would.

     "A.... Ahahah!! You're... Hilarious. Fuu~uck me, yeah, you bet I'm gonna have some fun with your corpse when I'm done here."

[avariciouslust]

[[ A quick ooc note from your fave executioner! Sorry I haven’t been to up to speed, people I owe replies to, I think I have four threads ongoing, Lucy, Toriko, Garry and Kenpei, I’m sorry for making you all wait so long for replies at a time it’s been quite a weird few weeks and my muses are here just no motivation to do anything! Though I’ll be picking up my own slack very soon and I just wanna thank people for being so patient with me, honestly you guys are so great. <3 ]]

[beautifulataglance-blog]

Taking a moment to calm his breathing, Garry relaxed into the other’s grip, being sure to compose himself. He wasn’t especially keen on depending on the other - but it’d certainly be no fun for him to fall over as soon as he stood up again. It would only take him a moment or two to gather himself, and so he listened to what the blond had to say.

The… Ghetto? Oh dear… was that where he’d wandered into? Really he should have guessed- this hardly looked like a shopping district, and given what happened… Shaking his head, the lavender haired male let out an exasperated sigh.

“I should have guessed…” He muttered, casting his gaze to the ground. But before he could speak up once more- the man’s small compliment caught him off guard. Cute… cute one? He shouldn’t have found himself quite as flustered as he did, but it was so unexpected… It wasn’t often that people passed random compliments his way… Quickly a pink hue took to his cheeks. But in an attempt to hide it, he spoke up, voice wavering ever so slightly.

“Oh dear… how rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Garry, and it’s…uh… a pleasure to meet you…”  Keeping his gaze focused down, he noted the presence of claws attached to the man’s knuckles, the plastic digging in slightly where he was still being held. Ah… was this man really anywhere near as decent as he seemed? Those things looked rather formidable… Whether they were for protection, or devastation wasn’t something he could gather. Maybe he just needed to be careful…

Yet in the least, hearing the man’s last sentence brought him a sense of ease. The stranger was offering to get him out of here? Ah, he hadn’t heard a better suggestion that day! Nodding in response, he gave the stranger a smile, still somewhat unnerved by their proximity. 

“You’d help me out of here? Oh my… thank you.” Heaving a sigh of relief, he went to pull himself into a standing position, and out of the man’s arms- particularly swiftly after he’d noticed the claws. “I don’t actually know who I angered, just some men I wandered by. They didn’t seem to take too kindly to my passing by…”

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }      Oh, he was already stuttering. Yeah, this guy didn't belong here at all, and it was just making Gunji's fingers itch to get him as close to the edge of the Ghetto as he could. He watched as the other thought what he was dishing out were compliments. They weren't supposed to be compliments, they were supposed to be derogatory. His cheeks were already so flushed, did people really take things like that as complimentary? Ah, it just made things all the more easy really.

Allowing the other space to get up and straighten himself out, Gunji figured he wouldn't be running any time soon. He'd make his attempt to grab him at a later point. After all, ambushing him now gave him a gateway to run away. Chuckling to himself at the introduction, he leaned against a nearby wall, nodding to show the other he was actually listening.

      "Garry, huh. Should've expected something rather foreign from a guy like you. Either way, you can call me Gunji. You don't want to be giving side-eye glances at these men here. They'll fuck boys like you up in a heartbeat." He spoke short and sweet, but his sentence was paused, after all, he had to get this poor man out of the Ghetto before he was hurt by a more formidable foe though he thought he'd add a small two cents of his own.

     "... Sometimes literally."

Snorting at his own thoughts for a second, he shook his head, resting an arm around the shorter of the duo's shoulders, guiding him in a different direction to what could regularly be seen as the exit.

      "Look, we don't wanna be goin' this way, that's suicide if you go the easy way. I know a bunch'a routes outta here, don't you worry about gettin' yerself too damaged." And with that, Gunji began to slowly lead Garry along the darker streets of the Ghetto. He knew exactly where to take him.

[saezuris-blog]

Oh great it’s him again.

That loud, cackling mess of a man he’s seen only once before. He stood out too much: That red hood, those tattoos and most obviously that loud, grating laugh and voice. He had shot the man a look before, disapproving of just how much of a disturbance was. The gaze had been met with the same kind of animosity from the other. Obviously they wouldn’t be good friends in their next meeting.

Kenji had hoped that meeting would have been much, much later, at least when he’d have his precious Canaria back again. He would have taught this guy a lesson then.

Sadly this wasn’t the case. What was a pleasant surprise however, was the man that was under his foot. A bloody mess, a beautiful shade of red seeping down on the boring gray pavement. It was nice, seeing that this man he had previously thought was all bark with his loud, overbearing threats was actually also someone who could bite. However, there was something about the way that his victim had been finished off that was very obvious to the swordsman.

The execution was… Sloppy. Sloppy and wild, it had been dictated by instinct and ecstasy, rather than by pure skill. For someone as Kenji, this was quite obvious. Then, if this was the ability of his inevitable opponent, he wouldn’t have to worry too much about not having his personal weapon on him at all.

No, this knife would be enough to actually do a number on this guy, maybe even kill him for his attitude.

“No, I’ve already seen that ‘handiwork’ of yours, it isn’t that impressive.”

It was annoying, he had to look up to face this man properly. He wouldn’t make himself look like he was any bit less than the other though. The look in his eyes would do the talking for him. Kenji was better than this man, but the fight to prove it would probably be the most entertaining one he’s had here to date.

“Is that a threat? How adorable, you should join this corpse instead.”

Boy would he love to hear this guy’s voice while he howls in pain after being thoroughly defeated.

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }     Not... That impressive?

Gunji paused for a moment, studying the look on serious-mcedgy's face over there. Really, he didn't think this work of art was impressive. Honestly, that insult was more hurtful than the threat he'd issues. Did this small thing actually think that with his uniform and big boy stance he'd actually be able to intimidate Gunji? Pfft, laughable!

Another loud cackle escaped the mouth of the executioner. Shit, he loved a good challenger, and cocky little men always screamed the highest, and boy was he going to be screaming.

He paced closer, and closer, until they were near breathing distance of each other. Leaning down at his hip, Gunji towered over the other, as he did with most people in this city. Ah, the perks of being abnormally tall. A twisted grin pulled at the corners of his lips, a brief, guttural chuckle breathed upon the other.

       "A threat? Nah, a promise... I think, personally it's kinda cute you wanna make me scream, but sadly the only one doin' the singin' is gonna be you...~" He crooned, leaning a little further down, long tongue punctuating nearly every word he spoke. It was in his best interests to unnerve people before they fought, but quite honestly, the executioner was ready to sink his teeth into this pile of dog shit's neck. Placing a clawed finger beneath the chin of the other he leaned in as close as he could get, running his free hand up to tap the other claws against his stomach, his voice slowly taking on a slightly more sinister edge to it.

       "Come on then, big boy. I'll let you have the first touch. See if you can make me scream. I haven't had my fun for today."

[yoseirei]

Was this guy even for real?  What did he mean by allowed and what did he mean by special?  Lucy had been doing her usual walk about, not exactly in an area of Hive City that would have her uneasy to go, so what exactly brought this man to her side?  Was she invading his territory or something of the like?  Did HC even have sectioned places like that?  She’d have been more annoyed if it wasn’t for the hand on her shoulder, and maybe she would have felt like she needed to run if she wasn’t so sure those claws she saw could do serious damage to her were she to try anything.

“Last I checked there were no signs posted that said I needed to keep out.”  Was her voice shaking, or was she imagining things?  Not too long ago she’d come upon a fight and witnessed a kind victor, so why… why were her thoughts scrambling against themselves?  “If I’m trespassing on private property then I apologize and I’ll leave.”  This was a man she’d never seen before, and the fact he so casually approached out of nowhere and laid his hands on her sent all sorts of red flags raising to the heavens.  Maybe she’d be okay, or maybe…?

The best thing she could probably do right now until he showed the cards in his hand was remain calm and generally do what he said.  If he started to get creepy, or if she felt like maybe she needed to really leave, then Lucy would go.  She had her whip and she had Virgo and maybe she had a prayer of getting out okay.  “Is that okay then?  If I say I’m sorry and go?”

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }       Ah, a spunky girl after all. She thought she could just apologise and leave in a place like this? Nah, not in Gunji's books. If he was gonna make this place his home, then he was ready to start acting like he did in Toshima. If that meant taking care of a few insignificant females here and there, then well. He could do that.

Trailing the hand on her shoulder down her arm, he shook his head, removing it swiftly. The idea was to make her uneasy, and he could see he was doing well already, especially given where she'd offered the idea of apologising and being set free. She was a clever girl, she knew she was trapped, and Gunji liked it when they were clever. He paced around the female, gently raising a single claw to her back, tracing small lines down her, in an attempt to elicit some form of reaction. If she was strong, she'd fight back, if she was weak, she'd submit.

Either way, Gunji was going to get his fill for the day.

        "Being here is already a crime in itself, kitten. You could be a good girl and sing for me, ooor, you could be a bad girl, and I'll force ya' to sing. How does that sound..." The edge his tone was taking was sinister, and his eyes were obscured by dirty blond locks. He arched his head around she he could take a glance at her, a warning that this would likely not end well on her half.

[avariciouslust]

@yoseirei​

{ ✂~ }     It’s never fun to actually wait for something exciting to happen. It’s usually better to do things yourself. Which was exactly what Gunji had planned to do. Waltzing down one of the Hive’s lonelier alleyways was where the executioner liked to reside the most. It was quiet, and more importantly, it was the best place to nab someone. Usually the lost souls or the ones thinking they’re able enough to walk around on their own. Those were the ones he liked the most. The ones that made the most noise. 

Dangling from his usual spot on a fire escape was where he could get a good look in on people he could get his hands on with ease, or at the very least stir up some fun for him. Eyes scanned the empty alleyway for what felt like hours, before someone actually decided to roll up. Was that... A girl?

Now, in Toshima it was very, very rare you’d see a female among the streets. In fact he’d not caught a glance at many in most of his life. This could prove to be right interesting. Hopping down from his little spot, he jumped straight before the girl, and with no regards to personal space at all, he placed a pair of clawed hands upon her shoulder, likely to steady her still in case she would want to turn around. Blond hair blocked his eyes from sight, though through the messy locks he could get a good look at her. With a brief chuckle, he spoke up to the girl with a lower, more hushed tone.

     “Didn’t think girls were allowed to walk through scary alleyways on their own. What makes you so special then, kitten...~”

[avariciouslust]

@saezuris

{ ✂~ }      People always trying to pick a fight, confident losers who always think they can actually walk away with their lives. Well another day, Gunji had proved some guy wrong. Claws covered in blood, blue eyes glaring down at the poor soul beneath his foot. Ever so slightly, he pressed his foot against some of the worse of the wounds littered around the body, allowing the still fresh and flowing blood to cover his foot. A snort escaped him as he’d done so, leaning down to snatch the sharp knife the once assailant tried to spring on him. 

Of course, he’s managed a small scratch, but it wasn’t anything that would slow Gunji down.

Bringing a bloodied hand to his face, he ran his fingers across the cut left on his cheek. He was almost surprised the crude attacker had got that far. Perhaps he was only good at jumping people. Sad to say Gunji was a lot taller than what he looked in the distance. In his other hand, he began to play with the blade, twiddling it between his fingers. Oh boy, it was a fine specimen indeed. A brief chuckle could be heard by the blond as he turned around, hair obscuring his vision for a moment. That was until a familiar face flashed in the distance.

He’s recognised this guy before. They hadn’t had a very long meeting, though they exchanged glances that didn’t speak friendly. Tilting his head up to look down towards the other, the flash of his blue eyes twitching in anticipation was enough to say that he was planning on being friendly this time round either. Placing the blade in a back pocket and hooking his thumbs over his trousers, he took a few steps towards the other, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

      “Oi...~ Here to admire my handiwork are’ya... Or d’ya wanna be a part of it...~” 

[avariciouslust]

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[heavenlyglutton]

     It would be a rather different style of BBQ regardless, but it would still be incredibly delicious. And surprisingly on the lighter side of things. He’d lead the man over to where there would be now two empty seats after some folks had vacated, where they’d be presented their own little hot plate in front of them. Before the man could even take their order, Toriko raised a hand. “ All the meat you can spare and then some. Bring some leafy greens also! “ The man would look rather surprised at his words but would reluctantly do so. 

“ So you kind of execute for sport then, huh? Well, I suppose it’s the kind of end certain people just meet. “ Toriko would be reminded of his time at Gourmet Casino where similarly, those who had no more to lose could risk everything to avoid debt. Worst case scenario was you went back half dead but still, the idea of it didn’t bother him as openly much as it could have. Really, it just sounded like he enjoyed the work despite the pay being not that great. “ Who knows, maybe he sells the clothes after. “ Toriko would admit in a half joke. 

“ So basically you’re kind of the be all to end all kinda executioner. If a guy can some how stoop lower you come in and finish it huh? Must get some interesting folk there who think they can beat the system or something. “ 

[avariciouslust]

{ ✂~ }     Now he was getting the idea, yet somehow still remained unflinching. By this point, Gunji was impressed, and curious as to whether the other had done something similar. After all, if you're desensitized to something via experience, then talking to someone about it wouldn't make you cower in fear. Though his mind switched to the order of the food. Rubbing his clawed hands together, Gunji sat back in his seat, ready for the entourage of food being prepared to come his way. Oh lord was he excited for this. So much meat. 

     "Haha, for sport? Never thought of it like that, more like for money, for kicks, you name it." A louder, slightly exaggerated laugh left Gunji after the comment about Arbitro selling the clothes, the very image tickled him, "Y'know I wouldn't put it past him. Though the shit he wears, he could do with takin' some advice from dead meat." Nodding to himself, he listened in some more. Boy, this guy actually had some bloody good sense in him. Shrugging, the executioner responded once more,

        "Ya, basically. Fuckers think they can waltz around tagless and take enhancing drugs or some shit. I dunno, the drug does shit load of good, sure it makes ya stronger, but it makes you stir-fucking-crazy too. Some of the shit I've seen people do on that crap. It's fuckin' interesting when ya scrape their shit for brains bodies off the ground!" Gunji explained, just as a few drinks made their way to the table. Taking a swig from the glass, he leaned forward slightly, eyes peeping from underneath messy blond locks, "I'm surprised yer' alright with all this though."

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It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to avoid the less favourable parts of Hive City, Garry always found himself in a spot of bother. Whilst simply looking around he’d walked into a group of men, and straight into trouble. They seemed to take personal offence that he’d passed near them, and just as things began to get rather heated, he took off without so much as a word.

Which lead to where he was now, fleeing from those who’d threatened him.

Casting a fearful glance over his shoulder, dark eyes searched for any sights that he was being followed, still running at a swift pace as he did so.

Which definitely was not the smartest decision that he’d made that day.

Catching his foot on an uneven spot on the ground, Garry went reeling, a yelp accompanying his fall. Oh dear, this was definitely going to cause some harm…! Blindly he flailed, trying to put his arms up in an attempt to catch himself.

Yet he was not met with the cold harsh ground, but instead with warm, and in the moment, surprisingly welcome arms. Whilst he initially stumbled, he rapidly even found himself supported. Had… had someone just caught him? Now that was certainly a feat, for one he wasn’t especially short, nor was he exactly planning on tripping. Yet here he was. Not that he wasn’t thankful, after all, he’d take the embarrassment of being in a stranger’s arms over potentially cracking his skull open any day.

In a daze the lavender hair male blinked, finally venturing to look up at the other. Opening his mouth to go and thank them, he stopped dead in his tracks, caught off guard by the stranger’s appearance. Clad in crimson, with blond bangs covering his eyes, he looked as much a picture of trouble as those he’d narrowly missed a run in with…! Swallowing nervously he stood there, being held, not saying a single word.

After all, he could hardly tell if he’d wandered, or well, fallen into more trouble…

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{ ✂~ }      Another day, another fight and another dead civilian splayed across the floor. Since Gunji wasn't dealing with Arbitro right about now, he didn't have to drag the cold, limp, lifeless body away back to his disgustingly dressed, pompous ass bitch of a boss. So away he went, letting the crowds of people start looking at it and staring at Gunji, most in fear, others, well, otherwise.

He began to stride off in his own direction, this place of the Hive felt more like home than any other place, so it was one where Gunji had begun to be seen around a lot. Glancing at the blood stains left on the plastic claws he'd been given, he brought them a little closer to his lips, ready to lick and lap up every bit of blood that had been left on them. That was until...

Something, someone went flying straight into his arms. Instinctively, Gunji reached out, holding onto the other. Once he gained what had happened, he glanced down at the guy that had collided into him. Usually he'd act threatening, but this lad... He didn't look like he belonged here.

Perhaps he still had time to play around today, yet.

       "Well. Look what we have 'ere. A lost kitten prowling the streets to th'Ghetto, yeah? I ain’t seen a cute on like you stumble in here in a while. Who are ya?" Shaking his head, he placed the other back on his feet, steadying him so he didn't fall over once again. "Let's say we get you outta here. Not a lot of people run without a reason. Tell me, who'd you piss off then?"

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[[ Gunji doesn’t see money for two seconds, let’s face it. Any money he does get is automatically spent on the next meal, or something for Pochi! Either that or Kiriwar’s taken to saving the money for him because he’s disgusting when it comes to getting that small amount of coin that Arbitro would ever dish out. Honestly, Gunji’s not very good at money and with all good reason. Mainly because he was never taught how to spend the money he was given, and mainly because, hell yeah, fucking loaded, you get me? But yeah, money gets spent on food, or better weaponry. Who knows where this money goes. Pochi probably eats it tbh. ]]