distressed cowboy comforted by house plant

Livio the Doublefang + Razlo the Trip of Death from Trigun Maximum

[deathpacito]

I'm dropping! You can find me here if you'd like. If not, take care!

[lilacxsunlight]

Drowning Lessons

[everydayisanight]

"You can say that again..." Overwhelming didn't even begin to describe how insane everything was in this world. It still felt like a miracle she had managed to keep herself somewhat sane given how quickly she fell apart in some instances...

"Little by little, that's probably how it goes from here on out. Unless someone has a grand plan they want to try and explain to us."

[deathpacito]

Sometimes he sort of still feels like lying down for awhile and not going anywhere. Even to this day. Just to compartmentalize, just to not think about it.

"Not that I know of-- I'd think everyone would know by now if there was. But it'll be alright."

[hanlengjun]

Violence for the sake of violence. Bloodlust for the sake of bloodlust. The Mobei Clan has prided themselves on being able to resist these base desires. It's what sets them apart from those of lesser lineage. Yet, sometimes there's an itch that needs scratching, just a little loss of impulse control.

But when vermin infests the city's alleyways? Well, he could make do with it. That's what they were after all- vermin. The lot of them. This so called "crime syndicate" was nothing more than a ragtag group of men. Disorderly. Obstreperous. Even demons, as fickle and untrustworthy as they were, obeyed a certain hierarchy.

He felt no remorse when he sprung on them from the shadows. A fist collides with someone's jaw and their body crashing to the pavement. He pauses, listening for movement. The shuffling of footsteps and shouts to his left. He twists, lashing out, and feels his elbow connect with muscled flesh, and hears a soft. “Oomph.”

Mobei Jun turns at the sound of bullets whipping past him- a human creation he's yet to encounter. One nails him in the shoulder and as it does he could hear someone shout, "I got the bastard!" Seconds later that same human is skewered through by something long, black and covered in ice.

@deathpacito

[deathpacito]

Razlo finds his late night wanderings to be less animal-energy, and more boredom. Nothing on that fancy tv, nothing to look at on the phone but keep scrolling and scrolling-- Maybe the man's mellowed (doubt), or maybe the bloodlust just hasn't been sated enough lately.

One way or another he finds himself out here trudging through alleys, cloak tugged close to his face. The sounds of a fight aren't surprising, not out here in the dark-- and it's welcome. Maybe it's something interesting to do, some jaws to split-- gun fire, too-- even more interesting.

Razlo lets his feet carry him there to the fight-- one against more, odds that usually aren't as interesting-- but the guy isn't going down easily.

"Now all I need's some snacks..."

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

In his defence I also saw that necklace and fell in love immediately

[clubdionysius]

How is he here? She wants to ask, but the question stays stuck at the back of her throat. Attention is fallen back onto the cabin instead and she nods. Dragged somewhere else again...

Though this isn't just somewhere else. This was her home. "Livio..." She looks at the big man. She's a little scared. Scared to go inside by herself and learn the truth to what happened to Sara when she placed little Pandora underneath that tree. Did she make it out okay? Is she alive or....or is the mist from back in the other world real?

"Can you come with me?" She finally asks after a thick swallow of her own spit. She can feel how clammy her hands are. They are sweaty with nerves but she holds out her tiny hand for Livio to take. She doesn't want to go in alone.

[deathpacito]

Oh....oh, she's frightened. Livio immediately softens, some of his own anxiety-- it doesn't diminish, not really. But he can shove it away for now-- again, there's something much more important than his own worries-- it's her. Her fear, her worry.

She reaches for him, and it's as heartbreaking as it is a miracle. The trusting way kids are, to look at his mug and decide he's someone to rely on.

Livio takes that little hand in his, rubs the palm of his other hand over the top of it. Her hand is cold, though a little clammy too.

"Of course. We stick together, okay? We'll figure it out."

[mountaintyrant]

"I'll treat you to a meal after. I simply want something specific."

It was a bribe, the most common way to being a shinobi of non violent means!

[deathpacito]

Razlo hums, a half interested sound as he eyes Assassins continued struggle.

"I guess...Get your hand outta there, then, or I'll break it."

Not a threat-- a promise.

[weusedtobegiants]

I want to go back to the beginning. We all do. I think: hurt won’t be there. But I’m wrong.

Gregory Orr, from Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved

[mountaintyrant]

"I would, but I'm not that desperate for snacks. My body can handle a few more hours without it." meaning theres a timer, but than again with a body like his, it would be easier to say it uses a lot of energy, especially without a master to connect with.

"Your arm is shorter, it should be easier for you. Its the one at the bottom."

[deathpacito]

A few more hours this guy is willing to suffer....god, that's so pathetic, and Razlo tells him so.

"You suck ass, you know that? If you just broke it, it'd be fine. Any why should I help you in the first place?"

The big man is happier to watch Assassin be miserable, actually.

[plants-and-geraniums]

*cries*

[clubdionysius]

It's her home. The small cabin up in the mountains. The small child looks up at the cabin and tears begin to well up in her eyes. She's home. She is back. There's so many emotions and she's feeling them all at once. She's happy to have returned, but scared to find out if Sara is actually dead. She's sad to have left her friends behind back in the other world.

"Mam..." She murmurs under her breath. She musters the courage after wringing the ends of her dress and steps forward. It's when a bird chirps, alerting Pandora of someone else in the mountains that Pandora quickly finds a hiding spot behind a tree instead of entering the cabin.

"...." WHO is that? They look familiar. Pandora gets a closer look and....

It's @deathpacito

"Livio?"

[deathpacito]

Livio can't even remember the last thing he'd been doing before popping up here-- mountains-- real mountains around him, little wild critters...he's more familiar after arriving to their Island with these things, but--

A little cabin in the woods. There are plenty of movies about this, aren't there? What's the first thing you do-- you figure out where you are, you lay LOW, you don't draw attention to yourself. Livio's still rather big so it's not as though he can hide behind anything other than a tree--

Obvious. He isn't too worried, though, this isn't his first rodeo.

There's a familiar voice, though-- oh.

"Hey, kid. We got dragged somewhere else again, huh?"

He relaxes a tad-- Pandora is familiar, she's safe. Maybe not the safest with him, but he'll do his best to protect her if need be.

[mountaintyrant]

"...You have no tact."

The arm is still trying to reach the tiny buttons, usually not a problem but Assassin is not one to do the more simple route right now.

"Are you usually so tactless."

Its hard to say with that expression and mask, what he's actually thinking right now.

[deathpacito]

"You didn't think about just putting it through the bottom to get the shit inside?"

Razlo dutifully ignores the (valid) accusation, squinting between what Assassin is attempting, and the goodies still trapped in there.

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Alice Notley, from “In the Pines.”

[mountaintyrant]

Ug-

Assassin own appearance is note worthy in that the more you look at him, the more you see his limb proportions are kind of ...wrong. Too long, too extended and yet somehow, their still working. This kind of body must seem like its in pain all the time.

Because it is, normal things needed to be spaced apart from him for him to grab.

Like the vending machine in front of him, the drink being hard on him as the positioning of it made it difficult to get.

@deathpacito

[deathpacito]

Razlo has seen some unique things-- both at home and here-- look at all of the Gun Ho(e) Gang for instance, however brief that experience was-- that was a lot.

This, though?

"Holy shit, that's freaky," he chuckles bemusedly.

He also has no tact.

[the-sassy-noodle-allie-bug]

RAAAAAAH LIVIO AND RAZLO DUMP sorry for the radio silence tumblr still freaks me out a little

[infiernogarde]

"I've been using it since childhood. Kendo is the only thing i know than other things, so yeah." Hikaru had no time for others as she was taught this way from her father and brothers. Live up to their name. Kendo has been an inseparable part to her until today since her time as a Magic Knight, Pillar and back to being a normal schoolgirl.

"How about you? Do you use a sword as well like me?" A strange question, knowing she felt like he's not a fan of blades than something else.

Just a friendly chat.

[deathpacito]

Hmmm...he wonders idly if she's another one, a 'soldier', trained since childhood for someone else's shit. Or if she even cares whether she is or isn't.

Razlo's on the fence himself-- if the fence is Not Thinking About it and the ground is lava.

"No," his mouth quirks with something of arrogance-- a lot of something-- "I use guns-- easier, more blowback and all that. Nothing fancy."

[dogrom]

There he is! I had to draw hims 🥰💕 new punishers bc I like the glow. Evil colors go brrrrrr