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@fulmine-re
"Let's get down to business, shall we?"
Put 'Claimed' in my ask box and I'll use a number generator to decide what you get:
A kiss
A steamy kiss
Me for one night
A slap to the face
A confession
Me for two nights
A harsh insult
An angry/jealous text
Drunk voice mail
4 days with me chained to their side
A hug
A pat on the back
A kitten
Up to mun
The Batter stared down at the strange glowing brick that had suddenly arrived this morning. He knew that Hermes often brought strange knick-knacks into the city - heâd already discovered that one of the smaller bricks was some kind of annoying music box - but thisâŠhe had no idea what to do with this.Â
After some extensive poking and prodding heâd managed to (accidentally) summon something called âInternet Explorerâ but that just opened up whole new Pandoraâs box.Â
"What is this damned thing?â
Hermes's deliveries were a thing to be expected, albeit sporadic. So when Katsu found himself with a tiny brick, a bigger brick, and souls trapped in a musical brick, he wasn't all that surprised. He figured out that the tiny brick was a device used to communicate--after he threw it at several people's heads--and that the bigger brick was like the smaller brick only you could do more stuff with it.
Like watch felines do stupid stuff on this thing called 'Youtube'.
So, feeling superior to everything, Katsu was happy to help people feel even more dumb than before.Â
"It's a device used to watch cats. I call it the Cat Box." No Katsu you're wrong.Â
"Youâre right! An ice cream plushies canât give the eight arm of passionate love like a kraken plushie. Nothing can and thatâs why they are so valuable. You must show you are worthy to take on such a grand thing!"
Pulls out his phone Hermes got him and dials some numbers. "Quick. Tell me how to become worthy of a Kraken Plushie in five easy steps or so help me your body will become best buddies with the Hudson Bay."
âWhat? Counseling?" A snort, and a wave of his hand, "I donât believe you, and I donât really care." Hmm⊠A part of him felt like he should know who this guy is⊠Nah.
Katsu pouted. "So cold! Chills me to the bones." He wrapped his arms around the other and rubbed his nose against the back of the guy's neck. "Ah, at least your body is warm compared to your frigid heart."
Come On Come Out--Open
When confronted by the unexpected, one could have either of three reactions; one could freeze, one could run, and one could attack. Hearing someone so close to her, Petra chose the latest option. Tucking her arm in, the daintily-framed woman elbowed her imaginary attacker with as much force as she could muster, meaning it was hard, incredibly so. Years of being bullied on the streets had toughened her and she was no longer the helpless little lady she had once been. If anything, she was a soldier in her own right. Turning gracefully around, Petra held her fists up and steadied her stance. All this occurred in an elegant, quick motion. Her fights were dances, violent, beautiful displays where her body flowed into aggressive forms as naturally as rivers flowed into oceans. "Youâve got some gu-" The words flew from her lips as quickly as they fell. The fists were loosened, eyes staring at the man who was, in fact, not drunk and looked to mean well. Gasping, Petra immediately covered her mouth. "Iâm so sorry! Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
The elbow to the gut was definitely on Katsu's 'I didn't see that coming at all' list. He gasped, air escaping him for a brief moment, and doubled over. "Geez! You've... elbow. Quite... elbow got." He had the gall to look sheepish, peering out from his white bangs, at the girl who just assaulted him. Only the girl's humorous reaction saved her from getting killed point blank.
See. Katsu was generous.Â
"I surely deserved that." Katsu righted himself after catching his breath. He flashed her a small smile. "I've been through worst. But you can certainly take me out of commission. I like that in a woman." Put your charm away you indecent playboy.Â
Hoo, boy. This was gonna be a doozy.
He could tell right off the bat this guyâs smile was anything but friendly. Threats and insults rolled off his tongue and right over Claireâs head. At this point, not much couldâve riled Claire up any more than he already was.
His city, was it? Mustâve been a top dog, then. Likely a big three mafia boss. Ignis, Claire was guessing, from his appearance. Not that it mattered. "Ah, looks like ya misunderstood me. I ainât sayinâ I own your city. You can rule over this tiny piece aâ turf anâ call me small fry all ya want. The fact still remains that my domain is just a tiny bit bigger than yours. Iâm talkinâ the world. The world that just so happens to be right up here." he tapped a finger on his temple for emphasis.
"Threaten me all ya want, but Tartarus donât scare me one bit. I take it this âfateâ aâ yours you wanna deal me is probably a painful death, but Iâm afraid that wonât do. Sorry, but I just canât die."
Amusement danced in Katsu's eyes. Oh, he loved a challenge. A shiver danced up his spine. He barely repressed it. A lick of the lips. His chuckle spilled from his mouth, chaotic and without rhythm.
"Oh I like you." Katsu's smile was sinister. Off balance. A manic glee radiated with every word that was spoken. "Your world seems a bit skewed. Insane, really. Makes me wonder how the world of yours operates. We definitely do not think on the same plane of thought. I look in your eyes and I'm met with a sudden chill. An inhumane feeling."
It wasn't fear. No. But pure, unbridled excitement to find a toy so interesting and deranged. Katsu broke boundaries. He stepped within the other's personal space, a challenge sent loud and clear.Â
"You say you can't die but this world is not that compassionate. New York City can very well end up your grave if you step on the wrong toes." Then his tone of voice changed. Light, airy. Free of malice. He held up the collar and twirled it around his index finger. "I truly think you should reconsider my offer. The collar really brings out the psychopath in your eyes."Â
"There are perverts afoot."
He stood his ground, eyeing the other man. "I guess we canât all be good with insults hmm."
"It's a shame you're so inept in such simple manners. Athena must have felt pity placing you as her commissioner."
Come On Come Out--Open
Times changed. Life was transitory, a flowing river in which there were no stops. Petra knew that life changed, she grew, and she would continue to grow but, staring up at her newly moved in apartment, she could not help but feel a pang of homesickness. Her father, the one who had been the centerpiece of most of her life, would be experiencing his first week alone. Biting her lip, Petra turned away from the apartment, from the place that was not yet entirely home, that would not be home for a long while, and began to walk towards downtown
. Petra wasnât worried as much as she was hungry and wanted to experience a bit of the placeâs cuisine. The towering buildings and busy streets almost made her dizzy, the shock of seeing so many people and such high towers putting her in awe. Her father would have loved to see this. Again, her father. Putting him from her mind for the moment, the petite woman glanced around for any hot dog stands or sandwich shops. "Ah, Petra, maybe you should have brought a map." She gently chided herself.
What to do when you're a mafia boss running one of the most powerful families in town and you're currently board of your skull? Simple: you find a game. For Katsu, games could be anything. People, mortals, demigods, creatures--himself. Anything that produced entertainment was fair game to Katsu.
So he was meandering down the street, his bodyguards at home because Katsu liked to cause a scene. That, and he didn't tell anyone he was leaving. Because he liked to cause a scene.Â
He spotted a girl looking lost of out her mind and that, that was when Katsu decided that he was going to play the nice, helpful considerate young man you'd bring home to your father.Â
"Need help?" he leaned over the girl's shoulder, voice low by his ear with a smile pulling against his lips.Â
"Old man?" Reisi shifted, keeping a healthy distance away from him. "At least Iâm not a child."
Katsu spotted the proposed distance and said 'fuck it' taking a step forward. He hummed with amusement. "It's called being well in your youth. I'll give you a C+ for effort in your insults."
stranger ; open
Maybe she should start with - âExcuse me, but,â She hoped to the Heavens the stranger would not kidnap her, âCan you tell me where we are exactly?â
Katsu would so totally kidnap her but he was lazy and she didn't prove to have much worth--yet. "Depends on if your stomach can handle knowing,"Â
"I believe that statement is a little backwards dear boy."
"I just wanted to get my point across old man~"
     âŠIt shouldnât be too much trouble to go get some groceries to cook something. It also shouldnât be that hard to just slip awayâ
Zooms in on potential victim. "Well would you look at that. You're the guy who rejected my collar. I had to go to counseling because of you," that last part was a terrible joke.Â
This bimbo wasnât scared, huh? He was gonna push it, was he?
"You ainât too smart, are ya? Look, pal. This world is mine, anâ if I donât like beinâ called that I can take you outta it damn quick. But I donât like killinâ people who ainât done nothinâ. So like I said: beat it, ya pill.â A small flick of his finger and his face would begin to flicker a bit. Maybe a little dose aâ Demios-style terror would change his mind.
Katsu's head tilted to the side, an amused glitter in his eyes. His lips were pulled into a slow, easy smile. A warning sign that he was already planning all the ways he could kill this man without batting an eye lash. "Obviously you have no idea who you're talking to. That, and the little brain cells you own are in overtime trying to cook up weak insults. So allow me to make a few things clear."
Katsu stepped in close to the other's personal space, nose to nose. His smile was still in place but the look in his eyes were absolutely cold. "I own this city. Me, not you. You are small fry who took a bigger bite than you could chew. Tell me to beat it again and I'll make give you a worse fate then suffering in Tartarus for the rest of your miserable life."
Whoops, he was mad.Â
"Kraken plushies are expensive little things! We canât give them out all willy nilly!"
"But I want one! All I have is this Ice Cream plushie and surely it can't hug  with all eight arms of under the sea fun."
   Cue unimpressed staring.
   âYou must be used to speaking with different women who like to hear that sort of thing, huh? Sorry, but I donât.â
"No, no, no. You're going through a denial phase~" Katsu prodded. "You actually love wearing these things but you're too shy to admit it. I understand, Meow Mix."