the glutton

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aimorrago:

          THERE comes a voice he hasn’t heard in a long time. a growling behind him, like a canine released from a prison and let loose to roam as it pleases. fortunately, this hungry animal has no idea who he’s speaking to nor does he intend on revealing who it is he’s face to face with.  ❝Mad dog…❞  terumi mutters under his breath as he’s questions about ragna the bloodedge.. that pup that has a penchant for getting in the way of literally everything. he keeps a straight face, hands now in his pockets as he shrugs exaggeratedly. he reminds himself the seal on him prevents him from fighting anyone who has no will and so he wills himself to make it so. terumi has no intention of fighting this feral beast.

     ❝Do I look like I know someone by that name? … … well, you’re in luck. I do.❞  despite sounding seamlessly convincing, he metaphorically opens his hands for this dog to eat from. now the only thing left is to get him to shove his face in it. the serpent grins at this chance to put a leash on this puppy…  ❝Looking for something to eat, huh… I know where he lives. Haven’t seen him yet, but someone I know has and I’m betting you’ll do anything to sink your teeth into a morsel like that, right?❞

Now this he liked. It would never best the indescribable euphoria that bullets and carnage on the battlefield could provide, but being led to it was certainly enticing enough to demand his attention. It seemed that as long as Azrael chose to linger here, he wouldn’t get what he truly desires. Nonetheless, the enlightenment made it worthwhile.   

He had initially met the stranger’s words with a frown, but upon such a mouth-watering revelation the beast perked up with a satisfied smile. “That was easier than I expected. I’m grateful. But certainly you aren’t agreeing to assist me with no gain on your end, are you? Looking for something yourself?”

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aimorrago

“I’m faced with a bit of a dilemma, aren’t I? Just when I was right on the Reaper’s trail, he managed to disappear. Disappointing--- I was really hoping for something to sate this thirst for a little while.” As if he’s mulling something over, he pauses and pockets one of his hands. “Say, you didn’t pass him by chance, did you? Ragna the Bloodedge?”

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Carnage in tandem with the alluring aroma of blood leaving nothing but destruction in its wake fueled a shit-eating, toothy, mile-wide smile on the mad dog’s face. There wasn’t any place in the world he’d rather be. Such an atmosphere thick with promise for action made it hard for Azrael to contain his blood lust. And so, the mass of anxious muscles prowled through the first sector searching for anyone that would show themselves to be worthy. With an impatient flaring of the nostrils the canine huffed. To say he was excited was an understatement. 

“What a beautiful hunting ground... but there’s a severe lack of prey in this area.” He sauntered over to the nearest vehicle with his hands pocketed, oddly casual before reaching it. All movement halted and his eyes narrowed to squint at the automobile before him, as if he were pondering. It seemed so unnaturally calm here for what had become of this city recently. What if--

“Certainly you can’t mean to tell me that there’s no one worthy here!!” The level in his volume raised enough shake the area, depicting an emotion that would seem to be akin to anger. A murky, crimson aura rose from the beast in the spike of his vicious intensity, and not a minute later would his hands slip beneath the car to inevitably launch it. The huge and now all-too-lethal hunk of metal hovered like a chandelier promising death to all who stood below it. 

“COME OUT AND ENTERTAIN ME!”

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shifting sands

Mayhap it was a mistake to go venturing out in the middle of the night, but personally, Mukuro thought it was a better bet than during the daytime. One learned the real character of a city once the sun set. Most importantly, now: The stars were invisible. It was a highly industrial place, then, and for a ways in any direction. Faintly he could hear the sounds of trains, a confusing medley that sometimes came from different places. This place was as disorienting as it was unfamiliar.

“I don’t suppose that you might direct me towards the train station?” he hummed, a carefully neutral expression schooled on his face. Maybe it was worrisome that the first pedestrian he passed looked so formidable—but then, he knew better than to judge a book by its muscles.

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A train station? Azrael wasn’t even aware that there was a train station. Although, better questions arose upon hearing that voice pose a question to him. It seemed there was joy to be found in this situation, at any rate. If it would get them anywhere, the mad dog would would feign having some valuable knowledge-- at least, more than Mukuro possessed. A smirk tugged at his lips as he replied. “A train station? I could help you if I wanted, but unfortunately for you I’m not feeling too generous today.”

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Haru against some dude that just waltz right in. G od Dammit we can’t beat him and we’re laughing.

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          with the monster baring his fangs, giovanni keeps himself poised and waiting for something to happen. there’s no real defensive stance and he has no real reason to fight other than to do it for the sake of. his spirit isn’t completely diminished, but he’s also not taking another gamble for a head-on attack. instead, he places the glasses on his face and opens his arms to welcome any assault given to him.

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Much to his amusement, Azrael’s prey still squirmed beneath his grasp, even managing to grab at locks of his hair. This would be permissible for now in their closeness. The amount of strength maintained in his current state, while astounding, didn’t quite match up with his stamina. There wasn’t a doubt in the mad dog’s mind concerning his control over the other right now. He pushed himself in position to call the shots. He could decide whether Giovanni lived or died here. 

A sizzling sound garnered his attention, nearly startling him. To this, he’d respond with eyes squinted in a semi-quizzical stare. The wound from such a fierce bite was closing up hastily, furthering curiosity. To this alone he would continue his observation, fascinated in what he hadn’t taken the time to realize sooner. It wasn’t until he felt a tap on his hand that he looked to Giovanni once more. It was probable that he began squeezing too tight the second he stopped looking, but there was no telling. Either way, his prey still had scraps of energy-- enough to speak to Azrael. They were words worth listening to, as well. Interest already piqued, the hand around his neck loosened generously this time. Azrael had already guessed that there were stronger residents, but to receive a confirmation from someone who has seemingly been here longer than himself was note-worthy in its own right. On the chance that Giovanni had knowledge on those he spoke of, he couldn’t rightfully be killed. A very good point driven home allowed for his life to be spared. “...Sufficient.” 

Hands framed the sides of Azrael’s face as the other continued speaking. Unflinching would the dog glare. Then, in one forceful motion, Giovanni was pried away from himself. 

“You will tell me more next we meet.” His voice unable to hide the excitement gave more of a command than a request. With an offer like this before him, there was no way Azrael wouldn’t find him again. Letting him rest up for now wasn’t a problem. The giant finally spun around, his jacket billowing in his breeze... and then he left without another word.    

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    The man wasn’t hard to miss, what with the mass of muscles and blue hair. Regardless, she wasn’t particularly intimidated, or rather didn’t think she should be. All manner of individuals resided in this city and slowly she was becoming less and less surprised. Still, maybe a little caution wouldn’t hurt, despite her bold nature she knew how to handle herself around unsavoury men and wouldn’t be too reckless. 

    “Excuse me sir? Helloo~?” Standing on tip toes to tap the man on the shoulder from behind to garner his attention. Even that was a bit of a struggle, their height difference was rather large. “You look like you can handle yourself,” that was probably an understatement. “Some thugs stole something of mine, I’d like to get it back, think you could help? I could pay you if you like,” since most wouldn’t do things free of charge. Honestly, if she were better equipped she could probably do it herself, but alas those scientists took all her materia save for the healing ones and a wooden staff wasn’t much use.

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Likely lost in contemplation would the dog be found with arms crossed amidst the linear concrete path. Brows furrowed and a steady scent of the area wafted into his nostrils. There was a maelstrom of aromas and the overall turnout could not be described as merely decent or terrible. The scent was just stagnant and heavy like nature post-rain. That was, until a more flowery smell came into the mix. It was considerably more potent, causing him to turn his head only to meet gentle taps against the shoulder. A burst of air pushed through his nose. When rotating in full to acknowledge the disturbance, a smaller feminine frame came into view. Her appearance was rather befitting of the voice.

In silence and through a hardened stare Azrael listened carefully to her words. As her situation was explained to him, a slow smirk crept along his lips. He was already curious at the mention of thugs. The rest of it was irrelevant, including the money. Yet...

“Intriguing.” He was only chasing excitement in this case. Whether or not it was to the woman’s benefit in the end didn’t make a difference, but he’d play along if she could show him a good time. Shoving hands into his pockets, he began to saunter off ahead of her. “Tell me all that you know, including your name.”       

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          there’s a scream, indicating that he’s punctured on of his eyes. a good sign that he’s done what he can to prevent him from completely destroying his chances at defeating him. if he wants a thorn in his side, giovanni plans to give him plenty that will make him think twice about trying his hand at fighting him bare-handed again. a foot presses against the man’s chest, giovanni crouched onto it for support as he can’t reach him from floor level while the pressure gives way to azrael’s agitation — but something sets in on his face and so his kick is momentarily successful. with a quick foot, he tries to dodge whatever damage he’ll be taking but it’s too late. 

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His movements came to a halt, and his once twisted, gleeful countenance now wore a frown. If the first blow to the man’s body didn’t do enough, this second one seemed to work more efficient than Azrael desired. An irritated huff of air passed through flared nostrils as the tower made his way over with drawn out and heavy paces.

Without too much trouble, Giovanni found his way to his feet, more concerned about the state of his glasses than his own health. Azrael grew even more aggravated with this, and impulsively a hand grabbed at the neck of his prey, reeling him in once more. He gave a once-over to the wounds as the quickly-cooling crimson liquid cascaded along his knuckles. 

“I couldn’t be assed to take responsibility for the belongings of a disappointment.” He’d growl. The closeness was enough for their temperatures to rise together. Face scrunching in a effort to reflect his shifting mood, digits squeezed and constricted Giovanni’s oxygen flow. “I beat you, so I claim my prize, right? Ain’t that how it goes?” He kept the hand maintaining his prey’s elevated position firm around his neck, dipping his head in to lap at the drying blood that stained fingers. Then, with an arm securing the other’s lower half for support, he was drawn in so Azrael could reach him better. His lips brushed over exposed flesh while holding his vice just enough so that Giovanni would not black out. Fangs bared, he bit directly into Giovanni. He was hasty to lap at the blood that pooled from the puncturing--even a drop going to waste was impermissible. The metallic tang spreading across his palate was delightful in an odd fashion. Not as delectable as the norm, however. It was plain enough to make Azrael squint. 

A glowing red glare hollowed into the Giovanni now. Azrael was ready to be done with this affair. As fast as it started, it was coming to a close. His prey didn’t seem to have much fight left in him, which was why the mad dog’s mood had become particularly negative in such an impromptu fashion. They were huddled under a cloak of darkness now, so he hadn’t a cause to raise his voice. A very hushed, hoarse tone in his words would cling to the other’s ears. “You haven’t satisfied me enough. I need a reason not to end your pitiful existence right here.”             

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I admittedly have been way too into one particular thread, but I can certainly use the interactions so would anyone else like a thread with Azrael? Please do give this a like! I'll cap out at five. Keep in mind that a lot of the time he antagonizes others-- it just depends on who the person is really. 

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          from one personality shift to the next, giovanni pursed his lips, unable to help but feel like this brawl is going to be partially one-sided. even then, he stands his ground while keeping himself calm enough to respond to him even after he releases all hope of reigniting a calm demeanor. it nearly reminds him of the past, those dogs struggling to be unleashed. biting and clawing their way to the surface, however he doesn’t suffer from whatever lily had before. but her inner turmoil was unshakably terrifying. even now he can’t exactly fully tap into that power.. though it would be useful at this current moment.

          pulling his hands from his pockets he shrugs much to his disdain. ” Do what you like, then. I don’t regret what I say. Whoever bits first wins, satisfied? ” a quirky smile rises from thin lips, a very faint battle stance — standing normally with the slight fact that his fingers are twitching with anticipation for a first move — but it comes to quickly. with a well-timed backstep, he manages to dodge the vicegrip to his neck; it’s only then that he realizes his mistake, this man isn’t going for his neck, he goes for his wrist instead. something that manages to tug him closer to this feral beast.

           a small noise catches between his teeth, tongue clicking lightly in his miscalculation. being pulled into a grip on his wrist only serves to irritate him as this man continues to drag him closer with little fight from giovanni. he’s just waiting for something to happen so he can recover from this little misstep. lips lock into a neutral frown, jaw tightening over the hot breath on his neck while he seemingly stares forward with disinterest. massive bellow in tow, giovanni takes the hit from the brick wall. it doesn’t break all the way, only cracks under the pressure of the brute force and his small back. caught in the wall, he manages to pull himself out enough to use the wall as a leverage to hop out of the crevice and towards azrael.

          it’s then that he pulls a hand back to go for his eyes. if he’s a brawler, he’ll need those to see, bloodlust or not, if one relies too much on their sight, it’s bound to impact the fight entirely. there’s a blur of hands clawing for his face; it’s almost an intimate motion as he coddles his cheeks in his palms, thumbs readying to gouge out his oculars in bare seconds. this reminds him of the memories of lily, doing the same to him. it’s odd, of all the things to start with, it’s one of the actions he almost instantly regrets trying to go through with. instead, he opts for something of an alternative. 

          attempting to crush his skull with both hands on either side of his face. fingers clench over his cheeks as his own bones crack from the sheer pressure and force he’s exerting to achieve this strength through the power of the spine — or at least whatever’s left of it. ” It’s been awhile since I’ve had to fight with my bare hands … ” the young male squints under his sunglasses, a wide grin painting his face with a will that only serves to jog his memory on how to function in a brawl without the use of guns. memories seep through slowly, unfortunately some of his memories are already dissipated and lost from so much head trauma but he still has his instinct. a strong, flowing instinct that he can’t bear to let go, not until his actual last dying breath. it’s this moment he brings a knee swiftly to his jaw in case of an attack before he can finish this sinister end.

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There was a sharp thud and then the adrenaline seemed to subside for only a moment. Bulky arms crossed over Azrael's chest, half in appreciation of his handiwork and the other half in imminent disappointment. After such a grand introduction, this encounter couldn't have ended this soon. It would leave the mad dog lusting after more after being disgusted at himself for picking such an unworthy opponent. Perhaps these feelings were rather premature, however. A low crumbling sound of the fractured red-stone denoted this, demanding all of the larger male's attention. His curiosity was beyond peaked, but not a single muscle budged. The feeling of his blood rushing in a current was laying on thick again, and for good purpose too. 

Keeping a satisfied bellow of a laugh contained was the least of the tyrant's concerns as his opponent charged in. Azrael did well to brace himself for what would ensue, keeping a firm footing and not even blinking to miss a second's glimpse of the other's position. Impulse screamed at him to knock the shit out of Giovanni, but even with all the muscle he had Azrael was efficient about his movements. It was all too obvious that he would miss, leaving him exposed to further assault. Tufts of blue fell into a milky ocean blur as he chose to fall on the defensive, doing well to keep up with the speed of the attacks oddly aimed for his eyes. A slightly shocked and lowered grunt rumbled. "Keh! You fight dirty?! GOOD! All the more--" 

Azrael's voice cutting off abruptly was a seldom occurrence. In the distraction of his words, a thumb managed make contact with his right eye as quickly as a snake going in for venomous bite. "GRAAAH! Shit!" 

There was a flash of white on that side, followed by an intense stinging pain. His eye clenched in response, not daring to open any sooner than the pain lessened. The other's hands then framed his face in that moment-- a gentle touch that would've been mistaken for a different type of contact if they weren't already locked in battle. The pressure from both ends picked up in an instant, to which Azrael would attempt to respond by driving his knee into the other's abdomen with full force. But Giovanni was quicker on the draw, rocking the head of the beast with enough momentum that he could almost taste the blood. No way would he allow it to end like this. Reeling back in a limited, narrowed arc of motion, Azrael mashed a fist into his face, sending shards and fragments of the man's shades scattering. With this, he was granted a bit of freedom for movement. 

"Woah, woah! Don't tell me you were going to end our fun so soon? We have yet to get to the best part!" His voice boomed in a heaving teasing manner whilst Azrael sauntered over to his downed foe. A boot to the head of someone already at his feet was bound to do some damage without finishing the man before it was time.  

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          after looking for a couple of word from some of the npc residents about the oddly powerful people in the city, he’s stumped. the search is now prolonged, leaving everything dry like summer heat. humid with agitation, sticky with the idea that there isn’t that many that hold the strength he’s looking for. roman torchwick comes to mind, a man that knows how to control those around him with a couple well-placed words and a sharpened mind that gives way to making his ideas come true. a symbol like that is what this search is for.. also for the people that might listen to him if hands are tied.

          giovanni holds back a sigh, leaning on a wall while thunderous footsteps make their way towards his vicinity. there’s a towering shadow that casts over him, a man that’s heads taller than he is with a grin like a feral beast.. a voice rolls with the body, a hardened rasp that’s loud enough to hear but not enough to over power — at least not as he stands now. there’s talk of teeth and blood. the faint adrenaline rushes, though he doesn’t flinch. simply, he pushes himself off of the wall he’s leaning against with all casual references and pulls his hands out of his pockets. there have been bigger enemies, though this man isn’t someone he deems stupid enough to charge straight on with a single-minded objective. still, giovanni’s straight face doesn’t falter as he speaks.

     " .. you want to … bite me? I dare you to even try, all that muscle mass must slow you down. "

          there isn’t even a fight to leave, just him standing in front of the man as he had intended to do so to him the moment he realized he was no coward. sluggish as his body might feel right now, maybe this will get his blood going and his heart pumping quickly enough to render a genuine flush of excitement he’s been looking for. killing isn’t as fun if the person in question doesn’t fight back, and this man is looking for prey to feed on. a man that believes he’s worthy of some sort of meal. teeth now baring in a small smile, the dog has come to the realization that there really isn’t any way out aside from easing this man into a humiliating defeat. there’s no escape.

      ” .. but what if I decline.. ? ” however, his smile says otherwise. there’s no fleeing this devourer, and he’s in it for the ride. strapped in, ready to go without a moment’s hesitation and already preparing his body for any striking blows or to sweep himself out of harm’s way should this man challenge his speed, strength, or anything else he might possess this very second. it’s rare to find someone that sniffs him out of a crowd — and without giving him a second thought to his tiny stature compared to this animal tearing his way into a brawl. with such a man nipping at his heels, how could he possibly say no? he couldn’t, not without an incredibly good reason.. now torn between knowing he doesn’t have much of a will and him animalistic senses telling him he has to maim this monster to prove a point … there is a fire, and one strong enough to allow azrael to attack.

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Whatever had drawn Azrael to this individual among the rest, whether it was a randomized encounter or the calling of a sixth sense-- this couldn't have been a mistake. Only the best of results could come of this haphazard meeting. The demeanor the male had about himself was enticing. The way in which he could remain casual with a boiling heat radiating from him attracted Azrael like a violence-crazed, blood-lusting moth to a spark smoldering and springing to life. This exhilaration elicited from what was merely the brief calm before the storm already set the death-bringer on edge. This was all too easy, but Azrael had been ready to play for quite some time.

"It's a dare I hope you won't end up regretting. As large as I appear, I don't think keeping up with you will be troublesome for me." The voice was a gruff one, coming off notably less smoother than normal in his uncontrollable desire to grab at the other. His tongue would glide across his teeth as if testing the sharpness of the tips. He then continued through a expectant smile. "But if you didn't surprise me, this wouldn't even be worth my time in the end. I'm hoping your flesh will curb my appetite for awhile!" He relinquished his grip on any tranquility he could have ever had, as even his hushed voice had become a lion's roar. There was a feeling akin to a click in the back of his mind, which was an odd sort of notification that his opponent's will for battle was present. With this, Azrael gave no time for further questioning as a large hand shot in, clasping around the other's wrist. A low chuckling rumbled from within the beast as he elevated Giovanni from his standing on the ground. He brought the male closer to his face, puffing hot breaths on his neck-- bringing fangs close... 

"Do us both a favor and DON'T DIE ON ME TOO SOON!" Tossing his nameless foe toward the brick wall he was just leaning against was hardly difficult now, after all.

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malefeci

A wild, towering mess of cobalt and pearl made his way through the busy streets, plodding as he did. Learning that he would be residing here for a currently undefined period of time did little to bother him. In fact, in opposition to most that were thrown into the loop, this powerhouse --Azrael-- actually had an optimism that bordered maniac levels. All he required in any given situation was a cocky enemy with a will to fight him so that they would be brought to their knees by his bare hands. For this, he currently searched.

There weren't many who even dared to show themselves breathing the same air he did, let alone want to fight him. Standing at a massive six feet and six inches of overwhelming and well-chiseled muscle, it was hard to blame to them. Pitiful, but the mice weren't worthy of his time anyway. Fiery crimsons darted about, scanning the heads of those who (for the most part) fell beneath his immediate line of sight. An abnormality, a large weapon, an immense aura-- anything providing tell-tale signs of even an appetizer for him did not present itself. And man, was he hungry. 

With a bit of a prolonged search, Azrael found himself standing before a younger male-- a teen in his eyes if he were asked for specifics. The large frame blocked the blonde's path with an eerie smile creeping on.

"Isn't this a change of pace? You seem different from the small fry, kid, and you don't run from me. Keh... Looks like I found somethin' worth sinking my teeth into!"  

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