Bang!

@giddyupcowboy

[RETIRED FROM RPING!!] Ey, the name's Bing. It ain't that threatenin', I know. But, don't underestimate someone cuz their name is shit. Level 3050 n' countin', baby! I've got the best damn eyes in this place, n' i could see an attack comin' from miles away! N' as an added bonus, I got a buncha ladies swoonin' n' linin' up to get a piece'a me! So it's best ya' bow that lil' head of yers n' submit! ((Indie RP blog for the Gunner class from the games Disgaea 2, 3, 4 and D2. M!As and smut are accepted. Expect foul language! ))

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(( Let’s just say Bing just gave up and is just cooped up somewhere with his own awful emotions or something and refuses to leave. That seems reasonable. ))

(( If ya’ wanna talk I guess I can check here sometimes, though. No RPing cause it’s draining. ))

Retiring from this blog (+ some Bing stuff)

(( Hey, so uh.

I'm not really up for RPing anymore. As much as I love this character.... It's tough. It's hard staying active and being motivated to do anything. I'm officially retiring from this, I guess. But I won't just abandon it without saying more about our beloved Bing, so here we go.

Bing's been going a whole while surpressing devestation from his last interaction with his brother. His brother never though him to be strong enough, and when Bing reincarnated from thief to gunner his brother thought it to be a stupid choice. Schi, while also a gunner, said it was a poor choice. It was hard to become "strong", and it took time. And he believed Bing didn't have the willpower to do so. Schi dismissed Bing entirely. Schi told Bing to never bother him again.

Bing spent a long time, pretending it was fine. He travelled elsewhere. Took up home elsewhere. Got stronger elsewhere. He still felt awful about himself. But he pretended to feel good. He pretended he was all that and a bag of chips, and by god, he kind of believed it. Being a narcissist felt better than being a self-loathing reject, right?

But of course, you can't get through it all faking it. He'd relapse, hating himself again, treating himself like shit and not being snarky. In his mind repeatedly asking himself what he did wrong, why he couldn't be better, why his fucking brother could be so much better than him. There's not much more to it, I wanted to see where I could go from that. But like Bing, I'm weak-willed in the long run. Couldn't really handle doing it.

Maybe I'll come back in the future? For now, though, it's a heartfelt goodbye. See ya', n' don't ya' cry t'much. It ain't demon-like t'cry. ))

(( I’m not finding myself awake and alert, will do my reply tomorrow.. Guh... ))

It was obvious Bing was a little off-put. After all, seeing other gunners was always kinda weird for him. Placing his hands on his hips and looking at Asagi, he motioned towards the owner with a head movement.

“Yer orderin’.”

The owner of the establishment, whose name was Jackson, rolled his eyes, though he still had a grin on his face. “One o’ them ‘edgy’ sorts, are ya? Well, don’t worry yerself too much, you can crawl in yer skin all ya want.”

“Now is not the time, Jackson… Just load on anything edible that you can think of, I’m starving!”

“…Right, I get ya. One ‘everything’ comin’ up. Set yerself wherever…”

Bing sat at the nearest table, careless enough to make his chair creak under him. He removed his hat and, surprisingly, dropped it on the floor beside him as if it were nothing. A gloved hand made it’s way to run back through his hair before he set his arms on the tabletop.

“I’m guessin’ you come to this place a bit?”

“Pizza? Aight then…” Not his usual selection for food, but he wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t bad and he wasn’t even paying. He grabbed his hat, which had been resting on the couch arm, and donned the signature clothing item. “Lead th’ way.”

One march and very confusing method of entrance later, they entered the pizzeria just as an angel was leaving. He seemed very lost and confused, all things considered. Oh well, not their problem!

The owner was upfront for a change, looking very proud of himself.

“Heheh… Yet another victory fer the Peppeoni Mafia! Howdy, Asagi.”

It was obvious Bing was a little off-put. After all, seeing other gunners was always kinda weird for him. Placing his hands on his hips and looking at Asagi, he motioned towards the owner with a head movement.

“Yer orderin’.”

“Go somewhere? Hrn….” Bing took a second to decide, lying still on the couch, before getting to his feet. “Aight, I’ll do it.” He hadn’t really noticed until now, but he was actually pretty hungry. In fact, as if to make a point, his stomach grumbled as he thought about it. “… Don’t expect me t’pay ya’ back fer it, though.”

Asagi saw it for what it was, of course. Though why he was even trying to preserve what shreds of dignity that he had left , she had no idea. She had already determined that things had been going terribly for him, and he was actually accepting her help!

“I wouldn’t expect you to, it’s not much of a demon thing… Come on, I know a great place for pizza!”

“Pizza? Aight then...” Not his usual selection for food, but he wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t bad and he wasn’t even paying. He grabbed his hat, which had been resting on the couch arm, and donned the signature clothing item. “Lead th’ way.”

“Oh, lunch? If ya’ gotta know, I had half a… Er, nah, that was yesterday. I ain’t sure… Had somethin’, fer sure.” Speaking out loud helped him be aware of how distant his mind had been, but if that was good or bad wasn’t apparent. At the moment, it made his chest feel a bit heavy. “… What ‘bout yer lunch, eh?”

So to summarize, he hadn’t eaten anything whatsoever today. She expected as much, really, but it was still rather disheartening to learn. Just what had happened to Bing? Was he always like this and she had just failed to notice?

“I… Haven’t actually eaten yet. Wanna go somewhere and eat? I’ve got the HL!”

“Go somewhere? Hrn....” Bing took a second to decide, lying still on the couch, before getting to his feet. “Aight, I’ll do it.” He hadn’t really noticed until now, but he was actually pretty hungry. In fact, as if to make a point, his stomach grumbled as he thought about it. “... Don’t expect me t’pay ya’ back fer it, though.”

#a useless attempt to kinda still seem tough

“Cleanin’ seems a bit pointless now, so I guess we could jus’ talk. Whaddaya got on that mind of yers?” He moved his head to look at Asagi again, though his eyes still seemed a bit dull. Unfocused, the opposite of what a normal sharp-eyed gunner should have.

And now Asagi had to focus. She was usually quite blunt when she was telling the truth, so she had to watch herself even more than a better-adjusted woman would.

“Mm~ Mostly the usual. Stuff you wouldn’t care to hear a word of, really…”

“Um, what did you eat for lunch…?”

“Oh, lunch? If ya’ gotta know, I had half a... Er, nah, that was yesterday. I ain’t sure... Had somethin’, fer sure.” Speaking out loud helped him be aware of how distant his mind had been, but if that was goood or bad wasn’t apparent. At the moment, it made his chest feel a bit heavy. “... What ‘bout yer lunch, eh?”

“Yeah, yeah. ‘Ey, ya’ plannin’ on doin’ anythin’ here? There ain’t nothin’ excitin.” Bing didn’t wish for her to leave, really, but hanging out in this dump didn’t seem like a fun passtime. Especially for someone who didn’t spend most of their time there.

“I dunno, I guess? What I’d normally do wouldn’t appeal to you, so…” Even she realized that there was a time, place, and a person to have intercourse with, and Bing was a firm no in all categories at the moment.

“I could help you clean the place up a bit, or just sit and talk if you want.”

“Cleanin’ seems a bit pointless now, so I guess we could jus’ talk. Whaddaya got on that mind of yers?” He moved his head to look at Asagi again, though his eyes still seemed a bit dull. Unfocused, the opposite of what a normal sharp-eyed gunner should have.

“I guess.” Bing lifted a hand and seemed to reach for the carton of cigarettes on the table, before changing his mind and settling it back down “You jus’ gonna stand there, or somethin’? There’s chairs n’ shit. Y’know. To sit on.”

Asagi took one look at the surrounding chairs before deciding that there was no chance in hell of her sitting down on one of the decrepit things. Instead, she plopped down on the floor where she wouldn’t get poked in the butt and have the whole thing collapse in on her. “I know what they’re for, Bing. Believe it or not, I do exist in modern society.”

“Yeah, yeah. ‘Ey, ya’ plannin’ on doin’ anythin’ here? There ain’t nothin’ excitin.” Bing didn’t wish for her to leave, really, but hanging out in this dump didn’t seem like a fun passtime. Especially for someone who didn’t spend most of their time there.

#short reply bc im braindead

“…. I believe that.” His sight was now set on the ceiling. He stayed like that a moment, squinting and focusing on his home’s structure, before letting out a sigh deep as an ocean trench. “This place looks like shit, don’t it? Utter shit. At least th’ couch is soft.”

So soft, in fact, that he didn’t seem to want to get off of the damn thing.

Asagi didn’t blame him for his reluctance to move in the slightest. The place was a dump, and it was getting trashier and trashier as the days rolled on. She was finding the couch very tempting, and was tempted to join her comrade.

“It… Could be worse?”

“I guess.” Bing lifted a hand and seemed to reach for the carton of cigarettes on the table, before changing his mind and settling it back down “You jus’ gonna stand there, or somethin’? There’s chairs n’ shit. Y’know. To sit on.”

“Friends? Huh.” Deciding to be done with his cigarette, he snuffed it out on the couch cushion and tossed it to the floor. It fell on top of a nice little pile of cigarette butts. “Yeah, I’ve been… out. Busy… No, not busy. Occupyin’ m’self? Somethin’ like that. I’m jus’ too tired fer that right now.”

The deadbeat demon went from sitting upright to lying down across the sofa, hands coming to rest on his bare abdomen. In this position, it was easy to tell he had been neglecting to keep his muscles toned, though they weren’t gone.

“Ya’ ain’t gonna pull any funny shit, eh?”

Asagi decided to let his skepticism fly without comment. She had been a bit too much of a troll to him beforehand, and so she couldn’t bring herself to blame him for doubting her. She’d be doubting him if the roles had been reversed, and she had a strong hunch that she was the more forgiving one.

The succubus tried not to cringe as Bing attempted to sit up straight… And it didn’t work out too well. Her eyes avoided his body rather conspicuously, and instead glanced at the television. She was almost surprised to find that it was actually working properly instead of being a field of static… Though she doubted that he was paying the slightest attention to the Netherworld Shopping Network.

“No, I’m not.”

“.... I believe that.” His sight was now set on the ceiling. He stayed like that a moment, squinting and focusing on his home’s structure, before letting out a sigh deep as an ocean trench. “This place looks like shit, don’t it? Utter shit. At least th’ couch is soft.”

So soft, in fact, that he didn’t seem to want to get off of the damn thing.

Bing seemed entirely caught off guard, jolting up when Asagi spoke. The cigarette almost fell out of his mouth as he changed posture with a sudden jerky movement. His feet came to rest on the floor rather than the table.

“Oh, hey, hey…” He ran a hand through his messy hair, gaze now resting on the familiar face rather than nothing at all. His dark circles under his eyes seemed even darker than before. “… I gotta fix the lock on th’ front door. Whaddaya doin’ here?” Strange as the gunner’s accent was in the first place, it was distinctly more slurred now, a half mumble as he asked his question.

Asagi was under the impression that he was either terribly drunk or had just finished crying. And by his face, he’d been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately no matter which was actually the case… That wasn’t good. Had something happened to him while he was god-knows-where? She’d have to pry if she wanted to know, but she’d have to be subtle about it. He’d just throw a fit if he realized that she was trying to get inside his head…

“I, uh, heard that somebody was in your house again, and they matched your description. I came by to say hello and welcome you back. We’re friends, after all!”

“Friends? Huh.” Deciding to be done with his cigarette, he snuffed it out on the couch cushion and tossed it to the floor. It fell on top of a nice little pile of cigarette butts. “Yeah, I’ve been... out. Busy... No, not busy. Occupyin’ m’self? Somethin’ like that. I’m jus’ too tired fer that right now.”

The deadbeat demon went from sitting upright to lying down across the sofa, hands coming to rest on his bare abdomen. In this position, it was easy to tell he had been neglecting to keep his muscles toned, though they weren’t gone.

“Ya’ ain’t gonna pull any funny shit, eh?”

#I'm completely out of it an chrome doesn't wanna download extensions #bear with me here #and my uncut shit

Though Bing never lead an organized lifestyle, it was apparent it had gone a little… downhill, during the past few months. As time went on, the demon’s state of mind seemed to deteriorate. Not due to the booze, nor the cigarettes, as he had grown accustom to the substance abuse. Rather, keeping things pent up took a toll on him.

The usually snarky gunner was, at first glance, doing the usual. Ass sat down on the couch, a cigarette between his lips, and feet propped up on his messy coffee table. But, regardless of how laid back this position seemed, his posture was strangely stiff. His sharp eyes seemed dull, unfocused. His usual fixation on the T.V. or the mirror was absent. He was far away from himself. Detached.

This was abnormal behavior for a demon like himself, but he was far off enough that he didn’t notice.

Asagi had heard that Bing was once again in town and come to say hello. She was in one of the liveliest periods of her life to date! Sure, there had been the Etna mishap recently, and she had almost died while robbing a bank several months ago, but for the most part things had been going swimmingly. If she had her fans back, she would have called it something akin to paradise.

Silently opening the front door, her eyes scanned the room for the Gunner. His house had only gotten shabbier since he had left town for what seemed like the tenth time, and in the time that he was gone, the roof had begun to fall in. It was a sorry sight, but it was largely his own fault for neglecting repairs.

What was even sadder, however, was the man himself. The succubus had been stealthy with her entrance, true, but she was standing right in front of him when she finally found him, and he didn’t seem to notice her presence in the slightest.

“…Bing? Bing, are you with me here, Bing? Helloooooo?”

Bing seemed entirely caught off guard, jolting up when Asagi spoke. The cigarette almost fell out of his mouth as he changed posture with a sudden jerky movement. His feet came to rest on the floor rather than the table.

“Oh, hey, hey...” He ran a hand through his messy hair, gaze now resting on the familiar face rather than nothing at all. His dark circles under his eyes seemed even darker than before. “... I gotta fix the lock on th’ front door. Whaddaya doin’ here?” Strange as the gunner’s accent was in the first place, it was distinctly more slurred now, a half mumble as he asked his question.

#with tumblr's new bullshit i dont know how to shorten replies damn

Though Bing never lead an organized lifestyle, it was apparent it had gone a little… downhill, during the past few months. As time went on, the demon’s state of mind seemed to deteriorate. Not due to the booze, nor the cigarettes, as he had grown accustom to the substance abuse. Rather, keeping things pent up took a toll on him.

The usually snarky gunner was, at first glance, doing the usual. Ass sat down on the couch, a cigarette between his lips, and feet propped up on his messy coffee table. But, regardless of how laid back this position seemed, his posture was strangely stiff. His sharp eyes seemed dull, unfocused. His usual fixation on the T.V. or the mirror was absent. He was far away from himself. Detached.

This was abnormal behavior for a demon like himself, but he was far off enough that he didn’t notice.

#if you guys didnt seeeee

Though Bing never lead an organized lifestyle, it was apparent it had gone a little... downhill, during the past few months. As time went on, the demon’s state of mind seemed to deteriorate. Not due to the booze, nor the cigarettes, as he had grown accustom to the substance abuse. Rather, keeping things pent up took a toll on him.

The usually snarky gunner was, at first glance, doing the usual. Ass sat down on the couch, a cigarette between his lips, and feet propped up on his messy coffee table. But, regardless of how laid back this position seemed, his posture was strangely stiff. His sharp eyes seemed dull, unfocused. His usual fixation on the T.V. or the mirror was absent. He was far away from himself. Detached.

This was abnormal behavior for a demon like himself, but he was far off enough that he didn’t notice.

#open rp maybe if u want

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