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 “Get fucked.”

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betrayou‌:

If you can’t run then stay still, ( no matter how frightening ).  He keeps his eyes fix on unnaturally red hues instead, unnaturally strange being, unnatural.  But he’s calmer ? No, barely. The mafioso merely pulls himself together, steadies himself with what might come. If there was anything he learned from going back and forth from verse to verse, timeline to timeline that sometimes it was best to just be with the enemy.   ❝  Shoichi Irie, it’s uh…. ❞  A pause, before finally offering a hand ( Brave ? or stupid ? Perhaps both ? )   ❝  I hope it would be…a nice meeting. ❞  Nice meeting, almost laughable really but he says it anyway. 

God is a frog and the dawn comes , sooner then expected and the night was much later then Godbrand had anticipated. The sun, oh how it rises slowly like a ascending monarch. Everything about it, anticipated, and welcomed. He glances from the sun, to his new prey, he will remember that name. Provided he could actually remember it. 

He gives one shake, full of force enough to leave a bruise before he runs, descending deeper into the darkness of which he came. 

Enough. 

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betrayou‌:

❝  Because you don’t need me. ❞  Undeniably threatened but he had been in a similar situation, had people look at him like that.  ( maybe even worst ) , had people want to kill him and somehow despite his meager appearance he managed. He always does, unfortunately.   Shoichi tries to steady himself, meeting his gaze and trying to discern what type of monster this was.  ❝  Is there something you need ?  ❞     a strangely diplomatic voice, when was the last time he spoke like that ? Like he was sure of himself ?  

 “Your right. And if I drink your blood now, I might get the shits.” crudely said, much different from his threatening posture a few seconds ago, but he leans over the young man, his eyes glowing under the darkness. Red, red, its b blood red. Can you be frightened of something that shouldn’t by all accounts, exist?

 “Well all your money, but I figured thats impossible right now. Your blood, maybe.” he takes a step back. 

 “A name so I can know my future live stock?”

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aurelsabre‌:

“I’m a doppelganger. My shapeshifting’s pretty weak that the gods here took them away from me.” Narberal was completely focused on magic than being true to her kind. Doppelgangers in her world were quite, eggly weird in terms of looks. “None saw what i truly looked like as much as i want to show it to you.”

She’d really wished to do that since she’s not the type to hide her looks since it’s pretty useless. “I’ve been wondering their reactions though if i revert myself back to what i truly looked like.”

 “Fear I guess. humans fear what they don’t understand. Though I suppose thats true for everything, its not limited to humans...” he shows his rare insight by saying so, his voice coming out a bit crankier then he would have preferred. But if she can’t do it, who was he to say otherwise?

 “Hey, bones. You her clan leader or something? Your getup is way too big and impractical to be a scout or soldier for that matter.”

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aurelsabre‌:

“Independent, i see.” Ainz barely understood right there. In Spirale, there is no such thing as Kings here, prior to himself in Narberal’s world as one of the powerful rulers of the New World. He’s really not against those preferred to be lone wolves since company sometimes annoying. “Understandable.”

“I would have hit with my wooden sword with your rude words to my lord, But i will let this pass for now.” Narberal, like anyone from Nazarick would attack anyone if someone berates the Overlord. But times like this, she needs to be civil.

His eyes glance barely at Narberal, seeing the hypocrisy in that , but its only a minor thing and he’s not one to dig himself deep into holes. His attention sorely focused now on the younger one. 

 “So you don’t have claws or anything like that do you?” his claws extend, downwards but to show how sharp and long they are, enough to cut through the throat of anyone who fights him and is human shaped. 

“None of you smell human so why-

Points at Narberal. 

 “The charade?”

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betrayou‌:

He feels like like his chest is going to BURST. —- He shouldn’t have ran, definitely shouldn’t have ran & still there is a kind of stubbornness in him or rather perhaps it was a kind of bad habit ?  ( The boy has the audacity to feel annoyed in the midst of danger. )    ❝  Could you just ❞  A harsh exhale, still struggling to breath a little.  ❝ Leave ?  ❞

 “Why....” 

Claws tipped upwards, nearly touching the throat holding precious blood that Godbrand oh so coveted. His demeanour suddenly looking serious as his eyes look straight into the young man. Every part of him screamed predator, and one that liked to play with his food no less. 

 “Should I do that?”

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derflugeldesengels‌:

If Licht had been in a bad mood before, he was pissed off now. This demon didn’t even seem to fight back and just kept taunting him! 

“Damn bastard.” He threw another kick at him, determined to make him regret mocking him.

Godbrand is not smart. That is for certain, and yet , and yet. There is something in these movements, sure he could rush in but a angel? Fake ones at that he suppose, are limited in moves just as he is. until he can figure out the limits, test the other, he must keep surviving, stacking the defence more and more. 

 “Come on! Is that all of it your holiness? I expected more from a angeal, don’t tell me this is all your god can make?”

More dodging this time, his entire body balanced on a telephone pole now. It looked rather fragile. 

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derflugeldesengels‌:

“Well I was going to purify you but after comparing being an angel to being a pigeon, I’ll just kill you.” How great! He was hoping for a fight anyway. It was the most normal thing he’d done since arriving in this island.

More quickly than one would think a human could be capable of moving, Licht jumped and aimed a kick at the demon’s chest. 

And he gets kicked into the walls!!!! looking more unbothered then in pain, even Carmilla kicked harder then that! But a smile on his face begins to grow as he stands up again. Foot imprint on his chest. 

 “What happened to your so called holiness? Ran out of juice?!” arms spread wide he taunts the other to attack again! 

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derflugeldesengels‌:

@godbraaaand liked for an Event starter!

Although Licht was glad to have his “angelic weapon” back, he had no one to show it to. He wasn’t speaking to his partner, so he simply jumped around the city looking for something to do. 

Eventually the self proclaimed angel found himself face to face with a large stranger, who gave Licht the impression he was a demon.

“Are you a demon?” If he answered yes, Licht would use his newly returned Lead to pick a fight. He was in a terrible mood and needed someone to fight with.

“Well isn’t that rude. Its like me saying are you a pigeon.” angels = pigeons. they don’t have much smarts do they? Well thats what he is thinking right now, seeing how angelic it all is. 

Arms cross but claws are opened for all to see , he looks, ready to fight. 

 “Ya going to try and kill me or lecture me to death about being holy and abomination?”

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neurvelist‌:

❝ Oh, look at you. Being all fond of humans. How touching, ❞ only a little bit of teasing with a good measure, that was a part of him, hard to resist and suppress. More often than not it’s got him into trouble and teasing a vampire might not have been the brightest idea, yet here he was.

❝ Unless every vampire is like you, which you may allow me to doubt, then the only thing disappointing me is that I met you first. Not what I expected, I must say. Could use less of those claws and your rather clear alcohol problem but frankly, could be worse. Challenging to imagine, but there is always worse. You, however, are going to top that list. For now. Until I meet someone who’ll make you appear as a loveable, harmless kitten. Perhaps the creators of this all, dragging us here to be their playthings. Pains me more than your fangs could – before you do anything regrettable, this wasn’t a challenge. ❞

He wasn’t’ fond of humans due to their humanity. He was fond of humans because they were his food.  the difference in that is plain obvious when he looks like he just glossed over whatever Draco just said right now, as if not even thinking of Draco as a proper intelligent being and just live stock to drink from. But he is fool right now so the need for blood is less. 

 “Their not. I’m just better. every vampire needs a good set of claws , otherwise its plain impractical attacking with only your teeth. Stupid too.” if anything he finds this pig image of vampires to be laughable at best. 

He pauses.

Thinks. 

Then he shakes his head. 

 “Good luck with that. I’ll bet ...something good. If you find a vampire tougher looking then me.”

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betrayou‌:

Did he just call him LIVESTOCK ?  —— No, no Shoichi Irie  REFUSES to deal with anymore dangerous freaks, a handful of people is enough, he doesn’t need a cannibalistic old man adding himself on that list as well.  ❝  No!  ❞     Yes,  the ginger spins on his heels and make a run for it. Is he physically healthy enough  to run for long ?  Probably not —— his expertise was never on combat or anything remotely physical after all.  

Is this the anime experience of a horror story? Possibly. With his speed and most of his strength intact [in fact Godbrand strength is just average by vampire standards] Godbrand easily overtakes the human, coming to a full stop in front. 

 “Well thats just rude. Why the hurry.”

man those claws look sharp. 

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neurvelist‌:

The other almost appeared harmless other than being a rather big man with very possible vampire abilities, including being able to snap Matei in half, clean tear his head off or pin him down to put him out of his misery drop of blood by another drop. If he looked it that way, the danger was still not gone, his guards weren’t just yet lowered. His interest, on the other hand, it was fully caught by this undead viking.

❝ Coffins have got class but that’s something you wouldn’t understand, taken you are… ❞ vague words, followed by a vague gesture at the other, his entire self. All that, miles away from any sort of elegance. ❝ ...you. ❞

❝ Delightful. That would be the curse of bartending, my friend. The scent of those drinks tends to linger. You would know after that fair amount you have had. If you are trying to get a few free rounds, I have bad news: even if I were still on my shift, you’d stand no chance. You are anything but charming and threats don’t work with me. No freeloaders with me behind the counter. Is paying money too cheap for an undead like you? Because stealing is fine by your terms, I see. ❞ 

 “Coffins are too annoying, and impractical now. They should just find a mat and unroll it.” arguments on the benefits of a coffin put aside for now, he has no patience for coffins being... him. They are heavy, useless on a rainy day and someone could possibly bury them when their not looking, making them hazards on a bad day. He’s still hugging the barrel like a life preserver though. 

  “Only vampires who really hate humans, use coffins.” was there a correlation? Perhaps when you want to put the fear of god into people but vampires these days like using the usual beds as a place of rest with four posters and a nice fur blanket under it. Or maybe thats just him. 

One hand unclenches from the barrel, showing the claws that are there. He didn’t even bother to sheath them at all. 

  “Not what your expecting huh bartender. Do I disappoint your image of a vampire? tough titty.”

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 “Wry......

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neurvelist‌:

Once you are a bartender, you get used scenes anyone who’s not drinking the night away can be safe from. Fights, blood, sobbing, the lowest of mankind even. Now, he has seen worse than a snoring guy with a… was that a barrel? How intriguing – not even an hour ago his co-worker mentioned they might be missing a barrel, then it was forgotten about in the rush. When he approached the other, it wasn’t about the money. It was to prove him wrong who he can mess with but…something caught his attention. Fangs? Could that be..?

Yes, well, that would cause a problem or two. Now that he took a second glance, a more careful one, even in the dark he could tell his skin was pale and there was an unmistakable smell of beer and blood. Not fresh blood either, no… the smell of someone who has been consuming blood. Another step closer to him, reducing the distance but carefully. There was only one thing off about the scene – the snoring. It was Matei’s first time to see a classic vampire up close but any decent writer who ever wrote in that genre knew vampires didn’t necessarily need air… in fiction, anyway. But snoring? Not a chance. Quick conclusion: this man was either not a vampire or it was a trap he walked right into and running was no option, he’d be caught upon and hunted down in a brief second. Instead, Matei stayed vigilant, muscles flexed, his hand reaching for his disrupter – if the other were to jump on him, he’d get a shocking surprise.

❝ Too drunk to find your coffin, pal? ❞

The snoring stops right away, the game is up and Godbrand feels absolutely bored now that someone has figured out what he was doing. The fact that vampires could be so common in a area like this makes his mind boggle, but not for long since he isn’t the type to question the deep things on this island. like that giant hole in the middle, he thinks its a bad place to be so its a end discussion on the hole itself. Eyes open, golden liquid stares at the vampire nerd , not even acknowledging their humanity, just thinking, this live stock is smarter then most, at least. 

 “I’m a fucking viking. We don’t do coffins and I’m no cheap undead.” 

 The barrel was dropped to the ground, completely hollow as he wipes the remains off his hand. his face still unbelievably blank after all that hubbub. Well if this city was going to not hunt vampires at first sight then he might as well welcome it with open arms. 

 “Got any more of those barrels? You reek of them.”

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betrayou‌:

First surprised, then disgust,   then after that ?  Shoichi Irie decided he won’t be wandering around any more quiet alleyways ; it was the voice though that triggered the instinct to RUN though somehow the ginger haired youth still ( dared ) manage to respond.   ❝  Uh… yeah e-excuse me then. ❞  He was just, gonna back away slowly & pretend he didn’t see that. It wasn’t his business anyway, was it ? 

They alleyway had a really strong sense of blood, but he suppose as much as he lacks subtlety with his actions, he decides to make it worse, throwing the thing until it lands right in front of the new body. its graphic nature making whatever blood remained, spilling into the streets. Thankfully there wasn’t much left, but it looked like a dried husk of whatever body part you you imagined it was. 

 “Going somewhere? Livestock.”

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willflxwer‌:

Meraki feels herself, in spirit, raise a finger and lowering it. A couple of those first few statements in tandem were…nevermind.

“Some pretty good points there. Ones that are hardly a coincidence on the part of our current overseers.” Even discounting the strange feeling ‘native’ inhabitants, the sizeable active population did not suggest much in the way of migration. “I’d be interested in that map either way. Rare I’m *this* far afield of anywhere I’m familiar with.” Especially since from her perspective she was previously, on some level, everywhere to a point.

Bigot. 

  “Can’t even find a fucking map for the seas. Can’t I, after all I just-

in frustration he looks for the nearest piece of drift wood, closes his claws around it and throws it a good distance away and turns back. Without noticing that piece of drift wood had hit someone across the entire beach and knock them down without remorse to the head. 

Vampires. 

“I heard of uncharted islands but this is ridiculous.”

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willflxwer‌:

The goddess had been keeping an eye on this one for a short while. She wasn’t absolutely sure about such things in her current state, but something about their gaze felt quite concerning. Thankfully his proclamation raised questions of a slightly less alarming nature.

“Not sure I would’ve taken you for a shipwright.” She casually announces her reply seated not far from him. “But then, people kinda seems surprised that I’m one too.” It…definitely wasn’t a lie per se. She was fully capable of being such, at least. “There’s always more than appearances eh?” She of all beings would know. In some ways less so at the moment, but always in most.  

 “I’m a fucking viking. I can make boats out of everything.”

even people but thats too graphic to show right now without some sort of catalysmic event that involves zombies. A boat made of zombies is horrible because they bloat too easily as well. 

 “Just can’t stand moving water so well. And I don’t even know where the heck this island is. Even if i finish this boat, where am I suppose to go without a fucking map!?”