Admiral Nincompoop

Roleplay blog for Kamui from Gintama. Affiliated with Knights Vocation. Master of Archer class servant, Vanille.

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Insanity is always good [event/open]

Through the dark murkiness that engulfed his eyes, a sense of numbness clouded his mind. Momentarily, he felt he couldn't breathe as waves of sickness threatened to push forward the contents of his stomach. Grogginess drained his body of his strength, as if some force was pulling him downwards. An annoying buzz droned in his ears; the first signs of him losing consciousness was upon him. 

Suddenly, Kamui was hit with a new force. Taking a moment to realize what it was, he let out a small gasp as his mana increased extensively. Rage and hatred followed, enveloping his mind with irrational wrath. A new level of blood thirst awakened in him, so powerful that he felt the tender strings keeping his mind from falling into insanity snapping, destroying every last ounce of reason within him. The murderous blood of the Yato that ran through his veins screamed for release, urging him to answer its call. 

Slouching over, the admiral stumbled a bit before regaining his balance as the last bit of nausea dissipated. The city at night was eerily quiet, as if in terror of the newborn madness. Eyes closed, he lifted one hand slowly to his face, his breath slightly ragged with excitement. 

Without any warning, Kamui shot open his eyes, allowing the faint moonlight to create a maddening gleam on the whites of his eyes, all the while filling the city with his raucous laughter, dripping with insanity. Only one word ran through his head, screeching loudly in the dark recesses of his mind. 

Kill.

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The admiral arrives [intro/open]

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Kat stopped in her tracks.  

She could barely make out the shape of someone standing up ahead… although every fiber of her being was telling her that it was more of a someTHING.  Not like any Nevi she’d ever encountered — those may have been dangerous, but not one of them exuded such suffocating bloodlust as this.  Kat readied herself, calling Dusty to her side and assuming a battle stance… but the almost palpable, tangible wave of killing intent coming from a short ways in front of her took care of that in no time.  

  Her brain’s fight-or-flight reflex (not that she ever listened much to it anyway) was SCREAMING at her to run, run, RUN as far and as fast as she could — and that’s what she did.  She could tell that this wasn’t an opponent she could win against, so without a second thought, she shifted into a low hover and fell towards the side of a building a good distance away — yet no matter how far and how fast she fell, the wave of pure unquenchable bloodthirst was there, right behind her at ever breath.

“I… I don’t want to die…” she stammered under her breath.  ”I haven’t even found out why I’m here…  help me, Dusty…”

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Kamui kept a steady pace towards the hidden stranger before him, not losing his sight of them for one moment. Even though they were trying their best to hide, it was difficult to lose him completely. Focusing on his target, he confidently moved through the completely darkened streets of Fuyuki City without hesitation. 

Taking notice of the small shoulders and long hair, he immediately assumed it was probably a girl. He almost felt disappointed -- Kamui had always adhered to his rule of not harming women and children, with a few exceptions. After all, they could grow into fine warriors, women bearing strong children and children maturing into powerful fighters. Then again, it was a war after all. No harm would be done in harming a few women and children. There were many, many people in the world. And if this girl was weak enough, she couldn't possibly give birth to strong children, right? Adding on a whole slew of more excuses for himself to kill people, he quickly covered the distance in between them, pausing just a few feet away. 

"You must be good at hide and seek, right?" Kamui called out. Very slowly, he lifted one foot and placed it a step closer and closer to her, maddeningly slow, torturing her with his own essence of bloodthirst. 

"Let's play hide and seek, little girl. You can hide, and I'll try to find you, okay? You have the whooooole city to run around in!" He exclaimed, lifting up his arms and expanding them outward to emphasize his point. 

"So you better run and hide while you can," he whispered, giving off a smile that was ravenous for blood.

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The admiral arrives [intro/open]

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Just as she was about to get away scott-free, the man’s arm came down on her shoulder.

“Huh?”

Vanille immediately turned her head in shock, an expression on her face showed the same. He didn’t buy it at all. The Pulsian listened to what he had to say, he wasn’t as nice as she expected. Shaking his hand off her shoulder, she walked back a short distance with her hands covering her mouth. She was distraught. This person was her master… and was this what it was like to be part of this Grail War?

She refused to accept it as her fate; she continued to play dumb. She wasn’t going to hurt people for no reason, nor was she going to agree to mass killing! Holding her hands together, she looked down and away slightly from her “Master”

“How do you… know my name?

I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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"Why so confused?" Kamui smiled down at her, patting her shoulder with a friendly manner. "Didn't you say the theatre was a great place to go to? Why, I bet we could have lots of fun there!" Twirling his umbrella about playfully, he placed his hand thoughtfully on his chin, as if deep in thought, but more so thinking of ways to toy with this girl's innocent mind. "Act one would begin with starting the battle, act two would have the hero's intestines ripped out, act three would have his body being ravaged by savage cannibals, act four would end with a great big massacre of everyone on stage being annihilated to nothing more than scraps of flesh and bone!" 

Laughing, he turned to face his servant again, amused by her bewildered expression of fear and that persistant reluctancy to mindlessly kill her opponents without rhyme or reason. "Of course you know what I'm talking about! I'm your master and we're in this great war for the Holy Grail. Then again, it's no more than just another way for me to keep myself busy and entertained!" 

Raising a hand, he turned the back of his hand towards her eyes. "See? Command spells. It proves that I'm your master and you're my servant. Isn't that right, Vanille?"

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The admiral arrives [intro/open]

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Her azure gaze ventured up to the darkening sky, finding a solace in watching the stars shining through the emptiness of space. Kagura’s previously simple life was long gone, which made her heart ache. Why she chose to enter the war was long forgotten, and in its place, the desire to fight to get out of Fuyuki City increased. Not a day went by where she had to suppress her yato blood in an attempt to keep her ideals intact.

Exhaling lightly, the young girl leaned back against the wall that she was propped up against, arching her spine slightly to find comfort. However, it was futile. The dense atmosphere that surrounded her every day caused her muscles to tense constantly as her body prepared to battle both her enemies and herself. A grimace graced her features most of the time in stark contrast to the perpetual grin she was sported. If anyone she once knew saw her now, they wouldn’t believe it. Not that Kagura would let them see her like this.

As a breeze danced around her, a familiar scent that travelled on the wind was invading her senses. That was it. Her instincts began to rattle the cage within her. All she could think was, “why now?” But her question remained unanswered. Fingers curled around the hilt of her parasol as a feeling of doom and excitement ripped through her. Whoever, or whatever, it was that was in the nearby proximity was strong. 

That’s when she heard it. The one voice that both terrified and comforted her. Kagura’s heart was bashing away at her ribcage, a pace only to be matched by her rapid breaths. Part of her tried to argue against her mind. It couldn’t be who she thinks, however it was futile. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spun around on her heels to face the source, shooting a glare at the figure.

“What do you think, idiot brother?”

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The admiral's deep blue eyes opened slightly in excitement, surprised to see none other than his little sister standing right before him. The familiar porcelain face, decked with azure eyes and the bright orange hair revived old memories inside him. A small laugh formed in the back of his throat, growing into an amused chuckle. 

"It's been a while hasn't it, Kagura?" Kamui let the words slowly come out of his mouth, almost playing with each and every syllable. The look on his little sister's face made him laugh again, an expression mixed with dignity and terror. It was a face of hesitancy and the old desire to reform him once more into the role of a loving, older brother. Loving? Ridiculous. The mere idea of trying to change his ideals and to repress the Yato blood within him was pure blasphemy. Words and tearful punches would no longer work on him. 

Even though he had hopes for his little sister to grow up into a strong warrior, he felt emptiness towards her. Having detached himself from his own family for so long, he no longer felt such bonds. This reunion of theirs wouldn't be a tearjerking, nostalgic reunion. Rather, he only wanted to crush her for his own selfish entertainment, a thirst for blood that could no longer be repressed by kindness or affection. 

His usual smirk plastered onto his face, he took a step forward. "It's quite cloudy tonight isn't it? A wonderful night for the Yato clan." With virtually zero light filtered through the dark clouds, the air was heavy with the sense of an incoming storm. Lightly tossing his umbrella to the side, he casually adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, making sure they would stay rolled up at his elbows. 

"So Kagura," he began, grinning at her all the while. Without any warning, he charged forward, speeding towards her so fast an untrained eye would have had an impossible time tracking his movements. A single hand flew towards her, stopping to an abrupt halt right before her throat. His hand, poised at a lethal stance, could have chopped straight through throat, tearing her from the inside out. 

"Why don't we enjoy the night?"

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pleasured situation: [ kv open ]

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Kagerou’s situation was a given: He was prized with his childhood friend as his partner, and delightedly took him for granted. Fights upon fights, something Kagerou wouldn’t mind to waste his precious —yet never occupied time— with. The sound of swords on swords and the taste of metallic blood was what he looked for. Just comprehending the excitement of being near death sent shivers up his spine. This was the best satisfaction Kagerou could ever demand from his taciturn life, lacking any sort of amusement the bluenette truly wanted.

Yet, what he was seeking might as well be obtained from the intense presence that seemed to grip onto his heart in a tight hold. His eyes wavered at the appearance of another. Braided orange hair and a Chinese outfit. Honestly, Kagerou accepted those outfits as an S&M trend. He found them cute. However, threatened was the only thing Kagerou thought of that attire as his eyes gazed upon the strong presence. Lips formed into a blissful smirk as the other questioned his gift.

Kagerou lifted himself from his stooped position, hands on both sides of his hips, heart feeling joyous at the redhead’s curiosity. “This, my good friend, is a gift! I was gifted in the world of S&M, and able to decipher who is what! After all, the world is divided into S&M!” With that, Kagerou’s facial features turned from joyous to utmost pleasure. A finger pointing at the man before him, a childish grin plastered upon his face, and a shout one might hear a block away, “And you are a super-S! Hohohoh.. such the S you are! It’s sending shivers down my spine. It’s good, it’s good!”

He continued an obnoxious laugh, arms folded and legs crossed. Even with this display of pleasure at this person’s supposedly sadism, Kagerou’s still had a warning sign across the man’s face in his head. This was horrible, yet Kagerou wanted more from this man’s heavy presence. Hell, he grasped the situation fully well, and was deprived from any real enjoyment. If what those painful headaches had pleasured him for, and the knowledge it engraved in his mind, he will come back. This was a fucking ludicrous intent.

A foolish smirk.

“Aaah, you’re in this Holy Grail war, aren’t you? I can tell. I want you to show me how much of a sadist you are!” And with that brainless sentence, wind swirled around his being, horns popping out his head, a kamishimo surrounding him, and a giant deba knife. “Come at me, please.”

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If the Holy Grail War was filled with lunatics like this guy, then Kamui might as well have just dropped out by now. He wasn't even exactly sure if the man in front of him was strong or not, despite his constant babbling of sadists and masochists. The Amanto gave a small, confused smile at him. Was this what earthlings were always like? Were humans always shouting nonsensical statements about S&M? After all, he never really did pay much attention to the ways of earth's inhabitants. He only cared about the good food that one couldn't experience in outer space most of the time. The very thought of sampling more delicious, exquisite food made his mouth water, his mind filled to the brim with rich images of alluring dishes, feasts for the kings, mountains upon mountains of scrumptious, delectable items all for him to indulge upon. 

But no matter -- he had prey in front of him. Rather than simply giving him a normal greeting, the strange blue haired man whipped out his battle gear, thrusting himself forward into a haughty, arrogant stance. His eyes hungrily surveyed Kamui, shouting more words about him being a super-S. Was that a compliment? A super-S? Well, it couldn't be that bad. Rather, he simply didn't care much for it. But it was a bit surprising for the man himself to challenge Kamui to a duel. No one had ever done such a thing before. Most people stared at him with awe and fear. 

"Are you really a human of this world?" The young admiral asked, giving his best smile, eyes shining with anticipation. Slowly, he drew his right hand in front of him, subtly urging on the man to attack him. "You don't seem quite like the normal type. But your clothes -- are they of the samurai?" Though he had not spent an awful lot of time amongst the samurai, Kamui did recognize an air of oriental style about the clothing, one that reminded him especially of a silver haired man -- his ultimate prey. It was enough for him to shift his feet slightly, readying his body to launch forward without even a second's notice. 

The corner of his lips tugged upwards, stretching his porcelain skin. They parted momentarily, for a wisp of air to pass through them, inhaling and exhaling steadily. Locking his eyes onto his target, he toyed with the idea of how to best dismember his newfound prey in the most entertaining and bloody way possible. Might as well make this battle enjoyable at the very least. 

"Isn't it rude of you to not even introduce yourself at the very least, being the challenger?" 

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pleasured situation: [ kv open ]

The cloudless sky seemed to be coated in gray even in the dimmest or brightest of days. People bustled in the streets, shoes looming over the victimized ants that daily used up their pathetic insect lives. It was the norm of any weekday. Awaken from a slumber, become a part of school, and bother the human swine that occupied his time.

It was the same wake up everyday, except for the tinniest spark that lifted up his stomach that morning in an array of thoughts and past experiences of his childhood friend, Zange Natsume. He didn’t need to ask a question, it seemed clear enough to know this wasn’t a usual day, even without a thought of what’s going on. His mind had figured he was just dreaming, a line of drool falling down his chin, with a rub of his eyes. Kagerou’s head was throbbing, his ears beginning to sound like static from the force. Yes, quite the sadistic dream! Shaking his painful headache aside for the pleasures of later, he rolled out of bed.

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Kagerou’s morning had consisted of random jerks of his body, from head to toe. He pushed them aside, learning more and more information why he wasn’t in Ayakashi Kan— or anywhere he knew, actually. The pains of these memories, and the hurtful bursts from his head left him pleasured in agony.

“Servant, huh? Such a sadistic situation! And with no other than Natsume-kun! This is good!” His voice was anything but meek upon learning the situation. He was pleased, amused, and most of all seeking the enjoyment of teaching a masochist their place, and the taste of metallic blood.

And with that, he explored this so-called city, looking forward to the fights he might endure with his childhood friend. His stride of finding his ‘Master’ was put to a stop, as he labeled every person who seemed to be passing by, bustling to make it to school or work, and a dog tied to a fire hydrant. The bluenette knelled down, taking in the dogs features.

“Hmm… that small body would make anyone think of you as a masochist, but you are, indeed, a sadist!! Hahahaaaa, and a super-sadist, too!”

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It was just the usual day for Kamui -- none other than hunting for prey within the city. Usually, most masters didn't do much with combat, besides giving support to their servants to carry out their duties. But that was hardly entertaining at all to him. Why not stand in the front lines and attack other masters? Surely it was no fun cowardly hiding behind a servant; not to him, at the very least. 

Annoyingly so, he had yet to find a suitable enemy to combat with. All of them seemed fairly bland and average to him. Their scents were dull and their auras shone dimly. It was no use simply destroying easy prey -- for him, it took no more than a sweep of his hand to tear out their throats or mangle their hearts, crushing their very last pulse into nothingness. It had been a while since he had laid his hands on someone strong, someone worthy fighting. Wherever he went, he was constantly surrounded by begging fools, desperately trying to save their own lives, encircled by mounds and mounds of corpses of unworthy warriors, civilians, and all those who opposed him. It was no wonder his hunger could never be satisfied. 

Until the strange masked man stopped in front of him, he was about to head back and buy more food for himself -- another hunger in which he could hardly satisfy, given his immense appetite. The sheer amount of food he ate on average could feed ten grown men. But the stranger had caught his attention, the dark hair, the white mask, and the haughty expression on his face. Exactly what kind of clothing was this man even wearing? What time period did he even come from? It was nothing but strange compared to Kamui's outfit, a simple Chinese martial arts uniform. And his voice, calling out random obscene things was making a huge racket. S? M? Did this man have some kind of strange obsession?

It wasn't until he actually stooped down to comment on some dog's status of masochism or sadism that Kamui really paused in his promenade, staring at him. "Hmm? And how can you tell if the dog is a sadist or a masochist?" He asked almost out of genuine curiosity, yet most likely the mindset of this stranger wouldn't have interested him all that much.

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The admiral arrives [intro/open]

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Ah a nice, evening stroll, what a good way to get your mind off of the situation you were in. Despite Vanille’s cheery attitude while walking around the city, humming a little tune, she was actually incredibly worried about this situation. Why did she have to fight? All the fighting should have ended when she completed her focus… Stopping for a moment, she closed her eyes with her hands to her chest, imagining her life from when she was younger, losing herself in those happy days.

After a few moments, she decided, she wasn’t going to fight unless it was absolutely necessary! Pleased with her decision, she perked up and continued walking through the cold, dark and silent streets.

“Oh? What do we havehere?”

“Huh?”

Vanille turned around to see a man standing there. She walked a little closer to get a better look at him, when she saw, he was her ‘master’. She had a very good grasp on the situation, though she didn’t want to admit it. Hopefully the man in front of her didn’t have a good grasp of what was happening, so she did what she could to protect everyone, including herself and the man in front of her.

“Um… sorry, but I’m not. But if you’re looking for something fun to do, there’s a theatre down there if you want. Ciao~!”

She then went to walk right passed the man, hopefully he bought the lie and would just let her passed.

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Twirling around his umbrella, Kamui carefully studied the girl before him, young, but still around his age. She certainly looked a lot more friendly than he did. And this girl was supposed to be his servant? It was practically a joke, but he still had some faith in her that she would sufficiently entertain him. After all, she could have the potential to grow into a powerful warrior later on in life, which is why he spared the lives of most women and children, in hopes of them achieving power. 

Yet she was lying to him already. Did she not realize that he was her master? Rather no -- she did realize, but it seemed like she wasn't too keen on meeting him. Kamui gave a small chuckle, as he sensed her reluctant will to fight. Unlike her, he was always radiating the urge for battle, paying close attention to the nature of his blood. Descending from a clan of the most powerful mercenaries from outer space certainly changed his mindset. But no matter, her reluctant will to fight would soon be rectified, now that Kamui was her master. 

"A theatre, you say? Then," he began, placing a firm hand on her shoulder, "shall we get going to see the massacre tonight?" Smiling widely at her, he amused by her attempt at escaping. "Isn't that right, my servant Vanille?" 

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The admiral arrives [intro/open]

Walking through the deserted streets of Fuyuki City with the night quickly falling behind him, the final rays of sunlight disappeared without a single trace. A breeze picked up, accelerating into stronger winds, signaling a potential storm. Closing his umbrella, he swung it by his side before letting it rest lightly on his left shoulder. The air was still besides the quiet howl of the wind, picking up leaves and gently blowing them through the empty streets. 

A small smile formed on his lips as he parted them, tasting the night air. His blue eyes hinted with anticipation at the thought of finally finding something entertaining. Women, money, alcohol never quite cut it for him. There was nothing better than destroying the lives of strong opponents, stripping them of every last chance they ever had, watching them wither before his feet in a pool of crimson. 

The city was brimming with warriors of all sorts, called forth from places he had never even heard of. And it was all for the better. The scent of prey mingled heavily with the air as the Amanto strolled through the streets. His smile steadily grew into an excited grin, hungry for the frenzy of battle, to tear apart his prey limb by limb, to watch them crumble into a pitiful heap, crying for mercy to his deaf ears. 

Quietly, a shadow appeared in front of him, almost blending into the city backdrop. Kamui slowed his pace to a halt, cocking his head slightly to the right as his eyes fixated on the stranger. "Oh? What do we have here?" he asked, his voice playful and almost seemingly innocent. He would have appeared to be a fairly average looking male if it weren't for his unquenchable murderous thirst for blood. "Are you here to entertain me?" 

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"K-Kamui...?"

You all are fucked mmkay.

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"Did someone say my name?"

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"Eating! If a huge feast was prepared for me, I would feel much better."

"Or ripping out people's innards."