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How FOOLISH are they.

[shibaribane-blog]

Being busy enough for work – he didn’t want to bother with anything else. Running around everywhere, having to deal with walker sometimes he wish he could get a break. 

                                   But being the DOG he was, a break wasn’t going to happen again.                                           but at least, he wasn’t bored. 

Even so – running around he heard a voice — great. just what he didn’t need. Turning his head, he looked over to the redhead for a moment. What did he even want? Link needed to get these papers to their proper place. Staring at him for a moment longer he sighed.

                       he never did think people were annoying until he meets this one.                                 Nicknames, after the low thoughts of HIM not being useful – he didn’t                          like this bookman at all – why did he even need him? Though Howard listens. 

“ I’m not really in the MOOD for baking right now. I have FAR                      too many things to do to bother to help you.

                                                      besides, why don’t you ask the Head Chef? I bet he would                                                        be more than HAPPY to help you out. ”

[kouuhei]

- - Forty nine ways to opt out of their war;;                                    Using each so as not to corrupt the truth;;

A broadening palm had already extended, placed gently a top those offensive documents that the shifty-eyed sourpuss seemed to be hellbent on delivering, as if to insist that there was no need to worry about such trivial matters.               The crimson-maned youth appeared utterly reassuring on the matter, and far too insistent, as he leaned in far too close, far too quickly, to peer the elder straight in the eye(s).    His was an aggressive stance, and you never knew if intimidation by proximity would work on these serious types.

                     “What’re ya’ talking about?          Ya’ gotta be in the mood for it, since I’m not gonna let ya’ walk off unless you help me! Everything else, like that boring stuff ya’ got in your arms, can wait. Ne, what if I said it was for Moyashi, would ya’ care a little more, sa?”

At this point, he was essentially pulling the entire plan straight out of his arse, but perhaps it was a petty sort of vengeance he had in mind - for the dog of the devil that had dared traumatize one of his dear companions.

                  “And nah, it’s gotta be you.                                    I mean.. unless ya’ don’t think you’ll be able ta’ do it right, sa.”

                                                                                              ;;Tell me - what do you think of me, now                                                                               ;;The only friends I’ve ever failed for - -

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[hammerisms-deactivated20161224]

‘ don’t worry , mister lavi . swear and lie all you want , i’ll pay the ice cream fee . ’

[kouuhei]

             He has never appreciated his Innocence as much as he does now, honestly, there could be tears.

             “ $#!+ in the $#!% with a %^&$ SA!!”

                A deep breath.

        “I’VE GOT THREE PAIRS A’ UNDERWEAR ON RIGHT NOW, YUU TOLD ME HE THINKS MY HAIR IS PRETTY, LENA ACTUALLY HATES THIGH-HIGHS AND THERE’S JUST ANOTHER EYEPATCH UNDER THIS ONE.”

[kouuhei]

@unmeinohasu

- - Forty nine ways to opt out of their war;;                                    Using each so as not to corrupt the truth;;

Possessing all the grace of an octopus composed of nothing but damp, clingy seaweed, the crimson-maned youth would already be initiating bodily contact as soon as his grouchy peer dared make himself known.        A lengthy arm slung around progressively broadening shoulders, as the bookman’s display of teeth widened considerably in a fierce grin that promised absolutely no good.       Obviously, he believed he had his friend(?) trapped, lest there would be no other reason to risk such a true death this day.

               “Ne, Yuu.                         Guess what, sa?”

A free arm extended in a grandiose gesture that could have encompassed the entire room, fingertips outstretched toward the wall some unmarked horizon.

                         “We’ve got an assignment.                    Just us two! Even Panda Ji-Ji said to take my sorry ass by myself, sa!            DO YA’ KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?      I DON’T GOTTA WAKE UP TO THE SMELL A’ OLD MAN, CIGARETTES AND DRYING INK.”

He was practically glowing.

   “They say it’s a terrible infestation of Akuma, so I think what they said was they wanted             ‘our worst collateral damage’ ta’ go, sa.”

                                                                                              ;;Tell me - what do you think of me, now                                                                               ;;The only friends I’ve ever failed for - -

[kouuhei]

@nuorii

- - Forty nine ways to opt out of their war;;                                    Using each so as not to corrupt the truth;;

               “What’re we supposed ta’ do, jump in, sa?” That tone of his was all but saturated in aggravation. The naked tip of a partially gloved finger would cause a small ripple to cascade across the otherwise eerily still water - this lake was pretty far secluded, and yet there had been reports of a haunted cacophony during the night by the village-folk.         - It was normal, for Exorcists to travel in at least pairs, depending on the situation....           But what was with this kid...? The scribe had, regardless, seen plenty of odd things in his lifetime, but had she really opted to bring her teddy bear along with them? Was she scared, was this too much? He wasn’t exactly a very comforting human being...                .... but she didn’t really seem the terrified type, either. “Accordin’ to the locals,          right about now is when we’re supposed to be hearin’                          some terrible screaming,        or a pretty lady singing about her dead husband, or laughing, sa.         You hearin’ anything?”

                                                                                              ;;Tell me - what do you think of me, now                                                                               ;;The only friends I’ve ever failed for - -

[kouuhei]

[[ FORGOT WHAT THE HECK I WAS DOING SO LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER. ]]

[shibaribane-blog]

            “ The only mistake in my life is talking to you.” 

A simply ROLL of his eyes he couldn’t help but huff a little. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared at the other for a moment. This was ALREADY annoying.

         “ I don’t have to if I don’t want to. BESIDE, Bookman Junior . It’s not part of my            job to care enough about any of this.” 

[kouuhei]

         The situation hadn’t exactly escalated as he had feared, so any hostility within the would-be Bookman’s stance was thusly subjugated and smashed into the appearance of vague disinterest.          This guy wasn’t exactly his favorite human being, but at least there were no waterworks flooding in from the beansprout department.

                      “Ya’... can ya’ really say you don’t care,                       when ya’ went ahead and paid the fine anyway?             OI, AND YA’ TALKED T’ ME FIRST, SA.”

Nevermind, his temper was too bad to feign apathy for more than five minutes.

[livxwire-blog]

An inquisitive mind through and through, Lenalee was very tempted to check if her conjecture would prove correct by dropping a pin and seeing if she could hear it hit the cobblestone underfoot. Unfortunately, she had no pin, but she did have a Lavi, who was light enough on his feet to blend into the backdrop of the faintest level of noise, and the brunette was hearing his footsteps just fine. That could have had a lot to do with the absurdly late hour, but, perhaps, the real reason for why the boy was suddenly so easy to track was a bit more sinister. It started with there being not a soul out on the streets of the, reportedly, heavily populated port town they were sent to on a mission, and it ended with the creaking and groaning of closing shutters against darkened windows, which greeted the two exorcists at every otherwise still house they passed by.

With that in mind, it was slowly starting to occur to Lee, a thought that came into clear focus in front of the No Vacancy sign decorating the front of the only respectable inn around, that lodging was likely not happening.

Of course, neither she, nor her comrade, were strangers to sleeping out in the woods, but the alleys of a strangely silent town were a bit of a different story. Matters weren’t helped, of course, by the somewhat alarming assignment briefing they received back at Headquarters. Disappearances, unexplained phenomena, discoveries of corpses out in the bay, all that flowery stuff that normally went hand in blood-covered hand with inevitable tragedy didn’t exactly fill Lenalee with much confidence about the state in which the pair would wake up in were they to slum out the remainder of the night.

One thing that did work in their favor, however, was the dark silhouette that the brunette long since noticed rising ominously above the rest of the picturesque, if slightly creepy due to partial abandonment, scenery. There, on the outskirts, she spied the gothic spires of a church topped with blunt, silver crosses that dully glinted in the moonlight. They could apply there for asylum need be; though, in all truth, the holy sanctuary looked far short of holy and even farther away from a sanctuary. Always fond of gargoyles for their architectural beauty and protective meaning, Lee found herself outlining from afar the very stone figures she normally found calming with an alert gaze that hastened to turn away from the cathedral to the redhead, whose assuring presence at her side lulled the young woman into some semblance of tranquility. 

Nevertheless, the strange sense of being suspended in a vacuum still clung heavily to her bones, and it entered the exorcist’s head, not for the first time since their arrival, that, in specificity, the Black Order, above all else, above the disappearances, and the magic, and the corpses in the bay, considered whatever was happening here its business due to the sudden, and inexplicable, vanishing of the akuma infestation in the surrounding area. And sometime between solidifying her resolve to continue up the hill towards the church and hooking her arm with the Bookman’s to make sure that the squirrel that he was wouldn’t scurry off, Lenalee decided that if she were an akuma, she probably wouldn’t want to hang about either.

Well, then.

Back straight, face a mask of confidence and determination, the brunette started walking, tenseness, chills up her spine, and a forcibly attached to her Lavi notwithstanding.

❝We’re gonna do great. I just know it.❞

That’s right. She knew it about as well as Kanda knew social etiquette, which was to say, not at all, but that was totally beside the point.

They were going to do great. Even if great only entailed coming out of the experience breathing.

[kouuhei]

- - Forty nine ways to opt out of their war;;                                    Using each so as not to corrupt the truth;;

Pride had nothing on a distinctly defensive psyche - he couldn’t lie, not with body or a deceptively upbeat tone - this place was pretty well terrifying. Unease saturated the youth’s entire being, his footsteps hardening as though a rigid form could protect against assault - not entirely useful, but certainly automatic in the face of this eerie, empty shell of a town.

He memorized each glimpse of a human being - their build, eyes, the structure of their home, everything committed to a ridiculously detailed record.. he would easily recognize if any of these suspicious townsfolk showed up at their destination, and perhaps, that would be the enemy.. he had even managed to get a full view of the bodies lost to the harbor’s waters.. .. but.. this paranoia was abnormal, in a way... not like the continuous horror that an Akuma’s weapon could pop out of anyone’s eye, it was... lonely, maybe.

       An impartial stance was impossible, anyway...his mentor would just have to scold him later, when he discussed details, for she had been assigned to this sordid mission with him. His nature was not the most compassionate, nor entirely empathetic - his innate intuition and comprehension of human emotion was generally utilized to distance himself - a bleeding heart stymied by one too many traumatic events witnessed.... maybe it was a bad influence..       Perhaps she was the worst person possible for him, destined to record a human’s foolish history without taking a side.... she was... - -

                     “Ah - -?”

A firm grip, warmth pressing his sleeve against skin as he was essentially locked in place by their linked arms - it couldn’t be helped, a sharp display of teeth, in the form of a questioning grin would be directed downward, before that glinting emerald widened.         .... was it that obvious, his misgivings? Why encouragement?           Of course they’d be fine.

          “H’eh~? You scared?          It’s... just a ... big... spooky church... prolly with a graveyard attached..                .. hng.. we just gotta find out what’s got everyone so stressed, right, sa?       It’s a good place to start.”

He matched her pace, step by step, even though his heart-rate could deafen their foes, for how loud he could hear it within his own chest.

                                                                                              ;;Tell me - what do you think of me, now                                                                               ;;The only friends I’ve ever failed for - -

[shibaribane-blog]

  “ mistakes were made, Junior. Mistakes were made.” 

[kouuhei]

           “Are we talkin’ about just now or your whole life, sa?”

What was with that solemn-ass look, this guy wasn’t even repenting at all, even though he could have damned them all just then, with a single word.

           “Because even though I got an obligation because a’ my status,         I’mma opt outta listening about either or.”

[kouuhei]

             “... I feel... kinda bad now... sa...          ... why ah.. why don’t we just go get some ice cream?             Pool the money, yanno?    I think they got a soba-flavored kind for Yuu, since he stole my money, too.”

Tries to mediate even though he’s the one who made it escalate and even encouraged the two Second Exorcist’s terrible natures.

[fategiven-blog]

“i’m passing it to yuu!  let’s play keep away from allen!”

[kouuhei]

              “Oi, Oi, grab the liar jar thing too, sa!                       If we’re gettin’ Yuu’s stuff back, get mine too!            ... she’s gonna cry, are we ok with that?“

And that is how these three went down as the worst bullies in the Order’s history since that one fiasco in the science division and the power drill.           HE MIGHT NOT BE OK WITH ALLEN CRYING.                     TEARS ARE A WEAK-POINT.         

[hammerisms-deactivated20161224]

‘ you’re going to be paying many dollars to that liar jar . ’

[kouuhei]

    “Gonna go make a cheater crybaby jar so I can get back my assets plus a bonus.”

         A short pause - -      a frown, and he would pinch his weapon’s cheek with all the might of an offended hermit crab.

                 “AND I WASN’T EVEN LYIN’!            She really can’t prove I said it, sa!”

[hellthinking-blog]

slides another jar, crudely labeled ‘LYING JAR’ out towards lavi.

“pay up.”

[kouuhei]

                .... wow... he’s.. kind of touched, actually, just for him, huh?         And he did... make her cry... maybe he should just give in...                   “... ya’... can’t just make up more rules to extort money from more people..        If we made a ‘cheater’ jar, ya’d just have to give everything back, sa..”

   A deep sigh of the ages, and he’d place a few euros into the jar... at least enough to buy candy or something.

[kouuhei]

nuorii replied to your post:         takes a deep breath, opens his mouth -...

❝ you owe allen like… a gazillion dollars, dude. ❞

His smile was infallible - an iron maiden of stubborn willpower.

“She’ll have ta’ catch me first.      I think ya’ should be able to express yourself the way you wanna, sa!     I mean - if God isn’t trying t’ kill me for it, doesn’t that mean it’s allowed?”                 

[hellthinking-blog]

SLAMS her cuss jar down in front of lavi, gives him a big, unhappy stare.

“the f word is one dollar.”

[kouuhei]

                 His stare is vacant, and completely unapologetic,         the jar is utterly ignored, in fact, he leans so far away from it, like it’s haunted.       Her big doe eyes are kinda hard to be mean to, though.

                           “You’ll never get anything outta me, sa.                                     Ya’ can’t even prove I said anything.”

[kouuhei]

          takes a deep breath, opens his mouth -                         breathes        “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck- -”                   into the wind.

[kouuhei]

@hellthinking

- - Forty nine ways to opt out of their war;;                                    Using each so as not to corrupt the truth;;

Silence - the young apprentice suddenly ceased his inane regurgitation of all things that mattered little to the current scenario, at the same time his boots slowed to a still.            A single glinting emerald shone even more brightly as the boy’s eyes widened considerably, a realization hitting him akin to a raging locomotive.              They had been partnered for this particular mission based on capability alone - her strength and special insight necessary where his own quick intuition and wits seemed irreplaceable - this town had been under surveillance for quite a while now, under the suspicion that a single shard of Innocence could be housed... there had been far too many Akuma attacks here throughout the course of its history.      - - that, wasn’t the issue right now, they’d cross that bridge as soon as it appeared.                   “... ... um.... “ Normally confident tones were saturated with an uncharacteristic distress, as both palms suddenly struck forward as quick as a viper, grasping her shoulders with an unrelenting hold.               The crimson-haired youth would lean in, far too close, horror incarnate spreading across the entirety of his features.              “Moyashi, ne... Moyashi.                           .... we’ve got a problem.                     My... my pants aren’t weighed down at all.                                  There’s nothin’ bumping against my thigh - it feels.. so empty.“ At this point, he’d start shaking his poor fellow Exorcist, congruent to his rising panic.                  “I LEFT MY HAMMER BACK AT THE INN.                           IT MUST’VE FALLEN OFF WHEN I JUMPED IN THE BED.                          PANDA JI-JI IS GONNA KILL ME.”    

                                                                                              ;;Tell me - what do you think of me, now                                                                               ;;The only friends I’ve ever failed for - -