Kill Kill Kill

[Indie!Fem!Giriko rp blog from Soul Eater. Manga based. Please read the "imporant" page before you start browsing or writing with me Tracking tag: maneaterchainsaw Will be NSFW]

[maneater-chainsaw]

//CONVERTING THIS BLOG TO A SIDEBLOG (hence the "-"). This one will stay for the old threads and a backup. The new blog can be found here!

[fanservice]

[maneater-chainsaw]

No place to hide @ bookwormofshibusen

Oh, what a boring day it had been again. After wandering the streets of the outskirts aimlessly, organizing something to eat and running out of whisky at 10 AM already the mood of the chainsaw had already dropped beyond zero once again. She huffed and buried her chin in the fur of her white and blue jacket, hands shoved deep down into her pockets as she scanned the faces of all the strangers passing by, not a single one suspecting who she was. Even as she still was a male barely any of the Shibusen brats had the displeasure of meeting her, or rather him, so of course it would be hard to recognize her. The roads got emptier and emptier as the time passed and the sun came closer and closer to hugging the horizon and make place for the moon to rise and laugh at the foolish blind sheep that worshipped the Shinigami. Time flied by when one stopped counting the minutes, she noticed.

[bookwormofshibusen-archive]

Class exams, physical exams, the whole week was filled with exams, Maka was honestly tired of it. The meister looked up from her books when seeing her weapon enter the library, motioning that it was time for training. Training, also known as hell. One wrong move and the professor made them start from the beginning, it was tiring. When training was over, Stein dismissed the weapons, but had the three meisters stay behind to do training on their own.

By the end Maka was irritated, groggy, and cranky. As much as she hated walking to the apartment when it started to get dark, she had no choice, it was either that, or stay with her papa, which, was a no. Maka held on to the strap of her small book bag, her lids fluttering shut every now and then as she let out a stifled yawn. Then, she stopped, taking a deep breath, inhaling the smells around her. Alcohol? Why would her- not papa. She knew that smell. Her head turned to the side, her brows furrowing when seeing the womanto the side of her.

[maneater-chainsaw]

If it hadn't been for Makas stare, the brunette wouldn't even have noticed her presence for a while, the lack of a Soul Perception sometimes having disadvantages. But feeling a set of eyes lingering on her, some pervert for sure that just had noticed the actual figure that was hidden beyond puffy fabric and fur, Giriko glanced sideways from the corner of her eye, simply to check if it was one of those again, and if he was worth it to spend time on to get a bit cash again. She wouldn't sell herself, but as long as the men didn't knew that a bloody death awaited them as soon as the doors were closed, it didn't matter.

However, the person that met her eyes was not even a male. A tiny blonde, looking at her with a mixture of surprise, concentration even. And something not all too positive she couldn't name. Ah, wasn't that... After a few seconds of thinking she finally recognized this child. This was the scythe bitch that always made trouble once Giriko decided to make a move. The one that only got away with her life twice due the interference of a third party. The weak little chick she'd ram her claws, her fangs and chains into with pleasure. The one that took Arachne away from her. For a moment, time stood still as they looked at each other and smaragd eyes met tiger's eye ones.

[maneater-chainsaw]

"Thanks for takin' that off my hands. I can't stand vodka. It smells and even tastes a bit like rubbing alcohol. I'll stick with Monster, thank you very much." *The little boy pulls out a flask with a caffeine molecule on it and drinks from it.*

"If yer have problems with how vodka smells already ya shouldn’t drink anything but water boy." She hissed, not in a threatening manner though. She was nearly laughing at the energydrink he pulled out out of nowhere. "Why are you carrying it around though if ya don’t like it in the first place?"

[maneater-chainsaw]

No place to hide @ bookwormofshibusen

Oh, what a boring day it had been again. After wandering the streets of the outskirts aimlessly, organizing something to eat and running out of whisky at 10 AM already the mood of the chainsaw had already dropped beyond zero once again. She huffed and buried her chin in the fur of her white and blue jacket, hands shoved deep down into her pockets as she scanned the faces of all the strangers passing by, not a single one suspecting who she was. Even as she still was a male barely any of the Shibusen brats had the displeasure of meeting her, or rather him, so of course it would be hard to recognize her. The roads got emptier and emptier as the time passed and the sun came closer and closer to hugging the horizon and make place for the moon to rise and laugh at the foolish blind sheep that worshipped the Shinigami. Time flied by when one stopped counting the minutes, she noticed.

[maneater-chainsaw]

"Anyone want any vodka?"

"Why, somebody wants something from me... Nice try but ya gotta look someone else to play with. I'll keep the alcohol though. Idiot."

[getinthedamnvan-deactivated2014]

maneaterchainsaw started following you

..what

[maneater-chainsaw]

"Don’t you fucking ‘what’ me."

[getinthedamnvan-deactivated2014]

Oh hell no. His lip twitched and he leaned forward, arms thrown out “I’ll ‘what’ you when ever I what fucking what want to!”

[maneater-chainsaw]

She made a snorting sound, trying to hold back a grin. "Well if that's your only problem consider yourself happy." She eyed him for another bit, eyebrows furrowing. The body looked as nice as before, even the foul mouth and behavior still in place. Damn, it was a shame that her male body broke.

[getinthedamnvan-deactivated2014]

maneaterchainsaw started following you

..what

[maneater-chainsaw]

"Don't you fucking 'what' me."

[maneater-chainsaw]

  She growled loudly, if someone about the blond was enraging here than it had to be these damn headphones! Avoiding the second shot like the first one she started to get closer to him again, already feeling like something was off about how long she had to wait for the next hit. Of course, he had something special in mind for her, what else. Swinging the metal back with her arm extended to its physical limit Giriko called out to him “Lemme bring ya back into the here and now ‘father’!” That would be a painful, yet not deadly hit when he was not able to conter. Nothing less pleasant than getting hitted with a whip of barbwire.

[bladeoffaith-deactivated2014073]

He made an attempt to dodge, careful not to let himself remain open for her attack, but it did manage to graze him, drawing blood and shredding a small portion of his robes. He snarled, his normally angelic face contorted into something monstrous. The guillotine focused for a second, pausing his counter attack long enough to gather his energy into his hand, launching his Law Abiding Silver Gun right into her face. He was sure she’d deflect it, but he wanted to make a point. He’d kill her if given the chance. Not before he let her suffer at his hands, however. Justin was the type to bring quick, efficient deaths for those who challenged him. However… Giriko was a different matter entirely. 

[maneater-chainsaw]

Catching him at his arm was a good start, but she felt disappointed by it. Not even the raw bone was visible, implying that only a bit of skin had been damaged. Giriko made a shrieking sound, trying to cower out of the way in time. She was send flying backwards with a small impact nevertheless, a wet warmth running down the middle of her face. There was not much pain, only the uncomfortable feeling of something being not right. Red fluids running down her face, along the shape of her nose and cheeks, gathering on her chin and dripping down every few seconds. "Close one..." She murmured. If it hadn't been for her try to move out of his way there would be a head now on the stone floor rather than a part of her hair.

[supposibly]

this is ironic

[berttholdtfubar-deactivated2014]

 I love how everyone just automatically know what this is about

[leftforbed]

this makes me uncomfortable

[nuns-n-bagels]

WE SAID WE WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT THIS

[taakoooo-moved]

I FUCKING TRY SO HARD TO FORGET IT EVER EXISTED

[embrxjada]

maneaterchainsaw started following you

[maneater-chainsaw]

"A witch tells a weapon their aura is creepy? Are ya for real?" Giriko chuckled, this was the one she had found a while ago on the streets of Death City. The one that got friendly with the Shinigami.

[embrxjada]

"Well I’d be very concerned if I was merely a figment of your imagination." She poked out her tongue, a childish smile growing in the corners of her mouth. "So where are you from Miss?".

[maneater-chainsaw]

"I don't see how that's any of yer business. Listen up, I'm not here to 'make friends'" She snarled at the younger one. Even witch childs seemed to be stupid enough to not know about her, even though Giriko had been kind of sure that word about the strongest weapon would have needed to spread even into the furthest places of the magical realm.

[maneater-chainsaw]

"If another fucktard asks me what I want for Christmas I'm going to just rip out their small intestine and wear that as a fucking scarf."

[maneater-chainsaw]

  "We aren’t inside some creepy pocket-dimension here. Not sure if ya still get it, but this is REALITY!" Her arm was thrown back a few seconds after the impacts just to move forward again as fast as it retreated to meet the flying blade halfways. After this she moved sideways to avoid possible brothers and sisters of this sharp plate that might’ve been shot into the same direction. The lesser weight could prove to be a disadvantage for her, not even the newly gained cleavage would make up for that. Chain now taunted between both hands she waited patiently for his next move. She only had to trap him in a moment of being unfocused and it would be over.

[bladeoffaith-deactivated2014073]

"What’s that? Did you say something?" At some point between her attacks, he had turned his music on, the bass thrumming in his ears once more. He casually pretended he couldn’t hear her, shooting another chained blade after the first, hoping it would serve as a distraction while he readied his Law Abiding Silver Gun. He bit his lip, waiting for the opening that would be her end. 

[maneater-chainsaw]

She growled loudly, if someone about the blond was enraging here than it had to be these damn headphones! Avoiding the second shot like the first one she started to get closer to him again, already feeling like something was off about how long she had to wait for the next hit. Of course, he had something special in mind for her, what else. Swinging the metal back with her arm extended to its physical limit Giriko called out to him "Lemme bring ya back into the here and now 'father'!" That would be a painful, yet not deadly hit when he was not able to conter. Nothing less pleasant than getting hitted with a whip of barbwire.

[maneater-chainsaw]

  Excitement was clearly sparked within her, eyes full of high expectations for this battle. “Who would believe a corrupted priest in the end though?” She mocked, making the same cracking sound as before again, just with her neck this time as the sharp chain slid into her brown gloved hand. “Just keep standing like that and I promise ya I won’t make it too painful, ahahaha~!” Giriko screeched as she lunged forward, even though the distance between them was not all too big to begin with. Shed first saw off his right arm up to the ellbow and then trap his torso between a lasso of chains. That sounded like a plan.

[bladeoffaith-deactivated2014073]

"My, my! If that episode inside the book of Eibon was not enough of a warning for you, I see your bloodlust has not receded at all! It will be a shame should your soul explode for good!" He laughed, bringing his arms up to block reflexively, a shower of sparks lighting up the dark street. He slid back a few feet, surprised to find Giriko was faster in this form. A younger and lighter body, he reasoned, slinging a guillotine blade on a long chain toward the chainsaw’s neck, eager to spill blood. 

[maneater-chainsaw]

"We aren't inside some creepy pocket-dimension here. Not sure if ya still get it, but this is REALITY!" Her arm was thrown back a few seconds after the impacts just to move forward again as fast as it retreated to meet the flying blade halfways. After this she moved sideways to avoid possible brothers and sisters of this sharp plate that might've been shot into the same direction. The lesser weight could prove to be a disadvantage for her, not even the newly gained cleavage would make up for that. Chain now taunted between both hands she waited patiently for his next move. She only had to trap him in a moment of being unfocused and it would be over.

[maneater-chainsaw]

"You were part of the Shibusen as well, don’t ya forget that." Acting all innocent now, how clishe. "Perverted old man? Well who runs around in dresses all the time and claims they’re robes, huh? I bet ya actually spent more time on all fours than a dog." Which was a contradiction to the statement of him being a virgin, but who knew what dirt stuck to his pale hands. Moving her shoulder backwards with a cracking sound of her bones, a long chain emerged from the top of said body part, running down her arm and covering it in one line in a matter of seconds. This surely had to be one of the more interesting conversation they’ve had till now.

[bladeoffaith-deactivated2014073]

"That was before I was able to break my mind away from the mindless brainwashing of Shinigami’s teachings." He paused, gaze narrowing the slightest bit. "If a sinner like you knew anything about religious garb, you’d actually know the difference. I wouldn’t expect a moron like you to know anything of that nature, though~." He chuckled, itching for a fight now that the other had drawn her weapon of choice. "I am a pure man of faith, completely uncorrupted by petty human desires of sexual nature." He quipped, holding his arms out for dramatic effect. 

[maneater-chainsaw]

Excitement was clearly sparked within her, eyes full of high expectations for this battle. "Who would believe a corrupted priest in the end though?" She mocked, making the same cracking sound as before again, just with her neck this time as the sharp chain slid into her brown gloved hand. "Just keep standing like that and I promise ya I won't make it too painful, ahahaha~!" Giriko screeched as she lunged forward, even though the distance between them was not all too big to begin with. Shed first saw off his right arm up to the ellbow and then trap his torso between a lasso of chains. That sounded like a plan.

[maneater-chainsaw]

"800 years of experience said otherwise, sorry to shatter your dreams, stomp them into the ground and spitting on them." She’d never forgive him hunting down Arachne, injuring here so much. Nearly killing her off, even. People did not change, and neither did self-declared gods. "Oh, you’d be suprised what else I’ve got up my sleeve. Interested?" Time for another try. Scaring him away with descriptions of all kind of sadistic and blood-freezing stories and possibilities, he probably was not aware of what a playground the human body was if there was a knife available.

[legendaryguillotine]

"Pfft. It’s quite all right." He spoke lightly as he waved a hand around. "It’s safe to say you haven’t shattered my dreams and spit on them. Not quite anyway, although I suppose I must watch myself because of my eyes."

The younger brought both hands up in a mock surrender. “Ah well, I don’t think I would be surprised. Not with you. 800 years would give you time to think creatively.”

[maneater-chainsaw]

"I'm actually disappointed, but that will probably change sooner or later if you decide to continue to follow me around like a lost puppy." She scratched the back of her neck with one gloved hand, trying to readjust her ponytail while doing so. "Oh, creatively you say?" She asked, ungloving one hand after feeling as if it was not possible to pull the hairband into a straight position with her fingers clothed, and squeezing it between her side and arm while her free hand wandered upwards again. "Green is not a creative color, you know. There is nothing in a fresh open body that is green."

[legendaryguillotine]

"True, you are wanted However you are not currently, at this moment, hurting anyone at all. Therefore I have no feud with you." He blinked and nodded, as though common knowledge. "I don’t believe I would be punished for talking to another person, no matter who they may be. I don’t see any way it would be regretful."

[maneater-chainsaw]

"Knowing your beloved Shinigami you could be judged for not taking the chance on eliminating the threat, don’t you think so?" She made a soft ‘tsk’ sound but kept smiling. It was not like she needed to fear anything. "Perhaps I’ll corrupt you, and turn you into an enemy of them. Who knows, perhaps I’d do things worse than what you can imagine because you let the chance slip to get rid of me?" It was all spoken in a rather playful joke, as he had proven before that there was no killing intent behind his actions. He always just kept on talking.

[legendaryguillotine]

"Ah, our Lord Death does not judge so harshly. I believe I’ve mentioned many a time before that he is a kind god Giriko." Justin smiled as well as he recalled all the threats she had made against the priest before. "Worse things? Such as eating me alive? Or shredding me in half? I believe you’d be rather fond of that." He took in the playful tone her threat had come in and mirrored it, chuckling again.

[maneater-chainsaw]

"800 years of experience said otherwise, sorry to shatter your dreams, stomp them into the ground and spitting on them." She'd never forgive him hunting down Arachne, injuring here so much. Nearly killing her off, even. People did not change, and neither did self-declared gods. "Oh, you'd be suprised what else I've got up my sleeve. Interested?" Time for another try. Scaring him away with descriptions of all kind of sadistic and blood-freezing stories and possibilities, he probably was not aware of what a playground the human body was if there was a knife available.