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make sure i don't die, okay? {summoning | neku}

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[They walked in silence for a short while. Rin took this time to fully inspect her newly inked skin, three prongs, three absolute commands. It was strange but the space between them seemed to be charged with an untraceable energy. Sure she already thought they were going to be anything but friends but for an unknown reason she felt the urge to be close to him, and not just for the sake of her own safety. Was this desire an effect of the forming of a bond between servant and master? Even with her new found knowledge she wasn’t able to answer such a question and that fact scared her just a bit.]

[Suddenly the charge died as he broke the silence. While she was aware that the situation as a whole looked bad he had no right to say such things. If she had the choice she wouldn’t even be in the Holy Grail War. Hell, she didn’t even know what to wish for, maybe to go home, but she wasn’t willing to fight to the death for such a small request. Not to mention force her partner into battle for something so stupid.]

[While she may not be the most conscience of people’s feelings it was obvious that he wouldn’t be happy knowing his was fighting for such a selfish reason. Still whether she wanted to make a wish or not she needed him around because there was no doubt that other pairs would be after them to eliminate competition regardless if they posed as threat or not. Even so he couldn’t help but be pissed off at him]

“Sorry to break it to you but not all of us are born with crazy super powers, or magic, or whatever. So, depending on myself really isn’t an option when it comes to war, unless I want to end up dead. Trust me I wouldn’t even be here if I had a choice. I know how useless I am in this situation.”

[The blonde sighed deeply as she finished her statement. Yeah she was annoyed but she knew that this must suck for him. Having to be stuck with someone like her who had no superior fighting talent must be a major let down, but in her defense those skills weren’t required for her profession.]

“I honestly don’t know but I think a safe place to start is finding somewhere to stay. I’m pretty sure you aren’t from around here either so it’s kinda important that we get this out of the way.”

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"Guess that makes two of us."

Today was such total bullshit. First the Game, and now this...this War? I don't like people. I don't get people...

So why did it seem like I kept getting thrown into situations where I had to work side by side with them?

Saving lives. Protecting others? I wasn't some shounen hero, or a kamen rider. I was just a kid, a kid with his own set of priorities. I wasn't supposed to be saving the world. Hell, I could barely even keep my own ass out of the fire. A part of me wanted to walk away right then and there.

But listening to how absolutely hopeless this chick was, I knew there was no way I'd be turning my back.

Not again.

Sigh.

"Well, if we're going to make a move, we need to do it now. While the sun is still up. I don't know about you? But I don't want to be caught out here in the dark."

Especially when there were assassins lurking somewhere in the midst. They could already conceal their presence, did the pair really want to have to deal with the added handicap of low visibility, as well? Despite his insistence on not working together, Neku easily fell back into the roll. After having to put up with that loud mouth Shiki, this should be cake.

Then again, he didn't know Rin Kagamine.

The boy lifted his hand, finger pointing towards a complex just a little ways down the road.

"Apartment room might not be so bad. Few exits to guard, facilities. And a bathroom."

Because I have to pee.

#psychomancing #you are a super sexy though

bossybows-deactivated20141117

make sure i don't die, okay? {summoning | neku}

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[Now the glowing may have been blinding to a certain extent but not enough to prevent her from identifying exactly what she was looking at. Naked!? You’ve got to be kidding. Even after recalling all the information needed to summon her servant she never got the whole memo about them being ASS NAKED when summoned. A bit over the top if you ask her. Despite that fact she could barely make out anything completely eye-shielding worthy which was relieving.]

[One last burst of glowing white and the runes began to dim soon after. The blonde then removed her hand that was perched over her eye brows to avoid the sudden brightness. In the wake of the small fanfare a boy with shocking red hair stood. He seemed to be around her age, it was still unknown whether that was a good or bad quality to have servant wise.]

[He was left standing in the middle of the charred circle, by the way he was glancing around he seemed to be just as confused as she was until his eyes landed upon her and recognition replaced the initial bewilderment. The Vocaloid shivered under his icy gaze, it was obvious that he was disappointed by his weak master.]

“Sorry. Not interested.”

[So he was that kind of guy. Well, she wasn’t panning on letting him get away so easily. Whether he liked it or not they were as good as stuck together. The tattoo on the inside of her wrist was proof that she had absolute authority over him, even if it was only during dire situations. The blonde simply followed along behind him, clasping her hands behind her back as she soon began to match his pace.]

“Yeah right, interested or not as much as I hate to admit it I kinda need you. So we’re gonna have to make this whole master-servant thing work someway or another, even though the whole concept sounds downright gross.”

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Maybe she should try keeping her eyes to herself, then? It was a good thing that Neku hadn't been completely aware during the summoning process, otherwise he more than likely would have been horribly embarrassed by the fact that he'd been flashing his junk in front of some girl. At least she had the dignity not to mention this particular tidbit to him.

Even while walking in the opposite direction, Neku could feel the blonde at his back. Almost as though there were an invisible tether passing between the two of them, tying the Player and the young woman together.

Which was how he knew that she was following him, even without turning around. Almost like a scratching at the back of his brain; a steady buzz in his ears that caused fiery brows to furrow in irritation. He tried to ignore the sensation for as long as he could, but there was only so much that the emo servant could take.

A brief pause, before he turned back to face her.

"Well I don't need anyone. Why throw myself in danger for someone I don't even know? The only person you can depend on is yourself."

Yet even as he said this, cerulean hues were drawn to the tattoo set inside of Rin's wrist, already well aware of its symbolism. Not only of their bond, but the Grail War itself. She didn't look like anything special. If left to her own devices, this chick probably wouldn't make it a day.

Ugh. This blows...

"...Right. So let's say we do team up. What happens now?"

#psychomancing #youda butt

masterhazama-deactivated2013032

New Sheriff in town. [OPEN]

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What was it with these brats and their need to be annoying little boyscouts? Just as he thought, he really hated kids like him. He wouldn’t even bother replying to any of his statements, seeing as though the boy had his mind set on this. Even if he tried to act like some kind of indifferent emo reject about it, Hazama could tell that everything he said was slowly grating at Neku’s nerves. At the very least these ‘hero’ types could offer at least that much. Their delicious little fits of rage. It was so amusing. So.. delicious! Hazama feasted on negative emotions such as hatred. So much so that one man’s hatred kept his soul permanently bounded to this world.

There was a sound coming from nearby. The dumpster? The same blue glow on his hands.. Was this kind some kind of psychic or something? He didn’t have time to really analyze him when the dumpster suddenly shot out in Hazama’s direction. Talk about a scary little brat! The dumpster was mere inches away from Hazama’s form when he dodged the hit by ascending into the air. But there was something unnatural about the way he did it. His legs never moved. He made no physical attempt to get out of the way. It was more like something forcibly pulled him. The boy would find out soon enough the trick behind Hazama’s offense.

“What’s wrong? You mad? You getting your little big boy knickers in a bunch?~ Get OVER yourself kid! God dammit.. I wasn’t planning on wasting any time here, but I guess I have no choice. I’ll just have to say the old bag of shit over there claimed the life of an innocent young boy who had gotten lost that evening and I was too late to save him~ KEHAHAHAHAHA!”

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Boy Scout? Not really his style, though some of the pins they wore were kinda cool...he supposed. To be perfectly honest, Neku could care less about the rotting corpse that apparently had been some kind of shitty criminal. But it was this Hazama character that really got his blood boiling. Like the world fucking owed him something. The law wasn't created for sick, twisted goons to take advantage.

Eyes easily followed the snake's movements, another flash of crystalline green scalding Neku's brain as he probed him once again. His strange movements were related to it, that much was obvious. And he had the feeling that it would be a major factor in this fight.

"...You talk too much."

Yellow, rubber soles dug into the adjacent wall of the alley as Neku bent his knees, before suddenly launching himself through the air and straight towards the green bastard. But even as he rocketed forwards with fist cocked, there was the sudden, screeching whine of steel as the fire escape above them was ripped from its bolts and came crashing down in an attempt to smash Hazama from above.

bossybows-deactivated20141117

make sure i don't die, okay? {summoning | neku}

[A war? All for an ultimate wish? How she had ended up in this mess was beyond her. Rin was just a performer she had no knowledge when it came to battle, it was a foreign concept to her. The Vocaloid was utterly clueless in her new surroundings. A few bits of information were vaguely clear. Apparently she was someone’s ‘master’ and whoever this person was they had the ability to protect her from other participants.]

[While the whole master and servant concept seemed slightly perverted to her it was a more favorable option then traversing the city without protection. Whether she liked it or not she was going to have to summon a stranger to horde off her enemies. Now, how exactly was she suppose to do this? Somewhere in the back of her mind the instructions on how to do so lay but she wasn’t quite sure. She pondered silently for a couple moments until out of the blue she knew exactly what she was suppose to do.]

“Alright…”

[The blonde muttered to herself before taking a deep breath. Determination flashed across aquamarine optics as her gaze locked on the empty space before her. Her stance was defiant and when her mouth began to move the words that followed were sure to be as well, or maybe not so much.]

“So, I kinda need your help so I don’t get my ass kicked into the next universe. If you could show up now that would be great, helpful even. Okay actually you better not take your sweet time getting here because there are crazies behind every corner who would love to take a defenseless girl out!”

[Somehow her pathetic excuse of a ‘chant’ was effective. A summoning circle, which she swore wasn’t there previously appeared below her as a figure rose from the glowing runes in the direction she had be shouting in before. Well what you know she wasn’t totally hopeless in this situation.]

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♪ Calling, You hear the calling... ♪

The soft voice of a young woman seemed to echo out from the concrete at Rin's feet, growing in volume and intensity with each passing second that the ritual was active. The runes seemed to pulse with energy, each peeling off of the ground in systematic order and beginning to spiral around the blonde woman.

At her feet a being began to emerge from the array, a glowing young man devoid of clothing, but whose flesh was much too luminescent to reveal anything too embarrassing. His eyes were closed, peaceful, and hidden behind shocking, orange locks.

♪ Calling, Someone is calling... ♪

The details began to slowly fill in, like an artists dragging his brush across a blank canvas. Swirls of purple and black, a long collar and a set of headphones nestled firmly across his neck. Within moments the servant had fully materialized into this world, information concerning the Grail and the Holy War downloading straight into his brain as the Player adjusted to this new world.

The light slowly died down, glyphs sinking back into the concrete with a wavering distortion as the music faded back into the usual noise of the city.With a deep breath, the Archer slowly opened his eyes, revealing ocean blue eyes that seemed to be swimming in confusion. They darted this way and that way, before finally coming to settle on Rin in surprise.

Huh. So this was supposed to be his Master, huh?

You have got to be shitting me...

"Sorry. Not interested."

And just like that, the boy with the headphones rubbed at the back of his neck and instantly spun on a heel, turning to walk away from both her and this entire, ridiculous ordeal.

#sup sexy

masterhazama-deactivated2013032

New Sheriff in town. [OPEN]

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Well isn’t this just wonderful. A little brat who couldn’t mind his own business. Hazama’s eyes were focused solely on the bleeding carcass before him and hadn’t lifted to acknowledge Neku’s existence. At least, not yet. There was no real danger in anyone knowing just what he’d done here. After all, he was head of the police force and this guy was a wanted scumbag. Even if he didn’t commit the murder in question, no one was going to get on Hazama’s case if this kid spilled the beans.. Of course, he could always just try convincing the other that he was in the right. Finally, Hazama’s eyes rose and met Neku’s own. Despite the other’s lazy posture and attitude, there was a fire in his eyes… He hated brats like him.

“Well well well. Shouldn’t you be at home playing videogames, little man? You shouldn’t be out here in the streets at night. There are all sorts of crazies walking around, you know?.. Aaaah, but of course, you’re not exactly just some normal kid, are you? My apologies, I should introduce myself. Head of the local Fuyuki City police force, Hazama. Making the streets safer, one crook at a time. And, as I’m sure you’ve probably deduced, a participant in the Grail War. The pleasure is all mine.”

It was amazing how a man who’d just murdered another could put up such a friendly front. He had no intentions of fighting this boy. Wouldn’t be worth the trouble. So he’d just have to talk his way out of it. And if that didn’t work…. Well, he was sure that no one was going to miss him.

“I bet you’re wondering about ol’ Charlie over here. He’s wanted in connection with the recent string of murders going on around here. Dead or alive, they said. I thought it best to go with the latter. An eye for an eye, right?~”

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Look at that smug expression on his face. The glint in the bastard's eye that made it pretty evident that he thought he could get away with whatever the hell he wanted. It was guys like these that made Neku sick to his stomach, teeth gnashing together in irritation.

It was humans like these that really pissed him off. The Player didn't need to get a read off of this guy in order to know that he was bad news. Standing over a dead body, gloating and crowing over the police radio like he'd just saved a woman from a burning building. Even if it had been some kind of criminal, it didn't make it right. Neku might have hated society...

But he hated those that abused their position within it, even more.

"Crazies, huh? You would know. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? I heard what you said. That guy never lifted a finger against you! You killed him in cold blood."

Did he really think that becoming Chief of Police really gave him free reign to go around enforcing such brutal justice? It didn't seem fair, especially considering he was a participant in the Grail War. At the very least, this man had to possess some sort of power or ability. And judging from his immunity against Neku's Scan, it was pretty heavy stuff.

And then he had the freakin' gall to try and turn him over to his side? Did he really think he was some kind of retarded kid? That just because he apparently wore a badge, he was just gonna accept the fact that he had totally wasted that guy?

Bullshit.

"An eye for an eye? Sounds about right. Heh."

The same blue glow that emanated from his palm would suddenly engulf a dumpster near them, the army green steel trembling before suddenly exploding forwards with an invisible force, in an attempt to slam into the slimy bastard.

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Sugar and Spice ►OPEN // INTRO◄

The demon stared at the innocent person before her in silence, almost like a lion watching it’s prey, ready to pounce at any given minute. The alley she was currently hiding in stunk enough to make Stocking throw up her previous snacks, but she didn’t want to make any sudden movements and gain the attention of the stranger she had been following for the past half hour. And, more than that, she didn’t want to lose even a crumb of the delicious sweets she had all but inhaled earlier.

Truth be told, the girl didn’t quite care about participating in this holy war, or whatever the fuck it was called. Although it would be interesting to watch everyone else run around like idiots, trying to murder each other. And if she wanted to survive to watch it, she had to not only fight, but fight alongside her idiot servant as well. And in order for the idiot to keep on fighting, she had to collect prana.

Which she could easily do just by mauling the person before her. After all, even if they weren’t her servant, they were still a servant altogether, which she had found out when she had been following the person much earlier in the day. An archer, she assumed. Which would be interesting enough to fight! All she had to do was kill them, slice the palm of her hand with the blade of her sword and mix their blood together to collect prana. Unless it only worked with the blood of her servant? She’d find out.

a smirk occupied her face as the demon slowly removed a single stocking from her leg, clearly assuming that the person before her wouldn’t be strong enough to cause her to use more than one weapon. As soon as the object transformed into her sword, the girl was just about to pounce forward when she heard loud footsteps echo from behind her, causing the person she was aiming to kill to see her holding a sword and run off in fear of being killed so early in the war.

Spinning around quickly, the demon shoved the tip of her blade at the new approacher’s neck and glared at them furiously.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you brainless shithead?! Thanks to you, I have to find someone else!” Her voice was laced with anger as she spat each and every word out bitterly. However, she slowly grinned and pressed her blade deeper against the stranger’s throat. “Unless I just kill you for getting in my way.”

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"Not my problem."

The candy striped blade drew a single, red bead from the young man, collecting on the edge of the celestial steel as the excess went running down into his upturned collar. But despite the fact that there was a very good chance of him losing his head, the Archer didn't budge an inch. He just continued to watch her with brilliant, disinterested eyes, one hand rising with agonizing sloth.

What the hell was her beef? Maybe if she had we gone ahead and killed the guy instead of playing around, they wouldn't even be having this conversation. Not that Neku cared, he didn't condone the rules of this particular Game, anyways.

The Composer had done some sick shit in his day, mark his words. But this was on a whole 'nother level. Hundreds of people locked in this city in a vicious fight to the death, and for what? Some wish from a golden chalice? Ultimate power? Get real, sounded too good to be true. So it probably was.

That same hand lightly gripped the edge that served as his current prison, hand coated in an unseen force as he repelled the sword long enough to catch his breath and give a good swallow. There, that was better.

"You can try, I guess. Do what you gotta do, dude. Better make it count, though."

#kv open

masterhazama-deactivated2013032

New Sheriff in town. [OPEN]

“And I promise to bring honor and integrity to the Fuyuki City police force.”

It was a day that symbolized change in Fuyuki City. The head of the city’s local police force, who had resigned under mysterious circumstances, was replaced by a very important and powerful figure in the crime fighting department. At least, that was what they were told. No one really knew who Police chief Hazama was. They heard he worked for the N.O.L., a multinational task force dedicated to preserving peace. He had recently been transferred here to Fuyuki City as a means combating the recent string of mysterious murders. Bodies being found mangled and desecrated overnight was beginning to concern the fair people of this city.. If only they knew. He did, of course. And as such, someone needed to take the fall for these ‘murders’.

Servants. They were like wild animals honestly. At least, the ones who ate people were. But not just the servants. Some of the masters here were equally twisted and depraved. He should know. Alerting the city to the Grail War would not be beneficial for anyone. As such, the crimes in question needed to be pinned on actual criminals. Especially his own.

‘B-But I didn’t do it! I beat up some dude, I admit it, but I never murdered anyone!’

“No nonononono! That just won’t do! You see, as head of the police force it’s my job to make the division look good. And how do I do that? By taking the ‘bad guys’ out of the picture. It’s nothing personal, really. You just happened to be spotted near one of the crime scenes during the whole ordeal. It’d just be easier to pin it on you and call it a day. Won’t be hard with your criminal record.”

‘Y-you can’t do this! I HAVE MY RIGHTS!’

These guys sure loved yapping on near the end of their lifespan, huh? And.. Oh god, was he pis- Oh god that’s disgusting! Hilarious, but disgusting! He was half torn between showing outright annoyance or bursting into laughter. His annoying begging though helped lean it in the annoyance direction though.

“You can’t do this I have rights weh weh weh weh! Just shut up and DIE already!”

It happened far too quickly for the man to notice. Something shot forth and pierced right through his neck, which resulted in him gasping for air and pumping out a fountain of blood on the nearby walls. While the guy kept crying and gasping for air, Hazama twirled his walky talky in his hand and radio’d in back to HQ. Another successful manhunt complete.

“This is Chief Hazama speaking. I caught the perp so the manhunt is hereby over. I had to employ lethal force after the suspect threatened me with a firearm so if someone could call the paramedics that would be most appreciated. In any case, all of you keep up the good work and donuts are on me later tonight!”

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‘B-But I didn’t do it! I beat up some dude, I admit it, but I never murdered anyone!’

Out of the millions of annoying voices that made up this crappy portrait of a city, a single thread stood out. Frayed. A tortured soul whose panicked screamed were echoing throughout Neku's subconscious. With a shake of his head the screams turned back into static, a muffled white noise that hummed continuously in the back of his head.

There probably should have been some sort of surprise, or shock. But this wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this. For the past few weeks, there had been a similar pattern of murders. All criminals, all begging for their lives at the hands of some...creature.

Something, or someone, that he couldn't Scan. Instead, he encountered a massive feedback, and the image of something...dark. Evil. Emerald green and black, sparkling light starlight.

"Whatever...not my problem." People were just trouble. And nothing good came out of getting involved other than tangling yourself in their stupid little webs.

And yet even as he pulled his 'phones more snugly over his ears in order to drown out the snow with a dope base line, the young man found himself turning off of the main street and down a rather shifty looking alley, shoes splashing through murky puddles as he narrowed his eyes at the sight before him.

"Hey, you."

Orange locks came to fall into his eyes, though even with the veil they burned with a dark intensity. A single hand dug into his pocket, pulling out a black pin emblazoned with a white skull. The Player twirled it between his fingertips, a strange energy running through his digits and down his arm as he watched the Police Chief carefully.

"I don't know what your deal is..."

His other hand rose slowly, fist gradually unfurling one by one until he loosely pointed in the direction of Hazama and that smug fucking smile of his. A faint glow blossomed in the palm of his hand, the electric blue growing in intensity with ever passing moment until it hurt to stare directly into it.