Daisukenojo Bito

Yo, how's it hangin'? The name's Beat. I been hangin' out in this Traverse Town place, but my real crib's back in Shibuya. ( Beat RP blog, set in the continuity of KH3D. Fair warning: don't ask him about events that happen in KH3D because his com's still on spoiler watch until the end of the month. He's homies with Connected Memories but will hang with anyone.)

[skater-brain]

Seriously, man, I dun’ care who ya are anymore — I ain’t gonna fightchu. If I died again, I gotta know why. How’d you die?

… tsk, yo’ right. I gotta slow down ‘n’ think about this. Rrgh, but I ain’t got time fo’ thinkin’!

Yo, this’s gonna sound real pathetic from a guy who was jus’ gonna beatchu up, but— you gotta tell me if you seen my sister! I don’t even know if she’s alive…

She’s only little, an’ she got blonde hair and she wears a big, orangey sweater. Name’s Rhyme.

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Geez, focus, will you?  Ain't none of your business how I died.  Doncha got bigger things t'worry 'bout?  Like, I dunno, the winged creeps who wanna erase yo' partnerless ass? Look.  I still say you're weird as hell, but... aight.  I'll help ya.  Not cause I like you, but cause nobody's lil' sis' deserves t'get Reapers and shit chasin' her. I know a girl named Rhyme.  'Bout yay high, real smart with lotsa skulls on her threads?  Yeah, she's dead aight.  But, lookit, man.  She really ain't the girl you lookin' for.  She already got a brother, and he ain't you.  Trust me.  I'd know if my partner had 'nother brother lurkin' 'bout.

That don't mean I can't help ya, tho'.  This Rhyme a' yours... where you seen her last?  Is there some place she'd know t'look for ya?  If you been through this 'fore, ya gotta have a plan, right?

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

trustyour-partner started following you blancasadvice started following you reminiscingxthexsunset--withyou started following you misguidedhalf started following you valiantsky started following you

Well, well.  Lots of new faces 'round here.  How's it hangin'?

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

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...whoa.  There some kinda housin' craze goin' on?  Geez.  Like this town ain't small 'nough already.

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

daisukenojobito started following you

'nother a'ya guys?  Damn.  I must be popular.

plushiethrower started following you focus-neku started following you letsjustsayafriend started following you season-seamstress started following you

Heh.  Fancy seein' you guys 'round here.  How you been?

[skater-brain]

Try gettin’ it straight again, bub, ‘cos you just got it all kinds’a crooked. I never stoled nothin’, ‘specially not from no asshole like you! Why the hell would I wanna be a dead guy inna first pla—

Aw, naw. You’re dead?! But I shouldn’ be able to see ya, unless I… fuck…

How the hell did I die?

I don’t got time for this shit anymore, man. I gotta find my sister!

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Riight.  Real smooth talk, comin' from the dumbass wearin' my digs.  If you ain't never stole nothin', how come ya look just like me?  I ain't ever posed like nobody else.

Ya know, I'm getting sick a' your attitude, actin' like I'm some kinda fr -- oh, hell no.  Doncha go changin' the subject.  You a thief.  You a thief and ya damn well... er...

Dude.  Dude.

Ease up on the heart attack.  Before you hurt yerself.  The hell're ya trippin' 'bout?  You ain't look dead t'me.  An' jus' how d'ya know 'bout the UG?  This some kinda sick Reaps' joke?

[lovely-bunch-of-coconuts]

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[lovely-bunch-of-coconuts]

“If you want an honest answer I could tell you.  But I see it not being beneficial to me in the slightest.”  The predatory look never left the lion’s face as the person talked.  He hadn’t really eaten much in awhile, but it didn’t mean he really wanted to eat human.  ”Beat?  Charmed I suppose.  And I don’t believe there is a zoo anywhere near here.  Even if there was, there isn’t anyway I’d be part of it.”  He flicked his tail.  ”You insinuating something?”

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Beat shrugged placatingly.  There were some things that he just didn't mess with unless he had to... like a lion that looked ready to gobble him up if he breathed wrong.  It didn't look as deadly as some of the Noise he'd encountered before, but appearances could definitely be deceiving.  "So you ain't cribbin' in a zoo; I getcha."

Beat jabbed his thumb at a bulletin board posted beside a nearby storefront.  The tiny letters of one of its advertisements were situated under a sketched picture of a scampering mouse.  "Did ya come to take care a' the local rat pack?  Cause, lemme tell you, I'ma 'bout to stangle the next one I find."

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

//ooc: Whoa.  Where has this past week gone?

Sorry for the late replies, guys.  Prepping for this next semester's onslaught of classes has consumed my waking thoughts lately.  Rest assured that I'll get everyone tagged back by the end of the weekend.  Thanks for waiting!

[tacticalshot-blog]

“Yeah.  Oh, so you know Riku, right?  You know those keys that make ‘em keyslingers?

“Well, there’s this girl.  Name’s Aqua.  Short blue hair, mean lil face.  She’s got these armors of hers that let her jump from world to world without one of them spaceships.  You get that key of hers and that armor, then you and your pretty sis are off scot free to Shibuya.”

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

So this Aqua chick's my way home, huh?  Sounds easy 'nough.  Aight.  Ya earned yo' favor, man.  Jus' hit me up when you got somethin' that needs doin'.

This 'key' I gotta get... you talkin' about a real key or one of them key-sword whatchamacallits?  Cause I dunno if you callin' this girl a janitor or if ya mean the big, wack-looking bats people bash each other with.

[squirrelsjr]

He he, and you’ve been growing in sporadic spurts! But slow and steady wins the race, right?

Oh boy oh boy, I don’t think it’s possible for me to forget! If only I had a camera then… Remember how mum wouldn’t let you touch a pair of scissors for almost a whole month after that? Good times, hee hee~

Well, I’ve been staying out of trouble, of course. As for friends, I’ve come across a lot of visitors who have been very kind to me! What about you, bro?

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Heh.  Maybe it was good for you.  I was the one walkin' round lookin' like an idiot.  Next time I need a haircut an' don't wanna pony up the cash, I'ma come to you, aight?  Don't wanna lose my ears.

Sounds like you've been havin' fun.  Jus' be extra careful, y'know?  You neva' know what people're gonna do 'round here.  Especially guys 'round my age.  You better stay far away from them, ya got me?

Funny you ask.  I jus' met a - hey.  Hey, wait.  ...you remember that?  Back when we were kids, you really remember all that stuff now?

[lovely-bunch-of-coconuts]

readyforabeatdown followed you

Scar listened to the kid talk about something called a ‘metro’, but he didn’t really pay much attention.  ”Whatever you are going on about doesn’t interest me.  Though I’m not even sure why I came to this place for.”  Being unphased by the person’s language, the lion just looked at him.  ”Who might you be?”

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Beat jerked away from Scar when he noticed the lion near him.  It took him a couple of moments to get his voice back from the shock.  "Damn.  Just how many talkin' cats are there?"  There was a predatory look about the lion that made Beat immediately look around for his partner.  At least it looked like flesh and blood though, so it couldn't be a Noise.  "You can call me Beat.  Is there some kinda zoo 'round here I ain't heard a' yet?"

[skater-brain]

‘Scuse me? “Scram”? Go ahead an’ say that again, dumbass — this hot shit’ll show ya what’s what. I ain’t the one what’s gonna get hurt.

You think you’re bein’ real cute, don’tcha? Well this joke ain’t funny. You can walk my walk ‘n’ talk my talk, but if you get off tellin’ people you’re me, that’s takin’ it too far.

There’s only one Beat ‘round here, and he’s about to punch yo’ face in if ya don’t smarten the hell up! You can vamoose on yo’ own, or you can do it in stitches. Want a countdown?

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Whoa, back it up.  Lemme get this straight.  It ain't 'nough for ya to steal my threads; you gotta take my rep too?  What kinda messed up shit is this?  There somethin' ser'sly wrong with you, dude.

Tch.  You get dead and suddenly every half-assed punk wants t'be you.  Well, here's a lil' newsflash.  That shit don't fly here.

You wanna fight?  Bring it.  You ain't gotta clue who you been messin' with.  No worries tho'.  I'm more than happy t'teach you.

[digit-god]

His anger was rising. Not good. “No, you listen radiant!!! I don’t need no factoring therapy! I am surprised you even know what that is, stupid zero! You are the one who needs it! Your IQ is lower than a yoctogram!!! And that is sad!!! And I can subtract any1 I please! Why?! Cause I’m a Rogue Reaper!!!” He summoned some Taboo Noise to attack Beat.

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

"Whoa!"  Beat stepped back and raised his fists.  "Cool yo'self, man!  Jus' cause I ain't a math freak like you doesn't mean I ain't smart.  Seems like you the one who can't do math, moron.

"D'ya see Rhyme anywhere near me?  No?  Then I ain't able to psych, yo.  You really gonna let all yo' cronies fight somebody who can't even scratch'em?  Tha's, like, dividin' by zero or whatevs."

[skater-brain]

You sayin’ I’m some kinda phony? You better watch it, man — you obvussly don’t know who you dealin’ with.

I got half a mind to whoop yo’ ass, so go home ‘n’ put on your own clothes before you start pissin’ me off.

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Heh.  Looks like someone thinks they're hot shit.  You better scram before ya get yo'self hurt, kid.

I don't give a damn who ya are.  It's me you gotta worry 'bout.  The name's Beat.  Like how I'ma be beatin' yo' punk ass if you don't stop pretendin' t'be me.

[naito-san]

Of course Riku knew even before he started lecturing that Beat would blow a gasket. He’d encountered plenty of people who had the same belligerent behavior; and all one could do was just sit and take it until they calmed down.

And sure enough, the blonde eventually cooled off. “It’s no problem really,” he replied back, shifting his weight to one foot. “I would probably act the same way if I lost someone important to me, too…” Though Riku had been in Rhyme’s role in more than one occasion.

“Alright, then. Fourth, Fifth, and the library.” Riku’s eyes flitted over towards the large wooden door next to the First District’s signature cafe. “Why don’t we head on over to Fourth, seeing as how it’s the closest one. I’ve never been to the library before, though — didn’t know Traverse Town even had one.” The only library he knew was in a musty, deserted castle far, far away from this world’s reach…

Not waiting for the other to follow, the silverette briskly walked down the stairs and over towards the heavy doors, pushing them forward and waiting for Beat to go on through. At the blonde’s question, however, Riku’s eyes widened in surprise.

“No, no space ships here,” he said, breaking a small, almost apologetic smile. “And I highly doubt that she was abducted or…anything of the sort. She’s still here, I’m sure of it.” Or…maybe she skipped on over to the other dimension of this world? No, he didn’t want to explain that possibly to Beat — it would take ages for him to wrap his head around it, and it would take even longer to calm the guy down about losing her.

Riku’s eyes shifted down to look at Beat’s hand, whose red timer still clocked away numbers with each step he took. “Hey, those timers,” he said, nodding over at Beat’s palm, “I never asked Joshua or Shiki about them. I know they’re part of some ‘Reaper’s Game’, but…what exactly are you fighting for?”

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Beat slid his hands into his pockets.  "Every place's got a library, right?  Where else's everybody gonna get their books?"  He jerked his head toward Riku when the keybearer opened the door for him before strolling past him.

The bright lights of Traverse Town had always reminded him of back home, even if they looked like something out of a cartoon.  Now, though, they only served as vibrant distractions, making it harder to distinguish between the people crowding the streets.  Beat squinted carefully at each of the faces illuminated by the lights.  There were a few kids around his sister's height, but none of them were wearing her signature hat.  Still, he kept looking on the vain hope that she could be wandering around the district.

His steps faltered when he heard Riku ask about his hand.  "Wha', nobody ever told you what a Reaper's Game was?"  Beat glanced down at his right palm.  The Reapers' timer had been appearing like clockwork for so long that it was weird to even think about it anymore.  He would have thought that would be the first question Riku asked when he'd seen all of their hands, but figured that he'd probably had more important things on his mind, like finding that Sora kid.

"It's -" Beat scratched the front of his hat, wondering how to explain the whole mess to Riku.  "Well, it's like - say you die, y'know?  There're these guys called Reapers who give you a choice: stay dead or play this messed up game wit' 'em.  If ya say yes, they steal somethin' from you till you beat their Game.  Which you win by doin' random shit in their time limit."

Beat flashed his right palm at Riku, the red numbers still counting down each second.  "If ya do everythin' they say for a week, then they bring ya back t'life.  Tha's what we're doin' all this crazy shit for.  Neku and Shiki, me and Rhyme - we all just tryin' to get our lives back, yo.  And whatever they took from us."

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[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Hey!  Jus’ how the hell d’ya know ‘bout that, cat?  Are you some kinda talkin’ noise?  Well, you can betcha life I ain’t gonna stay dead for long.  No cryptic ‘darkness’ is gonna stop me.

[cresentmoonsmile-blog]

About what? Noise is what is made when something speaks. I bet nothing, not in the darkness, not in the light. Light and dark, dark and light, always a balancing act. Coming back destroys that you know.

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

...what're you talkin' 'bout?  If you don't even know what a noise is, how the hell d'ya know 'bout me and Rhyme?  And... why're you talkin' 'bout dark and light all'a sudden?

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Beat! Beat! Look what I learned to do today! *does a 360 Kickflip on her skateboard*

Whoa!  Nice moves ya got there.  Jus' don't break the board, aight?

[skater-brain]

Not cool, man.

This mug’s one’uvva kind, feel me? I don’t like copycats.

[readyforabeatdown-blog]

Yo, you think I stole your look?  That's hella weird.  Cause, from where I'm standin', there's only one copycat, and he ain't me.

Fess up, dude.  Just how did ya get your hands on my digs?