Living Dead Girl

[artbookisland]

The new Sunday-GX features Black Lagoon on its cover!

[the-lady-of-shalott]

[revysteadygo]

toxicmoofin:

Ignoring her first comments to leave her alone out of fear that her apartment would be condemned by hoarding takeout boxes, he answered her question. “Because you get gifts from me, signorina!! I try not to miss a holiday to give out treats.” He proclaimed ecstatically. Whether it be Valentines Day, Easter or even Halloween, Luca usually got to baking and whenever there was a holiday party to attend Regalo could be assured that his pastries would be attending too. Even if he personally had no reason to be looking forward to the day, he still loved participating.

“Why are you like this? Can I not just ask you to the theme park? Oujo-sama has done nothing to deserve these insults. And neither have I! The only place i am advancing is closer to the brink of insanity.” Mutter, mutter, mutter. In the meantime Luca obeyed her wishes to stop poking around and sat on a kitchen chair reading the Regalo Post to pass some time. 

When she came back into the room he had to blink a few times to see whether or not his eyes were playing tricks on him. She didn’t even come out looking like she had brass knuckles hidden in her back pocket. The whole ensemble was actually…really cute. And normal. That was probably what shocked him the most. 

“Revy, is that you? I didn’t think you owned such beautiful clothes! It looks so proper! Well-fitted and fashionable! The knitting is so nicely done.” He flung down the paper and opened his palms as if he was presented with an old friend he hadn’t seen in years. “I’m getting emotional, ohh… to think these must have been buried under sleeveless work out shirts and stained ragged jeans this whole time…” he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at his eyes. To an outside observer it probably looked like he was just being sarcastic, but he was completely genuine. 

“Let’s go, we mustn’t burn daylight.” He ran over to the front door, as bouncy and excited as a puppy being taken on a walk.

Heat burns beneath her cheekbones and the distinct throb of a thick, angry vein pops along her brow line. God, she should have know he’d react like a complete retard over this, the fawning and melodramatics is almost enough to change her mind, or at least prompt a change of clothes - Back into the tatty hoodies and ripped jeans Luca apparently so loathed, but the idiot was right about one thing; Time was of the essence. On a day like this, who knew how many lovey dovey couples would be attending the theme park, clogging up queues with their puke-worthy displays of affection. A right duo they’d look like in comparison, not that Revy was in the habit of giving a shit about what anyone thought of her. 

Slinging a ireful glare in warning, she grabs a one of her jackets hanging haphazardly in the doorway and all but barges past the over-excited moron. 

“I swear if you don’t calm your shit, I’m abandoning your ass as soon as we get there, GOT THAT?” Rollercoasters and haunted houses could be enjoyed in the company of strangers, or alone if she was so pushed to it. Anything was better than him getting a hard-on over the fact she was wearing something moderately fashionable, for once. Slamming the door behind them, she gives it a couple of practice tugs to ensure it’s properly locked and begins stomping down the corkscrew stairwell leading to the outside. Hands stuffed in her pockets and clearly trying to bury the lingering evidence of her embarrassment in the scarf swaddled around her neck. “You better have bought the car!”

[darius-senpai]

[revysteadygo]

toxicmoofin:

“I have learned from the best. Being around you has colored my humors. Or darkened them might be more accurate.” 

The living room was starting to look a little better with his help, but something told him that one trash bag just wasn’t going to be enough. He took some time to fold the blankets on the couch and throw the cushions back on and called it a day. He glanced over at the flowers on the counter and pouted at his (unwilling) companion, claiming that beauty is wasted on those who don’t appreciate it. He also knew for a fact that she would drink out of just about anything, including straight from the bottle, so now she was just nitpicking. He bit his lip to stop himself from musing that last part out loud.

“Suck a what, Revy? I brought you chocolates, not hard candies. What this is about–It’s Valentines Day, though I see you haven’t changed the calendar I got you since December.” Any suggestive remark she was giving him couldn’t penetrate his shield of utter obliviousness. He tried with great difficulty to ignore the insults hurled in his direction anyway. 

His eyes lit up once he’d remembered the main reason he chose to visit that day. From inside his breast pocket he retrieved two slips of paper. They were gaudy and decorated with confetti and a rotating ferris wheel. He absently fanned the air with the slips of paper as Revy made her cup of coffee.

“I was given two tickets to the amusement park for today from my friend Debito. Maybe you remember him. He is the one who wears the eyepatch and uses too much hair gel. If you don’t have any plans you should come. It will be fun, and there will be plenty of the food vendors lining the streets capitalizing on the teenager’s dates.”

“Yeah well, no one asked you to come over so often, I certainly won’t mourn ya’ so feel free to take a few months vacation.” Preferably more. Taking a swig of the disgustingly sweet coffee she’d saturated with an obscene amount of sugar, her gaze drifted once more to the box of chocolates. She did enjoy sweets, even if some of her old bosses liked to joke about how the calories shot straight to her thighs instead of her tits - fuck ‘em. Knowing Luca they were probably the fancy, tarty kind that cost a small fortune compared to the bog standard candy. 

The mere mention of Valentine’s day had her stomach churn in repulsion ( or was that last night’s combo of beer and curry finally making attempt at evacuating her system? Who could tell. ) “Give me one good fucking reason why I should remember a dumb ass holiday like Valentine’s Day?” The only time she ever acknowledged that puke-worthy shitfest was the days following the celebration, when all leftover chocolates were buy one, get fifty half price or some shit. And when Luca brandished yet even more crap from various pouches on his suit like a crappy, children’s party magic act, Revy was just about ready to kick him right back out of the door ( or lob her coffee mug at him, she wasn’t decided yet ) until she noticed the design stamped on the papers. 

“Theme park?” She tries to bite back any hint of excitement dwelling in her voice, slurping a last mouthful of coffee to conceal her grin. Theme parks baby, fuck yeaaahhhh!

“Yeah, I know the one.” She supplies, nonchalantly. Debito was actually a Hell of a lot more entertaining to hang out with than the marshmallow soft chump standing in her kitchen, it’s no surprise he’d provided actual COOL gifts. 

“Alright, alright, I get it. You’re lonely, and tits McGee back at your mansion or whatever rebuked your advances, so here you are.”

“Gimme 10 minutes and I’ll be ready and DON’T fucking touch or rearrange anything while I’m gone!!” True enough to her word, she emerged less than a quarter of an hour later, fresh out of the shower and dressed up for the occasion.

[revysteadygo]

toxicmoofin:

Somehow Luca knew that he would be greeted with the metallic extension of her right arm that morning. It had happened many times before, so he wasn’t really that shocked. Even when he had a set of keys to her–their– apartment it would happen. And she would hear him turning the key too. Luca’s eyes peered out from behind a pink clutter of petals and plastic wrapping. The pistol parted his messy curls and hovered a few centimeters away from his forehead, causing him to frown and narrow his eyes.

“Ciao to you too, Revy,” he said, using two fingers to move the pistol away from his face. He squeezed in through the door frame without her moving at all to accommodate him. He wasn’t welcome, as always, but he pressed on anyway. He took a quick scan of her living conditions. It smelled like someone had taken a bath in rum and let it drown the carpets of the apartment. Not to mention the multiple weeks worth of take-out boxes. His expression morphed into a grotesque scowl and he walked over to the glass cabinet, picking out the tallest one he could find. He ran the glass under water and arranged the flowers on the counter. He didn’t even have to ask if she had a vase to put them in, since he popped in often enough to know.

“Etched on my gravestone, signorina, I want ‘Tried to poison himself and failed, got married instead, fed to the birds in respect of his last wishes.’” With that, he entered the living room and started picking up the old food scattered around and started throwing it all into the trash. 

“But in the meantime, ehm, I picked up some chocolate on my way here. Hopefully it didn’t melt in my pocket. My arms were full.” He pulled a small package that was hanging out from his jacket pocket. He slid that on the counter next to the flowers before returning to his work in the living room.

It occurred to Revy, as the freak who still thought of himself as her husband despite months of having returned home shuffled by without so much as a tremor of fear in his voice, that one of these days she’d have to rough him up again to refresh his memories of beatings passed. How she longed to revisit the days when Luca still flinched in terror when she opened her mouth to speak, or made any kind of brisk gesture. 

Those days where he wouldn’t have DREAMED of inviting himself into her domain and begin casually touching and re arranging her things as he fucking pleased! Her trigger hand twitched with blood lust, vivid images of curling coarse hands around his jugular and choking the life out of him flashed before her eyes--Yet with exemplary self control, Revy settled with craning her neck, loosening the trapped joints with a loud crack as she followed in tow muttering an entire sermon of curse words at her EX-spouse. 

“Hey! Don’t use my best fucking beer glass for those!” She protested, her words clearly falling on deaf ears as Luca continued to go ahead and grossly misuse her alcohol beacon for the sake of sticking a few beautiful ugly ass plants into it.

She’d never really understood the appeal of flowers. They died after like, a week! You couldn’t eat them or drink them or wear them...all in all they were pretty fucking pointless. Making her way to the opposite end of the kitchen, she retrieved a (not so clean) coffee mug from one of the cabinets and flicked on the switch to her cafetiere (an actual useful gift from the pigeon fucker). Hopping to sit herself on the counter top while the water boiled, she deigned Luca with an unbecoming snort.

“You’d feed your dead corpse to those ugly winged rats of yours? That’s fucking grim dude.” 

Violent hand motioning towards the table.

“What the fuck is all of this about? Trying to sweeten me up for something? It'll take more than a few shitty gifts for me to suck you off y’know--Get one of your desperate housemaids to do it, fucking pervert.”

[revysteadygo]

@toxicmoofin

A laborious attempt at opening creased lids was quickly subdued by the sunlight filtering through her moth eaten curtains (’curtains’ being a loose term for the old bed sheets she’d draped across the windows to act as such) proceeding to roll onto her side with a loud groan to shield herself from the glaring attack. Smothering a pillow over her head for extra protection, Revy had every God given intention of resuming her post-booze up sleep, if not for a sudden light tapping at her door just moments later.

“Hhnnnnngghrrr!!!!!!” Another groan split open from dehydrated, chapped lips as she took a glimpse at the clock on her bedside table. 11:03 am, that was practically the crack of dawn! What kind of mindless savage bothered the good people of this Earth during these wee hours of the morning! She would have been happy to ignore the intrusion until it went away...but it didn’t. The airy, ditty rapping away on her door frame just went on and on and on and ON until no choice was left but to uncoil from her alcohol and sweat stained sheets and impart murder onto whoever was on the other side. 

Not bothering to dress herself more than the last night’s underwear still clung to her form, a single one of her beloved pistols was fished out of her holsters and off Revy went on the short (but filthy) trek from her bedroom to the doorway of her shoddy apartment. Mostly emptied bottles of rum spilled out and soaked into the greyish, worn carpet, and cartons upon cartons of half eaten take away food were kicked out of the way or trampled on until finally, the door was in sight. 

Cocking the trigger of her weapon, Revy flung the door open and pointed the barrel square between the eyes of that asshole awaiting on the other end. However, upon seen a familiar mop of dark curls hidden beneath the world’s ugliest hat, her ire simmered down, if only an iota, she’s feeling merciful--but not by much.

“Oh it’s you.”

“Fine, as we’re old friends ya’ can have 10 seconds to tell me what you want etched on your grave before I blow your fucking brains out....Ten....Nine....Eight....”

[animeslovenija]

This is how Revy looked in 1996, when Rei Hiroe was doing the plot for Black Lagoon pilot.

[anime-for-life-evangelion-deact]

[toxicmoofin]

Unfulfilled Goodbyes [Luca &Revy]

[toxicmoofin]

Luca was basically one step away from eating her pistol for breakfast, but unfortunately he was all too used to her reacting like this. He pushed the gun away from his face slowly and frowned. She knew where they were, but she was pushing him to confirm it. A wave of panic set in. He couldn’t see any way back so…was Revy stuck on the island…at least in his world…forever?

"Regalo…where I’m from." He looked down at his feet. "It’s exactly where you think." As far as he knew, Revy and him could have been from entirely different worlds or time periods. He’d never heard of Black Lagoon before Iunctum, so that could have been a good indicator. Then again, not many people even knew of Regalo’s or even Nordia’s existence unless they were trading partners, it was such a small community.

It was strange though. Looking around at his surroundings, Regalo seemed peaceful again. Maybe the Famiglia had gotten everything under control and they were rebuilding, and that’s why he was allowed to go home. At the Headquarters surely Mama, Papa, Pace, Debito and Felicita would be waiting for him. He was excited to be back, but couldn’t shake the feeling of worry too. It wasn’t fair that Revy had to be thrown here too.

"Maybe if I ask Papa…he’ll have some answers." But did the leader of the Famiglia even have a clue where he had been sent to? Luca doubted it. Papa had his hands full enough. "But first, is your arm alright? I don’t want it to get infected." It was true enough that he was just trying to distract her to avoid her rage, but that wouldn’t likely work for long.

[revysteadygo]

"I don't fucking believe this!!"

It's true, that there may have been a fleeting moment of mild regret, a modicum of melancholy--as much as someone like her could muster, which wasn't a lot, at seeing him leave. But this....this was not the scenario Revy wanted in lieu. Letting her pistol be guided away from its intended target, she fired a few gratuitous rounds into the air for the sake of directing her violent fit at something. Gaze cast towards the flock of clouds above as though they held an answer to her, possibly greatest quandary, of all time.

"OIE DO YOU ASSHOLES HEAR ME UP THERE?? HEY SCOTTY, BEAM ME THE FUCK UP!!!!!!"

Nothing.

Only the frantic beating of wings and squawks of the colony of birds she'd frightened the life out of with her shots. This couldn't really be happening...what had she done to deserve this? Well, a lot actually but that wasn't the point anymore. The sting in her arm had long been forgotten, until Luca deemed it an appropriate subject to broach. A distraction that wouldn't dissuade her fury for more than a split second.

"Forget about my arm, it's a splinter not a damn spear! We got more important shit to think about in case ya' hadn't noticed--Like how your papa's gonna get me the fuck outta here. So c'mon let's get moving, go go GO!" She kicked her boot into his shins a few times as extra prompting to move his ass along, pronto.

[toxicmoofin]

Unfulfilled Goodbyes [Luca &Revy]

[toxicmoofin]

Luca nodded and let out a prolonged “uhhh hummmmm…” under his breath when spouted her usual words of wisdom. He quirked his brows and wore a defeated smile. “I should be happier, shouldn’t I?” He glanced back at the contraption whirling bright blue light behind him. If he looked close enough, the image of Regalo faded in and out with every burst of static sound. He looked back to Revy, and shrugged lightly. “Ah, you can not teach the old canine new acts. But I won’t, because I don’t think I want to be put in a headlock on my last day.”

"Just promise that whenever you get your new spouse, you’ll give them hell. Don’t ease up any while I’m gone." It’s not as if he expected her to change any after he left, but hopefully that made her feel a little better. He stared down at the gloved hand offered to him. Then he took his own hand and flicked at her forehead, a childish smirk being formed on his lips for only a split second. He accepted the gesture and gave her a firm handshake.

When he was about to answer, he could hear slamming on the control panel’s keyboard, and the man operating it looked panicked and confused. Sparks flew off from various parts of the mechanism. Luca’s eyes opened wide, and it had occurred to him that this wasn’t supposed to be happening, and that something was not functioning correctly in the portal. Could it be that it was broken?

The man went to scream something, maybe ‘get out of the way!’ or ‘watch out’!, but his voice dissolved into a frenzy of static sparks. Luca went as far as grabbing onto Revy’s wrist and taking one step away from the machine before his vision was completely overtaken by soft blue light.Even though they were behind the line, the portal sucked the both of them into its depths, and there was a momentary feeling of falling and a suffocating lack of air. Then a sharp burst of speed sent him crashing on what appeared to be a bridge of wooden planks. His luggage came tumbling on top of him after the fall, and he could already feel the bruises forming.

When he looked around he could tell that he was on one of the docks at the port. He was in Regalo—but with no warning at all. He wasn’t alone either, because a few feet away he could see his former spouse sprawled against the dock, clutching her arm.

"Revy," he coughed. "Are you alright?!"

[revysteadygo]

"Tch, you betcha', next motherfucker in line ain't gonna' know what hit him!" She scoffed, already revelling in Luca's successor future plights. As a one time only freebie, she allowed the impromptu flick to her brow to go unpunished, nose wrinkling slightly in reaction to the contact before fingers closed around her palm.

"Go on, get outta here already!" Prolonging the farewell was just starting to brew an uneasy feeling, especially with the brief spurts of fuzzy images broadcasting what she could only assume was her now ex-husband's next destination.

Barely had the words left her mouth, that a some kind of static shit storm begun whirring deafeningly in the background. Revy's no engineer, but she knew the crackling of sparks and bolts and control panel guy squawking indiscernible instructions at them wasn't a sign of things running smoothly. Feeling her wrist encased in a tight grip, her first instinct was to snag the the frill of his collar in case there was an emergency need to hurl him across the room out of harm's way.

Too late, in a flashing pour of azure lighting, the hold faded from her wrist--air momentarily sucked out of her lungs with a sharp gasp, body sent spiralling into the luminous tunnel until it finally made contact with something solid...and creaky. Revy's pain threshold was more resilient than most, but fuck if getting a splinter from a rickety old bridge embedded into your arm wasn't sore as Hell.

"Piece of shit bridge!" She stomped her foot on one of the precariously shaky planks, fingers picking at the wooden shard planted in her skin until the all too familiar shrill of her name broke her concentration.

"Luca--What the, why are you--?" Wait...gaze combing through her surroundings, pieces of what might have happened started slotting into another. No way, no fucking way.

"Oie, where the FUCK are we???"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE?? DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WE'RE WHERE I THINK WE ARE I'LL POP YOU ONE RIGHT UP THE NOSE I SWEAR!"

[ninjabelle]

sad but true.

[toxicmoofin]

Unfulfilled Goodbyes [Luca &Revy]

His bags were packed, and his apartment was abandoned since that morning. Whoever was in charge of the city mailed a notice of the day and time that Luca would be returning to Regalo. If it was up to him he would have left the second he arrived, but the portals could only be operated if someone was granted permission to leave. It seemed that it was a random event, being called back home.

But still, Luca couldn’t deny that he did have some attachment to the city. It was an experience that would stay with him forever, even if it was short-lived. The one person he was most disappointed to say his goodbyes to accompanied him to the portal. He had already thanked his coworkers and acquaintances for helping him adjust, but the one person he hadn’t prepared a speech for was Revy. In fact, that morning it had been a bit too quiet for them.

"Grazie, for coming with me…" He said absently, when the machine came in to view. A man he had never seen before sat at the control panel next to it was checking over the list for the days "imports" and "exports", and seemed to write off a check once he saw the pair approaching. He hadn’t been meaning to look so sullen; it was out of character for him, but he’d been like this since he woke up. For a few moments, the only sounds around them had been static waves coming from the portal and the wheels of his luggage against the pavement.

Approaching the staircase leading to the machine, he waited just in front of the portal, bringing himself to force a smile at the woman who followed. Her hands were shoved in her pockets, and she seemed to be looking back at the city, averting her eyes.

"We haven’t always seen eye to eye, but I’m glad that you were the one," he scratched the back of his neck. "T-that I was assigned to live with," he choked out. His expression was strained. The man at the control panel clicked away at the buttons and mechanisms to prepare his trip back to Regalo. Even now Luca couldn’t keep his emotions in check. He expected her to call him out on being a crybaby any second now. "So, I…I guess this is arrivederla. Goodbye.”

"S-signorina, could I give you a hug? A handshake goodbye if you’re uncomfortable? Or, ehmmm, I’m sorry."

[revysteadygo]

For all the threats she'd doled, and grievances voiced over her spouse's numerous shortcomings, she couldn't run from the burgeoning sting in her chest ever since being informed of Luca's scheduled departure. Though, whether that stemmed from envy that he got to return home while she hung back and rotted away in this wishy washy City or something else--Revy wasn't ready to take the steps into inner investigations. Yeah, she'd probably miss his stupid mug for the first few days--The smell of freshly laundered clothes that always permeated their apartment thanks to his daily 500 wash cycles, the fact the fridge was always stocked without her needing to lift a finger.

She'd originally bullheadedly rejected any and every request made to accompany him to that fucking 'mystical portal' business. Yet after an abundance of pleading and shameless abuse of the puppy eyed stares, Revy found herself (much to her annoyance) conceding to seeing him off. Well fuck, if they weren't going to see each other ever again, why not.

Of course, what she'd expected to happen when it was time for the final goodbye, happened. He'd turned to face her, looking more depressed than if she'd just shot all of his precious pigeons and stuffed them into a buttercrust pastry. Jesus Christ, she couldn't stand look at him wallowing about like that. What the Hell did he have to get tearful over exactly? He was free, liberated from the tyrant wife and brat son imposed on him and back to his lasagne dishes and what not with a real family awaiting on the other side.

"Yeah, yeah." She was quick to rebuke his words, feeling irritably betrayed by the shaky outcome of her own voice.

"Don't you dare start fucking crying, d'ya hear me? Yer' going home Luca, you should be pissing your pants in joy right now, not quivering your bottom lip like a little girl, pussy!"

Once again, her tone lacked the habitual venom that laced her syllable, probably hindered by her bad mood. At his request for hugs a hug or consolatory hand shakes, her gaze finally veered to settle on him properly. Hazel irises dead-panning, both aware that Revy was not the hugging type, unless completely blasted with liquor. Her silence seems to stretch out for hours, even if it's only a few seconds before, reluctantly, she extended a gloved palm toward him.

"Guess I'll be seeing ya' around then, partner."

[revysteadygo]

pigeonmagic replied to your post:why the fuck is rock’s kid in our house breaking...

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don't look at me I didn't invite it

[revysteadygo]

why the fuck is rock's kid in our house breaking shit anyway

[revysteadygo]

All These Ghosts and Still Can't Find a Boo

[rosepetalmafioso]

Luca thought back to his last days in Regalo. For months the ladies in the marketplace,especially those who clustered around Frederica’s dress shop, had hinted that Sumire’s fortunes became extraordinarily grim. Papa had been on edge too, but they had been so busy deploying the Famiglia that he was sure there was no time to give him a palm reading. “Mama does what she can, I can’t blame her even if she had withheld anything. I would have rather stayed in ignorance if I had the option.” It would have been unthinkable to leave Regalo at the time anyway. He wouldn’t have believed a word she said. It was his home.

"That’s what you’re so excited about, isn’t it? The takeout? Revy…Revy…" He shook his head and let himself be tugged around by the sleeve. Today was actually…kind of a fun day.

Sure enough, there the place was. It was a darkly shrouded tent nestled in between two buildings. It was a little more than suspect. Where exactly had she heard of this? Nobody was even waiting to have their fortunes read outside. But he would let her have her fun, as long as he kept his wits about him and made sure they didn’t get swindled along the way.

"I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll be lucky and find money on the sidewalk? Ahh…as long as life here remains safe and everyone is healthy I don’t mind what comes of the fortune."

[revysteadygo]

"That's it, a little sidewalk change?? Fuckin'a, you're too easy to please!"

Observing the accumulation in his hesitance as they advanced towards the tent, she stalled her pace just at the mouth of its opening to get a closer gander. Despite being a tent, it was still a broad space-- similar to the kind Carnys room in at a travelling circus or akin to. It suddenly hits Revy that she wasn't even exactly aware of what the prank involved! All she'd witnessed of its aftermath earlier on was some poor chump bolting it down the street as though he'd gone head to head with the Grim Reaper, and an extremely amused friend (ex??) emerging not long after in stitches of hysteric laughter.

"So, ya' ready?" She questioned, scooting over to stand behind him and leaning in to speak beside his ear.

"After you!" And shove, she'd assisted his first steps into the tunnel with a sharp push between the shoulder blades, trailing not far behind.

The inside décor was as one would expect; Dimly lit with the flickering of candlelight projecting shadows against the nylon canvas, swathes of vibrantly dyed material draping from the ceiling depicting various enchanted designs in glitter.

"Hello??? Hey! Anybody home??" There bloody better be.

[revysteadygo]

Not sure if kids always have this stupid hair or if just Halloween spirit