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You know who I hate? Vandham. He always gives me shit about the way I work. Like, who the fuck does he think he is? And he calls me a psychopath, like he knows me or something. If he thinks I’m so crazy and incompetent, why am I even a BLADE, huh? Can’t he just take the job away from me, if he thinks I’m so awful at it?
@paralleledfate continued from [x]
She was back again.
He grimaced and hid his face in his hands, not wanting to face her. Her voice was soft, and she had the best of intentions, but how could he show himself to her after all of this? After he’d disgraced himself again? Why did she even still bother? Part of him desperately wanted the comfort. Another general was dead, and this time he was the only survivor. It seemed to Viral like he was cursed, doomed to be the cause or a major player in the demise of everyone important to him. What if Tsuuma got too close? He could barely deal with himself now, let alone if she got hurt.
He sighed. The beastwoman knew him too well. After all, she’d been through this with him before after Thymilph died. It was almost becoming routine, disturbingly so. Deciding to give in to his own selfishness, he ambled over to the door.
He had to take a moment to collect himself before opening it, trying his damnedest to hide the fact that he was so emotional over this. He didn’t want to appear weak to her. She’d seen him in worse states than this, but he didn’t want to discourage her or make her think he couldn’t handle himself or his emotions.
Viral opened the door, all of his concentration focused on maintaining his poker face. And yet, as soon as his eye met hers everything fell apart. He quickly averted his gaze as he felt the tears beginning to rise. Dammit, why couldn’t he just hold himself together for one minute!?
“Why would you even want to be associated with me, Tsuuma? I’m a failure of a solider and even a beastman at this point...”
@leytej0kin
Viral looked up at the garage door in front of him, raised an eyebrow, then looked down at the paper crumpled between his paws. This was the mechanics shop? A bit back alley and low-tech, he thought. But Simon seemed to recommend it highly enough. With a glance in either direction down the street, the beastman rapped heavily on the metal door, peering inside.
“Hello? Um, I was told this was where I would go if I needed to find scrap? I’m uh... looking for a certain gunman that was supposedly disposed of.”
Or what was left of it, anyway.
@kickingreasontothecurb
Viral needed a moment to think.
He knew what was about to go down in the next couple days. He was getting Tsuuma off of this ship, finally, but in the hardest and least desirable way he could. But his back was against the wall, out of options. He leaned his head back against the metal interior of the ship, the coolness of it feeling nice against the nervous warmth of his body.
He’d never stayed on Dai-Gunzan this long, at least not while Kittan was in control. It had been quite a bit of time, only leaving once or twice to do the “king’s” errands. Everything else had been planning with Tsuuma and staying close to her side, making sure that nothing happened to her anymore. He didn’t know how Kittan felt about him hanging around, but if he had any major qualms he never vocalized them. Tsuuma had been taking a much needed rest, and Viral, unable to sleep here, wandered the halls aimlessly. Bags under his eyes were becoming increasingly noticable, a fact that Tsuuma had been constantly pointing out, worried for his well being.
Glancing around, he seemed to have ended up somewhere much nicer than the rest of this hell hole. At least, it seemed like someone had actually tried to keep it maintained. Was this Kittan’s main wing? It would make sense, high up, above everyone else. This was probably where his right hand people lived, if not himself.
Viral almost jumped out of his skin when he made contact with a pair of crimson eyes down the hall. He backed up a bit, pressing himself closer to the wall instinctively, and tried to resist the urge to bare his fangs. They didn’t seem like much of a threat, in fact, they really weren’t moving much either, as if he had also scared them as much as they scared him. After an uncomfortably long time of shared silence, Viral cleared his throat.
“What are you staring at, huh? It’s like you’ve never seen a beastman before.”
@kinonbachika
Mission accomplished.
Viral had sat in the safe confines of Enki, watching what was once the problem village of Bachika smolder from a distance. He’d probably never get tired of knowing the power he possessed, that with a single flick of his wrist he could decimate a village of thousands whenever he so pleased. Actually, no, he couldn’t just go around destroying them. He’d have to be ordered to do that, something that he couldn’t understand. Why not just blow up all of the villages? If humans were such a problem, why not just exterminate them at the source?
After a while, he grew bored. You can only watch a candle burn for so long, and after all, with the amount of oil that flowed through that village it would probably still be burning for a while yet to come. Turning his gunman to go, he spotted a small black dot out of the corner of his eye. A survivor?
He stepped out of Enki and drew his cleaver, striding over to the area behind the rocks he had seen before. He lept behind them, weapon ready to strike, only to be greeted with an empty expanse. He gave a malicious smirk. He loved it when they thought they could hide from him. Humans were so foolish.
“Come on out, human. I’ll find you eventually, so you might as well make this easier for me. Don’t prolong the inevitable.”
@spiralxhime
“Why the hell did you write ‘emo dad’ on my coffee cup?”
@astrxnxmiical
“...so, if you’re the humanoid form of that mini gunman as you claim you are, and the other mech that creates gurren lagann is not here...”
Viral leaned closer to the boy in front of him.
“Where’s my helmet.”
@vespa-space-officer
“...Where on earth did you get a mecha like that, human? It doesn’t exactly seem to have any weaponized purpose.”
He eyed the vespa cautiously. Perhaps it was like that strange mini gunman that that other human possessed? Then again, the woman in front of him didn’t exactly seem very human.
