#somethingaboutdrills

[lbow-blog]

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“Hey, guy! It’s Simon guy! It’s my bro, simon! It’s sibro!” Naki had spotted him from a block away, and jumped up and down with excitement.. He had not seen him in awhile. At least he thought anyway. He remembered dancing at the ball, the time they first met, meeting with Kamina. All precious memories! All of a precious boy to Naki.

Technically, a precious human boy but Naki had ignored that detail. It didn’t matter what you were born as, or what your blood was, any two people could be brothers if they wanted to. That was one belief the two of them had in common so really they should be able to get along. Naki had been almost a block away when he spotted him (thank you ghoul senses), but he was loud enough to be heard. 

Also he was short sighted enough to run straight into the middle of traffic to reah Simon’s side. A car swerved to avoid him. Naki happily through his arms around Simon, not even noticing, and took him into a spinning hug. When he finally put the man down, his eyes narrowed.

“Something looks different about you. Could it be-”

He paused leaning in.

“Did you get a haircut?”

[lieatre]

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Efi wasn't used to fighting actual people, not any that were fully aware of what they were doing anyway. Lies and lie consumed people were all she'd ever fought and that was because she could save them. Now she was fighting actual people because they wanted to kill her. (It felt so weird even thinking that.)

She dodged a blast of lightning, getting showered in dust and dirt and a couple smaller rocks in the process. She pressed her ears against her head, keeping an she on the couple people in front of her. She couldn't easily run away, not with another man behind her, which meant her only option was fighting. She opened her mouth wide and blew a small flame at the one closest to her. It was the best she could do, with no strength behind her punches and most of her magic still gone.

She readied for another blast of fire, the heat of the flames building in her chest. Before she could breath it at another person, though, she was suddenly lifted off the ground by her neck. "H-Hey! Let go!" She kicked her legs, trying to get out of the man's grip.

[allcapscitta]

I REFUSE TO LET ANYONE BE TRAPPED NOT ANYMORE AND NEVER AGAIN JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?

    -- SIMON (@somethingaboutdrills)

[undyingparagon-blog]

Gattai!!!

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He was given back Gurren. And presented with an impossible challenge, a battle for not only his life, but the life of this entire city. No matter how stubborn Kamina was, how much he hated this city, or how much he didn’t understand a single thing within these walls. There were people who he wanted to protect. And people that had seen through the bravado, and found the inspiring man to look up to. So Kamina was going to do exactly what he did best. Because he was a fighter. His blood was burning in war, his bones screamed for a battle, his eyes hunting for the next fight.

And no matter the circumstances, Kamina had just been given one of the most exciting fights he could imagine.

A hand slammed the screen from within his cockpit, scanning for the communication link between Gurren and Lagann. If he had his mech back, then Simon definitely had his. While he waited patiently for that to proceed, hands gripped at the long lost controls, the paragon gazing out as the beast emerged from its hold. And though the sight filled him with fear, though his nerves rattled at the idea of fighting something so monstrous. 

The Greatest Man to ever set foot in this city, was not held back by fear. 

The beep sounded, telling him that he was connected to Lagann’s comms, and he jerked back the controls, cockpit slamming shut violently as a beaming smile grew upon his face. His head turned to face the screen, face covered by his bravado.  “Simon! You wanted to show this city how we fight?! Now we back your word up with action! Get your ass over here! Remember when we said we’d shatter the heavens?! When we’d take the sun in our hand, when we’d burn all who dared stand against us with the fury of hell, and tear apart anyone who stood over us?!

Well there’s one big ass ugly shadow, right now! So stand up! We’re gonna light one hell of a fire under this city and show them what happens when we kick logic out! When we hunt down the impossible!”

“JUMP SIMON! LETS SHOW THESE BIG ASS MONSTERS HOW DAI GURREN ROLLS!”

[fr-fractured-blog]

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He’s covered in bruises, looks like he had a few bad run-ins, but he isn’t really... feeling much. Maybe it was because he’d managed to steal a cigarette from one of those whack-jobs before escaping an unfortunate fate. At least one side of his face looked okay. The other, not so much.

“Man,” he sighed out, bobbing the cigarette up and down via his lips as he stopped in his tracks, trying to take advantage of the quiet time. Leaning heavily against the wall of a building he particularly didn’t care for, he huffed out another breath.

“This... sucks,” he whined, head hanging heavily from his neck while the cigarette fell and landed on the ground. This probably was what blood loss felt like, wasn’t it?

Oh well. Can’t say this was the first time.

“C’mon, ‘D,” 2D said through gritted teeth, dragging himself forward whilst still leaning hard against the wall. Eventually, though, his knees bucked and, immediately, he tumbled and landed on his knees. He thinks he overdid it, but it was too late for regrets when he saw a smaller shadow obstruct his swaying view of the sidewalk.

“... Please don’t hurt me,” he managed out, voice sounding oddly polite as he raised both hands in weak defeat with his head bowing, though unintentionally. “Or maybe wait until I die first.”

He might’ve been a little dramatic.

[sukoshihato-blog]

         〖❀〗❝ AHHH!! There is something on you!! There is a bug on you! There is a BUG on you!! ❞

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[fr-fractured-blog]

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It’s been a couple of minutes now.

All he’s been doing is watching from a close enough distance, and he admits that it’s kind of impressive to see a person so focused on what they were doing. Even if, embarrassingly, 2D couldn’t quite tell what he was doing. It looked like digging, but it wasn’t the kind of grave digging the singer had to do back at Kong. Kept him occupied. Kept the band tightly knit, too.

Admittedly, it was a bizarrely fond memory and made him smile a little.

“Feel tired?” he spoke up suddenly, unaware of the possibility of spooking him. He had started to lean to the side, trying to bend at his side to get a better angle of what the kid was doing. All that riled 2D was the potential of concern now that it hit him. He wasn’t sure what he was doing nor what he was using. All he knew is that there were, evidently, tons of ways to keep one’s self occupied in this city.

Maybe he ought to start taking notes.