BUZZ KILLINGTON (OPEN)

[NAKANO REN]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]A dark haired young man in a pair of beat up jeans and t-shirt swayed to the left and right, looking as if he'd fall off soon. He leaned too far to the right and sure enough, he fell over like a board. He laid on his side staring out into the darkness of the abandoned amusement park. Not like a he gave a damn. His glasses, disheveled on his face, he decided that it was a comfortable enough location to take a nap. Ren looked awkwardly up, his legs still entangled in one of the merry-go-round's horse. He was actually not comfortable at all as saw his legs still high in the air. "You-You got a problem, horsey?" The drunk eyed the horse. It was giving him a stare of judgement. "I'll punch you in the snout!" He shouted at it as he tried to untangle one of his feet from the metal stirrup. "Whoever made this is a stupid." He grumbled as he twisted his foot in a weird way and something cracked. Too lazy to care what the crack was, he kicked the horse with his other foot. "I said whoever made you is a stupid!" He slid himself up and stared at the horse. "Silence is weakness, dumbass!" He got to his feet, hobbling because he probably fractured his human ankle. "Besides, horses are fucking stupid anyway! Stupid! Your mom's a stupid!" He poked the horse in the plastic eyeball. "Keep it up. I'll fuck you up." He said hobbling away to one of the plastic carriages on the merry-go-round. "I said, don't look at me horse!" Ren stared it down with narrowed eyes. Swaying, he threw himself into the carriage and laid, spread out on the floor of it. "You're such a wreck." He heard a voice and poked his head up. His eyes giving an unorganized blink into the darkness. "Over here. You smell like Satan's piss." Ren was insulted by someone unknown so he stood up out of the carriage with a sway. "You won't get away with that. I know what that smells like." He groaned and felt something tap his shoulder. Suddenly, the plastic horse was there as he turned around. "Oh. Not silent anymore, huh?" Ren closed one eye and raised a fist to the horse. "What an idiot! It's me." The horse head melded into a person's head and he knew that face. "Get it, now?" The person's head asked. But suddenly, Ren started laughing loudly. "You've got a horse's ass." He told the head and walked around to give the plastic rear a few little pats. A vein throbbed on the human head. "Cut that out! I just wanted to warn you that someone is coming. Don't be cheeky. Just hide." The human head started to revert back to a horse head. "How big is the dick of a horse?" Ren bent down to get a look. "You've been neutered." He said as he felt around the bottom of the horse. "Shut the fuck up." The horse head sweatdropped as the eyes became plastic once again. It didn't occur to him that the horse might've been a girl. The man swayed away. "Gotta find some water." Ren said to himself as he stumbled off the stairs of the merry-go-round and fell down, into a mud puddle. "Hey, that's water." Ren said as he laid in it. He put his hands over the water and made a pass over it. Then, he snapped his fingers. He got up out of the puddle and laid down beside it. Pulling a straw out of his pocket, he began to suck at the liquor he'd made out of the mud puddle water. "Wait... Did I pee myself?" Ren asked out loud. Feeling the water on his pants. He shrugged his shoulder and began to suck at the old mud puddle while laying face down near it.[/style]

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[NAEGI YUUKO]

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[NAKANO REN]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Ren heard a feminine voice. And what he could gather in his heavily intoxicated state, she was standing in water. Or was he near water? "Have you washed your hands lately?" Ren asked. He was much dirtier than the young lady was. When she didn't answer the question, he sat up looking annoyed. He'd dropped his glasses in the puddle somewhere. "Shut up for a minute." He said, putting his hands in the puddle and reaching around at the bottom to find them. He did find them and put them on his face. As wine dripped down his glasses and onto his cheeks, he looked up at the young woman. Actually, he thought frowning... She looked like a little girl. "Where's your tits at?" He asked her, point blank. "If you're trying to pick me up, you've gotta do better than that. You've got nothing there." He waved his hands around. "Hey, kami-sama!" He shouted up at the sky. "Why no tits?" He asked the dark sky. "Give her some real big ones! And huge nipples!" He pointed up at the girl's chest as if directing where Kami-sama's powers should be focused on. A few minutes later, he was focused on the puddle again. He'd had a bottle somewhere about while he was on the merry-go-round. So, he looked for it. He stumbled about, looking for his missing bottle in the weeds around the ride. Adjusting his glasses, he felt and picked up. It hissed at him and he blinked at a snake in his hands. "Want a pet snake, little girl?" He blinked over at the girl as the reptile bit him repeatedly and squirmed around, flipping it's body about in his grip. "Shut up, you." He told the snake. "I know your stinking mom. She's not a nice person." He said, tossing the snake over to the girl. "Have him. He's mean." Ren, said as his eyes widened behind his glasses. "Found you~" He sang and did a twirl. The bottle that he had misplaced was held high in the air for a moment. He walked back to the puddle and saw the snake slithering about. "Move, asshole. It's mine." He told the snake and pushed it away with his shoe. He bent down, holding the bottle to the puddle and liquid soon began to fill it. "If you're an offering, you're kind of a sad one." He said as the bottle was filled and he inspected it. "You a virgin?" At least he would have that much. Virginal girls were so much tastier than... Well, tastier than promiscuous ones. "One or two dicks is okay, I guess." Ren told the girl. "Just, a whole lot of dicks is not." He said searching for the cap to the bottle in his pocket absentmindedly. He pulled it out and put it on the bottle with a twist. "Oh, ya want some?" He blinked at her with a frown. "Here." He said opening the bottle again and pushing it toward her face. "Open up. This is like the best stuff. I made it so, obviously, it's the best. I'm the god of alcohol, after all." It was a bad thing to sober up. His judgement was coming back to him. "Wait." He stared blankly at her. "We're friends, right?" He said pulling it back to him. "If not, you can't have any." [/style]

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[NAEGI YUUKO]

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[/color] she though to herself, feeling the controlled fear that always arose before a potential confrontation.

Just as Yuuko was starting to get a bit annoyed with his round-about conversation topics, she heard exactly the signal she needed to jump into action.

I'm the god of alcohol, after all."

Slowly, she stood up and straightened herself out to her full height. Outside of hunting, her unusual tallness made her feel awkward and stick out, but during hunts it was a pointed advantage. With practiced ease, she removed the cap of her cane to reveal a simple black hilt and in one swift jerk, her hunting katana was out and she had taken up her fight stance.

The acoustics of the now-faded park allowed the for sound of her blade travelled throughout the park. The homeless and the drug addicts reacted with open fear, but the prostitutes and gangs members who were around frequently enough to know her were a mixed back of jeering encouragement or indifference. In the background Yuuko could hear one of prostitutes yell: “Kick him in the balls, Kuomori-chi, that teme barfed on my shoes.”.

”Sorry.” she said softly, her voice earnest,”But, we’ve never been friends.”.

When the crowds quieted down and people began to go back to their business, Yuuko shifted to a defensive stance. ”I kill vampires outright, but we have a policy with gods. You have two options: you leave this place with me and get a free pass or you refuse and we fight. If you agree to leave you have three chances. You loose these chances if you feed on a human or enter South District again during nightfall. You do either of these, I take a vital organ from you. You hit your third strike, I’ll hunt you down and make sure your ascension into the spirit world is a painful and prolonged experience. If you come back for whatever reason, you loose your privileges and every hunter will look for you.”

It was a speech she had only had to deliver in person once before, but had been drilled into her head since she was a child. Her delivery was calm and level, but there was genuine force that wasn’t present in words that were “Yuuko”. This was Kuomori’s set of rules and she lived by it, just like everyone else who followed in the footsteps of those first few in medieval Romania.

”You have 60 seconds to reply. Do you comprehend?"
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[NAKANO REN]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #d8dec3; width: 115px; padding: 5px; height: 300px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=iconbro] [/classy][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #ff6161; border-bottom: 2px solid #ebede2; margin-top: 3px;]SOUR CANDY[/style][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; color: #4a3d3d; text-align: justify; margin-top: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px;]NO WE WENT UNDER, THE WEIGHT WAS TOO MUCH TO CARRY AND I FELT THE THUNDER, MR. DON'T LOOK SO SCARED. I NEVER KNEW, I NEVER KNEW THAT I COULD BE SO SAD WE WENT UNDER.[/style]

[atrb=style, background-color: #ebede2; padding: 15px; height: 300px; width: 250px;][style=background-color: #ebede2; padding: 5px; height: 280px; overflow: auto; color: #4a3d3d; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]Ren frowned for a moment, adjusting his glasses with his free hand as he took the bottle back to his chest. He blinked to her awkwardly, noticing the stance she had taken and gave a snort through his nose as he smiled to himself. This little human girl was telling him what to do. And, with such an authoritative tone. "You don't really think that I would fight you in my current state, do you?" He flung himself down, taking a seat on the ground. All this talking of feeding, he couldn't even be the slightest bit interested in it now. She ruined any kind of appetite he might have had for it. Well, except his appetite for the drink, of course. He began filling his bottle again. "High and mighty." He huffed. "I wouldn't fight you anyway." Ren's dark hair hung over his eyes as he looked up at her through his bangs. His fingers adjusted his glasses again as he stood upright and shuffled his feet backwards. "Ascension into the spirit world. Ha." He mumbled to himself as he lifted the bottle to his mouth. "You do know that I'm already here for punishment? Right?" He held up the hand containing the bottle and pointed his index finger at her. "As if Kami-sama would let a hunter shorten it." He scoffed. "Actually..." His intoxicated eyes danced for a moment. "Go ahead." He rushed over, grabbing the end of her sword. "Let's test it out." The dark haired god put the sword to his neck. "Slice cleanly at the neck. I'll go back to heaven and stop having to put up with you filthy terrestrials." He grinned, taking a gulp of his bottle after raising it to his mouth. Ren was fairly impatient for a god. He removed his glasses, putting them in his pocket. "Maybe if I get down on my knees, it'll be easier to chop my head off." He blinked absently and got down to the ground. "It's not fair if you're going to cheat!" He heard and his eyes moved to their corners. He could see what was going on and a nearby set of weeds had caught on fire. "Be quiet. Don't interfere with human events." He told the burning weeds. "Just do it already!" He pointed at the girl. "Or I'll feed on one of those hookers-" "I'll get you a woman." The weeds proclaimed. "Boring." Ren answered. "Ya see this face?" He pointed to himself. "It can get any girl. I want to go home." "Tch! How about some money then?" The weed asked and Ren blinked. "How much are we talking here?" He crawled over to the burning weeds and laid in front of them. "Like ten million, how's that?" The weeds swayed with an night breeze that hit Ren's face. His face felt hot now and he raised a hand to touch his cheeks. "Sounds like Daddy's trying to be a cheapskate." Ren stared at the burning weeds. "Alright. A billion! As long as you don't try it again! Don't cheat coming home! I'll send you back as woman if you do!" The weeds leaned toward him as if trying to intimidate him into staying honest. "You're such a busy body." He told the weeds as they fizzled away into a puff of smoke. He stood up, looking at the girl and blinked at her. He took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on his face. "Well, have a good night!" He raised his palm to her and filled his bottle from the puddle once more before taking a few steps. "Oh. No hard feelings, right?" He turned looking to her. "You're quite pretty but girls that want to kill me aren't my type, ya know?" He gave an awkward smile and made his way back to the merry-go-round. [/style]

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[NAEGI YUUKO]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]The sound of shuffling follow, but Yuuko stood still. It sounded almost like…he was adjusting himself…? His responses where just as offensive as they had been before, but a lot more coherent. The part of Yuuko that was a normal teenage girl was beginning to get scared, but Kuomori pushed those troublesome thoughts into the back of her mind and focused at the task at hand. Besides, if she failed at least she would die an honourable death and her Father would be proud. However, her brow furrowed when he began to speak about Kami-sama and his punishment? Was that right? ”-and what exactly did you do that would warrant you banishment to live amongst and with us filthy terrestrials?” she asked, her voice the same smooth monotone as before. Not that she expected an answer. Which was good because shortly after it was very clear that the god had decided to drop the subject and had moved on to laughing at her. When she felt the blade move and press up against his human neck, she was just about ready to comply with his request and chop his head off right then and there. But, merely seconds after he had dropped to his knees and she was readying to lift it from it’s position at the side of his neck, he moved again. Yuuko sighed. Whether it was relief or annoyance she couldn’t tell. Maybe it was a bit of both? The distinct sound of cracking and the disgusting smell of garbage and dried plants directed her attention to slightly behind the god. The voice was different from earlier, so she could only assume it was a different person and they were either lit of fire and happen to be the god of garbage or were channelling themselves into one of the nearby patches of weeds. Yuuko listened intently to the conversation, either loosening or tightening her grip on the blade’s hilt depending on the subject matter. From what she could gather, the other voice was the god’s father, they were bartering for good behaviour and she definitely did not feel as sympathetic as she had before. His “parting” comment was the final straw for her. Kuomori had been livid for a long time, but the Yuuko part of her was more angry then she had ever been in her life. She marched straight after him, following his footsteps until they were on top of the merry-go-round and she was able to catch up with him (it was much easier to hear footsteps on wood planks). She stepped in front of him, hoping to face him, but instead being slight tilted to the right. Her anger was making her clumsier then usual, but “clumsy” for a Naegi was pretty much normal for regular people. Yuuko’s hands reached out and -thankfully- grabbed him by the collar and brought him close to her face. ”Did you really think I was going to let you just walk away?” she asked, her voice finally cracking out of the monotone to reveal her rage, ”After everything you’ve said and done?! You’re not the worst I’ve ever met, but you’re up there…with your talk about boobs and feeding and calling me prett-” Wait-- hold up. He had called her pretty. He had called her pretty. ”He called me pretty?”

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--Well, that and essentially called her psycho bitch, but who was keeping track?

Kuomori found herself the one being pushed into the back as Yuuko came into control and with her bringing a completely red-faced and blubbering girl. After a few seconds of awkward mumbling, Yuuko let go of the god’s collar and did the one thing her Dad had taught her to always do in situations like this.

She aimed a punch squarely at the God’s face.

-and somewhere in the darkness of south district a single, raw, manly tear ran down Naegi-san’s face.

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