[Semi-hiatus]
What the hell kind of welcoming crew was this? Nothing but a bunch of pathetic humans — mostly just those Mibu mutts! Che! Were they itching for a fight, or had he underestimated their stupidity and they were actually lost? Harada wasn’t among their lot, either; just his luck.
Maybe he should fill their legs with some holes. Just for chuckles, of course.
[Yo! After tomorrow… er today technically, I should be free enough to return since most of my remaining finals are online. I have dirt-old threads for Pan (I always owe you a thread, don’t I, hun?), leadingbushi, the-flower-among-swords, thewhitefoxclub, UBBER old one for Ryumun, and one for shinsengumi-aya but I guess they terminated their account?
Anywho. Let me know if I forgot anyone, and what you’d like me to do with these threads: reply, start over, delete, etc? Or if someone wants to start somethin’, I’m game, though I should warn you that I’m about as unreliable as Shiranui is rude. ]
“As much as I would simply love to just that, I’m afraid it’s much too soon. They would expect me to do that. The key to victory with these fools is to catch them with their defenses down — or break those said defenses down for them. But that requires more work. Do you not agree?”
What was he waiting for, a high enough body count? Humans could prattle, formulating plans until their tongues dried up in their mouths but it would do little good against oni. If Kazama wanted to play games, Shiranui supposed he could step down for now in hopes of deriving some sort of entertainment from this farce.
“I only agree upon the thrill. It’s no fun if they aren’t interesting.”
ooc [if there's still a harada around by the time I get back...] [I can promise some bullets and fun]
[Yo! I’m not sure who’s still around that’s itching for bullets from an arrogant bastard, but I’ll be back for sure in a few weeks, after finals are over. I have threads that are old as dirt, so if I owe you (and I can put a list up of who I know for sure I owe later), lemme know if you want me to reply or just idk shoot `em and bury `em. In the mean time, watch out…. bastards like Shiranui like to raise a little hell for fun after being away for so long.]
Caged bird? “Shut up!”
He walking on thin ice.“I’ll rip your tongue out.”
Not before he riddles that cold heart of hers with some hot lead. “Heh.”
shiranuikyou said: [Shiranui and I can offer our services… IN THE FORM OF BULLETS AHAHAHA]
“This is why he doesn’t have any friends.” Hit him, his mun, and her mun with a pillow before going back to sleep.
All his friends are deaaaaaaaaaaaad
“Hah! So says the pretty little caged bird who doesn’t have any either, but rather guardians to make sure she stays put.”
Blatant was the scowl upon the oni’s lips. Che! You have got to be kidding; what the hell kind of company was this? Nothing but a much of damn Mibu mutts. Kazama keep your peasants away, would you? A few stragglers were here, too — ugh and was that a durian?
Tch. Today was not his day, it seemed. What a pain in the ass. He bothered to work for a bit and this is what he comes back to? Perhaps he should waste the bullets and spare himself the aggravation; Amagiri might lecture him later, but Shiranui wasn’t the type to give a damn.
The oni growled something under his breath. Whatever.
While it was true that Chizuru certainly was not a human and could withstand the heat of a battle far better than the captains of the Shinsengumi could, she didn’t want to be in the way and had promised to do exactly as she was told when accompanying the men on their patrols. But was she really going to tell someone like Shiranui that? No. She doubted he would listen if she did. The chocolate colored eyes of the female demon picked the slight movement of the other’s hand and tracked it carefully. As Shrianui’s hand rested ever so gently near his pistol, Chizuru slowly rested her own slender fingertips around the hilt of her kodachi in what she thought was a very casual manner. Summoning up more courage (if that was even possible for her), Chizuru tried to keep a determined and unafraid look on her face.
However, the narrowed eyes of the male and the frown that danced upon his lips were in no way calming or comforting to Chizuru, and she could feel her heart starting to beat just a little faster. His words were of no help, either.“Well? Aren’t you going to run back to the Mutts’ den?”
“Nn…” She chewed slightly on her lip and quickly racked through her brain to come up with a, hopefully, believable response. Did she really want to admit that she may have gotten herself a tad bit lost in the crowds she had had to squeeze her way through? Did she really want to admit that? Of course not. She took in a silent breath, straightened her posture and leveled a stern glare at the demon, though she couldn’t quite make it to his amethyst eyes.
”M-my actions are none of your business, Shiranui-san.”
A flicker of disappointment danced in his gaze for a brief moment when he noted her slender fingers curling around her kodachi. Che. She knew — hell, they both were well aware — that he could empty the chambers of his pistol before she even got close enough to swing that pathetic blade.
Now, wasn’t he a nice guy to allow her off the hook after such a foolish action? See? He didn’t fill her with bullets, isn’t that wonderful?
Determination shone brightly in the demon girl’s gaze, and though she did not have the skills to back up such a look, Shiranui did admit he found her resilience amusing to a small degree. She was still an idiot, though.
[“M-my actions are none of your business, Shiranui-san.”]
Smooth was the whistle that escaped the oni, a small smirk upon his lips. Well it was about damn time someone learned to bark properly, now all she needed to do was sharpen her fangs. “How mean,” he mockingly replied, “and here I was merely kindly reminding you of your situation, demon girl.”
Shiranui tilted his head to the side slightly, that wide, smug smirk upon his lips. “Or did you forget how rare female oni are?” Perhaps she didn’t realize that Kazama wasn’t the only threat she faced. But hey, if she wanted to be a breeding cow to Kazama or some low-level oni looking to pad their bloodline with that of the Yukimura, then who was he to judge? Heh, not that running back to the Mutts’ den would save her any, either.
(Source: shiranuikyou)
If there was one thing that Chizuru did not want to hear when she had none of the captains within direct earshot of her, it was Shiranui’s voice. At first, she had been lost in her thoughts, wondering where the captain she had been with had gone. So naturally, when the demon spoke to her, it caused her to jump just a little bit. Her chocolate brown eyes fell on his rather intimidating frame, and she started to feel a little smaller than usual. She swallowed hard and instinctively took a small step backwards.
“A-h… Shiranui-san…”
Way to make yourself seem brave and harder to attack, Chizuru. She silently scolded herself and quickly summoned up whatever courage she could.
“I-I’m not alone. There… There was a disturbance during patrols and I was told to stay away from their fight.” Though, perhaps she had wandered a bit too far from the scuffle. She made sure to make as little eye contact as possible with this oni as she spoke.
Violet irises narrowed slightly, purely from amusement, as the demon girl practically jumped out of her skin. Honestly, she should be more aware of her situation, all things considered. But that was none of Shiranui’s business, technically. He merely raised a brow as she leveled a wary glare on him.
[“I- I’m not alone. There… There was a disturbance during patrols and I was told to stay away from their fight.”]
Shiranui furrowed his brows, a faint frown upon his lips. “Hah?” A brief hint of anger flared in the oni’s violet gaze, irises narrowed to slits, as he glared at the demon girl before him who seemed rather intent on establishing as little eye contact as possible. He growled something akin to a sigh while he rolled his shoulders in a half shrug. “Man, you lot are stupid.” As if someone with her blood needed to avoid a pathetic human skirmish! Did she forget how quickly her wounds healed? How fast her body reacted to the smallest hints of danger? How could she not be insulted by the Mutts’ insistence to treat her like some weak, pathetic human?
Tan fingers perched themselves upon his belt, fingertips brushing against the cold metal of his holstered pistol. Why she lingered in the company of those annoying, pathetic humans was beyond him. A faint frown tainted his lips, though his voice held an evident mocking tone when he spoke, “Well? Aren’t you gonna run back to the Mutts’ den?”
(Source: shiranuikyou)
What the hell. “Oi, oi, oi,” Shiranui called, a faint but slightly amused frown upon his lips. “Shouldn’t you know better than to wander over here alone?” Honestly, he had accredited her with more brains than this. Where were those mutts she insisted on living with? She should’ve brought them along; Shiranui couldn’t play with her, but he sure as hell could put a few bullets in her guard dogs.
He blinked, tossing a lazy scoff her way, “Or did you finally come to your senses?”
2 days ago
