On Time

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     “ 少年，你太年轻了。你以为这个论坛上真的有那么多人回复你的帖子？其实都是我一个人回的，不然我换个ID发同样的话给你看。”

     “oh wait was that too hard for you? how about this.”

     “alright, hold the phone--let me tell you a little story here. life or death, you need to listen to what i have to say carefully. lives depend on you listening to this.”

Alright, time to #waste this dude.

     “So I got into a fight today at Wal-Mart. I was standing at the magazine rack, pulling the discs out of OXM outer wraps…basically just minding my own business…and then some kid wearing a Soulja Boy shirt stepped to me quite improper first off, he bumped me.”

:|

     “second off, he flipped the edge of the OXM I was pilfering, in a threatening way as he passed, and then goes… PS3.. fayg. i was like…‘yeah, I’m brand neutral but you don’t need to inform me that you suck off your friends for free, because that’s already obvious. thanks for bumping into me though, dickface’.”

     “actually i only got to the ‘friends for free’ part and he was all up in my face, grabbing the magazine out of my hand and telling me how his older brother was gonna kick my ass.”

     “i DID think of the rest later on though now, normally i try to avoid violence – mostly because my awesome Puerto-Rican Judo and Brazilian Jujitsu skills must be kept in check, or they could cause serious damage. if i punch the ground hard enough, I’m pretty sure i could split the world in half…or at least knock some stuff off a table nearby. but this kid was asking for it, so i lulled him into a false sense of security by apologizing and assuring him that i would procure an ice cream cone of any flavor he chose, as a peace offering.”

     “this seemed to confuse him, but make him cautiously optimistic about the situation, which is when i chose to deliver a jumping front kick to his throat, knocking him back several feet into the Young Miss section where he got tangled up in a Bratz bed canopy and then lurched sideways into rack of Stussy activewear…JUST AS I HAD PLANNED!”

     “since he was incapacitated, i reached behind me for something large and heavy to pound his face with.. but it was all sheet sets, bedspreads, duvet covers and such…when i turned back around he was already back in my face and he had a hanger in his hand. i managed to block the first shot with my left arm, but when i tried to counter with a right jab, he got me in the ribs with the end of the hanger and dropped me to one knee….which left me open to vicious and repeated face kicks, followed by a Garmin GPS display unit to the head.”

     “at this point i really needed to even things up so i went for the double hammer fist to the nuts….a staple move from the knees…cliche really – but i admit i was desperate. i wasn’t gonna let a punk in a soulja boy shirt beat up an awesome American like me, wearing American flag shorts, a wife beater, flip flops, mirrored sunglasses and rocking a sweet dragon chain around my neck. the second i made contact, he grunted and crumpled to the ground like a sack of wet grass.”

     “for a moment or two i considered continuing the pounding to get even MORE even, but then a Wal-Mart employee (surprisingly!) showed up and asked if anything was wrong. i looked at her, then back down at soulja punk and said “no, nothing’s wrong. but could you do me a favor?”

     “she said ‘no’ and turned around to walk away, unconcerned that an unconscious person was laying in the aisle surrounded by defaced Wally World merchandise…but i pretended like she said ‘yes’ and stayed to listen, so i could make my exit the proper way.”

     “i turned back to the crumpled loser who was starting to rouse from his coma of nut pain and said triumphantly as i stepped over him ‘I need a price check….’ then stopped to push him back to the ground with my foot as i continued '…on bitches.' “

     “i wrote the OXM discs off and left through the outdoor gardening area exit feeling like i had just made the world a better place…because i had.“

You adjusted your shades, offering a smirk. 

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

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❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

      “okay listen.”

      “what if i had a defect where light sources of any type would damage my eyes what then huh?

      “what if im blind and have no better else to do huh?

      “what if i just couldnt find my regular prescription glasses and had to wear my shades instead in order to be able to read properly huh?”

      “what if i fucking told you that your goggles were shit and belonged in the bottom of an incinerator? huh? huh? what are you going to do?”

      “dont fucking call me that and dont you ever ask a strider about their shades without knowing that you will get retribution rained on your sorry ass.”

      “there are some things that have to stay a fucking mystery you know and this just happens to be one of them.”

“Oh no Brosef, when I said a drink I meant some unfermented apple cider. I’ve seen at least two Lalondes here so far and there’s no way I’m letting them outnumber us now that you’re here,” you say as you eventually reach the bland looking warehouse prior to opening it up into the offensive attack on the senses that was the night club. Actually, in the day time without any lights or music it was rather calm. Odd.

And so the two of you reached a rather unremarkable looking warehouse, only to have it opened and then assaulted by...nothing? It looked a lot like a club, but seeing the time it would make sense that it would be rather tame about now. Still.. A club? Huh...the little dude really had a good thing going on here. 

     “love what you did with the place.”

Saying that, you would find somewhere to sit, and sit you would, listening to the words that the kid had to say. You really had to stop calling him that now, really. You made a note to yourself to stop that later, but you knew you’d slip back into that habit once again. Habits were hard to break, after all. But...it was really good to see him again. 

It...truly was. Shit, you shoved that sentimentality aside but it still kept coming back. Shame you weren’t around enough for him. Well, you supposed you were here now. 

     “true, all this fighting does seem like bullshit. where’s the point in it, anyway? as far as i can see it really isnt my problem but man why so little confidence in me huh? im tougher than i look and once all this is done ill prove it to you, little dude. or should i say...”

Yeah, it was all kinda clear now. You really were not a very good Guardian, were you? Tsk, you loathed yourself for that.

But the ‘little dude’ comment, the way he stumbled over his words, there was no doubt in your mind who this shithead was. Whether or not he was from some other timeline was a different matter, but after your whole freak memory loss induced identity crisis you had come to a rather simple conclusion about meeting people you thought you knew in this world: they were almost always still THAT person, regardless of surrounding circumstances.

“Not exactly little anymore, if you didn’t all ready notice,” you tell him, a faint smirk threatening to turn into a full blown smile if you weren’t careful. “Probably more than capable of kicking your ass should the situation ever call for it, actually.”

There are still the notable sounds of battle and otherwise other unpleasant reminders that this place is not exactly safe. You wrinkle your nose slightly as you try to think where to go next - Kyoya wasn’t at home… the club might be your next stop. It would probably be reasonably simple to defend if the need arose.

At this you couldn’t help but offer a grin to the other, one that you’d been trying to hide for a while. You normally didn’t show much emotion at all, but that kid’s smirk of his was enough to sway you over the edge. 

     “look at you though, healthy and shit. god that sounded weird but god damn ive heard worse and said worse honestly because well damn. you wanna talk about weird lets talk about how i woke up on a table i mean wow.”

     “how does the saying go? i just came here to have a good time and honestly i am feeling so attacked right now? well, not that im feeling attacked right this second but--”

You would pause, hearing an explosion in the distance. While you were used to these noises from when you were in your little resistance against the batterwitch, you weren’t exactly welcoming of the fact that it was happening. Like, was she trying to take over again?

 What was going on? Well, mister ‘not a kid anymore’ seemed to not mind talking with you, and had something set up, so why not follow him for a bit?

     “i might just take you up on that offer, but until i know exactly whats going on around here im going to be staying sober just throwing that out there right now. or catch up, or whatever the hell im supposed to do here i have no fucking clue youd think there would be a whole tutorial course on this here but of COURSE not.”

Shit you were talking too much again. You really needed to stop that habit, but that wasn’t something you could just drop right off the bat but hey, even you were rambling in your inner monologue but hey, nobody could complain about that other than yourself, which...was, actually. 

The resemblence was remarkable though, you had to admit.

“Yeah well, I guess it’s more looking surprised that out of all of the alternate universes they chose a Bro that doesn’t even know who I am yet. Real fuckin’ quality scientists there,” you say, trying to make it sound like and sarcastic like you don’t give a shit.

Bro?

Wait, wait....oh shit. You fucked up, big time. In your time of wandering around not giving a fuck, you dismissed this fact entirely. 

     “just give me a damn second kid, oh my god.”

Shit, boy you love to die and be killed to be brought back to face someone who knew you. And you glazed over that entirely because you were just so fucking done with everything right about now. More than done. You were ready to hunt down a damn juggalo and eradicate them. 

Not the time, not the time. 

Naw, it was always the time. 

     “i didnt say i didnt know you but i just well, shit, being brought from the dead is kind of fucking confusing you know. if you didnt think id recognize your shades you gotta be fucking kidding me i swear to god dont be such a dick.”

Ah, that’s right. The same was similar to that, wasn’t it. 

     “er...i mean eh? naw, just kidding you little dude just chill for a second.”

Okay but real talk that comment about Highlander was amazing and you would only slowly nod your head. All these timelines getting fucked up in this city was too damn much. You never got the chance to strife with this little dude because of the gap in time between the both of you. Oh well, sometimes miracl--

No fuck that. 

     “seriously if there can only be one, then fuck that. well i guess i do know how to arrive at just the RIGHT time god damn. honestly they should have read the memo about doppelgangers before dragging me here.”

funkmiracles

Otegine has never seen the ocean before. He had seen rivers and waterfalls but not the vast body of water people seem to be hyped about. The sea isn’t an ocean, he knows that, and he probably hasn’t seen the sea before as well, at least not the blue and relaxing kind, more like a sea of fire and most likely death.

Chilling atop of an abandoned building, Otegine sat on the edge of the roof. His feet dangling in the air, his trusty spear next to him, the flames from the neighboring burning buildings illuminated his features quite nicely but it can’t be said the same for his solemn eyes which quietly watched as riot and destruction wave through the streets below.  

The Yari hummed for a bit to himself then turned his head only to see that he wasn’t alone anymore.

And when you were stressed, you smoke. no playing about it. 

Walking over to the other, you sat yourself down beside him, dangling your legs over the edge of the roof as you took a drag off your cig, you let out a sigh as you exhaled away from the other, your expression somber as it could get. Your sword was laid beside you, always within reach as for a little while you remained silent and looked at the city before you. 

     “suppose you could say that. i like high places like this--it makes it easier for me to think on whats going on yanno?”

With that, you’d turn your gaze to the other, your stony exterior softening slightly into the faintest hint of a smile. 

     “too, though? so you like places like this, huh? glad to hear im not alone in that opinion.”

With a self depreciating laugh, you leaned back, bracing yourself lightly with a hand. 

Oh do it for the greater good? What a load of crock. You didn’t give two cents about being accoladed as a hero when you were rather just in the mood to just let out your frustrations about everything upon people you would be able to cut down without fear of breaking moral standards. 

But then there was /this/ asshole, who was cutting down a great amount of people with a sweep of a whatever the fuck that weapon was. You would only give a brief pause as they addressed you, adjusting your shades ever so slightly. 

     “its a sword and it does its job just fine.”

The other’s style was crude and inelegant, not your style at all, but hey, if you were on the same side, you’d rather that you’d not be on his bad side. 

     “its had its fill over the years. i guess i went from killing clowns to killing the joke bunch of hack clowns we’re killing now but i must say that you have a good swing. batter up and all that shit.”

     >>lmao you should see the stupid look on your face man

     >>comic gold right there

You could care less about the suit, but you weren’t about to let a salty dude like this get all riled up for a fight and then say you were sorry. That’s just not what you do. 

So, katana in hand, you’d tap the blade against your shoulder with the biggest grin you could manage. Hell yeah, if this dude wanted to strife, then so be it. 

     >>id like to see you try little man

     >>bet you a bag of doritos that youre wrong

     >>so what are you gonna do, huh?

     >>lets dance, little dude.

     “oh my god are you the village idiot because i told you to fucking apologize to me i mean if youre not going to apologize then you are one useless hillbilly from the sticks.”

What the hell was that, a katana? Aw hell no, this jackass in front of you was calling for a strife, and sure you could have blown him off without a second thought but...

Doritos. 

Shit, you could not just deny those.

     “shit man, youre on. you are going to have your words forced back down your throat i kid you not.”

And that was that. Diving across the center stand between the both of you, knocking produce aside. Standing atop it, you would then lunge forth at the other, blade swinging to end it right then and there. 

There was not enough salt in the oceans to compare to how salty you felt about being around this arrogant prick.