Corrupted Intoner

          ❝ This city is nothing beautiful. Still honor is not upheld—people look out only for themselves. I cannot agree with anyone who calls this their home. ❞

         ❝ What the fuck -- piece of fucking shit! ❞

     Throwing the hunk of small metal to the ground she’d just glare at it. That was probably the fifth one that she’s gone through now. This would be a first time she’d accidentally crush the screen with her fake hand. This was fucking annoying, she knew she could just produce a new arm whenever she wanted to and it was tempting, but it was there as a reminder. Thus she would not do anything to act on those thoughts and would just instead have more of that anger boil in the pit of her stomach.

     ❝ Where the hell... ❞ Her agenda would just have to buy a new one, but she already forgot where to buy those stupid things. You’d think with how many times she’s gone there she’d know. At least she could probably afford a nice one, considering with how much money she’s stolen from others after killing them. ❝ Hey, you! ❞ Quickly she’d march up to the other none to pleased as well still. ❝ Where the fuck do you get another one of those stupid shitty things, ❞ while she spoke her question she’d point to the abandoned phone on the ground. ❝ Gimmie a place. ❞

     From what she got the gist of, this stupid day wasn’t even until the next coming month. Was it a requirement to get all this shit way earlier than usual now? Whoever came up with these ideas she would like to stab them in the face a few good times. Perhaps maybe stab everything laid out in the stores too that were too obnoxious and annoying.

         ❝ Who the fuck actually even buys this shit? ❞

     Her metal hand would reach out and grab a stuffed toy that was holding a big red heart. Any normal person would probably think it’d be cute, but for her own case Zero was far from normal, and this definitely wasn’t her style. Squeezing it a little bit it’d make a noise, muttering the words ‘ I love you ‘ in a disgustingly cute voice. After hearing it a pure look of only disgust would come to her features as she let the thing fall out of her hand as she stared at it. Yeah, there was no way in hell she was touching that thing.

     Where it laid though by another’s feet, that was a good enough place for it. ❝ That thing is defective and disgusting. Put it out of it’s misery and stomp on it or something. ❞

     What she needed currently was a means to get some money, which meant she was on the prowl for stupid men. Stupid men who liked to brag about how full their pockets were of money. Money that she could steal, or make them give to her by providing a service. Nothing that she was too unfamiliar with, but with her mindset now they’d probably get killed after she was done with them. It was a good way to get money and then get rid of the problem.

     She did have her eyes set on a target, but something had distracted her for a brief moment before she went back to looking to where he was. Of course he would be gone in that brief moment, to be only replaced by someone in his spot. ❝ What the fuck -- are you serious?! ❞ Quickly she’d rush over there and look around briefly only to be severely annoyed. Either she could hunt for him, or find someone new to get money off of. Both were annoying options.

     ❝ Where the hell did he go? That guy -- the one with the stupid face, which way? ❞ Might as well ask, if not, well then fuck it, nearest guy was probably going to get mugged.

「💗: Look who’s talking? With your loud ass you’re not helping.」

「 💗: Just a fucking cake? What the fuck? Bitch are you for real right now? How you dare come into my city disrespecting pastries like that and think you  can get away with it? 」

First that fucking rabbit now this? What was wrong with people acting like candies and cakes weren’t literally the only good invention mankind ever had? Oh wow, this was almost the most offensive encounter she had in her entire pathetic life.

「 💗: How the fuck you got that flower sticking out of your skull and walk around like its the most normal thing? Bitch who are you to question my ass or the rainbows, it was a metaphor, not supposed to be that deep. 」

Woah, there this girl really had something up her ass. Couldn’t she relax a little there was food underneath her arm, this metallic zombie was really putting up a show. She can’t imagine what it would be like for humanity to live with someone this long.

「 💗: Can you calm down? You chicken legged forstied slug. If you break the counter pieces of crystal will fly into the food.」

            ( ❀ )❜❝ Who the fuck is this obsessed with food?! Seriously, what the fuck?! ❞ She gets it, food can taste good, but not enough to be obsessed over it like this. God, the people in this city are fucking freaks clearly. This chick being probably the top one freak that she knew in this city now. Did all the places these people came from were just freaksville? Holy shit.

     ❝ Because it just is, stop acting like it’s a fucking huge deal! Rainbows coming out of fucking asses is way more weirder! No one shits out fucking rainbows alright?! So I can question that stupid shit all I want! ❞ Wasn’t as if she could register if something was a metaphor or not at the instant. Still, rainbows coming out of asses? How the fuck was that a metaphor?! Thats a stupid ass fucking metaphor.

“Aye…. but unfortunately, I was never one to believe in lady luck for she is both a ruthless and capricious lady. I only believe the inevitable now. So more than likely it was inevitable for us to end up here,” blunt, concise and bleak as per usual Hilda could only respond in such a manner to the lady’s rather crass choice in language. “Regardless, it is quite worrisome to see how… adapt some are to this situation. I would think some would try to find a way out of here or at least form a resistance of sorts.”

@intonerfied

Noting that there was a ridiculous amount of city in comparison to her own self, Robin wondered just how people could make their way through the metropolis– it certainly couldn’t be by foot! She had seen strange, unfamiliar contraptions whirring by on the street, and wondered if that was how the people here made their way through the city. Though, such an observation did not explain the flocks of people on the sidewalks– most of which seemed to be heading in the same direction.

Robin followed the crowd, wondering what secrets this city was hiding. While she certainly felt out of place, no one seemed to mind her. That was odd, but, perhaps it was a norm of this city? She couldn’t quite tell. Yet, upon following the lead of others, Robin soon found herself in an unfamiliar place: the subway station, though, she was unaware of its name. 

Being forced to follow such a large crowd, Robin soon realized she was stuck among the people, and was swept along despite her attempts to flee. Before she realized what was going on, Robin was thrust into some new place– somewhere foreign, small, and cramped. Not only was this space uncomfortable for the tactician, she realized it was awkward; she had been pushed into some poor woman, and for a moment Robin gaped at her, unsure of what to say.

“Forgive me, I, er–” Suddenly, the space jerked, and Robin flinched. “What? Are, are we moving?”

Welcome to the subway, Robin.

            ( ❀ )❜IT WAS CRAMPED AND it was getting god awfully annoyingly loud as well. The murmurs of people’s conversations kept reaching her ears and it was getting too loud for her. Frustration would build up in her as she tried to have a control on it seeing how she would be in and out of the moving metal machine sooner or later, but calming herself never worked. Her emotions were wild as a horse out in the field, she didn’t care much to try and tame it either. So when getting bumped into, the pure irritation would be shown clear as day on her face. This was going to be an interesting ride for the two of them.

     ❝ Fucking watch where you’re going geez, ❞ not even a hint of kindness in her tone of voice as she made sure to nudge people away from her so that she could have more space for her personal bubble. Clearly people weren’t pleased but she was. Though hearing a dumb question from the other, she couldn’t help but look at her in disbelief.

         ❝ What are you new here or something are just not observant? ❞

Akane watched the pumpkin fly, nearly hitting the other person. Well, at least she had good aim. 

Maybe Akane should study the other a bit before trying to get to know them. Or maybe she’d get to know them better through just silent observance than confrontation- as the guts sprayed across the ground Akane decided this was a pointless conversation- “… You just contradicted yourself.”

Well, so went all attempts at trying to drop the confrontation.

“You’re upset by my questioning, and yet you claim there is no psychological reason why you’re upset? That doesn’t make sense. There had to be something that triggered your irritation, and perhaps my question was a stupid one and that affected you negatively, and as a result you respond negatively. It’s all in the mind- a psychological response to something that triggers aggravation.”

A smirk forming.

            ( ❀ )❜A FROWN WOULD SLOWLY form as her face would sink and form up to something that would make her look agitated. This chick was someone who you would call a smart ass, she had come to this conclusion. Always have to nit pick at something so they could get that exact smirk thats on her face right now. This was really fucking annoying.

When she says it like that, than yes he is happy that she hasn’t sliced a damm throat in this city. No matter how easy it is to get away with murder. There is something…about this city that puts the worst in people. Though that was the obvious already.

“I mean nothing of it, just mere concern. I have never met anyone with such a veracious appetite, that is all.”

“Though yes, I am happy no one was killed for food. “ That sounded like something more to his time period than anything else.

            ( ❀ )❜SHE COULDN’T HELP BUT let out a small snort of amusement. ❝ Then you should get out more, there’s plenty of people who eat food who act as if they haven’t ate in a long time. ❞ Was he just shutting himself inside of his stupid ass home or something? She’d care not either way seeing how it’d just be something more to yell about and seem as if she would be angry yet again. Perhaps for a later future topic, for now she was still enjoying this food.

         ❝ Well aren’t you just a fucking goody two shoes? ❞

“How did I get myself into all of this mess?”

  @intonerfied / sc / one foot in front of the other. 

       yep. there it is. The usual reaction of anyone who couldn’t bear to listen to the man speak yet another word. While it may have been threatening and scary for many, it is simply far too amusing for the king. He raises his hands defensively the moment the woman raises her sword at her, and at the back of his head, he could feel a certain person already putting all of his guards up. There isn’t much he could do to defend his lord on the front part of his body, so if Richard takes no actions, then it means… – he is either a blatant fool ( very possible ) or simply has the situation in his hand ( very unlikely ).

       If it comes down to it, regardless, Richard could defend himself. Probably.

       “Hmm… Well, I’m sure I can recall a few people mentioning something of the kind. If not to my face, surely I have been called worse behind my back.” He is just far too used to it at this point, really - being called annoying isn’t an offense, it’s simply an statement. 

       His hands fall and cross on his chest as Richard watches the woman use her sword to drag a line on the ground. It’s too amusing to see, and the Lionheart can’t help the smile that shows on his face. Is a line of such kind really meant to keep both apart? It’s not like it would help him shut up. Under other circumstances, Richard would have respected the line. But this isn’t something made by respectful authorities - only a girl unfortunate enough to have met him, really.

       “Ah, but I can’t do that! What if you come across any other beasts?” And the line is crossed, as the Saber takes careful steps after the other. His voice is lower and calmer this time, as if he’s trying to sound any less obnoxious. “Besides, I may have dulled your senses by being a bother. It wouldn’t be very knight-like of me to leave your before ensuring you will be safe and sound.” It’s true, really. Not an excuse this time. Not that anything he says is an excuse - because truly, it’s not. “I promise I don’t mean to annoy you. I am genuinely curious, that’s all. If you’d rather, we can see it like this: if you humor me a bit, I will turn around and leave you be! How does that sound?”

            ( ❀ )❜EYE WOULD TWITCH IN annoyance over the pure fact that he did know, but refused to do anything about it. If anything, it made her want to wrap her hands around his throat even more. There was no more patience at this point, she might as well be leaping on top of the fool and wringing his neck. The only thing stopping her from doing so would be the fact that knowing this werido, he’d probably enjoy it and laugh about it. Just that feeling in the back of her head, and it’d only annoy her further.

         ❝ If you know, then you should fucking stop being so piss ass annoying! ❞

     Usually someone would feel pity for a person for being called worse behind their back. Unfortunately, he had the pleasure in dealing with an intoner who held no such feeling. In fact, she damn fucking believed this asshole deserved every ounce of the harsh words that would be spoken behind his back. Sadly though, she could actually relate to such a thing.

     ❝ FOR THE LOVE OF -- ❞ Her anger was rising even more now, her hands were starting to twitch, she really needed to stab something. Punch something. Do anything in any form in the act of violence. If she didn’t, she might just go on an entire killing spree.

     First he crosses over her line she drew, which only fueled the fires even more, but then he actually started to try and be reasonable. This guy was certainly something else, a person whom she’d be glad to be rid of immediately. So damn annoying. ❝ I don’t have enough fucking patience in the whole damn world to humor you right now you idiot! ❞ If her sense had actually dulled from this moron, she might welcome an oncoming attack just so she can have a fresh new body that wasn’t tainted with this moment. The idea was highly considered for the moment. ❝ Tch, if you’re going to bother me even more...then I get to do one fucking thing. ❞

     Revenge. It was pure revenge for the whole annoying conversation as her metallic hand balled up into a fist and was suddenly rammed into his stomach. It was a swift due punishment that she felt was justified. Even though she’d be able to punch him, it still didn’t make her feel any more better. ❝ If I fucking stab someone it’s your fault with how much you annoyed me. You get to take all the fucking blame, you got that? ❞ She would have also said no more annoying talk, but she highly doubt that would even happen. No, she was not in the good gracious hands of the Gods and Goddesses to have anything go her way.

She is a danger. His guardian spirit says, whispering in his head as though it was something to be wary of. But to him, who judges base off actions alone, he never has learned anything from the woman. And so will not judge her yet. Still the fact that she was tearing into her food, somewhat made him think of someone else for some reason. 

 “Ah, nothing, nothing. I’m just happy that your alright now. Has it been long since your last meal?”

Sanada came from a samurai family, hence did not know what hunger is until it was after the exile, where money was scarce due to his exile. 

And than he made that ribbon and suddenly he was rich again. 

            ( ❀ )❜A BROW WOULD RAISE up in question toward him as her face would turn into what seemed like an annoyed look but also one that said she had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. Since her last meal? The Intoner could hardly remember what she did the other day, everyday in the damned city was just a blur to her now. If it didn’t involve killing, what was the point of remembering things? ❝ Do I look like I’m fucking starving to you? ❞ She’d then gesture to her open stomach from her clothing as any person could see if she was starving from the open patch of clothing if she was or not. Clearly, she wasn’t.

     ❝ I just haven’t ate today, that a problem? ❞ With the way she’d eat things quickly and not take her time, it would appear that she possibly hadn’t eaten in a while. Simply though the woman just didn’t have much mannerisms when it came to eating, or just any mannerisms at all. More than likely she had tossed them out the window long ago.

Akane sighed, shaking her head. She’s been around vulgar people plenty, but this person definitely topped the cake. Part of her felt pity for them, genuinely curious as to what went wrong in their life to turn them so sour. Perhaps there had been an incident? And while Akane wouldn’t typically pry for information from somebody so swayed in their own way, it was also in Akane’s character to question what was put in front of her.

“I suppose tastes vary,” Akane crossed her arms over her chest, watching as another pumpkin his the ground, “and while I know it’s in a person’s nature to care, I also know it’s in their’s to not. I’m simply curious as to why pumpkins make you feel this way.”

            ( ❀ )❜❝ Damn right they do. ❞

“How do you kill whats already dead, uu?”