#valiantcharge

He’s standing at the stairs, eye squinted, head leaning to the wall next to the stairs. Somehow he isn’t sure if he’s awake yet - the sight of Azrael gouging out whatever he seems to find is not fully printed onto his consciousness just yet. Good thing Ogata has most of his food secured in the mini fridge inside the room, spare the bird carcasses. Does this guy even that one shouldn’t eat birds raw? Ogata doesn’t know but he’s not confident about it. Well, not his stomach, not his problem. His roommates might not be very happy about the food disappearing but he’ll save that headache for another time.

He blows out a sigh as Bullet passes him jogging to the kitchen likely hoping to get her portion. 

Welcome back to beautiful Isola Radiale, Azrael!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 311.

You’ll retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

“That was sarcasm, the silence is driving me up a wall, sorry about the finger dents in the upstairs hallway.”

... And there is the first adult man Emma has ever laid her eyes on.

He’s terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.

But Emma won’t start trembling at the sight of a possibly unhinged adult! She’s seen demons, for crying out loud! There’s no need to be scared!

“Have you always been that strong?” She hadn’t seen him do anything particularly noteworthy in terms of strength, but judging by his appearance, she assumed that he could crush another grown mans spine in seconds.

“How did you get that strong? Can I learn how to fight too?”

Not nice! Not nice in the slightest! 

Travis could’ve complained about this. Well, more than he did. He could’ve yelled something about how ‘you’d think the combined rep of Travis Touchdown and Rosa Cervantes would be the only security system this penthouse needed.’ Or maybe he could’ve posed the rhetorical question of ‘who the hell could’ve pulled this off.’ 

Emphasis on ‘rhetorical,’ though. Because, really, this only fit one motherfucker’s MO. And truth be told, for him, Travis and Rosa’s reputation was only a lamp drawing in a moth. 

So the sole complaint from our otaku assassin? 

“Stealing our drinks while we’re busy getting busy upstairs... low blow, Azrael. And a big mistake.” 

          “So... It’s finally come to this, huh?“

     Ragna knew he couldn’t avoid Azrael forever. The other man’s insatiable appetite for a challenge was inescapable... And with “prey” like the Grim Reaper roaming around the city, there was little else that could catch the Mad Dog’s attention quite like Ragna could, just from the mere act of existing. So there the two were... sitting across from each other at a table, the room dimly lit. It’s certainly not the setting one would expect for a battleground...

     The truth of the matter is this: a legitimate fight between the two, either at their current state or at full power, would leave the city in ruins. Ragna’s not even sure if the Intraspace would be able to withstand the destructive force both men were capable of. And the last thing he wants is to wind up on everyone’s shit list over a stupid duel that he allowed to happen. So fighting was out of the question... so what the hell is the Reaper planning?

          “... This was the most peaceful solution I could think of.”

          BAM.

     Suddenly the lights were turned on, illuminating the room to reveal the restaurant interior they were in. Their table was empty, but it wouldn’t be for long-- off to the side were several tables of food that was already prepped and ready to go, every single dish being centered around meat of some kind. A banner quickly unfolded from the ceiling, proudly showing off the challenge that would take place.

          All You Can Meat Challenge!

first interactions // no longer accepting 

         Meeting up with Azrael wasn’t exactly going as planned – especially not in this packed restaurant. They heard the barbecued meat here was to die for, so of course, as big dudes with big appetites, they had to come try it. But oh… they probably picked the worst night to visit. How did they expect Kanji to eat standing? That was just unacceptable. With his order placed, he looks around for the other guy. 

         Waving a hand in his direction, Azrael sat at an empty table… with only one chair – which he was sitting in. And that free seat he was pointing to? It was his lap. Brows furrow as his face contorts to that of disgust. 

❝ Oi! Meat Mountain! I’m here to fight. Open up. ❞