Song of destruction

      As Morgan was dragged by Zero after some point, the boy found himself flailing a bit as he was literally picked up like an actual squabbling child, still letting out cusses as he tried to squirm from Zero’s grasp. It wasn’t until she began to speak where he more or less snapped out of it a second, looking back at the beaten man and down at his hands and.. steadily realizing what he had done. 

“ W-Wait a second.. what did I just do–what did I just say..?! Zero, did I hurt that man? Why did I.. “ His hands shook considerably when he realized he had violently assaulted a completely innocent man. More so was Zero just mad on how he was just wasting her time. 

“ Did I.. Did I do that..?! Wait, what’s going on–why did I do that? What did he do to me?! “ 

A shrug from her shoulders was her only indication she was listening to what he said. Though as their footfalls filled the silence between his quibbling and her thinking, she would find herself increasingly irritated at his questions. In order to make him shut up she would regale him with the tale. “Look. That old man ran into you, and you ran your fist into his face. ” 

Her arm pointed back to the old man who lay on the ground, and she gazed then back at Morgan. “I have no idea why, and I frankly don’t care.” 

utatai

it felt so good to have his speed back.  there was nothing worse than having the full extent of his perception, but not being able to match it with his movements.  It just made him feel slow, never had it been more apparent than that one time he’d been beaten up by that one girl with the flower in her eye.  well he was stronger now, so if they ever met again, the result certainly wouldn’t be the same.

the situation he was in now certainly was strange though.  as npcs walked down the streets he noticed that they seemed to be avoiding him as well as the other citizens.

as such neither he nor Lapis had been paying as much attention to the people around them as they probably should have been.

as such, it wasn’t that long before Lapis bumped into a girl that had been passing by.  She paused for a second to regain her bearings as takeru turned around to see what was taking her so long

speak of the devil

“i-it’s you,” he stammered, “y-you know I’ve gotten a lot stronger since we last m-met”

A single eye seemed to look lazily left, then right, then up...and finally down to peer at the face of the boy before her. Silence ensued, which made the air so tense you could slice it with the dullest of weapons. Speaking of dull...and weapons...her attention would quickly leave the boy, her artificial arm moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. 

Lips parted as she canted her head, as if thinking, and when she became frustrated with the task, she let out an exasperated huff. “Don’t know you.  I would think I would remember a gloryhole cockroach.” A quick look to the girl. “A siscon, gloryhole cockroach.” Truth be told, she did remember him, but he was so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, as well as incredibly irritating, that she preferred to forget.  Perhaps her feigned ignorance might make him just go away. If not, she always had her astounding lack of class to rely on. 

     Before Zero could speak up, Morgan felt a twinge in his head. He wasn’t sure what it was.. maybe just a minor headache but he’d listen to Zero and just.. keep casually carrying the bags, really. For some particular reason, nothing about that sounded off to him. Maybe it was just due to being around her that he should have expected something like this.

      Leaving the matter aside, he’d keep moving forward before a man had rudely bumped into him, rather hard and causing him to drop one of the bags, thankfully not breaking it. In most normal circumstances, he would have just let it go and picked up the bags, resuming walking.

       But all of a sudden he felt a rush of adrenaline in his young body. Turning back towards the man, he was quick to jump towards his height, looping his arm around his neck before bringing him to the ground. Sitting on his chest, he’d give him a rather hard punch to the nose and then another to the chin and temple. 

“ Watch where you’re going decrepit, limp dicked old man!! “ 

A quirk of her brow at the brutal outburst. Eye traveled to the man on the ground who quaked in fear, back to the youthful visage of the previously kind hearted boy.  Quite the precarious development. Hand would rest on her hip as she lazily allowed one shoulder to come up in dismissal.

She was by no means going to stop the attack, if not for the fact that she grew wary of the wait. With a grimace of annoyance she would step forward, grabbing Morgan by the collar and yanking him off the “limp dicked” failed jizz packer, which would have been her added flavor should she have spoken. 

Without a word she would drag Morgan away with her, of course not bothering to check on the status of the old man, not really caring much about his condition anyway.

“Bearded what lord…?”

The name held his attention more than her threats in all honesty. He wasn’t certain of how his physical form would handle abuse in this world, but such things were never all that concerning to him as a servant. With a flinch at the blow to his leg, he was released. It seemed whatever anger she had seemed to be very weak-willed…

Her rage did not incite fear, nor even caution in the Impaler Prince. In fact, it seemed to only cause him to be further interested in her situation. Her demeanor was of one ruined by the world, in loathing of oneself and of all around them. What could have created such a painful existence in one so young? Sweeping himself off, he ignored her open threat, and rose to his full height again, his smile not even slightly diminished.

“Ah, but now I have more questions. You do not seem the type to care for such extreme luxuries as a home like this. Someone as callous as you would no doubt find an abode like this hardly worth your time. Did you perhaps ransack the estate and kill its owner? Or did the owner pass this mansion onto you? Then again…”

She did not like repeating herself, and a scowl crossed her features. Metal arm would move as she pointed to his hair, where his ears would be under. “Well, if you would clean the dick cheese from your ears you would know what I said.” A looks of disgust as she turned away from him, only to be met with another onslaught of questions. If she had half a mind, she would simply walk away, but truth be told -- Zero was lonely. Even the most pestering of inquiries seemed to slightly sate the hole in conversation she had been experiencing. 

A shoulder was lifted in a shrug at mention of the mansion. Someone as callous as her, huh? She sneered at the thought as she replied, albeit facetiously: “For all you know this has always been my little fuckshop of whores.” 

utatai

     Maybe it was out of coincidence, fate, or just the cruelty of the gods that Morgan found himself at both the mercy and apparent favor of the foul mouthed Zero. In regards to this, apparently she had told him something about her ‘arms being tired’ to ‘not giving a something phallic’ which was why he found himself with bags hanging off his arms filled with.. he really dare not ask. 

“ Y-You know.. you still haven’t told me.. what these are or.. where we’re taking them..! “

Did he really need to know where she was taking them? Silence remained between them as her response. Truth of the matter was, the where was more depressing than anything else. An empty mansion. A constant reminder of yet another loss to add to her repertoire of losses. It was just simply too sad --

to everyone else. For Zero herself, she brushed it off like it was nothing, as she did with most things that elicited some sort of strong emotional response. Eventually she halted, half turning to gaze at the boy over her shoulder. “You want to know whats in there, huh?” 

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in·ter·change

(of two or more people) exchange (things) with each other.

From above, Vlad could hear the steps of someone approaching, his eyes following the resident by the sound of their less than pleasant footsteps. When she appeared, he found his gaze widen slightly; she was quite beautiful aside from an interesting protrusion extending from her right eye, and a notably mechanical arm. He had known about prosthetic limbs thanks to the work of the Grail, but flowers sprouting from one’s eye was certainly not something he had learned about.

Now she had come to greet him, but before he could even probably respond to her first bit of speech, he found himself caught in her grasp, eyes widening in surprise. The last thing he had expected was to be assaulted for his curiosity here, at least physically. Yet, the unexpected turn of events did not frighten him, nor did the wrath of this particular woman. If anything, he was pleased with himself for finding someone of such an interesting nature, and the smile on his face expressed just that.

Eyes looked him over again as her fingers closed tighter around his esophagus.  She would then release her hold a bit, and instead bringing her foot up to kick him in the shin. No words were spoken, as she let him go after he had dished out, what she deemed, an acceptable amount of pain.

Arms folded under her bust as she really took the time to gaze around the area -- littered with bottles, trash, it was pretty fucking depressing. There was a subtle twinge of guilt that welled in her chest, as she then quelled it by glowering back to the trespasser. She took out her emotions on anyone around her, it never ceased to change.

utatai

Wanderlust was nothing new to the Impaler Prince, for when duty or honor did not dictate otherwise, he would often spend his time in bouts of exploration, going where his heart lead him. In this city, where neither Duty nor Honor were all that much of a concern considering the curious circumstances, he was free to wander to where he wished, crossing paths with the most curious of subjects as he did .Where ever he went, there was something new to behold, and such good tidings made his heart soar.

Today, he would come across a mansion, one of great size and design left to the wayside by some sort of misfortune. Where once was likely a proud owner, now seemed to be little to nothing at all, their former home now abandoned to fall into decay. Or perhaps the resident within simply didn’t care much for the upkeep of their abode. Either way, Vlad felt it would be better in his hands…

Outside it’s gates, he would observe the luxurious living space quietly, eyes darting from window to window as he tried to locate anyone who may have resided within. He returned here, day after day, until finally he would enter, almost sure that whatever lurked within was quite intent on not being seen. Stepping across the lawn, he entered through the door, the entry left unlocked and not impeding his progress.

The loud stomping of her footsteps was not masked in any way as she moved down the hall upstairs. Within moments the white clad female was standing atop the banister, glowering down to whomever dare enter the foyer. “Eh...?” 

Single eye scanned the man up and down, her silence acting as her intimidation. Whoever this bearded jizz lord was, he has some measure of balls walking in here like this. Hand placed on her hip, her other would lift to rest on the railing. Eyes closed as she inhaled aggressively, beginning to make heavy steps down the staircase. A loud exhale, before she opened her eyes, and canted her head.

Wait, why did she seem so calm now? 

As she met the last step she would continue walking towards the trespasser in silence.  When she got within a suitable distance she would look up at him, her voice beginning as pleasant. “Oh, I see you have entered my house...”

Among the overhang of shadow, cittazen’s seemed to lounge and play, a close eye being kept on the flock of sheep by the shepherds, yet various wolves lurked about. 

Head turned in the direction of the water, and although she found this beach disatisfactory; there was nostalgia when it came to her surroundings. It reminded her of the small shack in the land of sea’s which she used to live. 

Another step with her platformed shoes would collide with someone’s leg as the intoner stumbled forward, catching her balance before spinning around to glower at the male who had certainly tripped her on purpose.

“….”

A tightened jaw, and balled fist would be the first indicators that she was set on a warpath, the next being her aggressive step forward. Finally were her churlish words, which emitted from carnation lips without any sort of provocation. 

“Tch, I didn’t know that by sitting here your asshole had sucked up enough sand into your body to make you deaf and blind!”

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Aggressively did she take a step forward, pointing at him. The true answer would be the parasitic kind, the kind she wanted to dislodge from her skull, even if it meant her death, however for now she settled on a more simple: