"Know your place, fool!"

She kept her lips curled up, letting an air of cool, unwavering confidence flow through despite his demands. To her,Dedan was a burning barrel of oil, a ferocious firecracker seconds away from exploding all over her. It wouldn’t matter what she said to him now, and either way, she’s always been fond of a good show.

"…You leave my presence immediately! That is unless you want me the tear out your spine and use it to choke you with!”

"I dunno, big guy…"

Syo licked the flat end of her scissors—tauntingly, teasingly, letting it linger—and swept them through her brown locks, combing her hair back. She withdrew another pair from her leg holster and posed like a matador at a bullfight.

“You think you can do it?”

"Girl, you must have a death wish..."

Dedan then began to prepare for battle, putting up a steady stance and allowing her to make the first move, cocky enough to believe that he would be able to retaliate.

Dedan’s already loud voice turned into an ear-splitting screech, and instead of turning tail like some scaredy-cat schoolkid, the only defensive move Syo took was to tighten her grip on her scissors and step back in case he took a swing at her—with the way he was acting, she expected it’d happen sooner or later. She reveled in revulsion; she’d eke out every bit of pain and fear she could, because if she could get any from a bona fide monster—well, that meant she was just that good, didn’t it?

What he said didn’t really concern her: why should she care about his universe? It’s not hers! It’s not here!

"You expect me to just forget about my homeland and just let it rot!?"

"Good try, big guy! Let’s just put it this way: all good things must come to an end, but until you rot, you’ll always have the memories!”

"C’mon, Danny Boy! You gotta buck the fuck up! This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard about some world-ending disaster, and lookit me! I’m doing fan-fucking-tastic!”

"You insignificant little worm!!! The entirety of what I worked on is back in that universe!!! I have pledged my loyalty to The Queen and if that means that I need to break through this prison AND Break someone's fucking face while i'm at it to return THAN BY GOD AM I GOING TO FUCKING DO IT!"

At this point, Dedan was fed up with Syo. In fact it was probably likely that we would attempt to kill her right here and now. The fact that she was just telling Dedan to forget everything he worked on, and dreamed of doing in years past, was sickening to him. He had some much on the line in this situation. His Job, His home, His power, His Loyalty...and...Him. He couldn't just forget that. It's something that he had engraved into his soul. He may always have the memories, but the more he thinks about them just make him more angrier, and in turn, feel like more of a disgrace to his Queen and himself.

Syo stifles a giggle, coming out more like a Gneeheehee than her Gahaha. Lieutenant Lockjaw over here probably wouldn’t take kindly that joke right now. She waves a hand at him like it’s nothing worth prying into.

"Alright, alright, alright! I get it, Danny! You’re some all-important guardian of the universe, and without you around to bark orders at those Nelsons, the whole place is gonna go to the shitter!"

She put a hand on her hip, gesturing with her scissor-holding hand.

"But you know, the outside world’s not all it’s cracked up to be, don’t cha think? I don’t know why you’re pining for the good ol’ days of metal-crapping cows and wussy workers, when you got at least one of those things right over in the Industrial Zone!"

"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT IS AT STAKE HERE?! Without me my ENTIRE UNIVERSE COULD COLLAPSE ON ITSELF! THE ENTIRE THING! You expect me to just forget about my homeland and just let it rot!?"

Well, nothing that ordinary schoolgirl would do, that’s for damn sure. She wasn’t in it to make a monetary killing, either.

Syo kept her cool, grin only faltering for a second before she pointed the scissors up, showing them off one more time.

"Puh-leez, Deadite! This isn’t just any old pair of school store scissors! I grind these bad boys out like a sausage factory and jab ‘em in like a hung up pig! I’ve got way more where this came from, by the by, so don’t fuckin’ try me!”

She wasn’t going to ask this next question, but in the interest of getting something out of him, she asks it anyway. And why wouldn’t she ask it? He looked like he stepped out of the manga pages, black-and-white look in full bloom!

"No, in fact to my knowledge i'm the only one of my race. Although there are other Guardians in my universe. Those being Enoch and Japhet. Japhet being the Guardian of Zone Two, and Enoch as the Guardian of Zone Three. Then there are the Elsens who are basically cowering shit-faces that we have to deal with in order to get anything done. It pissed me off to no end, but it is something I had to deal with. If I did not, my whole universe would be a pile of ash and rubble. The entire thing would fall apart without me, which is one of the reasons I plan on breaking out of this hell hole. If I do not return, surley something will go wrong. The Queen knows that The Elsens can't do anything on their own."

"There were two others, though. But I dare not speak their names. The mere thought of them make me want to break some poor saps skull and throw the fragments of marrow down a their throat."

Syo stepped back and listened as he screamed his lungs out (if that was different from how he normally sounds, somehow). This guy talked a talk as big as he was—and spoke French? What was that, French? Or were those other beasts from wherever the hell he’s from? Who knew!

Anyway, handicap or not, he was still three feet taller than her and looked ready to tear her limb from limb, so Syo wasn’t taking a stab at him unless her gut told her to. She’s more than happy to jerk his chain just by being her own damn self, and the best thing to do after that kind of intro is smile like an angel, of course!

"Dedan, huh? Well, nice to meetcha, Danny! I’m Genocider Syo, Guardian of the Bone Zone!”

Alright, time to cut the cute act, since it’s fuckin’ obvious neither of them’s got a thing to hide. After throwing her manga against the wall (she’ll be back for you later, Hide and Seek), Syo whipped out a pair of her homemade steel scissors from under her skirt! She whirled them around in a flashy figure 8, aiming to impress more than intimidate.

"See these finely crafted scissors? That’s right, baby! I’m a first-class slash lass, out to make some blood splash! And to go offa what you’re talkin’ about: I’ve killed grown men three times my age and could strangle the cock off a cockatrice!

"Oh, so you can twirl some scissors around. Ain't that real fuckin' impressive."

At this point, Dedan was more annoyed with Syo than anything. She just seemed like all bark and no bite. To Dedan, anyways. Back where Syo was from, most people would be cowering in fear. Although since The Zones in Dedan's universe were constantly filled with Evil Specters, Large Demons and Employees Burning, this wasn't very impressive or threatening to him. Although her history as a murderer did peak his interest.

"Whaddya mean, they fucked with your anatomy? Are you sayin’ you’re not ‘sposed to have a fleshy skull head and real-life yaoi hands?"

They were as anatomically screwy as any claw hand she’s seen! The scientists were up to a lot of crazy shit, so for a split second she wondered if this monster man was some kind of fucked up lab experiment, out to wreak some beautiful vengeance. Wouldn’t be the worst horror story she’s ever heard!

On the other hand, he did say he’s not as strong as normal, and he did want to get back to the top, so…

Syo snapped her fingers, her sly grin coming back to her. Motherfucker just revealed his weakness.

"Wait, wait, I got it! This is part ‘a that handicap, ain’t it? If you’re on the same playing field as everyone else, it would suck to be in your combat boots, Major Monstrous! Why, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say even a schoolgirl could do you in now!”

"Are you implying that you think you'd actually be a threat to me?! I've killed people almost three times your size, and not to mention I could strangle a Gilles da Rais with my bare hands! Just because the Scientists thought they could make me as weak as you doesn't mean they succeeded! They only delayed my inevitable rise to power! So if you think that you could actually harm me than you must be out of your damn mind!"

Dedan seemed very quick to threaten this girl's life after she only toyed with the fact that she could possibly beat him in a fight. Truth be told, Dedan was actually anticipating a fight and while it seemed that he wasn't in the mood, he would actually find great pleasure in tearing this girls arms off and beating her with them.

But seriously, is this guy for real? She’s never heard of a smoke mine before, and everybody’s gotta wonder about the cows, but she wasn’t about to play Twenty Questions with an eight-foot-tall monster who went around airing his grievances. Besides, it was his attitude that was the thing.

"So you’re just gonna wait around ‘til they give you your silver medal in boredom, and then you’re gonna get shit done? Jeez, you military types don’t snap ‘til someone tells you to, huh?”

Loosening up her posture—to come off as casual, but also in case she needed to make a quick grab for her scissors—Syo looked up and down at the tall-toothed terror before grinning ear to ear.

"Oh trust me, you don't know how hard I want to throttle the brainless morons that run this city just to get back on top. Although seeing as they fucked with my anatomy, i'm not as strong as I usually would be. So at the very least i'd be able to break a bone or two which is just pathetic. If the bastards didn't fuck with my anatomy, i'd be breaking down their door and fucking tearing their skulls off while screaming an angry lecture into their neck-stumps."

Two months she’d been here, and Emi still didn’t know where most things in the city were.  Nor did she quite understand how much of the technology in the city worked; which was why she found herself on the train, going around in circles.  At first, she had spent the ride investigating the train and guessing what sector she was in; she was small enough to slip through the people to explore every part of the train she could.  But eventually that got boring, as it had soon turned into a game to see if she could fit through the spaces between people, and eventually the people emptied out.

So, Emi decided to grab a seat before the people came back.  Gazing out the window, she guessed she was in Sector Two before leaning her head against the glass and promptly falling asleep.

Something that sounded like a growl startled Emi from her nap.  Only a few moments were spent in confusion before panic kicked in and she stood, immediately searching for an exit.  Fortunately there still weren’t many people on the train, so she didn’t have to weave through people to get to the open train door.  In her panicked hurry she didn’t notice that she was about to run into— someone? until —

Ouch.

Whatever she had hit her head on, it had hurt.  Gritting her teeth, she reached up and rubbed the spot where her forehead had hit, A look upwards showed her that she had ran into what seemed to be… a person?  What was he made out of?  Certainly didn’t have regular skin with how badly her head hurt from a mere bump.  And what was with his— well, nearly everything about him seemed odd.  But especially his face.  The throbbing pain in her head was forgotten as she stared up at the tall man, curiousity glistening in her eyes.

"How man times do I need to tell the people in this damned City to watch where they are fucking-"

Dedan then turned around to see it was just a mere little girl. He paused, looking in her eyes. Those eyes, he's known that look before. Reminded him a lot of someone he knew. A long time ago. He stopped in his tracks before he could continue. He let the girl speak, and then responded.

Syo clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth and flips the page. If he gets to complain, then she gets to share her unwarranted advice!

"You aren’t gonna get anywhere with that piss-poor attitude, General Mashmouth! If you keep looking for reasons to hate this place, you’ll never uncover your natural talent!"

"Natural talent? Well Miss 'I didn't ask your fucking opinion' I've already got that. And that's getting shit done, but aparently this city doesn't have a fucking Smoke Mine and their cows don't produce metal. So unless the fuckers that run this city get their shit together, all I can do is wait until they give me some position of power. And trust me, they'll give it to me."

I’ll generate a number between 1-30 and we’ll see what happens…

WARNING! Mix of funny, strange, and angsty! Some trigger warnings may apply. 

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