#badou001

[fyrenful]

@baddestdangerboy​

“Everything looks so primitive here.” Yet fairly new. Leia was fairly amazed at the strange array of foods, too. None seemed sustainable outside of this planet. Or pleasant. If she had a choice, she wouldn’t eat anything from here. Since she needed to keep her energy, it was not something she can merely miss. 

“I’m not trying to insult this place, by the way. I just want to understand it myself.”

“Like this.” A finger pointed toward the street menu of the cart she stood nearby. “What in the world is a hot dog?”

[cyfre]

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Breathe running short, hair turned into a mess -- she came with dignity and will likely leave without it. Removing the white feathers that were stuck in her head, she turns around to look again for their feathery assailant. Not a single chicken had been captured. Finding them was a thing but grabbing them had turned more difficult. 

No wonder these creatures have survived after their escape, they were deadlier than any demon!

“How long have we been chasing them?! If another chicken attacks us, I will bring only fried chicken instead!”

[lastsarafan-blog]

Late Night Snacks

CLOSED RP || @baddestdangerboy

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Raziel couldn't help but seeth at everything around him. He's known this place before, and at least he could still seeth, if not he'd be overly pissed that he wouldn't be able to grind his teeth. Grind his teeth, into what he assumed would be dust-- well, by now.

But, that dream was cut short when he lost his jaw... Ah, well, everything else too. How many years ago was it now? Raziel couldn't remember if it was hundreds, thousands or...

Raziel finds himself perked up from his thoughts. There was a noise in one of the alleyways, in the darkest of them. The wraith jumped down silently, landing on his clawed feet with a soft impacted thud. The distance from the roof he was sitting on wasn't bad, after all, it could have been a leap off of a cliff involuntary.

His glowing eyes look up to the other's turned back in the alley as he readies the reaver and strikes, he's almost certain the human didn't feel pain as he stabbed the blade through their chest. The flicker of their life fading and turning into a vibrant wailing soul for Raziel to swallow as the body fell limp, made the meal that much better... although, no human deserved such an easy death. Maybe he was finally getting soft in this dull place.

Raziel sighs into the night air, pulling the blade from their chest.

The reaver found itself twining up his arm, retracting for the moment as he turns on his heel and blinks, realizing that behind him was another presence.

How had he not noticed?

"Human or not, I require no souls for the moment." He adjusts his scarf over his skeletal frame, looking at the new approach "I suppose I would advise you to take caution, but perhaps seeing my act has already alerted you to seek some sort of authority." He places a hand on his jutting hip, his fingers tapping against the hollow insides,

"So, what will it be? If I'm honest, I don't care whichever way you proceed... But I'm not one to roll over and beg forgiveness to a higher authority when they're mad." Raziel isn't sure if it's a laugh that escapes his open mouth,

"After all, what's one human life to the million others here?"

He reaches out one of his clawed hands, looking to the red head expectantly.

[torrentialtempo]

baddestdangerboy

“Noooooooo! The convience store is out of curry buns. How will I survive the coldness of this world?!”

[tanrosei]

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It was not on purpose, landing on him had been a mere mistake. She miscalculated, nothing wrong -- it did not necessarily cost anyone’s life. However, it could. Chain was avoiding a horde of skeletons and there were times that one was not very willing to put up with it. After arriving in a desolated and nearly crumbling island, it was natural to look at catastrophes and think to yourself: not today. 

Though they had yet to give up on chasing after the werewolf.

So now she was on this poor person’s back and while an apologise should have left her lips, she instead opted for the most suitable choice,

“Run.”

[thatsmine-now]

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You were spending some time in sector oo2, trying to familiarize yourself with the various sectors as quickly as you can. Plus. . . There was that whole deal with the supposed treasure in the district next to this one- the tunnels? Whatever they were. . . It wasn’t really possible for you to say no to treasure.

Sadly you didn’t even know the best way in there, or anyway in at all. So when you spotted a scrawny little kid in the area of course it couldn’t hurt to ask him a question or two.

“Heyy~! Whoever you are, think ya can give me some quick directions? I’m lookin’ for some specific stuff around here. Don’t quite know my way just yet though.”

[cyfre-archived-blog]

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“You shouldn’t eat that.” It looked as if it had expired long ago.

[arrowgunned-blog]

"No Badou seriously I'm--" his trail of words is cut short by what sounded like a wave of groaning, first it was one, a bullet placed through it's head, Xigbar shivered at the blood.

"--fuck, I haven't seen blood like that since..." then came what looked like a hoard of creatures, monster looking things-- only god knew, "H-Hey kid, think we got a problem..."

arrowgunned:

Within his midst of an ow he’s too overcome with a weird emotion of ’what the fuck’.

Badou was laying so much down and it made Xigbar think for a moment. Which felt like it lasted forever. Why was he getting so emotional…

over him…?

And then Braig realized this was much more serious than he thought. He didn’t want to flat out tell him he’d come back– no that was too cliché and he’d probably sound like an ass… Which usually was fine in the right context but this time– not so much.

“Hey Badou I’m– it’s okay I’m alive and stuff I was just…” he trailed off, not entirely knowing what to do now. The words felt stale on his tongue.

The shutters come down. Oh, the vulnerable side is still there, bubbling under the surface, but Badou’s trying to build up those walls again, to protect himself. 

“Just don’t be stupid,” he mumbles, turning his back on Xigbar to fire a few bullets into the surrounding area, their soon to be foes.

[arrowgunned-blog]

Thank /god/ or whatever.

@baddestdangerboy || Closed

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"Oh my fucking god it's taking me like... At least ten percent of my whole body to not want to shake you and make sure you're real or somethin'."

Which Xigbar places his hands on Badou's shoulders and tilts his head,

"Actually better not, you bite."

[arrowgunned-blog]

Within his midst of an ow he's too overcome with a weird emotion of 'what the fuck'.

Badou was laying so much down and it made Xigbar think for a moment. Which felt like it lasted forever. Why was he getting so emotional...

over him...?

And then Braig realized this was much more serious than he thought. He didn't want to flat out tell him he'd come back-- no that was too cliché and he'd probably sound like an ass... Which usually was fine in the right context but this time-- not so much.

"Hey Badou I'm-- it's okay I'm alive and stuff I was just..." he trailed off, not entirely knowing what to do now. The words felt stale on his tongue.

arrowgunned:

Xigbar seemed stiff and whenever he heard a growl, he would shoot in that direction. By no fucking means would anything get to them like this…

Especially now with a path of arrowgun cartridges lining the path in front of them, glowing dimly, purple against the red hues in the air,

“Doesn’t matter if I die y'know?” he swung the gun to the side and with a click he hummed happily, hearing it reload.

“Just, if you die, like, I’ll have all this guilt… Especially if y'know, get like, torn apart, eaten alive, it would just be a drag.”

Xigbar smirked and looked back, “As if that’s gonna happen though, we’re like total badasses.”

Badou is scared. Terrified even. Badou is mad as hell. Reeling back with his foot, he slams it into Xigbar’s toe–

“Are you KIDDING me you stupid asshole?! Whaddya mean it doesn’t matter if you die?! OF COURSE IT MATTERS!” Chest heaving, he could probably actually heave at this point, the audacity of this damn guy. 

“You’re alive…of course it matters. You can’t just say shit like that, even if you’re badass, even if we’re probably going into a trap. You can’t say that!”

Now is not the time to be having a crisis but here Badou is.

[arrowgunned-blog]

Xigbar seemed stiff and whenever he heard a growl, he would shoot in that direction. By no fucking means would anything get to them like this...

Especially now with a path of arrowgun cartridges lining the path in front of them, glowing dimly, purple against the red hues in the air,

"Doesn't matter if I die y'know?" he swung the gun to the side and with a click he hummed happily, hearing it reload.

"Just, if you die, like, I'll have all this guilt... Especially if y'know, get like, torn apart, eaten alive, it would just be a drag."

Xigbar smirked and looked back, "As if that's gonna happen though, we're like total badasses."

arrowgunned:

“So,” as he hears the weapon being picked up he smirks to himself and lays his own across his shoulder, the bright lazer lights on the guns illuminating through the darkness as they walked.

“So, basically, you shoot at a certain point, or somewhere… Or, in this case… Uh–” Xigbar continues to walk before coming out of the portal.

Where as when he does, It isn’t his intended area of where he wants to be.

“At the Heartle– hey… Are convenience stores supposed to be red and surrounded with growling…? Well…”

Xigbar turns around with a sigh, “Aim at whatever you want, and it’ll track the shot, alright? Oh, and don’t die– that would fuckin’ dunno… be lame?”

He eye shifted down towards the gun and poked at the metal spikes underneath, “and that, close combat…”

He rolled his shoulders and met Badou’s eye before worryingly turning around, “but, as if it’ll come to that… Let’s just focus on food.”

“Be lame, right, that’s…uh huh.” He’s distracted, way too distracted to even make a sassy comment. Not only is this ominous, like a shadow following your own during the night but when you peek over your shoulder there’s only the flicker of movement in the corner of your eye.

The growling really doesn’t help. If Badou isn’t careful, he’s going to be taken back to a very different dark alley where an entirely different monster awaits. 

“How about you don’t fuckin’ die,” he says, voice soft. Maybe if he’s soft they won’t lunge. 

Well that’s. Unrealistic.

[arrowgunned-blog]

"Okay next greatest idea then-- also I hope you don't ever say that again, around me-- okay, anyways." Xigbar shook his head. kids these days and their odd lingo.

Actually wait hey--

"We could rob a store, get actual food. Y'know, like the old times? Get anything you want."

He sort of bypassed that Badou was probably talking about him.

arrowgunned:

Xigbar tilted his head and then shrugged, “food?” maybe if they went to get food they would figure more about this place, and by food he meant his condo because other than on the street, that was the only other place he had been…

“At my place, think i have raw pasta we can chew on or somethin’–” he laughed.

Raw pasta? He snuffles and snickers, rubbing at his face with a weary hand.

“What, suck on it like pocky? Nothing’s changed with you. They say I’ve got an oral fixation…” That’s not a no, though.

[arrowgunned-blog]

"Heyy now, that's the kid I know!" Xigbar wont admit he wasn't ever good with-- well, kids. But teenagers was different. Roxas and Xion were different.

Regardless.

Xig lets his hands slip off of him and yawns, "So, it's all up to you then, what are we fucking up first? Say the word and... Well whatever we both know the drill."

arrowgunned:

Xigbar pretends not to notice and sighs after he looks down to the other, not shaking him anymore, hand just resting on his shoulder now. “Hey, Badou hey– yeah no we can still do stupid shit… Who’s stopping us?” Xigbar laughed lowly.

Wow okay fine time to be sappy because they can and this kid who he missed a ton is super important and Xigbar would kill about thirteen men if they hurt him.

Fuck.

“I don’t even know who the hell’s still here, let alone the dead fucker who got us here,” he retorts, with little vehemence. Mood plummeting…plummeting…plummeting…

He can’t recall now if, when he first got dragged from home, he felt this Lost. But at least he isn’t so alone now. 

“Time to paint the town shit brown I guess.” 

[arrowgunned-blog]

"Nope this ain't usual have to be sure!" Xigbar shakes him, just enough to probably get bit and then lets him go with a laugh.

"Okay, okay... Honestly, I am happy though, call me a sap or whatever but-- ugh yeah that sounds really sappy huh... Nevermind I take it all back wish you weren't here or whatever, wow I'm soo disappointed..."

Obviously... Full of sarcasm included.

arrowgunned:

Thank /god/ or whatever.

@baddestdangerboy || Closed

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“Oh my fucking god it’s taking me like… At least ten percent of my whole body to not want to shake you and make sure you’re real or somethin’.”

Which Xigbar places his hands on Badou’s shoulders and tilts his head,

“Actually better not, you bite.”

Xigbar has no idea how close he comes to being either hugged or drop kicked, the teen’s entire body flooded with relief. So Badou settles for a snort,

“Damn right I’d take a chunk out of you, asshole. That’s what you get for taking off.”