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eumeta

Heavy footsteps clattered through the streets, the deep rumble of a frustrated growl accompanying them.

“Fuckin’ useless... What a bore...”

With the sound of a voice, came a large man, storming his way out of a darkened alleyway. Brows furrowed together in a deep frown, his eyes burned as he forced a path between the crowds in the street. In his hands lie a cracked, and broken plastic pipe, flecked in crimson from antics unknown. A similar red decorated his outfit, the darker marks only just visible against the khaki colour of his clothes. 

“Wouldn’t even speak... Silence ain’t any good...”

The slow, angry crooning was slowly becoming louder, his ire clear to see. Really, he shouldn’t be so frustrated... but getting no information out of someone, even after they’ve taken a beating...? That wasn’t something Kiriwar tolerated. Ever. Mind still full of frustration, he barely noticed where he was going, the murmurings to himself simply becoming more frequent.

That was until, the large man collided with another.

Instantly his attention became focused on the stranger, gaze boring into him. More so concerned with the fact his path was interrupted, even if it was through fault of his own, rather than the fact that he may have harmed the other, he let out a snarl. 

“You lookin’ for trouble too? Can’t say I’m really in a mood to deny ya that...”

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decadentpose

It had taken an extortionate amount of time, but after plenty of bullying, and some... oh so helpful people, Kiriwar had found the place where he was to be staying. Except, he never expected it to look anything like this.

After he’d stomped down the rotting staircase, with little care for if the steps decided to cave him, all he did was find himself surrounded by shelves, upon shelves of books. There were other things around too, many of them looking rather valuable, but the entire place just made him irritated. Really, it reminded him a little too much of Mama ‘Bitro’s mansion. That pompous bastard had a thing for art too. Maybe not art quite like this, but his point still stood. Anyway, where the Hell was he meant to sleep among all these damn books?!

Inhaling sharply, the Executioner acted on impulse, swinging a fist into the closest pile of books with all the force he could muster. 

This was bull. How did they expect him to stay in here? It was all useless drivel to him! Casting his sights to the now scattered tomes, he carelessly kicked at them.

“T’heck is this place... What kinda moron wants to store all this? Fuck... I just wanna nap.”

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woodlandguard

Some time had passed since Kiriwar had first awoken in this city, his mind now finally cleared of the haze a lengthy rest brought. However, regardless of how clear his thoughts now were, he still remained hopelessly lost on these streets. Too accustomed to the familiar winding pathways of Toshima, a new environment meant a new place to memorize. Not that he could especially be bothered to in the first place... But, it did mean that he didn’t have a damn clue where he was going, where he was staying. So, he did the only thing he really could do. He fixated his sights on a nearby stranger, planning on... ‘asking’ them for help.

Blocking her path without so much as a second thought, the Executioner lifted the plastic pipe from his shoulder, tapping the weapon on the ground as he fixed her with a burning, unwavering gaze.

“Hate to impose on you Flower, but I’m afraid that I’m gonna need yer help.”

Leaning in perhaps, a little too close for comfort, Kiriwar gave her a sinister smirk. As he got closer though, he quickly found that she sported some rather unusual features. Well, of all the weird ass people he’d seen participating in Igura, none of them looked anything like this. Relatively small, pointy ears... Maybe it was a sort of costume? Heck, he hadn’t actually seen a proper woman in who knows how long. Perhaps they all really did look as strange as this. With a slight chuckle to himself, he lifted a hand, making a move to touch her ears.

“What’s with the ears anyway? Ain’t seen anythin’ like that before...”

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avariciouslust

The first thing that left the Executioner’s mouth upon awakening was an endless stream of curses, frustration at having to wake up in the first place filtering through to his mind. But his usual anger was swiftly replaced with confusion. Something didn’t feel right. He could feel metal against his back. Last he noticed, he hadn’t dozed off against anything like that. A low growl left his lips, fists clenching as he forced himself to sit upright. Casting hazy sights around the room, it didn’t take a genius to tell him he wasn’t where he should be.

Grunting, his hand went to grab for Mitsuko, finding the pipe’s presence to be non-existent. Instead, lying beside him was a cheap, plastic imitation. Just what kind of fuckin’ game did people think they’re playing? Frustrated, he lifted the thing, slamming it into the wall with a hefty cry. Instantly cracks formed in the plastic, the length nearly snapping.

In fact in his anger he barely heard the chattering of the stranger on the television. Well, at least until it was mentioned that he was ‘away from his home world’. He didn’t believe that. No one got out of Toshima. 

Shrugging it off, still wondering what was going on, he took his leave out of the now open door, stepping out onto the city’s streets. It took him all of a second to doubt his previous thoughts. These weren’t the dirty, blood stained streets he knew. People were wandering around like they were... safe. Like this was just another fuckin’ average day. Unable to quite believe it, a toothy smirk pulled at his features.

Beginning to stalk the city’s paths, thoughts started to cascade through his mind. If this wasn’t Toshima... that meant he was alone... and that meant he was free to cause the havoc he’d oh so been waiting for...

But when he caught sight of a flash of red, hanging down off of a fire escape, a frustrated grunt left him. Oh, he should’ve damn well guessed he’d be around here. There he was, thinking the bastard was going to leave him to sort things here himself! Well, whilst he wanted to screw things up alone, if he ever had to work again... having someone to brush the workload onto would be useful. Anyway, his work-mate’s being here made some sense. If this was a new playground, that meant they were hopefully away from Mama ‘Bitro...  which meant they were free... Damn. If he knew there was a way out sooner, he would’ve abandoned that shithole months ago.

Changing his course, he set his sights directly on the male.

“Gunji.” The low rumble left his lips, a distinct frown pulling at his features. He should’ve guessed he’d be messing around, no matter where he went. Although, it was surprising that he didn’t look worse for wear. The bastard would’ve usually got himself into trouble by now... Fixating his sights on his fellow Executioner, Kiriwar stormed over, heaving boots thudding across the concrete. There was little that seemed to be able to stop his pursuit, the large man easily shoving his way past the crowds. As he drew closer, still unsure whether the other had noticed him yet, he brandished the plastic pipe in his hands.

Without so much as a greeting, he brought the pipe around, swiping it across the hanging Gunji’s head with all the brute force he could muster.

 “Oi... Why ain’t I surprised to see you around ‘ere? Ya fuckin’ slacker!” 

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[ - Right, I think it’s time to get this blog up and running! So here’s an uncapped starter call, for starters of varying lengths! So if you’d like to interact with this brute, feel free to give this a like~! If you’d like to plot too, feel free to drop a message! Although, fair warning to everyone, he’s violent, cruel, and generally pretty sadistic. Please bear that in mind! - ]