autumnswarm | Dual Post

::Comes charging at you with a baseball bat, screaming unintelligible curses.::

Edited 2016-07-16 03:36 (UTC)

Sullivan looks up, staring at the bat. There seems to be a debate about actually moving, but eventually hops up and hops backwards.

"H-hey now~ It's been a rough week, can we not do this right now? You can get your probably justifiable revenge on me later, kiddo~"

::SWING.::

They bring up an arm, but it only ends up hitting them pretty hard. Sullivan screams and leaps back again.

"BY THE SUPREME KING KID CALM DOWN I'M NOT REALLY BUILT TO FIGHT AND MAGIC IS ONLY GONNA DRAW PEOPLE TO COME LAUGH AT ME MORE."

Edited 2016-07-16 03:59 (UTC)

Die you horrible thing, die!

::Swipe swing.::

This seems to trigger something in Sullivan as they just sort of stare at the ground and buzz sadly, waiting for an impact. That never comes.

Because a hand bigger than Sullivan's head has grabbed ahold of the bat, the material creaking, breaking under it if its wood. Looking up, there is a displeased ogre, carrying a bottle of whisky.

"Man, I'm two for two in pulling your sorry ass out of trouble while you're tryin' ta die ta rage. Shit, Sully."

Get out of my way!

"...You trying to kill my buddy here?"

He deserves it!

"No, not death. I think he's probably gotten most of what he deserves the la-... Oh, wait, are you the kid who practically pisses his pants when he does the weird bug thing? We all mock you for that."

::Taps a button on a device.

A Raidraptor Rise Falcon comes divebombing for your head.::

"Really kid? You're just gonna dig yourself a deeper hole?"

The ogre pulls the bat out of your hands in a smooth motion, bringing it up to hit the oncoming falcon in a swing.

"You know we're both cops, right? So you've got three choices. One, take your little toys, go home, and I'll give you a break. I'll ignore Sullivan's whines. You go home, clean record, nothing happens, I'll even keep Sullivan away from you.

Two? Well, you try and attack my buddy again. I'll have to arrest you for that. For a night. Unfortunately, you'll spend that night in a cell, with Sullivan. All night. They can't touch ya, but... They can watch.

Three, I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt. You're riled up. Sure. You thought, 'oh, my monsters can definitely take care of this guy, he's big, sure.' I hunt monsters for a living kid. Been doing it longer than most people around here. You attack me again and you'll wake up in a hospital a week from now, wondering at the marvels of science that reattached your limbs."

::The Falcon breaks and shatters into gold particles.::

Why should I give a fuck about the cops if he's one, and his boss is a fucking pedophile?!

"Well, Sullivan's in our reform program. And... The fuck did you just say about your brother-in-law? Your sister's older than you. Well. One of many, I guess. And your fucks come from me doing my job right, right now, deescalating a situation for once in my life." Kaz casually lights a cigarette. Offers one.

"Look, shit's tough. I think. For, what. Sixteen year olds? But you can't just go around hitting people and committing assault."

Yes I can if he's not human! The world is better off without him!

"Oh, man. You... really don't know how it works, do you?"

Sullivan makes a soft crying noise at that and Kaz tilts his head, voice dropping to a dangerous, almost wavering tone.

"Run away you spoiled rich brat while I'm still willing to be nice. Run before Sullivan decides to snap, consequences for them be damned. Run before I tell my girlfriend that I think we should hunt brats for our next date. Run away and don't look back."

::Smashes his free hand right into your nose. Hard.::

Holy hell it's exactly like you're hitting a god damn steel wall. He takes it, nodding.

"Alright. Good. One punch for one punch. Normally, a guy like me would say something like '20% should be fine' but. That's holding back."

He rears his hand back, and hits you right in the chest. If you thought hitting him hurt your hand, well.

"An' that's somethin' I don't do."

::Being he's 16 and not into any actual physical training. He crumples immediately and is KO'd into unconsciousness.::

Hours? Minutes? After, Jouji finds himself in a cell, stripped of all of his fancy equipment he could use to break out, even his shoes are gone. What IS there is the soft hum of insects buzzing. A single light flickers. Then goes out. In the darkness, golden eyes open atop the umbra, all locked on Jouji.

"I'm not touching you~"

::Rushes towards you as fast as possible. Violently. Ramming himself against the bars, repeatedly.::

Edited 2016-07-17 15:46 (UTC)

The darkness recedes, leaving Sullivan standing on the other side of the bars, lights all back on.

"It's no fun if you're going to hurt yourself~. Look. Stop that."

::Now he's ramming his head into the jail bars solely to spite you.::

Make. Me. Monster.

Sullivan crosses their arms and let's out a sigh.

"Can... we not play the 'I'm gonna hurt myself and know that if it's serious enough my brother in law and sister will destroy you' game you little psychopath? It's definitely reminding me of me when I was your age~"

::RAM. RAM. RAMs his head over and over.::

I have nothing to live for.

Sullivan sighs, threading their hands as their hair flows upwards, hat sitting off the top of their head as they point, chains of magic wrapping around Jouji and securing him to the wall.

"Yeah? Really now? At sixteen, rich, with... Ah, your sister. I too had a sister complex, until I stole her body!" Sullivan sits down and giggles furiously.

"So, were you hoping that I'd snap out of my funk and kill you, or that Kaz would've torn you limb from limb~ I had to stop him from killing you, you know. Or at least landing you in the hospital~"

Money's pointless, can't use it.

::Bangs head against the wall.::

I hate my fucking bitch of a sister. She's jut my mom.

::Bangs head against the wall.::

I'mm going to assume the body thing is a joke.

::Bangs head against the wall.::

I don't know.

::Bangs head against the wall.::

I just want to die.

"It's not, but if it makes you feel better, it is."

The chains move with another gesture so the bonking won't do any damage, just light rest.

"Well~ Have you actually talked to anyone about this? Besides me. Well, talked to someone who may actually listen. Why not just break away from your sister?"

Because I'm dependent on my mother.

And she's a fucking psycho. And gets to make all decisions for me until I'm 20.

And my sister's husband is a pedophile creep.

As are you.

"Mmm~ I'll take it, I haven't been as nice to you as I think I should have. I'm really sorry for what I did, really."

They pause, looking at Jouji.

"I'm real sorry about this. I'm not gonna press charges or anything, but I think a night locked up here might help you not get into, well. Worse trouble. If you'd be willing to accept it, I might be able to wiggle your way out of whatever legal bindings are there. The psychological ones? Well, that's a whole other mess I can't help much with tonight~"

Go the fuck away.

"Yeah, alright. Don't bite at the hands who are legitimately trying to help you though~ Believe it or not, some people are just good and are trying to help others. I mean, I'm not learning it until now, and I'm~ Well. That's a secret~"

They stand up.

"Not gonna let you out of the chains though~ Good night, Mr. Futaba. I hope you come to your senses soon."

Sullivan tips their hat at the young man and starts walking off, buzzing happily to themselves.

What's unfair now?

Everything!

THAT DAMN ELDER GOD GOT ADOPTED AND I'M STILL NOT CURED

... they got adopted?

You can adopt elder gods?

If you're another elder god, apparently.

Oh that explains it a bit more, sure.

That sounds like a mess to deal with, though.

It's been exhausting.

All my hair turned white!

...
But it's been white the whole time I've known you so far?

Oh no it's been worse than I thought!

You've been clearly living a very stressed life then. Cause your hair is super white.

Actually I think it's been like this since I got the body!

... so is the body technically super stressed?

... maybe! With the stress and all in it.

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