paixaorpg | This place pissed him off... [completed]

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This place pissed him off... [completed]

Character(s): Kiriwar, the Lone Power
Content: Kiriwar is making his way from Vanaheim, F3, to Muspselheim, O3. He's designating a perimeter for himself and familiarizing himself with the entire area. Then some rest and making his way from Muspelheim to Joutenheim (likely to not occur in this thread).
Setting: The areas between F3 and O3, approximately. So in a general straight line from Vanaheim to Muspelheim.
Time: Week2, late evening early morning.
Warnings: Kiriwar. Yes, he is his own warning. (AKA cussing, violence, blood, general twistedness. I promise he won't maim anyone~)

Mitsuko-san, meet face. Kiriwar's entrance into Paixao was not that... nice. Although, he quite enjoyed it himself. He'd knocked at least ten different people around, maybe even killed one of them, and seemed quite satisfied with himself. Once people got the picture that the man was in no mood to be waiting in a fucking line, they moved and let him pass. Though a couple of them were defiant, so he knocked them out with his beloved pipe as well. Thus tallying the ten that he'd struck so far. One of them was on the ground, clutching his nose and moaning about it. Kiri's skin prickled happily at the noise, as he hummed--Ain't No Mountain Hiiiigh Enough--as he strolled to the front of the line, bloody pipe holstered on his shoulder. Mitsuko-san seemed quite lovely that day, he thought. New blood always did make Mitsuko-san look much nicer. He'd have to clean the pipe later, though. Too much blood could rust his beloved weapon~

Lifting up one of his booted feet, the punisher shoved the moaning man over, amused as he cried out sharply when his face landed in the dirt. However, his attention went to the young lady that was sitting at the gate's entrance. "Name?" she questioned, peeking up for the first time since she heard the brief struggling. It was an everyday thing. However, her eyes rounded when she saw the bloody pipe rested on a shoulder, a wolfish grin spread across his face. "Ah-ah..." she flinched quickly when he brought the pipe around to meet her, however, stopped probably only an inch away from her. "Girly," he started, warping his smirk a little bigger. "This place ain't anywhere near Igura..." he stated calmly, eyes narrowing on her and grin spreading even more to resemble something that would likely be on Gunzi's face.

"I-it's... Paixao, sir... n-name?" she inquired again, blue eyes locked hard on the bloody pipe with the jangling dog tags. "Paixao?" he stared at her, eyes still narrowed, and grin only a little confused before he stretched it in a predatory manner. Pressing his other hand down on the podium she was behind, he leaned close to her and tilted his head awkwardly up at her. She leaned back as far as she could in the booth, inhaling sharply and staring like a cornered rabbit would at a wolf. His canines stuck out the most, and aside from his Mitsuko-san, her eyes were either darting around or on those shiny teeth.

"S-sir..." she started, flinching when he tilted his head closer to her, breathing in as though testing out her scent like a predator. "N-name?" she reached down and took hold of something, and Kiriwar wasn't even the slightest bit worried about what it was. Though, he was a bit surprised when the girl offered him an orange computer looking thing, his head tilting like a confused animal. This gave the person that'd been next in line enough time to use a foot and shove him into Paixao's dome since he'd been taking the journal confusedly.

Thus, he landed nearly on his face, if it weren't for instinctive balance. "Fuckers," snarling at them, he turned his head and showed his teeth, prepared to smack Mitsuko-san around before he got something thrown at him. He wasn't sure what it was, and honestly didn't care. He'd noticed something out of the corner of an insane eye, and was more interested in it than the asshole who knocked him in. A brief glance, however, was sent to him, to memorize his face, before he gathered himself up and shoved the journal into a large pocket on the inside of his coat. Very well, he would figure out this land of 'Paixao.' If he was going to be stuck here, he was going to find out where the fuck he was...

And how big the goddamn place was; just from outisde he could tell it was huge. With that in mind, he began to walk straight from where he'd entered, intent on moving right on through.

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The Lone Power had considered looking at hotels, but was more trying to get out of the path of all those irritating citizens at the moment, so a detour was in order. This place was turning out to be less and less satisfactory as he kept bumping into them. The lack of darkness had started to bother him, although otherwise this place was the exact kind of world he wanted for himself. He would have to make mental notes of how this place was designed and try to find out who ran this place and how they got it to be so...life-less. His method of surpressing the life was a lot less sophisticated than this place's style.

He stopped for a moment to check the journal to see where he was. Looking up again, he saw a very determined and equally irritated man carrying a pipe heading in roughly the same distance he was planning on turning. Definitely seemed darker than the citizens by expression.

He grinned one of those grins that any normal human wouldn't want to be the recipient of as he headed toward the man.

Kiriwar was getting bored fast, and suddenly was internally missing Gunzi because of his growing used to fighting with the blonde bastard. "Fuckin' nutcase," he murmered to himself, and nevermind the fact he was probably just as crazy as the blade-wielding man was in his own little way. He hadn't touched the journal once--the thing thrown at him happened to of been it, actually--since he'd stuffed it into his inner pocket. He held no concern for it until it proved useful. "Fuckin' PLACE." He hissed suddenly, as he bristled a little at the sight of all the blondes. 'Bossman' and Gunzi were the only blondes he'd ever known in AREA:RAY... and this place was OVERRUN in them. It irritated him for some reason; and the fact it was clean also annoyed him.

The Big Bad Wolf was used to hunting in the darker woods, not these pathetic, sterilized and fake woods. Noticing an open window with some nice, rather white and shiny curtains, Kiri headed towards it and reached in. Unholstering his pipe from his shoulder, he calmly started to wipe off the blood that was on his dear Mitsuko-san. She didn't need these fake people's blood all over her right now, but that had calmed him down. He should do it again. "Tama would be handy right now," he idly said, before seeming to notice that someone was coming near him.

Oh? Someone not blonde? While finishing wiping the blood off on the previously clean curtain, he lifted the pipe up to his shoulder and listened to the tags jingle together like a windchime. A dangerous windchime.

The Lone Power ran a hand through his golden-red hair as he observed this guy. There was blood on the pipe and he was using the pure white curtain as a cleaning cloth. The Lone Power liked this guy already.

He smiled slowly, listening to the metal dog tags banging against the end of the pipe. Apparently, this guy wanted to give him a fair warning about the possibility of death. He might be mortal here, but death was the least of his worries.

He pulled himself up to his full height about 7 or 8 feet. "What would be the purpose of killing me? That blood...(he nodded at the now-stained curtains) You bloodied one of those sweetness-and-light types, right? If so, then we're on the same side. Not enemies. I hate those sweet-tempered fools. Would have been better if you killed some of them."

He smiled slowly at Kiriwar, "Pleasure to meet you, I am Cordell Black."

Tilting his head like a curious animal, Kiriwar curled up his nose a little and raised a dark brow over a crazy eye. He didn't enjoy his space being invaded right now, but this one wasn't a blonde freak--discluding Arbitro and Gunzi from that--so he wasn't that bothered by it. At least, yet. Though he kept up the obvious fact of being prepared to bash anyone's face in. A semi-psychotic grin spread across his face, showing sharp fangy canines, and he tilting his head back a little and then to the side somewhat again.

"Got ten, prob'ly killed one," Kiriwar said as calmly as a psychopath could be calm, before he shifted his pipe calmly to peek at it while still keeping the Lone Power in his sights. "Mitsuko-san doesn't need those bastards' blood all over her, though... not long. It might rust her too fast..." so instead, he'd wiped it off on that curtain. He bounced the pipe on his shoulder a little to shift it back to its original place, cool metal against the skin of his neck. "Kiriwar," he responded to 'Cordell Black,' seeming to be at least stable at the moment.

... it was then he noticed he was taller than Kiriwar. It annoyed him in his head, because he'd always been the tallest back in AREA:RAY. It was so easy to subdue victims when you were bigger than them...

This guy reminded him a little of Garm(possibly it was the teeth or maybe the crazed eyes), although this was obviously a human form, rather than a human-souled construct with a pre-programmed mission. He didn't think the same pushy, false-promise tactics would work, though considering this one had his own mission or destination. Instead he listened filing away information. Maybe he was looking into alliances or maybe he was just looking to see who might fit into his own heinous plans.

He thought the place was ridiculous. He hated the sweetness, the innocence. False and innocent did not mix in his opinion. Since, innocence was the Bright Power's focus.

A smile at the thought that the guy killed one, hurt ten. The Lone Power desperately wished he could have his powers back. But here, he was out of his realm. A slight disappointment, that the guy cared more about his weapon than increasing entropy, but that was whatever floated whomever's boat he didn't want to waste the energy forcing someone else to do his work, although he hoped he would find someone willing to fill that role at some point.

The Lone Power nodded at the name. It was a strange name. He liked how it ended in "war". But, that was the Lone Power, seeking any means of destruction.

He was amused by how the other seemed to be a little bothered by the fact that he was taller. Height meant nearly nothing to him. For The Lone Power, everything had to be about power. And, unfortunately, he was severely limited by this place, so power was limited to voice.

He nodded in the distance, "We're going the same way. I'm looking for a decent place to stay. So far, most of it is unsatisfactory." Of course, half of that wasn't true. It was just that it didn't meet HIS ideals. Most of which were verily the opposite of the whole nature of Paixao.

Kiriwar listened to things around him; such as interactions that might occur in the lifeless people, or the rare occurance of a non-blonde that might wander by. Sadly, his attention was seeking out a blonde and a white-haired, and thus both could easily be lost if one did not really know them. Gunzi would likely already be covered in blood, and well... Inu would be crawling around in his leather. Honestly, it wouldn't be too hard to find them.

... Kiri hoped.

Though, he probably would enjoy some merciless smashing again later. He just didn't find the thought of his dear Mitsuko-san covered in these idiots' blood. Seriously now, they were undeserving of being all over her. Perhaps once he got a better concept of the area he would get a bit more into the idea of it. He was going to get bored anyways, so... It all worked out, really.

Then the man said that he was heading in the same direction, or approximately so. Kiriwar felt he did not care, but perhaps this man would be of some use to him. He could also be manipulative, but it was never quite as obvious nor powerful. Or he could just prove interesting. "I'm doing a perimeter," a surprising show of intelligence. "My partner and Tama went missin', I was sent to look for them and ended up here." He knew quite well that he was no where near the games of Igura, or in his apocolyptic city of Japan.

The Lone Power mused as he walked with Kiriwar. He still liked the name. He would have to think about naming one of his constructs that when and if he ever ended up back in his world. He always gave his constructs names, although the name meant very little, since most of them lived in packs and preferred being called as a pack, with the exception of whichever construct had been given the pack leader title.

He listened to Kiriwar say he was looking for some people. He was amused as Tama was translated through the creation language into three different words and then as shorthand for a feline name. He was also amused that one of the three words translated was "bullet". Sometimes being a creator had its uses. Although he still had a favoritism for his own creation, rather than all the others.

Kiriwar would never admit that Tama was more fitting for something cat-like, compared to the fact that Inu meant dog and Inu was indeed like a dog... with Pochi as more logical. He knew this fact, but he was a stubborn bastard and prefered Tama over Gunzi's Pochi. "Tama's usually on his hands and knees, but he isn't hard to miss. Leather, white hair, gag, blindfold, giant x scar..." If the man was going to be near him, and Kiri was going to tolerate him rather than hitting him and killing him, he was going to make him of use.

"He's apparently in the Muspelheim place, I learned from someone who found him earlier," these journals, he decided, were perhaps useful. He would have to investigate it a bit more. But, there was thing Kiri knew well... Inu would never use a journal. He would have to find him himself.

And he honestly wondered if he wanted to find Kadaj for Gunzi now, because he was such an ass. But, he wanted to see the fight, so he would. Selfish bastard...

The Lone Power didn't say anything as Kiriwar decided to make him help. Well, this wasn't the USUAL way things worked, but he figured he'd follow along, it might give him...a bonus. He liked those because they helped with bargaining.

"No, that doesn't sound too hard." He was slightly amused by the description...It seemed like whomever sent Kiriwar on this mission, clearly liked being the boss of this "Tama" fellow. In a very fittingly cruel way.

Muspelheim... He pulled the journal out and checked the map. He was definitely headed toward that end of town, as well. There were two or three hotels left to check and determine which one he would stay in. He also typed up a long entry very fast. He was quite looking forward to this little adventure. He did want to have an alliance built up if he could.

If 'Cordell Black' was going to be walking with him anywhere, Kiriwar was going to make him of some kind of use. He knew Inu well enough, he'd stay in a general vicinity unless he smelled something that would clue him in on either him, Gunzi, or Arbitro. From what 'Pinky' said, he knew Inu was immobile anyways. So he wasn't worried in the slightest, not like he would be anyways. "Amusingly enough, no. Arbiface has a ... fetish."

It seemed Kiri knew of what the Lone Power thought of their boss, tilting his head in an animalistic manner and lifting his pipe a little as he walked. 'She,' as he fondly gendered it, knocked into assorted things on ledges as he walked along, smashing down into the ground and occassionally cracking a window or two as he merely bounced it off the wall with a slight hum--damnit, Gunzi got one of those 50's songs stuck in his head--that didn't fit at all with the crazy eyes or the feral grin that rested across his face.

He was very right in assuming that Kiriwar resembled a wolf, and the man wouldn't of been very surprised if Gunzi's "Lumberjack" decided to attack him for it. Oh well, it didn't bother him any. Nothing did except the urge for cake. Bastard Gunzi, again.

A fetish? Hmm...Well that could be better, depending on your view of it. Personally, he didn't care about that sort of thing. It was a little surprising considering his cruelty streak included, torture, blood, sickness, and all sorts of other cruelties.

He was amused at the minor bits of destruction the pipe was making as they walked. That was certaintly a good thing to him. Maybe not to the people of Paixao and the designers, but whatever.

The guy was humming an old song. There was a slight amusement at that. There had always been song and dance in heaven, although he had no part of it now. He didn't care.

No point in it. What was the use of dances if crashing them only resulted in laughter and really bad puns.

If one thought about it, Kiriwar had a few fetishes of his own. Just... not in the clothing department or such. ~~Like occasionally choking people when raping them.~~ The wolfish man had to consider that he might enjoy Cordell's interesting horde of torture that he listed amongst doing or liking if he knew about them... that's what AREA:RAY was all about, really. After the apocolyptic war, well... things fell apart in the world anyways.

Tapping Mitsuko-san a bit more, he observed as she ended up crashing a lamp over off a table next to the window, before turning his eyes forwards and turning her inwards towards his head. He seemed to of been considering something, before he tucked his free hand into his jacket and pulled his journal out. Opening it, he tilted his head to the side a little and examined the map. They were about halfway there, now, and he was rather glad about it.

He certainly wanted to find Inu so he could figure where the hell Kadaj was, then find Miyabi and meet up with her, and then go find Gunzi and the like. Perhaps he'd run into him on his way around, but it didn't matter. So long as he eventually found his partner, he'd be fine. "Yo, Inu!" he started calling out, not very often but still doing it every once in a while. Soon, he figured.

If the Lone Power had known where Kiriwar came from, he might be interested in moving there. It would be an ARESH-HAV world, after all. One ruled over by some of his own ideas, rather than that of the Bright Powers.

Someone wasn't going to be too happy that someone destroyed their lamp. Again, the Lone Power didn't give a damn. It was a small loss to whomever had done that.

Inu? He paused for a second as that translated itself to dog through the creation language.

"Which name is it? Feline or canine?"

AREA:RAY and Igura... ah, they were such great things to Kiri. The freedom he and Gunzi had in the apocolyptic Japanese city was quite a fun thing to Kiriwar, and really... he hadn't even considered what life would be like without running around to do errands for Arbitro or to kill off people.

Kiriwar was more intent on finding Inu now that destroying things, the closer they got as they walked along. However, when Lone asked this question of cat or dog with Inu's name, the wolfish punisher smirked widely in his predatory manner and snorted somewhat.

"His name's Inu, I call him Tama. Gunzi's a dipshit and calls him Pochi." It was amazing Inu didn't get confused, but he had been around them for quite a bit of time, so he was quite fine. He called his name out again, cupping his now-free hand next to his mouth. "OI, INU." He called a little louder, tapping Mitsuko-san on his shoulder impatiently.

"Ah. That makes sense." It made perfect sense to the Lone Power, namely because all the Powers go through name, species and gender shifts, depending on the nature of each world and what seemed appropriate...Sometimes they even had nicknames.

He threw a quick glance around at their surroundings. It was...improving. At least in quality, if not in energetic appeal. The Lone Power had a thing for quality, even though he was the Inventor of Death. Everyone usually asked why he lived in places with so much lighting and fine arrangements, considering that most people considered him "dark" for inventing Death.

He was getting bored of the misunderstandings, as well as of absolute evil. It seemed most people didn't understand that Death has positive outcomes as well. It's the root of change, good and bad. When you block Death from life, you're also going to block out some of the good things that life needs to persist. Time was very good at helping things persist.

Calculating the amount of time they had walked so far, they were probably close to on their way to finding out where this Inu was. He made a guess that there were probably a few more miles toward that side.

"Suppose," was Kiriwar's only response to Cordell's words, as just as soon as he crossed the threshold of halfway, his spine was attacked by a chill that latched onto it. He shuddered a little, lowering his hand down when he looked about to call out again, eyes narrowing and face contorting into a sort of leering scowl. He had a bad feeling, suddenly, and wasn't enjoying it. Usually he liked bad feelings, they were usually fun, honestly...

He tapped Mitsuko-san on his shoulder a little, running his tongue across one of his canines anxiously as he walked and slowly began to lengthen his already long-legged stride... although a lazy one, usually. "I don't like this..." he muttered, mostly to himself, and seemed to bristle up much like a wolf would as he walked. "INU!" he called out, becoming tense and rigid, teeth bared in a predatory manner. His fingers loosened before tightened on his pipe, knuckles paling somewhat in the process.

The Lone Power felt the energy shift as well. Something darker was in the area. It may be a few miles away, but dark energy is always very tangible. That was one of the reasons why he decided to switch to being ambivalent here, although he still wanted to pursue his own ideas. They weren't very clear, but he had very rough plans.

Of course, the Lone Power had a strong affinity for dark energy, all things considered.

He watched the peryton-like man tense yelling Inu's name. Probably, the guy sensed the same energy Lone did, although thye both had different reactions.

As they continued walking, they passed a few interesting buildings...a large manor, a train station, a hospital, and a strange building that Lone wasn't sure what was for, except that rich young men kept entering and leaving it.

Kiriwar's speed picked up again once they were getting closer and he could see the slope of the entrance belonging to the entrance of Muspelheim, his pipe swinging from his shoulder so that he was prepared to bludgeon someone upside the head. A; if someone got in his way, or b; if he needed to for Inu's sake. He was guessing one or the other. He bristled even more, his hair seeming to poof up slightly as well. He slowly started to see ahead of him, before suddenly...

He saw the white of Inu's hair almost instantly, even from his distance off. He wasn't sure who the other person was, but he wasn't sure he had to guess too long even as he kept walking on. Shiny. Very shiny. Both the thing he saw, and the figure with the thing he saw. Really shiny. Leather, was it? And metal...

Was it possible for him to tense up even more, snarling and showing his teeth in a very predatory manner. "Fucker," he muttered, storming forwards fast-paced.

The Lone Power watched Kiriwar as he walked quite a bit faster with the pipe ready to hurt/kill anyone. The Lone Power made no distinction between injury and murder, usually. With the exception of when he was absolutely frustrated with certain things. After all, both were pieces of entropy. One more direct and one minor.

White hair, and a rather threatening figure. The Lone Power was very interested when Kiriwar started, well, growling much like his perytons did when he asked them to go after someone, before cursing and storming away.

The Lone Power continued walking at an average speed, making him a bit further behind then Kiriwar. He passed by a cafe and then stopped off within the vicinity of the area where Kiriwar was standing in front of Inu and where the threatening figure had a sword drawn.

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