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paixaorpg2006-03-06 08:41 pm
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Finding work is more of a hassle than work itself. [IM Log/Closed]
Character(s): Kanda and Rabi
Content: Remember that "work wanted" post on the messageboard? Something seem a little bit.. off? This is why.
Time: Late Thursday afternoon
Warnings: Miniscule language and minor violence. Just Kanda knocking Rabi around a bit.
Where Allen got the money, Kanda still didn't know. But as far as he was concerned, the three of them had a shared hotel room for a few days until they could find something better. This place, Actua Are, would be sufficient for the time being. He could get to exploring the rest of the city later.
"Alright," Kanda said, sitting down on the side of the bed and opening his journal. "Since the beansprout probably wouldn't be able to do this properly anyways, I'll just take care of it myself." Derision practically dripped from every syllable, but at least he didn't seem to be complaining about it.
He still didn't see the sense in using these journals, but as a widely accepted form of communication, it would probably yield more results than shoving Rabi out in the street and having him yell advertisements.
..At least, it would yield more useful results.
Since the two boys reunited with Kanda earlier that day, Rabi wouldn't leave him alone. After all, Allen and short jokes were getting kind of old, and the munchkin didn't react quite like Kanda did. Being able to tease what he considered "an old friend" (although Kanda considered him a nuisance) was, for Rabi, an endless source of amusement... and, for Kanda, an endless source of migraines.
The only time he stopped picking on Kanda was when he finally sat down to type up a message for those.. uh... message board-things. He didn't really care what it was, as long as they got a job and a place to stay. Rabi stayed silent for all of ten seconds - enough for the other to insult the shrimp and decide to make a post himself - before finally coming forward. He jumped on the bed so hard that he nearly rolled off the other side, then peered over the boy's shoulder.
"Ooh! What are you writing?" he asked, itching to just grab the journal from him and write the message himself. "Can I do it? Let me do it!! You're gonna make it sound boring!"
"No," Kanda snapped, yanking the little black journal away. He gave Rabi a reproachful glance, holding the journal out of Rabi's current arm reach. "If you want to get a job at all, you're going to let me do it, so we can at least pretend that more than one of us has a brain." Kanda would hope Rabi could tell that the "one" that he was referring to was not the redheaded exorcist currently hovering over his shoulder.
"Besides, it's my.. journal," Kanda added. He didn't like toting the thing about like a schoolgirl's diary, but it had allowed him to meet his two fellow exorcists.
"And stop breathing down my neck." As he shoved Rabi away, he wondered if he should really be thanking the journal for reuniting him with the other two.
"I am not...!" Well, he could, if he really wanted to piss him off. That'd just be freaky, though.
"C'mon, Yuu, let me do it!!" Rabi grabbed the journal again to look over whatever Kanda had written, and wasn't surprised to see that he hadn't written anything at all. And that, in his mind, meant he could write whatever he wanted!
"MY NAME IS KANDA YUU AND I HAVE AN ANGER PROBLEM."
"Rabi!" Kanda's head whipped around as Rabi snatched the journal away. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, leaning over to grab a corner of the black box and jerk it towards him so that he could see what was on the screen.
He only needed a quick glance to get the gist.
"Do you want to starve, or are you just asking me to kill you and get it over with?" he asked, teeth gritting together despite himself.
Rabi all but whined when the journal was taken from him. Oh, come on, he thought it was funny!
"But you're gonna make it sound boring," he pointed out, waiting for an opportunity to steal the journal back. "If we're gonna get a job, it better be a good one!"
Hm. What could make a good message board post?
...
"... can I draw a picture in it?"
Kanda, clearly, did not find it at all funny. Sometimes his amazing sense of humor just didn't kick in.
"I'm going to make it sound professional," Kanda corrected, typing away. "And if we don't get a job, I'm going to assume that it's entirely your fault." Because who on earth would respond to something written by this idiot, anyhow?
He'd have to find some way to explain their abilities and talents.. it was going to be hard to find anything that would actually be appealing. Murder and exorcism were the only skills that all three of them had in common. As for their "individual traits".. maybe it'd be better to only mention a few.
"No," he replied, without even thinking about it. "Make yourself less of a nuisance and tell me what you can do that's useful."
"I'm gonna make it sound profeeeessional," he repeated, with a nasal twang to his voice. Professional was lame, anyway. Hell, he knew he'd hire somebody who could draw some cute smilie faces in a heartbeat.
... well, maybe.
Now then, skills. Surprisingly enough, he could actually think of a few off the top of his head, but he knew that, if he mentioned them, Kanda was likely to shoot them down. "Well, uh... I know a couple of languages," he admitted, only to shrug it off seconds later. If by "a couple" he meant "everything Bookman could teach him," yeah, then it made sense.
"... c'mon, let me write it!!"
That made sense. With Rabi becoming the next bookman, he would have to be somewhat fluent in several languages. In a place like this, it could be useful. Though, from what he had seen, language barriers hadn't been a very widespread problem. It was only an issue for people with incredibly outlandish speech.
"Alright," Kanda said, typing that down. The Japanese boy could be agreeable, on occasion. When Rabi wasn't being frustrating. He had gotten to his own section of the ad, and he gave the screen a vaguely incensed look for a few moments. He didn't exactly fancy himself a service boy, and therefore wasn't looking forward to writing any of this down. Well, he could-- Rabi was doing it again.
"What would you have to write, anyways?" he asked, turning around to face Rabi, who was sitting on the middle of the bed.
This was his chance!
"Well, if you let me WRITE something...!" And with that, he reached forward and grabbed the journal. He didn't even give Kanda time to react before bolting out of the room, trying to find some place in the hotel where he could hide. After all, if he stayed, he'd probably get stabbed. The boy could only be pushed so far.
"MY TURN YAY. :D"
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Kanda howled after him, jumping off the bed and dashing out of the room after him. Now, Rabi was just trying to push his buttons. And he was doing a good job of it too. Rabi just trampled all over his buttons and Kanda was not going to let him get away with it.
He had grabbed Mugen on his way out, purely from habit. As he caught a glimpse of red going around a corner, Kanda thanked his instincts. If Rabi didn't stop running within the next three seconds, he was going to be needing his sword.
And he LIKED trampling over those buttons, thank you very much!
Rabi found a table out in one of the hallways he could duck under for a few seconds, which was long enough for him to write his own version of a "we're broke, we need a job"-post. Luckily, Kanda still had his pen; he really hadn't gotten used to typing with the keys, and that was fine with him since he couldn't draw pictures with them.
Uh, let's see... well, Allen can gamble. And Kanda's kind of angry. He forgot to mention that in his "professional" post, so Rabi made sure to write it down for him. Oh, and pictures! Gotta make Kanda nice and angry and Beansprout nice and short, right?
He just finished another one of his little smilie faces when he saw Kanda storming down the hallway, Mugen in hand. "YUU!" Aww, crap, was he really going to USE (or yuu-se) it? Rabi scrambled to get up and out from underneath the table, but he ended up banging his head on it and falling over.
Being tall wasn't always a good thing.
Since Rabi was having trouble getting out from underneath the table, Kanda decided to help him. Kanda helped him by grabbing part of his coat (the shoulder as it so happened) and yanking him upwards without any warning. On the way up, Rabi's hit the table again and nearly knocked it over in the middle of the hallway. The journal clattered to the floor, but Kanda ignored it for the time being.
"Rabi," he said, voice edging on ragingly angry. He'd only been in Paixao for a few days, and Rabi had managed to piss him off in every way possible, including but not limited to shoving him out in the rain, and grabbing his journal and running away with it. "What did you write?"
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! "Yuu! Oh, come on, Yuu! Yuu--OW!!" Oh, not the table again...
Rabi noticed the look on Kanda's face. It wasn't unusual, considering how easily he could piss the boy off, but now he that he had Mugen with him, he meant business. The taller boy had to keep reassuring himself by thinking things like "he can't kill me" or "he won't kill me," but for some reason or another those thoughts weren't exactly helping.
"Uh... uh... nothing?" he replied, forcing a cheesy grin onto his face. He hadn't really touched any of Kanda's "professional" stuff, he'd just drawn some pictures! Maybe there was a vague reference to Kanda's anger problem... maybe. But could you blame him?
"... I made a pretty picture!"
Kanda narrowed his eyes, and shoved Rabi into the wall. It was unceremonious, but he used one hand to hold Rabi there while he bent over to pick up the fallen journal. Holding it with one hand, he skimmed through the writing on the screen.
As his eyes went lower, his expression slowly grew more sour. When he got to Rabi's "artistic interpretation" of him, a twitch started to develop in his eyelid.
"Cross it out," he ordered, shoving the journal in Rabi's face. "All of it."
Rabi made some sort of strangled noise as he hit the wall, waiting for Kanda to pick the journal up and look over his masterpiece. Oh, come on, was it really all that bad?
"...all of it?"
Okay, so maybe it was.
The redhead grumbled and took the journal back, moving away from Kanda as he crossed out bits of his entry. There go the pictures. There goes the anger problem. Man, this post was going to suck.
Determined not to let Kanda have the proverbial last laugh (was he even capable of laughing?) Rabi wrote "YUU'S BEING MEAN" in the corner... and, when he was absolutely sure Kanda couldn't see him, he titled the entry: "YUU SAID SOMETHING BUT HE DOESN'T MATTER" and posted it on the messageboard for all to see.
Rabi then shoved the journal back into Kanda's hands and took off, hoping the boy wouldn't come after him a second time. Besides, he had his own journal to write in! Something about a "Yuuzilla," or whatever...
Content: Remember that "work wanted" post on the messageboard? Something seem a little bit.. off? This is why.
Time: Late Thursday afternoon
Warnings: Miniscule language and minor violence. Just Kanda knocking Rabi around a bit.
Where Allen got the money, Kanda still didn't know. But as far as he was concerned, the three of them had a shared hotel room for a few days until they could find something better. This place, Actua Are, would be sufficient for the time being. He could get to exploring the rest of the city later.
"Alright," Kanda said, sitting down on the side of the bed and opening his journal. "Since the beansprout probably wouldn't be able to do this properly anyways, I'll just take care of it myself." Derision practically dripped from every syllable, but at least he didn't seem to be complaining about it.
He still didn't see the sense in using these journals, but as a widely accepted form of communication, it would probably yield more results than shoving Rabi out in the street and having him yell advertisements.
..At least, it would yield more useful results.
Since the two boys reunited with Kanda earlier that day, Rabi wouldn't leave him alone. After all, Allen and short jokes were getting kind of old, and the munchkin didn't react quite like Kanda did. Being able to tease what he considered "an old friend" (although Kanda considered him a nuisance) was, for Rabi, an endless source of amusement... and, for Kanda, an endless source of migraines.
The only time he stopped picking on Kanda was when he finally sat down to type up a message for those.. uh... message board-things. He didn't really care what it was, as long as they got a job and a place to stay. Rabi stayed silent for all of ten seconds - enough for the other to insult the shrimp and decide to make a post himself - before finally coming forward. He jumped on the bed so hard that he nearly rolled off the other side, then peered over the boy's shoulder.
"Ooh! What are you writing?" he asked, itching to just grab the journal from him and write the message himself. "Can I do it? Let me do it!! You're gonna make it sound boring!"
"No," Kanda snapped, yanking the little black journal away. He gave Rabi a reproachful glance, holding the journal out of Rabi's current arm reach. "If you want to get a job at all, you're going to let me do it, so we can at least pretend that more than one of us has a brain." Kanda would hope Rabi could tell that the "one" that he was referring to was not the redheaded exorcist currently hovering over his shoulder.
"Besides, it's my.. journal," Kanda added. He didn't like toting the thing about like a schoolgirl's diary, but it had allowed him to meet his two fellow exorcists.
"And stop breathing down my neck." As he shoved Rabi away, he wondered if he should really be thanking the journal for reuniting him with the other two.
"I am not...!" Well, he could, if he really wanted to piss him off. That'd just be freaky, though.
"C'mon, Yuu, let me do it!!" Rabi grabbed the journal again to look over whatever Kanda had written, and wasn't surprised to see that he hadn't written anything at all. And that, in his mind, meant he could write whatever he wanted!
"MY NAME IS KANDA YUU AND I HAVE AN ANGER PROBLEM."
"Rabi!" Kanda's head whipped around as Rabi snatched the journal away. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, leaning over to grab a corner of the black box and jerk it towards him so that he could see what was on the screen.
He only needed a quick glance to get the gist.
"Do you want to starve, or are you just asking me to kill you and get it over with?" he asked, teeth gritting together despite himself.
Rabi all but whined when the journal was taken from him. Oh, come on, he thought it was funny!
"But you're gonna make it sound boring," he pointed out, waiting for an opportunity to steal the journal back. "If we're gonna get a job, it better be a good one!"
Hm. What could make a good message board post?
...
"... can I draw a picture in it?"
Kanda, clearly, did not find it at all funny. Sometimes his amazing sense of humor just didn't kick in.
"I'm going to make it sound professional," Kanda corrected, typing away. "And if we don't get a job, I'm going to assume that it's entirely your fault." Because who on earth would respond to something written by this idiot, anyhow?
He'd have to find some way to explain their abilities and talents.. it was going to be hard to find anything that would actually be appealing. Murder and exorcism were the only skills that all three of them had in common. As for their "individual traits".. maybe it'd be better to only mention a few.
"No," he replied, without even thinking about it. "Make yourself less of a nuisance and tell me what you can do that's useful."
"I'm gonna make it sound profeeeessional," he repeated, with a nasal twang to his voice. Professional was lame, anyway. Hell, he knew he'd hire somebody who could draw some cute smilie faces in a heartbeat.
... well, maybe.
Now then, skills. Surprisingly enough, he could actually think of a few off the top of his head, but he knew that, if he mentioned them, Kanda was likely to shoot them down. "Well, uh... I know a couple of languages," he admitted, only to shrug it off seconds later. If by "a couple" he meant "everything Bookman could teach him," yeah, then it made sense.
"... c'mon, let me write it!!"
That made sense. With Rabi becoming the next bookman, he would have to be somewhat fluent in several languages. In a place like this, it could be useful. Though, from what he had seen, language barriers hadn't been a very widespread problem. It was only an issue for people with incredibly outlandish speech.
"Alright," Kanda said, typing that down. The Japanese boy could be agreeable, on occasion. When Rabi wasn't being frustrating. He had gotten to his own section of the ad, and he gave the screen a vaguely incensed look for a few moments. He didn't exactly fancy himself a service boy, and therefore wasn't looking forward to writing any of this down. Well, he could-- Rabi was doing it again.
"What would you have to write, anyways?" he asked, turning around to face Rabi, who was sitting on the middle of the bed.
This was his chance!
"Well, if you let me WRITE something...!" And with that, he reached forward and grabbed the journal. He didn't even give Kanda time to react before bolting out of the room, trying to find some place in the hotel where he could hide. After all, if he stayed, he'd probably get stabbed. The boy could only be pushed so far.
"MY TURN YAY. :D"
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Kanda howled after him, jumping off the bed and dashing out of the room after him. Now, Rabi was just trying to push his buttons. And he was doing a good job of it too. Rabi just trampled all over his buttons and Kanda was not going to let him get away with it.
He had grabbed Mugen on his way out, purely from habit. As he caught a glimpse of red going around a corner, Kanda thanked his instincts. If Rabi didn't stop running within the next three seconds, he was going to be needing his sword.
And he LIKED trampling over those buttons, thank you very much!
Rabi found a table out in one of the hallways he could duck under for a few seconds, which was long enough for him to write his own version of a "we're broke, we need a job"-post. Luckily, Kanda still had his pen; he really hadn't gotten used to typing with the keys, and that was fine with him since he couldn't draw pictures with them.
Uh, let's see... well, Allen can gamble. And Kanda's kind of angry. He forgot to mention that in his "professional" post, so Rabi made sure to write it down for him. Oh, and pictures! Gotta make Kanda nice and angry and Beansprout nice and short, right?
He just finished another one of his little smilie faces when he saw Kanda storming down the hallway, Mugen in hand. "YUU!" Aww, crap, was he really going to USE (or yuu-se) it? Rabi scrambled to get up and out from underneath the table, but he ended up banging his head on it and falling over.
Being tall wasn't always a good thing.
Since Rabi was having trouble getting out from underneath the table, Kanda decided to help him. Kanda helped him by grabbing part of his coat (the shoulder as it so happened) and yanking him upwards without any warning. On the way up, Rabi's hit the table again and nearly knocked it over in the middle of the hallway. The journal clattered to the floor, but Kanda ignored it for the time being.
"Rabi," he said, voice edging on ragingly angry. He'd only been in Paixao for a few days, and Rabi had managed to piss him off in every way possible, including but not limited to shoving him out in the rain, and grabbing his journal and running away with it. "What did you write?"
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! "Yuu! Oh, come on, Yuu! Yuu--OW!!" Oh, not the table again...
Rabi noticed the look on Kanda's face. It wasn't unusual, considering how easily he could piss the boy off, but now he that he had Mugen with him, he meant business. The taller boy had to keep reassuring himself by thinking things like "he can't kill me" or "he won't kill me," but for some reason or another those thoughts weren't exactly helping.
"Uh... uh... nothing?" he replied, forcing a cheesy grin onto his face. He hadn't really touched any of Kanda's "professional" stuff, he'd just drawn some pictures! Maybe there was a vague reference to Kanda's anger problem... maybe. But could you blame him?
"... I made a pretty picture!"
Kanda narrowed his eyes, and shoved Rabi into the wall. It was unceremonious, but he used one hand to hold Rabi there while he bent over to pick up the fallen journal. Holding it with one hand, he skimmed through the writing on the screen.
As his eyes went lower, his expression slowly grew more sour. When he got to Rabi's "artistic interpretation" of him, a twitch started to develop in his eyelid.
"Cross it out," he ordered, shoving the journal in Rabi's face. "All of it."
Rabi made some sort of strangled noise as he hit the wall, waiting for Kanda to pick the journal up and look over his masterpiece. Oh, come on, was it really all that bad?
"...all of it?"
Okay, so maybe it was.
The redhead grumbled and took the journal back, moving away from Kanda as he crossed out bits of his entry. There go the pictures. There goes the anger problem. Man, this post was going to suck.
Determined not to let Kanda have the proverbial last laugh (was he even capable of laughing?) Rabi wrote "YUU'S BEING MEAN" in the corner... and, when he was absolutely sure Kanda couldn't see him, he titled the entry: "YUU SAID SOMETHING BUT HE DOESN'T MATTER" and posted it on the messageboard for all to see.
Rabi then shoved the journal back into Kanda's hands and took off, hoping the boy wouldn't come after him a second time. Besides, he had his own journal to write in! Something about a "Yuuzilla," or whatever...