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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 6:01 pm
[[ OOC: Hurrr, yay for dramatic title. >_>'
Anyways, I'll just have a small recap here.....This will be turn-based, so if anyone else wants to join, just send me a message and I'll see what I can do to add you in here.
And now. Time for a re-cap~
Quote: A simple way of getting revenge. That was all it was. A simple way of giving his partners severe retribution. A simple way of punishing the two girls. That's all it was. Kid deemed it proper to teach his partners a lesson after the tried (and failed miserably) to give him a 'present'....to give him an opportunity to spend a 'romantic' evening with his significant other. Of course, their ideas of a 'romantic evening' differed greatly. After three attempted homicides, Kid finally managed to trap them. After threatening them numerous times and forcing the two to transform, the young man locked them in a drawer in his room. The space was small enough to prevent them from transforming back into their human form. Patti eventually came up with an idea....she transformed her arm back to its original state and used her sister to shoot a hole in the dresser, then escaping from there. Liz, now infuriated, decided to get her revenge on the meister. She wrote a note to her partner, articulating the fact that she was fed up with him and his quirks and was now taking Patti back to the streets. The two proceeded to pack and leave the mansion, only to find themselves at a local bar. Kid discovers the note and reads it before going to search for his partners. What will the outcome be...?
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 7:15 pm
She forgot how damn good liqueur tasted when it was fueling a rush that had her whole being roaring and ready for action, her head tilted back with the small glass gently held between her the thumb, index and middle fingers of her right hand, the dry liquid dropping down her throat. Granted it was only a get-back prank for that spoiled, uptight Meister of hers and Patti's who needed a good strong kick in the trunk for taking such a glorious, time consuming idea of hers, and bluntly throwing it to the flames to chase them down like dogs. It's not unlike this little act of theirs wasn't to uncommon, there was always soemthing they did to somehow sent him into a deep, deep hell of depression or rage and visa versa.
Be it somehow something in his closet had the misfortune of meeting a mouth who had dared to only munch on the left side of one of his best shirts, leaving the most disgusting, unbelievably revolting, tiiiiniest hole on it!
Or, heaven forbid, the cook dared to somehow mess up pancakes. because pancakes can be ruined greatly, especially when you happen to only slightly darken one side of said product and dare to put it on Death the Kid's plate. How utterly outrageous.
And another favorite moment... Her, Elizabeth Thompson, daring to go out on a mission with an attire completely different from her younger sister. Because physical differences was enough to have the poor young man flinching inwardly. because the idea of the clothing that she purchased, that she liked, that did not match her younger sisters outfit in the least was such a tragedy they simply could not accomplish the mission until she had been practically ordered, begged and otherwise demanded to put on her usual things.
Oh, that was her favorite day. Did they even finish the mission? She couldn't recollect by the time he made sure every item on her was perfect. Hair, shirt, pants, bracelets, shoes and of course eyebrows.
... What pleasure she had taken in wearing a one strap shirt of hers that she had managed to hide in her room on him the next day, the look of pure horror that had gradually grown to the point of the young shinigami looking as if he was about to explode.
Everyday seem like some kind of bad comedy show between her, her sister and that guy. But the fact he had the damn nerve to abuse his power as a meister and shove her and her sister into a dresser drawer, lock it and casually leave the room was it. So, he could see the mess of a room they had escaped from, as well as the chaotic mess in their own along with her little note. He could realize his symmetrical weapons were no longer his and he could suffer at the idea of having to look through the mass of trying to find a pair of matching weapons again while he searched this city up and down for them, as long as they were mindful and didn't hang in one place to long, by the time he caught their wavelengths with his soul perception, they'd have all ready been long gone. And all that would be left, would be the continuation of her devilish little prank.
She tilted her head back up properly as the glass made a knock onto the bar's surface, signaling the bartender who was nonchalantly cleaning a glass he held in one hand in front of his chest with a clean white rag he held in his other, eying the younger Thompson sister who was gulping down a over the top sundae she had ordered not to long ago, for another drink. Sh let out a quick, pleasant sigh and turned herself on the bar stool, sapphire hues searching around the place. She recognized some faces, others seemed newer. Death City wasn't a bar-heaven, but it had a decent amount, some better then others in her own opinion. And it was in those places she had marked her home away from home. And like any home away from home there was 'stool neighbors', and pals.
Accomplishes for the next step.
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She seemed much more innocent in all of this compared to her sister who looked somewhat like a irritated house wife who had just about stabbed her husband and left him dead in a lake some place the way one side of her lips would perk in a smirk and her eyes would narrow to a deadly slit at the whatever thoughts crossed her mind, whereas Patti herself was quite content kicking her feet aimlessly, smiling from ear to ear as she would grip the spoon in her right hand, stabbing it into the cold substance drenched with chocolate syrup and shovel it as quickly as she could into her mouth with a happy squee. But, she knew exactly what was going on and she was all for it.
After all, her onee-chan and Kid-kun were so very funny looking as they screamed the others ears off. Their faces looked like some monsters she saw in a comic once! It was great! And besides that, after clarifying with her sister earlier that this note and packing was just for a prank and they really weren't leaving Kid forever, she was fine with it. Because whether her sister would admit it or not, despite all the arguing they could do, or how annoyed Liz would seem, or even Kid himself, she knew both of them were a lot happier then they were when they lived on the streets. Both sisters were fond of Kid, that's why her onee-chan could call him a 'spoiled brat' so affectionately.
She popped the spoon out from her puckered lips, staring at her distorted reflection in the shinny bottom of it, adjusting the angles to watch her face look budged on one side, or skinny in another angle, until her sisters glances around the bar caught her attention. Turning herself quickly to face her, keeping the spoon pointed up in her right fist while it and her matching left rested on her kneecaps, she stared at Liz quizzically.
"Onee-chan?" She started softly, trying to follow her gaze to wherever it was. "What'cha doin'?"
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She turned her head to look over her shoulder, lifting a hand to flick a lock of hair smugly over her shoulder, talking in far to chipper tone of voice. "Since Kid thinks we've gone back to our old ways, why not up the realism of it?" When she noticed Patti's face practically asking 'what?' she decided to show her exactly what she meant. Sliding up to her feet from her seat, she made her way steadily across the bar, motioning a few specific people who glanced her way towards her. In no time a total of seven men were grouped around her, although there was only abut three fairly handsome ones. The others were purely bar-buddy's. As Patti leaned in from where she sat, as if she could somehow hear their conversation from where she sat on the other side of the room, Liz grouped the men together and began whispering her devious plot.
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She blinked from her seat as she watched her older sister speaking to the men, a few of them stood to look at each other in confusion before being dragged back into the whispering. Eventually her sister seemed to give one of the men a pat on the back. Two men chuckled, and soon the others gathered in it, along with Liz herself.
She really didn't know what Liz had said that was so funny.
But she didn't think Kid was going to like it very much.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 8:00 pm
 ≫ Ðєατн τнє Kι∂ ≪ If you challenge me....
"...Liz? ...Patti?"
...Hmm. This was strange. He could have sworn that they were in the drawer when he left the room.
....Surely they didn't escape. It was impossible.
...Or was it?
With an exasperated sigh, a single pale hand wrapped around the knob of the 'prison' for the Twin Demon Guns.
...The boy paused for a moment, frowning. What if they weren't in there?
...Where would he look next? Their room? The kitchen? The closets?
He shook the questions out of his mind for the time being and wrenched the drawer open, shocked to find that the pistols weren't there.
...Well damn. ...They were sneakier than he thought.
The young man moved over to his bed and sat down, flinching when he heard a noise similar to that of paper being crumpled. He shifted his position, and sure enough, there was a piece of paper under his thigh.
....Strange.
He picked up the sheet without a moment's hesitation, skimming the page.
"This is Liz's handwriting..." he mumbled, frowning. Why would she leave him a note? Surely she could say anything and everything to his face?
A few moments of silence.
A cold gaze settled on the harsh, piercing words Liz left for him. Each and every word he read....it felt as if a knife were being pressed into his chest.
...No, no way. They weren't leaving. This was a joke.
....Right?
Without a moment's hesitation, Kid stormed out of his room and headed down the all-too-familiar hallway, only pausing when he reached the door marking Liz and Patti's living quarters.
"Liz! Patti! Come out, right this instant!" his baritone voice echoed off the walls of the messy, disorganized room. ...No sign of life. No sign of his partners.
...No sign of the two that had enabled him to be the threat he was today.
Suddenly, reality hit, and he found himself leaning against the doorpost, an unfamiliar feeling taking over. Was this desperation? Was this what failure felt like? Or was this something else?
...But...those two....they couldn't be serious....could they? The Shinigami gritted his teeth before turning around to slam his fist into the nearby wall.
Damn them! They should know better.........They KNEW he needed them...why were they just going to leave him like this?
He had relied on them so heavily......he had trusted them....he had provided for them, and they had provided for him.
And now, they had left him.
They'd left him for good.
"...God damn it, you two...." he growled, half-choking on the last word. His fist moved from the wall to his mouth as he felt a lump growing in his throat....damn it, he hated this feeling.
Slowly, the raven-haired boy turned around, using his free hand to pull the door closed behind them.
He had made his decision.
He was going to look for them.
He was going to find them.
He was going to tell them how much he needed them.
He was going to apologize for everything.
And maybe, just maybe....they'd change their minds.
....You better kiss your soul goodbye
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 10:00 pm
This was something else she had quite unexpectedly missed, the scheming, the handful of Joe's she could call on and trust to buy a drink and tell the cops they didn't even know a person named Liz. It was sort of a bittersweet feeling in all honesty, the friends she had come to like and trust around Death City were not the ones she had made growing up in Brooklyn with Patti. They knew she was sneaky but not to the point of being criminal at some point in her life. They weren't the people she had literally trusted with her life at times and expected to back stab her for their own in others.
She let out a long chuckle at one of the men's jokes around that time, closing her eyes to the heartfelt feeling that echoed from her stomach, sliding her left hand over her navel as her right slipped onto the said man's shoulders, feeling him kneel forward a bit as he followed her into laughter from his own remark.
Of course they were not the same, this wasn't a job in order to survive or piss some rich snob off because she felt like it, that chapter was closed in her and especially Patti's life. This was a prank, a lie and attempt to get back on that spoiled guy who took her and her sister for granted for the finale time and that was all it was. ...But even knowing that she couldn't help enjoying the rush this was giving her. Was she actually missing that lifestyle, was she now...?
She gave the other man a few pats as she composed herself, shifting her left hand up to slide an index finger over her closed left eye as if the joke had brought her to nearly tear, straightening herself up after that. She used her right to wave off the men as they said their goodbye's, watching two move to another group near the left side of the small bar while the rest left through the double cherry-wood door's at the right side of the place, a tiny gold bell near the top signaling their leave. The eldest Thompson sister, in the mean while, moved back to her spot next to Patti, waving a hand absent mindedly to the Bartender for another drink.
"Your best beer this time, big guy. Turns out I'm not aiming for a buzz quite yet."she requested in a tone happy enough to make the man want to all most turn to Patti for answers. Then again, asking a girl who had just attempted to balance a cherry on her nose only to end up squishing it rather violently in her very palm when it wouldn't obey didn't come off as such a brilliant idea to him, so he simply went to fetch the other woman a beer.
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Obviously she had gotten distracted after a point and decided to finish up her sundae, or destroy it by the look of the mess still around her area of the bar, floor, stool and her arms and face. With her elbows bent onto the bar, cheeks rested in her sticky palms she turned large sparkling blue hues towards her sisters happy side profile, curiously sparked once more onto her face. She hadn't been able to figure out what her Onee-chan had meant when she went over to talk with some of her usual friends around these places, the whole scene seemed very familiar to her, though.
Just like Liz felt nostalgic about the methods she had all ready began using for this joke, Patti also could feel it. She could remember how casually they'd stroll into a shady place near the corner of the city, move over to sit at a table casually. Liz then would began talking about a job, either for a robbery she planned for next week so they'd have some cash for the following week, or to discuss beating some dude for some cash who double crossed whoever they met with, or simply get information. Her Onee-chan was amazing when she worked and she enjoyed the excitement of knowing they were going after some poor fool who was bond to wet themselves after they did, but...
For some reason as she watched the familiar scene now, watched her sister come back and look so happy after it, she didn't feel as excited as she thought she should. She wanted to because her sister was happy, but she felt more like she had a tummy ache without the ache. That had been exciting, but now they didn't have to feel that kinda excitement, right? Now they didn't need to laugh at some poor morons misery because they could poke fun at Kid when a hair was out of place, or one of his shoes got polished better then the other, or when he couldn't sign a document right for a whole day. And then after they'd pat him on the back and say 'It's okay!' and cheer him all up, then they'd all be happy.
They didn't need these sorts of things anymore because they were with Kiddo now, right? Onee-chan liked this life better then the old one like she did, didn't she?
Onee-chan said this was just a prank on Kiddo, so that's all it was.
... But what if she was happier with it not being a prank...?
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Her eyes had remained steady on the bartender as he snagged her beer of choice from the cooler drawer at the back, popping the cap and leaving it along side a short glass filled half way with ice. She did not bother with the glass, however, and snagged the tall bottle in her right hand, bringing the mouth of it to rest just between her lips as she tilted her head back for a long enjoyable gulp before settling it back into place with a quick breathe. Eventually she felt the stares at her right side and peeked over to notice at long last the complete mess her younger sister was, tensing upright as she spun herself around to face the younger girl staring at her obliviously, each hand stretched out to hover near her sister with a look of utter distaste.
"PATTI! I said you could have a sundae, not wear it! There's even ice cream all over the floor, what did you..." She trailed off there, not sure knowing her sister she wanted to finish that sentence.
She quickly looked from left to right, throwing long dirty blond hair into chaos as she searched for something to clean the dear girl up. Quickly catching the elder sisters frantic behavior [Or perhaps expecting it knowing for some time now of the younger sisters unsightly appearance], he quickly moved to snag a clean cloth from the bar, rinsing it under cool water for a minute before shutting the water and ringing the excess out. And after the eldest Thompson had focused her eyes on to him, he was all ready dropping the wet cloth in front of her with a grumbled 'here'.
She blinked lazily at the man, her gaze falling down to the cloth before quickly settling back on the bartenders who was now rush cleaning Patti's messy area, tossing him a slight glare. Some attitude for a gal who just ordered his best beer. What was his problem? The man should be thankful for his luck, the older sister decided, seeing as she was far more preoccupied by the idea of cleaning her sister up then snapping a word at him.
Snatching up the wet cloth in her left hand and Patti's right arm in her other, she shifted her position to begin scrubbing her down with a small sigh. "You really need to try and be more careful when you eat, it's a waste if more of the ice cream hits the floor or-" She paused there, the corner of her eyes catching a sudden drip off white cream near her right side. Peeking up quickly to notice what was obviously a nice gulp of syrup, rainbow sprinkles and vanilla cream, her expression dropping further to match her quieting voice. "-.... It's really a waste if more of the ice cream hits the floor and the ceiling then it does your mouth, Patti...."
Suddenly she felt like she owed the annoyed bartender an apology.
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She couldn't help giggling happily when she saw the funny expression her sister made when she noticed where some of the ice cream went. she hadn't meant for it to hit the ceiling, but that explained where that spoon full she had flicked up and meant to fall in her mouth went. "Sorry, Onee-chan!" She responded innocently, but it seemed as soon as she felt the desire to laugh, did she feel that other familiar feeling from a moment ago creep back in. Keeping the smile strong on her face, she focused her gaze a bit more seriously onto her older sister.
"Onee-chan," she started, trying to keep the usual cheer in her voice along with the curiosity. "What'cha planning to do with Kiddo?"
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She shifted her own lazy eyes back to Patti on that, blinking oddly at the happy girl's expression. She really couldn't word it but the sight suddenly made her feel the need to hug her younger sister, there was no real outwardly sign why, yet... She could swore she seemed upset by something, and Patti was not one who's mood was usual seriously set down... She wanted to ask her straight out what the problem was, since she had seemed fine just a moment before, but... She flashed the younger girl a assuring smile, continuing to clean up Patti's second arm as she responded.
"Just as I said earlier, I plan to up the stakes." Her smile perked a little at that, seeing the whole plan flash through her minds eye.
"I told some of the guys that I'm pulling a little prank on Kid for various reasons and if they all helped me really pull it over I'd buy them all a drink, so... A few of them intend to spread out and hang in a few places I expect Kid to head to look for us first. When they see him, they intend to make a bit of a ruckus saying how some 'crazy sisters' just stole his wallet." She shifted the cloth over to Patti's face now, cleaning the sticky mess on her cheeks. "Depending on who he finds first, they'll point him out to the next group saying we had gone 'that way' and then from there, the next group will have another story, point out another group with yet another story until they point him to a location where will be playing 'hold up'."
She couldn't even imagine how damn pissed that boy was gonna be when he heard it. She should probably push all her hair to one side to really piss him off on top of all this. But, that out of the way she gave a small frown at her younger sister, tilting her head a little to the left.
"But more importantly, are you all right? You seem a bit down for a girl who just painted the ceiling with ice cream?"
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Kid really was going to be upset, he was probably going to make a lot of funny faces and scream a lot, she could just see it.
She could also see how much fun her Onee-chan was having.
And as long as her Onee-chan was really happy...
"Yeeeeeep~!" she replied in a long sing-song tone of voice, quickly shooting both her now cleaned arms up high above her head, her voice raising a good three notches. "Onee-chan is so amazing, you'll have Kiddo cryin' for his daddy!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:27 pm
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 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The familiar purple flash illuminated the grounds of Shinigami-sama's mansion as Kid summoned his flight-capable skateboard, Beelzebub. He closed one eye in annoyance when that annoying, tingly feeling spread throughout his palm as the skateboard emerged from the alternate dimension that resided in his hand. As soon as the boy heard the board hit the concrete with a light 'thud,' he slammed one foot down onto the device and jumped on, immediately propelling himself down the cobblestone street.
Where would I find Liz.....where would I find Liz....
Kid repeated this question over and over to himself, going through the possible sites she could be residing at for the moment.
Hotel.....no....
Park.....no...
Bar.....
Yes.
Suddenly, he tilted the board to the right, causing it to skid against the hard ground as he changed directions, heading off towards one of the more popular bars in Death City.
But what if she wasn't there? There were quite a few bars in the city, all of which were spread out in a very inconvenient manner. It would take him a number of hours to search all of the bars.....they could easily out-run him in the time it would take for him to search one place and then move on to the next.
It was then, the idea occurred to him: Soul perception. Kid brought the skateboard to a sudden stop, almost sending himself flying forward from the momentum he had while moving. He immediately closed both eyes in concentration and attempted to lock on to Liz's wavelength, and became disturbed when he couldn't.
"The hell...? Is she even in Death City anymo--" He was cut short when he picked up on the familiar wavelength of his other partner, Patti. With a sudden movement of his feet, he turned the skateboard in the direction from which he had come .
"Damn it, she's on the other side of the city...." The young man muttered before activating the jets on his skateboard. He'd be able to travel much faster this way, and maybe, just maybe, he'd get there before Patti moved.
It still upset him that he couldn't lock on to the wavelength of Liz.....Had she left Death City? Did she leave Patti behind to fend for herself? He frowned in response to his last question. Liz wasn't the kind of girl that would leave her own sister behind like that. She would've dragged Patti with her if she had, indeed, left Death City.
Then why could he pick up on Patti's wavelength and not Liz's....?
The question continued to irk him, continued to annoy him until the wheels of the skateboard suddenly slammed against the concrete. He had arrived sooner than expected....man, those jets really were fast. Kid glanced down the street and caught sight of the bar sign, a sigh of relief escaping from him once he realized that Patti's soul was nearby.
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"If you fight with a Shinigami....
I can't guarantee the safety of your soul."
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