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 Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 10:47 pm
Outside, beyond the cozy reach of humanity...
lay a strange bramble of ruins.
The sun set once again upon a mass of derelict ruins. These crumbling, weather worn and neglected buildings were seemingly in the middle of no where. Found in the back end of Europe, barely a soul alive knew that the place even existed. Not even local fauna would come sniffing by in hopes for scattered food crumbs. No birds chirped in the trees or alighted on trembling branches swaying in the gentle breezes.
Amongst the jutting remains of the once thriving, but now abandoned, city stood a tall temple, a type of cathedral that reached in massive height as it did length. The outer walls were whitewashed, pieces of his chipping off. However, adorning it's surfaces as windows, where mighty stained glass windows. They were gorgeous in both design and color. Despite the entire area being damaged in some way, shape or form, the stained glass windows had remained intact over the many years. The surface, with the iridescent and almost gossamer tinted color shards, always seemed to shimmer in any light.
Deep within this cathedral, beyond it's winding labyrinthine corridors and many twisting tunnels dwelt a man. Residing in his own personal kingdom, he was constantly perched upon the throne of his gluttonous greed. With his red eyes glassy with his possession obsession, this man was known by many as one of the number one threats to the world.
The warlock. The warrior. The one denizen of the elite eight. Noah was the one being who's name was uttered with just as much wavering fear as Asura's title was. The man had a weapon: his tome, the book of Eibon constantly strapped to his side. With his trusted minions (Gopher, Giriko, Justin Law and the Clown) under his control, he was ready to take possession of the world and, literally, collect it. However, the man was smart. Noah knew when to stay hidden, and hidden he had remained up until the crucial moments.
He resided in his headquarters. The building was perfect for his small group despite it's overwhelming size. His minions had gotten used to the layout. He no longer had to aid the newbies, Justin Law and Giriko, around the place just for them to find the blasted bathroom.
The rooms were spacious, but almost always barren. His minions were given a grand room with plenty of wide, open room. They were allowed to decorate them to their personal whims, but a few kept their rooms intensely bare. There wasn't a need to design their living space, for no one else would see it. Besides, their lives were filled with missions-- they barely rested at HQ.
The living quarters for Noah's minions resided in the bowels of the building, down below the earth's surface. They remained cool and chilly, the concrete walls and flooring seemingly turning to ice every night. On the second tier, the one leveled with the ground outside, there was the spacious meeting room. A long cherry-wood table garnished the space, complete with luxurious chairs for the seating area. Since Noah had to spend most of his time lecturing the others for different missions, he wanted the place to be a little bit cozier than the rest of the area.
Also along the second tier level were the equally spacious eating station and meditation room. Sparsely decorated, they were simply erected to give his minions the false idea that this was truly a home instead of their constant work place.
All the wide open rooms with their spareness almost gave off the image of a mental asylum of some sort. It was oppressive at times, rather than being opposite. It was a foreboding place where the constant waves of madness slowly leaked down the twisting hallways and spiraling stairways. It engulfed anyone it came across and, every so slowly, if anyone stayed in contact for too long they had a risk of falling down, drowning in a cesspool of paranoia.
The last level was the most horrific in the sense that it was the least liked by any of Noah's captured victims. At the top tier level, the one in the higher catacombs of the attic and rooftop area of the massive temple cathedral, there was a room. Often guarded by Noah's workers, inside is where his held up hostages would be stored away until they became useful to him. The stained glass windows overlooked the torture room, casting a cheery light upon any gaunt figure chained up, or worse.
And thus that was Noah's 'estate', his kingdom of cruelty and devious machinations. A foreboding structure with a looming, smothering atmosphere, it struck fear into even the most stalwart hearts.
The question was... would anyone dare to enter it in order to challenge and defeat the madman?
Posting order:
1. Noah
2. Gopher
3. Giriko
4. Justin
5. Clown
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 6:17 pm
Waffles•● ⒼⓄⓅⒽⒺⓇ ●• ❝I am the only one who can satisfy Noah-Sama!❞— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — As the sun was beginning to set on yet another bright day, it illuminated that end of the earth with shades of oranges, yellows, reds and pinks. Bizzare and lanky shadows cast over the stone streets and city thanks to the various ancient buildings that still stood tall even after having been beaten by the lashings of winds and storms, some more sturdy than others. A lone and rather tiny figure stepped through the city, his shadow his only companion but sticking close to his side.
As Gopher walked back toward the Cathedral, the place that he called home, he kept his head down, his arms folded across his chest. The grigori had spent his day lashing out on poor old structures, releiving himself of the pent up emotions that he tried so hard not to express in front of his master. Those two main feelings being anger and frustration. The boy was sure to stay close to the outer portion of town not wanting one of his 'co-workers', and especially his so called boss to see him acting like such. He couldn't even fathom what the great Noah-Sama might say if he found out about this display of emotions... After all he had told him that a tool as himself did not have the right to such feelings.
Anger, Frustration, jealousy.
He didn't quite understand why he felt these emotions so strongly. And when he did feel them it only upset him even more. He wanted to be perfect for the Collector. He had to be perfect for him.
Hope, Determination, then always Disappointment.
That was how it had always seemed to work, especially after that damned shinigami enetered the picture. All he did was seem to fail Noah-Sama more and more once he showed up. Even now after Kiddo had been taken back to Shibusen his failure continued... but at least he no longer had to look at the digusting child. However the fact that he was still a let down only made him feel the too to express more emotions. How could he possibly show his face to Noah-Sama when he was a part of the reason his plans were not moving forward.
'I'm nothing but a disgrace!'
If he was a disgrace then why did he continue on returning day after day? It would be simple enough to run off.
It was because he had to prove himself. He had to show Noah-Sama he was worth his while, and that he was deserving of the body he had created for him.
He had to be perfect.
If only in Noah's eyes.
At last he head reached the cathedral, and with a heave he pulled open the large doors of the entrance. The hinges groaned as they were pulled on, and once Gopher was inside he let them shut on their own. A thunderous boom was heard as they once again slammed into their frame and the locking mechanism clicked but didn't secure.
Silence.
This was one of the things he both loved and hated about this home. While it provided peace and he was unable to hear the others for the majority of the time, it was also awkward to know that they probably could be there, that they might be able to hear him and he just wouldn't know. Standing there a moment the grigori glanced around the dimly lit area before starting forward, his shoes tapping and echoing as he entered. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I'm not afraid of standing still. I'm just afraid of being bored.
I'm not afraid of speaking my mind.
I'M JUST AFRAID OF BEING IGNORED!
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 12:06 pm
It was the same, ninety-nine percent of the time.
Dull.
Boring.
Empty.
Lifeless.
Desolate.
Every time a new word came to mind, a finger tapped against the stone surface of some sort of device previously used for god-knows-what. He wasn't one to think too much about things, he usually just acted out whenever and wherever the hell he wanted-- but things had changed, especially after he had joined Noah's forces. The goddamned collector had done a good job of putting a "choker collar" around the weapon, restricting him in his actions. Freedom was something of the past; "slavery" was something of the present. As much as he hated it .. there was nothing he could do about it; at least, not -yet.-
The weapon lifted a bottle of what was no-doubt alcohol to his lips, taking a huge gulp before moving to wipe his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, not really caring about the fact that a stain could be left. It didn't matter, it never had before, why should it now? He stifled a belch as the creaking of the giant church doors could be heard, signaling someone's entrance. Not that he cared; he pretty much hated everyone that resided in this stupid hideout.
As soon as the booming "thud" of the doors closing resonated throughout the room, he narrowed brown eyes in the general direction of the entrance, curiosity now getting the best of him. Was it their boss? Was it the annoying-as-hell priest? Was it someone else ...? A small snort escaped him when he thought of the other possibility: the feminine "man" by the name of Gopher ( seriously, who names their creation [ The chainsaw had to remind himself about the fact that this man was, indeed, created by Noah. ] after a small burrowing rodent?). If that was the case, he had just found his source of entertainment for the day. With a grunt, the brown-haired man pushed himself off of his seat, stretching himself out to full height before making his way into the center of the clearing.
Giriko took a deep breath before daring to yell as loud as he could, his booming voice echoing throughout the area. "Oi, who th' hell just came in? Yer makin' a lot of noise!" He flashed his familiar grin displaying his shark-like teeth, snickering when he thought about what was to come if it was, indeed, Gopher who had entered. Even if it wasn't, he'd still have something to do-- just insult the idiot until they tried to beat him up, and then retaliate. Simple enough!
If he loved one thing about this hideout, it was bothering the others that lived here. Their reactions to his insults, the way they were oh-so-ready to fight ... it amused him, it always did! He held no care for the others, no compassion, nothing; no feelings, none at all. If that was the case, couldn't he find joy in making their lives as miserable as he possible could?
"Come out, ya dumb a**! I hear your shoes; ya aren't scared of me, now are ya?"
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 8:11 pm
♪ Jůşŧıŋ Łäω ♪  Spirit Loves Justin! <33
๑【I'm at war with the world 】
๑【and they try to pull me into the dark 】
๑【I struggle to find my faith】
๑【As I'm slipping from your arms 】Spustin
FTWGuillotine dreams, yeah their guillotine gleams... ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A shout. It was that vulgar, crass way of familiar speaking. That strange lisp and dropping of certain syllables. That yell. So loud.
That had to be none other than Giriko Sou.
Sighing, Justin turned another page of his novel, delicately resting his cheek against his palm. He lay, semi-sprawled, on a beat up, worn and musty couch. Propped up against the armrest, he had been lost in his prime choice of reading. Classic novels were, by far, his favorite. Anything he could grab a hold of in these times he used to pass his days on by. He had once tried to get Giriko to read, but his efforts were lost on him when the man literally cut up the book in a frenzied rage. That weapon was like some spoiled, rascally child... who drank.
Justin glanced around him. No one. Good. He really didn't like talking to the others unless it was needed. He mainly stayed to himself, unless provoked or summoned forth. He had holed himself up in the meditation/lounge room. He hadn't the whim to get up and see what the constantly drunk independent chainsaw was getting frustrated and mad over.
Flicking his odd, emotionless gaze down to his mantle, he noticed his earbuds had been dangled around his neck. Ah. So that's why he heard the man so clearly, even a floor above him. He lazily popped one back in, absentmindly listening to the all too familiar throb of his music's deep bass. His music comforted him. Sure, it was like some weird form of a security blanket, but it truly did calm down his soul wavelength. The light of his soul would pulsate and throb to the beat of his music playing. With each cressendo and quickening pace of the tempo, his power would twitch and twist accordingly.
Today was no different then any other day, and that in itself was extremely boring for the young Priest. It was another day, yet another chance he'd be sent on another mind numbing mission. He was beginning to dread his tasks. Everytime Noah sent him on one, the Clown followed behind him, ever curious in what he was doing. He both adored and hated that blasted contraption of pure madness. He enjoyed it's company, yes (it was better than Giriko!), but he also loathed it because the longer he was around the Clown, the more he felt like madness wasn't so bad of a thing.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, he watched the time hands click on over to another hour. Scowling, he closed his book with a snap. Well, he thought to himself. That's enough of that. Time to see if anyone else is walking around. Standing up, he straighted out his robes before shoving the book under his arm. The climatic ending would have to wait. Right now he was too interested in seeing what was up for the night.
Silently he moved across the room, entering the hallway. He strolled on over to the stairway, descending at his own rate.
He hoped they didn't get another boring meeting tonight. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ...The blood of their enemies, watching while they sentence me.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 8:43 pm
From the catacombs. From the depths. From the bowels of the cathedral, to the top of the spires. From the darkness, from the born bred chaos. From peace, and from insanity. A being dwelled within this mere place. This being was the contingent of insanity. It was a lump of madness, a wave of sin that loved to drench everything in it's wavelength. So vile. So pure. So raw. This being dwelled wherever it roamed. It didn't care where it was. All it wanted to do was observe the people residing in this stange building and slowly infect them. He wanted friends. He wanted minions. He wanted people to suffer what he wrought forth. Insanity, insanity, the blood against the skies.
Insanity, insanity, I see you with my eyes. Right now this beast was watching over a particular seen. Hidden inside the darkness of the shadowed out corners, he watched a brown haired man booze the night away. Teehee. He's drunk.
He's losing himself to his inner madness~
Giriko Sou amused the Clown more than Justin Law did at times. Justin was easily controlled when put in the right situation. The boy was extremely over confident, and he was steeped in the succulent sin of Pride. However, Giriko Sou was Wrath, and that, more over, was more fun to witness. Think he can play with us?
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 9:33 pm
"Aughhh..." With a yawn, and a stretch, the obsessive collector opened his eyes with hesitation. He must have dozed off. Looking around, he noticed the display of splashing colors all around him. Brilliant hues cascaded along the flooring, covering everything in it's soft, lambent light. Smirking, he glanced up at the stained glass window set high above him.
He had dozed off in the torture room. Yawning again, he glanced over at some chains against a wall. Dangling from it's archaic, rusted supports was a person, slumped over in a pathetic heap. No... body. Corpse. His red eyes narrowing, Noah got up and stretched. His prisoner had died, yet again. Staring at the young girl's lifeless husk, he saw the wide, hazel eyes glazed over, half lidded. Her face was gaunt, her cheekbones hallow. Her medium length brown hair hung in her face, covering much of everything else.
Noah didn't feel pity. He didn't even feel remorse that a young woman's life had been snuffed out. She wasn't a precious 'something' to collect. She had information he needed, and she witheld it. That, to him, made her scum. She wasn't worth sparing in the least bit.
Kneeling down, he grabbed her slightly rounded off face and peered down at the girl. Lifeless eyes. Dry skin. Her mouth parted in a frozen whimper of both pain and agony. Releasing her face, he let her head jerk to the side before he stood up again.
What a shame. Apparently the Clown had gotten to her, making her go insane with madness.
Flicking his fingers over the edge of his heavy bound tome, he made sure it was still belted at his sides. It was. Perfect. Turning on his heel, he promptly left the spacious room, heading down the stairs to ground level. Any moment now his lackies should be stirring.
They had grown to live a certain way. Like nocturnal animals, they learned to sleep the days away and thrive at night. Nighttime masked so much. In the night hours, humans were less likely to spot major details of a attacking person. That, or they wouldn't see the attacker at all until it was too late.
As he descended the flights, his face stony and his emotions steely, he knew he had to find the others. He had to constantly check up on them, as if they were mere children and he was their set babysitter.
Pausing for a moment, he chuckled. The corpse. Starting up again, he shrugged.
Let one of the others dispose of her.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 10:07 pm
Waffles•● ⒼⓄⓅⒽⒺⓇ ●•❝I am the only one who can satisfy Noah-Sama!❞— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Stepping further into the entrance a wave of disappointment washed over his being. That loud obnoxious voice. That drunken slur was hard to mistake for anyone elses. Giriko Sou. Gopher had really hoped that perhaps just tonight, one single night he could avoid that annoyance of a drunkard. Honestly now, why did Justin just have to invite him to join Noah-Sama.... This chainsaw wasn't even worth the dirt on the bottom of the tools shoes.
Letting out a long sigh the grigori closed his eyes as his teeth began to grind against each other. He had to watch his temper. he knew this... but this idiot just loved to see him act up. And he knew that as well. "I wasn't trying to be quiet!" Gopher had tried to sound normal but his voice came out in a sort of snapping tone.
He could now see Giriko clearly now, he stood not too far away from him. His golden eyes glaring daggers at the pathetic creature that actually thought he was worthy enough to serve The Noah-Sama. "Honestly Sou, Don't you have anything better to do aside from play watch dog... Or did Noah-Sama find that job best fit for you seeing as you are one?"
He was just about to continue speaking and insulting the much bigger man when he heard two pairs of footsteps coming from from seperate stair wells but both making their way toward the floor Gopher and Giriko resided on. It didn't sound like one of the two people that were walking was the clown, otherwise the steps would've sounded heavier and uneven... That meant more than likely that it was Law and more importantly the collector. What Gopher didn't know was that the Clown was already in the room he stood within.
The Grigori put on an emotionless façade to ensure that Noah wouldn't be disappointed in his lack to control his temper, and just his feelings in general. He then proceeded to completely ignore Sou and turn to face the stair well. The chainsaw wasn't worth his time anyway.
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— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I'm not afraid of standing still. I'm just afraid of being bored.
I'm not afraid of speaking my mind.
I'M JUST AFRAID OF BEING IGNORED!
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 5:30 pm
The moment he heard the familiar, whiny voice of Noah's little man-b***h, his smile widened, revealing even -more- of his sharp, razor-like teeth. Soon after, a small cackle escaped the chainsaw as he raised a hand to point at his raven-haired ally. "Ya sure about that? What're ya doin', slinkin' around here? Lookin' for your precious little 'Noah-sama'?" Immediately after his finished his first jab, he took yet another swig of alcohol, savoring the sharp, tangy taste that he loved so much ( almost as much as the "high" that came with the substance ).
As soon as he swallowed up the last drop of the beer, he simply dropped the bottle, finding pleasure in the noise the shattering of the glass made; destruction, of any sort, was his passion ... Something as simple as tearing a sheet of paper, or something as major as killing a human being. In the end, it meant that something was being broken down, beaten up, and eradicated. "In this s**t-hole, there ain't anything good to do, y'know!" He snarled at Gopher, stomping on the shards of glass under his feet, hardly even paying attention to the man throwing insults at him. "I ain't a dog, what makes ya think I'm one? You're th' one taggin' along behind Noah like a little puppy or somethin'. Don' go and be a hypocrite!"
As soon as he was sure what was formerly the alcohol bottle was completely obliterated, he finally lifted his head to examine the source of footsteps. Who else was approaching? Who else could he bother? Was it the priest? That ... weird-as-hell creation, the Clown ( he wasn't really sure he -wanted- to fight with this thing )?
Whoever it was, it meant more things to do.
He turned his head towards the staircase off to his side, frowning once he saw it was none other than the avaricious collector, Noah. Great. The man he hated even more than the priest and the girly little servant. Even more than the /Clown/ ( And he thought he couldn't hate anyone more than he did that thing.. ).
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:20 am
♪ Jůşŧıŋ Łäω ♪ Spirit Loves Justin! <33
๑【I'm at war with the world 】
๑【and they try to pull me into the dark 】
๑【I struggle to find my faith】
๑【As I'm slipping from your arms 】Spustin
FTWGuillotine dreams, yeah their guillotine gleams... ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Such foul, distasteful language, Sou. I told you that you had a filthy mouth, almost a year on back. I thought you would have taken the hint as to correct your vocabulary."
Justin came up behind Gopher and Giriko. He had come by the other staircase. Scanning them over, his strange blue eyes moved from Gopher and remained fixated on the heretic chainsaw. "If there is nothing to do," he began, raising his hand and resting his fingers against his cheek. "Then, that is your fault, and your fault alone. You could fill the void, passing the time, doing what I do--- reading books and educating yourself."
Taking another step forward, his shoe crunched on the fallen glass. Glittering on the floor, catching the dim light in that place, they looked like shards of fallen snow. Wrinkling his nose in disatisfaction, he groaned. "Giriko.. must you make a mess of this place every time you drink? Honestly, who do you think cleans up after your messes? Some personal maid we're all assigned with?" The Chainsaw disgusted him. There were moments that he wondered if the man even acted his age.
His ear twitching a little to the sound of falling footsteps, he turned to see Noah coming towards them. "Ahhh, good day, Noah-sama~! And how are you today?" He trilled his words, much like he would have with his old God, Shinigami. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ...The blood of their enemies, watching while they sentence me.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 9:50 am
Noah wasing coming. Noah. The being who helped him get back on his feet when that adacious, annoying, bratty girl had destroyed his very being. Noah remade him, anew, and for that the Clown shared a sort of master-servant bond, possibly more intense than Gopher. However, telling Gopher was not on his mind. He knew that little boy would throw a tantrum. Humans.He slunk around in the shadows, approaching Noah to meet up with him once he stepped off of the final staircase. Soft mumurs, gentle little cackles and begging whimpers escaped him. He didn't want to reveal himself yet, because he knew how the two-- Gopher and Giriko-- freaked out whenever he was around. Then again, he relished that. That meant, of course, that his potent brand of madness was so sensual that even Sou could feel it. It reminded the Clown that he was, indeed, the contingent of insanity. It began to croon the man's name over and over. Noah-sama, Noah-sama~
Noah-sama, Noah-sama~
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:15 am
"Good evening, good evening..." Stiffling back a bored yawn, as he stepped down on ground level, he gazed upon his little group. Gopher, the Grigori. Justin Law, the heretic priest. Giriko Sou, the heretic soul. Three damned people, linked by their uncommon goals.
Reaching out into the shadows beside him, he patted the Clown on the chest, feeling the beast shudder a little. It seemed he was one of the only ones to truly have power over it. Law didn't even come close to what bond he held with that being. Shrugging, he lazily walked over to them, his red eyes peering down at Gopher. That face. He knew the boy had shown emotions before his arrival, but he didn't want to push it. Besides, he didn't want another denial and then hear the boy's tantrums in his room later on. He'd just remind the tool later not to use emotions, that he wasn't worthy of them.
He glanced at Law, then at the glass on the ground. Sighing, he clicked his tongue. "You and Sou will clean this mess up later, since I'm assuming you two go into another useless fight over nothing. Also, one of you also has to dispose of the corpse up in the torture room. I'll let you decide who gets the job, Law, Sou." He paused, then rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling. That body was pretty scary looking. "The Clown got to her before I did. It's a ghastly sight, so keep that in mind." Behind him, he heard the Clown give a loud, audible chuckle as it's eyes glowed in the darkness. He knew that beast was pleased with what it did to her mind in her final death throes.
He turned back to Gopher. ...Gopher. The body that he altered and help create. The boy that inhabited it. He raised an eyebrow. "Gopher... how did the lastest mission go? I'll be assigning out missions to everyone soon, so I want to hear from yours."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 7:11 pm
Waffles•● ⒼⓄⓅⒽⒺⓇ ●•❝I am the only one who can satisfy Noah-Sama!❞— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Gopher quickly turned on his heal to face Justin who approached from behind. His eyes eased a bit however remained narrowed if only in the slightest. He really didn't care of Law... though he didn't particularly hate him either. At least he was more tolerable than Sou, and less terrifying than the clown. Of course when the young heretic priest merged to become one with the carnival like monster, that was a different matter.
Hearing a voice from behind his breath hitched in his throat momentarily, his heart fluttering a tad with nervousness.
It was Noah-Sama.
Blinking Gopher turned back to face him and quickly bowed. Seeing as Law had distracted the lumber jack he could put his full focus on the collector. Just as he thought he could mask his expression he noted the clown and it's madness lurking just behind the concealment of the shadows. His body trembled a little, his lip pulling up a tad into a gradual upside down v-shape. The grigori hated that thing!
Trying to block the thought of the creepy creature out of his mind he put his attention back to Noah-Sama. Disappointment and shame engulfing his soul.
"Noah-Sama.. My mission didn't go according to plan. I'm afraid I failed again, Sir..." Surprisingly the boy was able to keep his voice call. However seeing as he was bowed, his jet black hair hid the very distraught expression on the young man's face. The v-shape growing in size by every passing second until it got to the point of appearing unnatural for someone to possibly do.
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— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I'm not afraid of standing still. I'm just afraid of being bored.
I'm not afraid of speaking my mind.
I'M JUST AFRAID OF BEING IGNORED!
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:46 am
Of course, of course! Right when he was going to agitate Gopher to the point of a scuffle between the two of them, that damned /priest/ had to show up. The chainsaw absolutely abhorred how he could come along and annoy him with his mere /presence/. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to tear him into multiple pieces, he was quite sure that the two of them were evenly matched, as proven by their numerous fights they had before they were allies. When Justin was still "part" of Shibusen. He had to admit ( to himself, never would he say it to the traitorous Death Scythe's face ) he was somewhat glad that they were on the same team, the same side, this time.
"You think I give a damn about correctin' m' vocabulary?" He snarled in response, turning to face the blonde-haired man. Just the way he /spoke/ made his blood boil ...! "Readin' is lame. I don' want to do any'a' that s**t." He straightened his posture and shoved both hands into the pockets on the front of his jacket, brows furrowed in frustration. Who was he to be criticizing the chainsaw's messy ways? Couldn't he just shut up already?
"I'll do whatever th' hell I want. If y' don' like it, you can kiss m' a**!" As soon as he got the last word out, he heard the all-too-familiar voice of his "boss" ring out across the clearing, causing him to twitch. Immediately, he ignored the fact that Justin was anywhere near him, turning his attention to Noah. "It wasn' a fight this time, even though I really wanna rip this b*****d's guts out .." He grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the collector before him. The weapon shivered once he heard the Clown's distinct voice, followed by its chuckle, and suddenly had the urge to move to the other side of the room.
Thankfully, Noah's orders distracted him from the ... creature of insanity, and he immediately raised a finger to point at the priest near him. "I vote that he takes care'a' th' body while I get th' glass." If the Clown had gotten a hold of the girl ... then he didn't want anything to do with the carcass.
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