Guess who's back?

[twistedofficial]

Characters: Durer, Vegas, and Guard A's mother. (Jaykay, Jaykay.)
Status: Open. Action or prose is fine, follow your heart.
Summary: Durer has been minding his own business for the most part around town, making sure he really was Dean Butler-less, and not just having an extended dream. He's finally decided it's safe enough to pick up some victims

Comments

[bielynozhshliub]

The jovial laughter painted a stark contrast against the sinful city, and it didn't elevate Belarus' mood as he stepped out of the elevator into the Mirage's lobby. The weather outside wasn't making it any more pleasant, with its continuous dark and cloudy weather, coupled with incessant drizzling.

There was nothing pleasant in his merry voice, nor did the smile reached his eyes. As the uniformed man walked through the doors and drew nearer to him, the nation turned to glower at him. "Stop laughing." It was starting to grate on his nerves.

The smile. On my face. at seeing this tag. I even went "MARRYMARRYMARRY" out loud.

[twistedofficial]

My, what a request. Durer's expression went from a smile to a smirk, looking up at the man as if he'd had his eye on him for years. Did he often ask people to stop having fun around him? What a gloomy fellow. Not that Durer was any less of a despicable bastard despite his good mood, but he looked as if he'd been offended all the same.

"You seem in a bad mood. Something troubling you?"

It wasn't s if Durer quite cared, really. But to each thier own method.

Hee~ Ohohohoho~ If Durer was Russia, then maybe. But since he's not. >D This will be interesting~

[bielynozhshliub]

The frown didn't leave his lips, in fact, it only deepened at the way the other looked at him. Like a predator who found his prey.

"You laugh too much." He replied bitingly, gritting through his teeth. Belarus wouldn't have bothered with this man at all, but Durer had definitely caused his bad mood.

This is the most fabulous creeper convention i have ever seen good lord

[twistedofficial]

Oh, if only the other knew. Durer rarely laughed so kindly, after all. Usually his laughter was only brought on by someone laying broken at his feet. perhaps this man could cause such laughter? There was obviously no use playing polite with him.

"You think so? Perhaps you don't laugh enough."

Words that held undertones of cruelty, because when Durer wasn't pretending to be kind it was incredibly obvious the sort of man he was. The best sort of man to exist in this city, surely.

Durer should think twice about pouncing on this guy then. XD

[bielynozhshliub]

"There is nothing to laugh about." Especially in a situation as this. There was hardly anything to tickle his fancy.

The number of times Belarus ever laugh was nil, as far as he knew. The closest he ever came to a laugh was by smiling. Even that was countable with his fingers, taking into consideration how long he had lived as a nation. The nation was one who wore a constant blank expression, mostly graced by a frown.

Haha, he needs better self-preservation i swear. Ever played Enzai?

[twistedofficial]

Oh? Durer had found there to be plenty to warrant a chuckle or two as of late. Perhaps this man was just having a bad day. How awful. His leps feel into a frow, surely exactly as the man desired. After all, he seemed quite insistant on nobody having a good day didn't he?

"So you would think. I always manage to find something. Perhaps you should too."

Ah, but the things Durer chose to laugh about weren't as delightful to most people. They just couldn't see the beauty of a broken body. the raw power was exquisite.

Haha~ XD Heard of it, but played Zettai Fukujuu Meirei instead.

[bielynozhshliub]

Not exactly a bad day, per se, this being his default expression most of the time. But he had yet to track down Russia, even having confirmed that his dear sibling was here. The other was avoiding him, that was for sure.

"For you." He replied flatly, and after a quiet moment. "Maybe over your dead body." And a tug pulled at the corner of his lips, the closest semblance of a smile.

Totally almost apped Ferdinand. Dost thou have AIM, by the way?

[twistedofficial]

My, was that a threat? And he'd gone so long avoiding death after that wretch Viral had killed him too. Still, another smirk worked it's way onto his lips, and he looked the other in the eye as if he hadn't a care in the world. He'd certainly love to see this man scream, as punishment for such cockiness.

"It's not very kind to threaten those you don't know."

Unless you know what you're doing, and have the skill to break them. It was something he did so very easily after all, but he always acted on his threats, and the threat of death was his favorite. He had never felt such pleasure as when he had finally taken the last breath from one of his little broken dolls.

I was half hoping for Louis~ Fav of mine. Daaaa~ As you've already found out. ^o~

[bielynozhshliub]

Durer was definitely one of the rare few who dared to look him in the eyes without flinching or cowering away in fear. He's nearly as terrifying as Russia, and most nations knew well enough to steer clear away from him.

The nation merely snorted in return. Belarus had broken enough nations, mostly out of displeasure for the few who lived under the Soviet house, terrorising and driving them from getting too close to Russia. With nothing else to say to the man, he moved to brush past him.

xD I hope my attempt to add you over meebo even worked. D:

[twistedofficial]

Durer was thinking about whether he'd follow the man. He was an intimidating figure, certainly. Though those were the most fun to break over time. Would it be worth it to stop the man from leaving?

Perhaps not. Well, not physically anyway.

"You seem in such a hurry."

To bait with words, perhaps it was the best sort of bait.

Hmm... I've already added you, but it's stated that you're offline? o_O

[bielynozhshliub]

[ooc: I can't even send you offline messages. =o=]

Belarus was not one to easily bite the bait. But these was perhaps one of those really rare times when he does. Though by the end of the day, he'll blame it on the foul weather, and on Durer.

He had walked not too many steps before glancing back, and answered matter-of-factly. "Of course! I need to return to my people."

The other man can stay in Vegas all he want.

KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL

[twistedofficial]

A chuckle. His people? How fond he must be of them. Of course, a love for one's nationality or friends never stopped anyone from landing in this city. perhaps Durer could use this information somehow?

"Your people? Ah, they must be missing you. You sound important. Perhps that's why you're here."

He vaguely recalled an Englishman he had met near this very building who had spoken in a similar matter. Perhaps this was some political conspiracy after all? Even if it wasn't, surely he could convince the other of it somehow.

Fffff-------- LOL That's one good reason. DX

[bielynozhshliub]

Belarus had a vague feeling that if he respond to the man, he'll be stepping onto some sort of invincible landmine. He narrowed his eyes at the way he spoke, sensing the taunting undertone of his voice.

"What do you mean?" He practically growled the words out, a demand rather than a question. And then he was stalking over to him, his figure suddenly seemed larger, more menacing, towering over and glowering down at him. "Are you Loki?"

Because that sounded like the best answer to all of this madness.

[twistedofficial]

Was he Loki? What an absurd question. If he were that wretched witch then he'd surely be keeping the whole of Vegas unwillingly in his bed rather than affording them the luxuries of an entire city! Still, Belarus received only a chuckle for his trouble.

"If I were, do you honestly believe I'd be out here with you all? I'm merely suggesting that perhaps there's a more personal reason why you were handpicked to walk these streets, and that someone wishes to keep you here until you're no more than a dog in heat."

[bielynozhshliub]

Who knows? Loki might as well have looked like Durer, with a twisted sense of humour, laughing at their antics. His brow twitched at his 'eloquent' words, fists relaxing and clenching in his pockets, frustrated that he hadn't yet been able to regain his knives.

But that didn't stop Belarus from whipping his right hand out, and in one quick movement, slammed him against the wall as he brought his face inches from the man's, fingers curling tightly around his neck. So delicately thin. So damn easy to snap it.

"Maybe for a dog like you." He spat those words out in distaste, then roughly shoved him aside, turning around to leave. Belarus had no intention to waste more time on him.

[twistedofficial]

Durer hissed as his back hit the wall, letting that be the only pained expression he gave the man. Instead, despite the hand around his neck, he merely looked at the other with an air of indifference. How dare he act in such a way! He should learn his place. Well, let him know that his efforts would go unrewarded. Durer grew tired of such games.

When the other let him go he caught himself on the wall, giving a few coughs as he righted himself. A dog? The very nerve. Oh, but it wasn't over yet. Durer knew how this city treated her residents. That man was due to see him again. He'd make sure.