just_muse_me 15.1.2 {RP with bulletcarnage}

Apr 04, 2012 19:07

"If you're going through hell, keep going." - Winston ChurchillKanda awoke to stillness, the near-silent whisper of falling snow. It coated his bare shoulders and his hair, which fell loose and limp and already wet over his cheeks and back ( Read more... )

verse: lovecraft, log, comm: just muse me

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kandescence April 27 2009, 21:52:16 UTC
Twenty seconds was a long damn time. Long enough for Kanda to go from zero to steaming mad even under the best of circumstances.

These were not the best of circumstances.

Whoever the hell this guy was, he was all but asking for a fight, or at least he was to Kanda's mind, and his patience was starting to wear quite thin. His tone had become terse and demanding now, and though he hadn't put a warning hand on Mugen's hilt he was beginning to think it wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Stop wasting my time. Do you know where we are or not?"

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bulletcarnage April 30 2009, 21:57:33 UTC
There may have been no move to place hands upon weapons, but there was enough in Kanda's body language and the shift in tone to make Heine fix Kanda with a firm stare and hold it.

"No," He returned, his own voice a little sharper this time. "But you clearly had enough time to pace back and forth around an empty city like you were, so don't act like I'm the one wasting your time here."

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kandescence May 1 2009, 01:05:21 UTC
At least, Kanda figured, he had an answer of sorts now, though as an answer it only inaugurated a whole other line of questioning which he didn't think for a moment would get solved by the pale young man seated in font of him.

On the other hand, Kanda also had the matter of this now-open challenge on his hands and the fact that, if this guy really had come here in some way similar to how Kanda had himself, then he would probably need to get to the bottom of that too if he was going to figure out how the hell to get himself out of there. In other words, he was going to have to go on dealing with this irritating white-haired weirdo whether he wanted to or not. But if that was the case, Kanda thought, he damn well was going to do it on his own terms.

He stared right back, his dark eyes as intense and unfaltering as the other's strange red ones. His jaw clenched, he ground out between grit teeth, "And you're what, sitting there holding up the wall of the ruins and waiting for answers to fall into your lap?"

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bulletcarnage May 1 2009, 13:58:13 UTC
"Not really," Heine said with an uncomfortable looking shrug. He said nothing else for a time then until he broke the silence once more with a huff of frustration against the heat. He would have been happy falling over onto his back and just panting away until the area cooled, but he didn't trust the other boy to take his eyes off him.

"It's just hot," He spoke again rather suddenly, maybe surprising himself a little in offering the statement itself, and even more so that he continued "I didn't see the point in draining energy wandering around a dead city in this heat. I was just waiting for dusk before moving around and finding out myself what the hell was going on in this place. Then I saw you. Haven't seen anyone else here except us."

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kandescence May 1 2009, 14:58:38 UTC
After the nonchalance of the initial response and the subsequent silence, Kanda had been about ready to roll his eyes and stalk off to continue his search on his own. He could feel the sun cooking the skin on his shoulders and heating his dark hair till it felt molten against his neck which prickled with sweat despite the dryness of the air. It irritated him and if he had to suffer this heat then he didn't want to waste time simply standing there doing nothing.

When the other spoke again though, Kanda found himself interested. Wait till dusk.... Most people, finding themselves in a mysterious unknown place, would not wait for nightfall before trying to get some answers. Most people's first concern would be making sure they'd found some sort of explanation, or at least shelter, before nightfall. A man who didn't was either a lazy fool with absurdly backwards priorities, or else was someone who knew that they had nothing to fear in the night, no matter how unknown the surroundings were. Someone who was capable and secure enough to ( ... )

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