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Nov 06, 2008 15:37

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When it rains, it pours.

Goddamn, I need a shower later.

OOC || Strike was never there. ;)

Commentlog with Heihachi goes on this post. \o/ Feel free to comment, otherwise.

location: high school, the picture of perfect ruin, status: needs a new leg, no rest for the curious, gj citizens, items: letter, main topic: lol discedo lol, medium: text, bloodchoco level: decent

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[ commentlog ] 88hardships November 7 2008, 00:08:30 UTC

[Heihachi, after working tirelessly to finish a list of supplies (based on the metals he had found in Discedo), makes his way down to the inventory room. Was it this way? Or...]

[Heihachi is sure he's late by the time he arrives, and is surprised at his apprehension. But he takes a deep breath and steps inside anyways, looking much too casual for having died recently.]

Hah... It's finished!

[He smiles and waves the papers in the air, cheerfully hiding any qualms he had about facing a possibly angry Mello.]

[ commentlog ] leatherrr November 7 2008, 00:43:59 UTC

[Mello stands from where he's been idly playing with one of his guns, tossing it from hand to hand and running his fingers across the barrel; just idling with busy hands, that's all.

Of course, then he raises it to point at Heihachi's head, and casually pulls the trigger--and there goes a bullet hole in the hallway wall opposite. Not like it's a particularly pristine wall, anyway.]

Morning.

[ commentlog ] 88hardships November 7 2008, 01:07:43 UTC

[Heihachi's smile twitches at the sight of the gun, but doesn't disappear. Just knowing that it's about to be pointed at him. Feeling that killing intent and all (you were always better at this sort of thing, Gorobei ( ... )

[ commentlog ] leatherrr November 7 2008, 01:19:51 UTC

[Better. His mouth curls into mirthless smile as he leans against a stack of boxes beside the one he was perched on, gun dangling from his fingers and no longer an active threat.]

At least you've got good reflexes.

[He looks up and fixes the samurai with the full intensity of his stare--it's considerable, even if you don't factor in the scar or the fact that his eyes are too wide to look entirely sane.]

And now you've made me waste a bullet on a fuckwit who claims to be a samurai and yet didn't know how to pace himself or how to properly survive. But I guess that's none of my business. [He's still wearing the grin, aimed at nothing in particular, but his gaze doesn't waver.] Don't make me waste my time or my resources again, and we'll get along fine. Have I made myself clear?

[Next moment, he flashes into another mood altogether; calmer; the danger's passed. Largely.] Now, let's see that list.

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