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[rawrsoangry]

Who: XANXUS and YOU!
What: Mr Grumpypants (or Mr Meanieface, whichever you prefer) is bored and brooding (unusual, right?) around the town.
Where: Everywhere; he's a-wanderin'.
When: Shortly after midday, January 27th
Warnings/Notes: Xanxus' filthy mouth, foul temper, and potential violence, I suppose? On a related note, if Xanxus is likely to

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[demonsinmyhair]

Bayonetta still hadn't gotten used to life in Memento Eden completely, but finding the drugstore's candy section had helped a bit. They were plain and perhaps a bit too big for her preferences, but they were strawberry-flavored lollipops and that was the important thing.

As she wandered down the street, casually savoring the treat and pondering a new twist or two for her show in the evening, she noticed Xanxus-- clearly preoccupied with something that seemed to have him in a worse mood than usual-- and with a mischevious grin decided to strike up a conversation.

"Well, if it isn't the bouncer," she declared coyly, a sultry glint in her eye as she sauntered up to him. "Glad to see you're in as high spirits as usual today."

laskdmas goddamnit LJ, don't be a jerkkkk

[rawrsoangry]

He turned with a grunt of recognition. "Stripper," was about the nicest greeting she was ever going to get out of Xanxus...actually, no, that wasn't really true. The woman - Bayonetta, or something - was relatively tolerable. She'd be moreso if she didn't make those smarmy faces, but whatever. Xanxus had a feeling she was at least as cynical and cunning as he himself was. He respected that.

"They let you off your pole for lunch or some shit?" Xanxus didn't bother stopping. If she wanted to talk to him, she could damn well keep up. He felt far too cooped up; walking was about the best he could manage to release his pent-up and ever-increasing frustration, short of starting a fight. And everybody here was such a fucking pacifist. It made him sick. "Looks like you're practising something other that poledancing, there," he observed. "Thinkin' of branching out? I'm sure the loud freak with the red coat and weird glasses will be over the fuckin' moon."

[onwingsofhope]

Takeru and Patamon were similarly wandering. The vast majority of the morning had consisted of spying on assorted inhabitants of the island using a home-made telescope. The revelations of the operation consisted of: Mr. Kyouya didn't smile at anyone except Mr. Ginko, Mr. Yuusei said maybe about four words every two hours, and Mr. Ike was really super patient and could patrol the same place for like, hours and hours without ever getting bored. Patamon suggested that maybe Mr. Ike was a Roboman, too, but Takeru rather thought it was more likely that Mr. Ike was just really good at his job. Kinda boring, though

[rawrsoangry]

What. The. Fuck.

Xanxus stared at the cheerful face before him in a mixture of sullen disgust and outright bemusement. First of all, he was never going to get used to the goddamn flying pig. Secondly, why was the kid grinning at him? Thirdly, what the fuck?!

"Eaten by sharks...you been talking to Squalo or some shit?" he asked suspiciously. The bratty trashling with the underage drinking habit had called his apparent subordinate the 'Shark', for whatever reason. Was this little shithead trying to tell him something? On second thoughts, he was way too fucking clueless. Witness the way he was standing in clear range of Xanxus' fist.

He was getting to old for this shit (theoretically or metaphorically, at least). Xanxus rubbed his temples with one hand in a probably futile attempt to ward off the headache talking with this junior retard was sure to give him.

"And my name is not 'Mr Grumpypants', you little shit! It's Xanxus. XANXUS."

[ooc: HAHA I think I love you. I just thought you should know. XD]

[onwingsofhope]

"Huh? I don't know who that is, so the answer's probably no. Also, your name has two too many X's, so it's gonna have to be Grumpypants, sorry. You can ask for another nickname, though!" Takeru did not seem to realize that he was in imminent danger of getting horribly murdered. "Oh! And I also looked up those things you say in the dictionary, and it said that it would be a lot better if you said, umm . . . " Takeru fiddled around in his pocket for a few moments and squinted carefully at the childish scrawl on the page. "Cop. You. Late. Cop-u-late. And . . . Deaf-a-kate. See, now you can use those words instead! They'll make you sound smart. Patamon helped me look it up, so you should thank him, too

[rawrsoangry]

Was it really actually possible that this brat didn't know how easy it would be for Xanxus to snap his neck? It seemed unlikely, but...

He smacked Takeru sharply upside the head, hoping that would serve as enough warning for him. Xanxus didn't have enough patience for this kind of shit. "Call me some stupid fucking nickname and I'll start removing your fingers," he grumped. "What's so hard about 'Xanxus'?" Maybe the kid was just retarded, for real. Somehow he would be unsurprised.

"You're missing the point of swearing, too," he added grudgingly. "I know perfectly fucking well what they mean in technical terms."

[FOR REALS. Every time I see anything from Takeru in my inbox, I can't stop giggling. It's ridiculous. And BAWWW I don't want to hurt him, but, ffff, Xanxus kinda really does. Luckily he's being. Uh. 'Civil', relatively speaking? Or something? ;_; SORRY TAKERUUUU]

[totallynotaspaz]

Danny wasn't much of a stroller, but lack of technology on the island left him with little else to do. So he was walking around the town, once again, not really paying attention to where he was going.

Until he found standing in front of a guy with a scar on his face. Except he wasn't really paying attention so much to that as he was to his pants. They looked suspiciously familiar, like the pair that had gone missing a few days ago...

"Aren't those my pants?" he asked. He wasn't aiming his question at anyone, and was more speaking aloud, trying to figure out why this guy had his pants all of a sudden.

ALL YOUR HABERDASHERY ARE BELONG TO XANXUS

[rawrsoangry]

They probably were - or at least, they had been, at some point - but as far as Xanxus was concerned possession was the whole of the law. He snorted in mild irritation. "Not any more."

The fact that they were far too short for him meant that he had to wear them indecently low, but that didn't bother Xanxus. He had a shirt on, anyway. No big fucking deal. Thankfully his boots covered the fact that they didn't quite reach his ankles, either, otherwise not even his perma-glare and scary-looking scarification could save him from looking like a total goober.

I take your haberdashery and raise you a smorgasbord!

[totallynotaspaz]

Okay...let's not get the big angry man angry. Well, angrier. The last thing Danny needed was to get the living snot pounded out of him. He was, after all, only human. He didn't think that his ghost half would help him any if he got beat up right now.

But still, he couldn't help but wonder... "Why'd you take them?"

Bitch, fetch me a goddamned shrubbery.

[rawrsoangry]

Who the fuck did this brat think he was, the Spanish Inqui-fucking-sition? Xanxus sneered at him, shrugging his coat back over his shoulders a bit better. It was fucking cold in this shitty town.

"Obviously I needed pants, idiot." Wasn't that obvious? All of the kids around were retarded. Maybe it was something in the water. Xanxus was glad he drank whiskey instead.

God, your post brought out his snarky, manipulative, cynical side. Congrats.

[adultlike_child]

"If you're unhappy with the situation, scowling won't make it any better."

If the man turned around, he would see a nine year-old boy with a weird-shaped head perched on the back of a park bench gazing with bland interest at him. Despite the chill air, Arnold was sweaty from practicing the karate he just recently remembered. It was also a good way for him to spend some time to think over the vague images he'd seen of himself with others whose positions in life he remembered but faces he couldn't see and voices he couldn't hear.

His green eyes studied the newcomer before he closed them as he swiped the back of his hand across his forehead to rid it of some of the sweat.

Xanxus is like GODDAMNIT WHAT IS WITH THESE KIDS DX

[rawrsoangry]

Another brat. Of course it was another brat. If Xanxus had been the type to hold himself responsible for his actions, he'd have wondered how many sins he'd committed to deserve all of this, but since he wasn't he just blamed it on the fucking brats instead.

His teeth ground together; if his short temper hadn't been riled up already today, it certainly was now. He couldn't even walk around in this damn place without everybody making it their business and bitching at him, like he gave a flying fuck about their opinion. It frustrated the living shit out of him; all the more so since the long-haired trash had told him he was Mafia boss and therefore supposedly had held some form of respect. Or fear. Fear was even better. One day he'd hold that here, too, and Xanxus fully intended that that day wouldn't be far off.

"Well, fuck. That right?" he sneered. "If only I'd known that earlier."

[adultlike_child]

Arnold ignored the statement, calmly stuffing his hands in his pockets and gazing up at the man with that same bland stare. He idly noted that being afraid would probably be a good thing at the moment but his mind was too full of questions about himself to give much thought to the possibility.

"Though it makes me wonder. If you're so displeased with the situation..." He opened his eyes into narrow slits, gauging the other's reaction. "...why're you just griping about it?"

[rawrsoangry]

"'Just griping'?" Xanxus repeated, then spat to one side. "What makes you think I'm 'just griping,' you little shit?" None of these idiots looked beyond the surface of things. He might have cut Arnold a bit of slack in this regard if he hadn't already started bitching him out. Fucking prepubescent know-it-all.