This place pissed him off... [completed]
Character(s): Kiriwar, the Lone Power
Content: Kiriwar is making his way from Vanaheim, F3, to Muspselheim, O3. He's designating a perimeter for himself and familiarizing himself with the entire area. Then some rest and making his way from Muspelheim to Joutenheim (likely to not occur in this thread).
Setting: The areas between F3 and O3, approximately. So in a general straight line from Vanaheim to Muspelheim.
Time: Week2, late evening early morning.
Warnings: Kiriwar. Yes, he is his own warning. (AKA cussing, violence, blood, general twistedness. I promise he won't maim anyone~)
Mitsuko-san, meet face. Kiriwar's entrance into Paixao was not that... nice. Although, he quite enjoyed it himself. He'd knocked at least ten different people around, maybe even killed one of them, and seemed quite satisfied with himself. Once people got the picture that the man was in no mood to be waiting in a fucking line, they moved and let him pass. Though a couple of them were defiant, so he knocked them out with his beloved pipe as well. Thus tallying the ten that he'd struck so far. One of them was on the ground, clutching his nose and moaning about it. Kiri's skin prickled happily at the noise, as he hummed--Ain't No Mountain Hiiiigh Enough--as he strolled to the front of the line, bloody pipe holstered on his shoulder. Mitsuko-san seemed quite lovely that day, he thought. New blood always did make Mitsuko-san look much nicer. He'd have to clean the pipe later, though. Too much blood could rust his beloved weapon~
Lifting up one of his booted feet, the punisher shoved the moaning man over, amused as he cried out sharply when his face landed in the dirt. However, his attention went to the young lady that was sitting at the gate's entrance. "Name?" she questioned, peeking up for the first time since she heard the brief struggling. It was an everyday thing. However, her eyes rounded when she saw the bloody pipe rested on a shoulder, a wolfish grin spread across his face. "Ah-ah..." she flinched quickly when he brought the pipe around to meet her, however, stopped probably only an inch away from her. "Girly," he started, warping his smirk a little bigger. "This place ain't anywhere near Igura..." he stated calmly, eyes narrowing on her and grin spreading even more to resemble something that would likely be on Gunzi's face.
"I-it's... Paixao, sir... n-name?" she inquired again, blue eyes locked hard on the bloody pipe with the jangling dog tags. "Paixao?" he stared at her, eyes still narrowed, and grin only a little confused before he stretched it in a predatory manner. Pressing his other hand down on the podium she was behind, he leaned close to her and tilted his head awkwardly up at her. She leaned back as far as she could in the booth, inhaling sharply and staring like a cornered rabbit would at a wolf. His canines stuck out the most, and aside from his Mitsuko-san, her eyes were either darting around or on those shiny teeth.
"S-sir..." she started, flinching when he tilted his head closer to her, breathing in as though testing out her scent like a predator. "N-name?" she reached down and took hold of something, and Kiriwar wasn't even the slightest bit worried about what it was. Though, he was a bit surprised when the girl offered him an orange computer looking thing, his head tilting like a confused animal. This gave the person that'd been next in line enough time to use a foot and shove him into Paixao's dome since he'd been taking the journal confusedly.
Thus, he landed nearly on his face, if it weren't for instinctive balance. "Fuckers," snarling at them, he turned his head and showed his teeth, prepared to smack Mitsuko-san around before he got something thrown at him. He wasn't sure what it was, and honestly didn't care. He'd noticed something out of the corner of an insane eye, and was more interested in it than the asshole who knocked him in. A brief glance, however, was sent to him, to memorize his face, before he gathered himself up and shoved the journal into a large pocket on the inside of his coat. Very well, he would figure out this land of 'Paixao.' If he was going to be stuck here, he was going to find out where the fuck he was...
And how big the goddamn place was; just from outisde he could tell it was huge. With that in mind, he began to walk straight from where he'd entered, intent on moving right on through.
Content: Kiriwar is making his way from Vanaheim, F3, to Muspselheim, O3. He's designating a perimeter for himself and familiarizing himself with the entire area. Then some rest and making his way from Muspelheim to Joutenheim (likely to not occur in this thread).
Setting: The areas between F3 and O3, approximately. So in a general straight line from Vanaheim to Muspelheim.
Time: Week2, late evening early morning.
Warnings: Kiriwar. Yes, he is his own warning. (AKA cussing, violence, blood, general twistedness. I promise he won't maim anyone~)
Mitsuko-san, meet face. Kiriwar's entrance into Paixao was not that... nice. Although, he quite enjoyed it himself. He'd knocked at least ten different people around, maybe even killed one of them, and seemed quite satisfied with himself. Once people got the picture that the man was in no mood to be waiting in a fucking line, they moved and let him pass. Though a couple of them were defiant, so he knocked them out with his beloved pipe as well. Thus tallying the ten that he'd struck so far. One of them was on the ground, clutching his nose and moaning about it. Kiri's skin prickled happily at the noise, as he hummed--Ain't No Mountain Hiiiigh Enough--as he strolled to the front of the line, bloody pipe holstered on his shoulder. Mitsuko-san seemed quite lovely that day, he thought. New blood always did make Mitsuko-san look much nicer. He'd have to clean the pipe later, though. Too much blood could rust his beloved weapon~
Lifting up one of his booted feet, the punisher shoved the moaning man over, amused as he cried out sharply when his face landed in the dirt. However, his attention went to the young lady that was sitting at the gate's entrance. "Name?" she questioned, peeking up for the first time since she heard the brief struggling. It was an everyday thing. However, her eyes rounded when she saw the bloody pipe rested on a shoulder, a wolfish grin spread across his face. "Ah-ah..." she flinched quickly when he brought the pipe around to meet her, however, stopped probably only an inch away from her. "Girly," he started, warping his smirk a little bigger. "This place ain't anywhere near Igura..." he stated calmly, eyes narrowing on her and grin spreading even more to resemble something that would likely be on Gunzi's face.
"I-it's... Paixao, sir... n-name?" she inquired again, blue eyes locked hard on the bloody pipe with the jangling dog tags. "Paixao?" he stared at her, eyes still narrowed, and grin only a little confused before he stretched it in a predatory manner. Pressing his other hand down on the podium she was behind, he leaned close to her and tilted his head awkwardly up at her. She leaned back as far as she could in the booth, inhaling sharply and staring like a cornered rabbit would at a wolf. His canines stuck out the most, and aside from his Mitsuko-san, her eyes were either darting around or on those shiny teeth.
"S-sir..." she started, flinching when he tilted his head closer to her, breathing in as though testing out her scent like a predator. "N-name?" she reached down and took hold of something, and Kiriwar wasn't even the slightest bit worried about what it was. Though, he was a bit surprised when the girl offered him an orange computer looking thing, his head tilting like a confused animal. This gave the person that'd been next in line enough time to use a foot and shove him into Paixao's dome since he'd been taking the journal confusedly.
Thus, he landed nearly on his face, if it weren't for instinctive balance. "Fuckers," snarling at them, he turned his head and showed his teeth, prepared to smack Mitsuko-san around before he got something thrown at him. He wasn't sure what it was, and honestly didn't care. He'd noticed something out of the corner of an insane eye, and was more interested in it than the asshole who knocked him in. A brief glance, however, was sent to him, to memorize his face, before he gathered himself up and shoved the journal into a large pocket on the inside of his coat. Very well, he would figure out this land of 'Paixao.' If he was going to be stuck here, he was going to find out where the fuck he was...
And how big the goddamn place was; just from outisde he could tell it was huge. With that in mind, he began to walk straight from where he'd entered, intent on moving right on through.