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Who: Everyone raiding Luce warehouses! :D
When: 2AM Monday
Where: Outside Pandora.
What: Warehouse raid.
Warnings: XANXUS AND GRIMMJOW. MOUTH. LUSSURIA. GAY.
So he hadn't brought anything. No knives, swords, no weapons-- and why should he? His fists are fucking lethal weapons by themselves, and if Xanxus hadn't needed the location for the warehouse, he'd have already been in and out, with guaranteed mass destruction in his wake. As it was, his life started to suck from the moment he broke into the Vongola records room and this was no different. All trash did was fucking slow him down.
He'd spent the afternoon inside Project Pandora. Hey, no job-- and even without his flame, Xanxus could crack a few skulls. Either way, it was nearly 2AM and even if he'd normally be sleepy, it's not like the adrenaline rush from Pandora had worn off yet, and he'd slept in this morning. Still, waiting around was fucking boring as shit. Xanxus leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
And checked his watch, adjusted his collar, rolled his sleeves up, then down again, fiddled with the buttons on his jacket and finally decided on closely inspecting the concrete until he could hear someone coming. Or maybe hear someone coming over the screaming coming from inside Pandora.
Either way, fuck them all. He was fucking going in to destroy shit, as soon as he got his hands on a pair of guns and a supply of bullets.
When: 2AM Monday
Where: Outside Pandora.
What: Warehouse raid.
Warnings: XANXUS AND GRIMMJOW. MOUTH. LUSSURIA. GAY.
So he hadn't brought anything. No knives, swords, no weapons-- and why should he? His fists are fucking lethal weapons by themselves, and if Xanxus hadn't needed the location for the warehouse, he'd have already been in and out, with guaranteed mass destruction in his wake. As it was, his life started to suck from the moment he broke into the Vongola records room and this was no different. All trash did was fucking slow him down.
He'd spent the afternoon inside Project Pandora. Hey, no job-- and even without his flame, Xanxus could crack a few skulls. Either way, it was nearly 2AM and even if he'd normally be sleepy, it's not like the adrenaline rush from Pandora had worn off yet, and he'd slept in this morning. Still, waiting around was fucking boring as shit. Xanxus leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
And checked his watch, adjusted his collar, rolled his sleeves up, then down again, fiddled with the buttons on his jacket and finally decided on closely inspecting the concrete until he could hear someone coming. Or maybe hear someone coming over the screaming coming from inside Pandora.
Either way, fuck them all. He was fucking going in to destroy shit, as soon as he got his hands on a pair of guns and a supply of bullets.