imperial_saga

[bewareofdog]

Didn't take long for you to get yer act together.

But this alternate universe... Kiryu-chan isn't be there, eh?

And now I won't even know 'im?

This is sounding less and less fun...

I suppose this what that tranny-elf was talkin' about, hm?

Comments

/eyebrow twitch

[marchwarden]

...

[ You know, it's times like this where diplomacy fails. Look out, Majima, there's a certain elf aiming an arrow at your ugly little head. ]

*3*

[bewareofdog]

What is that they say, Haldir? Speak of the Devil and he'll appear?

:P

[marchwarden]

You will regret every word spoken once your soul returns to Mandos' halls!

>P

[bewareofdog]

Oy, I can't regret every word.

It's impossible for me.

>:E

[marchwarden]

Then I shall have your worthless head on a silver platter!

[ He fires his arrow without warning. ]

\o\~~~

[bewareofdog]

[ THESE FUCKIN' QUICKTIME EVENTS!

Dramatic dodge, which is to say lurching backward so far that his legs are now up in the air and he's on his back. ]

Don't like yer locks mocked, eh?

~~~/o/

[marchwarden]

[ PRESS X, BITCH!!!!

Haldir lowers his bow briefly and lets out a sound of disappointment once his arrow misses its intended mark. ]

Should I answer you with words, fool? Or shall I answer you through other means?

[ Hang on, Majima. You may have dodged one arrow but can you dodge three? Haldir fires three arrows at the horrid little bastard in hopes of ridding the world of this dishonorable cur. ]

BC!

[bewareofdog]

[ He reaches back to take out his tanto, unsheathing it quickly. Who knew that he'd be using it here. Once up, he cuts through two of the arrows, but one of them finds its mark in his shoulder. ]

Oy, come on... come fight with your fists. Or ya scared to break a nail?

/devours you!

[marchwarden]

...Impressive.

[ He mutters unwillingly as he lowers his bow again. Haldir hadn't expected for Majima to use his sword to deflect his arrows. However, he can't help but smirk almost cruelly once his last arrow nails the bastard. ]

If I fought you with just bare fists alone, you would be dead much sooner.

/that's dirty

[bewareofdog]

The strength of the elves, eh?

[ He slides the blade away, before reaching up to snap the arrow at the middle. That helps with the pressure, at least, then pulls the rest of it out carefully. ]

/sure is, bb

[marchwarden]

Don't mock my strength before you witness it.

[ He's tempted to shoot another series of arrows at the scoundrel but instead he unsheathes his blade. ]

Have at thee!

/knew haldir was all about devouring

[bewareofdog]

So, even you can let loose, eh?

[ He holds his hand up once before grabbing onto the corner of his jacket before tugging it off to toss off to the side. ]

I'd ask you to do the same, but I doubt you have yer pride on yer skin like me.

[ At this, he lightly pats the portion of tattoo on his chest. ]

/in your dreams!

[marchwarden]

[ A look of surprise came to his gaze once he saw the inking on Majima's skin, but soon it was replaced with a frigid glare. ]

Only a mortal would try to claim immorality through the work of ink. The pride you speak of is nothing more than an illusion.

/that sounds about right

[bewareofdog]

Hold that thought, pointy.

It seems like we're changing settin's.

/ HA!

[marchwarden]

[ A disappointed groan. ]

Must we? I much rather not deal with the likes of you at all.

XD

[bewareofdog]

It's not my idea now is it?

Besides, you could be a little more lovey-dovey. [ Walking about to find where he tossed his jacket. ]