dear_mun | On looking at exitvoid...

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On looking at exitvoid...

So...let me get this straight. You finally decided to stop being such a chickenshit and actually consider a horror game? Really?

Well fuckin' A, you bet your ass I'm interested! Honestly, it's about fucking time you grew a pair. This place sounds right up my alley. I mean, killing things is my job after all. ...though I'm not looking forward to the massive chance that I will get my shit fucked up, but it's whatever. Shit happens. Better than sitting around here bored with my thumb up my ass.

Any~way, chop chop, dickweed. Start working on that application before my bat starts working on your skull. I'm not about to let you puss out on me this time. And no, I don't give a shit if you're just "considering" this place or not.

I'm bored; fix it.

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...yeah, I'll give you that. Ha, you should have seen him when I had to fight him. Annoying douchebags.

Yeah, as - unrefined as your methods of fighting are, you were number two for a reason.

[She shrugs, closing her eyes to hide her annoyance at it.] Nope, but I've got better things to do than learn weird words all day.

Pfft, I'll have you know there's something to be said for "unrefined" or "primitive" fighting. Jeane and I used the simplest weapons in the series and we can still fuck you up nine ways to Sunday. But enough of that shit. If you don't even know what 'yandere' means, then I guess Travis hasn't ruined you.

Which is good. Always a plus.

I never said you weren't able to fuck things up, just that there isn't any elegance to your form. [Because if she fought like Bad Girl did? Her father would practically roll in his grave... even if Travis supposedly learned from his tapes too and he was a whole different story.] But hey, if it works for you, then I'm not really one to criticize on that.

[At the last comments, she stares at Bad Girl in an expression that basically amounted to "Girl, please".]

It was a stupid phase in my life, okay. And even if there are certain things that are admirable about him, it's not like I'm gonna start watching all the same gross pornos he does.

Never said you did. All I'm saying is there's somethin' to be said about the way I fight. 'Sides, I don't see the point of elegance in fighting anyway. So long as you kill the bastard, who gives a fuck?

[That look gets a scoff out of her...and then she cracks a sly grin.]

A phase, huh? Is that what they call it nowadays? Cuz' last time I checked, the word "crush" worked better.

I guess. Doesn't matter how you kill them, just as long as you're not the bloodstain they're cleaning off the carpet later.

[And a long exhale through the nose for Shinobu. Keep your calm, Shinobu, keep your calm. At least she was better at that kind of thing than she was three years ago.]

I was just-- confused. [Which really, was partially true. Even if there was a genuine infatuation present, a lot of it was probably influenced by the great deal of reverence she had for him.] It doesn't matter anyway.

[Because he liked that one insufferable woman better than her.]

Pretty much. Anything else is just bullshit.

[She notes the reaction, but shrugs.] Guess not. Don't know what you saw in him, but fuck if I care. Least his bad taste in anime hasn't fucked you over.

[Well, she had Bizarre Jelly charms on her old katana, so she possibly had horrible taste in anime before even meeting him. Tooootally not saying anything about that, though.]

It's gonna take way more than cutesy animes to fuck me over. [A beat.] But then being stuck on a boat is kinda fucking over my plans.

[Bizarre Jelly is awesome, though. At least...if you live in Santa Destroy chances are you think it's awesome. Probably.]

Least it's not boring, right?

...right?

[Compared to Santa Destroy, it's extremely boring. Granted, she wasn't around for some of the more unusual times.]

Well, I'm sure you'd find a way to liven the place up, to say the least. [Said ever-so-exasperatedly.]

But you probably would've liked that one fucked up Atlantis city that I woke up in. A bunch of fucked up looking guys running around; just your type of guy.

Wow, rude! And not even accurate. Unless a guy is tied up, wearing leather, or dead, chances are he's not my kinda guy. There are exceptions, of course.

And don't fucking call me out on my taste in men, bitch. I'm not the one who wanted to take a ride on Touchdown's disco stick.

[Even though she'd probably tap that under the right circumstances.]

Well excuse me for not knowing what they looked like, under their gimp masks! And hey, maybe you could've thrown the gear on them before you bashed their brains in.

[God, she was never going to live this down from anyone in her world, was she?]

For the love of-- let's not compare my previous missteps with some stupid pop song.

[A really catchy pop song, but still.]

Oh. You meant for murdering. Well fuck, why didn't you say so. I thought you expected me to bang the fuckers. Like seriously, I don't kill all the men I meet. A girl's got her needs, ya know.

[A beat. And then an eyebrow raise.]

What do you mean "stupid"? That song is fucking awesome.

Let me make it clear right now: I don't want to know anything about your sex life. But even so? I'm pretty sure it would be batshit insane for anyone to sleep with those things -- even you.

I mean it's stupid. If I got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid, he'd have another thing coming.

[Just don't ask how the hell she knows this much about a song that she thinks is stupid.]

Oh my god, are you fucking serious? I could dismember a man and then rip out his intestines and you wouldn't bat an eye, but the second I mention sex you're all like "ewww gross". What are you, a mentally-scarred twelve year old?

And no, it's fucking awesome. I mean, Lady Gaga isn't as good as Ke$ha or Britney, but she's pretty high up there.

In case you forgot? I'm an assassin; I see that kind of thing just about every day. But as far as that other stuff goes? That's private crap and I don't really don't give a shit about knowing about it.

[Such a judging look from this one.] Okay, maybe I could see Britney if you're one for nostalgia, but Ke$ha, really? She's pretty much what I'd imagine would be the result if a train wreck could have offspring.

There's a difference between not giving a shit and not wanting to know i-

[It takes a few seconds, but slowly Bad Girl's drunken mind starts to process an idea...]

[And once she does, the rage she was about to express at having her favorite singer mocked completely goes away. Instead, she grins from ear to ear.]

Oh my god, you're a virgin, aren't you?

That's none of your business! And even if it was? I'm twenty-one and I was curious at some point in my life. [Granted, it was probably just some shallow affair in her high school days, back when she was still trying to pretend to be normal.]

[Totally ignoring all that "bullshit" so she can continue giggling like a 12 year old. And once she finishes....]

You do realize that's basically the equivalent of saying "yes Bad Girl I'm totally still a virgin".

Which is even more fucking hysterical when you realize who you had a crush on. Hoping to score a Touchdown?

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Think what you want; I don't really give a shit either way.

And I'm telling you, I'm over that loser. The only touchdowns he's gonna score is with that ranking agent. Well, at least until she gets tired of him.

[He had his chance and like hell Shinobu was going to give him another, even if she still held a certain admiration for him.]

Oh don't worry; I will.

And yeah, that's true. I dunno what the dick they see in each other, but I guess love really is blind.

And drunk. And fucking retarded. Or maybe it's just got a weird sense of humor. Hell if I know, though.

Yeah, hell if I know either. I lost track of what was important, for a while, and there's no way I'm letting any of that stupid crap get in my way again.

Just don't get a fucking stick up your ass, alright? I hear those are a bitch to pull out and I don't want to have to deal with you at this new place if you're going to be little miss fun-killer.

Gimme a break, I have my own fun too, but that doesn't mean that I need to know everyone's TMI life stories.

You have fun, huh? And just what exactly do you do for fun?

On looking at exitvoid...

No prob!

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Oh NOISE, do you mind if I add you on plurk?

NO GET OFF MY PLURK

MAKE ME

>8(

>: )

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1/2

I'M SO SORRY

IT'S OKAY, this conversation was bound to come up anyway

True enough, give Bad Girl and inch and she'll take a mile

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