dear_mun | I cannot believe I'm doing this.. canon is Far Cry 3

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I cannot believe I'm doing this.. canon is Far Cry 3

'ello, my little Mun - My clever little Hermana. You did good, you know...making this journal...making all my pretty pictures..you did very well-

Are you fucking listening? Eh? Good. I do not want to repeat myself, I do not like repeating my fucking self, comprender?

You did very well, and as a reward, I would like to offer you some advice. Hm? You want to hear it? Well that's good, that makes me very happy, I'm very pleased that you are listening now

Listen close..very close..

Do not fuck this up. I'm telling you now, do not fuck this up - you fuck this up, and it will not end well for you. That is my advice, I suggest you take it but then again..you could always not. I don't know. I do not control you, only you control you, which..depending on how well your ears work..could not be a very good characteristic

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[He looks from Shiki, to the empty space around him, to Shiki again, as though double checking that it's possible for yet another person to comment his post and be this rude]

You know you're the second motherfucker to come up to me and say something like that to me? S'fucking rude, amigo. My first time here, and this is the welcome I get.

[Sometimes, Shiki - your words? They hurt]

[His brows raise and gives a disproving little 'tch' noise. Petulant little mongrel.]

Call it free advice.

[Shiki's expression shifted to one of patronisation, his chin lifted haughtily and continued to stare down at the bizarre man. Perhaps he did have more sense than Gunzi.]

Yeah? And who are you eh? A psychiatrist - a fucking mind analyser

[Corkscrewing one of his fingers into his temples]

You know..what I find about advice is it's only really welcome..when it's asked for. And I don't remember asking you for shit

Nothing of the sort.

[Far from, and yet he was convinced he knew how people worked better than they did.]

And yet your mundane didn't ask. Forcing your 'advice' like that upon them can be burdensome. A hypocritical double-standard. Typical of a runt like you. Barking loud to be heard above the others.

[He just laughs, not appearing to really be paying Shiki much attention any more. It was almost adorable how he kept talking down to him as though he was just going to take it]

Ah, ah okay, I see, I get it now - it's perfectly alright for me to be brought here, against my will - forced to do whatever she wants.

But I tell her not to fuck up and suddenly, I'm the bad guy - ME! [Jabbing himself in the chest, as if 'ME' wasn't clear enough]

You know something gilipollas *asshole, fuck you - fuck you I didn't fucking come here so that motherfuckers like you- you think you're better than me, eh? FUCK. YOU

[Quick Shiki, fetch your fazed face - for there is now a gun pointed at it]

You wanna keep calling me names? Keep going, motherfucker - see what happens next

[Shiki didn't appear to be all that phased, just clicked his tongue and remained rigid. Red eyes staring into Vaas', almost unfeeling, it made him look a little like a mannequin. And yet deep within him, his own bloodlust was beginning to rise.]

Pathetic.

[Within a split second his katana's drawn, the blade pointed at Vaas.]

There's no skill within use of a gun. Are you sure you wish to play within these flames? Your opponents may feel fear when they see you in your own home, but all I see is a puppy having a tantrum. Bark loud enough and everyone will hear you will they not? Everyone shall respect you.

Think twice before you start what you cannot take back.

[And holy wow, that was fast. Even Vaas has to admit, this particular asshat may not be what he seems. Not backing away just yet, a smirk unfolds across his lips as he lowers the gun, but just a little.]

That's a pretty big toy you have there, hermano..

[One step at a time, he begins to circle Shiki, smile still plastered to his face, though he's now actually weighing the con's and pro's to fighting this clown.]

..careful you don't cut yourself eh

[Never once did Shiki take his eyes off Vaas, but the fact his demeanour suddenly shifted make him smirk. He could smell his fear. At least he was smart enough to know when he was out-classed.]

Should I need advice from an amateur I'll be sure to bear you in mind.

[He cocks his head and huffs.]

Has the puppy learned who his master is?

Amateur..[A low chuckle escapes his throat] That's very funny - you're a funny man. Like a comedian - a clown, in a circus.

[He can see that Shiki is prepared to use his blade, and he doesn't fancy losing his hand, or worse. He doesn't want to miss out on the chance to wind him up a little though..]

I'm wondering, funny man..what gives you the right, to come here, to my post [He taps his chest with the barrel of his gun] and wave your little toy around eh - s'fucking rude, you know- no fucking manners any more

A comedian? That's a first.

[Shiki huffs and points the blade to Vaas' throat. He was growing tired of the little man circling him like a Hyena.]

Manners are given when manners are due. You demand respect and yet.. I have seen no indication that you're worthy of it. Do you think barking and howling will command you the respect.

Your howls have attracted the wolves. Something tells me you aren't prepared, and you know it.

And you think I should give you respect? You think you've earned my respect?

[Slowly, he pushes the blade a few inches away from himself with his own weapon]

[Tsch] You're no wolf - more like a..let me see..[Epiphany face!] A little mosquito, eh?

Go on, little mosca *fly - buzz off. No one wants you here. Fly away and die.

I could care less as you and I both know the only thing stopping me from cutting you down is an agreement between our respective mundanes. Count yourself lucky, I've killed people for less.

[Although that doesn't stop him from rushing past him, katana drawn and slashing. There's a brief silence before Vaas' shirt and armband fall to ribbons.]

You were saying?

[Oh HELL no. Kicking his ruined shirt off of his boots, Vaas is smirking, but in little else than disbelief - that this fucknut is actually that fast and that that actually just happened. Motioning down to his shirt, a low chuckle escapes his throat and eventually he looks back up at Shiki]

Now that..that was fucking uncalled for - that was my favourite shirt, you know? Joder *fucking hell...

This is some serious 'Zorro' shit [Laughs a little harder this time, scratching the side of his head with the barrel of his gun and looking around, like he's looking for anyone else who bore witness to this crime against fashion]

[Shiki just gives a smirk as he sheaths his blade. He knows he's established himself as the Alpha with this man. He has no use for him and normally would strike him down without so much as batting an eyelash. And yet he's unabashedly fascinated. It's a repulsing feeling.]

You know very well that you're getting off lightly.

Onto our original topic - you are merely a plaything for your mundane and they will do with you as they will. Enjoy the experience.

[And equally, Vaas is so very curious about whoever the hell this is. He can fight - he's strong. That makes him worth a little of his time, at least]

[Mock sincerely] Do I? Thank you, mister samurai sir - that is good to know.

[Just you wait he'll get you when you're not looking don't even sleep]

I'm thinking, if it means I get to have fun with clowns like you, then...I don't have too much of a problem with that you feel me?

[He laughs again, quietly and under his breath, the tip of his boot grinding his shirt-remains into the ground]

S'gonna be a lott'a fun. I know, I know. I can tell.

[The way he smirks, Shiki can tell this guy enjoys playing with fire perhaps just a little too much.]

That we're bound by a mutual agreement of our puppeteers and you'll get to meet new people? If you're interested in such things perhaps. Otherwise it can become especially droll.

[Actually keep talking, he's just going to admire that exotic body of yours - subtly of course... Dayum. Don't make 'em like that back home.]

Can't help but feel you have a warped sense of 'fun'.

[Squatting down, he picks up the remains of his shirt, staying down for the moment]

You are only looking at the little picture - [Making an 'O' with his fingers and looking through it up at Shiki] like you're looking through a little tiny telescope. Just focusing on ooooone part of the painting, like..what's that fucking [Making vague box motions with his hands as he tries to remember the name of something]

..Mona Lisa! [He claps and points at Shiki, almost accusingly] You're only looking at the fucking hands - the smile's where it is, hermano.

[Big grin before he finally jumps to his feet!]

eh, you could say that, but..

[As he talks, he begins ripping his shirt into pieces]

My little mun, she knows she has to find a place to put me and she will, because she knows not to fuck up, you know? S' only a matter of time, and then..
[Discarding the rest of the shirt, he ties a length of it around his upper right arm, replacing his old band]

That's where the fun is.

Edited (typo ;a;) 2013-07-16 20:54 (UTC)

[Amongst his strange ramblings, Shiki could at least piece together a little bit here and there of what he was trying to say.]

I've been to several and most of the time we end up drawing the short straw. First a haunted set of flats and then a mansion run by a young girl attempting to write fiction. Very much like now except 'The Author' made things happen to us.

Either way we wind up even more powerless over our fates than before.

[Whatever do you mean, 'strange ramblings'? He's eloquent as fuck]

[As Shiki speaks Vaas just seems distracted, scratching an imaginary itch on his stomach and looking just past him for the time being, until he actually hears what he's saying.]

See, now that all sounds like a fucking adventure to me. Haunted houses and all those things...

eh..you're only as powerless as you let yourself be - think on that, hermano

[Very bluntly he folds his arms and cocks his head.]

Have you ever experienced death, hyena?

[His brows draw together and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. Aaah, Christmas memories..]

As it happens, yes. What's your point?

You may be in control of everything, the most powerful. And yet somehow, fate will see fit to topple you from your position of power even if it's by the most underhanded and cowardly methods.

Never get comfortable or expect these places to be fun. If you don't go into them expecting the worst then you may as well skip merrily to your own casket.

[C'mon, Shiki, don't be a downer! Another chuckle later, and Vaas is putting his hands on his hips, wagging his finger at his jolly companion]

Now you are one cheery motherfucker, you know that?

[Rook island slang for 'I'm gonna ignore your warnings']

Fate and I, we got an interesting relationship. I like to think we get on pretty well.

[Shiki is the dictionary definition of Downer. Just like Vaas is the dictionary definition of batshit mental. See? It works.]

I've heard such things.

[You know what? He tried and no one can fault him for that. Ew. He's doing that 'looking out for others' thing again. Didn't he break that habit last year? Nope. Apparently not.]

Apparently so if you're still alive.

Considering we've been speaking for so long and I've allowed you to live, I suppose I should ask your name shouldn't I?

[I see, I see that now]

[Maybe if you're lucky, he'll look out for you too someday]

[Probably not.]

[Motioning to a thick, jagged scar jutting across his abdomen, as well as a few smaller ones surrounding it]

I'm pretty hard to kill. I don't like to boast, but that's how it is. I think Fate? [Stage whisper] I think she has a soft spot for me, you know what I'm saying?

[You want his name now? Well this is practically a proposal for a date, young man]

Vaas, Montenegro. And you are, who, exactly?

I cannot believe I'm doing this.. canon is Far Cry 3

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