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badfic_manor2011-05-27 10:58 pm
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HerpDerp 004 [In Person//Video]
[[Weiss knows only a few things in this world one of which is that nothing is as fun as fighting things and that nothing is as dangerous as fighting things you know are more powerful than yourself. There's no Shinigami here but it seems that there's been an interesting influx of dangerous creatures.
He's seen them.
He saw the body pile of them that the current highest ranking Espada had just yesterday. This leads him to putting two of his favorite pass times together.
Fighting.
And now Fishing.
Weiss has been walking along the surface of the water more often, he has seen things stirring, bubbling in there and knew something was up-- at least if it wasn't, it looked like it could be and that could spell some sort of fun for him.
His instincts (or lack there of, since he really was only looking for something to do) had lead him right.
The sight that anyone is free to see is the aftermath of a drenched Arrancar dragging out a large fish-corpse rent partly in half and equipped by metal legs. The entrails fall behind and leave the body with a sickeningly wet 'squelch' noise. Regardless of the almost decimated shark body, the legs attached to its body continue to move and the body continues to thrash with or without its precious intestines. It easily dies down after what sounds like whooshing gas noises dissipate along with a sickeningly rotten smell.
Weiss seems unaffected by it, the sight of the disemboweled animal or the smell it makes. He turns his head back toward the coast and goes back into the water with a gleeful set of unintelligent sounds. Time and time again there's purple glowing moving from one side of the lake to another until it seems to illuminate here or there, die out and hit something with a large bang sound. It's minutes later with only one surface for the excited child-minded youth before he's seen again atop the water. This time, his arm is badly hurt, though it doesn't seem to give him any problem regardless of its cuts. His uniform is tattered in places and there's a large bite on his thigh in the shape of the second shark's once full mouth as he hauls it out.
This shark learned all too sadly not to bite. It's jaw is clean ripped off on one side, strips of fleshy bits and what must be parts of its mouth cling and fall in certain places under what must have been the oh-so-gentle guidance of Weiss. He is dragging it by the metal flailing leg that he let remain unbroken though the shark itself is obviously dead-- rather, undead since it seems it still wants to take wet sounding gnashes with a broken jaw at the hand pulling it by the gill.
The blond is panting, obviously hurt, but the look on his face is one between 'ecstatic' and 'maniac'. This is more fun than he's had in a long time here, since he ripped the arm off that green guy. He's not going to make light of a situation that he can finally have fun in.
Again the wounded soldier skirts himself along the waters top, floating in an ambitious way that takes away from his previous limp across the sand. Sharks are fine, quick and fun- he's only drug up two of what he's actually destroyed- but something bigger, something better, anything more of a challenge. It has to be down there!
If someone has cared to notice, he's gone farther out than normal, a speck of what he would have been his form and then out of no where he's in the air. High above the water, an impossible height just as the impossible float across the blue-red stained ocean. He lets out a long yell of a battle cry just before what looks like a dive at as fast as the height he took can carry him. The hit to the water is monumental in the way of its splash and again things begin to blow up in bigger, wider spread explosions. Enough to force the waves a little higher than they had been previously and onto the shore, washing the sharks slightly back and in land again.
This time, it's more than a hand full of minutes. There's been surfacing, upward mushroom clouds of water-spray, tail thrashing and Weiss in and out of that same water with gleeful cackles.
When next he breeches the murky water, he's panting when his face breaks through. He's clearly been walking on the bottom for a few feet at least and he's looking exhausted. At first the tip of a tail comes up with his arm. Gradually, more and more, and more ....And more... and more of a monster emerge. In Weiss' right hand he pulls along the struggling legged monstrosity, only two legs left to do the struggle, in the other he triumphantly holds a large fin he ripped from the decaying body of the whale he's dragging inland.
He pulls it far enough and with what looks like the last of some waning strength, rips the legs from the whale's body and throws them aside without a care in the world where they land. Perhaps not far away given his strength used and the powers he had to use along with them, but none the less it is a vicious and uncalled for attack on an already beaten opponent. From there, he sits down next to "Jaws", the one with the broken mouth, and watches the machined monsters as they try to walk, or push themselves around much like many bugs he's taken the wings from.
As if he hadn't just dominated such creatures, Weiss lays back next to the broken, attempting-snapping jaw and sprawls to stare upward at the sky. He pays no mind as his outfit, what's left of it, is dyed red with his own blood, open wounds always seemed to heal on their own.
It's a really nice day, why go back inside to rest?]]
((OOC: "WTF SPANDY?!" you both exclaim and question. The only answer given is "GYO IS TF, BADFIC, GYO!"
Feel Free to:
- Infer parts of this post as video, however, I don't know that he'd respond when he's so tired and non-responsive other than to the fight. So seeing him and going out is fine I suppose.
- Have at fishes like these too, smaller ones that weiss'd be like "lololnotachallenge". OK THATS IT ))
He's seen them.
He saw the body pile of them that the current highest ranking Espada had just yesterday. This leads him to putting two of his favorite pass times together.
Fighting.
And now Fishing.
Weiss has been walking along the surface of the water more often, he has seen things stirring, bubbling in there and knew something was up-- at least if it wasn't, it looked like it could be and that could spell some sort of fun for him.
His instincts (or lack there of, since he really was only looking for something to do) had lead him right.
The sight that anyone is free to see is the aftermath of a drenched Arrancar dragging out a large fish-corpse rent partly in half and equipped by metal legs. The entrails fall behind and leave the body with a sickeningly wet 'squelch' noise. Regardless of the almost decimated shark body, the legs attached to its body continue to move and the body continues to thrash with or without its precious intestines. It easily dies down after what sounds like whooshing gas noises dissipate along with a sickeningly rotten smell.
Weiss seems unaffected by it, the sight of the disemboweled animal or the smell it makes. He turns his head back toward the coast and goes back into the water with a gleeful set of unintelligent sounds. Time and time again there's purple glowing moving from one side of the lake to another until it seems to illuminate here or there, die out and hit something with a large bang sound. It's minutes later with only one surface for the excited child-minded youth before he's seen again atop the water. This time, his arm is badly hurt, though it doesn't seem to give him any problem regardless of its cuts. His uniform is tattered in places and there's a large bite on his thigh in the shape of the second shark's once full mouth as he hauls it out.
This shark learned all too sadly not to bite. It's jaw is clean ripped off on one side, strips of fleshy bits and what must be parts of its mouth cling and fall in certain places under what must have been the oh-so-gentle guidance of Weiss. He is dragging it by the metal flailing leg that he let remain unbroken though the shark itself is obviously dead-- rather, undead since it seems it still wants to take wet sounding gnashes with a broken jaw at the hand pulling it by the gill.
The blond is panting, obviously hurt, but the look on his face is one between 'ecstatic' and 'maniac'. This is more fun than he's had in a long time here, since he ripped the arm off that green guy. He's not going to make light of a situation that he can finally have fun in.
Again the wounded soldier skirts himself along the waters top, floating in an ambitious way that takes away from his previous limp across the sand. Sharks are fine, quick and fun- he's only drug up two of what he's actually destroyed- but something bigger, something better, anything more of a challenge. It has to be down there!
If someone has cared to notice, he's gone farther out than normal, a speck of what he would have been his form and then out of no where he's in the air. High above the water, an impossible height just as the impossible float across the blue-red stained ocean. He lets out a long yell of a battle cry just before what looks like a dive at as fast as the height he took can carry him. The hit to the water is monumental in the way of its splash and again things begin to blow up in bigger, wider spread explosions. Enough to force the waves a little higher than they had been previously and onto the shore, washing the sharks slightly back and in land again.
This time, it's more than a hand full of minutes. There's been surfacing, upward mushroom clouds of water-spray, tail thrashing and Weiss in and out of that same water with gleeful cackles.
When next he breeches the murky water, he's panting when his face breaks through. He's clearly been walking on the bottom for a few feet at least and he's looking exhausted. At first the tip of a tail comes up with his arm. Gradually, more and more, and more ....And more... and more of a monster emerge. In Weiss' right hand he pulls along the struggling legged monstrosity, only two legs left to do the struggle, in the other he triumphantly holds a large fin he ripped from the decaying body of the whale he's dragging inland.
He pulls it far enough and with what looks like the last of some waning strength, rips the legs from the whale's body and throws them aside without a care in the world where they land. Perhaps not far away given his strength used and the powers he had to use along with them, but none the less it is a vicious and uncalled for attack on an already beaten opponent. From there, he sits down next to "Jaws", the one with the broken mouth, and watches the machined monsters as they try to walk, or push themselves around much like many bugs he's taken the wings from.
As if he hadn't just dominated such creatures, Weiss lays back next to the broken, attempting-snapping jaw and sprawls to stare upward at the sky. He pays no mind as his outfit, what's left of it, is dyed red with his own blood, open wounds always seemed to heal on their own.
It's a really nice day, why go back inside to rest?]]
((OOC: "WTF SPANDY?!" you both exclaim and question. The only answer given is "GYO IS TF, BADFIC, GYO!"
Feel Free to:
- Infer parts of this post as video, however, I don't know that he'd respond when he's so tired and non-responsive other than to the fight. So seeing him and going out is fine I suppose.
- Have at fishes like these too, smaller ones that weiss'd be like "lololnotachallenge". OK THATS IT ))
OK You convinced me rofl
He stares at Gokudera's hand on him, it's long seconds before he's figuring out that this isn't some sort of attack, a way to reef on his already sore limbs, or any sort of thing he-
...Wants to carry him.
It's not easy, but, Weiss gets there, laying his head much like a little kid against the back of Gokudera's neck with a little displeased noise at the way his body wants to hate the fun it had.
He supposes it makes sense for a Human to carry him. He's got no understanding its out of kindness, though. He doesn't comprehend that.]]
...8D ....*TAZE*
When it finally comes time to put the Arrancar down, Hayato does so by a chair. While he goes hobbling off for the first aide stuff he bought... because he knows he's always going to need it. He comes back and sits in the chair opposite of Wonderweiss]
Alright Margera, show me your injuries.
*twitch* .............. Insert "Hollow" joke here.
He makes small noises at things, passing people, objects or the like, but he's not keen on falling off of Gokudera's back and therefore keeps his hands properly linked. At least he's smart enough not to yank back and choke the poor human- this wouldn't work out in his favour either. ...It makes it a little hard to nab things, but his arm is hurt to begin with and again the falling isn't something he's so interested in doing.]]
NNhhmm..
[[He huffs and puts his forehead, cold as it is, against the back of Gokudera's neck, peeking out at any passer's by from under his blond hair. Yet another thing up on Ulquiorra, up until his time of shattering, he doesn't remember Ulquiorra's human carrying him about
okay he's injured but his mind is wandering. His mind wanders all over until Gokudera's got him seated in a chair and shows this 'hobble', that attracts his attention; mildly as it's only because he's walking oddly at this time.He understands the command and with a little unpleasant look at his leg and his uniform. His fingers dig into the fabric and he pulls it back, ripped uniforms usually get one in trouble but there's nothing to do about it after the fact. From there he sets the fabric down and looks up at Gokudera, pointing his finger.
Alright he showed you his now show him yours.
That's the point right? To show off the injuries then fix them? Surely that's what humans do right? Right.]]
FFFFFT BEST HOLLOW JOKE EVAR.
Shit that looks nasty...
[The teen pulls out a cloth and a bottle of water starts trying to clean the blood away. Damn that was a nasty-ass injury. It would probably need stitches which he could never pull off... best thing he could do was try to bind the ripped flesh together until someone who knew what they were doing could stitch it up right. Well first thing's first- gotta clean it out.]
Alright this is gunna sting a bit... but it's gunna clean out the injury so it doesn't get infected.
[He's seen how strong Wonderweiss was... he didn't want to be on the receiving end of that just because he gave him a surprise sting... in fact he should probably elaborate on what getting an infected injury IS.]
'Cause if it gets infected it'll swell out to three times it's normal size then fall off.
[And by elaborate he meant lie.
And time to take out the alcohol. He pours it on the towel and starts dabbing at the injury with it. Once satisfied that it's clean, he get out the 'butterfly bandages', he usually just used them for the billion times he's split his lip, but if he put gauze on top of them and wrapped the bandages a bit tightly it should all hold in place... as long as he kept off it for a while.]
Alright this ain't gunna feel too good either, but you're gunna want the injury to heal right...
[And with that he begins pinching the gashes from the teeth together and using the bandages to stick them like that. Then he places the gauze on top and wraps it up. He looks over his work and sighs, running a hand over his hair, the moisture from his sweat held it back in place, keeping it out of out of his face and eyes.]
Alright, anything else?