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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 ))
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Oi Margera! 'The fuck happened to you?!
LOL A REAL MAN
REAL MEN WALK IT OFF!
LOL "LIVER? FUCK THAT, TAKE A WALK."
I ONLY NEED HALF A LIVER! IT'S COOL BRO!
JUST DONT TAZE ME
...<_<... >_> not even a little?
OK You convinced me rofl
...8D ....*TAZE*
*twitch* .............. Insert "Hollow" joke here.
FFFFFT BEST HOLLOW JOKE EVAR.