http://lionpunchinist.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lionpunchinist.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2011-06-16 11:53 pm

Match 04 | Sasagawa Ryohei | [In Person]

[Ryohei is in a small forest clearing, with a deer carcass. How he managed to catch a deer with his loud voice and impatience? Who knows, it must have been a really stupid deer. 

He's kindling a campfire, and surprisingly enough he seems to be doing it properly, as a few minutes
 later he succeeds in making a cozy little campfire. The only problem is...he has no idea how to cook the deer. After about a second of contemplating on how to complete the feat, he decides it's a really good idea to chuck the deer at the fire TO THE EXTREME and see if it cooks itself...but, alas, the fire, being too small in size, flickers away soon after having a full-grown deer thrown at it.]

...MAYBE IT'LL WORK TO THE EXTREME IF I TRY AGAIN ONE MORE TIME!!

[...He's repeating the cycle of fire making and deer throwing over and over again, he seems really adamant on making this cooking method work.]

action; excuse the slow though >__>

[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com 2011-06-17 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[With a make-shift fishing rod and a small fish or two in hand, Light is making his way back to his shelter for the week, when he hears the familiar shouting. First of all, it's surprising enough that Ryohei had been able to catch any kind of animal, but the fact that he might still starve this week just adds in a nice touch of cruel humor. As there's little sense in wasting perfectly good deer meat, Light against some of his better judgment approaches Ryohei.]

You look like you could use some [a lot of] help there, Sasagawa.

action; 1/...something

[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com 2011-06-20 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[...Lamp-post? Light raises his eyebrow, looking entirely unamused by this new nickname. It's difficult to say if "Lamp-post" is better or worse than "Hoove-Senpai." At the very least, Hoove-senpai isn't a pun on his given name; he's heard more than enough of those to satisfy a lifetime. As much as Light would like to give Ryohei the benefit of the doubt that he would know that any rational parent would not name their child after a metal post, if only in the interest of Light's sanity.... he can't do that. For one, he doubts Ryohei even knows what a pun is, and... secondly... just look at how the idiot was trying to cook deer.]
Edited 2011-06-20 06:14 (UTC)

2/2

[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com 2011-06-20 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[And then it occurs to Light: Ryohei, in his own very rudimentary and transparent way, is attempting to blackmail him into helping him cook the deer. Light is honestly not even sure what to make of this. Laugh? Put his palm to his face? Given Ryohei's intelligence --or lack thereof-- he probably hadn't meant for there to be an insidious undertone. Had the suggestion come from L, Light may have spent a few precious seconds calculating what actions might result in lowered or raised percentages, before dismissing the entire exchange as irrelevant as L is dead and therefore not a threat. Ryohei and L at least shared that much in common.]

[Cordially, as though Light doesn't have a single care in the world:] Start calling me Light, and we have a deal.

action;

[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com 2011-06-24 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[As no person in their right mind would just throw a three hundred pound deer, it takes Light a moment before he realizes what Ryohei just did. Even with superior reflexes from his years of competitive tennis, he barely has the time to side step. Luckily, for him and for Ryohei he manages to avoid getting hurt. Still too stunned to be angry:]

Are you insane? That could have killed someone.

action;

[identity profile] finalarbiter.livejournal.com 2011-06-30 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
......

[Right, this is Sasagawa. The idiot. The only person stupid enough to actually sap Light of the will to speak, or even the will to argue. There's just no sense in arguing with a moron, that would require a level of masochism that Light doesn't have in him.

Calmly, Light moves over to pick up his makeshift fishing rod, and his catches from the lake, and turns to leave without another word.
]

[in person]

[identity profile] gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-18 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Well after the humiliation of being the size of a cat for two weeks, Deathwing had decided to remain in his 10-foot-tall TOTALLY not conspicuous at all human form (http://www.cosplayisland.co.uk/files/costumes/746/34432/1zq8oqw.jpg). He WAS wandering about idly brooding and scheming on ways to get out of this hell... when there's a dear-corpse just FLYING ad his face. He effortlessly smacks it off to the side and looks to spot the dear throwing culprit to imminently END them]

....

[Oh. It's THAT one.]

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? YOU'RE HIS PET RYOHEI! HE'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU... maybe.

[identity profile] gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-19 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Dragon chuckles, shaking the Earth]

Do not tell me you have already forgotten the aspect of Death, Mortal?

He's not feeding you though.

[identity profile] gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-21 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A god does not always need to take but one form.

[He looks at the deer rather disdainfully]

Nor does he need to eat....

[identity profile] gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-24 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Deathwing backs away enough to return to his regular form... and just lays back and watches for a while.

God, this was more entertaining then watching Azeroth ripping itself apart and all the little mortals scurrying about to fix it...okay maybe no MORE entertaining... but this was definitely up there. He was quite fond of his pet.

Of course the longer he's... existing in the general vicinity... things are beginning to burn, the ground is beginning to magmafy beneath him, birds are fleeing the area. Typical apocalyptic being affairs.
]

Deathwing: He's so epic even his elipses need to be <big> and <b>

[identity profile] gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-25 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
. . .

[What are you his mother?]

[Oh isn't that cute, he's trying to give him an order. No human, that's a bad human. You don't give the big crazy dragon an order. You're very lucky he thinks you're entertaining Ryohei...

but you still need to be punished. Now how to go about this without eradicating you from existence? Well a good snort of air should do. Blow the boy back a few feet... and not melt his face off.

Also Ryohei, this would be interpreted as a "No."
]

SORT OF?! HE HAD TITANS!

[identity profile] gr8balls-o-fire.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[HE CAN'T SCORCH HIS PET! THEY'RE NOT AS FUN WHEN THEY'RE DEAD!]

[Oh dear boy if he sneezed and got his magma-snot all over you, there would be NOTHING left.

Deathwing lifts his head up, looking at the human curiously. Bless him? Bless him with what? Did the human think he needed some sort of enhancement spell cast on him? Or was he trying to bless him himself?

Well that was doubtful. The boy was a far-shot from a paladin or a mage... or really anything he had ever seen before- but that's what made him so entertaining. That and his blatant lack of common sense... or any sense for that matter. Perhaps there could be a use for him in the future. He would be easy to manipulate, seemed in good physical condition. Perhaps with the right armor he would make an interesting soldier. Perhaps he should make a better effort to get to know him.
]

YOU ARE QUITE THE PECULIAR BOY. WHERE DO YOU HAIL FROM?

[In Person]

[identity profile] tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com 2011-06-18 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
A-ACCHONBURIKEEE!!

You're going to ruin perfectly good veal!

Let Pinoko help you!

[Luckily, this little lady can cook quite well!

She'll come to rescue this poor, poor loudmouth!]

[OOC:]

[identity profile] tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com 2011-06-18 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
((I know the difference between venison and veal, really. I just mixed up the v-words.

Pretend I wrote that instead. ^^;))

[In Person]

[identity profile] tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com 2011-06-19 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yesh! [She nods, happily. Well, it's really more of him finding her, but...]

But then, the plache changed, sho Pinoko losht him again!

No, no, no, your cooking is a DISHASHTER! [She hops up twice before jumping high enough to latch onto the deer. There, he'll have to pay attention to her now! And he won't be able to chuck the deer into the fire, either, or she'll be toast!]

Acchonburikeee! Let Pinoko cook for you!

[1/2; In Person]

[identity profile] tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com 2011-06-19 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Did he bleed it out first? If he hasn't, she'll take care of that...

Then, she'll wash it off and mark out which parts to cut. She finds a sharp stone, cleans it, and starts shaving off the skin! It comes off pretty cleanly and she doesn't have a difficult time with it, but she gets tired of running all around the much larger deer.

Then, she proceeds to eviscerate it so the meat won't be contaminated, but not without making a lot of silly faces at the smell.] Pinoko should've brought a mask... definitely. Urk..!


[It gets a bit troublesome, so she tries to hang it off a tree branch, but she's far too short.] Pinoko can't reaaaach!

Can you please hang it up by its legs?

Ooh, while you get it to hang, Pinoko's going to shtew some mushrooms Pinoko picked before!

We're going to need shomething to cook the meat on, though... maybe you could poke 'em through shticksh or shomething after we cut it to little pieces! The mushrooms could add flavour... are there any other wild herbs or maybe even vegetables we could here?

We could have kabobs then!

[She certainly sounds commanding (well, for someone who looks and sounds about six) and sure of herself!]

[2/2; In Person-- too bad he's counting on someone with a 'lil kid's body. ^^;;]

[identity profile] tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com 2011-06-19 05:20 am (UTC)(link)

[But, just as she's walking off to make a little stew, she flops onto the ground.]

That's as far as.... Pinoko'll...

go.

[Light's out! It's time for an unannounced nap-time, sprawled out on the ground! Because this little body really doesn't have THAT much energy and this has worn her out immensely.]

[In Person]

[identity profile] tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com 2011-06-21 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
[She shifts a bit, groaning grumpily when roused.
She cracks one eye open to blink at the stick.]


You should... 'prolly cut shome shmall pieces'a meat to— [Pinoko yawns widely.] Put on those shticksit'dfillyouup... [And she dozes off again. She's still too tired.

Thanks for trying! But Pinoko's out like a light.]