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Ha! Ha! Ha! I can't predict time for shit. Got roped into this summer school thing. Less time to work until Tuesday. Most likely going to end up increasing work ethic against all expectations. Also, would you believe I couldn't find a single picture of Okuu and Suika fighting? Crazy.
Well hold on, hold on. I've been going about this all wrong! Anybody can dodge a punch, but I've got so much more! I've got suck-holes and split-mes, I've got bind-strings and heat-spit and I've got a whole prison-city-cave to use with 'em. What's a little property damage in the name of friendship, right? Right. So I mean, it's totally okay if a few floorboards get ripped up. Or if some chunks of concrete just happen to separate themselves from their respective walls. Or if said chunks just happen to land hundreds of feet away in a small crater. Or if a very surprised crow happens to ram herself into a few things while dodging them, unsure of her own steps thanks to my suck-holes.
Such as a gourd! If I can ever remember where I got this thing, I should visit whoever made it and shake their hand. I mean...Infinite production. Of any drink I feel like. Conductive properties, artistic innovation, easy to hitch to a waist for convenience but still not only long enough of a chain to use as a mace but it's actually stable enough to last me as long as it has! This thing, man, it was made for me. Hell, maybe even by me. Been so long I can't remember not having it.
...What the hell was that? Gettin' all sentimental in the middle of a fight like this. Rookie mistake, rookie mistake. Anyways. So there's a gourd and it's big and it's hard and it's mine and I love it, and right about now it's finding itself nice and comfy around a certain someone, who is finding herself nice and comfy in a nearby wall putting out fires. Note to self: Burning hair smells funny. Lay off the sauce next time. Note to self: Glowy balls hurt like a motherfucker. No more victory moonwalks. Seriously, what are those things? They don't really burn, not like fire does anyways, but it's like if an entire spellcard hit you at once. Can't be danmaku, too big for that. Gonna have to experiment later.
"So you can hit me, twice. Blah blah blah whole city blah distraction blah blah blah go easy, but it looks like I'll have to show you your place!"
"Going easy on me? Going EASY on me?! Who the FUCK do you think I am, a kindergartener?! Give me your all, or give me nothing!" And stop laughing already, fuck. I'm serious.
"All right. You want to see my best? Let me show you my best." Damn straight. Wait, no, correction: Damn curved. Very curved. Very not standing on the ground, okay, we can take this to the air, no need to push. Pull. No need to pull. Wait, did she just steal my trick? Oh hell no. I'd punt you right in the cunt if you weren't surrounded by glowy-ball.
Two can play at this game. Oh wait! No they can't! Because the original is SUPERIOR! Because your glowy balls just collapse in on themselves when they get near a suck-hole, for some reason! Go on. Look scared. Apologize. Try and tell me you can't stop it once it's started, fucking try! Bullets? What the fuck are those?! What's this about grievous body wounds? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of that baby someone must have brought in the room! You'll have to file any chain-, blunt trauma-, excessive gravity-, or heckling-related complaints in written format. You'll find I'm very open to the suggestions of crew members.
"What's your name?"
"…" Oh, come on. Do I need to make airplane noises again? Really?
"Neither of us is gonna get what we want if you don't start talking."
"…" Double the glare, double the strikes. Do it again and see what happens.
"What, do you want me to fix your city? Is that it? Or do you want some kind of revenge? You've gotta help me out, here."
"Both." Well, it's a start.
"Tell you what. Let's go one for one. I can fix up this city – for the most part, anyways – here and now. You can join my crew and actively serve, which I can guarantee you isn't a bad deal, and we can work out some kind of a contract for dueling me that won't expire until you win." Right. Pirating isn't just about drinking! It's about brotherhood, it's about talkin' all funny, it's about fighting until you can't tell left from right and then doing all the rest of it over again! And most of all, it's about fun.
So you're just hellbent on not talking today. Great. At least I've got you on your feet for a change. "Where do you want me, captain?" FUCK YEAH!
"First off. Name, please."
"Utsuho Reiuji. Call me Okuu."
"Okuu, even if I did manage to beat you, you gave me a hell of a fight and I can respect you for that. To friendship!" Oh wait. Still chained up. Okay, so! Free hands, this time. Let's try that again. To friendship!
...Wait, that's it? Guess you're not really feelin' it. Whatever, you'll warm up to me in good time.
Or else. Promise! Okay, so. Uh. What was I doing again?
[ ] We came here to look for Yuugi. Concentrate, make a system.
[ ] Gotta look for Yuugi! Gotta make good on that whole running and crawling and wall-kicking thing!
[ ] Well, we've got a local on the crew. Let's take a tour!