Pummeling a Pest

[James Knight]

If someone had told Warren Zimmer he was going to be forced into an itchy outfit that he could barely stand a day ago, Warren would have pulled out the NFL-Laser and shot them 10 times for wasting his time. His situation was not one that the Quarterback of Chaos could have ever anticipated to be honest. As he watched the cars of Coruscant, the Hover Cars that were employed by them drive through the air, Wild Card realized that he needed to get somehow licensed so that he could use his weapons on Coruscant. How was he going to do that? Warren had no clue and approached one of the Storm Troopers after he walked 6 blocks or so from the gate. Really he didn't want to go through the rigoromole of getting his weapons licensed, but he had no choice in the matter. His survival dictated that he prevent Dark Hecate from getting any followers  of any sort because she was dangerous enough on her own. 

"Excuse me," started Warren to the Storm Trooper.  "Do you mind perhaps allowing me to get my weapons licensed? I've got a problem on Coruscant to deal with, before it gets out of hand." 

[Storyteller]

The stormtrooper lingered perhaps a bit too long against the corner of a building, checking down the alley they were assigned- a concession in the name of extra safety. Unfortunately, this was a tad too long, and they were instantly faced with the greatest of problems any member of a public force could be faced with-

Civilian questions.

Though it wasn’t like they didn’t have their own questions as to why in god’s name anyone thought “issues in Coruscant” sounded like anything but a mob boss coming back to kill a mole in their gang, they sighed. “I am not authorized to do that here, sir. If you are looking to acquire a weapons permit for Tier 1, you will need to file a claim with the Armaments Registration Department in person with your ID and await processing of a formal background check, at which point you may be mailed a form over the Dataverse for further information.”

[James Knight]

"Very well. Where might I find this "Armaments Registration Department" in person, so I can complete the needed paper work in order to achieve the goal of dealing with the issue before it gets further out of hand?" asked Warren, as he looked at the Storm Trooper in front of him. In truth he didn't want to deal with the problem today, but he needed to take care of the Yandere Lover before he joined up with Hecate. It was a problem Warren was not going to allow to occur. They were not going to become "husbando" or "waifus" or any other anime terms that Warren barely understood at present.  "And how long do you think a formal background check would take to be completed? I'm kind of on a tight schedule to take care of the matter, before my problem in the Tangled Green increases even further." 

Warren was not going to elaborate about Hecate, or the fact that he was terrified of her alternate personality using a knife on him in the near future. Really though he knew he needed to go through whatever background checks, or needed hoops that he had to jump through. Above all else, Warren knew that he could not allow Hecate to get a following. One insane sadist was bad enough to deal with, and he'd not have another to cope with so soon. Really, if he could avoid the two of them interacting that would be the ideal. Perhaps he might not need his weapons, or tools here. The individual had seemed genuinely interested in meeting Hecate. Ideas began to form in his head. While he was not a fan of lying, he'd tell the guy that he'd be taking him to meet Hecate, and would act like it before taking him somewhere more isolated. After that, smacking some sense into the individual about making light of what was actually a serious problem was a wise idea. 

"I will probably need an Armament permit for multiple tiers."  stated Warren, a frown on his face.

[Storyteller]

Giving a wave with their free hand, the stormtrooper replied, “the office is in that general direction. There are maps available on several street corners which may assist you further.” The stormtrooper spoke matter-of-factly, surprisingly calmly given the fact they were internally contemplating what kind of lunatic would just walk up to the police and ask about weapons instantly. However, they’d dealt with Primes before, so it wasn’t as if they were wholly unaccustomed to stupid questions. “Typically, a background check takes between 5-10 days, but given the current state of affairs in the Vasty Deeps, it may be delayed further.” They put anything further out of their mind.

The stormtrooper waited a moment for Warren to take a couple steps away before addressing his latest concern. “Though I will say that at this time, official Weapons Permits are only available in Tiers 1 and 2.”

[James Knight]

5-10 days was far too long for Warren Zimmer to wait, but he was a patient man. If it came down to it, he could resort to blackmail or bribery to deal with Yandere Lover instead of outright brute force in order to compel him to stop the spamming. The Quarterback of Chaos wished he possessed any of his weapons, or his NFL-R on his person at present. Dealing with the Yandere Lover was going to be a problem if he had no weapons because the nerd likely possessed weapons on himself, weapons that Warren didn't have on himself. Wild Card looked at the Storm Trooper and thought about it for several moments.  "Very well. Thank you officers."  

Warren started on his way towards the nearest street map so that he could find the place that had been mentioned. Registering his weapons was one of the needed hoops he had to do, in order to pursue the Yandere Lover and make him pay for what he had done. As he made the trek to the Registration Office, Warren plotted out just what he was going to do to the Yandere Lover for messing with him like this. Of course if the Yandere Lover seriously loved Dark Hecate there was a problem because he could likely be turned into just as much of a murderer as she was by her. The laws of Coruscant were laws that Warren needed to learn because he didn't want to do anything that could cause the Empire to become his enemy. They had the technology advantage, at least for now anyway. The Quarterback of Chaos was definitely going to change that when he learned how to make his robotic soldiers that were going to level the playing field for him.

[James Knight]

There were many things other villains who were more experienced had at their disposal. One of these was a theme song that helped them feel pumped up, and ready to deal with the day. Warren didn't have music that could motivate him to want to do something like he was going to be dealing with at present. Sadly he had no choice in the matter. The Yandere Lover had gone too far and needed a thrashing. It was a matter of professionalism because he could not allow anyone to insult his reputation like it had been by the Yandere Lover. In all honesty he should probably deal with Hecate as well, at some point in the future. Of course dealing with her could wait until later when he was much more powerful and could endure combating her. Really he had no choice about what he was going to do. After about 40 minutes of walking, Warren had arrived outside the Armament Registration Office, and walked inside. It was time to take care of his business.

[Storyteller]

The automatic doors parted for the Quarterback of Chaos, closing behind the middle-aged prime as he entered the building. The main lobby was closed off from the rest of the building. A young adult sat at the far reception desk, twiddling a stylus in his fingers as he looked down at his tablet. Occasionally, he tapped it, writing something down or swiping something to the side; he didn't acknowledge Warren.

Instead of perhaps an assistant or secretary, the prime was greeted by a robot. A standard silver protocol droid - a bipedal machine about as tall as Warren. It answered his silent question. "Welcome to the Armament Registration Office. If you wish to apply for weapon licensing for tiers one and two of Coruscant, please fill out the forms on a terminal to your left. Queries may be directed towards me, I am here for your convenience." While synthetic and unnatural, the voice was smooth sounding, speaking in what would generally be considered a calming tone.

[James Knight]

Going over to the terminal that held the forms he would not normally wish to bother with, but needed to get done, the Quarterback of Chaos sighed. Was this really what he had to do in order to hunt down Yandere Lover so he could make him pay for messing with him? Sure it might seem petty, but Warren had grand plans. And really, he couldn't stand the guy anyway. Of course there was the matter of the individual loving Hecate, which was technically not his problem, though Warren refused to allow it to grow to where the guy became like her. One sadistic Prime was more than enough that Warren knew of, at present. At least that he had met in person. As he filled out the needed paperwork, Warren asked the silver protocol droid. "How might one get permission to be licensed on Tier 3? I've got a certain situation there to take care of before a problem of mine expands because of the situation there connecting with the problem." 

Warren was not about to admit that he was afraid of what he hoped was a secondary connecting with Hecate because he was already humiliated enough by the fact he had run away. No more running from here on out, he was going to fight his opponents on the battle field and win. To do that, he was going to have to become stronger than he currently was capable of being, Warren knew that much. Sadly he didn't know how he was going to get himself to the level he wanted. No, not the level he wanted. The level he needed was the more apt term to describe where he needed to be. A frown formed on his features as he re-envisioned the attack Dark Hecate had done, but with a different target. Himself. This is what could happen were he not strong enough.

[Storyteller]

"Weapon permits are only necessary for tiers one and two." The droid answered almost immediately. While its tone remained the same, it almost sounded condescending. "Citizens are permitted to own weapons without a permit on tiers three and below." A dull silence lingered, interrupted only by faint taps in the background; the robot was naturally unaware of the time Warren had wasted due to a simple miscommunication. It was also uncaring about his reasoning for wanting a permit in the first place but did record the reply as protocol dictated, waiting for one of the many agents and security personnel to get around to reviewing it - if they ever did. Almost every inch of tier one was under surveillance. Perhaps, if Warren was more experienced with Coruscant, the prime wouldn't repeatedly state his intentions to fight or kill someone, even if he did so in a roundabout way.

[James Knight]

Warren Zimmer had finally finished the registration, and smiled at the Protocol Droid. A smile that was not like a kind smile one would give when actually happy. No, this smile was more like that of a shark or another predator. Once he had finished the paperwork, Warren made his way out of the place and proceeded down to Tier 3. Once he had made his way to Tier 3, Warren now knew that he did not need permits of any sort. As a result of this he also knew he didn't have to stay in the uncomfortable fabric that had been forced on him by the Storm Troopers above. Adding up both of those facts enabled Warren to decide he was going to create something out of Omnilium. Specifically, Warren recreated his NFL-R, and his armor for himself because he knew he was going to need both of them before the day was out. Thus equipped he made his way through Tier 3 beginning to hunt for the individual. Finding Yandere Lover was essential to stopping the situation that would be created should he join forces with Dark Hecate.

[Dane Regan]

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX was having a good day. It had started the same as any other. He'd been woken up by the yelling of his mother telling him to get a job - a usual occurrence. She didn't understand. Every day he trained with the sword. Every day he practised, swinging the long curved Japanese blade at imaginary targets. When the demons came, he would be ready. And where would everyone else be? How would an accountant fare? He simply did not have the time to waste on such trivialities. 

Now, while every day was a good day when one was mastering the sword, today was even better. An individual named 'Warren Zimmer' had posted some interesting things on the Dataverse Messageboards and drawn his attention to a prime called Hecate Rothchild. That wouldn't be special in and of itself. Bounties and warnings came up all the time. No, what made him so exhilarated was her personality. She was so adorable, so cute, so cool, and so sadistic. Her butchering of people around Warren, while not killing the man himself, was incredibly hot. He'd wasted no time informing everyone of his opinion and stating his claim to make Hecate-sama his waifu. 

He had seasonal waifus just like anyone else who watched anime, but this was different. She was the one. He'd sent the nearby Weeb-Station store the attractive photo Warren had appended to the messages, ordering a rush commission of some artwork for a body pillow. His specification was the usual: blood, a sadistic grin, lewd or revealing clothing. Trusting the artist, he left the rest up to them and switched tabs back to the thread, cracked his knuckles, and set to typing.

Skip forward some hours, and he was outside the anime store with a smug grin on his face. He always got a certain amount of pleasure from watching people get infuriated about insults or his opinion over the internet, and Warren was making it way too easy. And then the guy blocked him from posting in his thread. But that was a trivial issue, he just had to quickly make another alt account and fire up one of his proxies. GG EZ. The threats were funny as well, anyone could guess he was in Coruscant - where else would have stores taking anime commissions? Darkshire? Pffft. The image of some burly monster hunter holding a body pillow ran through his head.

After throwing out another couple of taunts, and perhaps framing his opinions a bit closer to the joking side with the sole intent of infuriating Warren a little bit more, he strode into the store wearing his usual getup - a trenchcoat, fedora, and loose fitting clothes.

He's on Tier 3. A rough reference to his character can be found here (although I'd assume he won't be written to be as strong throughout this storyline): http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?...#pid124792

Except, he's technically a secondary at the moment. So disregard any mentions of primes or summoning in his backstory. That said, I'm actually leaving it a bit ambiguous so I can come back later and pretend he was a prime the whole time if this character kicks off.

[James Knight]

Warren Zimmer had not been having a good week. First, Hecate Rothchild turned out to have a personality that was sadistic and cruel as well as honorless inside her, but that was not why Warren was currently on Coruscant. No. The reason why he was here was an individual that he really did not want to deal with, honestly. However, the individual could not be allowed to meet with Hecate. Should they meet, the problems they could cause Warren were things he didn't even want to imagine, much less actually have to deal with. In all honesty had the problem not gotten so infuriating, Warren probably wouldn't have come to Coruscant. Of course, despite the numerous reasons he did not want to be here, Warren had no choice in the matter. His low opinion of the local security guards aside, Yandere Lover needed to be stopped in his tracks before he could make a menace out of himself. Hopefully he was a secondary, because if he had to battle a Prime so soon, Warren was not sure. 

As he made his way to the Anime Store, he sighed. "What's a Yandere?" Warren still didn't understand the concept of the Yandere fully, and had no honest desire to learn about it. He did possess a desire to string the individual up and take him to the farthest verse from Hecate that was physically possible. Perhaps if there was a way to dispose of him that he couldn't come back from, Warren could do that. There was an idea, anyway that he could use. A way to get rid of Yandere Lover could be invented. Given he had created his NFL-R, and Foot Bomb along with Multi Weapon Construct Apparatus MK I and other tools that he used, Warren knew he could handle doing this. Warren was not in the best of the moods as he stopped outside the anime school. The urban landscape of the Tier III could use a fresh coat of paint, and some serious maintenance which was yet another reason Warren was adding yet another negative review of Coruscant.

[Dane Regan]

The artist had done a good job creating the body pillow for Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX. It captured Hecate-sama's essence perfectly. Overjoyed, he paid up using all of his birthday money and some of his savings, hugging the large pillow before protectively holding it to his side. It was covered in a thin plastic wrap so he wasn't worried about it getting dirtied during his trek home. He checked his phone quickly - no new messages. A shame, but he guessed Warren had simply decided the best way to get him to stop 'spamming' was to stop getting pulled in by his bait. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX had considered travelling to The Greens to try and find Hecate-sama, but he didn't know where she was specifically. Anyway, his waifu could protect herself. So, if anyone came after her agressively they'd die so Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX and her could be together.

With a smile hidden under the shadow of his tipped fedora, he strode out of the store, his back straight and protraying confidence. His usual posture. A demon could come at any moment and he'd be ready to slay it. As he pushed open the door, he came face to face with a middle aged man. Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX ignored them, and their mutterings, opting to just turn to the side and start heading home.

[James Knight]

A hand would be extended by Warren Zimmer, and if it worked, he'd latch it onto the shoulder of Yandere Lover tightly enough to cause pain because of the irritation the individual had caused him. "You are Yandere Lover, are you not?" asked the Quarterback of Chaos. A smile formed on his face that was not that of a regular person. No, this smile was more like that a shark would give it's prey, or like someone who planned to murder someone. Really there were many things that Warren could do to the individual. A vat of acid perhaps was a good idea. No, it was not a good idea on it's own. What he needed was another idea, something that he could do to the individual. There had to to be a way to keep the person away from Hecate because he didn't want to deal with the issue of them meeting. Warren's posture was tense, and he portrayed a hidden desire to hurt someone as he was near the Yandere Lover. Really he was going to pay the individual back for bothering him a lot.

[Dane Regan]

A hand clamped down, tightening around Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX's shoulder. Wincing, he lifted his arm and spun around, using the rotation to flick Warren's palm off him. He took a step back a moment later and cast his free arm to the side letting his coat billow in an unforeseen wind. Tipping his fedora, he acknowledged the rough man with a nod. "It's ex ex underscore Yandere underscore Lo-heart-er underscore ex ex, thank you very much," Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX smirked solemnly, then tightened his grip around the Hecate-sama body pillow protectively.

"And you are?" he asked, raising the pitch of his brooding voice a little at the end and waving his hand a little. He could guess and found it highly amusing that a prime had gone out of his way just to carry out a threat on someone who shitposted on their thread and happened to have a contrary opinion about waifus. Yet, as funny as this event might look from his perspective, he still took it seriously despite his more casual behaviour. There was a lot at stake here - he could not allow this man to ruin his Hecate-sama body pillow.

[James Knight]

"Warren Zimmer. Now, before I battle you. I want to ask you this. You are not, nor have you ever been a sadist, psychopath, or anything of that nature?" asked Warren Zimmer wanting to make absolutely sure this individual was not on par with the crazy possessed by Hecate before he decided on how he could deal with him. As his hand was flung off, Warren sighed. It seemed the best option was the one he hadn't considered up until this point, an option that would hurt the secondary, but would not kill him. Omnilium could create anything one wished, Warren knew this much about the substance. So perhaps, unless he was putting more into it, it could also modify things that already existed. Case in point, this secondary so that he could not interact with Dark Hecate unless he had no desire to go down the same road she had. Warren was going to modify him if he did possess those tendencies so that when around Dark Hecate he would get painful electrical shocks. A good deterrent to both of them ganging up on him in Warren's opinion - and a suitable deterrent to such activities that he didn't want to deal with.

[Dane Regan]

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX snickered a little bit. "You're going to fight me? Here?" He ignored Warren's question at first, too busy projecting confidence. "Now, dude, lemme tell you why that's dumb. We are at Coruscant. There are stormtroopers right around the corner. And, even if that wasn't the case, you're choosing to fight me of all people: ex ex underscore Yandere underscore Lo-heart-er underscore ex ex. Master of the Blade, Slayer of Demons, Claimer of Waifus, and Shitposter Supreme." He took another step back, carefully leaning the Hecate-sama body pillow against the wall while bowing. After adjusting his fedora he held his hands relaxed in front of him, as if clasping at the air.

"What's with the self-appointed psychologist? If I was a psychopath, what makes you think I'd tell you that?" Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX mused, intentionally trying to antagonise the older man.

[James Knight]

"One, you do not scare me, at all." said Warren growling at the intentional insults. The Shit Poster Supreme was the only title he could take seriously as far as he knew about the individual so far. Probably a shut in with a few screws loose.  "Secondly, If I were here to fight you, you would already be picking yourself up off the ground. No, since you seem to be determined to get yourself killed by meeting up with Hecate, who am I to stand in your way? I'll take you right to her," stated Warren. It was not the truth, as far as being factual. He'd bring the corpse of the individual to Hecate though. "Right after you consent to a few...adjustments that is,"  said Warren, to the idiot that he was dealing with. In truth he would rather deal with anyone else other than the individual he was interacting with at present. The modifications he planned would end any chance of the individual becoming a danger to others by electrocuting him if he even tried. A crude approach, but a practical one.

[Dane Regan]

>says he's going to battle me
>says he's not here to fight me
>k

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX was almost sad. He had anime battle music ready on the phone in his pocket - although he wasn't stupid enough to start anything right out in the open. Nor was he stupid enough to take what Warren was saying at face value after the man had added the last sentence. "Oh? What kind of adjustments? I'm perfect as I am. While you were collecting your little trinkets," Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX gestured towards Warren's technological watch, "I was training with the sword. While you were running away from the hottest girl in the Omniverse, I practised the blade. I don't need your guidance, just directions. Anyway, if you came with me, Hecate-sama would surely cut you down - you're an irrelevant obstacle to our love." He tilted his head up and stroked his chin, under the fedora his pupils seemed to turn into heart shapes for a moment, visibly pleased with the idea of his waifu cutting down the man before him - or any man or woman for that matter, as long as they could be together.

[James Knight]

"An adjustment, that will surely make Hecate love you more, the side that you SHOULD interact with more, anyway,"  said Warren, not going into detail about his plans to taze the individual and drag him off. Really though he had a plan, now.  "At first, I thought I'd battle you. But then it turns out. You're not worth my time. You're an egocentrical idiot, and Hecate would never love you. Here is one of the reasons why. You harass other people and make fun of them. Her normal personality would not appreciate such I believe. But since you wish to meet Hecate so much, I suppose in a way I could oblige you, once we leave Coruscant behind. I could introduce you to her blades, replicas of them that I have been personally practicing with," stated the Quarterback of Chaos to Yandere Lover. The Quarterback of Chaos manifested the blades in front of Yandere Lover, one of them per hand so that he could see the blades. The blades were perfect replicas of the ones Hecate would wield normally were she in charge of herself, not the knife that Dark Hecate wielded, but real replicas of her actual swords. 

Of course as opposed to being more fantasy oriented, these blades were more futuristic and had been made out of science by Warren. They were technological equivalents to the blades possessed by Hecate, and shared the same abilities through a different source. Warren then dissipated the blades, and spoke.  "If you wish to meet Hecate," he stated convincingly. "Then follow me. If not, don't,"  Warren started making his way towards the elevator to Tier 1. Perhaps Yandere Lover could actually be useful as a servant for them around the base. It would keep him busy, and keep him from posting spam garbage about Warren. It would also allow Warren to keep an eye on him more closely.