10-08-2015, 10:08 PM
Ballad watched as the young kid's grin slowly wiped off of her young face. His eyebrows did not move, though that was mostly because they weren't capable of movement, masking his emotions. However, he was still reeling from the actions of the kid and her crew. Who in their fucking right mind would walk up to someone fiddling with their weapon? Does this kid have a death wish?!
Probably so, considering she was probably close enough to hear him warning everyone else about what he was doing. They didn't appear to be having THAT much of a problem with him. Granted, they did occasionally talk back, but never pushed their luck like these kids tried to do. It reminded him about the third group of people that he knew existed, and like all the others were easy to notice. It's the people that pushed their luck until they couldn't push it no further, and acting confused when their luck breaks and they find themselves in the biggest shithole known to his kind. Which was, in all actuality, the bottom of a frozen lake. He's seen that kind of thing happen before. One of the favored, and most gruesome, manners of punishment back in the land of eternal winter was death by hypothermia. Basically, the criminal is tied up to a board about his size, and a giant hole is created in the frozen over lakes and oceans. Typically, the criminal is then tossed into the hole, where he is then left to either drown or slowly die from hypothermia. It was effective in a lot of ways, and Ballad himself had witnessed some of these executions personally. He wasn't entirely sure, however, if the bodies were ever recovered, or the bodies were left to eventually become part of the ice in the frozen lakes.
Whatever. It hardly mattered here. Hell, he'd like to toss this kid into a frozen lake and watch HER drown or die from the cold. Doesn't even look like she's wearing proper clothing for that harsh weather. Looks like a black robe that covers her back, and who knows what could be underneath it. He hoped that this kid wasn't seriously so stupid as to have nothing else underneath that robe, as he'd then start to wonder about her maturity. And the last thing he'd want to do is argue with a kid about maturity. Because all kids would do is just bitch and moan about how they were 'big boys now' and can 'do whatever they want.' He'd just shake his head and tell them off. That, or he'd just treat them like he would treat any kid. Usually involves lip smacking and saying 'awww...'
He was about to continue his rant when he noticed something change on the girl's face. He couldn't exactly tell what had happened, but he had a sneaking suspicion he had struck a nerve somewhere within that girl. He noticed how she bent forward a little, and how the bangs of her hair slipped in front of her eyes. Ballad kept his revolver held up high, though he did not aim it at the girl or at anyone else in the area. He cocked his head to the left a bit, keeping his eyes on her as she looked back up at him, a look of disgust on her face. This is odd. Very odd. Kids don't make those kind of looks. Even the most spoiled, brat-like kids don't make looks like that. No... this is more.. supernatural. Something... otherworldly.. and he didn't like that.
Ballad followed the girl's gaze as she looked down at his pants, shaking his head in complete disappointment. He did not respond to her first statement. Yeah, it wasn't very nice. So what? Back in my world, we'd bitch slap a kid for talking back. Some families told stories of boogeymen, and kept them in line by threatening to leave them outside their homes late at night for the boogeymen to abduct them and cook them into soup.
It was here that Ballad realized something was most definitely off about this girl. Never, not in the history of anything he had ever seen, heard, or whatever other senses he had, a girl saying something like that to an elder. Something like that would most DEFINITELY be a call for a bitch slapping in his world. The other thing that didn't quite make sense was the rather... dirty words she was using. She was obviously talking about his dick, which he honestly couldn't care that much about. I mean, it was a means of procreation and a way to urinate. Why would people need to be obsessed with the size of it? That's just perverted. Hell, now that I think about it, absolutely NO kid on any planet would say perverted things like that.
"First off, if your first response to someone berating you for interrupting them while they were in the middle of checking their weapon is to look at their dick and start accusing them of compensation, then you really don't score any points on the maturity scale. It just makes you look like you have literally no way to argue with someone else." Ballad was about to continue on, probably about how a kid should be respecting their elders and listening to their advice, when he noticed the kid looking up at his gun. Rolling his eyes back up at it, he slowly curls his index finger around the trigger guard, careful not to touch the trigger itself. The kid must not have known the gun wasn't deconstructed. In fact, he had finished reconstruction by the time they started talking. His eyes darted towards her free hand, seeing it shake slightly. He wasn't sure why, but he was starting to dislike the position he was in more and more. This kid wasn't normal, and something tells him something was going on with her.
Stupid enough to field strip his weapon... good question, actually. He had to admit, that was a valid point. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to be doing that out here. Especially with the bomb setting. It wasn't really meant to be checked out out in public. Wait, was he thinking?! He invented the fucking thing! He knows the gun inside and out! Of course it was perfectly safe to handle in unorthodox locations. All the more proof this kid didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
"Here's my answer, kid. And stop shaking your hand like that, it's weird. And stop calling me this.. Oni-San, whatever that is. The answer is this. Even if I was field stripping my weapon out in public, the gun would be pointing at the side. Now, naturally, my fingers would be nowhere near the trigger itself. Considering you saw me toying with the thing, you must've seen my fingers never going near the trigger. Secondly, even if you did bump into me and the thing goes off, the likelihood of an injury is astronomical at best. I could just toss the gun up into the air, and at most you get a really bad public disturbance. So before you tell me how to operate something you probably don't even know how to use, have more faith in the people who made the things. Also known as me!"
Similar to the girl, his tone of voice, albeit muffled, was of hard-won confidence. It was clear he was not bullshitting the girl at all. He would've kept going.
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He definitely would've kept going. He had argued with plenty of people before. None of them were kids, but he had a feeling they had about equal intelligence to them half the time. It was only Desco that stopped him, and for good reason. Just as he was about to speak again, he adjusted his eyes to look towards the purple haired girl. He looks down to the bottom of her dress as a tail appears from underneath it, lifting her up and a little forward. Eyes widened, he remains silent as the purple haired girl grows taller and taller. Holy shit... this is.. not normal.. at all..
Gotta be a dream.. gotta be a dream. These kinds of thoughts were racing through his head as the purple haired girl stood on her tail, looking down at him from a little bit of a distance. Maybe about a foot or so. Whatever it was, it was a little frightening. He lets out a slightly nervous grunt as the purple haired girl leaned forward, staring at him with her yellow eyes.
All eyes were on him. He let in a sharp intake of breath as the thing began to speak, only to grow a lot less nervous as the thing actually spoke. What the fuck was it even saying? Almost all of what it said had the word 'Desco' at the start of it. Was that her name? Desco? Who's named DESCO?!
Looking up at Desco, he lets in a deep breath, trying to keep his composure as he begins to explain. "Alright, miss.. uh.. Desco. You don't appear to understand, so I'll explain in a language that is probably universal. Basically, your friends bumped into me. I shouted at them. Your more immature friend proceeds to comment on compensation, and you know the rest. Does that explain?" He secretly hoped it did. He didn't want to get into a wrestling match with the thing, especially with the kid right in front of him, looking like she was going to gut him with a knife. If so, he needed a strategy.
Thoughts racing through his head, he came up with an exit strategy that could work. The shooting range was only a few feet behind him, and there was still a huge crowd there from what he could tell. So, if worse came to worse, he could make a swift kick towards the kid, hopefully knocking her over. Then, he'd probably shoot the person next to her... whom looked a lot like the kid in front of her. Whatever, I'll probably shoot him after I kick the kid. Then, I'll turn around, and proceed to run like hell towards the range. Hopefully there I can use the cover of the crowd to escape. If needed, I can shoot the.. Desco. It should at least distract it long enough to buy him some time to escape.
Probably so, considering she was probably close enough to hear him warning everyone else about what he was doing. They didn't appear to be having THAT much of a problem with him. Granted, they did occasionally talk back, but never pushed their luck like these kids tried to do. It reminded him about the third group of people that he knew existed, and like all the others were easy to notice. It's the people that pushed their luck until they couldn't push it no further, and acting confused when their luck breaks and they find themselves in the biggest shithole known to his kind. Which was, in all actuality, the bottom of a frozen lake. He's seen that kind of thing happen before. One of the favored, and most gruesome, manners of punishment back in the land of eternal winter was death by hypothermia. Basically, the criminal is tied up to a board about his size, and a giant hole is created in the frozen over lakes and oceans. Typically, the criminal is then tossed into the hole, where he is then left to either drown or slowly die from hypothermia. It was effective in a lot of ways, and Ballad himself had witnessed some of these executions personally. He wasn't entirely sure, however, if the bodies were ever recovered, or the bodies were left to eventually become part of the ice in the frozen lakes.
Whatever. It hardly mattered here. Hell, he'd like to toss this kid into a frozen lake and watch HER drown or die from the cold. Doesn't even look like she's wearing proper clothing for that harsh weather. Looks like a black robe that covers her back, and who knows what could be underneath it. He hoped that this kid wasn't seriously so stupid as to have nothing else underneath that robe, as he'd then start to wonder about her maturity. And the last thing he'd want to do is argue with a kid about maturity. Because all kids would do is just bitch and moan about how they were 'big boys now' and can 'do whatever they want.' He'd just shake his head and tell them off. That, or he'd just treat them like he would treat any kid. Usually involves lip smacking and saying 'awww...'
He was about to continue his rant when he noticed something change on the girl's face. He couldn't exactly tell what had happened, but he had a sneaking suspicion he had struck a nerve somewhere within that girl. He noticed how she bent forward a little, and how the bangs of her hair slipped in front of her eyes. Ballad kept his revolver held up high, though he did not aim it at the girl or at anyone else in the area. He cocked his head to the left a bit, keeping his eyes on her as she looked back up at him, a look of disgust on her face. This is odd. Very odd. Kids don't make those kind of looks. Even the most spoiled, brat-like kids don't make looks like that. No... this is more.. supernatural. Something... otherworldly.. and he didn't like that.
Quote:“That wasn’t very nice Onii-san.” Ururu said glancing at his lower extremities for only second before her eyes moved to reassert themselves the scarf obscured face.
Ballad followed the girl's gaze as she looked down at his pants, shaking his head in complete disappointment. He did not respond to her first statement. Yeah, it wasn't very nice. So what? Back in my world, we'd bitch slap a kid for talking back. Some families told stories of boogeymen, and kept them in line by threatening to leave them outside their homes late at night for the boogeymen to abduct them and cook them into soup.
Quote:“Does Oni-san have an inferiority complex or is he just compensating?”
It was here that Ballad realized something was most definitely off about this girl. Never, not in the history of anything he had ever seen, heard, or whatever other senses he had, a girl saying something like that to an elder. Something like that would most DEFINITELY be a call for a bitch slapping in his world. The other thing that didn't quite make sense was the rather... dirty words she was using. She was obviously talking about his dick, which he honestly couldn't care that much about. I mean, it was a means of procreation and a way to urinate. Why would people need to be obsessed with the size of it? That's just perverted. Hell, now that I think about it, absolutely NO kid on any planet would say perverted things like that.
"First off, if your first response to someone berating you for interrupting them while they were in the middle of checking their weapon is to look at their dick and start accusing them of compensation, then you really don't score any points on the maturity scale. It just makes you look like you have literally no way to argue with someone else." Ballad was about to continue on, probably about how a kid should be respecting their elders and listening to their advice, when he noticed the kid looking up at his gun. Rolling his eyes back up at it, he slowly curls his index finger around the trigger guard, careful not to touch the trigger itself. The kid must not have known the gun wasn't deconstructed. In fact, he had finished reconstruction by the time they started talking. His eyes darted towards her free hand, seeing it shake slightly. He wasn't sure why, but he was starting to dislike the position he was in more and more. This kid wasn't normal, and something tells him something was going on with her.
Quote:“The question is though” Ururu continued with a carefully played pause, even as her eyes took him apart, stripping him in more ways than one, “is why Oni-san would be stupid enough to field strip his weapon in a crowded area while it’s loaded.”
Stupid enough to field strip his weapon... good question, actually. He had to admit, that was a valid point. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to be doing that out here. Especially with the bomb setting. It wasn't really meant to be checked out out in public. Wait, was he thinking?! He invented the fucking thing! He knows the gun inside and out! Of course it was perfectly safe to handle in unorthodox locations. All the more proof this kid didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
"Here's my answer, kid. And stop shaking your hand like that, it's weird. And stop calling me this.. Oni-San, whatever that is. The answer is this. Even if I was field stripping my weapon out in public, the gun would be pointing at the side. Now, naturally, my fingers would be nowhere near the trigger itself. Considering you saw me toying with the thing, you must've seen my fingers never going near the trigger. Secondly, even if you did bump into me and the thing goes off, the likelihood of an injury is astronomical at best. I could just toss the gun up into the air, and at most you get a really bad public disturbance. So before you tell me how to operate something you probably don't even know how to use, have more faith in the people who made the things. Also known as me!"
Similar to the girl, his tone of voice, albeit muffled, was of hard-won confidence. It was clear he was not bullshitting the girl at all. He would've kept going.
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He definitely would've kept going. He had argued with plenty of people before. None of them were kids, but he had a feeling they had about equal intelligence to them half the time. It was only Desco that stopped him, and for good reason. Just as he was about to speak again, he adjusted his eyes to look towards the purple haired girl. He looks down to the bottom of her dress as a tail appears from underneath it, lifting her up and a little forward. Eyes widened, he remains silent as the purple haired girl grows taller and taller. Holy shit... this is.. not normal.. at all..
Gotta be a dream.. gotta be a dream. These kinds of thoughts were racing through his head as the purple haired girl stood on her tail, looking down at him from a little bit of a distance. Maybe about a foot or so. Whatever it was, it was a little frightening. He lets out a slightly nervous grunt as the purple haired girl leaned forward, staring at him with her yellow eyes.
Quote:"You aren't making any sense!" Desco righted her body, looking less cross as she got that off of her chest."Desco doesn't understand but Desco and Ururu and Hikaru haven't done anything wrong. Desco isn't even planning on going up to every person here to splatter their bodies into tiny bits like a Final Boss would do! She just came to have fun."
All eyes were on him. He let in a sharp intake of breath as the thing began to speak, only to grow a lot less nervous as the thing actually spoke. What the fuck was it even saying? Almost all of what it said had the word 'Desco' at the start of it. Was that her name? Desco? Who's named DESCO?!
Looking up at Desco, he lets in a deep breath, trying to keep his composure as he begins to explain. "Alright, miss.. uh.. Desco. You don't appear to understand, so I'll explain in a language that is probably universal. Basically, your friends bumped into me. I shouted at them. Your more immature friend proceeds to comment on compensation, and you know the rest. Does that explain?" He secretly hoped it did. He didn't want to get into a wrestling match with the thing, especially with the kid right in front of him, looking like she was going to gut him with a knife. If so, he needed a strategy.
Thoughts racing through his head, he came up with an exit strategy that could work. The shooting range was only a few feet behind him, and there was still a huge crowd there from what he could tell. So, if worse came to worse, he could make a swift kick towards the kid, hopefully knocking her over. Then, he'd probably shoot the person next to her... whom looked a lot like the kid in front of her. Whatever, I'll probably shoot him after I kick the kid. Then, I'll turn around, and proceed to run like hell towards the range. Hopefully there I can use the cover of the crowd to escape. If needed, I can shoot the.. Desco. It should at least distract it long enough to buy him some time to escape.
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