05-30-2017, 08:22 PM
The lock to the front door of the Hufflepunk Hideout clicks open.
***
Kuzuru's smile does not falter as he wanders in confidently.
Broken bottles of Butterbeer litter the creaking floor of the living room, mixed here and there with odd bits of drug paraphanelia. The walls are alive with moving graffiti, both from Luci and the Hufflepunk gangsters who have learned her tricks. What furniture there was in the room has been pushed to the sides, the old decaying couches blocking all the doors except the front. The windows are boarded up, the only light comes from a buzzing florescent bulb in the ceiling, and of course, Luci.
She sits calmly in the center of the room in a tiny pink plastic chair, her elbows on a tiny pink plastic table, her bioluminescent glow swirling weirdly. She smiles at Kuzuru when he enters and waves with her right hand, then motions for him to sit in the adjacent tiny plastic seat.
Kuzuru notes that duct-taped to Luci's left hand is a Mobile Dataverse Devise.
He slowly sits down.
***
The fake tea gets old fast.
"Where's the Deathblades?" the demon asks of his prepubescent fan club. The gang of anime orphans were huge fans of the Ashen Blades, and would have been overjoyed at the opportunity to meet the leader, Kuzuru.
Luci sips her nonexistent tea. "They have business to attend to," she says without exposition.
Silence. Kuzuru can feel the strange, druggy tentacle of Luci's astral presence trying to worm into his mind, but he shakes it off.
"Hey," he says suddenly. "If I helped out you and Foghorn back in that dream shouldn't I get some kind of cut?"
Luci nods. Her eyes focus and unfocus, tracing strange geometric symbols across her pupils.
"About a hundred OM," she says breathilly.
Kuzuru pauses. "This isn't about the money, Luci. You can't buy your way out."
The psychedelic girl shrugs. "I know you're not about the money," she says as she cracks a wide smile, revealing a set of sparkling diamond encrusted teeth. "Because I AM about the money."
Luci chews on her finger lightly as turns her strange gaze towards Kuzuru, her iris's fluctuating extremely fast. The demon returns a cocky smile.
"I'm not guaranteeing anything," he says fairly. "But you might be able to fuck your way out."
Luci giggles and bats her eyelashes. "I dunno, I think you might be too rough for me, cutie."
Luci lights a cigarette awkwardly, with one hand.
"What's that for?" the bounty hunter asks finally, pointing to the Mobile Dataverse Device taped to her hand. "Gonna call my Mommy?"
Luci's eyes unfocus for a moment, the kaleidoscope widening, as she seems to stare off into space. It is several seconds before she replies. "Yes," she says simply.
Kuzuru frowns. "I'm bored. This tea party was your last shot," the demon says as he cracks his neck.
Luci calmly shakes her head, causing little bits of glitter to fall from her hair. "No Renji, this is YOUR last shot."
Luci tilts the screen of the Mobile Dataverse Device so he can see it.
***
BOUNTY
Subject: Kuzuru/Renji Kiyomasa
Reward (Dead): 1000 OM
Last Seen: 76 West Hover Avenue, Teir-5, Corruscant, 3:30 PM
Status: Pending Activation
***
Luci leans back in her seat and blows out a thick cloud of rainbow smoke.
"Because I'm ALL about the money, and so is the rest of the Omniverse," she says as she stretches. "So here's my offer."
Luci's eyes focus, stop fluctuating, and become the glowing orbs Kuzuru remembers from the Astral Realm.
"600 OM for a treaty. That means you, and every member of the Ashen Blades, agree to never attack any Westside Gangster, and vice versa, forever."
Luci's eyes shine brightly through the cloud of smoke.
"If you decline, I'll press this button, give you a 1000 OM bounty, and I'll vanish," she says. Her face and tone seems apologetic. "And you'll never ever catch me, because I'm just too fast for you Renji. So please, for everyone's sake, fuck off, and stay fucked off?"
***
Kuzuru's smile does not falter as he wanders in confidently.
Broken bottles of Butterbeer litter the creaking floor of the living room, mixed here and there with odd bits of drug paraphanelia. The walls are alive with moving graffiti, both from Luci and the Hufflepunk gangsters who have learned her tricks. What furniture there was in the room has been pushed to the sides, the old decaying couches blocking all the doors except the front. The windows are boarded up, the only light comes from a buzzing florescent bulb in the ceiling, and of course, Luci.
She sits calmly in the center of the room in a tiny pink plastic chair, her elbows on a tiny pink plastic table, her bioluminescent glow swirling weirdly. She smiles at Kuzuru when he enters and waves with her right hand, then motions for him to sit in the adjacent tiny plastic seat.
Kuzuru notes that duct-taped to Luci's left hand is a Mobile Dataverse Devise.
He slowly sits down.
***
The fake tea gets old fast.
"Where's the Deathblades?" the demon asks of his prepubescent fan club. The gang of anime orphans were huge fans of the Ashen Blades, and would have been overjoyed at the opportunity to meet the leader, Kuzuru.
Luci sips her nonexistent tea. "They have business to attend to," she says without exposition.
Silence. Kuzuru can feel the strange, druggy tentacle of Luci's astral presence trying to worm into his mind, but he shakes it off.
"Hey," he says suddenly. "If I helped out you and Foghorn back in that dream shouldn't I get some kind of cut?"
Luci nods. Her eyes focus and unfocus, tracing strange geometric symbols across her pupils.
"About a hundred OM," she says breathilly.
Kuzuru pauses. "This isn't about the money, Luci. You can't buy your way out."
The psychedelic girl shrugs. "I know you're not about the money," she says as she cracks a wide smile, revealing a set of sparkling diamond encrusted teeth. "Because I AM about the money."
Luci chews on her finger lightly as turns her strange gaze towards Kuzuru, her iris's fluctuating extremely fast. The demon returns a cocky smile.
"I'm not guaranteeing anything," he says fairly. "But you might be able to fuck your way out."
Luci giggles and bats her eyelashes. "I dunno, I think you might be too rough for me, cutie."
Luci lights a cigarette awkwardly, with one hand.
"What's that for?" the bounty hunter asks finally, pointing to the Mobile Dataverse Device taped to her hand. "Gonna call my Mommy?"
Luci's eyes unfocus for a moment, the kaleidoscope widening, as she seems to stare off into space. It is several seconds before she replies. "Yes," she says simply.
Kuzuru frowns. "I'm bored. This tea party was your last shot," the demon says as he cracks his neck.
Luci calmly shakes her head, causing little bits of glitter to fall from her hair. "No Renji, this is YOUR last shot."
Luci tilts the screen of the Mobile Dataverse Device so he can see it.
***
BOUNTY
Subject: Kuzuru/Renji Kiyomasa
Reward (Dead): 1000 OM
Last Seen: 76 West Hover Avenue, Teir-5, Corruscant, 3:30 PM
Status: Pending Activation
***
Luci leans back in her seat and blows out a thick cloud of rainbow smoke.
"Because I'm ALL about the money, and so is the rest of the Omniverse," she says as she stretches. "So here's my offer."
Luci's eyes focus, stop fluctuating, and become the glowing orbs Kuzuru remembers from the Astral Realm.
"600 OM for a treaty. That means you, and every member of the Ashen Blades, agree to never attack any Westside Gangster, and vice versa, forever."
Luci's eyes shine brightly through the cloud of smoke.
"If you decline, I'll press this button, give you a 1000 OM bounty, and I'll vanish," she says. Her face and tone seems apologetic. "And you'll never ever catch me, because I'm just too fast for you Renji. So please, for everyone's sake, fuck off, and stay fucked off?"
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