- Location
- boundless optimism
Eh, I think that's long enough. Gonna have the post out tonight or tomorrow.
Polluted Jianghu: 新年少鹏
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The Shabu Shabu Psycho
- Location
- boundless optimism
Now.
You turn and stand, kicking the car you were hiding behind at the meeting. It's instinct, a wheel that got stuck in a rut and started rolling downhill. While on fire. There's screaming and someone is taking a picture as they fall into the howling ravine locally known as 'oh god, why did I let my nuts be kicked." Somehow you get the feeling you're still sore about. Uh. Was it yesterday? Yeah, call it yesterday.
It turns lazy circles. A scream, you're behind it, staff posed to smash the car to bits and the three yakuza into paste.
But-
"Hi, buddy~" Oh god you hate that voice. Metal screeches. The sound of steel on steel. The car flies away in pieces, each chunk of engine glowing cherry red around the edges. Wood meets metal. Wang is an older man, thirty to forty, shaved bald. His grin, his death head's smile, shines pearly white under the moon. You feel the tremors in your staff, his katana pressed against your staff as the two of you struggle for supreme macho dominance. "Y'wanna get it on?"
"Hit me, baby." You whisper out. A blob of red drips down his nose. And this close, under the bright moon, you can see his eyes. Shot with red silk veins. And at the edge of his lips- wait is that a shotgun what the fu-
It roars like ten cannons. Heat touches your face, a cone of orange fire diffusing into the violet sky. The sudden brightness blinds you.
You kick him away, blinking the stars away from your eyes. "C'mon! C'mon! Bring it!" Wang's yelling. Where's the other two? A flicker of white in the end- no, that's just the floaters. Yuexia's over there, floating over the field of automobiles, dodging through a hail of misaimed fire.
"Wang get the fuck over here!" One of them yells.
"Oh, right." Wang turns, not sparing you a look. You seize the opportunity, exploding forwards with the staff aimed at his neck.
It doesn't really surprise you that he sees it coming. Or hears it. When you took off you dug a trench in the gravel. The muscle (some sort of vanguard captain, so why is he betraying his employer?) turns and bats it away with the double barrelled shotgun, you bring the staff back to impact his bone.
He grins wider and steel whistles above your head as you duck. You sweep his legs out from under him and he just rolls with it. He's back on his feet, he's faster than what you'd expect. It's viscous, the way he moves. Feral energy bottled and channeled into some fucking metaphor, you don't know, it's hard enough just to react to how fast he moves, jerking around in insectoid movements. One moment he's here. Next, he's there. He moves into your spear, forcing you to scramble backwards to hit him properly. The air split, steel cutting in the space that had your eyes, your neck, your arms. You're barely dodging. He shouldn't be this fast, he's telegraphing like he's sending collect calls to Almaty.
Fuck it. If everything goes wrong, kid, this voice again, ain't nothing wrong with rushing it.
The haft vibrates under your grip. You parry a left diagonal cut, leaving Wang open for a split second. All you need, really. You drop the spear and rush him, goring him with your shoulder and smashing him into the concrete again. He tries some kind of arm lock, you dig your fingers into the space between the triceps and the biceps and hook.
Before you can find a metaphor for the pain in his eyes he drives his forehead into your nose. Pain, hot and metallic, courses through you, drawing your mouth into an adrenaline snarl. Blood runs down your lips, his blood mixing with yours.
Wait. That's weirdly romantic.
A manhole cover hits him on the side of his head and he skidded off like a hockey puck. Yuexia, one arm stained with blood, looks at you. One of the lieutenants is on the ground. Is he breathing? You can't tell. She looks like she's in a waking dream, unsure and-
You kick the staff by your side in your waiting hand. You throw it like a javelin, it impacts the impression of movement sneaking behind her.
"Thanks!" she shouts. You almost nod, but then that shit pulls you by the ponytail into the ground. You throw an arm up half on instinct, and not a second too late. It slides into your forearm like a knife through tofu, stopping millimeters away from your neck. The grey steel of a shotgun fills your vision. Hot blood splatters into your eye. You crush the barrel in your grip and claw strips of skin and muscle off of the arm that holds it. He stops you. In the face. Your poor nose. Your poor everything. You can't see shit, the world is too bright
The sword slides out of your arm without a sound. He keeps it polished, you guess. At least you probably don't have to worry about infection. "C'mon," Youxia says, landing by you. She drags you up, on the arm with the sword wound. Asshole. "You still up?"
"Yeah," you cough out. "Watch the- ow. Holy shit."
Wang stands up. He's been kicked into a car. There's a dent on the side. "Ow." He doesn't really look hurt. He looks like he's just showing off. "That was pretty mean, yo. We had something. I don't appreciate you getting in the middle of it. Very rude!"
Yuexia looks at you. You look back. "What?" you ask.
"Nothing. The other two aren't moving." You notice she doesn't say dead. "How tough is-"
There is a blur of movement. Something hits you on the head. And the world faded into black.
You woke up with fuel oil dripping into your eyes. Thick steel bands tie your arms to an uncomfortable chair. You can't move. There's no space to. The entire room smells like old copper. Blink.
It's an interrogation room, you realize. The walls are solid concrete. Old and mouldy. A single lightbulb provides flickering illumination. Your arm aches. Your nose sends faint pulses of pain through your head. Yuexia is next to you. She's trussed up the same. "Well," you cough. "I fucked up. Should've gotten a haircut"
"It was a group effort. And don't. It looks cute on you." she reassures you. You smile but you're not sure if she sees it.
A finger snaps. Oh, right. "That's very heartwarming," the whisperer says, snapping his fingers to get your attention. Ooh, fuck. That's Kirishima's accountant. And… and, okay, you don't recognize Samurai Bun, but there's Wang by the door, keeping an eye out. You're happy to see he's still treating the arm you clawed with a touch of gingerness. "I would like to know why Ming Jian tried to kill us. Did Kirishima find out?"
"Or what?" Yuexia asks, leaning back as best she could. The accountant flips open a lighter.
[1.1] {Pain is a Teacher} "Do it, motherfucker. Free me."
[1.1] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
[1.2] {Harmonious Society} "Yeah, it was Kirishima. Someone talked."
[1.2] {Wrathful Manifestation} Break your thumb to get out of the cuffs. Then break his neck.
A/N: It's Saturday some day.
You turn and stand, kicking the car you were hiding behind at the meeting. It's instinct, a wheel that got stuck in a rut and started rolling downhill. While on fire. There's screaming and someone is taking a picture as they fall into the howling ravine locally known as 'oh god, why did I let my nuts be kicked." Somehow you get the feeling you're still sore about. Uh. Was it yesterday? Yeah, call it yesterday.
It turns lazy circles. A scream, you're behind it, staff posed to smash the car to bits and the three yakuza into paste.
But-
"Hi, buddy~" Oh god you hate that voice. Metal screeches. The sound of steel on steel. The car flies away in pieces, each chunk of engine glowing cherry red around the edges. Wood meets metal. Wang is an older man, thirty to forty, shaved bald. His grin, his death head's smile, shines pearly white under the moon. You feel the tremors in your staff, his katana pressed against your staff as the two of you struggle for supreme macho dominance. "Y'wanna get it on?"
"Hit me, baby." You whisper out. A blob of red drips down his nose. And this close, under the bright moon, you can see his eyes. Shot with red silk veins. And at the edge of his lips- wait is that a shotgun what the fu-
It roars like ten cannons. Heat touches your face, a cone of orange fire diffusing into the violet sky. The sudden brightness blinds you.
You kick him away, blinking the stars away from your eyes. "C'mon! C'mon! Bring it!" Wang's yelling. Where's the other two? A flicker of white in the end- no, that's just the floaters. Yuexia's over there, floating over the field of automobiles, dodging through a hail of misaimed fire.
"Wang get the fuck over here!" One of them yells.
"Oh, right." Wang turns, not sparing you a look. You seize the opportunity, exploding forwards with the staff aimed at his neck.
It doesn't really surprise you that he sees it coming. Or hears it. When you took off you dug a trench in the gravel. The muscle (some sort of vanguard captain, so why is he betraying his employer?) turns and bats it away with the double barrelled shotgun, you bring the staff back to impact his bone.
He grins wider and steel whistles above your head as you duck. You sweep his legs out from under him and he just rolls with it. He's back on his feet, he's faster than what you'd expect. It's viscous, the way he moves. Feral energy bottled and channeled into some fucking metaphor, you don't know, it's hard enough just to react to how fast he moves, jerking around in insectoid movements. One moment he's here. Next, he's there. He moves into your spear, forcing you to scramble backwards to hit him properly. The air split, steel cutting in the space that had your eyes, your neck, your arms. You're barely dodging. He shouldn't be this fast, he's telegraphing like he's sending collect calls to Almaty.
Fuck it. If everything goes wrong, kid, this voice again, ain't nothing wrong with rushing it.
The haft vibrates under your grip. You parry a left diagonal cut, leaving Wang open for a split second. All you need, really. You drop the spear and rush him, goring him with your shoulder and smashing him into the concrete again. He tries some kind of arm lock, you dig your fingers into the space between the triceps and the biceps and hook.
Before you can find a metaphor for the pain in his eyes he drives his forehead into your nose. Pain, hot and metallic, courses through you, drawing your mouth into an adrenaline snarl. Blood runs down your lips, his blood mixing with yours.
Wait. That's weirdly romantic.
A manhole cover hits him on the side of his head and he skidded off like a hockey puck. Yuexia, one arm stained with blood, looks at you. One of the lieutenants is on the ground. Is he breathing? You can't tell. She looks like she's in a waking dream, unsure and-
You kick the staff by your side in your waiting hand. You throw it like a javelin, it impacts the impression of movement sneaking behind her.
"Thanks!" she shouts. You almost nod, but then that shit pulls you by the ponytail into the ground. You throw an arm up half on instinct, and not a second too late. It slides into your forearm like a knife through tofu, stopping millimeters away from your neck. The grey steel of a shotgun fills your vision. Hot blood splatters into your eye. You crush the barrel in your grip and claw strips of skin and muscle off of the arm that holds it. He stops you. In the face. Your poor nose. Your poor everything. You can't see shit, the world is too bright
The sword slides out of your arm without a sound. He keeps it polished, you guess. At least you probably don't have to worry about infection. "C'mon," Youxia says, landing by you. She drags you up, on the arm with the sword wound. Asshole. "You still up?"
"Yeah," you cough out. "Watch the- ow. Holy shit."
Wang stands up. He's been kicked into a car. There's a dent on the side. "Ow." He doesn't really look hurt. He looks like he's just showing off. "That was pretty mean, yo. We had something. I don't appreciate you getting in the middle of it. Very rude!"
Yuexia looks at you. You look back. "What?" you ask.
"Nothing. The other two aren't moving." You notice she doesn't say dead. "How tough is-"
There is a blur of movement. Something hits you on the head. And the world faded into black.
You woke up with fuel oil dripping into your eyes. Thick steel bands tie your arms to an uncomfortable chair. You can't move. There's no space to. The entire room smells like old copper. Blink.
It's an interrogation room, you realize. The walls are solid concrete. Old and mouldy. A single lightbulb provides flickering illumination. Your arm aches. Your nose sends faint pulses of pain through your head. Yuexia is next to you. She's trussed up the same. "Well," you cough. "I fucked up. Should've gotten a haircut"
"It was a group effort. And don't. It looks cute on you." she reassures you. You smile but you're not sure if she sees it.
A finger snaps. Oh, right. "That's very heartwarming," the whisperer says, snapping his fingers to get your attention. Ooh, fuck. That's Kirishima's accountant. And… and, okay, you don't recognize Samurai Bun, but there's Wang by the door, keeping an eye out. You're happy to see he's still treating the arm you clawed with a touch of gingerness. "I would like to know why Ming Jian tried to kill us. Did Kirishima find out?"
"Or what?" Yuexia asks, leaning back as best she could. The accountant flips open a lighter.
[1.1] {Pain is a Teacher} "Do it, motherfucker. Free me."
[1.1] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
[1.2] {Harmonious Society} "Yeah, it was Kirishima. Someone talked."
[1.2] {Wrathful Manifestation} Break your thumb to get out of the cuffs. Then break his neck.
A/N: It's Saturday some day.
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- Location
- England
...huh, these guys...
Were shit. Are shit. Ain'tn't shit.
...now what?
[X] {Harmonious Society} "Yeah, it was Kirishima. Someone talked."
EMERGENCY HARMONIZATION out of lack of better options, I guess.
Were shit. Are shit. Ain'tn't shit.
...now what?
[X] {Harmonious Society} "Yeah, it was Kirishima. Someone talked."
EMERGENCY HARMONIZATION out of lack of better options, I guess.
- Location
- Auckland
[x] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
- Location
- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
[X] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
We cannot abandon Communism just out of simple convenience. Right thought is necessary for right action.
We cannot abandon Communism just out of simple convenience. Right thought is necessary for right action.
HoratioVonBecker
Imperfectly Aligned
[X] {Wrathful Manifestation} Break your thumb to get out of the cuffs. Then break his neck.
- Location
- USA
[x] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
- Location
- Ostren
[X] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
correct your thoughts. the ccp is the way for china to rule for generations
correct your thoughts. the ccp is the way for china to rule for generations
- Location
- Singapore
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
Xilentxium
Existential Crisis Management
- Location
- Temperate Regions
[X] {Harmonious Society} "Yeah, it was Kirishima. Someone talked."
- Location
- in the trash
[X] {Pain is a Teacher} "Do it, motherfucker. Free me."
- Location
- Fort Worth, TX
[X] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
- Location
- Australia
[x] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
Memes are the DNA of the soul
Memes are the DNA of the soul
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
[X] {Harmonious Society} "Yeah, it was Kirishima. Someone talked."
Fuck with their heads. Violence didn't work so...
Fuck with their heads. Violence didn't work so...
- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
- Location
- NYC
What? Is he betraying his employer? This is re: Wang right?