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You waited for the lightning storm, though it

who: Reaper

hellshot and Ichimatsu

ichimyatsu
what: Talking, catching up that they still haven't done
when: July 6th
where: Floor 8
warnings: Two vulgar guys who know Zero chill, so...

[Just as promised, when Ichimatsu shows up to floor 8, the fussy ghost isn't anywhere in the flat itself.

He's idle, out on the balcony. Taken up residence on a particularly too-small looking lounge chair, a leg stretched out on it as he stares down at the city below. This place is honestly better than being on the Eluvio--with the downside of lacking the privacy his quarters back on that ship had.

When Ichimatsu shows up, he'll wave an ungloved, scarred up hand at the other, gesturing for him to take a seat on the other lounger. He's far more suitably sized for it, at least.

There's a bag with some fresh fruit, biscuits, and canned juice in it. All things Reaper really didn't need here, in a place with so much nature.]

Anyone bother you in their way in? I can shoot at them if you want.

[Is this sarcasm?]

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[It's a little strange, maybe, to be meandering through someone else's living space, but it's decidedly stranger to be doing so to visit someone. The only friends they'd ever really had had been each other, Chibita, and the bizarre gaggle of neighbors that had somehow never quite left since their childhood, so having someone classifiable as a friend was still a bizarre concept to Ichimatsu.]

[With Reaper, though, he didn't mind it. It was unspoken, with them, there were no expectations, they could just tolerate one another and commiserate about everyone else they couldn't. It was maybe the only positive thing he'd gained from his time on the Eluvio.]

[He traipsed through the communal housing and out to the balcony as told, slinking like a cat until he spots Gabriel, at which point he merely slinks slightly faster, and nods his head when waved to. He climbs into the lounge and steps out of his sandals, drawing his knees to his chest and folding his arms over them. He peruses the bag of food, but doesn't claim anything just yet, looking up and cracking a sideways grin.]

Yeah, weird little guy with messy hair. Seems to be sitting right across from you now, you should totally shoot him.

[Only if this is, also.]

Edited 2017-07-07 06:13 (UTC)

['Friend' was a difficult word, to say the least. There was very few, countable perhaps on one hand--people he'd even remotely consider calling something like that. Ichimatsu might be one of them, but even admitting something like that would be difficult.

However, given how the catlike man didn't expect Gabriel to say a word about that, much less bring up the topic himself? It was much easier to settle with the idea quietly to himself without having to address it. (Pictured on this balcony, two perfectly socially-functional people.)

He gives the other a look, almost considering him for a minute as Ichimatsu puts Reaper's hypothetical target on his own head--and he gives a low snort. Almost like a laugh as his head shakes once.]

Taking a second to consider it, and I decided it's a waste of bullets.

Could throw you over the balcony, though.

Fall might kill you.

[And really, maybe that was exactly why they were friends. Friend was a difficult word, neither of them wanted to talk about it, neither of them were really socially graceful in any respect, and that was honestly just fine. Probably, even, one of the only things that was honestly fine with them both.]

[He chuffs his own snort of a laugh in return, shrugging his shoulders and reaching out to grab something from the bag. He's not entirely sure what the fruit is that he's picked up, and he turns it over in his hand a few times, still grinning.]

Eh, let's not take the chance. I'm not here for "might kill you"s.

Can't blame you for that. Wouldn't want to leave you out for everyone to see, at the bottom floor screaming about broken legs or something.

[He waves a hand at the other...

And then actually turns his head to look at the other. Resting his knuckles against the 'cheek' of his skull-like mask, regarding the other as he goes through the bag of odd fruits and other snacks.]

Going to guess that Karamatsu went back to normal. [Because if Reaper had to, then the sparkly kid would have to, too, right.]

[He offers another laugh, sounding reasonably sincerely amused for a moment, if in that bizarrely hateful way he does everything that makes you wonder how sincere anything he ever does is. As soon as Karamatsu comes up, his eyes make a valiant attempt at rolling back in his head and he grumbles, setting the fruit he'd picked up back down and looking the other way, burrowing into his arms.]

Not that I liked babysitting, but it's fucking unfortunate.

Edited 2017-07-07 08:12 (UTC)

Could be worse.

[That sentence has literally become his fucking motto lately, how sad was that. He can feel his nose screwing up as a sour expression settles over his hidden features.]

Some of the people who are here are far more fucking irritating than that brother of yours can be.

[He grumbles.]

That's a tall order. [And an even taller one for him to admit.]

Yeah, it is.

But it's possible.

Just run into that idiot, Jaime Dodger.

[He rolls his eyes and makes a frustrated groan of a sound nearly immediately.]

That is not a fair comparison.

[that reaction was golden. It makes Reaper tip his head back for a moment, letting out a smoky laugh.]

Going to take it you've met the half-cocked idiot already.

Briefly. He bounced back and forth like a ping pong ball from what seemed like innocently offensive comments to straight up acting like he knew me. I'd say more than half-cocked he's half-cooked.

[He sprawls backward in his chair, stretching his arms out above him like a cat.]

Edited 2017-07-18 01:31 (UTC)

[A low rumble escapes the wraith's throat at Ichimatsu's last comment, looking off the side of the Balcony where they're sitting.]

Half-cooked isn't far from the truth. Careful around him--he's more than he seems. Might be the electricity he controls that fries his brain.

[But:]

He's just a bored brat who wants attention. And like a brat, the way he gets it is by saying and doing shit that you'd normally fucking keep wrapped up.

[His scrunches his nose and squints his eyes nearly closed, looking overall quite thoroughly displeased, and curls back in on himself on the lounge.]

You say "brat" like he's a kid; he's probably my age, even if he doesn't act it.

Someone who kicks up a fuss just to get a reaction out of people are kids. It doesn't matter what their age is, if they keep acting their shoe size.

[...Ignore how Dad that sentence was, it was a perfectly good point.]

Even worse when that kid won't leave me the hell alone.

[He snorts a laugh, rolling his eyes just a touch.]

Well gee, maybe stop being so cool or something. He probably gets off on the fact that you're stoic and uninterested. Seems the type.

[Reaper fames himself on being cold and uninterested thank you very much. But of all things, having that pointed out actually gets a reaction out of the wraith.

As in, he actually makes a audible 'ugh' noise under the confines of his mask, a hand moving over his face.]

I don't want to have a chat on what the bastard gets off on, I know too fucking much already.

Only thing that's keeping me from killing him here is retaliation from any shitty friends he's made, or from the government here.

I don't feel like going on a murder-spree for the sake of one man's lack of self control.

[He's not scared of 'retaliation', he just really doesn't want to waste ammo.]

[He snorts his way into laughter, the sound a bit unhinged, and he laces his fingers together atop his knees, hugging them to himself in a picture of gleeful sadism.]

I don't really figure he's worth it, and he'd probably also get off on you trying. So all around a bad idea.

[A beat.]

...could you teach me how to shoot sometime?

[Well that was a topic changer.]

[His only reaction to a comment like that is a sound of complete distaste. He snorts out an irritated sort of sound, a cloud of fog escaping from under the confines of his mask.

At least the way Ichimatsu laughs is enough to keep him from making a sour comment back, and he raises a hand to wave that conversation off.

It's dead.

A more interesting question means a more interesting conversation.]

You've asked the right person. I've taught more people how to shoot than you've likely met in your life.

What sort of firearm are you interested in, brat?

[He hums in thought, shrugging his shoulders and reaching out to pull his knees closer to himself again.]

I dunno, something an idiot with no experience can figure out, probably.

[He seems to think about that--before getting up off his chair.

He exits the balcony, his bottom half turning into a cloud of smoke as he glides inside...

And in a few minutes he returns, handing Ichimatsu a G17.]

Don't use these myself, normally. But it's easier to keep under your pillow than a shotgun is.

If you're going to learn how to shoot, starting with this is your best bet.

[Ichimatsu sits up, unsure if he ought to be following or not, and folds his legs underneath him like he plans to just as Reaper returns. He wasn't actively expecting to be handed a gun like that, but he reaches out to carefully take it. It's... heavier, maybe, than he was expecting, and he keeps his finger away from the trigger for the time being.]

...ah, dunno that I'll keep it under my pillow, Karamatsu lives with me now. He'd be liable to shoot himself on accident. Or shoot me.

[he makes a face that is almost certainly one the other won't see--but the way Reaper flinches backwards with distaste is pretty telling.]

Hide it in a fucking drawer or something. Last thing I need to hear is he shot himself in the foot by accident or something.

Best keep it somewhere safe until you figure out how to handle it, anyway.

[He nods, turning it over in his hands and inspecting it, running his fingers over it. It's clear he's not real sure what to do with it, but he appreciates it all the same.]

I hope you're prepared to teach an idiot. I don't know anything about combat or guns, outside of reading some books.

[He reaches forward...

...And smacks Ichimatsu upside the head with his hand. He'll at least avoid nicking him with his claws, but--]

Calling yourself an idiot in terms of training relieves you of responsibility of getting better.

If you're going to be training under me, first and foremost: You don't underestimate my ability.
I've trained city slickers from the richest families and the lowest sort of criminal from the slums.

If I can train someone like Jesse Mccree...
I can train someone like you.

[Things he was not expecting: that. He flinches, and looks more than a little affronted, but as a whole doesn't seem entirely bothered by the gesture. Okay, he had a point. He hadn't intended it that way, but that did kind of undermine Reaper's ability to train him. He quirks his mouth, nodding slowly and then ducking his head a little farther in a sheepish bow.]

Right. My bad.

[Sorry, man. If there's one thing he doesn't abide, it's people denoting their own capability to become stronger. When the other half-assedly apologizes--Reaper smirks under the hidden hollows of his mask.]

I'll make up a practice range for you on the outskirts of the city in the next few days. Somewhere people won't freak out at the sound of gunfire.

Last thing I need is for the assholes I live with to come running, weapons drawn, to try to take me down again.

[No apologies needed. If there's one good thing about Ichimatsu, it's that he's pretty good at taking straightforward criticism. He already thinks he's worthless garbage, if somebody gives him an actual point of specific trouble it really just gives him something to pinpoint. He swipes his hair back into its previous messy state (which, really, is not different than the shift Reaper's hand caused, but you know how cats are about their fur being ruffled), and then frowns at his hand.]

Again? What are you, some kind of vigilante? The hero we need, but not the one we deserve or some shit? [Ichimatsu when the fuck did you read Batman.]

[...Right. He and Sombra never did let those aboard the Eluvio know exactly what it was he and the other got up to before they landed on the ship.

He shakes his head.]

Don't call me a Hero. I'm far from that.

I was a mercenary. I worked for a group called Talon. I carried out tasks that they asked of me, for money, protection, and comfort.

...

Talon is considered a 'Terrorist' group.

[Do you have regrets yet?]

It was a Batman joke, heroes are for TV shows and Karamatsu's dreams.

[He stretches a little, rolling his shoulders and setting the gun he was handed aside carefully, leaning back on his hands.]

I hope you're not expecting that to make me afraid of you.

...Batman. That's one hell of an old classic.

They don't write films like that anymore.

[A sarcastic, almost dry laugh--as he eyes the other with a nearly tired look.]

Most people usually do get weary when I tell them shit like that.

But you never struck me as the type to be big on questionable jobs and grey morals.

I mean I was born in the sixties, even if somehow there's a weird gap where we aren't actually as old as we should be in the current year. Don't ask me how it works. [Gag anime physics, man.]

Not in the least.

[....give him a second, born in the sixties, and yet Ichimatsu barely looks 25. He... doesn't get it. He really doesn't get it.]

Technically, that'd make you older than I am. [And that's fucked up, because he's easily twice Ichimatsu's age.]

...I've stopped trying to question how the hell time works.

[He snorts, raising an eyebrow.]

Well I mean, that mask makes you look like a teenager who wants it to be Halloween every day, so I couldn't really say if I'm older than you or not. [Ichimatsu you gon' get hit.]

[Yyyyyeah, Ichimatsu isn't at all the first person to say something like THAT to him. 'It's too early for Halloween' or 'What are you, some Tryhard goth' are sentences he's heard between here, Eluvio, and home too man times.

He doesn't answer the other right away, before he just shakes his head.]

[His hand comes up and he pulls his mask off, showing the other exactly how 'Old' he is. Then again, it's pretty hard to tell the age of a man who's got pallid, greying skin of a corpse with bits of bone and even rows of teeth showing on the left side, isn't it.]

I'd say I'm at least twice over your head, brat.

[Well at least he's not reacting poorly to the mask removal. He tilts his head a little, frowning, and then sits forward from his hands and actually stands up-- it really doesn't make him very much taller, but he stands on his toes to try and get a better look at the rot marring Gabe's features. He nods, setting back on his heels, and slips his hands into his pockets.]

I mean, I really had no way of knowing. Only other time I've seen you without that weird stuff was going on and you looked different. I'm 24, if it helps.

[He tips his head back just a little bit as Ichimatsu sits forward--a habit, no matter how you think about it. He really hated it when people stared, but it's not like he thought it unusual. Everyone had this reaction, in one form or another.

He frowns a little visibly, the visible teeth on one side of his head clicking together irritably.]

Right. when those herbs back on that shitty planet made me look normal for a few days.

[He hadn't forgotten--and he'd missed looking like that. normal. Not rotting away.]

24. Meaning your brothers are the same age.

Just as I thought.

Give or take a few years... I'm 56.

[His stumpy little eyebrows raise toward his hairline and he nods, frowning in an odd sort of appraisal.]

You look pretty good for 56, even with the spooky aesthetic. And yeah. I actually missed my own 24th birthday.

'Spooky Aesthetic', you call it. Died when I was in my 30s, guess I just didn't age much.

[He scoffs, a light grin on his face that makes his face twist with the world's longest and most unsettling smile before he just shakes his head.]

What do you want, a cake?

I can't bake, and birthday parties are overrated anyway.

That'd explain it.

[Ichimatsu frowns, rolling his eyes.]

I said I missed my birthday, I didn't say I wanted a party. It's just age, I just wasn't here on the date so it was weird to still think I was 23.

[He gives a low snort in reply, just waving one of his hands after a moment.]

Wasn't being serious. [Read: Reaper was joking. Reaper.]

That aside...

Age only matters in certain cases. You could be ancient and still be an idiot.

[Rotty Grandpa knows how to joke? Nnnahhh. Ichimatsu shrugs and curls back away, stretching his feet out straight in front of him when he sits back down.]

Yeah but usually younger doesn't mean smarter, either.

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