Gabriel Reyes (
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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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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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[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.]
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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.
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[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.
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[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.]
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Not that I liked babysitting, but it's fucking unfortunate.
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[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.
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That's a tall order. [And an even taller one for him to admit.]
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But it's possible.
Just run into that idiot, Jaime Dodger.
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That is not a fair comparison.
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Going to take it you've met the half-cocked idiot already.
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[He sprawls backward in his chair, stretching his arms out above him like a cat.]
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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.
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You say "brat" like he's a kid; he's probably my age, even if he doesn't act it.
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[...Ignore how Dad that sentence was, it was a perfectly good point.]
Even worse when that kid won't leave me the hell alone.
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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?
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I dunno, something an idiot with no experience can figure out, probably.
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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.
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...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.
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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.
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I hope you're prepared to teach an idiot. I don't know anything about combat or guns, outside of reading some books.
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...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.
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Right. My bad.
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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.
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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.]
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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?]
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[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.
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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.
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Not in the least.
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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.
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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.]
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He doesn't answer the other right away, before he just shakes his head.]
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I'd say I'm at least twice over your head, brat.
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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.
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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.
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You look pretty good for 56, even with the spooky aesthetic. And yeah. I actually missed my own 24th birthday.
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[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.
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[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.
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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.
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Yeah but usually younger doesn't mean smarter, either.