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10 May 2006 @ 07:56 pm
This Is A Test of the Audiences' Patience. [Complete]  
Character(s): Testament, Marluxia, Dizzy, Touga
Content: Tesu and Marluxia are BORED. So bored, in fact, that it seems like the only answer is to get drunk. However, knowing these two, things tail spin pretty quickly.
Setting: Marluxia's van, Hooters.
Time: Around noon.
Warnings: Swearing, lots of violence, and probably too many Pumaman references to count.



Given that Marluxia had admitted to being a lazy whore (or at least, that was how the pirate simplified it, Testament would never say such vulgar things about his friends), their original plan of scythe-bying the annoying book with Marluxia's new van had been scrapped for a more important venture. The venture just so happened to involve sitting on their asses in said van and doing what could only be described as nothing. (A good fifteen minutes away, the annoying book was screaming hysterically at his minions and blowing them to pieces in a fit of rage.)

It had been awhile since his meeting with the adorable little boy Touga, his self-proclaimed victory over Ilpalazzo, and now, after harassing a sentient book with Marluxia, he was quite bored. Testament sighed slightly and ran his fingers along the grass lining the floor of the van - he had to admit that 'Luxia did have a certain flare for design. Playing with his blood in the other hand (which he had acquired by slicing open a vein for no reason) he spoke to the other man in the "Org. Mobile" with half interest.

"Do you think we should… well, do something productive? Or will that be too much of a hassle?"
 
 
 
bellossum on May 11th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
"Productive? Nonsense." Marluxia reclined back against a side of the van, a bush of thorny roses spread about on each side of him, the buds moving to rest on his cheeks. His eyes were closed, as if asleep. He wasn't going to admit to being bored, also. Making the book annoyed had only provided entertainment for a few short moments.

He sighed, fingering a rosebud until its petals fell to the grass of the bottom of the van.

"Killing the book's out. How about we go drinking?"

When in doubt? Alcohol.
sharpenedhippie: everythingwillbeokaysharpenedhippie on May 11th, 2006 12:54 am (UTC)
"Hm. Drinking... I've never considered that." Testament waved his hands around a bit, forming the blood into this shape and that, thinking over the idea of getting drunk.

On one hand, he could completely snap, hurt and/or kill innocent people, his friend, and cause various property damage if intoxicated. On the other... well, he wouldn't be bored.

Besides, the pirate always did wish he would loosen up a little and, although all these attempts to make him drink were met with an EXE beast to the face, he supposed it couldn't hurt at least once. Too bad his pirate (yes, his) wouldn't be there to appreciate it.

"Alright. Where too, my friend?"
bellossum on May 11th, 2006 01:53 am (UTC)
Marluxia remained silent for a moment as he opened an eye to watch his companion playing with his blood.

It had been strange the first time, but the brunet was already used to it, by now. It wasn't all that weird, if you didn't think about it. Then again, it was better than water or ice, or something like that.

"I'm not sure. You have somewhere in mind?"
sharpenedhippiesharpenedhippie on May 11th, 2006 02:12 am (UTC)
He tilted his head a bit at these words, hands still idly moving in little circles around each other as the blood continued to bend to the motions. It was soothing in an odd way. Having control over something like that was rare these days.

"It doesn't matter to me, really. I can only teleport to place I know, however."

Testament really was not using any braincells to remember that he was in a van and could just drive.
winter_rosebud on May 11th, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC)
Little Touga was wandering around the campus alone again, trying to find something fun to do. He'd found a tennis ball lying around and gone to the parking lot to play some bounce-ball by himself. None of the cars seemed very good to bounce off of, though. One of them even made sirens when the ball hit it, and Touga had to hide while some angry people came and made it stop.

But now they were gone, and he needed to find a better car. Just then, he noticed a big square van off to one side. It was painted in pretty colours. Touga liked pretty colours. So he ran over to the van and started his game, throwing the ball against the back of the van and letting it bounce to the ground before catching it. Thud, bounce, catch. Thud, bounce, catch. Over and over and over again. Touga liked the boom the doors made when he hit them. He threw the ball harder to see if the noise got louder.
bellossum on May 14th, 2006 02:42 am (UTC)
"So it's off to Hooter's?" He replied, untangling himself from his plants as a loud THUD echoed through the thoroughly metal car, sounding like a bell multiplied by ten.

To say the least, his ears hurt now.

Holding a hand out, he summoned his scythe, then proceeded to hang halfway out the window, waving said scythe about very angrily, spouting words that should not be repeated in type.

After throwing the scythe at the young boy near his new van rather violently, he stole back inside the car, grabbing Testament by the arm, annoyed, and teleported away.
sharpenedhippie: orly chaoticchickensharpenedhippie on May 14th, 2006 05:28 am (UTC)
Testament got up and was just about to ask what this "Hooter's" was when something decided to make a rather unpleasant collision with the van's door. Instinctively transforming the blood into his scythe, Testament got into a fighting stance and readied himself for any enemy attack.

Of course, Marluxia seemed to find the source of the problem and didn't seem pleased. Testament tilted his head bit and watched as the Nobody stuck his head out the window, screamed in a less than polite way, and then throw his scythe at the offender.

He knew he was friends with this man for a reason.

The other man gripping his arm snapped him out of these thoughts though and, before he could speak, they teleported to someplace else. Annoyed about all the interruptions, Testament once again tried to ask his question.

"What is 'Hooter's'?"
bellossum on May 14th, 2006 05:34 am (UTC)
Marluxia turned to his companion, blinking. Had this man been living under a rock all of his life?

He noticed that he actually didn't know much about him. One day he'd find out.

Instead of pressing that thought, he just shook his head. "It's a topless bar."
sharpenedhippiesharpenedhippie on May 14th, 2006 05:40 am (UTC)
The Gear turned his gaze to the ground, musing over Marluxia's statement.

Topless Why, that was completely illogical - who in their right mind would make that kind of bar?

Shuffling his feet, Testament looked back up at the other man, confusion etched on his face. "But, what... What happens when it rains?"
bellossum on May 14th, 2006 05:44 am (UTC)
...

Marluxia shook his head pitingly. Or, as much as he could, at least.

"You must be kidding me. Testament, we are standing right in front of the building." He gestured to the glowing sign hanging in front of them, in bright orange colors that clearly read 'HOOTER'S'. "I think you can see that it has a roof."
sharpenedhippie: orly chaoticchickensharpenedhippie on May 14th, 2006 05:54 am (UTC)
At the sound of this, Testament stared at the building in a relative state of brain-snapping. What in God's name was going on here?

He motioned his hands in not-so-eloquent manner from the Marluxia, to the building, then to himself, not understanding what was happening at all. "But you said... but the building isn't... But I..."

He dropped his hands, aggravated. This world was fucked. He glared slightly at the other man, mechanical undertones in his voice growing a bit louder in his anger. "Now you're just trying to confuse me."
bellossum on May 14th, 2006 06:07 am (UTC)
"I'm doing nothing of the sort," he answered calmly, taking a hold of one of Testament's hands and leading him into the building. As they entered the darkened room of the restaurant, Marluxia motioned to the waitresses walking all around, some carrying food, but most not.

"It's called 'topless' because the waitpeople do not wear tops."
sharpenedhippie: Tesu - OMG YAYsharpenedhippie on May 14th, 2006 06:20 am (UTC)
Testament pulled his hand away from the other after being dragged into the building, not enjoying the contact in the least. It was awkward - he wasn't used to being touched unless it was from a punch or something of the sort.

However, looking around, the restaurant was probably more awkward then the touching. Ah, well. They were here to get drunk, topless people be damned.

He pointed at a random passing waitress, not particularly caring about whether she was busy or not. "You. Get me a soda-pop and a carmelo."
notintosandm on May 15th, 2006 12:49 am (UTC)
Dizzy had not been doing very well at her job, as Necro and Undine had 'kindly' put it, even though they were the ones who were making it so frustrating. Necro, especially, found it funny to pinch a certain part of other waitress' bodies, which made Dizzy receive very unwelcome glances.

Not to mention, people kept stepping on her tail, which resulted in a pained squeak everytime it happened.

Holding a menu to her chest, Dizzy walked through the restaurant, until a man pointed at her. She vowed that she would get this order right. She would not fail, and her wings were not to get her in trouble, either, (as she mentally chanted to them on the way to the table).

She cocked her head and made a sad squeak, her eyebrows coming together in a frown. She recognized this man. "Testamento...san?"
sharpenedhippie: Testament - DIEsharpenedhippie on May 15th, 2006 01:24 am (UTC)
...

Only one thought would come to Testament's mind once the waitress turned to face him: ghfhasashkflajd;f. The sting of words that followed after weren't so eloquent either.

"Oh my god, Dizzy! What are you doing here- how did you get here- did the pirate put you up to this?!" That damn pervert of a pirate, he KNEW he should have killed him when he had the chance!

He rushed over to his "daughter", worry etched all over his face. Dizzy's... dirty pillows were exposed! And in front of all these people! Letting his scythe transform into a jacket (one that looked strikingly similar to the said pirate), Testament wrapped it around Dizzy's shoulders, voice shaking in rage and worry. "Did someone make you do this, Dizzy? I'll kill them!"
notintosandm on May 15th, 2006 01:41 am (UTC)
Making several unhappy squeaks, Dizzy clutched her hands to her chest, wrapping the jacket around her shoulders. Necro and Undine were actually behaving for once, but Dizzy wouldn't be surprised if they were waiting for a moment to cause more trouble.

She flicked her tail, distressed, as her "father" seemed to get himself in a fit. "It's okay, Testamento-san... May suggested that I get a job to help raise money, because we were running out of it." She tilted her heard up at him, trying to smile. It wasn't nice to wait so long to see Testamento-san and then have him be so angry. Nonetheless, at her. "She said it cost a lot of money to keep the ship running, and suggested I come here. It was a good idea!" She looked away for a moment, her tail drooping a bit. "Though the job has been a little harder than I thought..."

Meanwhile, Marluxia was LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF. He interrupted Dizzy's explanation, however.

"So this is your so-called daughter, Tesu? And here I thought you would be a good father," he said with a grin.
sharpenedhippie: slowly these fearssharpenedhippie on May 15th, 2006 01:57 am (UTC)
Testament was still shaking in his current state of mind. His daughter - the one he raised with all his love for two years had been foiled by some... some... spoiled brat and was now working as a common hussy! His hands tightened around Dizzy's shoulders, the Gear Marks normally hidden seeming to come out in his murderous rage.

And while normally Testament held his best friend in high regards, Marluxia's laughter and that horrible statement did not help matters in the least. Those mechanical undertones only became more obvious as he began to usher Dizzy to the exit, hands squeezing the poor girl's arms.

"Dizzy... Marluxia... we are leaving NOW."
bellossum on May 15th, 2006 08:09 pm (UTC)
"But... Testamento-san..." Dizzy started, pouting as his hands tightened on her shoulders. "It's okay. I've made a lot of money for May!" She stopped for a moment, cocking her head. "But why are you here, Testamento-san?"

Marluxia didn't let Tesu answer, however, before inserting his own commentary. "I don't remember saying I'd follow your orders. But even if you're a horrible father, at least you raised a daughter who has a lovely set of... hooters."
sharpenedhippie: Testament - DIEsharpenedhippie on May 15th, 2006 08:25 pm (UTC)
Oh. No. He. DIDN'T.

Hair flaring, Gear Marks glowing, and eyes glimmering in unadulterated loathing, Testament began grinding his fingernails into the palm of his hand, turning around to face his friend.

"I said that we are leaving, Marluxia," Tesu's voice had all lost all humanity in it by now, leaving it as the voice of something you would fear would kill you in your nightmares. "And when I said that we are leaving, I mean that we. Are. Fucking. LEAVING."

Blood flowing from the newly opened wound, Testament formed the liquid into a spare scythe. He turned toward a random person who was watching in on the little scene, and proceeded to stab the man in the face.

Ten times.

To say the least, he was no longer in a good mood, if the morbid violence and insane screaming in German was any hint.
bellossum on May 15th, 2006 08:38 pm (UTC)
Aha. This was an interesting development.

He grinned as the random man was pretty much KO'ed, while Dizzy winced at the violence.

"Oh Tesu, before we leave," he started, grabbing a plate of chicken wings from a VERY disturbed table (all sitting there having been frozen in place with fear), and taking a bite of a wing, "You might want to slaughter everyone in here, too. I can hear their thoughts, and they're all making very lewd comments about your poor Dizzy. Some are even having fantasies of her. Naked."

Marluxia proceeded to usher a very confused Dizzy outside.
sharpenedhippie: slowly these fearssharpenedhippie on May 15th, 2006 09:35 pm (UTC)
Words could not even begin to describe how much homicidal anger was flowing through Testament's veins at that moment. As the corpse of the poor man he decided to murder slumped to the floor, Testament cast a murderous glance to everyone else in the restaurant. The grip on the scythe became tighter and the red mark in the center of his forehead became brighter in pure rage.

It was safe to say that no one was making it out of there in one piece.

Insane glee filled his body as he swung the scythe at a poor citizen, blade jamming into their skull with a sickening crunch. He really loved the line of blood and brain-matter that splattered on the wall as he pulled the scythe back out, and he giggled in pleasure as more people screamed and scattered around.

It didn't matter if they tried to run - he had more than enough tricks up his sleeve to stop them. For example, the demon that warped itself into the building and commenced ripping the people apart.

It was true the guilt Testament would feel for doing this would be unbearable, but, for now, he was going to enjoy himself.
bellossum on May 15th, 2006 09:50 pm (UTC)
Marluxia, despite his friend's (temporary?) insanity, was quite enjoying himself.

"Isn't this fun?" He turned to Dizzy, outside of the Hooter's.

She shook her head in response, avoiding looking at the destruction that her "father" was causing. Marluxia laughed as frightened faces were in the window before a spray of crimson blocked the view from the inside.

He remembered why he had made friends with Tesu.

Instead of helping the poor people, he laughed and continued eating his chicken wings, offered some to Dizzy.
winter_rosebud on May 15th, 2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
Touga's eyes grew large and frightened as a man with pink hair popped out of the car window and waved a big knife at him. He was yelling things Touga didn't understand, except most of them were bad words.

Little Touga screamed and ran, diving underneath the next closest car to avoid being cut in pieces. There was a loud clang against his hiding-car and then the shouting stopped.

Touga stayed where he was, shivering and crying, for about an hour before he had the courage to crawl out from under the car. When he found the pink-haired man's giant knife sticking out of it, he screamed again and ran all the way back to the dorms, his tennis ball forgotten.

This was such a scary place. He should have learned from last time not to go outside without Hitsu-niisan.