azuremagma | (no subject)

*If you're around the stores downtown, you may see a large man kicking up faint blue sparks as he walks around, appraising buildings. He's also talking to himself, and if you listen closely, you can hear him. It's like an old detective movie monologue.*

"An' that was it. I kicked that bitch through fifty floors o' 'er own palace. After that, I 'ad my own body, an' 'nuff power ta tear a 'ole back 'ome. But as I stood in the ruins, that idiot decided ta pick a fight with me. As we traded blows, I was 'bout ta go all out. An' then I realized that the idiot? The idiot was nearly dead, an' 'e was stickin' ta 'is promise ta gimme as good as I gave. So I knocked 'im out. I let 'is friends save 'im, and left." *Cyril sighs and starts checking out another building.*

"I wanted ta find somethin' like 'e 'ad. An' so, I thought that night. My emperors disbanded in front o' me. Ti-Nah, Haru. She went off ta become a model someplace. Fridge called e'rythin' a faggot an' went on 'is merry way. Neckbeard? I dunno where 'e went off ta. Maybe I'll see 'im again, one day. Finally, Ari? Well, Ari decided she was stickin' with me, through thick or thin or whatever the 'ell 'appens. Gotta respect idiocy like that."

"An' me? Well... I'm becomin' a detective. I'm gonna solve problems people come ta me with." *with that, he puts on a wide-brimmed black hat. It's rather snazzy and attractive.*

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Well, shit, looks like I've got an audience. I'll be 'ere all fuckin' week, Shades."

*Grins more widely at that.*

Ah, really? Nice t' know whatever movie that spawned out 'f ain't gonna be that much of a limited release.

Surprised more people haven't come by t' stare, anyway. Y'could've had a full house with that speech.

*he leans against the building he was last looking at and rolls his eyes.*

"I dunno. Most people ain't inta the pulp shit anymore, Shades."

I wasn't talkin' 'bout that sort of genre, man. I meant outright humor.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh all ya want, Shades. Talkin' ta myself gets my thoughts straight."

Nah, I'll spare ya that, at least.

*He taps at his helmet, sitting in his lap, which he's taken off while he's being an audience* So, y'got some sort of reason t'be puttin' on a public show, here?

"I'm lookin' fer a good place ta open up shop. Gotta be big 'nuff fer me an Ari an' still 'ave an office. Kinda got used ta talkin' ta myself when I was sharin' a body with someone."

Huh, really? *... who knows which part of that statement he's stating that to. He takes out his PDA, pushing something in it. ... lowers his glasses a bit so he can at least see it.*

Luckily, ya probably won't have t' look hard, if y'go an' look anywhere that might've gotten hit by those giant monsters earlier this year. Land costs have been rock bottom f'quite a while around there.

*He waves the hand with the PDA, as though gesturing to the downtown area* Though I think areas like this that're closer t' Kaibacorp an' all probably are doin' a bit better off, man.

"Huh. Thanks. Dunno though. I like the charm of a really shitty part o' town."

*Cyril pauses, then stops his leaning and stands up straight.*

"Do ya know where I could get a loan or somethin'? There ain't much Yakuza ass ta beat 'ere, an' I dun feel like makin' a trip off this stupid island. Dunno if my body could even 'old up."

Probably a couple 'f places that're desperate t' give loans f' th' shady sorts, y'know? Like I said-- land prices are at rock bottom. They're screamin' f' somethin' t' inject int' this crappy economy.

*He rattles off a couple of names that sound like firms and banks.* 'ccordin' t' one of my sources, they've been in trouble.

*... why the heck is he even helping, here.*

*Cyril laughs, then grins real big.*

"Yer pretty good at this shit, Shades. But after all the shit I've done, even if we ended up fightin' together at the end, I still kinda fucked with yer own voice in yer 'ead. Why 'elp me?"

Eh, multiple sorts 'f reasons, I'd reckon. Maybe I'm curious. Maybe I wanna end up swoopin' in n whoever actually partakes 'f your services. Maybe I just wanna find a use f' th' information I even have, or maybe I'm just that nice 'f a guy, that I'd give it out f' free. *The last part was just dripping with sarcasm, there. He readjusts his glasses, so they're covering his eyes again.*

I could also throw in some trash 'bout how Suguru seems t' like ya, but that's probably cuttin' it close. So I'll just ask this:

You're a monster 'f sorts, right? Ya know anythin' 'bout th' 12 Dimensions? Or even 'bout th' literally darker worlds in 'em?

*he cackles at the first part, then makes his almost serious face once Sanshi starts talking.*

"Yeah. I know a bit 'bout the darker shit o' where I lived. I mean, I was pretty fuckin' connected 'till the end o' my kingdom. ...Whatcha need ta know 'bout, Shades?"

've got some... Personal business with one of th' major fiends. Only thing is, it's not only hard t' build up th' energy t' grab 'em, but I don't know where exactly they might be.

All I'm askin' for is th' dimensions that fiends 'f that sort might be in.

*Cyril nods, then lists off some of the more terrible places of the Twelve Dimensions.*

"Information fer information, Shades. ...If ya need any 'elp takin' it down, well, that's what I'm openin' shop fer. I'll even give ya a discount."

*He grins, noting down the places in the PDA, before snapping it shut.*

Thanks man, I'll be keepin' that in mind. Good luck with gettin' it off th' ground, eh?

*He takes off the glasses, and slips on the helmet* I won't be keepin' ya, then.

"Yeah, later, Shades. When I've got this place open, we'll 'ave that duel."

I'll be lookin' forward t' it!

*He starts up the D-Wheel, revs it, and then drives off, leaving you to continue talking to yourself.*