[Event]

[azuremagma]

If you're in Domino, there's a man sitting on a bench downtown or in the park, resting his head in his hands. He looks. Strained? Upset? Tired? He also looks... Familiar? He could be mistaken for the now older Geo, if Geo shaved his stupid beard and let his hair go free. If approached by someone who is familiar with the blue flame prince, he'll give a small grin and motion to the empty seat next to him.

He can also be found in front of the now probably now rented out building he had called his office/home looking similarly distressed or smoking a cigarette around the police station, if you're keen on those areas as well.

Comments

[azuremagma]

"...Still? Ya know me, lady?"

That's got him thinking, even as the blue flames course up his arms.

"I usually dun forget faces o' people that pissed me off. So this is a fuckin' rarity!"

[unluckystar]

"No, I suppose you wouldn't. You just forget the faces of girls who love you, right?"

[azuremagma]

"I ain't EVER fuckin' forgot that ya witch. Ya think it dun keep me up that I fucked up 'ere? That I dun fuckin' think I shoulda done e'rythin' completely differently?!"

Oh boy he's really angry now, the grass is starting to ignite and the bench is starting to burn a bit.

"An' ya ain't got Izzy's face or faces from 'fore I got 'round 'ere, so, I'm beginnin' ta remember bein' this pissed before."

[unluckystar]

"Oh well good. You're sorry. That should make everything better. I'll just go back about eight months and tell her in her hospital bed that you admit fault on your part and that should solve everything quite neatly."

[She looks just as angry, albeit in a much calmer fashion. She's been simmering on this for a while.]

[azuremagma]

"W-what?" The wall of ego and rage falters for the briefest of seconds and he looks extremely hurt and confused. "She ain't... Gone. That's not true!"

"It'd be ridiculous if I thought I'd be able ta patch shit up with 'er! Yer a fuckin' liar an' always 'ave been, ain'tcha?" Truth or not, he's denying it, bringing back the sardonic grin as he takes a few steps closer.

[unluckystar]

[Desdemona starts to say something, but just glowers instead.]

"You're impugning my integrity? Much like the rest of you, that'd be laughable if it weren't so pathetic."

[She stands her ground as Cyril draws closer.] "I suggest you move unless you'd like another scar to match the one I already gave you."

[azuremagma]

"Oh, that's fuckin' rich, takin' the high ground. We're both colossal fuck-ups, just on different levels. I didn't drive people bug fuckin' nuts on purpose, so I think I get ta be classified as 'igher scum than ya, at least."

He's going to just stand and glare at you, but he's not going to throw the first punch.

"Where the fuck do ya want me ta move ta? Yer jus' as capable as backin' off as me, so I'm gonna go ahead an' assume ya want this fight jus' as much as I do. And I'm gonna make sure yer the one limpin' away this time, Dez."

[unluckystar]

"Don't boast so openly, you braggart. You look like you can barely drag yourself out of that bench, muchless fight anyone."

[azuremagma]

"Yeah, well. I think I can still manage ta kick yer ass."

[unluckystar]

"Fine."

[Vines start wrapping around her right arm until they've formed a thick, thorny gauntlet.]

"Do you prefer the left or the right. I'd rather try and miss the bench when I plant you in the ground and I'd like to know which side to aim for."

[i_like_red]

Oi, oi... what's going on here?

*Juudai appears to be sat on the bench between them. When or how he got there, you have no idea, but he's there now.*

I'm not going to have to stop you two from killing each other, right?

[unluckystar]

[Desdemona winces - she was so focused on what was in front of her, she never even saw him sit down. ...wait, did he even sit down there in the first place?

She blinks a couple times and lets out a 'tch' sound.]

"He was spoiling for a fight. I was merely going to oblige him and, hopefully, teach him some manners."

[azuremagma]

Cyril also winces, his hands finding their way to his pockets. He grins a little at Desdemona.

"Ya were the one threatenin' me, Dezzy. Or'd ya forgot 'bout that part?"

[i_like_red]

*Juudai looks from one, to the other.*

No matter who started it, I don't think resorting to violence is going to solve anything.
And it'll just make a scene.

[unluckystar]

[Desdemona grits her teeth slightly. The logic of what Juudai is saying is hitting her, but not meaningfully enough to get her to back down. She accepts it only as far as she has to without having to get up what she really, really wants to do in this situation.]

Fine. Then we'll go where it won't make a public spectacle and settle this there.

[Said without breaking eye contact with Cyril.]

[azuremagma]

"...What if ol' Owl 'ead's right? As much as I'd love ta introduce yer 'ead ta the ground, all I can think of is that Izzy'd not want us ta fight. Not like this."

He's not breaking eye contact with Desdemona and unconsciously pops a knuckle.

[i_like_red]

I agree.

If you feel you can't get along, it might be best to just agree that you dislike each other and move on.
No amount of fighting is going to change anything, nor make either of you feel any better.

[unluckystar]

[Desdemona glowers at Cyril, then she turns her glare on Juudai for a few seconds. On some level, she knows she's being childish, but that doesn't necessarily mean she can stop it. She is, after all, a dragon. And no matter how nice they are, dragons are pretty prideful creatures.

After a few seconds, the vines unwrap from her arms and slink back into the ground. She lets out a grunt of assent and says something through almost definitely grinding teeth.]

"Don't throw around Isabel's name that casually."

[She spins on her heel and starts to walk away before she can decide to do something stupid anyway.]

[azuremagma]

He opens his mouth to look like he's going to yell at her or throw a fireball, but he just sort of deflates and looks back at Juudai.

"Thank ya."

[i_like_red]

*Juudai stays silent for a while watching Desdemona leave, before turning to look at Cyril.*

I was just defusing the situation. These kinds of things are pretty much my job to deal with.
I can understand Desdemona's anger, but a scene didn't need to be made.

Thanks for backing down.

*He then leans back on the bench, placing his hands behind his head.*

Haven't seen you around for a while.

[azuremagma]

"Yeah, I mean. I probably deserve ta be pummeled, but, not 'ere." He sighs, then waves a hand.

"Yeah, I uh. Left ta fight the numbers, an' it kinda got a lil' outta hand."

[i_like_red]

The Numbers? I see.
I guess that couldn't be helped. It's easy for stuff like that to get out of hand.

[azuremagma]

He opens his mouth, closes it. Figures Juudai's got enough on his plate.

"Yeah. Gone fer... Much longer than I wanted ta be. Not like I was 'spectin' e'rtyin' ta be the same when I got back, but it's still kinda jarrin'."

[i_like_red]

Heh, I guess so. Hopefully you'll get your bearings back soon enough.

[azuremagma]

"...Pretty poorly, if I'm gonna be honest. Didn't go well, an' me nearly dyin' was why I was gone fer so long."