Event Post

[azuremagma]

Cyril is sitting at a defunct bus stop (day), a park (day), or on the docks (night) in his full form and regalia. To be honest? He looks like shit. Hair is a mess and he's grown out a penance beard that makes him look like a crazy homeless man dressed in Babylonian garb. He mashes buttons on a tablet, muttering to himself as he types. 'Hey nerds, I'm ba-no, that sounds like I dun like this place. Tread the line carefully...' or 'Fuck, I'm sorry I fucked us up, that last duel ya did was pretty fuckin' balls, but I know you can do b-Ugh, fuck that, jus' ain't gonna talk ta 'er.' or! 'Down but never out, the badd-agh, fuck, I am out though. Fire fades an' that 'appy shit...'

Comments

[memoryistime]

*hey you know who'd be walking around? Shian.

And honestly you stand out like such a sore thumb that they can't help but notice.*

... You okay there.

[azuremagma]

What? No, perfectly incognito.

"...I dun even fuckin' know anymore if we're gon' be honest."

[memoryistime]

Well, if you're going to be honest, I'd say you look horrible.

[azuremagma]

"What? Beard ain't a good look fer me? Fits the fuckin' ogre good 'nuff. Or is the mud an' filth on the clothes?"

He lights up a long pipe, staring up at Shian.

"Hah. So many faces, all blendin' together with ya, but ya ain't my us' Samasus, ha! Us' Samasus, I fuckin' crack myself up, they're all happy an' married an' shit now. I think we met, but I also dun think we 'ave, I think I've been stomped in the head by escaped prisoners, crazy women, an' myself since the last time."

[memoryistime]

No, no, we've met before.

Last time I saw you, you were yelling a lot and being angry, so clearly that hasn't changed yet, now has it.

[azuremagma]

"Hooo."

He blows smoke out of his nose.

"I dunno. That takes a whole lot more energy than I think I've got right now. I'm too tired ta yell, too tired ta be angry."

[memoryistime]

Clearly not tired enough to be bitter, though.

I guess it's stupid to ask what you've been doing with yourself though, since I can gather that it's all bad.

[azuremagma]

"'bout the sum of it, yeah." He laughs, then devolves into a small coughing fit.

"Are ya ever ta tired ta be bitter though?"

[memoryistime]

Bitterness at the world keeps me going, so no.

[itsallogrenow]

::At the docks, a woman charges you with a lariat takedown, howling with black demonic(?) laughter.::

[azuremagma]

Oh fuck this is it, finally, someone's going to kill me right here in Domino.

"What the f-"

He goes down with the lariat, crashing onto his back, not even bothering to get back up or tense for the next response. Eyes closed... Wait. This is familiar.

"... What the fuckin' fuck shit fuck!? ENDIKU?!"

[itsallogrenow]

Gilgy?

...

Didn't you used to be taller.

::Laying on you, fet kicking in the air.::

[azuremagma]

"... Of all the... Didn't ya used t-... No, you still look the god damn same!"

He's openly gawking/checking you out.

"... How?! Why? Here?! Fuck, it's. ... 'oly shit it's so good to see ya 'ow are you even still 'round? Lemme get a shave, a shower, a... You ain't changed at fuckin' all, 'ave ya?"

[itsallogrenow]

Here to see my son and his kids. And why would I ever change.

Though, from what I remember you got so upset when I ended up going Irkalla after the bull, when it was just for a break.

Last I heard you went looking for plants? And how are YOU still around, hun?

::She looks incredibly hot wearing a ripped black T-Shirt and Mom Jeans she clearly both stole.::

[azuremagma]

"... Wait, son and... his ki-... WAIT. Does that... is Kaz your fuckin' son? Do you have an entire new brood, right here in fuckin' Domino?" He groans.

"I mean, I thought you were DEAD Ennie. That's why I went and... Fuck, we got a few thousand years to fuckin' catch up on. You got a place where I can shave this shit off and shower and we can talk?"

[itsallogrenow]

...

Not sure about a place but...

::Pulls out a giant machete from her back.::

I have a perfectly good shaving blade. Got it from this small guy in I think they call it... Tieland?

::Grinning.::

[azuremagma]

"...Yeah? Ya gonna lay ontop me an' shave me, Ennie? Dun mess up the goods, my face is all I got left."

[crystaline]

*well I promised this.

Now that her dueling is temporally done, a pretty girl notices you at the park, Cyril.

She's giving you a look. since you do look like a mess. but you're dressed in Babylonian garb.*

[azuremagma]

... of course this happens. Play it cool. Gives her a tilted look back.

"'srude ta stare, y'know."

[crystaline]

*cute. you trying to play it cool.*

Sorry. You present yourself in a very stare-worthy manner.

[azuremagma]

"Is it the penance beard or the anachronistic clothes? 'Cause these ain't... usual fer me." He manages a small laugh.

"I'm Cyril. Dun think I've, uh. Met ya before. Think I'd remember ya."

[crystaline]

Oh, they're not? What a shame, it's a very unusual style. ... Mm, I'd hope we haven't, at least. *taps a finger on her cheek*

You can call me "Escher" if you'd like. Anything is fine with that. Escher. Escher-chan. Escha. Things of that nature.

[azuremagma]

"Mm, may keep the clothes. A beard don't really suit me." He tilts his head, considering.

"Escher, then. What're ya doin' in Domino?"

[crystaline]

Oh, you don't recognize my name at all? Sad. *she brushes that off, though*

I'm in the Action Dueling tournament.

[azuremagma]

"Ah, I've been 'way fer... quite some time. Sorry 'bout that." He sighs, standing up and stretching.

"...'nother tourny goin' on? Shit. Guess I've been a bit longer than I wanted ta be."