Event Post (Trendafilka's chaos, final)

[azuremagma]

Cyril lies in a crater in the middle of the street, his motorcycle parked on the sidewalk.

He looks pretty rough, but he'll probably spout off 'ya should see the other guy' if you bother him. And lo, a good distance ahead of him, there is another crater, which smolders. There's another motorcycle parked near that one, the wheels look melted. Which hole are you looking into?

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[whitrthanwhite]

::Pokes you with a stick, Cyril. Why is a Darklord poking you with a stick. And wearing prescription eyeglasses.::

[azuremagma]

"I..."

He blinks.

"The flyin' fuck? Can't a guy get some shut-eye after 'e works out?"

[whitrthanwhite]

When you stop being in the road.

[azuremagma]

"Ugh, I thought that last blast would've knocked me into a building at least."

He clambers up out of the hole. Peers over at the other one. Makes a rude gesture.

[whitrthanwhite]

So who are you anyways?

::Tilts her head.::

[azuremagma]

"Shouldn't I be fuckin' askin' ya that? Ya look like ya 'scaped from a fetish convention.

'M Cyril, the raucous lord o' Azure Flames. Says so on my card."

[whitrthanwhite]

Futaba Shiroko.

::Says this with jazzhands.::

[azuremagma]

"...That explains e'rythin' an' I wish it didn't."

[whitrthanwhite]

... I really should be insulted, but I do agree, it really kinda does.

[azuremagma]

"Uh. Nice ta meet ya in person, I guess? I'm all sortsa curious, since the last time I saw ya post ya were a teenager with glasses, but I'm only gonna get bent outta shape an' I JUS' released mosta my pent up 'ggresion."

[whitrthanwhite]

Aliens abducted me and shoved a Darklord essence into me, and dropped me in the podunks in a crop circle.

[azuremagma]

"Fuckin' 'ell."

He looks around.

"I ain't bein' punked, am I? Also, fuck, ain't aliens. They wouldn't be 'angin' 'round 'ere. They ain't relevant 'nuff in the meta ta even think 'bout even 'AVIN' a Darklord shard."

[whitrthanwhite]

Well it happened.

[azuremagma]

"Yeah, yeah, fuckin' bullshit."

He cricks his neck.

"Look, yer 'usband's lil' private army dun get shit dun. If ya want some aliens or whatever burnt ta a crisp, gimme a call, aight? Ain't a bad look, but the principle o' the matte-... Yer pregnant.

... gimme all the details, I've found somethin' new ta be fuckin' furious 'bout."

[whitrthanwhite]

Excuse me. What did you say about my husband?

[azuremagma]

"Huh? I said 'is private army ain't super competent, 'cause 'e can't be e'rywhere at once an' mos' o' 'em are psychopaths. I ain't insultin' 'im, lady, believe me. I like Haita."

[whitrthanwhite]

::Yeah while you're talking she's ripped off a lamp post and is swinging it directly at your skull.::

[azuremagma]

"Ah, fer fuck's sake lady."

He very clumsily ducks under it, one hand on his ribs and raises his other hand, palm twisting into fire...

And he stops as he hops backwards towards his bike, hand resuming his human shape.

"Yeah, 'bout the reasonable level I was keeping a few hours 'go, so now I see why the ogre was so pissed. Can say I 'spected better than this from ya though. Not that yer still listenin', or really listened ta me since ya think I slighted yer 'usband."

[whitrthanwhite]

Then take back what you said. You don't know how much he's had to fight. Compromise. Negotiate to even give us some sense of basic security around here, you smug self-righteous hack.

[azuremagma]

"Uh-huh. Ya weren't listenin' ta me at all, were ya?"

[whitrthanwhite]

Why should I bother listening to you when the first thing you do is insult my husband.

::Readies a mail box.::

[azuremagma]

"First? I... Look, drop yer shit and drop yer grudge, I ain't gonna fight ya. I'm gonna jus' get up an' go, aight? I got a date tomorra' an' an ogre ta 'ash out some shit with.

Good luck gettin' shit done with the incompetents."

He waves a hand like he can't believe this and goes for his bike, which starts before he gets to it.

[thefoxreturns2]

::A police woman wearing sunglasses and a badge drives up to the hole that isn't Cyril's, stepping off her police bike. And walking over to the pothole.::

[ogrewarrior]

A weak wave comes out of the crater.

"Hey pretty lady."

[thefoxreturns2]

You can pretty lady me when you're not laying in a crater.

[ogrewarrior]

"Believe it or not, this actually ain't my fault."

He climbs out of the hole, sighing. Lamenting the loss of most of his clothes, which are burnt and he's covered in bright red spots. He takes a drag off his cigarette, cherry a bright blue.

"Aw man, my god damn bike."

[thefoxreturns2]

And whose is it?

[ogrewarrior]

"Cyril screamed about riding duels all the way to about..."

He points

"Half a mile that way. And after the third time I said 'nah man, I'm going to catch up on my scientific garbage shows' he started throwing fire at me in a rage. And so I kicked him and his bike into a crater... over there? And then he nuked me about where I'm standing now."

[thefoxreturns2]

... Why didn't you keep yer mouth shut.

[ogrewarrior]

"'cause I was silent the first two miles of yelling an' him chasing me."

[thefoxreturns2]

Have you considered picking your fights?

[ogrewarrior]

"We just ran at the same time out of my son's bar and he tried to rush me down. Why does everyone think I fucking started it? Fucker's becoming unstable. Again.

Also, who the fuck says I lost? Last time I checked, he was pointing at me from his crater."

[thefoxreturns2]

He's the bloodline descendant of the slayer of the First True Dragon.

[ogrewarrior]

"Wait.

... I thought he was just bullshitting about all that Gilgamesh nonsense."

[thefoxreturns2]

What's a Gilgamesh.

[ogrewarrior]

"What he says he is. Old human story, about a king looking for immortality after basically becoming a king after murdering a king, pissing off the gods, and getting his best friend killed in the fallout. Story ends with him losing his special herbs o-

... Y'know, when I put that all in context, it makes sense. I could see gods being pissed at him. Killing someone for a throne and wood... Which means it's double hilarious, because his friend ain't dead. She's... she's my mom. ... Huh."

[crystaline]

*I'm looking into the blue flame's hole, crouched down*

Sleeping well in there?

[azuremagma]

"Concrete actually dun make a good bed. Ya'd think I'dda learned that by now."

[crystaline]

You seem pretty cozy, though.

So, what happened here?

[azuremagma]

"Ah, lil' bit o' a workout got a lil' outta 'and. Ogre kicked me an' my bike into a crater, I kinda lost it a bit and mighta 'it 'im full force. ...Shit, I 'ope 'e's okay."

[crystaline]

I didn't see a corpse or a pile of ash on my way here, so I think he might've survived.

[azuremagma]

"Ah, good. 'e's a tough bastard, I'd be real fuckin' disappointed if he's even showin' bone. An' then 'oo am I gonna work out with? So, gawk at beat up men in craters often, or am I a special case?"

[crystaline]

Hnmm, I'd say you're a special case.

I was going to see if you'd wanted to go to Akihabara with me for tomorrow, since I'm going to go help with doing a demo for a Real Solid Vision playing field getting set up there, but I'm wondering now if you're going to be busy, here.

[azuremagma]

"Nah, dun think that this is gonna put a dent in my schedule fer tomorrow at all. I'll go out with ya ta Akihabara."

He hops up and stretches, back popping.

"...If I get plenty o' bed res' tonight, o' course."

[crystaline]

Of course, of course. *she steps back a little to give you room to hop out of the crater*

Meet me at the train station by 9AM then tomorrow, okay? Try to send me a message if you think you're not gonna make it.

[azuremagma]

He grins widely and leans down to peck you on the cheek.

"Yeah, Iunno. Maybe jus' sit 'round an' talk with the ogre all night. Wouldn't miss it fer the world, Esch."

[crystaline]

*pecked, as she gives a giggle*

I'll keep you to that.