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?

Comments

[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.