#broadcasted-idiocy

[fadetoblackhq]

apparently, the ads blog has been private this whole time.. boy do i feel dumb. but also.. we've gotten this far just from what i post on the main? fcking impressive!

#random admin notes cause why not broadcast my idiocy? #and yes i have fixed that now.

[phoenixcatch7]

Like I know it's self indulgence but it'd be so funny to see a full kardashian style Brucie Wayne, spoilt playboy prince of Gotham, local sunshine idiot on the front page every other week for darwinian levels of idiocy or billionaire levels of donations.

But he gets kidnapped or something and there's illusions or mind magics that make him think he's in the bat suit and then he gets dumped in the middle of a live world broadcast arena to fight some goons.

Like he doesn't think anything of it, batman's been kidnapped and forced into gladitorial arenas for sport many times before, maybe he always carries concealed weapons so he's still got like grapples and batarangs and stuff, but he's just going full doomslayer on these guys. No cowl. No suit. Just an open silk shirt and a pair of slacks. In full view of the world.

Tell you what, what about the whole justice league. Just a group of the motleyest people you've ever met. There's about as many famous people as there are absolute nobodies.

Several billionaires defer to the guy who writes articles on outdated lead in buildings and socio economic corruption. There's a renowned museum curator flying and uppercutting aliens so hard they get tossed across the room. There's a guy who spoke in science conferences about meta containment procedures running up the wall and delivering a roundhouse kick to three enemies at once. Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. Of all people. Two world famous idiot ceo celebrities. And they're back to back whaling on armoured alien henchmen like a well oiled team. A ten year old podcaster shooting lightning from his fingers and no one in the group bats an eye.

Just.... Insanity.

#To be honest I don't care if there's any fallout #Maybe it happens in a dream world or smth or maybe they reverse time or wipe memories or something #I just want the juxtaposition of batman in Brucie Wayne's skin #No society mask. Jaw jutted eyes sharp he's tossing goons around like it's nothing #The fangirls would go insane. His stockholders are cowering. Everyone who knows anything about him is blue screening #It's like a fever dream but he's so full of adrenaline he's panting condensation on the cold arena like a wolf #And people are having their whole worlds collapse #Superbat celebration kiss after they defeat everyone? Why not if you want #batman #dc comics #bruce wayne #brucie wayne #justice league #It'd be like idk if Taylor swift turned out to be... Idk there isn't an equivalent #Like if Elon musk turned out to be a paramedic on the side #Or a world class neurosurgeon #This is purely self indulgent but it'd be so funny.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 30 - "Are you with me?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: I had absolutely no idea what to do with this one… and it shows I think… also can this be considered crackish?

"Danny you ready?"

"Give me a second Red!"

"No time! Going live in…"

"Wait wait wait!"

"3..."

"I got the popcorn!"

"2…"

"What about the block against the Justice League?!"

"1…"

"Red locked them out of the system. Now get ready!!"

"Go!"

Danny blinked as he got pushed by Superboy in front of the camera Impulse was standing behind. Behind them was Wonder Girl giving him a thumbs up with one hand and holding up giant flash cards with her other one.

"Uh Hi?"

Impulse raised an eyebrow and moved his hand in a keep going motion. Nervously Danny rubbed his neck. He looked left and right as if looking for something until his eyes focused back onto the camera. He coughed, took a deep breath, unnecessary in phantom form but helpful to calm down, before smiling and touching his hands together at their fingertips.

"Ahem. Hello, hi. Now you might be wondering. Who the fuck is that guy to interrupt my Saturday night movie program. I am Phantom, the newest member of Young Justice. King of the Ghost Zone also known as the Infinite Realms. The Dimension that's pretty much gluing our entire reality together." He gave the camera a nervous smile before he continued. "I am here to tell you on behalf of the entirety of the Infinite Realms. That you humans, of this dimension…"

Danny took a deep breath, from the corner of his eyes he saw Superboy giving another keep going sign while Red Robin was checking something on his laptop, making sure none of their mentors was trying to cut short their live feat over the entire world as well as that the subtitles worked for different language countries.

"...well you humans suck." Danny said as he breathed out, closing his eyes and pausing for a moment to let his message sink in. "Look, I get it. It's always hard finding something new, seeing change but come on. Anti-Ecto Acts? Was that necessary?"

He waved his hand around like he was thinking to find the right words while peaking at the flash card Wonder Girl was holding up.

"Like come on, can't you humans get your act together? Why hunt down an entire species just because they are different? You humans are already constantly at war with each other, aside from the idiocy of that, do you really have to add interdimensional war to that list?"

Danny chuckled nervously ignoring the additional flash card Impulse was now holding up to make him call out some of the humans' crimes against, the list mostly containing petty things Impulse didn't like. "Just so you know. I am barely keeping my council from declaring the dimensional one by the way." He added instead.

"Now you all are probably wondering what the hell this random ghost hero is talking about with no solution." He glanced to the side. " Well I have one."

Danny coughed into his hand and right his stance. "Dogs."

He held out his arms and Cujo appeared out of nowhere jumping into them. Off camera Wonder Girl coed. His ghost puppy had pretty much charmed all his hero friends since day one.

"They are loyal, awesome, cute and every beings best friend. Ancients even Superman has one!" Danny said smiling as he held up Cujo into the camera, he was glad he had remembered to infuse Red Robin's equipment with ectoplasm so the broadcast wouldn't get distorted.

"It's something we can all agree on. So, are you with me? Let's discard these stupid acts and all focus on the cuteness of little beings like him? How could anyone want to destroy his entire existence!"

"SHIT!" Red Robin cursed loudly off Camera and Danny blinked head turning towards his direction. "B got our location! Oracle ratted us out and is about to shut down the broadcast!"

"What this soon?! We didn't even get to the juicy parts yet!" Impulse complained loudly and Danny nervously faced the camera.

"Uh… Yea so.. No Anti-Ecto Acts and pro Dogs!" He summed up liften a encouraging fist up as Cujo barked happily in his arms.

"ETA 2! We need to bolt!" Red Robin shouted as Wonder Girl Rushed across the camera to open the window on the other side. Superboy was already picking up Red Robin and Impulse was gone before Red had even finished his sentence.

Phantom gave the camera one nervous smile as Cujo jumped out of his arms. "For the record. This broadcast was brought to you by sleep deprived Red and our opinion that the Justice League is taking too long!"

The next second phantom was seen rushing off to the side most likely following the others a moment later a crash was heard in the distance before the camera tilted and fell to the side. The broadcast was cut off at that point.

Unknown to the audience, a group of young hero's was rushing away from there not so secret broadcasting location, trying to escape their mentors that were not happy about their kids trying to take matters into their own hands just because 'the adults are taking to long'.

#fictober23 #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #tim drake #conner kent #bart allan #cassie sandsmark #young justice #I have no idea what I was thinking while writing this... #the kids have enough of waiting #they decided to do a broadcast for a good cause #it was Tim's sleep deprived idea #everyone just rolled with it #it was crazy enough of an idea to work #their mentors didn't know #they are in big trouble now #Justice League is taking to long to get rid of the Anti-Ecto Acts #probably crackish #the teens have chaos energy that needs to live

[guapagorcevic]

The president of the Spanish federation, Luis Rubiales, or for those who know him better for the one who paid for the orgies with public money, during the award ceremony he took Jennifer Hermoso's head and kissed her on the mouth without her consent. The player, during the live broadcast on Instagram, said "I obviously didn't like the kiss, but what was I supposed to do?" shortly after he enters the locker room and laughing says that he and Jenni are getting married in Ibiza.

He then responded by saying, “The kiss with Jenni? There are idiots everywhere. When two people have a small show of affection, we cannot listen to the idiocy" despite the player being disgusted. Not forgetting that he went to kiss Olga Carmona while she was taking a picture with a teammate.

And then he touched his testicles next to her and Queen Letizia's minor daughter during the celebrations in the stands. How to ruin an unforgettable day for 23 girls. Congratulations.

#jenni hermoso #sefutbolfem #spain national team #sefutbol fem

[andypantsx3]

support tech major graduate!reader becomes fast best friends with fuyumi after fuyumi moves into her new apartment and has no idea who fuyumi is related to, but thinks she looks kinda familiar. cue pro hero!shouto coming over for the first time to visit his big sister and getting the apartment numbers mixed up 🫢

"Hello-oooly shit," was the complete idiocy that escaped you.

The man at your front door stared down at you. 

He was tall and insensibly handsome, with a mop of scarlet and white hair and two mismatched eyes. He wore a dark turtleneck that stretched over a set of broad shoulders, belted neatly into a pair of jeans that clung tightly to his muscular thighs.

He had to be the most utterly perfect human being you had ever seen in person.

He was also absolutely, horrifyingly familiar.

Pro hero Shouto.

"You are not Fuyumi," he intoned, his voice low and soft, the way you'd heard it on a hundred TV broadcasts. Except it was also, inexplicably, slightly accusatory.

It took you an incredibly long moment to fish the name Fuyumi out of the recesses of your brain, and realize that you knew it.

Fuyumi was your neighbor a couple doors down—a white-haired, friendly girl who taught elementary school and baked what had to be the most unreasonably delicious welcome cookies this side of the Noto Peninsula.

And apparently, her family name was Todoroki.

"Neither are you," you said pointedly.

Pro hero Shouto blinked at you, long and slow like a cat. "I should hope not."

You stared up at him, absolutely mystified by this response. The hell did that mean? "Uh...good that we're on the same page then?" you ventured.

Shouto's brows creased ever-so-slightly, as if you were equally as mystifying to him. As though you were the one who had turned up at his apartment and accused him of not being someone.

Which—oh.

"You're looking for Fuyumi's apartment?" you guessed.

Shouto nodded, holding up a piece of scrap paper with your building's address noted in an utterly atrocious hand. You were immediately clear on how the mix up had happened.

"Oh! That's supposed to be a seven, I think," you said, touching the final digit of the unit number. "I'm three oh one, she's three oh seven. Did someone with a broken hand write this?"

You'd meant it as a joke, but Shouto floored you by nodding. "She called before medical check in," he said.

You could have slapped yourself. "Oh my god, I—you literally had a broken hand."

After he'd rescued someone, probably, too, and here you were being a dick about it!

"I'm so sorry, I'm such a weenie," you said. "Yeah, she's a few doors down that way, you should find her in a second. I—uh—it was cool to, um. Meet you. In person. She's—tell Fuyumi I said hi."

Shouto nodded seriously, pocketing the piece of paper. "Shall I tell her you say 'Hello-oooly shit'?" he asked.

You spluttered wildly, an embarrassed heat licking up your veins so fast you thought you might be spontaneously combusting.

"You—that's—! In my own home!" was all that you managed.

A tiny half-smile pulled at Shouto's mouth. He watched you for a long minute, those famous heterochromatic eyes flickering over your face.

 "Thank you for your help," he said finally, his voice going light and gentle. "I hope we will see each other again."

And then he stepped away from your door, and you had the good sense to gasp out a, "Yes! Goodbye!" and slam it shut behind him, your heartbeat racing.

A low, soft chuckle echoed in the hall.

And you wondered how soon, exactly, you might see Shouto Todoroki again.

I loved this idea, anon!! Thank you for letting me play with it!! 🥺

I hope you had a very excellent Shouto's Birthday lmao.

#ask andie

[jmdbjk]

The reach to say wearing there hats the same makes then a couple... puh leez. Jungkook said no to JM when ask to come back. HE SAID NO. Jikook=the end.

Anon... what the hell are you even doing on my blog? Shouldn't you be sitting out on the curb like the bag of garbage that you are?

I basically said "Them...okay" and that triggered your bout of idiocy? I showed them wearing a beanie in a similar way to each other.

First off, the thought of any of you sitting there ready to jump on anything you can remotely peg as anti-jikook is giving psychotic vibes. What. Is. Y'all's. Problem. Did you not take your meds today?

Jikook gets under your skin don't they?

Good.

Here, let me make sure it's deep under your skin so you can never be rid of that uncomfortable feeling:

Jungkook visited Jimin while he was rehearsing Set Me Free Pt. 2. He was there... nah nah nah nah boo boo! Jungkook made the choice on his own to enter the practice room, make himself comfy and sit on the floor to watch Jimin rehearse. Then he willingly engaged in conversation with Jimin and complimented Jimin on his singing, said "I have to say, you have a great voice" and then JK said "show me" the performance and afterwards said "that was awesome."

Did you see how they looked directly at each other when JK says how good JM's voice sounds... eye contact is everything.

And Jimin says come back tomorrow again and JK says no. No to tomorrow because he was going to sit on his ass at home again and Jimin called him out on it. JK may have had a face mask on but look at his eyes, he was smiling that bunny smile under that mask.

We know Jungkook DID want to visit JM's rehearsal again or maybe even attend one of the music show performances because in the last Jimin's car live, JK asked when the next time would be but it was too late, Jimin said it was over, he was finished with the music show promotions.

The tone of voice they spoke to each other with and all the hand grabbing and the way they looked at each other, y'all the way those two look at each other... JUST LOOK AT THEM!

And then THAT look Jimin gives as Jungkook walks away... you know, that look when you really really are craving some ramen time with your boy... friend ... because JK was sort of looking like a lil snacko right then. For real. He had to check up and look away.

[I wanted to show them the storage room down the hallway so they could go ... find some ramen and be done.]

Also Jungkook: Jimin! come over! ... Jimin, I ordered fried chicken, come over! ... Jimin, come boxing too! Jimin! just come here! OHH JIMIN!

Jungkook spent over an hour with us on a live broadcast doing exactly what he said he would do: rooting him on, cheering for Jimin, supporting him.

#jikook #kookmin #that look tho jimin please we're watching #jimin and jungkook are fine #jimin and jungkook just being themselves as usual #jimin and jungkook and there's nothing you can do about it #have i run the ramen bit into the ground enough yet?

[akookminsupporter]

Hi, just dropping by to say fuck billboard and their stupid fear about BTS success as a group and as solo artists and that they can do whatever they want but Jimin already made history with his number one on their fucking Hot100 and so did BTS. And that no matter how hard they try bts will fill stadiums and rent out theatres to broadcast their concerts because there is no room for so many fans, while the artists they prefer are still performing in small venues or arenas because they can't afford anything else with the amount of fans they have.

For the people in this fandom, stop your fucking idiocy and envy and stream FACE too.

#Jimin #bts #billboard #bts army #army #RM #JIN #SUGA #J HOPE #V #JUNGKOOK

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

"I Believe In You (Rehearsal)" - Sinead O'Connor, Madison Square Garden, New York City, October 16, 1992

Huge sadness to find out that Sinead O'Connor passed away this week — a truly one-of-a-kind artist. I still remember as a kid seeing her on the Grammys in the late 1980s and just being blown away (and a little bit confused) by her pure, focused intensity amidst the chintz and cheese of an awards show on broadcast TV.

In the outpouring of grief for Sinead, people have been saying that we failed her, we didn't deserve her, etc. Fair enough, but I imagine that O'Connor would roll her eyes a bit — if her weird, sometimes chaotic career proved anything it's that she was no one's victim. But you gotta acknowledge that sexism / conservatism / idiocy was a big and unfortunate part of her story. In some other epoch/universe, she would've been revered as an oracle or prophet. Instead, she gave us the truth and we gave her hell.

Case in point! Her infamous appearance at 1992's "Bobfest" during which Sinead was booed off the stage before she could perform "I Believe In You." Bizarre and embarrassing.

"Half the audience were cheering, half were booing, which is a strange sound," she recalled many years later. "I’m highly affected by sound, and it was making me want to vomit. So, when Kris [Kristofferson] helped me offstage, I was trying to suppress the urge to vomit over him… a bit of a headfuck. And I still remember dear old Booker T – who’s now a great friend – on the piano, getting ready to play the Dylan song. But my version involved whispering it, and the noise was too loud. So I just shouted the lyrics to Bob Marley’s "War" instead. Willie Nelson was waiting backstage. He’s a very funny character, who’d previously trained me how to transport weed across county lines! He’d also asked me to record a version of Peter Gabriel’s "Don’t Give Up" the next day. So when Kris led me offstage, Willie came up and whispered: 'You’re still coming in the studio tomorrow, right?' Ha ha! And we went off and had a spliff."

For an idea of how things could've been, take a listen to the remarkable afternoon rehearsal performance, wherein Sinead finds a holiness in the song that even Bob never matched. The rapture of faith, the glory of love. I believe in you.

Don’t let me change my heart Keep me set apart From all the plans they do pursue And I, I don’t mind the pain Don’t mind the driving rain I know I will sustain ’Cause I believe in you

Photo: Anton Corbijn

#sinead o'connor

[radioczar]

❛  𝐆ood Morning ˏ delinquents   .ᐟ Today’s broadcast focuses on the idiocy of the picture show   .ᐟ Stay tuned because one thing about the delights of radio we do not need to buffer aha   .ᐟ ❜

#( v ; 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 // main #&&. YOUR DAILY BROADCASTS !

[catboldbot]

I really prefer not to use insults that suggest that I subscribe to the common understandings of intelligence and the idea that people are either "smart" or "stupid". It doesn't work like that, and I think it is important to broadcast to all my friends and acquaintances that I don't think it works like that.

However, I'm really at a loss for how else to describe the credulous idiocy found in people who truly believe that nothing in this world happens without coercion or a profit motive, an idea that stands in stark opposition to... literally everything I've ever learned about humans??

Like wow, thinking about this for about 3 seconds could save you from repeating this nonsense, and yet...

[voxofthevoid]

Time for Surprise Rut Wednesday #2. Fic's at 20k and 3.5 chapters, and I am starting to suspect this will be even longer than I expected (🤡). Gojou still hasn't made an appearance, and it took me a damn long time to get Nanami to show some hole.

Writing goyuu is easy in the sense that getting Gojou into bed with his teenage student doesn't take much mental or narrative gymnastics. Nanami? Fuck me, I'm working through layers of guilt and denial that'd better fit a penitent nun getting freaky with a cross.

Porn under the cut: Venture forth to read Nanami getting eaten out and fucked by a baby alpha.

“Itadori,” Kento rasps, “what’re you—”

It hits him before Itadori can reply—not that he would, still buried mouth-first in Kento’s ass and waging war on his sanity—and when it does, Kento groans at his own fucking idiocy.

Itadori’s running on more knot than brain, despite that brief flash of clarity earlier. He’s trying to get to Kento’s slick, trying to make him wet.

Kento feels dizzy for a moment.

The fact that Itadori, a baby alpha who’s cooking in a heat he’s never known, still wants to coax Kento’s body to readiness, to not hurt him—it’s insane, it’s sweet.

It’s so like Itadori that it hurts.

“That’s not going to work,” Kento says weakly. “Itadori, I’m not—”

Itadori is well past listening, assuming he can even hear. His mouth doesn’t let up on Kento’s hole, and even his hands have migrated to the crease of Kento’s thighs, calloused palms rubbing clumsy circles over the scent glands there, and they react as easy as anything, more and more of Kento’s scent wafting into the air to mingle with Itadori’s and form a heady mixture that burns his lungs, but no amount of rut-addled coaxing will make Kento capable of producing slick.

He reaches back, muscles tensing as more of his weight lands on his shoulders and neck. He gropes air until he finds Itadori’s hair, grabbing a rough fistful. It’s an awkward angle, and the tug is more forceful than Kento intends, but Itadori still doesn’t budge. He also registers his protest directly against Kento’s asshole, a guttural growl that makes his toes curl.

Another lap of the tongue follows, like the boy’s apologizing.

He tries tugging Itadori away again. He knows it won’t work, and it doesn’t, Itadori latching onto his hole with renewed fervor, and Kento can’t help how his nails dig into Itadori’s scalp, raking through the sweat-heavy strands of his hair, but even that just earns him a groan that bites into his rim and makes him tremble inside and out.

Kento, he—

He can’t take much more of this.

It’s good; it’s too good. It’s killing him.

“Itadori,” he calls. It comes out low and wrecked, more noise than name. Kento swallows and wets his lips, picking his words and holding them in his still-aching mouth for a long, thrumming moment. “Itadori, fuck me.”

Itadori’s hands tighten on him, almost digging into the glands at his thighs. His mouth is still pressed hotly to Kento’s hole.

“Fuck me,” Kento repeats, and every word stains his tongue and his soul, but worse is the way his cock pulses in turn. “It’s enough, I’m ready, fuck me—”

Itadori might be beyond reason, but he’s broadcasting his priorities with every surge of his scent. Even if nothing Kento ever says again reaches him, this will.

And it does, that burning mouth finally detaching from Kento’s hole.

It clenches around empty air, and Kento bites the inside of his mouth till he tastes blood.

The mattress shifts behind him, under him. A damp hand lands on the swell of his ass, prying one cheek to the side. It’s a rough, bruising grip, and when Kento’s muscles tense under it, Itadori’s fingers only tighten further.

Kento isn’t expecting much gentlemanly behavior, and he doesn’t get any, his only warning a moment of blunt pressure before Itadori rams into him.

For a single, searing moment, Kento feels nothing at all.

Then his body registers that full violation, and the numbness dies to sensation. The fullness is the worst, obscenely suffocating. Kento sucks in a breath and feels Itadori’s cock in his throat, a pressure he can’t breathe around. And it was exactly that not too long ago, but this feels worse somehow—bigger, thicker, hotter.

Kento’s flesh is burning around it.

Itadori moves before Kento can choke on the fullness, which isn’t a blessing when the electric drag of it leaving his body lances through him all the way to the gut, and the emptiness hurts, his muscles hotly sore, but Itadori doesn’t leave him empty long either, slamming into him with enough force to punch the air out of his lungs.

It doesn’t exit quietly, ripping his voice out of him.

It’s not a pained sound. Maybe that’s why it seems to excite Itadori, who fucks into Kento faster and harder, filling him up before he’s never empty, pulling brutally out before he’s ever full, and Kento’s left choking on nothing and crying out for it too, and then there are hands clamping tight on his hips, half holding in place and half pulling him back against Itadori’s cock, and it’s—

Pain, he can endure; pleasure, he can enjoy.

But this is both and neither, just screaming sensation that eats into his insides.

Kento claws at the sheets, his fingers snagging on the folds of his own rumpled clothes, and behind him, Itadori becomes a thing of sound and fury.

He doesn’t last, his already non-existent rhythm disintegrating into nothing as he slams into Kento like he wants to break him, and his sounds are pained anymore, not entirely, the agony in them overshadowed by the pleasure dripping like filth, and that, out of all of this, is what makes Kento yield to it, sinking into the heat simmering in his blood and clawing at his gut, and he still doesn’t touch himself, but when the throb of his cock sweetens the savage sensations, he doesn’t resist it, burying a moan in the crook of his elbow.

Every thrust starts to force him wider, Itadori’s knot swelling and swelling.

There was too much friction to begin with, two fingers’ worth lube hardly enough and spit prone to drying too fast, but Kento could take it well, open and loose from Itadori’s mouth, but the knot threatens to be well and truly too much. His rim burns around it, protesting every single millimeter of the extra stretch, and his muscles feel too tight, struggling to accommodate all that girth.

None of it stops Itadori from making him take it, breaking Kento open till he’s speared and spread around his cock, his knot.

Kento grits his teeth through the worst of the stretch, forcing his hips back to meet Itadori’s thrusts and clenching around the outward drag of his cock—anything to keep the knot inside, to keep it from splitting him open over and over and over.

He doesn’t flatter himself that Itadori takes the cue from him, everything about that boy screaming he’s currently a slave to biology, but if it’s biology that has him ramming into Kento and howling while his knot pops, Kento will take it, till he’s blind and burning with it.

Itadori’s cock alone is obscenely thick, and his knot is a beastly thing, making Kento’s muscles scream around where they’re snug around it. He feels like he’s been fisted.

#nanaita #jjk snippets #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #wip wednesday #my fic #fic: flesh is the only virtue

[kamishiro-rui-phoenixwonderland]

Ugh, you know, that girlfriend of yours always pissed me off! I mean, her only claim is being an idol, but MORE MORE JUMP! has been pretty stagnant lately! She's been taking quite the long fucking hiatus to just... do nothing? She hasn't even been that active on here, for goodness' sake! AND that's ignoring her existing negative traits- her idiocy, for example! How can you stand to date someone so worthless?

// FOR THE PART ABOUT SHIZU BEING INACTIVE I MEAN NO HATE TO SHIZU MOD! I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOOD AMMO. ANYWAYS. AHAGHAGSHS

...

@nene-kusanagi-wxs i need to borrow Robo-Nene. right the fuck now. please.

in the meantime.

you absolutely horrid, vile, disgusting excuse of a "person," how DARE you??? are you feeling quite okay?? i don't think you are- because how else could you look at her and hurl such cruelty directed towards her, what the hell is wrong with you!?

idols don't owe you SHITE. Shizuku-san has her OWN BLOODY LIFE. she has NO requirement to broadcast it 24/7 to beasts like you...!!

she works so, so hard. only to receive the mindlesss hate from IDIOTS such as yourself during the one period she decided to put herself first- as SHE DESERVES TO!!

and you have THE FUCKING NERVE TO SUGGEST I'M THE ONE TOO GOOD FOR HER?? get your eyes checked. she's the one out of my league. and i will FOREVER be grateful that she has the patience and grace to put up with me, even though i could only dream of returning every single good she has ever done for me.

the day i start to believe she's un- unwort- God, i can't even FUCKING SAY IT BECAUSE OF HOW RIDICULOUS IT IS- that will be the day EVERYONE WHO'S EVER CALLED ME MAD, CRAZY, OFF MY ROCKER, INSANE- THAT WILL BE THE MOMENT THEY WILL ALL BE CORRECT WITHOUT A DOUBT!!

...

...

... i worry for you quite a bit.

#answered by mr director #[OOC: I STARTED TEARING UP WHILE WRITING THIS AAAAAA. imagine Rui seething and angry crying typing this out]

[blueysoda]

That One Guy

Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious

By BlueySoda

Cherri Bomb was well known in Pentagram City, especially after that news broadcast on the fight with that snake prick. What was his name again? Pretentious? Pension? Whatever his name was, it wasn't important enough for Cherri to remember. That was weeks ago, anyway. To a lot of demons around the city, she was recognized as the infamous "spunky powerhouse" that caused the small, random explosions around the city and was responsible for a lot of property damage.

It was more than vandalism, but in Hell, arson was just like graffiti. An everyday occurrence, and not something that can be stopped. Not unless the culprit was caught by someone mean and rich and powerful. Luckily for Cherri, she's too quick for someone like that. She blew up billboards, signs, even a couple of their smaller establishments. Whether the demons inside survived, she didn't pay any mind.

The thrill and adrenaline of a chase or a fight was something she'd been craving for weeks, now. The fight against Prentice was too much fun, and she'd been aching for something action-packed like that again. Maybe even with the same guy. Wouldn't that be funny? Well, she and Angel did find him again a couple more times, once even finding smoldering, ruined cardboard cutouts of themselves scattered about rooftops. Someone clearly didn't drink their coffee that morning.

Cherri was out in the city by herself, perched carefully on the roof of a tall building. She was vigilantly scanning the skyline and in between buildings for stuff to add onto the list of places and/or things to blow up. Arson and explosives were her thing, and she felt in an especially chaotic and destructive mood that night. All day, she had been itching to try out the final product of a new bomb she'd been developing. It was actually a personal request from Angel Dust, her closest friend, and how could she say no to him?

As she looked around, something moved in the corner of her eye. She turned, aware that she was perceptive enough to know that it wasn't just a car on the street down below. Besides, it was up higher. And in the sky. It was… getting bigger? Then, she recognized it. A devious grin grew on her face as she eyed the vessel carefully, watching as it grew larger and larger, closer and closer.

A loud, maniacal laugh that was far too easily recognizable, for someone who'd heard it before, echoed through the atmosphere. This signaled a huge grappling hand to emerge from the dark airship, going down and trying to grasp her. It succeeded, and Cherri's smile changed slightly as she grunted and struggled violently to try and free herself.

"UGH- hey!! Let me go, ya damned pervert!!" She demanded, but was ignored and held up to the massive glass windshield, where a speaker started broadcasting at max volume right in Cherri's face.

"WELL, WELL, WELL, LOOK WHO― what? Is it? Am I not supposed to hear an echo? But.. I turned it all the way up! Well how in Hell was I supposed to know that?!"

Cherri listened to a very loud, one-sided conversation between Pentium and his Egg Bois, watching as they helped him for well over three minutes with the control panel. Eventually, they turned it down by about 40%, which was just about perfect, even though it took them a second to get there. The cyclops had a very amused expression on her face, thinking that the absolute idiocy of this man that was so egotistical and high-strung was hilarious. Pendulum looked back up at her and cleared his throat.

"Oh, where was I- ah, yes!" The snake's voice changed back to its insane hissing from before. "Well, well, well, look who― "

"I'm gonna stop ya right there, edgelord. This ain't a fair fight. Just put me down so we can finish this the fun way." She smirked, a twinkle in her eye showing her urge for battle. The snake scoffed.

"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, MISSY!! How DARE you interrupt me!! Ahem! I'm aware it's an unfair fight, that's why I've bonded you this way!"

"Snrrk― you'd be in a lotta shit if Ange were here, pea-brain. But, uh." In one swift move, Cherri loosened herself from the machinery and dropped down through it, then grabbed the edge and swung herself to land on her feet right on top of it. "I didn't mean unfair to me."

Then, before the inventor could physically react, Cherri Bomb threw a regular round bomb out at the airship, which crashed through the glass and landed in the cockpit. Just like last time. The girl laughed as a taunt, yelling out.

"Three… two… ONE!!"

The bomb went off at the count of one and filled the cockpit with rainbow smoke and glitter, and knocked some debris loose from the mechanics. Cherri Bomb exploded with laughter, hands on her knees as she stood on the hand that held her captive moments before.

"You're such a fuckin' idiot!! Holy shit! I've met stupid people but jeez! This- pfft- this is the second time I pulled this shit, and I was in fronta ya this time! How the fuck are ya this dense?!"

The Australian teased and belittled him for minutes on end, just making fun of how stupidly he was handling the situation. And of how his Egg Bois were just sitting there, some even trying not to laugh along with Cherri. She sat down where she was standing, legs dangling down despite being without any safety gear. She really was a daredevil, this girl.

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Dash Commentary

Turning up the radio, thank fuck his broadcast tower is sound proof so he doesn't have to hear those two morons making their idiocy the entire hotel's problem.

#hcppyhotel #happyhctel #(they deserve each other) #(he hates both of them so much) #✧˖*°࿐ Alastor // the RADIO DEMON’S in town. #✧˖*°࿐ DASH COMM // what the FRESH HELL is going on NOW?

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Chapter 16 - Unlikely Best Friend

All the CEOs were gathered in the VIP Room 2, but neither of them had any idea why they were summoned by the Chairman. Kisara had to admit, she knew old man Katahara was a playful jokester, but this was a fishy situation and she was getting rather suspicious. Silently staying between Akira and Urita for comfort, she was listening intently to their chattering - And they were right. There were about five CEOs that were missing - All of them were CEOs that had lost their battles, though it wasn't a criteria, since many others who lost were present... In fact, apart from Akira and her parents, all CEOs were losers. Not only that, but her parents looked awfully relaxed... And that jerk of a fighter was there with them too, and he was looking at her with a wretched smirk. How annoying.

At some point, Katahara, followed by his best friend, the patriarch of the Kure clan, the king of Thailand Rama XIII and a ton of bodyguards came into the room... But the old man seemed to be completely unaware of the meeting.

It was a trap - The first to try to run away were the samurai-CEO and the CEO whose fighter was that sumo guy who lost against Seki in the first round, both of them having the fighting instincts in their blood... But as the door opened, an ocean of men with weapons, all garbed in white suits and wearing mean looks, flooded the room... with Hayami Katsumasa, the CEO of Toyo Electric Power Co. in the lead. So this guy was the reason for everything. He was trying to overthrow Katahara. He must have known from the very beginning that he and his cheap influence had no chance of winning, especially now that Julius lost against Wakatsuki, so he had to resort to this kind of blackmail. Disgusting.

Though three of the good bodyguards threatened Hayami, they were defeated in the blink of an eye by the most surprising man in the world - Hassad, the Arabian Whirlwind that was thrown in the ocean after the preliminary matches. How ironic. Still, he wasn't  the real threat, but many of the other awfully strong looking men.

ONe of the men in white took out a laptop and showed a live broadcast of some of the missing CEOs, who were outside, bound by ropes and threatened to be killed by a fat man with a knife or a machete to their neck. Actually.... That man's build looked an awful lot like Kaburagi's. At this point, she wouldn't be surprised if he somehow teleported his way to Katahara's private resort out of the blue.

"Oh hoooo. You guys there - If you were just a few points short, you'd be there with them now, isn't that right?" Katahara loked back at the CEOs of Burger Boss, Nentendo... And her parents. "So you guys were in it too, weren't you?" Kisara walked next to the chairman and looked at her parents in disgust. "Of course we were. We pledged from the very beginning that we would nominate Mr. Hayami as the CEO. Katahara's getting old and senile." her father let out an amused exhale. "Were you afraid that Wakatsuki would defeat you, then?" she crossed her arms, glaring at them. "No, you stupid girl. Tanji would have easily swept the floor with that idiot. But once again, you completely shatter all of our plans with your idiocy." her father accused her, but she could only raise her eyebrow questioningly. "What, did I breathe the wrong way? Did I blink twice as much as I should have? Enlighten me." she truly was curious what happened. "Tanji refused to fight for our company, unless you agree to date him." Kisara's eye widened in shock, only to burst into fits of laughter and needed to lean on the old man's shoulder, who was chuckling, just like her. "Really? Please, tell me you're joking, this is the most pathetic thing I've heard in my entire life." obviously, it wasn't a joke. "I have a boyfriend already. And even if I didn't, I wouldn't be dating this fuckass. If he doesn't want to fight, then find another fighter. Sure, there's no way you'll win, but at least you won't face the humiliation of forfeiting." she suggested briefly, only to see her mother smiling at her. "Because of you, the company will suffer a massive loss of income. If you don't solve this issue, we will sue you."  she threatened, but it only made her look ridiculous. "Of course I'll solve the issue. I am going to take over the company. It's in my interest to keep appearances, isn't it?" both of her parents were shocked. "Wh-Who said anything about passing on the business to you?! You're a stupid little child who likes to throw around money! Even after death, we'll never pass on the heritage to you." her mother snarled at her with anger. "I can get you Raian for your fight. He may have lost against Ohma, but he dominated the whole match. Not to mention, both Wakatsuki and the two fighters of the first match from round 3 are heavily injured. A little bit of persuasion and Raian might even be capable of killing them and win the competition..." Kisara trailed on with a smirk on her face. She knew she didn't need to convince the psycho to fight, though having the patriarch there wasn't too good for her. "No. We don't want that deadbeat from the Kure clan. In fact, we don't want any fighter. I think we can come to a nice compromise, you and us, daughter." her father came forward, towering over her. "You go in there and fight against that musclehead. If you come out of there alive, we will consider writing your name in our will." "So you're betting on me getting killed by Wakatsuki, aren't you? Fine. Hey, gramps, can the company CEO be changed during a kengan tournament officially, regardless of the circumstances of the change?" she asked, smiling at him. "Of course, it can be done - My, how exciting, we've never had a woman fighting in our tournament before! Have you heard that, Erioh? Maybe you should have sent some of the girl to fight at some point, I'm sure it would have been exciting." Katahara laughed, while the Kure leader merely smiled and shook his head. "Sweet! Well then, let's make this deal right now. You write my name in the will, I fight for you instead of that dumbass, I get out alive, I kill you, and I get the company! Wonderful!" Kisara chirped in mock-glee, shocking her parents. "There are no fights allowed between company owners! You will be kicked out of here!" her father yelled at her. "Actually, no rule states that a retired fighter, who becomes a normal spectator, cannot actively fight against a company owner." Katahara himself pointed out - The Hasashi owners surely didn't play that smart. "Oh, which reminds me... Hayami. The Hasashi company won't be supporting you anymore. We are supporting the Nogi group." with a peace sign thrown in, Katahara laughed again, while the man with half of his face burnt looked pissed off. "You will regret it, little girl - But I will give everyone a choice, even you. Will you join those four and wait for your executions, or will you join me and form a new Kengan Association?" his mustache was curled up evilly. "And Metsudo, I have a demand to make of you. Cancel the tournament and resign as chairman, effective immediately." "And what if I say no?" the old man was defiant - He surely must have his ground. "Then I'll blow up the kengan dome along with all of the kengan association members and foreign dignitaries." it seems that Katahara already knew about the intruders and the others who went to plant the bombs around the dome. He's not an old man for nothing, obviously - Which made Kisara relaxed. Katahara surely knew about Hayami's evil intent from the very beginning and has something prepared.

Nikaido Ren, along with the other Heavenly wolves, were the ones who actually installed the bombs, seeing as they were special ops for the Japanese army, how interesting. Hayami has about a thousand guardians inside and outside of the dome, and compared to Katahara's 250 bodyguards, the good guys were seemingly outnumbered... But doesn't this guy get that Katahara's best friend is the Patriarch of the Kure clan? Surely, those assassins would be helpful.

"Now, the cancellation of the tournament won't affect those of you who have already lost - As a matter of fact, I've prepared another chance for all of you. I promise you that I will host a new Tournament for the key positions in my association - Let us all build a new Kengan Association together." still.... If these many guardians were around... Were they threatening the fighters not present? "Hey, I have a question for you - What's happening to the fighters right now? The active ones AND the ones from the medical room." Kisara called out, hoping for the best. "Well... Who knows~? I will tell you only if you desert that old geezer." Hayami thought he had won. "Admit it, Katahara - Your time is done!" one of the CEOs who must have been an old friend of this jerk tried to call him out and reason to him, but he was completely out of it. "Hey, Metsudo - Do you see it now?" Erioh called out to his best friend, in a sort of shady way.   "He's gone back to his old tone of voice." the old man nodded his head dismissively. "You know you brought this upon yourself. You should've finished him off back then. The first time that Hayami Katsumasa rebelled against you." the patriarch was reproaching his best friend for his merciful decision from long ago. "You're fucked in the head. Who the hell would want to join you? Do yourself a favour and kill yourself or something." Kisara sighed, rolling her eyes. "Exactly! In your dreams! I'm going to reach the top by my own power! I don't need your help!" Yoshitake, shaking like a leaf, shrieked desperately at the evil man. "Ohhh, look who's grown a set of balls." Shion was puffind her cigarette, amused. "But that still just about sums it up." the Sumo-lover shrugged, along with his samurai friend. "Mr. Yoshitake speaks for the rest of us, here - WIth some exceptions, of course." Gaolang's employer smiled. "Oh, and let me take this chance to give you my answer - I'm not gonna be your partner." Kaneda's CEO spoke leisurely. "Likewise~." it was time for Naoya's employer to speak up. Hayami humphed in annoyance, seeing the resistance. "And what about you, Akira? Your late father was a loyal subject of mine, so I decided to extend this offer to you, the only executive of a winning corporation present, out of respect - Seeing that Miss Hasashi over there decided to rebel unwisely." once again, the red head rolled her eyes. "Loyal subject...? And who was it that ordered Mr. Urita's father to dispose of your Loyal Subject?" Akira accused the jerk. "My father was nothing but your puppet. He killed Mr. Nishihonji's father, just as he was told - But not us. We'll never be your puppets." Sukizo, too, seemed pissed off. "You fools are completely oblivious to the situation. Forget it. Get lost!" in that instant, the guardians were ready to attack - And so was Kisara. She took her katana out and got in her stance. A that point, Katahara raised his hand like a little child, asking if he was allowed to ask something. How hilarious. "There's something I just have to know - You didn't care about the tournament results all along, did you?" Hayami confirmed that thought, saying that his true goal was simply to overthrow him and destroy his Kengan association, to build his own. Still, in that motion, he confirmed that he was going to throw the Heavenly Wolves under the bus for being 'terrorists' Not only that, he said that he would blow the dome either way if the people didn't accept him being appointed as the new Chairman - What a mad man! "And, okay~! That's all the evidence I need~ 💖! I just so~ happened to have this recorder on me~♪ Now. What would your subordinates think if they heard this?" Katahara asked, only to be called a fool by his enemy. "It'll be even worse when the foreign heads of state hear of this. As soon as they know you're the terrorist mastermind, then you can kiss any hope of becoming Kengan association chairman goodbye. In fact you'll never return to public life again." "I said you're a FOOL." Hayami was getting very pissed off by the old man's antics. "Ohhh~! Listen to how clear the audio is~♪! You'll have a hard time working your way out of this one~!" Katahara hummed all amused. "SHUT UP!!!" Hayami yelled sternly, and the guardians were ready to strike. He really thought he had Katahara in checkmate, that idiot. "How do you plan to get THAT outside, exactly? In case you've forgotten, you're completely surrounded!" in that instant, someone got a message on his walkie talkie and went to communicate it in a whisper.

As if on cue, the wall was freaking broken and from a helicopter jumped 50 elite Kure members - Kisara couldn't help but laugh - Those two old men were really fantastic! "Thank you for the patience. Fifty elite members of the Kure Clan, at your service." the Patriarch was ready to fight. "The pieces are in place. Shall we have ourselves a game~?" a mischievous, triumphant grin was painted on the Chairman's face. "Hyoooohoohoho! Surprised yet, Hayami? And just to be clear - We're not the only ones resisting you! You guys join in too!" all of his elite bodyguards, and some famous fighter relatives of the employed fighters, like Inaba's gramps or Mikazuchi Rei's old man.

"HEY BABE! THANKS FOR TAKING CARE OF GRAMPS!" Raian's loud, boastful laugh resounded through the VIP room as he run to her side, killing guardians at fantastic speed. "Sure, sure! Raian - I have to go save Ohma. How about we have our little teaching lesson right now?" Kisara grinned, stepping forward next to her psycho friend. "HA! HEY, GRAMPS, IMMA MARRY THIS ONE, GOT IT?" his grin was splitting his face in two. "Keep dreaming, Raian!" the red head laughed as she charged ahead of the Kure boy and started killing away at the guardians. She let all restraints loose - She never killed before, but she threw all of her anger and frustration into destroying the people threatening her life. She had one goal, and that was to get out of there and reach Ohma. She had to save him before it was too late. "Work on your stance, babe - And careful to those fuckers - Don't wanna hurt your pretty face, do ya?" he said as he ripped a guy in two perfect sides. "...Wicked..." Kisara's green eyes looked with awe at his raw power. To think a human being can actually rip a man apart like that, it was fantastic. "LOOK OUT!" Raian rushed and threw his arms around the red head, turning around - He shielded her from a sickle throw. "Shit, I'm sorry -" the girl tried to apologise, but Raian activated his Removal. "You're dead." yep. He was beyond control now and he went on a rampage. So much for a killing lesson. At least she was now able to follow him through the corridor of dead bodies and leap out of the room. "THANKS, RAIAN! SEE YOU LATER!" she called out, not looking back and hurrying the hell out of there before anyone could catch up to her.

The girl ran out of there, and as soon as she got to the lower parts of the dome, she saw various fighters teaming up against bunches of evil guardians surrounding them. All of the fighters were bare-handed, but neither seemed to be struggling, despite their injuries. That is the true pride of a fighter, huh? Fascinating.

There was Kuroki Gensai at some point, looking completely unbothered and in perfect shape as always, and then there was Saw Paing going all out, as always - And further down, she found four fighters going against a guardian with long, dark hair, wielding some kind of weapon that seemed to have severely harmed Adam Dudley. Kaneda was in the back, whilst an injured Cosmo, finally out of his wheelchair, was in the vanguard with Gaolang and his shattered right fist just behind him.

"We wouldn't want the Thai God to injure his Heavenly fist so bad that he can't protect His Majesty, now, would we~?" Kisara teased as she lunged forward and cut the enemy's weapon in two, before cutting him down in the same manner. "Don't worry, things are going to settle down... And your employers are safe too. Toyo's CEO tried to make a coup, but Katahara has everything under control and the guardians are being killed left and right. Any idea if Ohma is still down at the medical wing?" she asked, cleaning the blood from her katana on her sleeve. "Thanks for the help, Nee-san! Anyway, I think he's still there. But don't worry, there were a lot of fighters in that room, so he's safe!" Cosmo smiled, tired from the exhaustion of getting out of his wheelchair. "Wonderful. Now then, I suggest you go somewhere safe and wait until this commotion dies down. See ya." with a rushed peace sign, the red head sprung out of there as fast as when she'd arrived. "Huh. I never imagined Miss Kisara would slice a man in two without any hesitation." Gaolang's eyes were wide with surprise, but at the same time, he could easily get it. He, too, would kill and has killed, in order to protect His Majesty - Sometimes, assailants don't know how to stop when they see themselves at a disadvantage. Ohma... That Tokita Ohma must be a really lucky man and a good fighter. Perhaps he should pay attention to his next fight.

Just a little more, just a few more bannisters to slide down on, just like when she was a child at the skate park - And there it was, the lowest floor, the one that housed the Infirmary - The whole place was swarming with guardians - But no matter. They will all die by her sword. The killing was, however, stopped once she noticed the huge frame of the ex-Nentendo fighter, Haruo, who had Mokichi, Ohma and Yamashita Kazuo in his grasp, and was followed by Miracle Doctor and Inaba.

"RYO!" the girl cried out, running up to him and following Haruo to the secluded, safe room where she let those three. "Are you three staying?" "I need to go help Master, but I'll come back later!" Haruo said, rushing out of the room. "Since these two are the most injured, I need to constantly keep an eye on them. Now that you're here, I guess I don't have to worry anymore. Inaba wanted to make sure these guys were safe." though the doctor smirked and wiped the sweat from his forehead, Ryo smiled at the girl. "Thanks, you guys, you are the best. Stay in the corner next to the those three. I'll handle the rest now." closing the door, Kisara went to kneel on the ground, the sword laid in front of her, and her hands were resting on her lap. If there was something useful she learnt with Hatsumi, was to throw the enemy off guard by not showing your intentions - Either keeping your hands in your pockets, or... Sitting on the ground, completely unbothered and seemingly defenseless. Or at least, that was the impression she wanted to let. "Will you be okay, Miss Kisara?" Ryo asked, frowning. "Let's just say that I've never been angrier in my life, and that someone broke all the shackles that restrained me ethically. I'm going to let all my frustrations out." she smiled wickedly, like an enigmatic Kitsune, as she cracked her fingers.

And then they waited. And waited. Until the door opened, and three guardians got in. They started laughing, saying that she was ready to commit seppuku, hence the katana before her, but before they knew it, all of them were left in pieces, in their combined pools of blood - And Kisara was back to her spot, as if nothing happened. This process continued each time the door was kicked open, and she would slash them to bits - That is, until Haruo opened the door, stumbling in and dripping with blood from head to toe. Everyone yelled out his name out of shock and concern, only to see some kind of sharp rapier impaling him, making him fall limp to the ground.

"I found you." the grave and somber looking guardian spoke in a low voice. Although, the next words that followed were completely in disarray compared to his previous action. "Run." he said, making the people inside the room blink in confusion. "Wh-What did you say...?" Yamashita Kazuo, fallen to the ground, managed to stammer meekly. "Run. This dome will be blown up shortly." the enemy spoke so casually as he took out a handkerchief and cleaned the blood from his blade. "I will allow you to go freely, if you'll take that man with you." he continued, motioning towards Ohma. "Why is Ohma so important to you?" Kisara spoke sternly over Yamashita, who was trying to whisper a question of concern. "This is your only chance. Julius in engaged with Squad B just up ahead and my squad is heading to him as back-up. He's furious, now that he's realised he was just a sacrificial pawn. Security should be light now. Go on and escape." everything he was saying was so completely weird. "W-W-Wait just a second...! Did you say that the dome's gonna blow up...?! Then what are we waiting for?! We have to evacuate everyone - Quickly!" the manager wailed in desperation. "Don't get the wrong idea." the man threatened solemnly, piercing Haruo's back once again, earning a shriek of distress from the old man. "Do you think that I was letting you go out of good will? Keep the Tiger's Vessel alive. Those were my orders." Tiger's Vessel? What an odd metaphor for a human, let alone Ohma. Did something happen to him when he was younger, still in the Inside, and he doesn't remember? Could this be the cause of his amnesia? "What in the world does that mean?" Kisara got up from her spot, yet didn't drop her guard for a second. "You don't need to know, and you knowing wouldn't make a bit of difference. Take Tokita Ohma and leave the dome. This is your last chance to survive." and he was dead serious about this. "Miss Kisara, maybe we should go. I have to find Uri and get him out of here." Ryo was gritting his teeth, afraid for his best friend. "This isn't the most optimal scenario I envisioned. We have to come up with a plan." though the miracle muttered, though quite fantastically, the once unconscious man got up on wobbly feet - And everyone gasped out his name - Only for him to groan, asking what happened while he was asleep. Seeing that he was awake, the guardian decided that letting other people live would only get in his way, and with someone in such a bewildered condition, it wouldn't pose as too much work to get him out of there - So he lunged towards the manager to attack, only to get his rapier blocked and kicked to the side. "Hold up, hombre. Don't you think you've gotten too full of yourself?" Kisara hissed at him, getting in a defensive stance in front of the manager and his fighter. "Hasashi Kisara - Why are you covered in blood, and who the hell is he?" Ohma's low voice made her feel instantly more relaxed and courageous. "Well - One of the CEOs had a coup d'etat and planted bombs around the dome and is now threatening to blow this up, while his bodyguards go around killing everyone that isn't present in the stadium. Was that good enough for an explanation?" the red head chuckled, sparring intensely with the rapier wielding guy. "Nah. You have too much red on you. Come over." just as she drove the guardian back, she turned her back to him and stepped next to Ohma who was eying the blood caking her clothes and face. "I don't like this look on you. Who ruined that cute outfit of yours?" he asked, raising his hand to cup her face and wipe the blood from her cheek. "I wouldn't know. They're long dead. They stood in my way while I was trying to reach you. Grave mistake." that sweet yet playful smile made the man huff in amusement and reach his other hand forwards the enemy, using a new skill altogether to catch the tip of his rapier and break it. As he flicked the tip away, he lunged his foot forward and punched the guardian easily, driving him away. This wasn't the same Ohma as before - This Ohma was on a completely other level. He was radiating calmness, he was cool-headed and collected, and most of all, he was stable both mental and physical, apart for his injuries. "This guy is too predictable, I should have let you had your fun." Ohma spoke, before turning his attention towards the opponent, looking bored. "I'll only repeat myself once. Get lost." "I see that you qualify as the Tiger's Vessel." the guardian spoke, throwing away his weapon to clatter and clank on the ground. "...Are you working for Him? Why is He showing up now?" by the looks of things, Ohma had an idea about what was going on. Something tells Kisara that this wasn't JUST a coup d'etat, nor was Hayami the real mastermind behind all this, but a greater force was behind him, using this opportunity for far more sinister schemes. Though the enemy had no more weapons, he didn't need that, for he activated something similar or quite literally Ohma's Advance technique. "I'll have to take you by force. The Tiger's orders are absolute." "I'd completely forgotten It's real name until now. Possessing Spirit. I guess you're not bullshitting me. You must be His messenger." stepping forwards, Ohma got in a stance. "Hasashi Kisara, stand back and protect Yamashita Kazuo if needed. This guy's not gonna back down easily." though she wanted to yell at him for going into a fight while so heavily injured, she merely nodded her head and got in front of the old manager, along with the assassin and the doctor. Thankfully, though, and quite incredibly, the fight lasted far shorter than expected, and the opponent was unconscious "Hey. Go back and tell him this - You won't get me with the same trick again. If you want me, you'd better come for me yourself." Ohma's cocky smirk was as enticing as always and she wanted to just grab his face and pull him in a deep kiss.

He was alright! Ohma was alright! Awake and alive and alright - More or less - But he was! What a relief, even if temporary, it was good. "Hasashi Kisara - Is there something you want to say to me?" the brunet came over to her, bending down slightly at the waist. "I..." he raised her chin with his finger to make her look at him. "I have quite a few things to tell you... But looking at you made me forget everything." her smile widened. "I'll talk to you properly tonight... Until then... I just want a single reassurance from you. Can I have that, please?" she asked, extending her pinky towards him. "Can you promise me that, no matter what I do, you won't hate me or be disappointed in me?" This question clearly surprised the man, but he was quick to get over his shocked, and he let out a small chuckle as he hooked his pinky to hers, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I promise." as soon as he spoke those words, he could see his beloved relax visibly - Only to side step him and go towards the exit. "Then, I'll be seeing you tomorrow night. Take care of Yamashita Kazuo." with a wink, she skipped out of the room, leaving everyone, especially her brunet darling, confused. "Have I missed a lot while I was asleep?" he asked out loud, though nobody knew what to answer.

As soon as she stepped out into the hallway, she noticed that there were no more white guardians anymore, but the place was filled with Katahara's fighters. So the coup was dissolved. Perfect. It was time to go to the chairman's office and look for his fighter. Getting there, she saw not only the chairman, but his best friend and a few of his personal bodyguards, yet no sight of The Fang.

"Ahh, Miss Kisara, to what do I owe the pleasure?" the old man asked, stepping towards her. "Well - Now that so many people are here, I guess I have a bit more to say. First, I think I should thank you for authorising the inheritance deal and the fighter change, even though it was kind of a weird thing." she smiled wryly, only to see the old man laughing merrily. "Not at all, not at all! You see - Sayaka is my daughter, and as a father, I would never want her to come to any harm. She and my son are my greatest treasures - And I'm sure Erioh here feels the same about his daughter. If your parents want to have you killed, but you have a plan, then by all means, I'd love to give you a chance to prove that you're going to be a far better CEO than they are. I had my doubts, but after seeing you fight earlier, I knew I had made the right decision. Still, there are no weapons allowed, I wonder what you will do, especially against a veteran like Wakatsuki Takeshi."  this answer made the girl smile and drive her hand through her hair. "Few people know that I trained with Hatsumi for four years - But that's for the best, isn't it? Nobody expects anything from me, because I'm a girl. But... Look at Karla. Nobody expects a cute girl like her to fight, and yet..." she ended with an enigmatic smile. "Haha, she's right! Erioh, what do you say? Maybe you ought to bring some female fighters for the next matches?" the old man turned towards his best friend, who had his hands in his haori sleeves. "Your opponent won't be easy to fight and four years of training will count for nothing against a veteran. Even so, I'm quite curious how the match will unfold. What style do you use?" the old fighter asked. "Aikido is my main style, but Hatsumi's style isn't the only thing that I know. I've been developing my own style, based on my fortes, so that I overcome the obvious physical weakness." this explanation earned a chuckle from the patriarch. "I see, I see, so the match will prove to be rather fun to watch. I will be rooting for you, Miss Kisara." Erioh spoje, making the girl smile. "Thanks, you two. So, this gets me to my next reason for being here. One - I can't find Raian, and I need to meet him in half an hour in the forest. And two... I need to see Agito urgently. I'd like to know where I can find him, please." the chairman chuckled, realising with ease her intent. "Agito never taught anyone before. Are you sure you're up for that?" the girl simply shrugged. "No clue. But his fight against Gaolang fascinated and inspired me. And that Formless style... Whatever it was, it looked a lot like the Aikido style I've been practicing, but on a whole other level. Even if I didn't have to prepare for a fight, I'd have liked to have Agito as my teacher, at some point... If he'll have me." her explanation earned a chuckle and a pat on her shoulder from the old man as he told her where to find his Fang, and she made a bee-line right to his room, knocking and waiting for the door to open.

Once it did, she looked up at the man towering over her and gave him a sweet smile. "Hi, Agito! How are you doing? Congrats on that amazing fight against Gaolang, you both were fantastic!" but the man remained silent. With a better look at him, she realised his hair was still disheveled and looked troubled, yet with added surprise at seeing the girl in front of him. "Uh... Are you doing alright? Is something upsetting you?" "Why are you here?" he asked bluntly. "Ah - Well... I need to ask a huge favour from you. I really need you to teach me your fighting style." his eyes widened slightly, before grunting out a definite No and stepping back to close the door, only for the girl to throw herself into the door to keep it open. "Agito, please, I need you! My parents' company fighter cowarded out and I have to fight against Wakatsuki myself! I can't do it without you!" hearing her desperate plea and the reason for her seeking his aid made his stunned - Not only was someone actually asking for HIS help, but a complete newby, a small and frail girl, of all things, was going to fight a Kengan match against a man that was only defeated twice in his over 300 matches career. She could have been placed against him, and it would have made no difference altogether. What the hell was in anyone's mind to accept this? "The chairman won't allow this. You're safe." but she shook her head. "The chairman already allowed this deal. It's all a business move, and it's beneficial on my part. If I get out alive from that match, I inherit the business. And well... I guess I finally get to test the progress I've made in the past four years of my training. Please, Agito, I really need you. I started learning how to fight so that I would be able to stop people from walking all over me. This is the last step I have to take. Once I inherit the business, not even my parents will be able to betray or humiliate me anymore. Please, accept. Just for a day. Just tomorrow." the girl's plea made him look down at her with his hard stare - And he nodded his head, albeit skeptically. "I can't guarantee you won't leave injured." the girl simply smiled widely. "It's fighting, I'm not expecting to leave unscratched. Thank you so much for accepting, it means the world to me!" they exchanged phone numbers for the next day's meeting, and once again, the girl darted off.

This time, Kisara went to her room, changing into comfortable, fighting clothes, and then ran into the forest, hoping that the old man had informed his psycho devil kin about the meeting time and place. Thankfully, Raian was already there, with his hands in her pants' pockets, almost as if he was imitating her from their earlier encounter. "Lookie, lookie who's finally decided to show up!" he sniggered teasingly. "I'm only ten minutes late. It took longer than I expected to find Kano's room and ask him to train me tomorrow." she sighed, stretching a bit. "Eh? Why d'you need that guy, when you've got me?" he asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy - It was almost adorable. "Realistically speaking, the fighting style he showed at the end of his fight with Gaolang matches my own. Whether it is Aiki, Systema or his Formless style, it's exactly what I need. Not only that, but Wakatsuki only ever lost against two people: Kano Agito, the man that I want to train me tomorrow, and Hatsumi Sen, the man that has trained me in Aikido for the past four years. He has never seen me fight before, but I have seen him. I know most of his fighting style and patterns by now, and I know that his Karate hits have a far shorter range compared to normal ones, so that will be in my advantage. I play a lot on the deceiving and surprising side - I shock with my moves so that I will gain that 1 second advantage and take you down. When Wakatsuki sees me taking his arch enemy's stance, he will pale. Not only that, but my Aikido style uses the enemy's strength and power against them, so adding his mountain-like state, you can imagine that he will be fighting against his own power added to my own. I don't need to win. I need to impress myself. This is my chance to prove to everyone, myself included, that I'm not the stupid, worthless doormat called Kisara that can't stop people from walking all over her. So... Yeah, Raian, I need all the help I can get." she explained  - But the man before her barked a laugh. "Fine, fine, whatever, I get ya, you're a fine cookie, babe. Now let's see what you've got." he got in a stance, while Kisara adopted a more leisure one, although not the same one as before, as that trick was already done and wasted. That was the huge problem with Kisara's strategy - It was based on one-tricks for the most part. She really should have had grappling lessons from Cosmo.

For the rest of the day until later into the night, the two kept on sparring and sparring, until the girl couldn't take it anymore. She was exhausted and famished. Of course, that psycho was doing fine, despite having used his Removal repeatedly, but he was nice enough to let her lean on his shoulder while they ate together. When things weren't revolving around fighting, Raian was actually a weirdly good company - If you were able to ignore the weirdo aspect of him and how he kept saying they were going to get married, though Kisara suspected he made the idea more into a gag, copying and mocking Karla's behaviour around Ohma. She wasn't entirely sure, but it didn't make much of a difference.

When she was finally full and ready for resting, the girl went to Hatsumi's room for a well-earned shower and strategy planner, considering he was one of the only two people to ever defeat Wakatsuki. Even if a lot of years passed since then, facts were facts, and neither changed their fighting style 180 since then. Now, three people were aware of the fight... With Wakatsuki being the fourth, but she will only tell him the next day, at evening, hoping to create enough disarray into his tactics, at least short-term.

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The night of the fourth day of the Kengan Annihilation tournament has approached, and all fighters were anxious for the last day, which held three rounds - It was going to be the most fantastic show anyone will witness in their entire life... And for Kisara, it mean the beginning of the end.

As Agito praised her progress and watched her leave from the forest grounds, the girl had only two objectives for the remaining time - First of all, she went by Wakatsuki's room and waited for him to open the door and let her in. He looked as bad as the previous day, unfortunately for him. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and looked up at the girl fidgeting from one foot to the other. "What is it, Kisara?" he asked. She had an almost guilty look on her face - He wondered why. "Remember when I said I will kill my parents?" she asked, taking a deep breath. "With Katahara as a witness, I struck a deal with my parents so that I will have my name on the business inheritance once they die. And, of course, I will force their time of death." she continued, with an almost dramatic effect pause. "Taking a life isn't easy, Kisara. Don't let anger take over you. You're not like them. They're not worth your time." despite his advice, the girl merely smiled. "I'm sure your employer told you about the coup from yesterday, didn't you? Though he wasn't present, he must have heard from the other CEOs. I was there. And when the guardians filled the VIP room, I and Raian went on a killing spree. I had to get the hell out of there and make sure Ohma was okay. That doesn't take away the fact that I took lives without any kind of hesitation. I had a single goal in my mind, and I achieved it. And so I will. Tomorrow. I will kill my parents and get my hands on the business." she spoke more sternly, much firmer, as he's never heard her before. "If you're so set on doing this, why did you come to tell me? Is it because I'm your best friend?" though he stated that possibility, he was more than aware that it wasn't the right answer. "No. I didn't want anyone to know about this, in particular. I don't want anyone dear to me to change their view of me, or think I'm some kind of evil, murderous, greedy person. The reason I'm here to tell you is... Because this issue, unfortunately, involves you indirectly. You were supposed to fight Tanji, but that cowardly jerk dropped out of the competition because I rejected him and Raian socked him in the face and wanted revenge. The deal was that they will only write my name in their will... If I become their new fighter and come out alive. They new you were their opponent in the next fight, and considering out differences... You could easily kill me in a single move. They don't know that I've been training, nor that we are friends. So... At least I know that I won't die." she explained with an awkward smile, watching his flabbergast expression, his single visible eye wide, and mouth slightly agape. "Are you trying to tell me that my next match will be against -- You?" the girl nodded sheepishly. "Are you out of your mind?" "Slightly. Despite everything... I still want you to fight with everything you've got. Don't be afraid to kill me. You know I can't be killed that easily. It's because you're my best friend that I hope you'll have enough faith in me that you'll fight the same as with any fighter. Please respect me and do your best, as you always do, okay, Takeshi?" with a small smile, she stepped in front of him and opened her arms wide - It was their signal to have a hug - And despite his head shake, he did indulge and embraced her. "You're far too reckless for you own good. Didn't you always cry about how awful it is to get injured? That you can't handle pain? And now you're willingly getting into a fight against someone like me. Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into?" he asked, only to feel the girl shrug. "Not entirely, but for the most part, yes. Though I'm not really qualified, I promise, I'll still do my best to make you and all my friends proud. I will go rest for now. But before I go..." with a cheeky grin, Kisara opened the door. "Please don't destroy my face. I'm far too pretty for that. And getting a full dental implant would get my business in bankruptcy." she laughed, going back to her room. To Ohma. Now that was going to be a difficult conversation to have.

Not only she didn't go to see him for a whole day and a half, but he had changed radically. She was almost afraid to see how Ohma was like now - Possibly this was the real Ohma, before his memories went down the drain. "Ohma? Are you here?" the girl asked, quietly opening the door, careful not to wake him up, if he were asleep. But he wasn't. "Look who's finally here. Did you miss me?" that didn't sound like Ohma at all. As she stepped inside the room properly, she saw him laying down on the bed, shirtless as always, and with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Of course I did. You have no idea how worried I was when you were unconscious." she sighed softly. "Yeah, I know, I heard you." he smirked wider, seeing the sweet smile on her face. "And I did what Her Majesty requested. I woke up. Now get over here already." though he reached out his arm towards her, she shook her head. "Let me take a shower first." and so she did, returning back all freshened up and wearing one of his Tshirts. As she climbed on the bed, the man playfully grabbed her and placed her on his lap. "How bold." she chuckled, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. "Now that's a proper welcome." he let out an amused huff. "Did you get your memories back?" his smile widened. "As right as always. Yeah, I did. About time, huh?" she nodded with a happy grin on her face. "I'm really happy for you." this time, she kissed him gentler. "What have you been doing these days? You seem pretty tired. And you have bruises all over you." he noticed, running his hands down her legs. "Uh... Can I tell you that tomorrow?" based on how evasive she was, Ohma merely raised his eyebrow, but agreed nonetheless. "Thanks, love. How about you tell me whatever you want that you remember, and tomorrow, I promise I'll explain everything to you." Once again, the brunet agreed, but instead of beginning a tale, he switched their positions so he would be on top of her. As always, he was always on top. Of everyone and everything. "I've got another idea." "I'm sure you do." her smile matched hers, as she pulled her closer to him, her hands playing with his beautiful, dark hair. "Welcome back, my love."

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[professionalcharmer]

Interesting mind, yet sounds so hollow. A sharp tongue, yet not much in action. Perhaps a hermit in its shell? You hold such potential yet it seems limiting everyday, like a certain straining you in the back. Was the gears rust and broken? There is no absolute verdict that can be concluded.

I'm surprised *you*—with how you speak down to others—would be so *willing* to broadcast confusion on a topic as *menial* as this. Did you *really believe* you could see right through me? Bring out my motivations and capabilities? No, you've merely proven your *idiocy* and *incompetence*.

*I* know the absolute verdict, I've know for all my existence.

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