cogitationbox | CALL ME OUT: SHIZU-CHAN EDITION

Heh. Fine, as a show of respect, I'll make sure you get a proper funeral!

[Something in his arm just snaps. He sacrificed it in order to break her chain, and that draws a grin out of her. This guy is good. He knows how to treat these things. She'll give him that. The moment it snaps it's back in her hand; a pole arm once more, as though it always had been, just in time to catch the sign and try to send it flying all at once.]

[Nice try, Kyoko. The sign doesn't go flying, he's still holding fast, putting all of his strength into this.]

It'll take more than that to get rid of me.

[For a split second, she underestimates him. Her spear curves to adjust to it's weight, as though it were elastic, before snapping back into place as she recovers her ground. Digging her heels into the ground, Kyoko's going to push right back.]

That arm of yours is gonna be completely useless soon, y'know.

[She underestimated him. Most people would find this advantageous, they'd be happy about it. Not Shizuo. The fact that she didn't think he'd be able to fight back just made him angrier.

The kid pushes back, but Shizuo doesn't so much as flinch and they're locked in a fierce stalemate. He's fighting just as if his arm was in perfect condition.]

This is nothing.

[If pushing him back directly won't work, then she'll just have to try something else. She gives him just an inch, angling her spear with the intention of moving to the side, with the intention of pushing the street pole to the side int he process. If she can get out from under it, then deflecting any additional blows will be easy.]

[A good plan in theory, but Kyoko has failed to take something very important into account: physics.

She manages to push the pole to the side just fine. However, thanks to the sheer amount of kinetic energy put into this swing the moment the sign hits the ground it shatters. Not just the sign, but the earth, too. She has to move fast or she's going to get hit by a large chunk of pavement.]

[It's probably fortunate that she's used to that; years of fighting Witches or knocking out other magical girls. Kyoko jumps out of the way before it can eve hit the ground, the second she lands slamming the base of her spear into the pavement.

Hopefully Shizuo can move just as fast, because he's going to find spears resembling the ones she's been fighting with jutting up out of the ground, near, if not under him, one after another, before disappearing with a burst of red magic just seconds later.

Magic has it's uses, sometimes.]

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[All these years chasing Izaya haven't gone to waste. Izaya's a quick little bloodsucking flea. Shizuo can move just as fast -- he had to be able to catch up to him, after all.

The appearance of the spears definitely takes him by surprise, but he does manage to get out of the way quick enough to avoid getting impaled on one of them. One of them manages to dig a nice gash into his leg, but he sure as hell doesn't feel it.

He watches the spears disappear and for a minute he just looks... confused more than anything.

That changes fast.

His fists clench by his sides and he growls. It's low and dangerous, barely restrained murder in his eyes.]

What the hell was that?! What kind of coward pulls shit like that?!

[That statement succeeds in getting under her skin. She clutches her spear, pointing it at him, her hands shaking from anger. Calling her a coward for using--no, she's not even using everything at her disposal. This is just a fraction of what she's capable of.]

What kind of idiot would hold back when their life was on the line? This isn't a game, y'know!

[She runs towards him, her spear breaking down into links when she swings it at him, letting it act as a whip rather than a spear.]

[From seemingly nowhere there's more than just the two of them on the battlefield - a large, seemingly incredibly out of place man in a chef's outfit is between them, effortlessly stopping the swing of the whip with the palms of his hand. He looks between the two of them for a moment, his gaze ultimately falling on the blond]

Shizuo, why you fight little girl with spear? Fighting always bad!

Come, we stop fighting and go eat sushi.

[And to the girl, he smiles]

Russia Sushi very good! No made from people!

[...

For the love of god and all that is holy. He grits his teeth, storming over to Simon seething. He stops when he gets to a motorcycle that (was at one time) parked, grabs it and HURLS IT AT SIMON'S FACE.]

Damn it, Simon! Get out of my way!

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[...!]

Damn it!

[She pulls back a little too fast and winds up falling flat on her ass, the links locking together and forming a spear once more. She's going to feel this later, but right now she just pushes herself right back up, once again pointing her spear towards the newcomer--or rather, at Shizuo behind him. She has enough sense to not be the one to throw the first punch at a stranger (and a pacifist, from the sound of it--spouting all that feel good nonsense,) at least.]

Sure, I'm gonna empty out my wallet there, but can't I leave this guy a splatter on the pavement first? He's got no sense of decency, y'know.

[Throwing a motorcycle at him. Really.]

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[Some people never learn. He braces himself for impact, sliding backwards on his feet slightly as he catches the airborne motorcycle and sets it down besides him, frowning]

Come, Shizuo! Eating delicious sushi much more fun than fighting.

[And to the girl...]

He just cranky is all! Feel much better after eating delicious sushi!

[He is positively RADIATING pure anger.]

I don't want sushi! It's not going to make me feel better!

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[She's not going to try and interrupt their lover's quarrel (or whatever the Hell it is,) but...]

Yeah, well. I'm not gonna be the one backing down here, y'know.

[Or if she is, she's not going to be the only one. Her stomach is growling though. Loudly. All this talk of sushi is reminding her that she's starving.]

...tch.

See? Little girl's stomach know truth of world! Path to happiness is not fighting, is sushi!

[He looks back at Shizuo, face as serious as ever]

Fighting never make you feel better. Is always bad.

[He narrows his eyes at Kyoko, gauging his options. He wasn't going to fight Simon just to get to this brat.

Something between a sigh and a growl comes from him as he adjusts his sunglasses.]

... Fine. I'll go get some damn sushi.

[Begrudgingly:]

I guess I could go for that.

[Her spear disappears. She stretches her arms out above her head, their fight (and the damage that it caused) seeming to be immediately forgotten. She takes a few steps forward and there's a flash of red before she returns to her civilian form, her Soul Gem taking it's place as a ring on her finger.]

Russia Sushi, was it?

[He rolls his shoulders, taking out a cigarette and lighting it as he starts to walk off.]

Yeah. You coming or what?

Yeah, yeah, hold your horses.

[She speeds up a little to catch up with him, waking beside him with her hands folded behind her head.]

You're not half bad, y'know. Not as good as me, of course, but you don't run home crying like most of the losers I gotta put up with.

[That's as close to a compliment as you're getting, Shizuo.]

[He snorts derisively.]

Same goes for you, kid.

[She holds out a box of pocky.]

Want one?

Huh?

[He looks down at the box, shrugs his shoulders and takes one, nodding in thanks.]

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

Sure.

[She pulls out a stick for herself, clenching it between her teeth before stuffing the box back into her pockets. She talks around it.]

So like, does this place have a high suicide rate or see a lot of murders or something? This place is packed to the brim with malice, y'know. More than any city I've been to. It's weird as Hell.

[Of course, by "malice" she means "Witches." Not that she can complain, since it benefits her--she could get fat off of the Witches here.]

[He shakes his head a little, making quick work of the stick of pocky before taking a long, slow drag on his cigarette.]

This city's got it's fair share of color gangs, scumbags, and then some. If you're new in town like you said you are, you probably haven't heard of it, but up until recently there's been a bunch of attacks by this guy everyone's been calling the Slasher.

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