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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2013 1:22:17 GMT -5
Normalcy. Something that Wulf, at times, craved. His life as a detective of the supernatural didn't often afford it to him, though. As he walked down the street, he lamented that his life might never again be normal.
I was given these gifts for some reason, I imagine. No one is given this kind of ability without some purpose to it.
As he walked towards the women's clothing store that was his destination, he remembered his goal. To pick up the dresses his ailing mother had ordered. The Luna Women's Store was supposed to be very highly regarded, and he really wished only the best for his mother, who was going to a singles mixer the day after tomorrow. They had recently come into some money, even though that Necromancer had gotten away, Kaden had been impressed and given him half the promised reward.
Impressed with what? Probably the boy's ability to not die. Survival was usually Wulfgaard's top priority in situations like that, while the spirit inside him screamed for the blood of his enemies. Common sense usually won out in the end, though.
He sighed, finally coming to the women's store. He walked up to the counter purposefully.
"Excuse me, my mother ordered some dresses, and I'm here to pick them up. She gave you my name, Wulfgaard Albriecht-Ichigake."
The clerk smiled, and went to check his name.
"Right then, in a few more minutes they'll be ready.
"Thank you."
There was a group of empty chairs against one of the walls. He walked over to them, and sat down, frowning lightly.
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Post by Guillotine on May 4, 2013 21:51:38 GMT -5
Why did Akhtar have to put him on back room duty? He was here alone in the back with nothing to keep him company but a bunch of cloths. Man, this was stupid. The irritated male was moved to back room duty because of his molting problem. He had begun to undergo the periodic scale shedding again. Of course he didn’t look different in his human form, but his hellhound one looked like a total wreck. Not only did the shedding effect the male’s body but his mind as well. He would get irritated more easily and even accidentally turn into his hellhound form from time to time, which was why he was forced to work in the back.
Despite the obvious reasons the male still thought it wasn’t far. He moaned and groaned to himself the entire time. He was being a bit of a child about the whole thing. Finally, one of the employees entered the back room and gave him a card with a strange looking name on it. “How in the hell am I supposed to read this?” The employee shrugged and walked off. “Bitch…” Gil muttered under his breath as he looked over the card and tried to locate the right article of clothing.
After some time, he finally found it. The piece didn’t look too shabby, and it was for a woman. Oh, he hoped the lady as out front. Guillotine mustered up the best grin he could make before he exited the back room and strolled out onto the floor. There sitting in a row of chairs was a red head. For the back this person appeared to be a woman, so Gil went along with his instincts. He approached the male and chuckled. Then with a sharp toothed grin he spoke. “Why hello there, love. “ The male cooed, attempting to put some charm into his voice. “Is this lovely dress for you? I’m sure you’ll look very nice in it.”
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2013 23:00:38 GMT -5
Well, this was uncomfortably normal. Wulfgaard was used to being mistaken for a woman, actually. It was his hair, mostly. Though a part of it could be how slim he was. He didn't exactly cut a manly figure, but the boy had a high metabolism. Though having to eat to feed his spirit energy once it was exhausted took things a step further.
He turned to the man, who had sounded like a lech, and his appearance seemed to confirm it. The guy just looked like the class A scumbag type. Wulf smiled, the inner spirit telling him not to take that stuff from a scumbag, but he supressed that feeling. It was really just a feeling, anyway. The other Wulfgaard couldn't really communicate. Or if he could, Wulf couldn't hear him.
"Thanks, I think, but I'm afraid they're for my mother."
His smile was polite, not at all forced seeming. He was very good at faking it. Bluffing and faking, his two greatest skills since he had moved into this town.
The girls at the counter were laughing their asses off at this silly man, who seemed to think he was god's gift to women. Wulf let out a short laugh himself, it had just kinda slipped out. He hadn't used his spirit eyes, in any case, so he had no idea that the hellhound was anything but a lech yet.
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Post by Guillotine on May 5, 2013 0:14:01 GMT -5
The jet black hair that sat upon Gil’s head began to stand on end as this red head turned to face him. Oh boy, this chuck was a man!? Guillotine’s eyes then narrowed. Here he thought he was going to chase some tail but instead he was being put down. If that wasn’t bad enough Gil noticed that the other employees where laughing at him. The hellhound couldn’t believe what was happening! His blood began to boil as his forest green eye glared down at the smaller man. The other right eye was covered with a black eye patch.
The beast released a loud growl as the red head began to laugh at him too. If there was one thing Gil loath it was being put down. Not only had this man embarrassed him, but he made him look like a fool too. That couldn’t be forgiven. “Take your shit and get out!” Gil barked he threw the dress onto the ground and stormed away, though he managed to stop at the counter and glare at his coworkers. “What you think that’s funny huh!?” He growled obviously furious. “Get back to work before I tear you a new one..”
(( I hope this is fine where i left off. I didn't want Gil to leave the area so your charrie would have something to interact with. ) |
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 0:36:30 GMT -5
The man's reaction was as scumbag-ish as Wulf had thought it would be. And he was even threatening women. Even worse, he had thrown his mother's dresses on the ground. He bent to pick them up, as soon as the man, if you could call him that, turned away.
As the two women went about their business, Wulf got an idea. This was really that man's fault, for assuming that he was a woman just by the length of his hair. So he would file a formal complaint with the owner or manager, as well as get a bit of comeuppance for the man's behavior. But first, he concentrated for a moment, activating his Spirit Sight to see if this man had a reason for acting the way he did. Possessed perhaps?
Nope, he was just a hell hound. The boy sighed. At least he wouldn't have to hold back. Hellhounds always took everything so personally, when Wulf had assumed the laughter was in good fun.
In any case, he pointed his index finger at the man's back, and as the two women at the counter turned and walked into the back, he gave a shrill whistle as he fired a full-power Spirit Gun directly into the hellhound. The spirit gun had enough stopping power that most guns would envy, but it could be focused to either pierce or bludgeon, supposedly. Wulf only knew how to channel it as blunt force.
All he knew was that if the helhound turned around in time was that he would see a ball of blue energy roughly the size of a basketball rushing towards him, if he could see it at all. If he couldn't, it would just look like the air distorted between them.
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Post by Guillotine on May 5, 2013 12:02:45 GMT -5
The women didn’t seem to question Gil this time. He snorted before watching them as they walked away. Ahktar had put him in charge once, but now that he was going through the molting period he would have less contact with customers and other employees. His anger was the reason why. Gil was like a loaded gun, he could easily get set off and injures or even kill someone over something stupid. The beast stood there watching the two women’s backsides as they walked away. It was a shame he didn’t have his dear sweet Akeelah anymore. Apart of the hound felt horrible for what he did to her. Guillotine quickly shook the feeling off, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about such things. He had a job to do.
Before Gil could turn around, he heard a low whistle. What was the human up too now? A low growl streamed passed Guillotine’s lips. “What the fuck do you want?!” Gil barked as he spun around to face the small redhead. When he did he took note of the way the air near him began to distort before something hit him hard in the stomach. The impact itself knocked the air out of him before pushing his large body back against the counter. The male coughed and wheezed as his body slid to the ground. What did this man do to him!? Before long one of the two women came back to help Gil up. She had heard the noise of his body slamming into the counter. The hellhound growled before pushing her away. “ G-get away from me!” He barked as he forced himself to stand. Gil placed one hand onto the counter to help him keep his balance. “Didn’t I tell you to get back to work?” He snarled before watching the woman roll her eyes and walk away. He thought he could hear her mumbling the word fucker under her breath but at the time he didn’t care. He had his sights set on the red head that had the balls to harm him in his own store.
“D-do you know whose territory you are in kid?” Guillotine grunted as he forced himself to stand without the aid of the counter. He limped over to the teen and glared down at him. “I cannot believe a runt like you would attack me in my own territory!” the beast then bared his fangs. “Let’s step outside Runt!” Gil refused to fight inside Lunas but outside was neutral territory, he could do whatever he wanted, even kill. (or so he thought) Guillotine trotted over to the door before looking back at the red head. “Come on bastard…you brought this on yourself.”
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 23:42:13 GMT -5
"Before I wipe the floor with you, scumbag...."
Wulf pushed his hair out of his eyes, revealing green orbs filled with a righteous fury. His demeanor had truly shifted from meek and humble to full of rage. He truly detested those who so openly disrespected their peers due to gender.
"My name is not 'Runt'. It is Wulfgaard. I would ask yours, but I imagine it's something stereotypical of hellhounds. Probably the name of some ancient execution device."
As they walked out the door, he pushed past the nhellhound in human form, and walked approximately ten steps away from him before turning to face him, hands behind his back, wondering if he should channel the other Wulfgaard, just to be safe. For now, though, he simply drew his Spirit Sword and waited for the hellhound to make the first move. His thoughts clouded by rage, his sword was longer than usual. More substantial. The air around it was crackling with red "Sparks" of spirit energy, instead of the usual yellow. The blade itself, really appearing to be just a stick of spirit energy coming out of Wulf's hand, was razor sharp.
He felt ready, at least.
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Post by Guillotine on May 6, 2013 1:08:39 GMT -5
Guillotine’s short black hair began to spike up like the hackles of an angry canine. What did this human just say? Did this boy have a death wish? “Ah, yet another human who thinks he’s big and bad.” The beast snarled as he turned to face the red head. The male looked back at him with anger filled eye. So he was another one of those human with a hero complex eh? No, he had to be more than that. The attack from before actually hurt, besides a human couldn’t have pulled that off.
Guillotine then rolled his eyes as the smaller body spoke. “I can call you whatever I want! I really don’t care what your name is.” He then snorted and turned to face the strange red head. Gil seemed a bit confused as He spoke of his name being an execution device. Why did everyone say that? Gil was oblivious to the origin of his name; all he knew was that his master gave it to him. “L-Lucky guess, runt.” He couldn’t believe this man, was he a mind reader too? Before Gil knew it the small boy pushed passed him and walked outside. Gil followed but stopped just outside the door. Something rather strange began to happen. Gil was a bit intimidated by the sparking spirit aura, but as soon as he saw the stick he began to laugh. “Haha What the hell!? Are you going to beat me with that stick pretty boy?” Again he was underestimating his target. Will he ever learn? The male cracked his neck a bit before glaring forward. He didn’t intend on losing this fight. “Ladies first!” He barked, waiting for the male to make a move. Maybe he learned something from his past fights after all? (maybe not..)
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2013 17:09:04 GMT -5
Wulf was really angry, now. The boy had a temper concerning tow things. His looks, and the treatment of women. This creature had pissed him off on both counts.
He took off his jacket, and carefully sat his mother's dress on top of it. He knew his clothes would tear, with what he was about to do, and he didn't want his favorite jacket destroyed. The intricate floral designs on it reinforced the bishnoen image most people saw when they looked at him, but he found the jacket very comfortable. It was made so that it would keep you cool in warm weathher, and keep you warm in cold weather. One of those jackets that were so hard to find these days.
"I was going to go easy on you, but you've gotten on my last nerve."
He channeled the power of The Other Wulf, the one inside him, and his muscles bulged outward, tearing the seams on his shirt, and in the legs of his pants as well. His spirit sword got slightly longer as his spirit energy grew. Within the span of three seconds, his body had gone from Bishonen to hardened warrior.
He sheathed his spirit sword as he vaulted at the hellhound, the sword disappearing into thin air He moved with speed that Guillotine wouldn't have seen sicne he had fought Ryudo Ikezaawa oh so long ago. The downside to this sudden power? It was on a time limit, and he would be very weak after it was exhausted.
As soon as he was within two inches of the hellhound he punched out at him, but instead of connecting the punch, he opened one finger of his hand, the index finger and fired a more powerful Spirit Gun at point blank range. Hopefully, it would knock the hellhound on his ass.
If it did, Wulf would yell at him, in a much deeper voice.
"Get up. Now. This isn't over."
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Post by Guillotine on May 6, 2013 19:02:20 GMT -5
Guillotine didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by this smaller boy. The hellhound had been through many fights in the past with much scarier beings. He underestimated this man because of his looks. Guillotine figured if he looked like a girl, he would fight like one too. Once outside Guillotine turned to the man and smirked. If one of his employees tried to interfere Gil wouldn’t hesitate to cut them down. The hound did it once before, and he would surly do it again. A dark chuckle surged from Guillotine’s lips. “Oh did I? Sorry sweet thing, I didn’t know i hurt your pretty little feelings.” Guillotine teased as he eyed the very feminine looking male. He was a class-A bully. Gil just loved to get under other people’s skin.
The hellhound cocked his head to the side as he watched Wulfgaard’s body change. He seemed to get more muscular. The hound quickly shook it off. It was nothing, so what if he got a bit stronger he still felt he could take him. When the man charged Guillotine clutched his fist and pulled it back. He was close to sending it forward when Wulf let lose his attack at close range. Guillotine was blown back onto the hard pavement. The male winced as his bum hit the ground. “Ah! Damn it!” Guillotine barked before he looked down at his shirt and realized it was ruined! A wave of anger crashed over Gil as he looked towards Wulf. “You bastard! This was my work shirt!” He barked as he quickly picked himself up, but stumbled as he did so. “I’ll end you. I’ll fucking end you!!!” The hellhound charged forward blindly. When he got close to Wulf his body went up in flames. When the flames dispersed a large beast stood in Gil’s place. The hellhound opened his large gaping jaws and clamped down onto Wulf’s arm. He then began to shake his head in an attempt to break it.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2013 20:00:49 GMT -5
Ryudo Ikezawa. Someone Guillotine knew quite well.
Easy, kids. Playtime's....OVER!"
With one swift motion he sprung forward and bapped Wulf on the nose, surprising him enough to take him out of his bulked-up form. Then, he turned and smacked the hellhound, who was now transformed, upside the head with an open hand. As the hellhound would likely be getting up off the ground, he removed his sunglasses, his dominant, piercing blue eyes staring directly into Guillotine's.
"Down, Guillotine. Bad doggy!"
Knowing he was outmatched, Wulf immediately regained his senses.
"Oh dear. I seem to have lost my temper...."
Wulf was tired, now. Having shot off both his spirit gun shots AND come back from his enhanced form, his spirit energy dwindled to normal human levels, and would stay there for the rest of the day. He stumbled, then picked up his jacket and the dress for his mother.
"I'd ask what pissed you off, kid, but this is Guillotine we're talking about. He pisses everyone off, and overestimates himself all the damn time. Glad you didn't kill the little bastard, but you probably would have if you hit him with your Spirit Sword."
Wulf gulped slightly. This man scared him ever so slightly. There was something in his eye that spoke of untold power.
"Ummm..I'll be going. Sorry for losing my temper."
With that, Wulf skedaddled, and Guillotine was left facing Ryudo.
(OOC: My next post in this thread will be on my Ryudo account.)
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Post by Guillotine on May 6, 2013 21:52:41 GMT -5
Oh, Guillotine fucked up again. This was the second time he has transformed in public. The stupid hound didn’t seem to take it as seriously as he should. Guillotine may have been bold but he was also bull headed as hell. He never thought he would be caught, or captured. Oh, how wrong he would be.
“Haha, You’re mine, Runt!” Just as Guillotine was about to bite down he faltered. An all too familiar voice surged into his sensitive ears. R-Ryudo?! Guillotine thought just as the man appeared. He decided to stop their quarrel by smacking the two brawlers. This man hit hard! Just that pop on the head caused Gil to jump back and shake himself off. “H-Hey what’s your fucking prob-“ Gil stopped in mid-sentence as Ryudo’s pulled off his glasses and give him one of those alpha stares. Gil looked into those piercing blue eyes and took a step back. He remembered what happened the last time they met. With that memory still fresh in his mind Gil quickly silenced himself.
A loud growl crept from his throat as he was called a bad dog. “I-I’m not a bad dog…” He huffed under his breath. He didn’t seem to be the only one intimidated by this man. This Wulf fellow also seemed to bend to this man’s will. Well, Ryudo did always have an alpha air to him, perhaps that was he reason? Whatever it was, it worked. The strange human picked up his things and left. Gil couldn’t help but to smirked and bark out. “Yeah! You better run you little bitch!” His tail then began to wag until he realized he was out in the open. With that Gil bolted into the nearest alley way, and waiting for Ryudo.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2013 23:42:25 GMT -5
"Gil, you're a bigger idiot than I thought."
Ryudo followed Guillotine into the alleyway. He sighed, wondering if he would have to beat some sense into the hellhound. Again. He was getting real tired of his crap, and he had only been back in town ten freakin' minutes. It weas sad, really. Guillotine had actually made some progress when he had left for the monastery on his boss's instruction.
"Here I am, off training my ass off to control the monster in me, and you're transforming in the goddamned STREETS?!"
Ryudo decided against telling Guillotine he worked for the PIDA as well as the game store now, but he would report this. He didn't want the hellhound to end up fretting what were likely his last days free away.
"First off, that kid is kind of a junior PIDA agent, or at least he's trying to be. Works cases for the police hat are too supernatural for them. He's probably off reporting you to the PIDA right now."
Ryudo sighed, and face palmed. Guillotine, for better or worse, seemed to get less and less mature each time he met him. If Ryudo believed in christ he would pray for the hellhound. Wait a minute. HELL hound. Didn't that mean he came from hell? That kinda meant that okay no Ryudo wasn't going down this thought path right now.
"But I know the kid. Or at least I know his mom. Real nice lady, but the kid, Wulfgaard, has a major anger problem, and he's as strong as I am when you piss him off. Might not be as skilled, but if he hadn't put his sword away, he'd have cut you in two. You're lucky I stepped in when I did."
Things were getting worse. Ryudo heard cop cars. He let out another sigh, and leaned against the alleyway wall.
"Get behind the dumpster, I'll get the cops off your back ONCE. And only ONCE."
Ryudo walked out of teh alleyway, and spoke to the police. Flashed his PIDA badge, and the police went on their merry way knowing the situation was well in hand. He walked back into the alleyway, stowing his badge and shaking his head. He had matured this past year, but Guillotine seemed to have gotten worse...
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Post by Guillotine on May 7, 2013 0:12:15 GMT -5
Guillotine rolled his beady blood red eye. This Ryudo kid really got under his skin at times, but yet apart of him was happy to see his dear friend. Not many men got close to Gil. The only other male Gil trusted was Akhtar, his boss. The male growled as Ryudo tried to lecture him. “Fuck off; I can do whatever I want!” The beast then snorted and lowered his bum onto the ground. Knowing Ryudo he had much more to say on the subject. This man was a lot like Akhtar, they just love to get on their soap box and preach. The beast yawned while Ryudo was explaining what was up with the kid. So, that brat was a part of the PIDA? This was a bit strange to Gil, though he tried to act like he wasn’t very interested. Perhaps then he could get this man off his back. For an added measure the arrogant hound lifted his leg before he started licking himself. Of course he kept one ear on Ryudo the whole time. But most of his effort seemed to be put into cleaning himself.
When the Onimusha mentioned the PIDA Gil lifted his head and scoffed. “Fuck the PIDA. Why should I give a damn about a little snitch anyway?” He barked. The male had been captured before, but thanks to his friend Rose he managed to escape the facility. Ryudo then explained that he knew the kid, and he understood how powerful he was. Apparently, the little teen could wipe the floor with him. “I’ll let you know when I start to give a damn...” Gil replied as he went back to licking himself but soon stopped as he heard the screaming siren of a cop car.
For once Gil didn’t argue with Ryudo, he scrambled behind the dumpster and stayed there. This Onimusha was kind enough to lend a helping hand, though he said he would only do this once. Gil listened as Ryudo spoke to the police. It only took a second for this male to get rid of them. What had happened? As soon as the cops left Gil poked his head out from behind the dumpster. “H-how did you do that?”
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2013 23:03:49 GMT -5
Ryudo groaned as he walked back into the alleyway. What the hell was he thinking? Guillotine wasn't even a friend, just a guy he felt sorry for. He really needed to be a better judge of character, getting associated with scumbags like this. Trying to turn someone like him on to the straight and narrow was impossible.
"Listen, it doesn't matter how I got them off your back. I don't want to see you picking on a fucking kid again, or you'll have me to deal with."
Ryudo scowled, and would grab Guil's hellhound form's head in one hand, and turn him toward him, ignoring the fact that he was licking his nuts.
"So help me, whatever higher power actually exists, if you don't look at me when I'm talking to you I will tear your sack off and use it as a golf ball!"
Ryudo's eyes had shifted to an even more piercing blue, and his teeth had become visible more pointed. He was on the verge of transforming if he didn't calm down. He stepped back, releasing the hellhound's head, and took a deep breath, staying quiet until his eyes went back to normal. He locked them on Guillotine's again, and spoke.
"Until you learn to take shit seriously, I'm done bailing you out. You're not the big dog you think you are."
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