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[sixtyeighth]

⌛ Who: Giovanni & whomever wants
⌛ What: Giovanni gets up to shit.
⌛ When: Various times/Locations. Post-Event.
⌛ Where: Around. Dorms, Port Market, Bar in Tokyo.
⌛ Warnings: violence, smut, dead body possibly, murdered elmos, under the influence behavior, etc. honestly, that it's giovanni should be ample warning.



in the dorms ;

[ He had spent days out and about in town. He hadn't slept, he hadn't eaten. He didn't need either of those things. After about four days of making his way around, he makes his way back into the dorms in late afternoon looking irritated. His clothes looked a mess, and his new glasses he had gotten when he arrived were broken. He had a room in the dorms, not that he did much with the fact that he did. He mostly used it as a space to keep spare outfits or give himself time if he needed it for the worse of the worse injuries that would, he was sure, eventually could.

But when he stepped into his room, there was an unwanted visitor there that he had to deal with. And there it is, just laying on his bed like it's waiting for him. He walks over to it, grabs a handful of fur, and throws it against the door, and then drags it out in the public areas of the dorm, not caring much if there's an audience or not and starts to just wail on the creature. He doesn't have his gun, not right now at least. So instead he searches for where he has a knife strapped to his leg under his kimono to help him speed up the process (he could probably do it without it, but he's not trying to get arrested).

He doesn't say a lot, but he seems to be enjoying the fight itself.

Once it's dead, he'll remove himself from it and drag it back outside by the leg. ]

What? This is the only way to make sure they understand to stay out.

[ Hopefully. ]

a single bar prompt ;
note: shameless aphro / uki prompt

[ He has no real reason to enter one of these bars. He knows where Heine is, so he'd be able to find him if that was what he wanted to right now. So he didn't need any sources to help him locate his brother. It was about finding out about the people here, get a lay of the land, and start figuring out people who he can rely on for good information. He also needs something to do. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, but he doesn't do well when there's zero things really targeting him for entertainment. He's getting antsy. And he's not feeling particularly friendly, either.

He hadn't come here to drink, either. It's a waste of money and time and he doesn't really want to.
But the bartender had insisted he try the Uki-laced wine. First one - is free. He must look up tight, he considers (he always does). Maybe it was because he rudely refused the first few times the bartender offered the drink to him. Well, it's free. And it's only one, right?

So what if he's never had something like this before. He takes the first sip and he stares at the bartender and -- ]

It's sweet.

[ He sounds irritated, but he's not actually making a point of stopping. ]

port markets ;

[ The Port Market isn't too different from the seedier places that he's been when he was out playing with Heine when he was at home. He knows, though, that a place like this is not the ideal place to start a physical fight when you want something. He's spent a little time here before, and he already has a destination in mind. He's working on building his supply of knives - and in particular, he's looking for ones that might be best for throwing. Therefore, he's searching here because what better place to find something that he doesn't want people to necessarily know he has?

He puts on a fresh new pair of sunglasses, wears a fairly plain, grey kimono as he shops. He has a bag, and a small amount of cash that he's held onto since arriving from doing odd jobs down here time and time again.
He shoves his way past someone, knocking into them as he makes his way into the establishment that he's gunning for. Of course he's not going to apologize -- he's not here to make friends.

He lets out a small tch as he shoves past. ]

Comments

bar;

[sicklysweet]

[Owen doesn't go to bars much. It's not like there's any in the Forest of Dreams, and while Shylock can't exactly keep him from going to Bar Bennett, he'd rather not associate with some of the people who frequent the place.

Still, Owen is Owen and he acts on a whim. He wants to see what the appeal of this place could possibly be, and when he overhears someone complaining about a drink being sweet...

He doesn't think, really, just reaches out to try to take the drink from this strange man so he can down it himself. He's always had a sweet tooth, after all.]

[sixtyeighth]

[ Did this guy just -- ?!

He doesn't like the drink but it is technically his. So just as any disgruntled dog does when his space is invaded. He reaches over, and first grips the wrist of the man reaching over. ]

That wasn't an invitation.

[ Definitely irritated now. ]

i am sorry to everyone with eyes

[sicklysweet]

Oh?

[Owen grins, not seemingly bothered by the grip on his wrist.]

It seems like you were displeased. I just wanted to help.

[A beat, as his grin seems to stretch even wider.]

And I wanted to see what it’s like for myself. It’s sweet, but is it syrupy and sticky like coagulated blood? Or is it more like fresh blood, hardly any different from water, able to smoothly drip down your throat?

[Well? Which is it, Gio?]

gonna make it worse.

[sixtyeighth]

It's still mine.

[ Listen man, he doesn't have a lot of things that are just his, so he's going to take it. Why wouldn't he? But the question about the texture, the mouth feel of the entire thing has Giovanni momentarily thinking. He doesn't seem to flinch slightly at the comparison to blood. He's not bothered. ]

It's not coagulated. It's -- smooth, fresh blood. As if it's combined with your spit and has nothing to offer. Except sweet.

[ He's still drinking it though. ]

I'm surprised, given how popular it is, that it's sweet.

[ Doesn't eat or drink stuff much. ]

[sicklysweet]

Is it?

[Let him drink the terrible drink, dammit.]

I seem to be the one holding it.

[He laughs softly, but he hasn’t made a move to pull away yet. It’s like he’s waiting to see what Giovanni’s willing to do - is he all bark, or does he have any bite?]

What’s wrong with sweet? Something that makes your stomach twist and churn? You don’t like the feeling of rotting from the inside?

[…Owen might have a bit of a sweet tooth.]

[sixtyeighth]

I don't like the taste. It makes my skin crawl.

[ But it's still his. And he wants it. He has so few things that are just his. He reaches out towards Owen's hand, wrapping his fingers around it.

He opens his mouth wide in daring, showing those teeth of his. ]

If you want a drink, buy yourself one. Or buy me a different one.

A less sweet one.

Port Markets

[reorienting]

[It's easy enough to find surface-level-legal work during the day, though it's difficult to turn the other way regarding some of the less-than-legal activities. But he's no officer, and even with his strength in mind, he'd rather not have his actions put anyone he knows at risk.

[That said, he's just finished doing his rounds for one of the shops when someone bumps into him. Or rather, pushes him. Old instincts kick in and he reaches out with one heavily scarred hand to grab the nearest offending limb, grasping hard enough to bruise a human. And the average human will find that any attempt to pull away is met with the pliancy of a steel wall.]

There's no need to shove people with such force.

[Though his tone is flat, his brow is subtly furrowed, mouth pressed into a line. Colorless, mirror-like eyes bore not at Gio's gaze, but around the lower rim of his sunglasses. at a glance, even with the kimono, his build is far from slight.]

There's plenty of space for you to exist without risking trampling on someone else.

[sixtyeighth]

[ Giovanni's arm is grabbed and he doesn't flinch. He attempts to push forward. Despite that he's stronger than the average human, this is not an average human grip. He tugs a couple more times, tempted to rip his arm right out of place when grabbed, but he stops himself. No need to make a scene back here. This is where he works and he need something to do right now.

So instead, he turns, revealing a set of fully pointed teeth. ]

Is that so? Maybe don't get in the way.

[ His eyes drift to the iron grip on him. ]

You're going to have to get a bit harder for that to hurt me.

[ Said with a mix of delight -- as if it's a dare to do exactly that. ]

[reorienting]

[Glenn doesn't even flinch at the show of teeth. All it gets is a stare. For now, he lets go all the same. Just because he's said his piece and no longer needs to keep a grip on him. Something does, however, flicker in his gaze at the daring tone.]

There's no reason for me to hurt you.

[A beat, and he tilts his head, brow furrowing. Maybe...?]

...Do you want me to? Genuinely asking.

And likewise, you'll have to use more force if you want to move me if I don't want to.

[sixtyeighth]

Then just release me because all this is doing is slowing me down. You can take my whole arm. Are you strong enough to rip flesh?

[ Listen man, it may take a few hours to grow back and he'll have to go home, but he's not inclined to tolerate this for long. He even shifts his weight as if he's trying to find a proper angle. ]

I'd rather not cause a scene here and ruin my clothes while I'm at it.

[ Which doesn't answer Glenn's question at all. ]

[reorienting]

[Glenn just lets go, and nods once. He even lets that other question go. Perhaps he was mistaken. It would be rude to insist at all, anyway.]

I am strong enough to do more than that. Living bone is a simple matter to destroy with one hand. But I'd rather not give you any burden. I was simply angry to be shoved into and wanted you to know; I let my emotions get ahead of me.

[He tilts his head a little, his cowlick wiggling as he processes the situation a little more.]

I think shoving into people is more likely to cause a scene than not.

Dorms

[neetvampire]

[Kuro unfortunately lives close enough to both Heine and Gio that he hears the slam, and assumes there's yet another brawl going on between the two--

What he finds when he peers out of his room is more of a massacre though. Red eyes take in the bloody scene with clear bewilderment.

What the fuck. No really, why?]

...You really sure that was necessary? 'Cause it's not like it's learning anything right now.

[sixtyeighth]

[ Standing above the mass of red fur and blood, Giovanni pauses and his eyes lock onto Kuro before him. He takes pause, looking at the form before him. The eyes they're striking. It makes him hesitate for a moment.

Finally, he speaks up, when he realizes he doesn't know anyone that looks quite like the figure before him. ]

The lesson isn't for him. It's for the others. You kill one and set an example for the others.

[ It makes sense in his mind. ]

[neetvampire]

[Kuro notes the way Giovanni stares, going stiff for a moment in response, feline ears folding back. What...?

He reaches up to rub the side of his neck, expression morphing into a grimace that shows sharp fangs.]

'The others' might not be paying any attention. They're not that smart. The only thing you definitely accomplished is making the common area a mess, not to mention smell awful.

[Ugh.] You better clean that up, you know. I take naps out here and I don't want to smell blood every time I do.

[Is he... making demands of a dude who most definitely just brutally murdered a mehehe? Yep.]

[sixtyeighth]

[ He catches sight of those fangs, taking a mental note of them before he addresses the other. ]

It's not my problem where you take naps.

[ He definitely has no intention to do any such thing. He releases the fur of the creature he has, dropping it to the ground as his eyes lock onto the guy. ]

It just smells like blood. You must be sensitive.

[neetvampire]

[Have you ever seen a cat make a stinky face at you Gio. It's kind of like that.]

No, but you're making your mess my problem, which I find troublesome and annoying.

[Also he just doesn't like smelling blood all over Everything, and it's going to linger if it isn't cleaned up.]

...Yeah, you could say that.

port market

[darkdisgrace]

[Unfortunately... or fortunately for Giovanni, a short redhead in a dark kimono and a very distinctive hat is the one he shoves past, knocking him to the side as he was heading towards a nearby bar. He probably doesn't look like much with his height and slim build, but--

Giovanni is going to find out otherwise when a gloved hand reaches out to grab the back of his kimono, yanking him back with more than enough force to pull a regular man off their feet entirely.]

Hey, what gives asshole? Watch where you're walking!

[sixtyeighth]

[ He's grabbed and dragged. He stumbles a little but does regain his footing as he's pulled. He's strong. Giovanni can fell it even such a simple tug. Oh, this might actually be fun. He'd normally only be irritated being dragged like this, but now he seems to have shifted to amusement, perhaps with the hope to further crawl under the shorter man's skin. ]

You were in my way. I didn't notice you.

[ And then - ]

I wasn't looking down.

[darkdisgrace]

[Well if Gio's attempting to get under his skin, he's certainly doing so very swiftly with that comment. His eyes narrow sharply, no longer pettily annoyed and more along the lines of absolutely pissed.

His fingers twist in the man's collar, the cloth pulling too tight to be comfortable.]

what did you just say, you piece of shit? You looking for a fight?!

[And then he's grabbing the man's arm and yanking it in tandem with his collar, with strength that is definitely not normal. Gio can try to fight it, but if he doesn't he's getting thrown back a ways, towards the alleyway next to the bar where the smell of smoke, steam and incense is thick.]

[sixtyeighth]

I said exactly what you heard.

[ There's petulance when he speaks. Zero hesitation in the words he says, too. He doesn't try to fight him, pull away. When he's grabbed, he just smiles wildly, but then when he's thrown into the alleyway. And that's when the excitement set in.

This guy just got way more interesting in a matter of seconds. He barks out a laugh, the wind is knocked out of him briefly but he seems otherwise unbothered. And when he inhales deeply, he gets a long whiff of the incense. ]

A fight would be nice.

[ He says it from the alleyway. ]

bar bar bar!

[floralisse]

( Central says not to drink. warns that it can be dangerous, put her jobs at risk, and Calanthe has always listened to that wisdom. there's no need to be intoxicated on the job, after all.

but she's not in her world, Central doesn't exist, and nor do her jobs. so who really cares about the old wisdom a bunch of annoying suits would throw at her? she doesn't object to the first glass, drinks it quite readily and with a smile on her face. she likes sweet, and it hits the spot just right.

she's in the process of considering what to order next — another uki wine, which is already settling pleasantly in her veins, or something new — when a voice catches her attention. )

I'll take it. If you can't manage a little glass of wine.

( Calanthe, you literally just had your first alcoholic drink five minutes ago, who are you fooling? )

[sixtyeighth]

[ He looks towards her, mildly annoyed. For now. He tugs the glass closer to himself and he shakes his head. He doesn't look like he's going to hand it over. He just wants to be mad about it. ]

You damn well know the issue isn't that it's wine.

[ He shakes his head. ]

It shouldn't be sweet.

[ That's gross. ]

[floralisse]

( aww, he's so cute when he insists he's too tough for nice things like sugar. )

This is another world. Who's to say what anything should taste like?

( maybe tapioca tastes like chocolate. or something even more different.#

but she'll gladly take that drink. )

Besides, don't you like trying new things?

[sixtyeighth]

But it should taste good.

[ He doesn't need to eat or drink. There's a lot of things he's never tried or even really cares to. He likes Italian food, but there's little else that he even wastes time with anymore. It's easier here without the need for it. He can save his money for clothing or weaponry.

He doesn't need to waste it on things he doesn't need. ]

And I don't care about trying new things. But it was free, so it's mine.

[ Sooner have a thing he hates than give it someone who might enjoy it. ]

[floralisse]

If you insist. ( gosh, he really is so silly, isn't he? she has to wonder— )

Are you allergic to nice things? ( it's asked while she gets another drink, another glass of the sweet, sweet wine. ) You don't like flowers or sweets... Isn't that awfully dull?