You Killed Something I Cannot Remember, Now Prepare To Die

Wed Dec 28, 2016 10:44 am

Rudi! Gonna Hunt The Bad Guy!

Rudi had been having strange dreams. Well, perhaps they were merely what people called spiritual experiences. Ironic, given that he was a spirit. He was not made for philosophical musings and so much of this was lost on his little mind. What Rudi did know, however, was that he was here to kill someone. A Bad Guy. Someone that had... done something wrong. Something to do with a King. He doesn't quite remember. Dreams were always so fuzzy.

His condensed-reiatsu tail swished back and forth as Rudi wandered the streets of Las Vegas. He never met the man he was going to kill. If he did, he'd know that this would be a quintessential place for him. Las Vegas had all the luxuries money could buy, and Yaksha was indeed a man of the finer things in life. Rudi was happy with some sweets and a warm bed to sleep in, himself.

His Perquista and his Bloodhound told him that the man he wanted was on the penthouse of one of these large casino-hotels. Also, that the man he wanted was much smaller than him. Likely, he wouldn't need to use his Resurrección form. But, it was better to be safe than sorry. Rudi pulled his knife from its sheathe and ran it across his palm without hesitation.

Once his knife had been coated with his blood, he whispered to it. "Permítame, La Titiritera..." And then sheathed the blooded knife back. It was primed now. He need only touch it to his chest to activate the Resurrección. Then, that man would surely be a dead one.

His hand healed perhaps a minute or so later. Regeneration had its perks.

Rudi walked into the hotel where his target was, and asked for the kerycard to the penthouse. He claimed to know the person, and that he needed to meet him. Humans always found it very difficult to resist when Rudi used the puppy-eyes, and so he was swiftly given an appropriate card to swipe to take him to the penthouse. Easy peasy!

As soon as Rudi entered the large, luxurious room, he politely took off his shoes so as not to track the dirt in. Then he stepped into the main area, which had an amazing view of the lights of Las Vegas below, and a large TV with a nearby couch area. He inhaled sharply, and shouted rather than use his Perquista again. He wanted to look cool. He wanted to be the hero!

"Hey! Bad Guy! I've come to fix you up!"

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Wed Dec 28, 2016 1:54 pm

Enter villain, stage left.

If it could be said that Yaksha didn't bring to mind the typical appearance of a monster that had been killing and manipulating people since the times of Christ the King, it was only because he didn't look a day over fourty. His skin, completely pale and unmarred by any manner of blemish or scars. The features weren't gaunt or angular, but instead brought to mind a vibrancy and delight that was almost shocking to see in a so-called scourge of mankind. His cheeks were full, though devoid of color, and his lips were twitched up in a lazy, low smile. The smile of a well-fed predator, confident in the knowledge that it could feed again whenever the desire struck it.

To further compliment the dissonance, the monster was clad in a terrycloth bathrobe, tied around the front by a sash. It was a deep, rich shade of purple, and with each movement he made, the unspeakable abomination, the plague upon Earth, seemed to be luxuriating a little too much in it; his every step had a spring in it, his movements a little too slow. He looked high off of his ass, in a word; his head swayed through the air ever so slightly, to an invisible tune only he could hear, his legs moved in an odd manner that almost resembled a puppet with cut strings. One sleeve of his bathrobe hung limply, clearly unoccupied by anything. The other ended in a hand that had long, meticulously maintained nails. He never even bothered to look directly at Rudi, simply walking towards the kitchen, and a very large refrigerator. He spoke in a smooth, dulcet tone, unhindered by any sign of inebriation; whatever could be said about his body, the beast's mind was clearly working at full capacity.

"Fix what, exactly? I just had a perfectly pleasant shower, where I was pummeled by particularly puissant particulates of water. My pantry is well-stocked, and I have tens of thousands of channels, and can I just say I don't get why people think there's nothing to watch? Even commercials have their own campy appeal. I'm living the good life, my man. I think, if I have any complaints, it's that it hurts when I do...this."

He twisted his head, ever so slowly, first 90 degrees, then 180. He stared directly at the child now, his mouth dropping open into a perfectly wide 'O'. His facial expression was perfect, but there was that faint, insouciant, damnedably smug glint in his eyes that said he knew exactly what he was saying and doing. He spoke in a tone that was absolutely full of scorn and doubt, his finger waggling at the young arrancar.

"Are you suuuuure you're a repairman? You look to be a little short to me. No, no, I smell a farce here. And if you're going to insist on that name, can we at least compromise and agree on Mr. Bad Guy? This is my place of residence, after all. I'm all paid up for the year."

Wed Dec 28, 2016 3:25 pm

Rudi! Showdown With Mr. Bad Guy!

Rudi expected a shadowy man, perhaps part-monster part-person. Maybe with a mangled face. And a cat. Stroking his cat. A terribly grating voice, like taking a cheese grater to the ears. And tall. Imposing- no, thin and weak. The Bad Guy's blood sang of a thin and weak character, who he could take down with one punch! Maybe.

He certainly didn't expect to see a man in a bathrobe. In fact, the first sight caused him to cover his eyes- as a child knows they aren't supposed to see naked people! Rudi peeked through his fingers as the man spoke, his tail swiping back and forth with his growing confusion. The man spoke with a nice voice. Smooth and easy to listen to, like in his dreams.

Maybe this man was the man of his dreams, trying to kill himself! Well, that's certainly unusual... But something in him said no, that's not the case. And Rudi, ever a child of his instincts, accepted that to be true. No, indeed. This man, the Bad Man certainly couldn't have been the man in his dreams and visions.

"... I'm living the good life, my man. I think, if I have any complaints, it's that it hurts when I do...this."

And then the man in the bathrobe, that moved like a puppet on broken string, turned his head around like an owl with a face in mid-scream. However, it was Rudi who let out a yell, and backed up against the closed doors of an elevator. What a terror! He put his hand, covered with his overly large sweater sleeve, onto his small chest, inside containing a heart rushing with adrenaline and shock.

No. He must be strong. He's going to do good things, for the nice man in his dreams.

"W-well. Mr. Bad Guy. I'm Rudi! And I'm here to avenge something bad you did! It had to do with a King. Um." Well, he had something cool to say in mind. It didn't turn out right."Anyway! Take this!"

Rudi used his Sonido to leap to the other side of the living area space, to the kitchen were the bad guy in a bathrobe was. He then proceeded to shove the man, trying to shove him to the floor with all of his impressive strength. There! That'd show him! And then he'd surrender! Right?

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Wed Dec 28, 2016 3:40 pm

The child vanished, with a sound very much like the tortured screaming of a mechanical giant. Yaksha knew what to expect, and had gone through it plenty of times up to now; the child would appear, go directly for his head, and attempt to kill him outright. He was already shrouding his head in reishi when he sensed the presence behind him, his hands resting in front of his chest. The fingers were laced ever so slightly between each other, leaving him looking like he was completely at ease.

But the boy surprised him, striking him some way he hadn't expected; he felt it in his knees, a sudden sensation of lurching. It sent the rest of him careening forward. His head flopped around with a boneless, whipcrack fluidity...and then his hands shot downwards, pressing to the floor and holding his weight. He was still facing entirely the wrong way around, which was why he wouldn't dare do something as disorienting as a handstand like this. That mean he had to improvise.

He clapped his hands together, allowing himself to fall forward just a bit, before catching himself with his weight once more, and then tutting ever so softly. His head creaked and cracked back into place, his expression one of faint amusement. It was almost as if he'd just met a dog that knew how to do a particularly interesting trick. He inhaled ever so slightly, pushing himself back to his feet, and beginning to walk towards the television once more. He picked up the remote, his voice sounding whimsical, almost distant.

"A king? Well, you should know, little one. In one town, there's exactly one King, and everyone knows his name."

He pushed a button, ever so slightly, tossing the remote over his shoulder, towards the couch. He then closed his eyes, seeming lost in thought, as the sound of electric guitars began to fill the room, almost defeaning at first.

"Allow me to introduce you."

Wed Dec 28, 2016 4:38 pm

Rudi! Hearing The King Of Las Vegas!

Mr. Bad Guy didn't fall down. His head swung back and forth, like a doll- like something not human. Rudi had never seen a head do those things before. Neither was he able to make two and two together that this body may, in fact, be some kind of doll. According to Rudi, he was dealing with some freakish human! Maybe a demon or some monster!

He let out a startled noise when Yaksha stood and began to walk, as if not at all phased by his shove. He spoke about a King, which was all the more confusing. Rudi didn't know of a King of this town. He'd never heard of anything like that. This town was a city of lights, in such a way that to Rudi the city looked the same during the daytime or nighttime.

And then Mr. Bad Guy pressed something, something that made a screen- something he understood as a Tee-Vee or T.V.- light up with an unbearably loud noise of music. Of course! The King of a bright town would be equally flashy and bright, and so it was felt through the music. Rudi clutched his ears, whimpering something that sounded like 'too loud'.

The feeling of his Bala began to ball up in his hand, and he thought to throw it at the screen. It was all he could think to do. The condensed reiatsu would easily break the screen, piercing the electricity within and causing it to fall from its hung location, falling flat to the floor and further cracking the image. The sound warped, fizzled, and would then cut out as the television ceased to function.

But that would be destroying the surroundings, and they were indeed very nice, plush surroundings. He felt bad about breaking things, and so the Bala faded away in his hand. Instead, he performed another Sonido, landing himself right in the Mr. Badguy's lap. Instead of attacking him, however, he then leaped for the remote, trying to snatch it out of his hands and press the button with the red circle to turn it off.

There, with all the finesse of a Hero, even if it meant landing up in a much larger man's lap. "Loud! Loud! Turn it off! That's not the King you betrayed in Hueco Mundo! I know so! Don't- you can't trick me! I know what you did!"

Obviously, he didn't. But he was a hero, and he wanted to feel like a hero, and part of that was knowing what the bad guy did. He's sure he could make something up. The dream memories would come to him. He just knew it.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Wed Dec 28, 2016 4:51 pm

"Oh. I'm sorry, little one! Was that not to your liking? I should've been a little more sensitive to your needs."

He pointed the remote directly at the television, turning the sound down slowly, incrementally. His movements were slow, precise, measured...and as they happened, they drew attention away from his face and outfit perfectly. He took the remote, twirling it lazily in one hand, and then tucking it into his outfit. He still wore the same purplish outfit, but now it appeared less of a fuzzy bathrobe, and more of a fur-lined coat. It was heavy, loose on his thin frame, and it seemed to be absolutely lined in sequins. He twirled on his foot, tapping it in time with a beat, as he began to strum an invisible guitar.

"Allow me to make it up to you."

He continue to tap his foot, his hair and face seeming to meld and shift before Rudi's very eyes...blending together into a shapeless white mess, and then reforming a split second later. Now, his face was almost immediately noticeable, the robe...once more shifting and melding, clinging to a form that was far less thin now. As he inhaled, his voice sounded completely different. It was richer now, laced with powerful harmonics that had once brought women and men alike to a frenzy.

"Say hellah to the King, kid."

He inhaled, pointing a finger at the television...and almost as if on cue, an exact replica of the man standing in front of Rudi appeared on the television. Slowly, with an ease and fluidity that made it seem as if he'd rehearsed this exact thing countless times, Yaksha began to dance and spin and twirl around the arrancar, crooning at him all along.

Wed Dec 28, 2016 5:16 pm

Rudi! Meeting The King?

The music had dulled to a slow thob, only to be replaced with another puzzling thing. Rudi was starting to forget why he had come here in the first place, with all the strangeness going on. Mr. Bad Guy, or perhaps Mr. Bad Guy was the King of Las Vegas. Or maybe Mr. Bad Guy could just transform his appearance or anything, including the King.

Still, the sound was nice, if it wasn't deafening. "My name is not little one! I'm Rudi! I'm here to hunt down the man who betrayed the King in Hueco Mundo! That's you!"

He points, but, it's hard to think of killing when the environment is much different. Firstly, the man had changed and, in fact, looks nothing like the monsterous form he remembers from his dreams- that the man in his dreams told him he looks like. Secondly, that said Bad Guy isn't acting like one at all. He is singing, and dancing around him, almost as if encouraging him to play.

His tail flicked back and forth, his confusion evident on his features, and his hands played with the hem of his shirt. No... something was wrong, he felt instinctively. He didn't know what was going on, but maybe he was being toyed with, a predator to the prey.

"Say, King, if you're not the Bad Guy, where is he? He feels like you but he doesn't look like you..." He continued to play with the hem of his sweater, but one hand of his was approaching his dagger, and beginning to close around the sheathe, getting ready to press against his chest and release his Resurrección... He won't be toyed with! He's the hero! Even... even if he didn't really know what was going on... anymore...

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Fri Jan 06, 2017 9:14 pm

"Bad guy? We're all bad guys here, you know. This is a den of scum and thievery! Do you know the sort of things that go down behind closed doors in this town?"

Yaksha shook his head slowly, solemnly, still gyrating and pivoting around the floor, circling the young arrancar. His expression was still smooth, calm, sociable. There was absolutely no sense of malice or even discontent there. If anything, there was a smug, purring satisfaction about him, like a well-fed cat that was having fun toying with a mouse, until he grew hungry once more. His outfit glittered and shimmered in the lights, sending off dazzling scintillation, each gem on it actually a tiny fragment of ice, capturing and scattering the lights from above.

"Which king was it that got betrayed, praytell? Aizen? Barragon? After a time, one king blurs into another. I've met...a couple hundred hollows that claimed they deserved that title? Granted there's only been one shinigami arrogant enough to pick that name for himself. But...like all kings, they inevitably fall."

He leaned forward, reaching out one slow, gentle finger. He pressed it towards the arrancar's face, tracing the shape of his mask slowly, carefully, his expression still ever so amused. Now the smugness was gone, replaced by an air of a man with a powerful secret, the sort of thing that could topple kingdoms. He looked like a magician who had just shown off his signature trick, and was waiting for the real implications of the magic to come crashing down on their heads.

"I bet you want to know my name, don't you little one? It must all be so confusing at this point. Looking around this place, seeing a man that your senses tell you isn't a man. Being forced to spin in circles, and make sense of tiny glimpses at something you don't understand. It must be so very frustrating." He inhaled slowly, deeply, his face slowly melting and running into the shape of that ever so handsome man Rudi had first seen, since walking in. He stared, finger still tapping on the boy's chin.

"By many I am known as Anthropophagus. By some, I am the Forktongue. By most, I am the poisonous traitor. But mostly, I'm Yaksha. Just...Yaksha."

Fri Jan 06, 2017 11:24 pm

Rudi! and Mr. Badguy's name!

Rudi was beginning to put pieces together slowly but surely. He was dealing with a very specific kind of man, the kind that the man in his dreams had warned him of. The man with a toxic smile, the man who would spin lie after lie until the difference between falsification and reality couldn't be discerned by a mind like his. Not that it was particularly difficult.

The man smiled and there was no shared pleasure in it. It was entirely a pleasure of the self, relishing in the experience with no desire to share it with others. And yet... and yet, Rudi couldn't help but smile himself at this selfish enjoyment. Who would resist a king?

"Which king was it that got betrayed, praytell? Aizen? Barragon? After a time, one king blurs into another. I've met...a couple hundred hollows that claimed they deserved that title? Granted there's only been one shinigami arrogant enough to pick that name for himself. But...like all kings, they inevitably fall."

Rudi took a moment to stop following the Elvis impersonator and think to himself. What king? The name escaped him at the moment. "Well, to be honest, I don't remember... I dreamed, I was told by a man to find you because you'd killed a king, and you needed to pay for hurting someone who trusted you." He nodded to himself. "The man had a mask with horns on it, like mine! And... he spoke with a nice sounding voice. Like yours! But deeper. And... And he talks a lot about doing it better, this time. Righting wrongs." He shrugged, his tail swishing back and forth at his confession.

He said these things as Yaksha traced the mask around his neck. Fox-like, stuck to the skin despite looking like a mask. Rodolfo had worried the little one would lose it, if it was detatchable like his own.

Rudi had the idea, that perhaps, this man was planning to take a place with the kings. Perhaps a better term was, planning to take a place rightfully his among the great kings of Hueco Mundo past. But that was ridiculous! This man couldn't even hurt him, how could he... But it was still nice, to listen to him talk, to see his face in smug enjoyment. It was almost like he was in on the secret, too.

"By many I am known as Anthropophagus. By some, I am the Forktongue. By most, I am the poisonous traitor. But mostly, I'm Yaksha. Just...Yaksha."

Rudi thought a moment, watching Yaksha closely. He eventually moved his face from the older man to do some circling himself, listening and thinking, and eventually touching his hand to his sheathed blade. He didn't retract his blade. Instead, his hands moved to hold the sheathe tightly, in case he needed to transform at a moment's notice as he had primed before.

"Hi Yaksha... and it is frustrating and confusing... but you're nice to listen to. And you smile like no one else matters. Why do you do that?" His caution still remained, but now he was curious. This Yaksha had a little something interesting, and he wanted to find out. Yaksha- the man in his dreams told him that Yaksha was a hollow. He didn't act like one, and Rudi found no hole that he could see in the clothes. No mask fragments to indicate arrancar, either.

"I'm still supposed to kill you. Aren't you even a little scared? I'm a lot stronger." And yet Rudi made no move since the relatively harmless push of before.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Sat Jan 07, 2017 3:28 pm

"Why would you say that, Rudi? Of course you matter! I'm a little offended you'd even ask. You're being so very very brave, coming up here and facing the bad guy with no idea of what to expect."

Yaksha stood back to attention, smiling genially, warmly. There was still something there, some supreme smugness that was hidden just behind the surface. He seemed to be growing more confident with each word spoken, with every time he locked eyes with the little arrancar. Here he was, the victim, the captive, the one in danger. The immortal serpent, leading the prey into his jaws. Opening them wide, and convincing him to make the leap entirely of his own accord.

God, this was a better high than he ever could've imagined. Up to now he'd simply been content to bow down, back off, and allow himself to be tossed around by those in power. But there was something about this child, about the way he looked at Yaksha...or perhaps it was something about this body. He felt a surge of morale that he'd been lacking for some time, a simple pleasure in the smallest things around him. Even just brushing his hair had been an act he'd gotten absorbed into for the better part of a day! It all felt so right, so perfect, so beautifully simple! Finally, with this new body, Yaksha had something he'd spent so long working towards. He had a place, somewhere he belonged. The wanderlust was gone. He simply had to step down into the lobby, grab a pack of cards, and start spouting a few lines, and flashing a few smiles. And after that, everything went...so smoothly. It almost felt like cheating, after this long.

"I'm smiling like this because I'm happy to be alive, Rudi. I'm happy for everything around me right now. I've spent a long time feeling like an outsider. Like I was...just going through the motions. Doing something I didn't understand, in the hopes it'd make sense eventually. And it finally does. Everything is right with the world, Rudi. And now you're here, and now you can share in the beauty with me." He reached down, hand clasping around the arrancar's neck. His grip wasn't strong, or demanding, but there was a gentle, soft insistence behind it, a presence as deep and undeniable as the sea. He gently guided the boy towards the window, and the enormous panorama of light that was being thrown off; by buildings, by cars, by planes passing overhead...a dizzying, humbling, awe-inspiring display.

"Let the kings have their piles of sand and their eternal night, Rudi. This is my kingdom. They don't realize it yet, and they'll fight it at first. But that's alright. Because all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all shall be well. And in time, they'll wonder why they ever thought Yaksha was a bad guy!"

He chuckled, deep back in his throat, his hand sliding away from Rudi, and slipping into his coat pocket.

"I don't know what a bad guy looks like, personally. Mostly, I think the bad guys and the good guys are all so fucking beautiful, and I'd love to get to know each and every one of them."

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