Shove Your Bow Up Your Ass [Lukas/Johann]

Tue Mar 28, 2023 6:15 pm

Lukas Ätherisch

THE CITY OF LIGHT

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Tick. Tick. Tick. Lukas' eyes could barely move from the clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick. For a second, they'd dart to the door. Baggage lined up on one side, a backpack on the couch. Tick.

And they were back. The hands almost reflected in his gaze, a blink clearing the stupor and haze. A short cough, drool almost starting to escape the man's mouth. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Ti- Wiping the edge of his impending doom, Lukas shook his head, forcing himself to stand. Popping his knees audibly, the man half walked half scuttled across his apartment; readjusting his sense of balance.

"Fuck! I can't keep waiting around like this. Another eighteen hours. That's all I need to fill. Eight. Teen." A hand dug itself into his forehead, pressure against his temples as it gripped. "Okay, okay. Do some research. See what you can prepare that you don't remember, right?"

Slipping off his face, the hand produced a phone from his pocket. The cracked screen pulled slightly on his sanrei, giving way to the ephemeral white of the internet. A mess of searches as ideas tumbled through his head, finally coming to family registries. Oldest one he could find - the Arant. A few minutes later, and Lukas was out the door, following to the man's address.

Stalking? Maybe. Nah, it'll be fine. Their families probably had some tie going way way back; or at least, that was his line of thought. What's he gonna do, fucking shoot me? Shaking his head, Lukas approached Johann Arrant's home, hands in pockets.

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258 words | | wayyyyy up there

Coding Altered From: [The Frost]

Fri May 05, 2023 8:44 pm

Shove Your Bow Up Your Ass [Lukas/Johann] OXVj5fS

JOHANN ARANT | FORGOTTEN PATRIARCH

It wasn't often that he received visitors -- wanted or no -- at his new home in the City of Lights. It was quite the change from his estate in Stuttgart, but, he new that Emma was in safe hands. There were no shortage of workers there that assured him from the bottom of their hearts that she would be safe, and that the estate would be nothing short of pristine whenever he was to return.

So, as Johann finished filing away the paperwork he had for that day, he took a look around his office, ensuring he had his things about him, and began to return home. Thankfully, it hadn't been too far past his usual time when he was heading home. Nonetheless, it had been a long day, and Johann found himself leaning a little bit more on Ullr tonight.

But, as he approached his home, he noticed a figure approaching it. His fingers tightened slightly around his Spirit Weapon, and he promptly twisted the handle of the cane to the right, and the object quickly morphed from a cane to a small crossbow, one that could easily be held in one hand. In an instant, the old man used Hirenkyaku to silently blitz forward, unleashing an arrow at the same time.

The arrow would expand and freeze Lukas' legs and a small amount of the area around him. Johann would come up behind him, the point of another icy arrow pressed against the back of his head.

"I certainly was not expecting visitors tonight. Stalking an old man like me seems like a waste of time as well. So, what do you want? Be quick about it, too."

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Sat May 06, 2023 2:37 am

Lukas Ätherisch

THE CITY OF LIGHT

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Lukas' eyebrow raised at the man's reaction, not necessarily surprised, but concerned. Some immediate panic in his throat, the white hot surge of anger that followed better than any courage he could've asked for. Paranoid old man? He got dementia or something?

"Please, old man." Lukas responded in faint exasperation, left hand snapping to the back of his skull, gripping around the fellow Quincy's bolt. "If you wanted to fire a weapon, you'd do it at range," The reishi struggled underneath his touch, an attempt to rip it of its form through sheer will.

"Stalking implies I had to try. I looked in a phone book, so if you wanna calm down and talk, we can do that. Or I can tear this toy apart and punch you so hard you remember your first birthday. Really, your choice." Lukas' tone flared to the extreme, his spiritual pressure spiking in the moment. There were few things that the man took seriously as an attack, something he planned to make apparent.

"Always so fucking jumpy?"

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173 words | | callin' your bluff

Coding Altered From: [The Frost]

Mon May 08, 2023 3:32 pm

JOHANN ARANT | FORGOTTEN PATRIARCH

So, the brat had some confidence. It almost reminded Johann of himself, were he about fifty years younger -- already something he didn't like. He was more than aware of the bastard of a man he was in his youth -- and to think that there were still children of the modern day that held a similar arrogance.

Already a distressing thought. Nevertheless, as he watched the young man's hand reach around to grip at the bolt of his crossbow, he scoffed. Moving the weapon away, he simply took aim at Lukas' arm, firing without a moment's hesitation.

Like his legs, the arrow would quickly and promptly freeze his arm and halt movement. The other arm would hardly be able to reach him, and Johann had little worries about his threat.

"Far from jumpy, I'm responding to an uninvited visitor late at night. There's hardly any reason to be visiting someone like me, especially not a member of the Todgestalten. So, if you're quite done threatening a superior, you can temper your bravado and answer my question. What do you want, boy?"

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