capeandcowllogs | I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty

WHO:

fuelblade and you.
WHERE: Wherever!
WHEN: Whenever!
WARNINGS:No Shakira dance included! Nero has a potty mouth!
SUMMARY: With Nina's breakdown and mess, Nero activated his Devil Trigger a whole bit easier than he usually does. That does not agree with him and makes him a grumpy sod, because he should have had better control than that! So after visiting Nina with what I believe is an inconclusive end, he goes out on a walk to unwind. Probably shoot some cans or sculpting the Mona Lisa in a rock with his sword or something.
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like!

[He's not exactly sure how he should feel about the whole crock. On the one hand, he had the fact that no one was really hurt those days except for those nasty creatures that suddenly decided to make the City their favorite smoothie parlor [sometimes he had to wonder about the poor judgment and choice of those things. One would think they'd learn about recon before attacking whatever].

He looks around after taking the final sip of a soda [and go figure, it's actually better than the one he had back home, even if slightly more acid], crunching the tin in his fingers and throwing it at the alley he somehow landed himself on - how does I shoot maps?

It even gave him time to draw out his revolver and shoot it before it hit the ground.

As he holstered it, he frowned. His fingers have been way too easy on the trigger lately. It worries him, so he does whatever he did since he arrived to that city, and blames the whole thing on it, really.]

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[Booga was sauntering home when someone shot in his general direction.]

Ballsack!!

[He jumped, flailing a bit before stepping back. His heart beating a million miles a minute, he looked up to see the guy responsible.]

Christ on a stick, what'd I do, mate??

[He stops mid-turn, looking over his shoulder, right beside the spot the former-soda can was resting.

--Well, shit.]

Trust me. If you had done something, those bullets would be in your head, not shoved into that wall.

[Composing himself, he rubbed the back of his neck.]

Rough night or you just like wasting bullets?

[He rubs the bridge of his nose, and then gives a shrug worthy of Kanye]

How about a bit of both?

[He laughs a little]

Oh shite, that good?

...Looks to me you need a drink.

[WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER I'LL BE THERE AND YOU'LL BEno, we're stopping that right now. She's just walking around the City, as she does, until she hears a shot ring out from the direction of the nearest totally convenient alleyway. There's no reason for Lust to suspect the source is anything of interest to her, but she's--not curious, so much as bored--and the negative ramifications of poking her nose where it doesn't belong don't so much apply when a headshot is nothing but a temporary setback. She'd rather it not happen, of course, because then she'd have to get rid of ! But Audrey II is probably getting hungry anyway, so she turns her head and takes a few strides closer, to peer in.

YEAH THAT DUDE IS DEFINITELY AN IMPORT which makes this both more interesting and more complicated! She steps a little further into view, tapping her heel against the pavement.]

I do hope you have a permit for that thing.

[NO SHE DOESN'T]

[GODDAMN IT I HAVE THAT SONG IN MY HEAD NOW.

He doesn't really need to look to know that in between the scales of his right arm there's a soft, low glow slipping. It's not very strong, but it heats up enough to make him a bit more aware of his surroundings.

Damn it, he's slacking off.

Nero's not very familiar with sultry voices and sultry women who easily earn the title of "Queen Tits McGee", but he's had enough encounters of the third degree with two of the Top 10, at least. Even so, he frowns a little at this recent arrival and spots as easily that she must be an import too.]

Yeah, "Law-Abiding" is my middle name. [Or something.]

[Lust rolls her shoulders in a light shrug, keeping her expression neutral, which admittedly isn't hard! So far, she has no reason to treat him with anything but civility.]

That's a mouthful. [She conspicuously gazes into the alley, as though a dead body is suddenly going to materialize if she stares hard enough, and then smiles just a little as she looks back at his face.] My apologies for bothering you, then. With whatever it is you're doing.

[A dark eyebrow arches under the mess of white hair and he tilts his head.] What, you'd be more interested if there were a bunch of zombies chasing after me?

[Are you saying that Nero's carpets don't match the drapes.....]

Since that would directly affect the rest of this place, I'd hope so. [B)] And it has a certain flair. What exactly were you shooting at, then?

[Maaaaybe]

[That sounds kind of crazy and manic but given this is from pretty much the curviest woman he's seen in this city so far, he's not really surprised. Really, what's up with that? What next, blades out of stockings?]

Guess that would change the tune of this hellhole a little, yeah. [A shrug] A can. Nothing too extreme.

[HEYYYYYYYY, RUDE. She waves one hand, sort of dismissively, sort of conversationally.]

That's an understatement. They do have ranges for that sort of thing, you know.

[ Julian is walking through the City, by himself, and for once not bugging anyone, when he hears the gunshot. It's way too close for comfort and he turns quickly, the air shimmering with green energy as he instinctively shields himself with his powers.

But there's no follow up shot. Whoever's shooting isn't aiming at him, so he lets the shield drop and takes off in the direction of the sound. Something's going on, and he's going to find out what. He's expecting to find looters, or muggers, or something.

But instead there's just a guy, a face Julian recognises from the network. He scowls at him. ]

What the hell are you doing?

[That sudden outburst from some random guy bursting into his way as he strode out of Covenient Alley ^TM got him arching an eyebrow, shifting his weight so his right shoulder and arm slipped out of blatant view.]

No, what are you doing?

[Fluent in sarcasm and movie quotes, this one is]

[ Julian rolled his eyes. And that response made him even more defensive. ]

Cute. I heard the gunshot. What are you shooting?

[He bit off the "Your mom" snap that came straight away, but he wasn't really in the mood to deal with yet another "WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT MY MOMMA" ordeal again. He shrugs, jerks his head at the mangled can on the floor, two bullet holes cut through it.]

Hate to cop a cliché, but a can.

[ He was gonna get on famously with this guy, he could tell. His sarcasm level ratchets up a notch. ]

Oh, forgive me. I hear gunshots, I figure something might be wrong.

I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty

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why is this so long...........

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