Initiation (any, violence and language)

[Zidane]

Of all the places for a feminine pipsqueak monkey boy to end up, what do you think would be worst? Pulling your mind out of the gutter, you might imagine the trouble he would be in if he landed in, say, the most dangerous part of town? That's right, the part of town where you must fight for every minute of survival, the part of town where no one would care if you were badly injured or close to death. In fact, if you were in said state of disrepair, they might even finish you off just to acquire some meat for dinner instead of the usual meal of meager scraps. The part of town where blood was a condiment to be dashed on whatever you were eating in hopes of making it slightly less dry and bland.

This is exactly where that feminine pipsqueak monkey boy from the first sentence ended up.

It had been roughly a week since Zidane had literally been dropped in the Zaraki District of Rukongai and, amazingly, he was still alive. A little worse for wear, yes, but the fact that such a small person had been able to cling to life in such a dangerous place was amazing enough that a couple of injuries didn't really detract. He likely owed his survival to his agility, given that most of the residents seemed to be either burly and slow or...well, dead or close to it. He had also learned on day one that under no circumstances do you look at anyone. The people around here seemed to be set off by the littlest of things, and becoming enraged at a strange look in their direction seemed to be a common theme. Therefore, the number of potentially life-threatening skirmishes could be reduced so long as you never met someone's gaze.

Unfortunately, said strategy had recently (seriously, minutes ago) been proven faulty. Our little monkey boy was running from an exceptionally large man hollering profanities and bellowing about how little respect kids had these days. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You're the first guy I've met here that actually wanted to be looked at!" Not missing a step, Zidane jumped from a pile of crates to the roof nearby before pausing to catch his breath. "Don't you have anything better to do than terrorize the new guy?"

"Get your ass down here and fight me like a man, monkey boy!"

"I'd much rather stay out of reach, thanks!"

"If you won't come down yourself, I'll MAKE you come down!"

"Really? How? Because I really doubt those crates will support your bulk-YIKES!" Apparently all the bulk wasn't just fat. The man had begun body-slamming the building, which was creaking more and more with each hit. Apparently the buildings around here weren't as sturdy as they looked. Zidane staggered to keep his footing, arms swinging to aid his balance. "Why is everyone here so danged violent?" Just as the shack began to collapse, Zidane leaped for the one next to it. His fingers grabbed the edge of the roof but before he could pull himself up the big man had him by the tail. "Hey, come on! That's part of me! Let go!"

"With pleasure!"

"That doesn't sound good." The man spun around in a few circles, then let go of Zidane's tail, sending the little guy flying into the pile of crates. Dazed, Zidane pushed broken bits of wood off himself and wiped the blood from his mouth on the back of his glove. "Congratulations...you whipped me good. You're bored now though...right? Most of you...get bored...at this point."

"I'm just getting warmed up, pipsqueak!"

"Oh...joy." Zidane pulled the broken crates back over himself in hopes of it protecting him while he planned his escape.

[Grell]

I   a m   a   b u t l e r   t o   d i e    f o r .

^{Tell the police to stay awake,
I'll be out tonight.
I'll search the streets and alleyways
and find myself a whore.
Then take her where the lights are low
and cut her to the core.
Across the throat and up the middle,
oh it feels so sweet.}

To say the brilliant red man was worried would be a lie, if anything as he perched upon the roof top his giddy laugh echoed through the twilight. He didn’t know where he was, which meant neither did William. He was free too do what ever he wanted now. He lusted to paint this place red, see the hideous streets a glorious shade of blood red. He had been interrupted before, so this time he would not be denied.

The sounds of fighting reached his ears, or it sounded more like a bull ramming into a wall. More crashes sounded, and he laughed. Jumping down with a light thump, he strutted along, chainsaw held up in front of him.

‘OI, you a soul reaper?’ The brilliant red reaper spun on his raised heels. His grin spread, jagged teeth slotting together. “Yes~ How kind of you too notice. Now, would you help me ou-” The burley man shook his head. ‘I don’t help soul reapers!’ He began to charge. With a laugh the chainsaw was revved into high gear. “But you are so eager to help~” The blade easily plunged through the helpless souls body. “Together we will paint the streets!” Ripping it up the cinematic record began to weave. Frowning a bit he looked them over, seems that this man had already died once, as there wasn’t much too see.

A soul that was already dead, and yet he killed it again. Strange. Letting the blades slow to a halt the blood trickled down the weapon. He headed towards the source of the sound once more, feeling quite energized. With a slight skip to his step he twirled down the streets.

‘I'm just getting warmed up, pipsqueak!’

The tall reaper rounded the corner, another burley man standing there. This place was full of ugly people. He heard a younger sounding voice, with quite the pleasant ring to it. Eyes flashing slightly he strutted over. “Oh dear, harassing other people.” His almost feminine sounding voice rang out clear as his high heeled shoes clicked over the dirt ground. Flicking the chainsaw in front of his face. “I’ll just have to stop you~” Tongue slipping out of the corner of his lips, curling over jagged teeth.

[Zidane]

Well, this was a pickle. Zidane was still reeling from his throw into the pile of crates and the man who threw him wasn’t done yet. Through a gap in the wood the soul could be seen ambling over, cracking his knuckles as he slowly got closer. Zidane was wracking his brain for ideas to get him out of this mess, but all that thinking was making his injured head spin even more vioilently. Was this the end, then? Was this to be the closing act of the young man’s life?

“Oh dear, harassing other people. I’ll just have to stop you~”

“Find your own meat sack to pummel, the monkey boy’s mine!”

And just like that the hulking brute was storming in the other direction, towards someone Zidane couldn’t see from this angle. Well, what a relief. Now he actually had time to come to his senses and figure out how to end this peacefully! As the oversized man sung his fists at Grell, intentionally missing since the idea was to scare the redhead off, Zidane pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and smirked. “That should work.” Taking a deep breath he pushed aside the wood covering him and darted towards the enemy’s turned back. In a single fluid movement, he grabbed onto the man’s shoulders and hoisted himself up, crossing his legs around the man’s neck.

“You little punk! Get off!”

“Now, now, you’ll thank me for this I’m sure. I bet you haven’t had a decent rest in months!” Zidane half sung as he pulled the cork out of the bottle. “Open wiiiiide~” He shoved the bottle into the man’s mouth and tipped the bottom up, sending the liquid inside into the man’s mouth and down his throat. The man began to stagger dangerously then, before falling to the ground with a thud as Zidane jumped off. He looked at the redhead and grinned. “Thanks for keeping him busy! We’d better get outta here though, that sleeping weed juice isn’t gonna keep him knocked out for long.” His hand then moved to his mouth and felt around inside, assessing the damage. With a long sigh he brought out his hand which now had a tooth resting in its palm. “Man…I liked that tooth.”

[Firo Prochainezo]

      Ok.. well.. this was uncool. Brown eyes opened to find that he was not... in New York. Of hell no, very far from it. He groaned and rubbed the back of his head, one eye opened that looked around. This place looked worse than the slums of Manhattan, that was for sure. Now where was he his hat-- there it was. Picking it up from the ground he hit it a few times to get the dirt off and put it back on his head securely, finger gliding along the rim to make sure it was on right. The boy then stood, brushing more dirt off his green suit. This wasn't part of the plan, now was it? Nope, it wasn't, and it was... well strange. He looked around more. This was just atrocious... just who in the right mind would live here? Was this some kind of third world country or something. He sighed. This... this wasn't good. He had to get back. He didn't have time for this, did he? Well, guess he was going to have to make time. This was not something that was familiar to him in the least. There was this strange scent in the air. He crinkled his nose and frowned. Eugh, the fuck was this.

      Well besides the fact it felt like he had a massive headache he figured he was alright. He was a sturdy young man. Very sturdy. He wasn't part of the mafia for nothing, right? Whistling he put his hands in his pockets, wandering around the slums to see if he could familiarize himself with his surroundings. Maybe he could find something that was familiar. Or maybe not. Who knows. He looked at some of the people that he passed by and frowned. Wow, wonder what happened to these folks? This place was beyond poverty, perhaps something worse. He would give change, but, these guys looked liked they wanted to pick a fight rather than be humble. Seriously. Firo could see the viciousness in their eyes, similar to the crooks back in Manhattan. It was a unsettling notion, but he knew that if he didn't bother them, they wouldn't bother him, and he was happy with just that. That and avoiding eye contact worked, but he wasn't about to let his guard down that easily. He had a knife ready in case one of them wanted to start some trouble, but he wasn't in the mood to be fighting really.

     Though one thing Firo needed to understand, and he probably already did but it was inevitable, to walk in on a little quarrel. Avoiding trouble was quite hard, and this was no exception. He heard some voices in the distance and he couldn't help but stop and try and make them out. Uh... none of them sounded like anyone he knew. Sucked. Might as well check it out, if anything he was just curious. Hopefully it wasn't too bad, but by the looks of this place, it was very liable to turn into something nasty. Walking through the lengthy, dirty streets, he finally caught a glimpse of of the two who seemed to be making a whole bunch of ruckus. Uh, yeah, he was staying out of it for now. They just seemed to be runnin' around and whatnot. He sighed. People. What were you gunna do-- wait what the fuck did one of them have a tail?! He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Okay okay, dammit he probably hit his head harder than he thought...

      He watched as the gruff man thew the smaller one into the wall, a hole in the wall evident. Okay okay, enough of this nonsense. With a sigh he causally walked closer, not scared at all. Well, why did he need to be scared? A hobo cut his fingers off, sure, but they regenerated. He wasn't worried about death, not in the least. If anything happened he would just come back, and back, and back again. Though he stopped in his tracks as some really... obnoxiously colored... eh... was that a woman or a.... guy...? He blinked and let out an exasperated sigh. This place was strange, okay? It was just weird. This new person took "red-head" to a a whooooole new level. Like, what? It was really long too, and by the person's voice it was a guy...? Okay what kind of fucked up world was this? And why did he have a chainsaw... okay he really... he couldn't find the words to really... describe how he felt about all this. He really couldn't. He continued to to watch the other guy, the one who was being harassed by the gruff guy, make his move and just knock the guy out. Firo raised a brow. Impressive. he decided it was okay to walk closer. Might as well do something and not look like an idiot, eh?

"Those are some nice skills you got there~" He said casually, a small smile on his face, New York accent very evident. "Yous wouldn't happen to know where "this" is, would ya?"

      It was an innocent enough question. He didn't have any malice or anything to really have anything bad. And he was completely calm about it all. he wasn't tense, he wasn't anxious. No, he was just cool and calm, a small smile, looking over the two fellows before him. Huh, interesting pair. They didn't really fit the description of anyone he'd seen in his life. He walked over to the gruff man that was taken down. With his foot he moved his head, then his arm to see if he was really out of it, or maybe dead. He wasn't sure, nor did he really care much. If the guy got up, Firo would simply bring him back down. Simple really. His hands stayed in his pockets, nothing in them besides said hands. The three of them seemed to be the oddballs of this place. None of them fit the description of what this place generally had in terms of people and styles. In fact, the three of them were very different in those aspects. It was interesting, and quite weird. Ah, wonder how they'll react to a simple little New Yorker.

[Grell]

‘Find your own meat sack to pummel, the monkey boy’s mine!’

Hands on his hips the red clad reaper grinned a bit. Was this idiot going to attack him? A being likened to a god itself? He simply started as the fist slid past his face, he would have easily dodged had the man tried. He laughed a bit and shook his head. “You’re no fun at all~!” He blinked a bit as the small boy, seemingly his ‘money boy’, jumped onto the stupidly large mans back.

‘You little punk! Get off!’

‘Now, now, you’ll thank me for this I’m sure. I bet you haven’t had a decent rest in months!’ He hadn’t a clue what was happening, but he did notice how absolutely huggable that little boy was. ‘Open wiiiiide~’ What was that he had? Didn’t smell quite familiar. Oh well, it didn’t really bother him at all. He backed up as the man thudded to the ground. He idly found himself wondering if that worked on demons aswell.

‘Thanks for keeping him busy! We’d better get outta here though, that sleeping weed juice isn’t gonna keep him knocked out for long.’ Shaking his head from the clouds he looked down at the boy. He was zoning out, quite a lot actually. ‘Man…I liked that tooth.’ Ooooooh so cute! He let out a squeal that seemed fitting of a girl and scooped the boy up, wrapping his arms around his head, careful to keep the chainsaw away. “You’re just adorable~! Ahaaaaaa!” He swung back and forth and grinned wide.

‘Those are some nice skills you got there~’ Huh? Releasing his cling he looked to the source of the new voice. Looked like a normal human, and quite the cute one. Eyes bubbling with joy he grinned even wider, if that was possible. ‘Yous wouldn't happen to know where "this" is, would ya?’ He laughed and let go of the smaller boy all together. “I’m in heaven.” And there he went. He was far too distracted to answer properly. Sure he had seen better, but he had been around so many ugly whores for so long, and Sebby aside, whom he would never forget, these two were the first decent looking people.

He seemed to be melting in joy, and even the chainsaw at his side was quickly forgotten despite the blood still dripping from it. “And you two are my angels.” Oooooh dear Grell. He really was swooning over the two, but it wasn’t quite as bad as when he was around the demon butler. Wiggling his hips he laughed and closed his eyes a bit. He seemed to be ignoring the situation all together. Twirling around he planted the chainsaw into the ground and rested on its end, frowning slightly. “What are you two doing in this dump?” Same question he had ignored, worded quite differently. And with very different intentions behind it.

[Zidane]

((I LOVE GRELL 8C))

“You’re just adorable~! Ahaaaaaa!”

Suffice it to say the redhead’s reaction was completely unexpected. Given such little notice, Zidane couldn’t do anything as he was scooped up like a kitten and swung back and forth by the squealing man. His wide eyes were as much a reaction to the surprise as to being shaken when he was already fairly winded. In fact, it didn’t take very long at all for the poor guy to be shaken into a daze, one that left him about as limp as a ragdoll.


"Those are some nice skills you got there~…Yous wouldn't happen to know where "this" is, would ya?"

Given Zidane’s current state, it won’t surprise the reader to learn that those words sounded quite distant to him. Dizzy as he was, it didn’t register that Grell had released him until he hit the ground. Though the fall had brought him back to his senses he determined the ground might be a touch safer at the moment. His head was still spinning a bit, after all.

“I’m in heaven. And you two are my angels.”

Was this guy for real? Slowly so as not to make himself any more lightheaded, Zidane sat up and looked from one man to the other. The brunette seemed sane enough but the redhead really had the monkey boy worried. He was absolutely giddy, it seemed, and didn’t appear dangerous save for the blood-covered…what was that, anyway? There weren’t any of those back home.

“What are you two doing in this dump?”

Zidane got to his feet and brushed the dirt off his backside, letting out a long sigh. “Unintentionally bothering the natives, it would seem. Just about everyone here has a big stick up their behind. Though if you mean how I got here…” A smile spread across his face as he let out a little laugh. “…it’s a bit of a mystery. One minute I was strolling down the streets of Lindblum, and the next I was in this place. I believe I heard the locals calling it…Zaraki District?” He shrugged. “Been trying to figure out how to get home all week, but so far I’ve had no luck.”

[Firo Prochainezo]

“I’m in heaven. And you two are my angels.”

"Riiiight...~" He said, finding the red-head really.. uh weird, even moreso than the monkey boy over there

     Watching the man... woman thing just handle the other kid like that was really strange. Did they know each other? Supposedly not, prior speech the short one made earlier proved such. But it was still rather weird. The redhead needed to learn what "personal space" was. And when that same man turned his attention to Firo, he couldn't help but feel that he was next with the onslaught of hugs and "adorable" comments. It was making him feel awkward. Well, if you were in his position, so would you. It was just downright, well, weird. He chuckled slightly as he rubbed his neck. God this was so weird. Ok, so obviously the redhead was high or had too much booze than he could handle. He didn't know, just some where some how one of the redhead's screw was loose. Very loose. Ok, now the shorter guy had something useful to say... somewhat.

“Unintentionally bothering the natives, it would seem. Just about everyone here has a big stick up their behind. Though if you mean how I got here… …it’s a bit of a mystery. One minute I was strolling down the streets of Lindblum, and the next I was in this place. I believe I heard the locals calling it…Zaraki District? Been trying to figure out how to get home all week, but so far I’ve had no luck.”

Firo couldn't help but tap his chin while dwelling on what was just said. "Huh, interestin'~" He said, making a mental note about the name of the location. "I just came here not too long ago. The people here seem to be 'charming', don't you think~?" He laughed a bit. He took off his fedora and held it in front of him against his chest. "So fellas, what're your names? Name's Firo Prochainezo~"

     Something was telling him that this was not going to be the last time they all saw of each other. Might as well introduce themselves to clear up things and whatnot. Hey, maybe they could turn out to be a real help and knowing their names was just respectful. Whatever the case, he gave his, and it was out there now for them to remember or forget. He ran his fingers through his light brown hair and he blew out hair out of confusion. This was just all so weird. Of course, he was keeping his guard up in case some of the locals decided to do something stupid or crazy. Oh, Firo was prepared. He could handle a group of thugs easy, and with these two it would be much easier. Hopefully these two weren't that bad, as in, they weren't really malicious. The short one didn't seem to be, but the redhead just seemed weird to start with, and plus he looked freaky and had a fucking chainsaw, so, maybe the young man had to pay special attention to him.

     He still couldn't help but think, the place that the short one mentioned... that was nowhere he really heard about. Nowhere in New York, or, anywhere in the United States, that is. Huh. Strange. Maybe the short one was from a different country, maybe? Made sense, but in a way it didn't. Just where in the world were there short men with tails that could do all that. Really. Shit like that just didn't happen. And don't get him started with the androgynous redhead. Oh god, just where in the world did that come from? He dreaded to think. Their answers would be interesting to hear, perhaps~

[ ooc: EW HOW DARE THIS POST ONLY BE THREE PARAS. forgive me D: ]

[Grell]

‘Riiiight...~’ His knees met together and he found his hips swaying back and forth. Teeth slotting together as he grinned. He hardly noticed the state he had put the smaller one in, he was too busy being awkward. But for the red reaper, little seemed to settle in his one track mind.

‘Unintentionally bothering the natives, it would seem. Just about everyone here has a big stick up their behind. Though if you mean how I got here… …it’s a bit of a mystery. One minute I was strolling down the streets of Lindblum, and the next I was in this place. I believe I heard the locals calling it…Zaraki District? Been trying to figure out how to get home all week, but so far I’ve had no luck.’ For a little guy, he talked. A lot. Lindblum? Heh, that sounded weird. And Zaraki district? What kind of places where these? What happened too London?

Realizing who that separated him from, he had a temporary mental break down. “Sebby, I will be back for you!” He dramatically held his hand into the air, reaching for something that wasn’t there. Caught in the moment he snatched the air and pulled it to his chest. But he snapped out of it as the new guy spoke again, curse him for stealing the spotlight, but he had a nice face so he would let it slide.

‘Huh, interestin'~’ Was that all he had to say? Interesting? This was more than just interesting, it was weird! ‘I just came here not too long ago. The people here seem to be 'charming', don't you think~?’ “None as charming as yoooou~” Good job, scare them before they even know who you are, or where you came from. How’s that for a ‘Hello’?

‘So fellas, what're your names? Name's Firo Prochainezo~’ Oooh a foreign name! After once again melting, he grinned a bit and regained what little dignity he had. His high-heeled shoes clacked together as he straightened up, trying to appear important. Death god 101; Grell wasn’t important, but he made a great landing pad. “Grell Sutcliffe, but you can call me your queen~” If they guy wasn’t already thoroughly creeped out, that would likely do the job.

The fact that he managed to be this flirtatious, even after having just murdered some one, was quite disturbing. He still had the desire to paint the down red, but if these locals kept it up, his wish would be granted. He was after all, one part of Jack the Ripper. He wasn’t one to follow the rules, and no matter where he found himself, that wasn’t about to change. He glanced over to the man laying on the ground. He wasn’t dead, he could tell. The other man he had killed had broken apart into some weird energy. Seemed even this Firo guy was checking the validity of his life. It would be so satisfying to plunge the end of the saw into the mans gut, and watch the carnage as it ripped through him, but he refrained. For now.