[open] sitting on the boardwalk counting shudders

[foeyay]

WHO: Kamui, Open
WHERE: Around Chroma
WHEN: Punishment week
WHAT: Somebody needs to finally tell Kamui about the laptops, forum, and quests. What better time than when he's inexplicably not looking for fights?
WARNINGS: One homicidal maniac trying to be nice to little girls. Also maybe toilet bogeyman.

Punishment: "Kamui will be struck by the impulse, impossible to ignore, to be a good big brother to any of the younger girls and women in the Town. He will have no idea why he wants to do this."


i. accidentally a little sister (for awash's female population)

[Right here. Right here in the middle of the road, there is now a braided redhead blocking the path. Whether this is their first meeting or Kamui has already been a bag of dicks to your poor character, he's smiling like he's surrounded by puppies and rainbows.]

Hold out your hand.

[His hands? Conspicuously hidden between his back and his cloak. But trust him. It'll totally be worth it.]


ii. too much of an idiot (open to all)

[Kamui hums to himself as he meanders through the three sections of Chroma. There's no purpose to his stride, and he doesn't have any particular destination. What he does seem to be interested in is where he can catch snippets of color in the scenery. His attention zigzags from left to right and back again as he makes a mental list of anything and everything that could be useful. Because if monochromatic food is useless, then clearly everything monochromatic is useless. Kamui's logic is undeniable.

After hours of this, he finally stalls, sighing at nothing. His fingers fidget and squirm toward the handle of his parasol, but he pulls them away just before he makes contact and folds him arms over his chest instead.]

Ah, this is pointless. I'm too much of an idiot for this kind of pragmatic, technical footwork. [i.e. He's getting bored.] I should just go hunt some geese and have a big barbecue. Good food makes even the ugliest places more interesting.

It's not like there's anything else to do on this tired little planet.

Comments

[satanslash]

[Goodie. Not like he hasn't gotten plenty of that in his life.]

Don't that just make you impatient, not st--

[Wait, what did he just--]

HEY! Who the hell you callin' "small fry"?!

[foeyay]

[Kamui blinks.] You aren't?

[satanslash]

Fuck no, I ain't a small fry!

[His tail sure is lashing a lot. Good job, Kamui, you got him pissed off in record time.]

[foeyay]

[This is when Kamui's schooled expression tips, and a smile starts creeping up on him.]

Do you want to prove it?

[satanslash]

[Oh.

Shit.

Rin's expression almost instantly snaps out of his snarling anger. There's a brief moment of uncertainty before he scoffed and looked away.]

Why should I? If you wanna pick a fight with someone go into the forest and punch a monster. 'least then you'd be doin' us all a favor.

[foeyay]

[Hey, no fair. You damn tease!]

I'm tired of weak opponents like them! I'll kill them to eat, but that's all. You should understand, right? A fight isn't fun when you already know the outcome.

[satanslash]

[So this guy at least has some idea that Rin isn't just some weird kid with a tail.

Oh boy. This is going to get... interesting.]

Ehn--? What makes you think I'm anythin' like that? Just 'cause I got power don't mean I'm always lookin' for a fight.

[foeyay]

[Rin had been angry about being called a small fry, but he hadn't risen to Kamui's bait. Fear isn't what stopped him. Kamui's certain of that, and that alone tells him a great deal.]

You don't have to go looking for fights every day to enjoy the ones that come to you. [He snorts as he points at Rin.] You want to get stronger, right? Anyone who's satisfied with their own strength is just too stupid to realize they're actually the weakest of all. So every time you're faced with a new opponent, you push yourself a little harder. It doesn't matter if you love winning or just hate losing. You don't have to be the one to fight, but you do it anyway. You can't help yourself.

Am I right?

[satanslash]

[He's polite enough to listen to the tirade, but he looks far from impressed by the apparent attempt at analyzing him. He waits until Kamui is finished before crossing his arms and letting out a sigh, once lashing tail now calmly swaying low to the ground.]

You're right about one thing - I don't like losin'. Losin' means people get hurt or killed 'cause I wasn't enough.

[Like when the Impure King came so close to destroying Kyoto. When his sword wouldn't move from the sheath.

When he really had been scared of his power and the pain it could cause others.

He won that fight with the help of his friends, though, and a lot had changed in the many months since then.]

Sorry, that just ain't me. I may punch a bully or two for pickin' on those weaker than them cause I really can't stand people like that. I'm plenty strong. Hell, for a while I was too strong, and I fucked up all the damn time 'cause of it. I did my damndest to work on that, though, and I'm not about to go throwin' my flames every which way just to prove it.

[foeyay]

Too strong?

[Kamui laughs. It's not a happy laugh. It's surprisingly cold for someone who usually delivers his insults with a warm smile.]

I guess you really are the biggest idiot of them all. I overestimated you.

[satanslash]

Well, yeah, I had no control over it.

[When you're carrying the blood of the literal King of all Gehenna, it's kind of expected that you're going to be too strong for your own good.

The laugh earns a scowl and a faintly displeased noise from Rin's throat, but as before he doesn't rise to whatever bait might be in that quip. He waves a hand dismissively instead.]

Whatever. Think what you want. Ain't no skin off my back.

[foeyay]

Haaah? [Kamui whirls around, his condescending sneer breaking down in the face of genuine and indignant surprise.] If you couldn't control it, then what part of it was yours?!

[satanslash]

[Heh. Who's the riled up one now?]

All of it! It was sealed for fifteen years, of course I wasn't gonna be able to control it right away!

[foeyay]

[Look, strength is his entire life. It's serious fucking business, okay.]

So you weren't strong enough to control your own power. That's a strange way to brag, you know. To say something like that while insisting you're not looking for a fight... How bold.

[satanslash]

Who the fuck said I was braggin'? It's the truth.

[Rin shakes his head, crossing arms over his chest while looking annoyed with the conversation. One track mind, this one.]

And I'm not lookin' for a fight. Seriously. Why would I wanna make things harder for myself here? Or for anyone else for that matter? I wanna help people here. If we're gonna be stuck in this fuckin' joke of a fairy tale maybe put that energy to somethin' better than lookin' for a face to punch, geez.

[foeyay]

I've never felt motivated to help guys who can't help themselves. It makes me sick just watching them.

In fact, I'm feeling pretty sick right now!

[He grits his teeth, more agitated than even he'd expected. There's nothing he hates more than seeing his own weakness in others.]

I'll spell it out for you just this once. If you think having so much power that you can't control it makes you strong, then you're even more of a villain than me. That's pretty terrible, you know. I'm an awful person.

[satanslash]

I'd say we're doin' a pretty damn good job helpin' ourselves and each other, so you can blow that attitude right out your ass!

[Rin isn't buying any of it. He rolls his eyes and scoffs hard, utterly convinced that this guy is more full of shit than a public bathroom.]

Villain? Really? What are you, ten? That's the kinda shit you'd say on some lameass anime! I know what I am. [He straightened up then, jabbing a thumb at his chest.] I'm Rin fucking Okumura, and I'm gonna be the best damn exorcist the world has ever seen! I'm gonna help people, and I'm gonna use my powers for good, no matter how long it takes me to learn to control it all! I don't care about bein' strong, I don't even care about bein' a hero or a villian! All I care about is doin' the right thing, and not gettin' into petty fights with a guy who can't even find an ounce of compassion for the situation we're in!

[Though his voice was raised, tail lashing with the mini speech he barked out, he doesn't let the irritation of the moment overrun what common sense he has. The longer this conversation drew out the more likely he would be to forget exactly what he just said and deck the guy square in the face.

Won't help guys who can't help themselves... he really was an awful person. Rin was having none of it, and he turned on his heel to go find some other place to be. Hopefully far away from Kamui.]

I hope you change your mind, buddy. It's gonna really suck when you need help and no one's willin' to give it to you.

[foeyay]

[Kamui isn't about to stop him. If Rin wants to storm off, he can, though Kamui's glare will follow him until he's out of sight. Only once the angered boy is gone does Kamui turn around and let his clenched fist fly. He punches a devastating hole into the stone pathway beneath his feet, sending shattered rocks and other debris soaring into the air.]

Hah! He didn't listen to a word I said. How stupid do you have to be to start yapping about being a good guy when even the baddest guy of them all knows you can't help anyone if you can't control yourself?

[He lifts his fist from the dirt, staring down at his dirty but otherwise unmarred knuckles.

"I'm gonna help people, and I'm gonna use my powers for good, no matter how long it takes me to learn to control it all!"]

Idiots like that are the most annoying.

[And yet, Kamui's lips contort into a disgusting little smirk.]

Ah, I can't help it. I want to kill him!