01 ☣ video/action for NBT

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[ The audio turns on with the hiss of static, it lasts about half a second before— ]

Stuck? Stuck?! Bullshit!

[ Whoever's speaking, they're clearly angry. There's the sound of paper getting pushed aside and metal hitting the floor, followed swiftly thereafter by glass breaking and plastic getting crushed. The horrified gasps of a few scientists fill in the ensuing silence. ]

Kyrie...she's in danger, I have to...

[ The yelling voice seems to have slowed and quieted to a low growl. The thudding of boots marks heavy, erratic pacing; the crunch of plastic indicates the violence isn't quite over.

It's here the video turns on; a big blue snout blocks the view, before the head pans out to reveal a Bagon, looking upset. The small creature turns the 'gear around, capturing the scene:

Elm's lab is trashed.

Papers litter the floor, broken glass and torn plastic casings strewn in the wake of whole workstations being knocked down. Chairs are on their sides, tables half-emptied of their contents, shattered vials releasing fluids onto the linoleum. A group of scientists—strangely, none of them hurt—are watching with wide, frightened eyes as a young man paces. 'Young man' is perhaps generous: half-man, half-snarl, flashing teeth that feel as though they should be pointed. He can't seem to contain himself, his eyes stare ahead emptily, focused on something that isn't there; every other movement he's whirling, stopping, starting again, hands raised, hands down, flexing and touching his right hand over and over. There's blood on that fist; it's easy to connect the dots to the hole in one of the computer monitors. Finally, after about a minute, he spins deftly on his heel and grabs Elm by the collar of his labcoat. Tiny flowers of blood bloom on the white fabric. ]

I have to get back!

[ He shakes Elm for good measure, as the poor harried researcher can only hang on and blubber apologies. Nero snarls. ]

Answer me!

[ The Bagon puts down the gear and leans over it worriedly, making a soft keening noise. Come calm his trainer down, please, somebody! Anybody? ]


[[OOC: all characters who signed up and any who didn't are welcome to come crash the party and help Elm get away from the rampaging teenager. Video/audio responses will come chronologically after he calms down. ]]

Comments

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

It really didn't look that way with how you had one by the collar and a bloodied fist.

[Quirking the corner of his lip up, Kotetsu only stood ready, sliding his feet just a little further apart for balance.]

And don't you be too surprised when I let out a wild roar!

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[ No comment on the bloodied fist, also--the fuck was that challenge BUT OKAY LET'S ROLL WITH THIS ]

Only roaring you're gonna do is in pain!

[ Aaaand lunging forward with a dropkick. Look sharp, Kotetsu. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[It makes more sense when he can use his power 8| okay gawd. He may look old but he's fast and takes abuse for a living; what do you think of this fourty year old? Swinging both arms up to block that kick, Kotetsu is quick to shove it up higher and dart in with a fast right hook.]

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[ His momentum keeps him going, and as soon as he lands he's whirling, dodging the punch just in time. He's still getting used to things being slowed down; he doubts he could slice through bullets if he had the Red Queen on him.

He uses his right hand to push Kotetsu's arm aside, which makes his lip curl. Using the opening he's created, he darts in for a punch to the stomach. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[Nero will be skimming nothing but net vest as Kotetsu turns in a spin, crouching in the dodge to aim a fist to the gut. He, at least, is used to fighting without his power when he has to; it's not an all that pleasant experience, but for now?

Kotetsu isn't minding so much. He knows it would be an eventual thing anyway, and he already decided to be a hero until the end.]

HaaaaaaaAH!

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[ His eyes narrow when Kotetsu's fist connects with his stomach; the impact doesn't really faze him, but it does make him grin. He reaches down, his left hand curling around Kotetsu's wrist, keeping him close to deliver an elbow blow to the face with the free arm. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[Wincing as the blow hits his cheek, Kotetsu lets out something of a growl. Unclenching his hand and regripping Nero's shirt, he hefts the younger man up and over his shoulder in a judo-style throw down.]

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[ Still grinning. See, now things are getting interesting. He lets Kotetsu swing him up and over, landing on his back so hard the air gusts out of his lungs. Still, he doesn't miss a beat, reaching to grab Kotetsu as he's pushed down to use the momentum, bringing the older man towards his raised knee. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[Yikes that is a knee!

Shoving his free hand down and using the leverage to push off of, Kotetsu somewhat cartwheels over the downed body, managing to land on his feet and back out of arms reach. Keeping his arms up and fists ready, he wipes his sore face with one arm.]

I get the feeling you like to fight, what with the smile on your face.

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[ In one fluid motion, he's back on his feet, looking far less tense than when they started out, but not nearly exhausted. He rolls his shoulders. ]

I don't hate it. It gets things done. Now, why don't we take this outside?

[ The open doorway is behind Kotetsu, after all. Attempt at full body tackle out the door is a go. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

Outside sounds fine to me -- [OH HI THAT IS A FOOTBALL TACKLE. Not quite having been expecting that, too busy answering, Kotetsu takes the full brunt of the tackle and lands with a hard hughhh! making the air fly out of his hugs.

Good god it was like getting punched in the gut by Rock Bison.

He didn't take it before and he sure won't now though, and with a wheezed and struggled breath to catch his second wind, Kotetsu winds his legs back and plants his feet against some hips and sends Nero flying up and back; at least by a foot. Just enough for him to roll to not get landed on.]

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[ Fffff, answering is for losers. ENJOY YOUR BRUISES, KOTETSU, BECAUSE THERE ARE MORE COMING.

He goes flying from the abrupt flip, cartwheeling into a crouch. He rises again, gingerly flexing his right hand. Even getting impaled wasn't a problem back home, but here, his split knuckles haven't even remotely begun to close. He doesn't let himself dwell on it, though. ]

Huh. You're tougher than you look, old man.

[ Another lunge, left fist on a straight path for Kotetsu's face. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

I'll take the compliment!

[Up on his feet again after rolling, Kotetsu is carefully giving his side a ginger skim of one hand despite the competitive smile. With that lunge though, he's ready and catching that fist in his own to swing his right fist on a path for Nero's face.]

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[ And--pow! Nero is going to have a bruise blossoming on his jaw, not that he seems to preoccupied about it. Instead his leg sweeps forward, intending to catch the older man off-guard and bring him down. ]

/finally gets to tagging FFFF

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[You know, if his partner didn't regularly use kicking as a method of attack, Kotetsu might be less prepared for it. Spreading his feet to keep his balance, he dropped the fist in his palm and ducked down, using his other hand to push that leg up over his shoulder before picking Nero up in a football-like grip and throw him over his back.

Well, more like carry him over his back like a sack of potatoes, since Kotetsu hasn't let go.]

Are you done yet?

haha, wait, who's the slowpoke here? pfffftt

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[ Okay--what?

Nero has now found himself over the other man's shoulder like an unruly child. This...isn't going to go down well. A nasty snarl erupts from his through. ]

Put me the hell down!

SLOWPOKING IS FUNNNN 8D;;;;

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[Nero is being the unruliest of children. Kotetsu is only gripping a little harder with both arms; one around the middle on his shoulder, the other around legs so he can't get kicked.]

Not until you've calmed down. Using your already injured fist around is only going to make it hurt worse when I bandage it up.

o/\o

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[ gjfdkh HE IS A GROWN MAN PUT HIM DOWN >C Nero still has his arms free, though, and he's pushing off of Kotetsu's shoulders. If that doesn't work--elbow to the head. But please, Kotetsu, don't let it get to that. ]

Why would you bother--put me down.

i like how i meant to say 'waving' instead of 'using' in that last one FFFF

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[NO. Kotetsu isn't quite letting him go yet, it might resort to elbows to the head.]

Because you're just angry and worried about what you just left behind; you weren't scaring those lab people for no reason at all. [Giving a half smile, he stands and waits.]

So. Have you calmed down?

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You done psychoanalyzing me yet?

[ Yeah, Nero doesn't really do happy fun sharing time, sorry tigerpapa. He doesn't elbow Kotetsu outright, be he does shove at the other man's head in an effort to extricate himself. It's clear his aggression has subsided, however; even if he may not show it, Kotetsu's words did hit home in some way. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think so.

[With the shoving at the side of his head, Kotetsu finally leans down to plant Nero on his feet again and dust his hands. Giving a smile despite a nice bruise forming, he's turning to head towards the lab.] I'll get a first aid kit, you wait right there.

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[ Just. So unsure. Kindness from a non-Kyrie person, what do?




...He waits, apparently. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

[Returning not long later, he's motioning for Nero to have a seat so he can sit across from him on the ground and open the first aid kit. Getting to work, but he does give a 'Sorry, this will sting a little at first' warning before carefully dabbing disinfectant over the wounds.]

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[ Nero, still impassive and uncertain, just lets Kotetsu work. When he moves to apply the alcohol, Nero almost scoffs--him, feel the sting of rubbing alcohol? what does Kotetsu think he is, twelve?--but is shocked at the spasm that runs down his arm when the pad does touch his wounded hand. He hisses.

It hits him all at once, now that the adrenaline is gone; the blossoming bruises he's collected, the cuts, the stiff soreness, the fact that none of it has healed yet. He hasn't just lost his Devil Bringer, he realizes, grim. He's lost everything that made him a good demon slayer. It's a powerful worry, but his turmoil is absent from his face. ]

[tigerlikereflex.livejournal.com]

Are you feeling slightly better than earlier? [Wrapping his knuckles in bandages, Kotetsu tears the edge off the roll and smooths it down. Sitting back then with a quiet smile, he's apparently ignoring the swollen bruise on his cheek.]

I can fill you in on what's going on with this place.