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day eight - kill log

Who: Shokudaikiri Mitsutada and Rhys
When: The eighth day
Where: The Complex Apartments

[ It's the morning of the eighth day, and oddly enough, you'll find yourself waking a bit earlier than normal. No one else seems to be awake yet, but you might not even notice that at first. After all, you're not alone in your apartment this morning. ]
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[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-26 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ so this very fine morning, while everyone's sleeping, there is a rhys! a rhys carrying a bottle of antifreeze, a blanket (from that room), and a match. he's standing off to the side, near the kitchen, stuffing the blanket into the sink so he can begin dousing it in antifreeze while taking very careful stock of how much is left in the jug. he won't be using the whole jug, enough to get the corner nice and wet before --

flick. he strikes the match and drops it in with the blanket.

he uses his robot hand to pull the now firey blanket out of the sink and toss it off towards the sleeping bodies. it's as it's moving through the air that rhys' eyebrows furrow and he whispers slightly, even as the blanket continues to grow in flames. ]


... Is someone awake?
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-26 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[It's disorienting when he wakes up all of a sudden, much earlier than he had before. His head hurt, to some degree, and he's still drowsy from what feels like an incomplete night of sleep, but that's not what's important right now. There's something entirely wrong here, though he can't really tell what it is until Mitsutada's attention is almost abruptly turned to the flames before him and the voice coming from the darkness.

He shoots up from his position immediately, eye searching the room for whoever that voice belongs to--]


Hello...?! [He tries to get up, using the wall as support.] Who's there?
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[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-26 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ shit. shit, shit, shit. he doesn't need someone waking up now before he's done. rhys drags a hand over his face and as the fire starts to spread, he swears under his breath and dashes forward to the stumbling body. he's going to grab him, robot arm twisted in his shirt in an attempt to drag him out of there, out of his plan. ]

Dude, why are you like, awake? Did Judy not drug you enough? Oh my god, Judy, the fuck? You're supposed to be my bro, Jude!

[ rhys, now really isn't the time. ]
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Wh-what?

[Needless to say, Mitsutada is absolutely not in a state to be dealing with all of this excitement immediately after waking up. The only thing he can do, however, is barely recognize who this person is--]

--Wait, you're the guy... that wanted to suck. [With all of his strength (which isn't much), Mitsutada will try to resist being pulled away from the scene.] Hold on, what are you talking about? The fire... I have to put out the fire!
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[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-26 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ sorry, bub, cyborg strength is gonna get ya because rhys is just going to grab him harder and tug him until they're stumbling out of the room. then he's going to close the door behind him. ]

Nnnnope, no. You don't have to put out the fire. The fire is perfectly fine where it is? And I-- oh, shit. I forgot the antifreeze.

[ this is of course, when rhys shoves mitsutada back hard and opens the door again to dash in and grab the antifreeze. this is definitely the idiot who is committing arson tonight. so, there's that. ]

Shit, shit, shit, shit! Also, I don't suck!
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-26 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh shoot, there's no way to fight against this kind of strength, so unfortunately he's just going to have to be taken away by this man.]

But, I do! People are going to get hurt by the fire... [Mitsutada stumbles over, hugging the wall again to keep balanced. He has to go in and put the fire out before it gets too big, but Rhys is back and blocking his way before he can even think to move.]

Th-this is a pretty suck-y thing to do, if you ask me. It's not cool at all! [Priorities, Mitsutada.]
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[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-26 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ when rhys stumbles out with the antifreeze clutched to his chest, he looks surprised that mitsutada is even still there. he blinks, shocked and frozen in place for a moment before shaking his head and. right. he should take care of this problem. ]

Well, maybe I'm not cool at all? Have you ever thought of that!

[ which is kind of weird to say because he thinks himself plenty cool. he swears under his breath then and lifts the antifreeze to swing it down hard on mitsutada's head. he can't risk the drugs wearing off, after all ]
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-26 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He can tell what kind of situation this is by the way Rhys looks and acts, so Mitsutada's flight or fight instincts kick in -- though, sadly, a bit too late. By the time he reaches for his sword (and realizes it's still in the room), he feels a sharp pain over his head and topples over.

With a grunt, he hits the ground with his vision fading away. The only thing he can feel is the injury to his head, and it's just so frustrating that he can't seem to do anything else to help himself right now.]


How uncool... [He's become so unsightly.] You... I thought I could trust... [People? It's the one thing Mitsutada can manage mutter while his consciousness begins to drift off into nothingness. On the other hand, he thinks very briefly how it'd be nice to at least see Ookurikara again but... that doesn't seem likely at this rate.]
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[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-26 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ rhys pauses just slightly when he hears mitsutada's words before giving a snort and shaking his head. he drops the bottle of antifreeze then before lifting his flesh hand to grab a chunk of the guy's hair. as he drifts in and out, rhys will drag him forward towards the fountain. ]

The thing -- the thing is, it's been like, what? Eight days. Nineish. You thought you could trust who, me? Dude, we've spoken like two words and I don't even know your name.

[ when he gets to the fountain, he'll falter slightly, looking to the guy and then back to the fountain before swallowing. his shoulders roll to settle and even though he's not quite used to this yet -- this... directly killing someone thing, with your hands, he knows he has to do it. he knew the moment the guy stayed awake and rhys dragged him out the door.

(he probably should've left him inside to burn, whoops. he's an idiot.)

in one swift movement, he shoves him down to the fountain to bang his face against the side, hoping to break his nose. then he'll push his head underwater, trying to drown him. mitsutada's groggy but rhys somewhat wonders if he's going to fight. ]


You guys -- you have to die, you know? You're like, like bandits. You come in and you infest and then people have to deal with the fallout. The fallout of people like you deciding what's gonna happen to people like me. I won't let that happen.

[ he feels bile in his throat then and swallows it down, eyes watering. ]

I am better than you. I am smarter than you. I am richer than you. I am more attractive than you. And you. Are. Nothing. Only I get to decide what happens to me.
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-26 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[WELL, he might've given up before but there's some sense (quite literally) knocked back into him and even more so when his head gets dunked in the water. Mitsutada realizes he has to get up, he has to struggle and fight to survive this whole thing. The adrenaline coursing through his body just barely gives him enough strength to stay alive, even for a moment.

He might be battered and beat up, but no matter how unsightly he looks, he's supposed to have an advantage here, right? Rhys doesn't look like he knows what he's doing right now so... there's a surge of confidence overcoming Mitsutada as he struggles to escape from the other's grip by sort of... kicking his legs around in hopes of knocking Rhys back some.

By some miracle, when he manages to do that much, he'll pull his head from the fountain, coughing and gasping for air before sluggishly getting up. Mitsutada is pretty... annoyed, to say the least, and he certainly looks unhappy even as he begins to fix his hair and outfit (because, again, priorities), shooting Rhys a glare before standing up straight again -- or at least as straight as he can with how horribly dizzy he is.]


I don't know what you're talking about. I don't understand what you mean when you talk about... this "fallout" or us "infesting" anything. [He clenches his fist, looking like he's ready to throw a punch.] I don't know who you are either, you've got that much right, but if you think I'll let you decide what happens to me too, then you're wrong. Because...!

[And here it comes, that balled up fist of Mitsutada's comes swinging in Rhys's direction.]

...I, am Shokudaikiri Mitsutada -- a sword once proudly owned by Lord Date Masamune! And I refuse to let myself go down without style.

[It's amazing how much energy he can muster up when introducing himself like this.]
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[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-27 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ god damnit, he was just going to drown you and then leave and no, now you have to make it like... what, a thing? rhys is swearing inwardly as he gets knocked over, losing his grip on mitsutada's hair and slipping on the water splashed onto the floor. he lands hard and sneers angrily up at the guy, wondering who has the audacity to fix his clothes at a time like this? he broke your nose, asshole! or. at least, he's pretty sure he did.

he's gonna roll over when the punch comes, it ending up probably connecting with the metal of his shoulder as rhys uses his arm to block before rhys is scrambling up from the floor and looking around for -- there we go. a small pile of things off to the side, some batteries, duct tape and a baseball bat. he lunges across the floor for that bat. grabbing it in his flesh hand and moving to stand up properly, facing mitsutada. ]


Your style? Your style? I've seen better dressed Pandorans in a fuckin' dive bar smack dab in the middle of Eridium Blight. Style, the guy says! Hilarious!

[ and because i am an idiot who forgot the bedrooms are on the second level just... casually smudges things to make sure they're near the fountain w/e w/e ]
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-27 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[It's fine... they're here now, fighting, and that's what matters.

Mitsutada is definitely the more beat up of the two -- bruises and cuts are completely decorating his face, not to mention his poor nose has seen better days... but nevermind that! There's more important things to deal with tight now.]


H-Huh? [It's like Rhys is speaking in a foreign language to him, or maybe it's because of all the head trauma that's preventing Mitsutada from actually being able to process words properly. Either way, he can at least understand the gist of it all as he looks around to look for something to defend himself with. It'd be so much easier with his sword, but it's stuck in that fire because SOMEONE had to commit arson.]

What are you talking about? You can never go wrong with a classy suit -- and I don't think you're one to lecture me on style...! [PLEASE.] Don't you think... that your outfit is pretty tacky? That teal shirt and bright, primary red and unfashionable brown vest... it's pretty uncool, you know!

[Without any weapons, Mitsutada's best bet is to provoke Rhys into attacking first so he can react and disarm him. Although, Mitsutada really shouldn't try to count on his strength for very long. It certainly won't last at this rate, and he's having enough trouble standing straight up as it is.]
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[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-27 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't want to go first, he thinks, because if he goes first, he'll fuck this up. still, there's only a bit of time until the drugs fully wear off and then -- then rhys is in trouble, he knows he's at a disadvantage here. he bites his lip a little, eyes flicking around as he tries to think.

and look, the arson just had to happen? he has his reasons, okay!! sometimes a guy just has to light everything on fire, what the fuck. ]


You -- my outfit is fine! Tailor made, quality fabric, the works. I bet you bought your shit off a rack.

[ and mitsutada's right, he's going to run in to attack first but instead of with the bat, he's moving in quickly so he can spit right in mitsutada's face to catch him off guard before swinging the bat upwards. ]
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-27 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Huuh? You should consider going to a new tailor --

[Oh, gross. Playing dirty is not Mitsutada's forte, so when he's being spit at, it throws him off enough that he stumbles to try and wipe it off. Still, he can at least expect a real attack to follow, and when the bat comes swinging down, he succeeds in blocking what could've been a fatal blow to the head (albeit clumsily, considering he couldn't even see) but... instead, Mitsutada is knocked to the ground with a severely injured arm.]

Ugh... you... that wasn't cool at all.

[Even so, he can't help but laugh, mostly at himself for getting caught up in this situation. In hindsight, he shouldn't have answered a suspicious voice in his room and should've waited until Rhys left to deal with that fire -- the fire that makes Mitsutada's heart race for some unexplained reason -- it would've been better that way, probably, and he certainly wouldn't be on the edge of life and death.

Despite now being horribly incapacitated, Mitsutada makes an effort to get up again though stops halfway when he begins to cough violently. And that blood leaving his head is really, quite literally, killing him.]


Aha...ha. Is your goal to kill all of us here? How horrible.
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GOD

[personal profile] jackhole 2016-10-28 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ ha ha, sucker...! all rhys can do is play dirty, since he really doesn't know how to fight in any way. he feels success coursing through his veins as mitsutada falls to the ground and he doesn't hesitate, swinging down again with the bat even as he asks speaks. ]

What? [ he winces a little, feeling a splash of mitsutada's blood hit his face as he starts to pummel him. ] I'm not killing all of you! I'm just killing you right now.

[ a scoff here and he'll keep talking because, well, he isn't quite sure what else to do. talk, swing the bat, keep doing it as long as he possible can. ]

And it -- it doesn't matter if you die! It's not even like, a big deal. I mean, it's kind of a big deal but you were all dead anyway when you showed up here. You weren't ever going home, you stupid asshole!
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[personal profile] mitsubou 2016-10-28 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't even scream or yell when the bat comes down again, his time harder and more violent than before. Mitsutada can see his own blood start to spray the floor around him and drip from himself while his consciousness is actually fading this time for good. Now, there's no fighting back -- he can't even find the strength to keep his eye open, let alone stand up to confront Rhys again.

At some point, whatever Rhys is saying turns into nothing but gibberish so he stops trying to put energy into deciphering it. Instead, he thinks about something else, something much more important -- or rather someone -- since Mitsutada would much rather think of something pleasant while he dies. It's the only thing Mitsutada can care and worry about right now; not even his uncool, unstylish, and unsightly appearance takes priority.

It doesn't take very long for it to happen, though. Dying, that is. After a few hefty swings of that bat, Rhys should notice that his victim is completely lifeless as he lies, broken, in a small pool of his own blood. Otherwise he can keep beating until he works some of his problems out probably...]