⋆ 𝙏𝐇𝐄 𝕽𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⤹ ᶠᵉᵃʳ

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iunno. didn't check. probably barbecue bacon.
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steak ‘n shake gave me an extra burger. and i’m kinda tired of this shake.
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( they rest their arm by their side, lightly tapping the joint with their finger. the ash falls to the ground as they let out a low chuckle. )

“if i told you i came from a nice, little town that’s pointed out nowhere on any sort of map, would you believe me?”
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their chainsaw eagerly screams as they spin through the air, raising the weapon high above their head before swinging it down onto kamukura with a growly shriek. embers erupt from the chains, hotter than any regular fire, brighter than any molten lava. these are the flames of rage. )
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ungodly strength. )

( the punk smiles, brows furrowing as they press their sneakers to the ground. yellow eyes stare into the near lifeless ones across from them. )

“let’s make it look pretty, yeah?”

( leaping up towards the dark night, yellow flames imbued with their movements. - -
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( the chains laced in the devil’s magic rotate with a pinkish glow, the mechanical whirr nearly barking in bloodlust. )

( but even the punk knows, this is not their true enemy. a read through of that book proves it. this is just a person. manipulated and toyed with, even with their - -
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iunno. you seem like the type that could totally kick my ass.

probably don't gotta worry about that though, i've been told i'm well-behaved.
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yeah, think i will. gives me an excuse to speak to you, yeah?
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where did i put my damn lighter..?
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that lil yapper demon kush.
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flesh. the fire expands to the form of their hellbent, devil-forged chainsaw. the weapon would roar, its chaotic, mechanical and ghoul-like warcry making itself known to the overworld. hungry for blood. )
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bothering them ever since they made a permanent residence in hell. where 𝙞𝙨 june? is she okay? what is she up to? if they had to guess, probably sleeping. )

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸.

( they reach out a hand, pink and silver flames summoning from their hellspawn - -
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the screams. )

( terry stands, overlooking the city they had once lived in. memories of their "more-human" life flashing before their eyes. after all they and june had done, centra still prevailed. )

( they won't let her go alive this time. )

( they wonder, though. something that had been - -
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they'd disappear in the fire. leaving nothing behind but a small bit of ash. )

( intense hellfire would erupt atop the great monument, moans and screams of the damned echoing across the night sky as terry emerges from the flames. as fast as the fire came, it'd dissipate. and with it, - -
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( as they opened their mouth to respond, their opponent would vanish. blinking before releasing an annoyed sigh. everyone has to have a gimmick, don't they? at least they have one too. )

cool, so that's what i'm dealing with.

( as they spoke, yellow flames would engulf the punk before - -
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shit i forgot to buy coffee 💢
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you're not like that bitch's other goons. come on, i know a good spot.

( pressing off their heel, heading back the way they came. their eyes locked with their opponent's as they pass, purposefully bumping into their shoulder. )
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good appearance, huh? you sayin' if i give you a good fight, you'll tell me what i need to know?

( cocking an eyebrow. hands digging into their pockets, their eyes squinting in a suspicious stare. )

and a care for the people. you're weird, man.

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. . .

yeah- didn't really think that would work.

( kicking stray rocks off the sidewalk, blowing a piece of hair out from their face as their yellow hues would meet the creation's. they'd toss their half eaten shawarma over their shoulder, into a conveniently placed trash bin. )

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yellow eyes lock onto the stranger. that fall wasn't accidental. they know who this is. this "stranger" is the 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘢 they've been looking for.

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they spin around on their heel, backing away from the stranger as they face them.

a look of embarrassment comes across their face as they nervously wave towards the other.

"sorry, sorry -- i should really be paying more attention. just tryin' to get home, y'know?"

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though, when the two begin to cross paths, terry would trip on the concrete. they fall forward, holding tightly onto their shawarma as they collide with the stranger.

"shit-!"

they exclaim. managing to catch themself on the stranger, as well as keeping them from falling as well. - -
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so, just how resilient is this kamukura?

as they're eating, they spot a tall and slender figure walking down the same sidewalk, approaching. seemingly minding their own business. the punk's yellow eyes avert from the stranger, still nibbling away at their shawarma. - -
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if the two were to get into a fight, the question isn't who would win, it's more of how long will it go? a super soldier born from an already biologically enhanced being. the 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 ultimate on steroids.

even if the punk were to die at the hands of this monster, they can come right back. - -
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but they are no stranger to fighting. ideal? no. but if that's what it takes, so be it.

"thanks, man. and keep the change -- i don't need it."

waving to the kiosk's owner before walking further towards the inner city. with each bite of shawarma, they'd contemplate. - -
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terry hands over a small bit of cash before standing idly by, waiting for the much older man to wrap up their order. chances are, though, kamukura won't be so willing to hand over information for free. they've been enhanced. drugged. the odds of violence are high, - -
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technically, this isn't a hit. it's an interrogation. their sole purpose is to gain as much information as possible from 𝐢zuru 𝐤amukura. centra's plan, where she's holding chiaki nanami and whatever else they can possbily get out of them.

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the punk's boots fall heavy on the wet sidewalks, rain pouring from the night sky as the vibrant lights of the city give the saddening night bright colors. they stop at a small shawarma stand. after all, they can't work on an empty stomach. they'd pull out their earbud as they ordered.

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the bustling nightlife of glory city, the world's most technologically advanced community history has ever seen, has dwindled in the past decade. newly placed curfews have been killing late night businesses, but there were still those risking their freedom to have a drink or two.

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𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆'𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗼 -- third district - ludowic

(open.spotify.com/track/7r7WQZ...)

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