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[impiety]

Is it always like this?

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[impiety]

A pirate? Like yo-ho-ho?

[foeyay]

yo ho hum maybe. i'm not much of a drinker.

i can destroy a fleet of ships no problem though!

[impiety]

Of course.

That so? How can you do that?

[foeyay]

with my fists!

[For real though. Not just wooden ships either. Space ships.]

[impiety]

Could you show me sometime?

I'm not much of a fighter, but I wouldn't mind watching your skill.

[foeyay]

find me someone good to fight with, and i'll show you anything you'd like. :)

[impiety]

Someone strong, hm?

I'll see what I can do.

[foeyay]

only the strongest! i'll make it worth your while.

[impiety]

Beyond a show, what else will you give me?

[foeyay]

you didn't ask for anything else. too bad for you!

if you get too greedy, you'll end up with nothing, you know.

[impiety]

Well, I'm asking now.

Why is it already too late to ask?

[foeyay]

why should i waste my time providing for some weakling when i've got both hands full just trying to satisfy my own appetite?

[Both literally and figuratively. Kamui's got quite the appetite for battle, sure, but he also has an insatiable appetite for good, ol' fashioned food. The perils of being a Yato with an insane metabolism are that there is not enough chroma in the galaxy to keep him full.]

[impiety]

I might be able to give you something fun in return.

[foeyay]

you already said you're no good in a fight. there's absolutely nothing fun about you!

[impiety]

How about we meet and I'll explain myself properly?

[foeyay]

[Hm.

If Kamui meets this guy in person, he'll be able to measure him up to his own standards immediately. If this guy is somehow useful despite supposedly not being powerful, then things could turn out very interesting indeed. On the other hand, if he's useless, then a meeting will be a monumental waste of Kamui's time. He'd be too annoyed to even bother killing the bastard.

Then again... he had tried to say he had a good defense or something, right? He isn't fit for battle, but he has a good defense. It makes no sense to Kamui, but neither had Gintoki's inhuman determination nor Shinsuke's razorblade charisma. There are still forms of strength out there that Kamui has yet to understand.

Maybe a bit of annoyance is worth satiating his curiosity this time.

Maybe.]

treat me. you can explain while i eat.

[impiety]

All right.

[ Small price to pay when trying to manipulate someone strong. ]

getting both versions of that comment was delightful, thank you

[foeyay]

[Score! Now, no matter what happens, he'll at least get a free meal out of it. Mooching: The only way Kamui can survive in a world where money equals intimacy.

Also, on an unrelated one, one of several effective ways to manipulate this very strong idiot.]

name your time and place. i'll be the one with an umbrella.

I'M HAPPY YOU LIKE IT

[impiety]

Level 2. Tonight at 7pm. [ He lists off the restaurant as being one that has food that reminds him of Italian dishes. ]

I'll be the one with wings.

[foeyay]

[Oh, hey. Wings are kind of cool. Off to a promising start!]

bring lots of chroma!

[...That's about as close to "Thanks, I'll see you soon," as Kamui can get.]

action.

[impiety]

[ Archangel has a thought as soon as he heard how strong the "pirate" is. The thought is that he needs someone to protect him from the idiots of the world. He used to have his cult to act as his shield, but he needs something more -- and thinks he can find it in the Moonblessed.

The pirate, himself, sounds like a fool and so he hopes that he's an easily manipulated fool. That would be the dream, wouldn't it? At the very least, he has enough chroma to ensure that the meal will be well-paid for.

So, he stands outside the restaurant. His wings folded behind his back, and wearing not his cult attire but simple clothes of the city. In short, his wings clash with the fashion of Lunatia, but he will be damned if he removes his wings. In his world, they represent his status and so he will hold onto them tightly no matter what. ]

[foeyay]

[Kamui is quite stuck in his ways himself. He meanders toward his destination in traditional Chinese garb most commonly associated with Kung Fu practitioners. His clasped jacket, sash, and loose pants are accentuated by the deep purple Chinese parasol preventing even one ray of sun from touching his pale skin. When he spots Archangel's conspicuous wingspan, his blue eyes sparkle in open appreciation, and he quickly joins his benefactor in front of the restaurant.]

Wings!

[He parrots with a grin.]

I'm amazed no one's tried to cut them off before now.

[impiety]

They would find it difficult to so.

[ Because he would go downright feral if anyone touched his wings with the intent to tear them off. Archangel's sanity is nonexistent, to be honest, but he doesn't realize that he's lost his mind. He recognizes that his emotions are unstable, at times, but that's the most that he sees his own ruined state. ]

I'm Archangel. And my dear pirate, shall we have dinner? [ He makes a gesture for him to enter first. ]

[foeyay]

Because you have a secret defense. [He asks in a decisively declarative manner.

Color him officially curious. Without further ado, Kamui enters the restaurant. He lowers the parasol and closes it while waiting for his wallet to join him. (His name is Archangel? Eh, "wallet" is easier to remember.)]

The biggest table you've got! [He chimes to the greeter.] For two.

[impiety]

Goodness.

[ Archangel sounds reasonably accommodating; the sound of his words coming out more like an "oh you" than anything else. He will just have to find a way to regain his chroma after this, and thankfully he has a batter back home that can tend to him.

Is he willing to admit that he is an awful person? Yes, but not to anyone save a few. ]

I'm just here to support my companion's appetite. [ He tells the waiter and sits back to let the pirate order whatever he likes. ]