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[impiety]

Is it always like this?

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[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. ]

[foeyay]

[Kamui, in stark contrast, is heinously open about how awful a person he is. This he makes unmistakably clear when he orders half the menu right in front of his benefactor's face. He doesn't even bat an eye as he rattles off the laundry list of dishes.

The gusto with which he orders may seem a purposeful spite, as if he's wasting Archangel's chroma just to test the poor man. It's not. Yato stomach's are just that insane, hence Kamui's eagerness to mooch.

Once the flustered waitress has hurried off to the kitchen, he turns his smile right back to Archangel.]

Don't blame me if you're hungry later. I don't plan to share.

[impiety]

It's all right.

[ He waves off the concern about him being hungry. If he sees someone eat that much food in one sitting, he feels he will not need to eat in turn. The very thought of eating that much... ugh.

Why does he think that Kamui is going to eat it all? Because Archangel planned on forcing him to do so. If the other person is being spiteful with the order, the man planned to be spiteful in return. ]

Now, then... shall I discuss my proposal with you?

[foeyay]

[He settles comfortably into his seat and nods. No better way to pass the time until his food arrives.]

Hit me with your best shot.

[impiety]

I hope to create an organization here...

[ A cult. He wants to make a cult. ]

I'm of the mind that people may cause trouble for me, and those people will be strong... so, I thought it might not be a terrible idea to find someone to look after my people and me.

[ Want a job, you fucking gremlin? ]

[foeyay]

[He hums, nods in understanding.]

Ah, I see. You want to protect your shady business, and who better than a shady guy with no interest in asking questions.

[A beat, as he taps at his silverware.]

Would the Moon Knights be some of those troublesome people you're worried about?

[impiety]

Wow, you understand better than I thought that you'd be able to.

[ Archangel did think that he should continue to act as the benevolent leader, but decides that it wouldn't benefit either one of them. He instead claps his hands sarcastically at the pirate.

The two of them are feeling each other out, it seems, and he's curious about how vile a person that he can be before he needs to worry about the young man violently snapping at him. ]

They would, indeed. After all... you've seen how they don't seem to appreciate cults that get in the way of their world order.

[foeyay]

[Kamui accepts his sarcasm in stride. It's annoying, but it's also feeding him.]

Hmmm. I've never seen a cult in action myself, but I've seen plenty of groups try to overthrow their world's order. Some of them were whiny weaklings who deserved to get stomped. Others...

[Well, others were Shinsuke Takasugi and his rowdy band of terrorists. They had been an absolute blast from beginning to end, never disappointing Kamui's lust for excitement and battle, utterly captivating in their single-mindedness.]

Others weren't.

Are you sure it's a cult you're trying to create? [His grin widens, taut.] And not an army?

[impiety]

Hn.

[ Archangel breathes a laugh through his nose about those that are whiny weaklings that deserved to get stomped. ]

It's a little bit of both. [ Weighing his options, he decided that it would be good to explain things to the young man. The pirate seems to live on the mindset of doing what is "fun," and so he decides to feed into that as best he can. ]

You can't change anything without willing to sacrifice a few lives to do it. [ He smiles warmly at Kamui. ] So you might have to take a few lives for our just cause. I can't promise that they'll always be strong, but... the strong ones will eventually show up if enough death happens, right?

[foeyay]

[Kamui doesn't disagree with anything Archangel's said. Change always comes with a price, and strong, righteous people like his little sister will certainly step in if he rampages hard enough. It's something else that leaves his empty stomach feeling cold.]

I've had my fill of small fry. If they come at me ready to kill, I'll take them out in kind, but otherwise...

[His curvy smile, already a bit tight, evens out into a thin, straight line.]

You guys should be able to handle them yourselves. Right? I've followed orders issued by some pretty pathetic guys, you know? I don't feel like doing that anymore. Any "just" cause should at least be strong enough to stand on its own against a couple angry weaklings.

Especially if it wants to partner with someone like me.

[impiety]

Believe me... if I could kill people with my own hands, I would.

[ He laments about his lack of strength and has to sound like Scar from the Lion King for a second. If only he was born with brute strength along with cunning, but alas!! ]

I can deter a couple of weaklings but... well, do you want to experience it for yourself? [ Archangel can force a person to feel his own suffering, and pain, which has dulled to him over time. It's enough to stop most, but the truly determined can break through the trouble. ]

sorry for the wait!

[foeyay]

[Kamui perks up at the question and leans forward over the table. This is what he wants to hear, not some half-baked angel lamenting his noodle arms.]

Oh? Is this it? The mysterious defense I've heard so much about? Show me!