asgardeventide | 6th slash | audio/action back dated to day 133

[Someone's not happy, and he hasn't been happy since the end of that darkness event. He's been holding it all in to himself mostly, just brooding and stalking around Asgard on his own. Barely talking is something he seems to do when he's over the top angry, and this is one of those circumstances. Someone very.... precious to him died during that event, and upon finding her body he went berserk- killing any Taken he could find.

He still doesn't feel better, he still wants more blood. He'll never forgive those fuckers for what happened with Chie.

so might as well ask Asgard what else he can do to let off some steam.]

....What's a good way to....

[dammit, it's so hard to even talk over this network.] ...I've pretty much ruined all the fuckin' punching bags in the arena... I need somethin' else here to take my frustration out on.

This place is such a goddamn joke, you know that? Help the gods? Get close to people? Fuck that- after what happened with those Taken fuckers.... as far as I'm concerned, I don't need anyone else.

[the strain and bitterness in his tone is clearly evident though.]

[Later on in the day if anyone wishes to find Senji, he's located at the park- and he's putting his super strength powers to good use here. One might hear the sound of something....well, being hit rather hard. Punching bags are no good anymore, but it seems like trees are.... not holding up either. You might even find a few with holes in them, yanked out of the ground, or just ripped in half.]

Dammit.... dammit...! I can't hit the dead center....!

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[his words made Senji pause. What?! Senji is so tall and just a big muscle-head, how is he small?!]

How big did you think I was...?

[ He has the grace to stare at his hands now. ]

You talked bigger.

[Senji is inspecting the walkman.]

What, like a giant?

[ A finger hovers each button as he reads out absently - ]

Pause. Forward. Rewind. Play.

[ Then he looks up. ]

Bigger. Like something that kills.

[Turning it over in his hands as Shinji shows where everything is.]

...I am somethin' that kills, but-... yeah this thing'll do nicely.

You're just much smaller than most things that do.

[ Because this is just. Like. Talking. About the weather.

Or something. ]

I'll give you the rest of the day with it. But if you run out of batteries... mmmmm. That would be difficult.

[much smaller?

what

is this kid on about giants or something?]

I don't think I will but.... yeah, thanks.

[ All the nodding, all the time. ]

- right. I'll be back for it later, then. En... joy? Enjoy.

[he puts it one of the earbuds and presses play. Oh this music....]

Uh yeah, I'll return it tomorrow.

[ And so, with an anguished parting look, brave Shinji leaves behind his one

his true

his only

his love

For, as whispers the

CONVENIENTLY PLACED NARRATOR:

Walkman, Walkman! in whose arms linger thou, Walkman?
Deny thy inanimate condition and refuse thy one-eyed psycho;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but Shinji's love,
And he will no longer stare like a thrice kicked puppy.

WALKMAN:

[aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I anthropomorphize in shame to gtfo at this?

...........peace. ]

[.............It's really just Senji borrowing his walkman for a day.

Relax Shinji.]

[ ......oh, well, okay then! ]

6th slash | audio/action back dated to day 133

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