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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 21:41:56 GMT
Ruka stood alone in the center of the coliseum. In his right hand was a half-empty bottle of whiskey and there were more scattered around his feet, some shattered and others still in one piece. Combined with the occasional wobble, it was quite clear that he was drunk. "He could preach the Bible, full of ecstasy and fire. But he also was a kind of teacher women would desire. Ra Ra Rasputin, Lover of the Russian Queen! There was a cat that really was gone! Ra Ra Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine! It was shame how he carried on!" Ruka sung, his voice echoing throughout the coliseum and despite his drunken state, his singing was quite good.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 12:27:03 GMT
Fundoshi walked into the coliseum with intention to start a little bit of training. This was a place he usually had some alone time to keep his thoughts clear and his mind focused. Cracking his neck, he entered the preparation room with little care to where he left his belongings, knowing well that he was alone at this hour. He adjusted his shoulders in his Henshin uniform and walked out into the main coliseum area. He noted the empty bottles strewn about the entrance and through the vestibule, figuring maybe some Demon punks had gotten in earlier. The smell of whiskey was very apparent.
He stopped mid-pace as he heard singing. He wasn't alone.
Immediately, he looked around and spotted Ruka. He blinked once in shock, then heaved a strong sigh through his nose, mouth forming a small grimace and eyes narrowing slightly. He squared up his shoulders a little more and approached the drunken demon.
"Neophyte." He addressed Ruka in a firm tone. Not necessarily barking, but likely close, "Do you even know what hour this is? The Coliseum is closed to the lesser ranks at this time of night."
He wasn't pleased.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 13:40:40 GMT
"Who the fuck-?" Ruka began as he turned around to see who was talking to him and upon seeing Fundoshi's, he gave a wide smile. "He-he-hey, Fido! How it's going?" He asked and walked with a slight wobble towards Fundoshi before slipping on an empty bottle, falling face first into the ground. "Oww, fuck!" He groaned in pain as he held his head and rolled over onto his back. Ruka then looked up at Fundoshi and saw his Henshin uniform. He had never seen Fundoshi's henshin uniform, or at least, he didn't recall ever seeing it, but he liked what he saw. "Loving the duds, Fido! They really suit you!" He said with a drunken smile, giving a thumbs up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 19:07:53 GMT
Fundoshi crossed his arms and gave a heavy, disappointed sigh. He looked over the sight of one of his subordinates on the floor and his nose crinkled up just a little.
"Thanks, but you didn't answer my question. Why are you here? You're also drinking on the training grounds which-" He pointed directly to the short list of rules, motioning over the line that stated 'No Alcohol on the premises.' "-Is clearly stated."
Of course, he also assumed the man couldn't read well with that amount of inebriation. He was trying.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 19:58:43 GMT
Ruka groaned and rolled his eyes. "Okay. First of all:" He said as he got back up on his feet, trying not to lose balance and fall back down, "You can take that list and shove it up WAAAAAAAY your ass!" He continued pointing his left index finger high in the air. "Second of all: The reason i'm here is because I got drunk, I felt like singing, and this coliseum has a fantastic echo so i came here." Ruka then turned around and grabbed an intact bottle and look inside it to see if there was any booze left in it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 18:31:40 GMT
Looking around at the Coliseum at the mention of the acoustics, Fundoshi brought his attention back to the drunk demon in front of him with a further furrowed brow and a deeper look of a mixture of disappointment and frustration.
"I apologize, I must have stuttered." He began, "No drinking allowed. Rules are rules, whether the sign is lodged up my ass or not. If you continue to disobey, I have the right to discipline you."
He was a lot more firm this time around, but still calm. The man was still drunk, so he could only imagine he wasn't thinking the way he should. It was an enterprising thought to teach a drunk man a lesson, considering he was intending to train tonight, anyway. This wasn't an acceptable way to train, nor what he was initially willing to deal with.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 2:49:15 GMT
Shimapan had been sneaking around for a while that night. She didn't have any specific plans, but she was hoping to catch someone doing something embarrassing to add to her collection. Now hiding in one of the lower rows of the Coliseum, she laughed quietly to herself as she got photos of the incident in the center. People always became total embarrassments when they were drunk Shimapan wondered what kind of blackmail she could get off this, since she'd sooner die a second time than let someone get photos of her laying in a pile of empty bottles. She also crossed her fingers and hoped Fundoshi lost his cool as well if Ruka kept being so stubbornly drunk. Nobody ever looks good when they're angry. Of course, she didn't plan on blackmailing her higher ups just yet, but it was always good to get a stash going.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 17:31:22 GMT
"Discipline me?" Ruka said with a laugh before turning around to face Fundoshi. "Oh man, you're funny. I've been 'disciplined' more times than you can count and I STILL don't give a fuck about your rules. But you're more than welcome to try. Be it with your fists, a whip, or that big ole' donkey dick sword of your's." Ruka continued then a idea popped up in his head and he grinned. "Hey, that gives me an idea for a song! Donkey dick sword, Donkey dick sword~! Fidoshi's got a donkey dick sword~! Donkey dick sword, Donkey dick sword~! Fidoshi's got a donkey dick sword~! Everybody RUN, things have gone to shit~! Fido's got rabies and he's fucking lost it~! So get out now or today will be your last, as his donkey dick sword goes right up your ass~!!!" Ruka sang, gripping the bottle with both hands and swung it around as if it were a sword then pretending to shove it up a person's butt as he finished his song.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2017 16:19:35 GMT
There was a low growl in the back of Fundoshi's throat that he held back and a very deep and intuitive sigh. In his head, he was probably counting to 10. He wasn't partial to being mocked, he figured no one was, but this was absolutely ridiculous. 'He's drunk.' he told himself over and over in his head until the urge to beat his subordinate to a bloody pulp subsided. Hell Corp was setting the bar incredibly low to be adding these kind of fools to their ranks. Tempter was an extremely unfitting word for this man.
Or maybe not, considering Fud was tempted to beat him into reincarnation.
He crossed his arms over again and shifted his weight onto his other foot.
"I'd like to know how you know what a donkey dick looks like, to be candid. I thought they were thin, not long and flat." He said in a curious tone, "Regardless, that song was pretty awful. I think you need lessons in more than just how to address your superiors."
He thought for a moment, observing his movements with a flat expression.
"And to add to that, you obviously have more mental issues than I could even begin to deal with. Master Frock either broke you or found you useless, so you ended up in the West as a result. Fitting."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2017 19:48:54 GMT
"I actually don't know what they look like, but donkey dick has a better sound to it than elephant dick, which i have seen. Fucking huge, man!" Ruka exclaimed, spreading his arms out wide to give an idea of how big it was. "Also, I'm not useless. Frock just couldn't handle the fact that I was a better fighter than any of his lackeys and that i wouldn't bend over with my ass in the air like everyone else, so he tried to 'correct' my behavior. But when that failed, he kicked me out, which was the most wonderful thing he ever did until he decided to send his goons to track me down and lock me in a fucking cell when i was having fun." Ruka continued, throwing the bottle into the arena's seats, the bottle shattering on impact.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2017 1:59:03 GMT
Disappointed that Fudonshi kept calm, but still satisfied with Ruka still being an embarrassment, Shimapan took a few more photos. She was pretty pleased and looked through her album. She really didn't want to fill her phone with too many photos of someone she didn't find attractive either. Hopefully she could get something out of them. Just as Shimapan was getting ready to leave, the bottle Ruka threw landed and shattered in front of her. She stayed hidden, but still let out a yell from being caught off guard.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2017 12:07:15 GMT
There was serious doubt in Fundoshi's eyes at the things Ruka said, especially when it came to his original Absolute. At least he got it right that everyone bent over for the man, but he doubted he tried too hard to correct his behavior considering the chaos this man seemed to be partial to. He simply snorted and response and watched the bottle fly into the stands.
At Shimapan's yelp, however, he turned his attention back to where the impact was and frowned deeper. Wonderful, there were more people here.
"Come out of wherever you're hiding or risk demerits on your record." He called up, his patience wearing thin. He didn't need two unruly subordinates to deal with, and his will to continue arguing was waning. He remained steadfast, however, if only due to the fact that he wasn't about to let a drunkard ruin his night or his training ground.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2017 12:59:47 GMT
Shimapan frowned, but had no intention of messing up her reputation with something as trivial as this.
She stood from behind the seats, trying to look as apologetic as possible. She bowed an appropriate amount, also trying to avoid hitting her head against some of the seats in front of her.
"Oh please forgive me Sir! My name's Shimapan and I'm a new addition. You see I got lost and ended up here, but the only other person around was him..." She gestured to Ruka before continuing her speech, "I certainly didn't want to approach such an unruly drunk, and I was going to wait until you were done with him to ask for directions. Though I do understand my own foolishness doesn't justify me breaking trespassing rules by being here so late."
Shimapan finished her explanation with another respectful bow. She hoped that Ruka's behavior would make her faux respect hit even harder in comparison.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2017 16:05:57 GMT
Ruka scoffed and rolled his eyes. Another butt-in-the-air demon. "Well, no use hiding like a little bitch anymore. Ask for directions then get the fuck out of here!" Ruka said in a coarse manner, drunkenly gesturing to the entrance. He then grabbed another bottle from the ground and checked it for booze. But he had to wonder: That entrance was the only one unlocked, as far as he knew at least since he was the one who broke the lock, and it was on the opposite side of the arena from where Shimapan was standing, so why was she way over there if she was lost? Ruka wasn't the smartest or most perceptive of people, especially when he's drunk, but it seemed fishy to him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 16:24:02 GMT
Fundoshi looked her up and down from her position in the stands and gave a heavy sigh, his mouth forming an even flatter line than before as he pursed his lips. It was way too late to have to deal with subordinates afterhours. And this situation with Ruka was getting absolutely no where.
"Come down from there. I'll give you directions, then, so you can be on your way to wherever you're meant to be." He said, turning back to Ruka, "And as for you. I'll have to deal with you in an appropriate manner. You'll be going home, and you'll be getting a slap on the wrist this time."
He didn't know what the other demon expected, but he intended to be civil this time if not only for the sake of his own pride. There's no good deed in beating the piss out of a drunk man.
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