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The point of no return

Who: Eiji and Ankh, Open portion HERE
When: October 7, night, continues for 46 hours
Where: Shopping district
What: The power of the music of the night
Warnings: Standard monster-fighting violence, addiction (thanks to the monster), some self-harm/semi-suicidal undertones to conversation

There is a phantom who's been singing late at night in the shopping district. And this angel of music has been drawing a lot of monsters. And Eiji being Eiji, he can't just leave this alone.

A flash of light from LaToraBatta doesn't do much to distract the monsters, and they begin aggressively beating Eiji now that he's closer to wherever the singing is coming from.

"Ankh, I think I'm going to need a combo for this one," he calls back, trying to block while at the same time slashing at another monster. "There's too many!"

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It wasn't bad enough that Eiji almost got killed or mind controlled or whatever it actually was that phantom was trying to do. No, he had to try to go do it again. There were times when Eiji seemed like he understood why that was a terrible idea. Then there were other times that he lost all sense of reason and seemed dead set on going back, and Ankh was by this point very frustrated with having to talk him out of it over and over again.

So, when he sees someone nearby, he is more than okay with enlisting help in this endeavor. Right now, he's firmly planted with a strong grip on Eiji's wrist while the other one tries to wriggle himself free so he can go right back to having his lips melted off by a clearly evil creature. Ankh directs a glance at whoever else happens to be there.

"Oi! Make yourself useful and tell this idiot not to get himself killed."

"Why?"

Yes, Kamui halted his stroll and turned to face the two strangers just to ask this stupid question. He was waiting for a real answer too as he twirled his parasol back and forth between his fingers. If that impatient glare meant anything, he seemed to be of the mind that Ankh was the idiot for making such a demand.

"If he wants to die, I can speed up the process myself."

As little faith as Ankh might have in people in general, that's not an answer he was expecting. He narrows his eyes slightly, making note of this person for future reference, because that response alone marks him as dangerous.

"Don't even try it," he warns, though if it's an actual answer to why Kamui wants, he can provide one. "He's been affected by a monster. It's not his own desire; that thing's just trying to make him come back." He suspects the logic of not helping the monsters is pretty universal, if nothing else.

Eiji does stop for just a minute, as Kamui threatens him, and for that brief time, he's almost completely normal--he tenses just slightly, ready to fight if it comes to it, but mostly he'd prefer to avoid escalating things.

"Ankh, it's no big deal."

Kamui would certainly like to think of himself as dangerous, and several intergalactic authorities would agree with this assessment. Luckily for Ankh, he hit the nail on the head. After a month of unexplained imprisonment, even Kamui was frustrated with the monsters here.

They just weren't putting up a challenge anymore.

Not only was the prospect of a different kind of monster intriguing, Ankh's no nonsense warning and Eiji's quick reaction time also caught the warrior's attention. With a smooth pivot, Kamui changed course, now stepping up to get a good look at these curious strangers.

"So it got into his head?"

Well, at least that had the intended reaction.

"There's one that looks like a really creepy woman, that sings and seems to control the other monsters around her." He nods toward Eiji. "She got to him and now he thinks it's a great idea to go back and kiss her."

He doesn't point it out right now, but Kamui might notice the cuts on Eiji's lips that indicate he tried that once already and it was a very bad idea.

Eiji bristles slightly at how much they're talking around him, but maybe it'll work out to his benefit. Quickly, he pulls his arm up and around, hoping he might be able to get out of Ankh's grip.

"Maybe you should try kissing him instead."

The shameless suggestion came without hesitation or remorse. Bright blue eyes darted between the two men as Kamui's lips stretched into a smile. It was a good idea, he thought. It was also an entertaining option.

Nice try, Eiji. Ankh isn't distracted enough by the conversation to let go... which is only true because he hears Kamui's idea after Eiji got his attention with that tug.

"What kind of stupid suggestion-" Ankh's reaction is immediate and unthinking, and he cuts himself off as he realises there might be actual logic in that suggestion. Not that he's immediately changing his mind about it being stupid, but he's probably thinking it over as he glances from Kamui back to Eiji.

Well, so much for that plan. But Eiji kind of had to stop in surprise at Kamui's suggestion...and then the look on Ankh's face.

"...Ankh? What are you looking at me like that for?"

Kamui chuckled, recognizing the hesitation he saw in Ankh's glance. "Probably wondering what you taste like."

That earns Kamui an intense glare, and if Ankh didn't have to keep his hold on Eiji then it would probably also involve grabbing the other's face.

"Stop babbling nonsense." He was mostly trying to figure out whether that had any chance of actually doing anything. Though Kamui's comment was possibly also more accurate than he'd like to admit. "I was thinking this whole thing is ridiculous enough that a stupid suggestion might work." Which, he wants to be clear, does not make it any less stupid.

Turning his gaze back to Eiji, it takes him a second longer to come to any real conclusion about that thought. He doubts there's much chance that would help. On the other hand, if it does it's probably a lot simpler and less annoying than dealing with Eiji being a mind-controlled moron for however much longer.

"Tch." It's actually worth trying, isn't it? Inwardly debating exactly how much he hates this place, he leans in and presses his lips to Eiji's in a way that's... not chaste, exactly, it's too rough for that. It's very Ankh.

"Huh?"

Eiji makes the mistake of, well, opening his mouth right there, and what was already a pretty intense kiss becomes suddenly a little more than he was ready for. Not that he was ready for anything anyway.

The mind-controlled moron just stares blankly for a good, long time, with absolutely no idea what he's supposed to do in response.

Kamui managed to remain very blasé about the whole affair, even when Ankh continued to insult him. The kiss was going to happen either way. Ankh was free to rant as much as he needed to until he was ready to do the deed.

When the kiss did happen - firm, aggressive, funny as hell - Kamui whistled appreciatively. Then he leaned in, eager and curious as he assessed first Ankh and then Eiji.

"Well? Still lusting after saw-toothed siren sex?"

Ankh doesn't have anything to say after that, either, considering. It's probably good that Kamui's there to bring it all back to the point, even if that's not how Ankh would have chosen to phrase the question. He looks at Eiji, waiting for the answer; did that work?

It is a good thing that Kamui phrases things the way he does--good for Eiji, anyway, since it snaps him out of it long enough to realize that this might be his chance to get free.

"Y-yeah," he answers. "Thanks. We should probably head home."

Despite the positive response, Kamui pouted, shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Really? Boooooring. I wanted to see you go after her again."

Between Eiji's awkward-enough-to-be-believable response and Kamui's goading, Ankh doesn't let needing to hold onto the idiot stop him this time.

"Oi." He takes a step toward Kamui, and his arm notably shifts, seemingly on its own, to being covered in armor. He'll be grabbing Kamui by the chin in a moment if nothing stops him first.

Ankh might be regretting that decision in a second. Because as soon as he feels Ankh let go, Eiji takes off.

Guess you got your wish, Kamui.

Kamui didn't stop Ankh's hand. Rather, he met it with his own, gripping the newly formed armor with terrifying force. Very suddenly, he was smiling again - a dark, wicked smirk that dared Ankh to keep going.

"You sure you wanna do this now? Your lovesick puppy's running away from the housing district."

It's only after Ankh's moved that he realises he has probably made two mistakes. First, that's not a response he's used to getting, but the feeling he gets of desires flaring means he should have expected it. Second, Eiji was lying.

"Tch." He backs away, wrenching his hand from the other's grip without saying another word, and then he's off to chase an idiot.

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