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Who: Squalo and you!
When: Oct 8th (1000 years later...)
Where: housing district
What: Squalo v.2 has arrived and he is Not Pleased
Warnings: ??? language for now i guess

1.

While Squalo is some fraction of pleased to discover that he apparently already has a house to his name (the welcome message in blood, of course, does not really tickle him any more than simple ink on paper would have), it's an annoyingly trivial detail when compared to the fact that HE HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED.

It could, theoretically, be Byakuran or Vindice fuckery, but it doesn't really feel like it. (The fact that he's not floating in goo or dealing with buildings made entirely of marshmallow sort of reinforces his gut sense further).Which means it's something new, and frankly that's even worse because he has less than zero information about all this.

So naturally, the first thing he does is let his temper run wild, which means he will be angrily stomping over to whatever signs of life he manages to spot. He could be blocking your way on the street, or he could be marching over your lawn and doing his best to kick in your front door to demand answers. The only thing missing from this picture is a THIS IS A ROBBERY gimmick.

"VOOOOIIII!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!"

2.

Sometime later, when the most immediate questions have been answered (vaguely, as unfortunately nobody knows the whys and whos) and Squalo had decided not to murder whoever he runs into on sight for now (a testament to his restraint, considering that knowing he was trapped in some fucked up horror village with no way out was not going to make him any calmer about it), he can be found exploring the city.

He'll be starting with the most prominent looking buildlings like the Manor and the Cathedral, but if daylight lasts, he can be found in pretty much any part of the town, scowling and looking like he's in a hurry.

If that look doesn't scare you off, however, he might actually talk to you.

"Found anything interesting?"

3.

Or, alternatively: "So what's that about the White Crocodile?"

Why yes, the more potentially deadly the monster, the more interested in it he's going to be.

4.

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Much as he'd rather not be outside for long, Eiji had to make a run to grab some ointment for his cut-up lips.

He just wasn't expecting to run into Squalo.

"Eh? Huh? Wait, you're back?"

He'd met a Squalo before, but he'd disappeared along with several other people.

Edited (I totally forgot this was backdated. Oops.) 2017-10-15 03:48 (UTC)

It's not the direction Squalo expects this non-conversation to go to, so he gives Eiji a stare of disbelief first.

"The hell d'you mean, 'back'? I've just got here."

And true enough, this Squalo is almost the spitting image of the previous one. Almost. Same white hair, sharp features and the voice of a drunk banshee from hell. But this one's got his fringe cut, and his face is just a little bit less grown man and more angry delinquent still just a few years out of his teens.

Eiji continues to look completely confused. He does look a little different, but this still doesn't make much sense.

"But I...wait, so you don't remember clearing the hospital?"

Maybe it's some of that dark magic that creates people's clones but doesn't get every detail right. You never know. It's best to be careful.

"Should I? I've got no plans to get injured."

Big talk for someone with his track record, but a few kicks in the balls weren't going to cull his overconfidence.

Okay, that doesn't sound like the guy who screamed in his face that getting an accessible hospital should have been their first priority.

What did any of that mean, then?

"Wait, so..." He stopped, looking around, trying to figure out some kind of clue.

"Okay, what's the last thing you remember? It doesn't matter what it is--the last thing you remember."

Well, depending on what other information was accessible, it could be a decent start. As is, however, Squalo himself was a bit perplexed when he heard about it, and naturally assumed he had gone soft and mushy with old age.

He stares back at Eiji, humorlessly.

"Talkin' to a moron." How helpful.

"No, I mean..."

It does, admittedly, take a second for the insult to register, and he scowls.

"Before you got here. Anything that could be a hint. Because I met someone who looked like you and probably went by your name, but if you have no idea what I'm talking about..."

Then...he didn't know. He refused to believe it was proof that they all had come from this town, and hoped it meant the exact opposite.

Squalo considers for a moment. As it looks like this guy had met his other self, maybe he could learn something, so he eases up a tiny bit.

"Actually, I heard about 'im," he offers with a small scowl. "He's me, but also not. Alternate reality shit. You've ever encountered something like that?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

It's the only thing that would make sense, but...Eiji really doesn't understand much about that kind of thing.

"How can you not know?" Squalo's carefully mellowed irritation sparks up again. "Yes or no, it's that simple. Anyway. He's older, and he's from a world where the bad -- worse guys took over. We didn't let it happen in ours. That's the gist of it."

Noël, meanwhile, doesn't really seem to be in much of a hurry at all. He's toting a bucket, filling the basins inside the cathedral that are meant to hold holy water. The place is in good enough shape by now, after a solid week or two of attending to it, that it could probably be used to hold services again; even the torn and bloodied altar cloth has been replaced, and he's done what he can for the fixtures on the walls. The only lingering signs of violence, as he'd mentioned before, were the claw marks of some powerful creatures gouged deep into the floor and walls.

The voice is familiar, though thankfully not as angry as he'd last heard it; Noël turns to greet Squalo with a nod. "Nothing new, anyway. Where have you been?"

He's had some time to put a lid on his anger so it can fester away and break through in a psychotic rampage at a later time, but at the moment, that does make him a little more approachable. Ish.

Squalo seems more interested in the claw marks than Noel's noble duties, though he does give the nearest basin a glance. He's been in places like this enough that there's a sense of familiarity, even if it's not necessarily a sentimental one. It was a custom, he never found any other meaning to it and had probably been politely asked out for snoring during a sermon more than once.

"Around. You're quite religious, huh?"

"I don't believe in God, and I don't like churches." So in other words, a flat, dismissive no all around. Still, he's at least finishing this one last task while he talks.

He's not mentioning the tree. Squalo is unquestionably the sort of person who would give negative fucks or maybe even worse. "But I think there's something to this place, beyond people assuming God will protect them. It has the same barrier protecting it that the outer walls and a few other places do--that means it has to be important somehow. The doors can't be locked, but it's still safer than most places besides our own houses."

"Then what the fuck are you doing?" Squalo inquires kindly, actually focusing on Noel long enough to give him a raised-brow stare. "I really don't expect that barrier needs dusty water to function."

Kamui greeted the ruckus with a calm if somewhat amused smile. Blocking his way to the shops was a very loud young man who had deemed it appropriate to start bellowing nonsense words into his face. Now Kamui found this behavior more entertaining than anything else, but he was also hungry, and this fact reduced his patience significantly. Rather than demand the wild stranger calm his tits, Kamui reached out to grab his shirt so that he could drag the guy along with him.

It was the fun and efficient option.

"You mean with you or just in general?" Kamui asked without missing a beat. "'Cause if you're asking something like whether or not you're having a stroke, I can't help you there."

You mean drag him down to his level. How fucking rude, but the tiny ginger appears to have a surprising amount of force in his grip, and Squalo's forced to follow him for a few steps before he latches onto the other's shirt in return.

"HOW FUCKING OLD DO YOU THINK I AM?!! OF COURSE I'M NOT HAVING A STROKE!!!" This could be a valid concern, to be honest. "Where am I? Who the fuck are you?!"

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4 - Sometime after this idiot is unbrainwashed

no worries he can still be screamed at

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