Bankai Sama
T.S.R.C Chapter 3 - From Cannons to Clips
Dawn blankets the Crimson District of Tetanus street. This area is littered with a gumbo of beings. You have the aristocrats of the omniverse trickling down to the outcasts and bottom of the barrel crabs. The diversity litters the streets and alleyways like the stars in the sky. It’s pretty hard to tell the upper echelon from the less fortunate. Everyone around here makes sure to at least look the part or is one lick away from a table turning opportunity...
Not far from the epicenter of wins and losses we find our encumbered protagonist. She straddles a staircase cradling an old love with a new outlook. Her demeanor sullen and apologetic as she strokes the cold hard steel like a Cheshire cat. Raced thoughts and heart palpitations perform within her like a Taiko drum. Recollection of the night prior plagued Ling in the worst way. She had so many questions and oddly enough a heavy ounce of guilt bleeding from the gunsmith in her heart…
LingLing: “ You know you will always be number one right?”
She looked down at her fully automatic as it sported a fiery gleam like a jaded lover.
LingLing: “Oh come on...Dont look at me like that! It was only one time. One moment of weakness. I swear it won't ever happen again. They were twins tho, we’re talking a once in a lifetime opportunity here!”
Passersby look on in sympathy and confusion as the hybrid rambles on to inanimate objects with such intimate rhetoric. Oddly enough she doesn’t even notice. But a certain someone is beckoned by her thoughts alone...
Majin chimes in through the telepathic implant he installed inside Ling’s pineal gland: “The twins miss you LingLing..”
LingLing’s face turns up in disdain. She squints her eyes as her ears begin to ring. Blurry vision ensues shortly there after.
LingLing: “Shit….Yea I’m losing it. Im trying to justify an affair with cannons to an assault rifle. And now I hear fuck heads voice in my thoughts. Can my day get any worse?”
Majin: “Chin up buttercup. Now you will always have me by your side, especially when you think of me or anything linked to me for that matter.”
LingLing: “Majin please tell me this isn’t another one of your lil “projects” and I'm just hallucinating right now. Cuz I really feel like shit and that would explain this series of unfortunate events.”
Majin: “Sadly this convenient lil number has already been around for quite some time. So no contribution of mine… But enough about that. How are you feeling? Last night was rough and we’re gonna have to be really careful from here on out. You’re quite fragile, young padawan…
LingLing: “Majin...honestly I’m off. What the fuck was that? One minute I was prancing with canons and the next I woke up with a bangin ass headache. You even looked a lil frazzled! That actually had me scared. It looked like you were genuinely worried about something. Or am I reading too much into this shit?”
Majin Sighs and breaks down his stint at Carza Corp Labs. LingLing tries to keep up with the well of information but her senses pull her in and out of focus. Luckily she catches most of the important bits of his background. As Ling connects the dots of Majin’s past that bore his Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde nature he calls out to her repeatedly…
Majin: “Damit woman, do I need to come and get you? I can hear you breathing but this unresponsive shit you pulling right now is not like you at all and quite frankly stressful. If you pass out thats thousands of dollars for these fuckin vultures to pillage off that petite thick frame of yours!”
LingLing perks up at the sound of the word “thick”: “Maaajii? You think I’m thick???”
Majin: So of everything you just heard...you can only respond to me describing you as thick? GTFOH yo!”
LingLing starts whining incoherently. The only clear thing you can hear pass her lips is different versions of Majin’s name.
LingLing: “Maji? MAAAAAAAJ! Majito...Majironi...Majalla...MA-JIN! Help me T_T
Majin: “I sent your ass out for some fresh air and to hone your skills, not this hangover esque bullshit, fuck! Yo foul mouth and lack of patience is rubbing off on me now too, hell…”
Majin mutes Ling for a while as he scans for her location. Although he is seriously worried about the value of the cybernetics attached to Ling he kind of feels sorry for her too… or is that feeling he’s trying to pass off as sympathy something else entirely?
T.S.R.C Chapter 3 - From Cannons to Clips
Dawn blankets the Crimson District of Tetanus street. This area is littered with a gumbo of beings. You have the aristocrats of the omniverse trickling down to the outcasts and bottom of the barrel crabs. The diversity litters the streets and alleyways like the stars in the sky. It’s pretty hard to tell the upper echelon from the less fortunate. Everyone around here makes sure to at least look the part or is one lick away from a table turning opportunity...
Not far from the epicenter of wins and losses we find our encumbered protagonist. She straddles a staircase cradling an old love with a new outlook. Her demeanor sullen and apologetic as she strokes the cold hard steel like a Cheshire cat. Raced thoughts and heart palpitations perform within her like a Taiko drum. Recollection of the night prior plagued Ling in the worst way. She had so many questions and oddly enough a heavy ounce of guilt bleeding from the gunsmith in her heart…
LingLing: “ You know you will always be number one right?”
She looked down at her fully automatic as it sported a fiery gleam like a jaded lover.
LingLing: “Oh come on...Dont look at me like that! It was only one time. One moment of weakness. I swear it won't ever happen again. They were twins tho, we’re talking a once in a lifetime opportunity here!”
Passersby look on in sympathy and confusion as the hybrid rambles on to inanimate objects with such intimate rhetoric. Oddly enough she doesn’t even notice. But a certain someone is beckoned by her thoughts alone...
Majin chimes in through the telepathic implant he installed inside Ling’s pineal gland: “The twins miss you LingLing..”
LingLing’s face turns up in disdain. She squints her eyes as her ears begin to ring. Blurry vision ensues shortly there after.
LingLing: “Shit….Yea I’m losing it. Im trying to justify an affair with cannons to an assault rifle. And now I hear fuck heads voice in my thoughts. Can my day get any worse?”
Majin: “Chin up buttercup. Now you will always have me by your side, especially when you think of me or anything linked to me for that matter.”
LingLing: “Majin please tell me this isn’t another one of your lil “projects” and I'm just hallucinating right now. Cuz I really feel like shit and that would explain this series of unfortunate events.”
Majin: “Sadly this convenient lil number has already been around for quite some time. So no contribution of mine… But enough about that. How are you feeling? Last night was rough and we’re gonna have to be really careful from here on out. You’re quite fragile, young padawan…
LingLing: “Majin...honestly I’m off. What the fuck was that? One minute I was prancing with canons and the next I woke up with a bangin ass headache. You even looked a lil frazzled! That actually had me scared. It looked like you were genuinely worried about something. Or am I reading too much into this shit?”
Majin Sighs and breaks down his stint at Carza Corp Labs. LingLing tries to keep up with the well of information but her senses pull her in and out of focus. Luckily she catches most of the important bits of his background. As Ling connects the dots of Majin’s past that bore his Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde nature he calls out to her repeatedly…
Majin: “Damit woman, do I need to come and get you? I can hear you breathing but this unresponsive shit you pulling right now is not like you at all and quite frankly stressful. If you pass out thats thousands of dollars for these fuckin vultures to pillage off that petite thick frame of yours!”
LingLing perks up at the sound of the word “thick”: “Maaajii? You think I’m thick???”
Majin: So of everything you just heard...you can only respond to me describing you as thick? GTFOH yo!”
LingLing starts whining incoherently. The only clear thing you can hear pass her lips is different versions of Majin’s name.
LingLing: “Maji? MAAAAAAAJ! Majito...Majironi...Majalla...MA-JIN! Help me T_T
Majin: “I sent your ass out for some fresh air and to hone your skills, not this hangover esque bullshit, fuck! Yo foul mouth and lack of patience is rubbing off on me now too, hell…”
Majin mutes Ling for a while as he scans for her location. Although he is seriously worried about the value of the cybernetics attached to Ling he kind of feels sorry for her too… or is that feeling he’s trying to pass off as sympathy something else entirely?