Noda (
halberdaxe) wrote in
destinystrings2013-03-29 02:25 pm
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[Closed] You don't call them wusses just because they sell cute dolls
Who: Kanji Tatsumi and Noda
Where: Central Park, Capricorn Ward
Summary: Idiots fight off who's not a wuss
Warnings:Stupids and some violence and shirtless guy(s)????
[Noda always liked having nature around him while he trained, maybe it was because no one else would willingly go out into the woods back in the afterlife. So ever since he found the Capricorn Ward, Noda's been visiting the park for his daily training during his free time.
So Noda's standing around in the grass, shirtless, whirling his halberd around as a means of exercise.
Who knew that a certain someone would be out in the park at the same time, though?]
Where: Central Park, Capricorn Ward
Summary: Idiots fight off who's not a wuss
Warnings:
[Noda always liked having nature around him while he trained, maybe it was because no one else would willingly go out into the woods back in the afterlife. So ever since he found the Capricorn Ward, Noda's been visiting the park for his daily training during his free time.
So Noda's standing around in the grass, shirtless, whirling his halberd around as a means of exercise.
Who knew that a certain someone would be out in the park at the same time, though?]

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...alright, alright! He had been on his way home, when he took an unexpected detour into Capricon after being chased out of the subway system due to those damn fangirls. This was getting ridiculous! Pausing to catch his breath, he didn't notice the guy close to him.]
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But he was in the afterlife for a while since then, so he was a lot better at noticing people. ...Maybe.
But he does notice Kanji and he remembers the little conversation they had a while ago.]
You! You're that plush-selling merchant!
[Out of habit, he points at Kanji with his halberd that he was holding his hand. Noda's not the best at making a conversation, okay.]
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When he turns around, a bunch of plushes still on hand, he comes face-toface with the tip of a halberd a little too close. Yet it's not even his own skin that he's thinking. Nope. First words out of him are...]
Hey dumbass, careful where you point that thing! I just spent morning stitching those up!
[Sorry, he does not remember you. Yet.]