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R+R 2; Rusty and Albus meet
Topic Started: Jun 25 2012, 04:01 PM (645 Views)
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Flopping down onto the bed again, Rusty moved his hand up to clutch at the guitar pick key ring around his neck. It felt warm and pulsing slightly, as it should, since it basically contained his soul. The slight glow was kind of cool too, to be honest. Made him feel better that apparently his soul was coloured white instead of some fucked up colour like mucous green or something like that. Letting go of the pick, he frowned slightly as it began clinking against the seithr resistor in his chest.

Yeah, because that's not going to be annoying or anything.

Hey, self deprecating and talking to myself in my head. I must be feeling better.

Better nothing. You've got Tony Stark's chest, the Matrix's head port, various reactors implanted inside you and technically, your soul is inside that keyring you have hanging around your neck.

Well...better than being dead, I suppose. And hey, we still have a decent shot at getting laid. Unlike Jagd.

....you really think a missing arm is going to stop him tapping a metric ton of ass? Women dig the scarred look.

...wonder if those twins are free?


So occupied in his thoughts was he, that he didn't notice someone other than Epsilon, Jagd, Nu or even an unknown member of MONOC come in through the door.
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"Outta the way people, outta the way!"

A group of pedestrians was nearly bowled over by a lone man running like a bat out of hell. Some of the people in the group yelled at the man for almost hitting them, but he paid them no mind.

The man appeared to be in his early twenties, with a slender build. Light-gray hair went down to the bottom of his ears, and his green eyes looked excited. He wore a smooth and warm dark brown shirt and dark grey slacks. A grey scarf was wrapped around his neck. One end would normally reach past the right side of his waist, but in his mad dash it instead fluttered behind him.

He also wore black gloves and boots with a peculiar feature. Vertically on the back of his hand and on both the left and right sides of his boots were what appeared to be diamond-shaped glass shards. The ones on his wrists stretched from his wrist to the edge of his middle-finger, while the ones on his boots went the whole length of his boot minus his foot.

He was an odd sight to see, to say the very least.

'Dammit, this sucks! Why did the nearest hotel that I could afford without emptying my wallet have to be across the whole freaking city!? I can't feel my legs!'

He yelped when a mother and her son suddenly walked out the door of a business that he was running too close to. He swerved to the side, narrowly avoiding the pair, who nearly fell down.

"Sorry, on a schedule!" He threw behind his shoulder as he continued to sprint like his life depended on it. He vaguely heard the mother scream at him for "being a fucking idiot". 'Stront, what's wrong with that woman?' He thought with the grit of his teeth. 'That kid can't be older than five!'

To avoid a group of teenagers up ahead, the man moved himself against another business. As he flew past it, however, something caught his eye. He quickly slowed to a stop after passing the display window, as if he had hit the brakes on a car. He slowly jogged in reverse back to the window.

"Is that a..." The man's eyes widened and a bit of drool appeared on his mouth. "A...Dobos Torte?"

A beautiful Dobos Torte, a five-layered Hungarian sponge cake with chocolate buttercream and topped with thin caramel slices, was on display. The man brought his face to the window to inspect it closer. It even lacked any ground nuts. Pure, untainted sweetness was laid out right in front of him. And to his amazement, he could afford it to!

The man looked around. His body was still jogging in place, desperately wanting to continue towards his original goal.

'Well, maybe a can spare a few min-'

'Holen Sie sich Ihren Arsch in Gang, du Trottel!'

The man jumped sky-high and swiftly abandoned the Dobos Torte, dashing even faster through the city than before.

German: The one language you can use to threaten yourself.

"Hey, move people! Sor- OH CRAP! No don't sick those dogs on me! I just need to get somewhere okay!? Oi! Coming through!"

"Ooh ooh ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Why the hell is there a monkey in the middle of the road!?!?"




The doors to the Sector Seven compound burst open as the man's wave of destruction reached it. He sped through the first room like a bullet, yelling "I have permission to be here!" as he went. A woman at a desk blinked once.

"That...was the guy that Kokonoe told us was coming?"

'Come on now, what room is it, what room- Aha!'

He threw the door open so hard it nearly flew of it's hinges. He finally slowed down, jogging to the nearest table and grabbing it. He brought his head down and was panting, out of breath.

"Holy...shit..." He managed to mutter between pants. "You have...no idea...the shit...I went through...to get here...S'cuse me for a sec..."

He promptly let go of the table and fell backwards, hitting the ground with a thud. He was so still after falling that it looked as though he had simply passed out.




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Nearly jumping out of the bed at the BANG provided by the introduction of the strange new arrival, Rusty's head whirled to see so random man barge in to his room. Instantly thinking it was an N.O.L attack, his arm flew up to cover his body as best he could, but it faltered when he saw the guy was clearly out of breath, out of energy and might even be out of luck too.

Then he had the audacity to pass out.

Rusty just stared at the man on his hospital room floor before raising his hand. Said hand then whacked into his own face with an audible SLAP.

If this guy is an N.O.L assassin, maybe I did them a favour by blowing up the Cauldron. Hell, I might have done the entire gene pool a favour.

Reaching over, he gently took hold of a nearby IV stand and rolled it around until he could prod the fallen man with it.

"Oi... You alive in there, mate?" the mechanic asked, before noting the rise and fall in his chest. "Oh, good. You're not dead. That would have been tough to explain. Speaking of tough to explain..."

Rusty tilted the IV so it could be more easily pushed with more force and aimed it at the fallen man's head.

"Start talking about why you're here and I don't yell for my little sister to come in here and carve you up like the good little God Killer she is."
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The man blearily opened one eye when he felt the IV poke him. He grinned slightly when it was pointed at him like a weapon.

"Don't worry, I'm not with the Library. I ran away from that fate a hell of a long time ago."

The man pushed himself up into a sitting position. He crossed his legs and crossed his arms at the back of his neck, stretching his body and sighing in content when finished. He looked up at Rusty with emerald eyes, his messy bangs dropping just a bit past his eyebrows. He shot a toothy grin at him.

"Bien, anyways, sorry for bursting into the room like that." He brought his legs out and stood up. He had his arms outstretched on either side of him, palms facing the ceiling. The stance made it obvious that he was cocky.

"Names Albus. Albus Scaslivy. And as for why I'm here, Rusty boy..." His arms spread wider out, as though showing of a giant airship instead of himself. "As of today, I'm your ally in the war, buddy!"




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Crickets could have chirped.

"I'm a rocker and that was cheesy even for me." Rusty drawled. His arched eyebrow indicated that he wasn't entirely impressed just yet. Wheeling the IV back towards himself now that he wasn't going to use it for an impromptu weapon, he rubbed his face slightly, still feeling the effects of the invasive brain surgery he'd had a few moments ago. Holy hell, did he feel tired. Still, as abused as it was, that brain was still fairly quick and Rusty cottoned onto several red flags then and there.

"Right then, Albus...can I call you Al? Albus makes me think you should have a beard down to your kneecaps and quoting Latin magic spells or something."

He shook his head.

"Never mind, getting sidetracked."

Rusty sat up, still bare chested with his guitar pick necklace glowing a dull white.

"Right, first off. How did you know my name was Rusty? Second of all, what do you mean "no longer with the Library?" Third and perhaps most important, what war? What allies? What the hell are you even talking about?!"
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"Teh." Albus muttered, head hung and arms drooping at his sides. "It's not cheesy, just...alright, it's cheesy..."

The name "Al" made Albus glare. "No, preferably not. I love my name." At the last bit, the glare increased. "And if you're thinking of who I think you are when you say that, I will hate you forever."

Albus straightened up, walked to Rust's bed, then leaned up against the nearby wall.

"Well, for question number odin, I've been following your case since...probably a little after the Doppelganger showed up at your place. I wanted to find out who you are, but I could only find out your history from when you appeared in Wadatsumi. So I had my sis, who's in the Intelligence department- she's with me, don't worry- try to find some more info. And eventually, she found a family named Hetfield, and that there son Rusty was kicked out of the Academy after a poor first year, so...yeah."

Albus took a sidelong glance at Rust. "And no, I'm not going to say shit about you and the Academy. I'm not that much of a dick. I don't know how it's affected you, but I'm going to guess it sucked. Bad."

He shrugged. "Question number dva. You misheard or misinterpreted me. I did not say 'no longer with the Library', I said 'I ran away from that fate'." Albus sighed and hung his head slightly. "I...not right now, Tama? That'd be going into my life story, and that can be done later. I was never in the Library to begin with."

"Thank god."

Albus straightened up. "Anywho, question tri. And that, well..."

Albus grabbed a remote from Rust's bedside and pressed a button. A large TV on the wall in front of Rust turned on a news show.

"...The NOL has identified two suspects in the assault and destruction of the Wadatsumi branch."

A picture appeared on the screen. It was Rust's mugshot from when he was arrested just weeks earlier.

"This is Rust Hetfield, who the NOL suspects is the mastermind behind the attack. It is believe it was a response to the arrest of escaped Murakumo unit Nu-13, who Rust had taken in and had hid from the NOL for months after her escape. He was already wanted for hiding Nu-13 and the assaults of dozens of NOL officers. He was arrested in Kazamotsu by Captain Orpheus Xenos of Zero Squadron, but later escaped with the aid of mercenary Desmond Lang.

The growing rebel movements have announced that they see Rust as a symbol of the common man against the Librarium. He is now looked up by rebels worldwide as a figure of war against NOL along with other rebels such as Ragna the Bloodedge and traitors such as Tsubaki Yayoi.

Many civilians have responded to the story of Rust Hetfield with outrage, and many families once friendly or neutral to the NOL have called out and announced hostility towards it. Because of his crimes and the insurgency inspired by him, Rust Hetfield is now wanted as a S-class criminal. If you have any information regarding him, please call."

As the news report moved on to talk about Jagd, Albus looked over at Rust, gauging his reaction.




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Rusty raised his hands as Albus glared at him.

"Alright, alright. I've been there with the preferred name thing myself. Just a question was all. And yeah, I totally was. I know it's a two hundred year old reference, but hell you can still buys those books today so don't tell me it ain't common knowledge."

He cursed as he heard how easy it was for his sister to find them. That's all it took?! Then why the hell had they waited so long?! Was Ragna really that big a deal to them? So much that he could basically be ignored? Still, it was good they still had someone on the inside. Tsubaki turning rogue had been one hell of a blow and their information had been severely compromised since.

Which makes it all the more impressive I pulled yesterday's shit off... he thought to himself.

Then the news report came on...

As it finished, Rusty stared forward at the TV, not appearing to listen to anything. The lights were on but nobody was home. After a great deal of time, he finally spoke.

"Mastermind... Nu... Orpheus... Des... Symbol of common man... outrage... S class..."

He still stared forward, unhealthily pale. The heart monitor, still attached to him, went crazy.

B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-BEEP

Bowing his head so his eyes were hidden by his hair, Rusty bit his lip for a moment.

"....ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-"

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Albus sighed and flicked off the TV. He grabbed a nearby chair and brought it to Rust's bed before sitting down on it.

"Hey." He said, for once serious. "Calm down. I know you've got every reason and the world to not be calm, but take some deep breaths. I'm right here. I'm here because I know something like this would probably make you act like this.

You're a symbol for a reason: You never asked for this. You're a regular guy caught in the blaze of rebellion."
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Rusty could have done anything right then. Right now, punching Albus in the face sounded awesome and he probably would have done if his heart was into it. But truth be told, he couldn't do it. So much new information, TERRIFYING information had come pouring into him at once. He felt the urge to let loose another F-Bomb but there was no point in that now.

"That's the point though! I never went through with it to incite something in the public eye!" he cried, moaning as he buried his face in his hands. "I just wanted Nu back, not to start a rebellion or something! That's Ragna's job!"

Groaning in frustration, he headbutted the pillow with the back of his head, wincing a little due to the effort.

"And now my name's plastered over every news station in the world. Man, this is fucking great, isn't it? Might as well shave a target into the back of my bloody head. Make things a bit easier for them!"
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"Hey, Kokonoe already told me that your 'target' was used to destroy that thing that you and Jagd fought, whatever the hell that thing was like." He said with a shrug.

His face turned deadly serious. "Look Rusty, I want you to listen and then you can say or do whatever you want, but here's the thing. If there's something I quickly learned in life, it's this:

The World does not give a fuck about you, or anyone else. It just spins and spins like a dumbass, and that is all it is ever going to do.

Because the World is such a neglectful bastard, you're stuck with an ultimatum: Fight the Library, or get fucked over by it. And think about it this way: Do you think you're gonna get any mercy if you surrender? Hell no.

So with that in mind, are you just gonna let them fuck you up now, or are you going to fight and them that goddammit, you're Rust Hetfield, and no matter what happens, they are never, ever going to change that."

Albus leaned back in his chair, relaxing slightly but still serious.

"You never wanted this. Nobody wants this, really. If we could get what we wanted and be happy, the World would be the best.

But, well, like I said, the World doesn't give a fuck. Do you really want to give it a fuck back?"
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