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Haden & Shinzo
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Doburesu
played by Doburesu · Apr 7, 2024
"Hah! Not willin' to accept a loss with grace, eh?" He was on the verge of his next insult, but then he was asked for his name. Was that meant to be joke? "Ya want my name? Either yer dumb as bricks or lackin' common sense."

A part of him was more than willing to remain entirely hostile toward him, but he also wasn't stupid enough to not consider their situation. In fact, he was intolerably sober enough to consider all the possibilities currently on the table. All of this was a problem. With technicalities aside they weren't entirely enemies, and Daenu would certainly never leave him alone if he washed away his frustrations with unnecessary violence... on the other hand, he didn't care at all. With each passing second his skin grew colder. That very same cold did very little to lighten his mood and would only serve to make him more indifferent with each passing second. It was nothing more than a stark reminder of how he even managed to end up here at all. How it all began. It did, somehow, clear his mind long enough for him to make a decision.

"Name's Haden. And of course ya haven't seen me! I ain't nice enough to give every slobberin' neanderthal a peek."

Honestly this was all more trouble than it was worth. He found his fingers clinging to the material around his neck, imagining the thing freezing over and crumbling in his grasp. Of course nothing happened, but that only managed to upset him more. His nose scrunched as he looked around for anything at all he could used to bash in the skull of the first person who decided to approach where they were held, but of course they wouldn't leave anything like that here. Not to mention, he acted as if Daenu and Phita would ever manage to leave one another alone long enough to accomplish anything else besides bothering him with how touchy they were. And although he didn't want to admit it or say it aloud, while Phita might come and get the swordsman at some point, he'd be lucky if Daenu even realized he was gone. If she were paying attention she'd have already realized he'd used his abilities when he wasn't suppose to. He never paid much attention to his surroundings in a fight, so there was no telling how many people he had killed by accident during their small confrontation.

Haden could almost punch him in the face... if he could reliably reach it. For now it was best to focus on other things and yet all he could think about now was how pissed this entire situation had already made him. Clearly remembering Daenu doesn't truly care for anyone outside of herself and her consort, remembering just how much he hates the cold, but most importantly remembering what if feels like to be without a drink. How many decades had passed since he'd last been sober? Now he was thinking too clearly. Too vividly. Perhaps he'd pass the time by trying to steal things from this much taller, much stronger... sorta muscular...... a terrible idea. That only reminded him of how unreasonably frail he is and always has been! The plan was to ignore his forced roommate, but that was becoming increasingly more difficult. He had already successfully ignored his previous statement, as well as being called childish for the sake of not going on the offensive, but now he was holding his hand out to him?

"Are ya serious? Do I look like I wanna touch yer grubby little fingers?" he snarled with a disgusted expression. "And don't look at me like that! Talkin' about duels and what not. When this is all over yer gonna be glad if I don't just shoot ya in the back." He wasn't serious, at least for  now, but the possibility was always on the table.

The suggestion of a duel was out of the question. Not to mention his lack of care for honor or fighting fair. In fact, aside from Shinzo, the only thing on his mind was taking advantage of the first opportunity he could get his hands on to get free. The lack of his element didn't bother him all that much, and in truth he was more disturbed by how cold it was. Perhaps he had taken for granted just how much nullification to the temperature his element had given him, but he also never truly was immune to it. The cold was always there and in retrospect it overpowered everything else when originating from himself, but now there was a subtle warmth... and the cold was coming from the outside. He was feeling it in full, but also not feeling it, enough to give him a headache thinking about it. Still, at least he could rely on one proper truth resting in his ability to fire a gun. If he could get his hands on a single firearm it wouldn't be that big of a deal to just walk out of this place at the cost of several bodies. Daenu could be as upset as she wanted to be about the mess, he'd get out of this place however he desired.

"I don't care for a feckin' duel, but I'll agree to a truce. I won't try t'kill ya while we're here and at least an hour after. That's as much a yer gettin' out of me." As much as he was opposed to it, he did relent and grab the dark-haired swordsman's hand as a sign of comradery. Then he was immediately surprised by the warmth. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since he'd interacted in this manner with anyone, but handshakes were already a weird concept. However, the sensation of his cold hand steadily becoming warmer made him doubletake. It was such a clear sensation, as if it spread through his veins and swarmed up his arm. Like his nerves were on fire. Not an ability, just the forgotten warmth of another person in general. A human sensation he had long forgotten. That was why he had to let go.

"Well... I don't know what yer plannin' but I don't much care unless it involves me gettin' a gun. These shits can die for all I care, and them havin' access to whatever these things are keepin' our elements in check is more than enough reason for it. I need me gun and I want at least five kills... or seven! Yeah, seven sounds like a good feckin' number." He then looked at the fire claimant again with an inquisitive glare. Yellow eyes like beads scanning his ever feature. "Yer strong, aye? Just put that ape strength t'use and break somethin'! I'm sick of standin' around in here."
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