ex_halfthetro706 | [RL: Devit; Jasdero; Shito]

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[RL: Devit; Jasdero; Shito]

Devit wasn't much of a planner (nor was he much of a thinker in general, really), so when he found himself standing outside what he hoped was Shito's door, he wondered what the hell he was doing there.

Jasdero wasn't too far away, of course. Not ones for subtlety, they opened a door in the middle of a hallway, and it stood for anyone to see in all of its conspicuous glory, with just-as-conspicuous Jasdero keeping watch over it. He waved when Devit glanced at him, and Devit stuck his tongue out in response before turning back to the door.

Maybe he and the zombie could trash talk the douchebags they hated on the community or something. That was as good a reason to come as any, right?

With the barrel of his gun, he knocked on the door.

((OOC: Backdated to... idk, two weeks ago. Jasdero NPCed with permission! /o/))

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Shito rolled his eyes. "You can't break any of my stuff," he said. "The only one who gets to break my stuff is me."

He wasn't sure he'd invited Jasdero to the movie, but he supposed the two of them were inseparable. There wasn't really much choice.

"Come on," he added, and headed down the hall. The theatre wasn't too far. Hopefully they wouldn't get arrested on the way.

For a moment Jasdero looked crestfallen. He opened his mouth to protest, but by the time he actually spoke, his face had split in another grin and his eyes were bright.

"A movie? What're we gonna see?" He let out a high-pitched giggle and grabbed Devit's hand, already moving to pull him down the hall. "Dero wants lots of explosions!"

Devit let himself be dragged without protest. "Whatever it is, it better be a good one," he warned, gesturing with his gun as he spoke. He glared at Shito pointedly. "No stupid girl stuff!"

Shito rolled his eyes, pulling the front doors of the dorm open and striding towards the street. "I don't want to watch a girl movie, either," he said. "I'm sure there'll be something with explosions."

It was the kind of movie he wanted to see tonight, too.

Despite his demands, Jasdero was actually less than picky about the content. As he finally got to see one of those mythical "movies" Devi had told him about, Dero would remain excited.

The unforeseen side effect of this flexibility was that he began their walk to the theater with a grocery list of things he'd like to see in the film, from dragons to guns to clowns. The list was punctuated with manic giggles, and unless someone interrupted him it was sure to last the entire trip.

Unfortunately, Devit wasn't much help, as Jasdero's excitement bled into his own. He spent the walk agreeing with his twin and even talking over him to add his own laundry list of things he'd like to see, which ran the gamut of somewhat plausible to pretty freaking ridiculous but no less awesome. ("Dinosaurs shooting lasers in space!" Who wouldn't want to see that?!)

He spoke animatedly, gesturing with his gun like it was an extension of his hand and not a weapon someone else on the street might see and flip out over.

Shito listened to this increasingly outrageous list of things with increasing annoyance. Who would want to see dinosaurs shooting lasers in space with chicken clowns, anyway? That sounded like the stupidest movie idea ever.

But worse than their silliness was the way they were waving the guns around like that. Finally as they drew close to the theatre, he rounded on them both.

"Would you put those damn things away!? You're going to get us arrested! You're not allowed to carry guns in Japan!" he snapped, his red eyes blazing with anger.

Jasdero froze in the midst of an extended monologue on the effectiveness of comedic timing in enhancing an action sequence ("--then when the space dinosaurs' ship blows up, the chicken clowns would all lay eggs, hee hee!") and glanced over at the zombie.

"We're not?" he asked, pitifully. His fingers tightened on his shiny revolver, the barrel of which he pressed gently to Devit's right temple.

Devit paused with his gun pressed to Jasdero's left temple and blinked at Shito like he'd forgotten the zombie was there. Then he frowned.

"Geez, sounds like somebody's got their panties in a twist," he sniffed. He hid the gun in his jacket, anyway, and then folded his arms with a hmph.

Shito glared at them both, wanting to make sure that they put the guns away. Devit had obeyed, but Jasdero was unstable and pretty stupid.

"I don't want to get arrested," he growled again. "This isn't your weird world where you can do whatever you want. They won't let us into the movie if they realize you have weapons on you."

He glared at them again in a significant manner, and then turned on his heel and stalked down the sidewalk towards the big theatre. "Hurry up!"

Still holding the gun to Devit's head, Jasdero stared after the zombie, blinking. After a pause, he turned to give Devi a significant look, his eyes bright and eager as if something unspoken was passing between them.

"Killjoy," Devit muttered, sticking his tongue at Shito's back. He glanced sidelong at Jasdero, catching the look in the other's eyes, and then broke out into a grin as he nodded.

Withdrawing the revolver from his jacket, he and Jasdero proceeded to point their guns in the zombie's direction. "Somebody needs to lighten up," he said. Together, they pulled the triggers, and a sudden, bright bolt of lightning crackled a few feet above Shito's head, only to disappear again just as suddenly.

Devit and Jasdero had immediately hid their guns.

Shito didn't yelp, but he did duck at the loud sound and flash of light. He whirled around, his lips curled in a furious snarl, but neither of the boys showed any sign of holding a weapon.

"If you don't stop that, you can forget about seeing a movie!" he snapped, jabbing a finger in their faces.

"Heeee. Stop what?" Jasdero sing-songed. The wide grin splitting his face and the way he bounced excitedly on his heels belied the innocence of his words.

"What?!" Devit spread his hands in a show of innocence. "You can't blame us for the weather!"

Still, his grin widened. Shito may at some point notice that he's holding quite a charge.

Shito tried his best to ignore the morons and walked up to the theatre doors. So long as they weren't waving their guns around, they could be idiots and snigger at him all they liked.

But as he grabbed the door handle to open it, he felt a spark leap between himself and the door as it grounded. There was a crackle and a burning smell and he was thrown back with a yelp of pain, right into Devit's chest.

The reaction prompted a high giggling from Jasdero that lasted up until the moment the zombie was propelled toward (and made rather forceful contact with) Devit's thin form. The moment the backfire registered, Jasdero's laugh turned into a shocked squeal.

"Deviii!"

"What the--?!" The unexpected hit knocked Devit off of his feet, and he landed on the cement with a thud and a loud curse.

Shito would have been more hurt, except that Devit broke his fall. He lay limply for a moment, stunned by the force of the electrical shock and by the surprise of it, then pushed himself up, twisted around as best he could, and socked Devit in the jaw.

The blow probably would have been a lot more powerful if he hadn't been lying on Devit at the time.

Jasdero fell silent as the pair hit the ground, and he watched breathlessly as Devit and the zombie lay on the cement, both apparently stunned.

When Shito threw his punch, Jasdero erupted again in indignant shrieking and animated flailing, bouncing from foot to foot and calling his other half's name.

Still a bit stunned, Devit didn't fully realize what was going on until he saw the zombie's fist coming towards his face; by then, it was too late to do anything about it.

"OW! Fuck!" Although it could have been a lot worse, it still hurt enough to make him see stars for a second. Rubbing his jaw with one hand, he used his other hand--as well as his legs--to try to shove Shito away, hoping Jasdero would get the message and help out. "Get the fuck off me, idiot! What the hell is your problem?!"

Shito responded to the order, even though he was trying to obey anyway. He scooted off of the other boy and wound up sprawled on the sidewalk, glaring at the other two.

"You did something! That wasn't a normal electric shock!" he snapped, sitting up and then climbing shakily to his feet.

The second Shito was off of him, Devit was on his feet, already reaching for his gun in case the zombie tried anything else.

"It was a joke, dumbass! You don't need to hit me!"

Shito folded his arms and glared at Devit, ignoring Jasdero's flailing. "Keep that thing hidden!" he snapped. "And it wasn't a very funny joke!"

"HEY, it's not our fault you absorbed so much!" Grudgingly, he left left the gun where it was and folded his arms, glaring.

Why the hell had he agreed to go somewhere with someone who had such a stick up his ass?!

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Tif says she'll jump in with Dero again after a few tags.

o7

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