Big Changes
Fujiwara Ward
Much like most everything within the Fujiwara Ward, the benches that placed throughout it are in quite horrific condition. Though a certain gaijin doesn't particularly care.
One Archibald Florence has got himself a "cozy" spot laying belly up on the half-steel half-rust structure vaguely meant to be something a human or two would possibly sit upon. The bottom half of his legs lay limp over the edge, the metal of the arm rest digging into the pit of his knees in a way that would be severely irritating if he could process pain properly. The rest of his body lays flat on the steel, his arms curled around so that his hands could serve as at least some sort of cushion for his head. It seems the sheer amount of orange flaking that was layered upon this thing serves as a coat of insulation, as the metal isn't nearly as hot as it should've been for baking in the sun all day while he was at Higan. Small Comforts. And Archie is taking every small comfort he can get at the moment
Fuckin' 'ell that made up me day-to-day came crashing down. Again. And this time, it was least partially my fuckin' fault. Because I'm the idiot who consciously decided to be the dumb muscle for babby's first extortion racket on a fuckin' high school because a certain commie mobster's daughter had a power trip, and then doubled down on it more times than I could count until it resulted in an outright war that nearly killed us all. Hindsight is a bitch and a half I tell ya'.
Seriously though, every time I time I close my damn eyes, they go back to that impromptu hospital in Alyona's basement. How a petty vendetta over some financial fuckery...No that' ain't right. Heh. Guess I really am becomin' a commie, apathetic to people's suffering until it finally comes to bite me in the ass....anyways...a possibly deserved fight that nearly resulted in two girls dying next to me.
The only people I call somethin' resemblin' friends over here nearly died that day.
I always thought I could handle the prospect of death rather well, after all it was just another rough fact of life. I could tough it out like all the rest. But was Archibald Florence actually ready for it? Oh no sir he fuckin' wasn't. Especially sucks massive cock when your juuust supernaturally attuned enough to actually feel the reaper's grip around your heart. Not just your heart, but theirs too. To sit there and feel it in your bones, your soul that someone you care about is having their life ripped away from them in front of you....I've had some cold and lonely British winters without proppa' clothes...and I'd take that every damn time over ever feelin' a thousandth of that again.
So here I am, makin' a hobby of starin' at dilapidated glorious Nippon buildings because quite frankly I can't find many fucks to give at the moment. Its like home again, except replace all the trees and open air with stained concrete squares and metal ad infinitum. Have to admit, it has it's own style I've come to appreciate over the what....two hours I think I've been sitting here? Hell I didn't even know there were this many shades of industrial grey and rusted orange before.
Oh yeah.
What was I doin' in the red cunt's shithole turf again?
Right,right, heard this place was filled to the brim with violent wankers. So in order to get me mind off of things and technically do a service to the community, I would do what I do best.
FIGHT
That spooked him. Archie practically bolted himself into a ramrod straight position off the chair and into a boxing stance. Frantically looking around for the supernatural source of the voice that rang in his head. It wasn't human, that's for sure. It sounded like a deep base boive overlayed with the snarling and snorting of a wild boar somehow garbled into understandable speech.
What. The. HELL. Was THAT.
YOU KNOW. SPIRIT. IDOLON. GRAND OGRE.
Archie sat back on the bench, still somewhat out of it but not fearing imminent conflict. It certainly sounded like what Archie imagined his Idolon would at least. Usually it just projects his voice but far louder. He guessed it was time for a mental conversation with...himself. Probably a better use of mental energy than cataloging how many different potential safety hazards he could find in his immediate surroundings at least.
You weren't talkative before, the hell changed?
ASLEEP. AFTER FIGHT, NOW AWAKE.
So you've been awake for fuckin' what, a couple weeks? Why talk now?
HERE? ENERGY HIGH. YOU? ALONE. NOT BUSY.
Wonderful timing to show up then, after that complete shitshow has mostly blown over. Guess this is what I fuckin' get for ruining so many people's school lives. Where did I go wrong?
YOU? NOTHING WRONG.
Really? heh. I guess you don't really have access to the memories of what I did before you woke up.
I DO.
Really now? Then why are ya' yammerin' about me doin' nothing wrong then?!
THEIR CONVICTIONS. CHANGED BY MONEY? WEAK. DESERVED CHAINS. GOT CHAINS. NOTHING WRONG.
Uh huh. So "NOTHING WRONG" that The Student Council tag-teamed with a fuckin' street gang to stomp our assess to kingdom come.
STRONG MAKE RULES. STRONG CHANGE RULES. STRONGEST KEEP RULES. NOTHING WRONG.
So we're just weaklings then. Nice going there ya' fat fuckin' bastard.
NOT ANYMORE. AWAKE. CHANGED US. LESS STRENGTH NOW, FAR MORE IN FUTURE.
Okay then, how'd you manage that one?"
NEED MORE STRENGTH. EATING ENEMIES GROWS STRENGTH. MORE MOUTHS, MORE EATING, MORE STRENGTH.
Woah woah woah WOAH. Ya' can't just say "MORE MOUTHS" and not fuckin' elaborate! The Flyin' FUCK does "MORE MOUTHS" mean?!
IT MEANS WHAT IT MEANS.
Great. So now every time I go to deal with a supernatural threat, I come in lookin like an eldritch horror.
NOT I. WE. OUR APPEARANCE? UNCHANGED
Oh so you added "MORE MOUTHS" without changing "OUR" appearance. Bloody fuckin' wonderful....Wait a fuckin' Minute, Aren't Incarnation Type Idolons supposed to NOT talk yo you?!
IN OUR WORLD, RULES? NONE. SAID BEFORE. STRENGTH MAKES RULES.
Okey fuckin' dokey then. So the gist is now I get to hear your lovely voice pretty much permanently, even in and especially in the Idea World? And now we got phantom "MOUTHS" while we're fighting to chomp up the baddies?
....YES.
Great. I'm sure this will no impact on my social life.
YOU DON'T HAVE ONE
*OI!...God Damnit I'm at the point where I'm gettin' insulted by a fat fuckin' literal pig in my own fuckin ead'.
NO INSULT. TRUTH.
Oh That makes it so much better doesn't it. You know what, I'm gonna go pick that fight now.
DO IT. I SHALL HELP. PROVE OUR STRENGTH.
Can you at least shut the fuck up until then?
[The Grand Ogre] surprisingly ended up honoring that deal.