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[closed] I don't want to hate or live with my regrets, I have to show I'm strong and I'll survive

Who: golden wolf

wolfpuppy & demon wolf

freeinghorror
When: OOC: 11/23, IC: 4/11
Where: Shopping District, probably going to be moving all over the District once things start proper
What: FIGHT LOG FIGHT LOG - though it was just supposed to be a shopping trip, why did this have to be his life
Rating/Warning: warning for badass fights and probably some cussing out on Ryuuga's end

[So far, so good - this place wasn't terrible, all things considered, but with the lingering paranoia from CERES hanging in the air, there were some uncomfortable reminders of Vol City hanging over Ryuuga's head over the last few days since his arrival. Granted, it seemed as if it weren't just a small group - the amount of people uncomfortable with what's been going on has been surprisingly large, actually - but he's not sure if that makes him feel better or worse for it.

At the moment, though, he's more concerned with figuring out his way around here - if he was supposed to be a courier of some sort, he probably should at least try to get familiar with the layout of the colony to make things easier.

And maybe scout good places for food. Y'know, for breaks.

Plus it'd be good practice for him to figure out good routes in case things went south. Just because Zaruba couldn't sense anything at the moment didn't mean that something couldn't come up in the future, and unpreparedness had bitten him in the ass more times than he'd like to admit.]

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[Food was a problem. Technology Jinga could live with - he was slightly more adapt with it then the average Makai person thanks to living inside Line City surrounded by humans on their tech all the time. He could even navigate the whole strange idea for jobs this place decided to give him - even if he had to frequently mute his phone at his one place of employment. He could even handle that one of Amily's familiars was now with him and is acting more and more like a strange sparkly pet instead of a simple piece of Makai magic.

But food was going to be a problem.

He could create a few Gates, encourage a few people to become Horrors. That was not the issue. For him, it was that the people were far too diverse, some of which holding powers that were not usual even among the Makai histories. He didn't know what they could do, and until he did have a better idea, he needed to not cause anything a reason to hunt him down.

Careful inquiries brought him to these shops clustered off the normal paths. A few more questions turned his steps to one in which he discovered that 'Horror' was considered one of many different types of demons, and that they had selections for not only just a regular Horror but one of his ilk. Some haggling later, he had purchased some food and had it sent to his place via whatever means they rambled about.

He then left and headed outside in search of a suitable wine, the butterfly flying on ahead and weaving in and out of the people around them. Jinga clicked his tongue against his teeth, but didn't yell at it; it wouldn't do him any good since it would only start up again.

After a short time, there was a shiny, slightly glowly blue butterfly that found Ryuuga, circled him a few times and then zipped right back to Jinga.]

[The butterfly doesn't register in Ryuuga's vision right away, it takes a few moments for it to flit past his face before he realizes what it is and who it's connected with, and his heart feels like it's sunk into the pit of his stomach.

Even if it really wasn't them, he couldn't take any chances. It couldn't just be a coincidence, the thing looked too familiar to him -

He stops a few feet short after following the butterfly, eyes widening in shock before he immediately tenses up.

Of.

Fucking.

Course.]

[The butterfly was acting rather jittery considering at how it was before. Jinga reached up to let it land on his hand, and then scanned the crowd to see why. Of course it was him. Out of all the people he and Amily had met over the years, Ryuuga left a mark. The butterfly would remember even if it wasn't personally involved. After all, it was a part of both of them.]

So, you are here as well. [He puffed on the butterfly and it flew up only to settle on his head like some odd little hat.]

Dougai Ryuuga, or should I call you Golden Knight GARO?

[Ryuuga's at least recovered a bit by this point that he's not staring wide eyed and slack-jawed at the sight in front of him. Of all the people to get dragged into this mess with him-

And there's that ball of anger swirling in the pit of his stomach again. He couldn't forgive Jinga for what he had done, even knowing what his and Amily's past was. Too many lives had been lost and ruined because of those two.]

You-!

[He swallows, trying to keep his hands from shaking, opting to ball them into fists instead. He had to stay in control of his emotions, though that was always a major challenge when dealing with Jinga.]

Me. [He arched an eyebrow even as he adjusted the cuffs of his jacket, giving Ryuuga a look that he might know far too well - a tiny bit of annoyance, a lot of smugness, and a dash of sass. Really. While there were a few things that he was uncertain of in this place, the one thing Jinga had been certain of was the way Ryuuga responded towards him.

Although he did expect a little less anger considering how their last battle ended.]

You know, [he flicked his fingers at Ryuuga, the tiny butterfly hopping off his head and circling around the two of them before settling on a nearby sign.] I do have a name. Perhaps you should try using it sometimes.

[In this case, it's hard to temper (ha) that sort of anger if he hasn't been able to get to the point of taking him out, so nope, Jinga's getting the full brunt of Ryuuga's temper right now.]

I'll think about it.

[Though the tone is more along the lines of "not a chance".]

What are you doing here. [Granted he knows what the answer's going to be, he still can't help but ask it. He's practically acting on autopilot at this point.]

Tch, honestly.

[Jinga shoved his hands in his pockets, his smile growing at the oh-so strong mix of anger and hatred rolling off of Ryuuga. This was certainly something familiar and welcoming compared to a bunch of strange feeds on that device and some kind of Power Point presentation. Why, if he didn't know any better, he would say that Ryuuga had yet to even step inside of Ladan or even managed to create a suit out of the energy of human souls.

He stepped closer to the Knight, making his movements slow and teasingly normal, knowing that even that would make Ryuuga get angrier faster.]

Did you skip the presentation? Or were you too busy sleeping to pay it much mind?

[He knows he shouldn't let Jinga's needling get to him, but it's something about the combination of his posture, tone, and expression that just gets under his skin so easily. Tousei was the same way when he showed his true colors back then, too.

And, well. That whole situation didn't end well, and we're going to leave it at that.

Ryuuga's expression slowly shifts to that of a growl as Jinga steps closer, body tensed and ready to spring forward - even if he didn't have his swords right this second.]

I saw it - but considering what I've seen so far, I'm not sure if I should believe it.

Oh? Have you been to a city with this amount of tech since I last saw you?

[He takes a hand out of his pocket just to wave at their surroundings, the mix of normal for Line City and the stranger things that were around them. Other than that gesture, he doesn't make himself to be threatening, not really. Sure, he was close enough to lean into Ryuuga's space, and he had a hand free, but he certainly wouldn't look threatening to someone that didn't know him.

Though Ryuuga would probably see it differently. Then again, he knew just how fast Jinga could go from teasing to fighting.]

Although I think you had come from a city like this, haven't you? Vol City, was it? Tell me, did you really killed your mother?

I wasn't talking about the tech-

[He's cut off when Jinga starts talking about Vol City and a particularly sore subject related to it. He really hadn't talked much about what had happened to anyone else save who was actually involved with it, Ryume had briefly touched on it when they first arrived at Line City originally but she knew that it was an incredibly painful subject for him to dwell on, even without looking into his mind and memories.

His eyes narrow immediately and he's not even hesitating now -

Ryuuga launches himself at Jinga with the intent of knocking him down with a hard punch - he's seeing red, he's not letting this stand, and he sure as hell isn't going to open up about any of it to this guy.]

[He knew that Ryuuga wasn't talking about the technology. The whole setup was fishy, especially since the other people he had talked to had been here longer and had very unkind words concerning their hosts. But if Ryuuga expected Jinga to not poke at him, to not rip open those scars, well then Ryuuga was being a tiny bit delusional.

He also was acting out blindly again, and Jinga had expected better.

Bending back from the punch, he reached up with his hand to catch his wrist, tsking slightly.]

You can do better than this.

[Forgive him (or don't), he's not on his A-game right now. Especially doesn't help with the whole "being from another point in the timeline" bit, either. He knew Jinga would try and get under his skin and he knew it would be best to try and ignore it, but at this point Jinga had done something he hadn't done before - go straight for the metaphorical throat when it came to pushing Ryuuga's buttons.

And that seems to be why he's so incensed, never mind the fact that Ladan can't be a thing around here and at least his presence would help to diminish potential Gates and major Horror threats. Right now, he just wants to pummel this cocky, silver-haired bastard into the ground.

A snarl forms on Ryuuga's lips as his wrist is caught, and he immediately reacts with an attempted side kick to get Jinga to let go - if he had a moment, he could get to his sword and he could finish this.]

[He didn't have the patience to poke at the smaller scars, not really. Besides to him, they had already gone around those issues - the anger, his Priest girlfriend, the world. The only thing really left was the mother. That might actually change if he knew about the time differences, but for now, this is what he had.

Jinga laughed at the snarl, letting go and pushing Ryuuga back. He let the kick land but that only gave him some room to brush off the side of his jacket and crack his knuckles, bones shifting and settling in place as they always did. He ignored the crowd of people around them, grinned and motioned for Ryuuga to come at him again.]

[While it's still a pain int he ass either way, it probably would be for the best for Jinga to not know that Ryuuga's from earlier on.

Not that either of them have any idea about that or any control on how that might end up slipping out eventually.

Ryuuga straightens himself out, taking a few breaths to try and cal the rush of emotion currently going through his body, though that was proving harder than expected. It does, however, give him a moment to realize that shit, they were still int he middle of the street, and while people had given them a wide berth (and a lot of them had already bolted), he couldn't let innocent bystanders get involved. He eventually settles on a nearby rooftop, and with one last glare at Jinga, he bolts for the nearby alley, making his way to try and do some fancy footwork to get onto the roofs and away from potential casualties.]

[Ah yes, he was a Knight, wasn't he? Which meant that any fight had to be taken away from the people around them and fast. After all, if any of these poor people got caught - either by Horror blood or just by stepping in the way - there would be a mess.

Jinga really didn't care about there being a mess in either casualties or blood splatters. He did care that Ryuuga was trying to give them some distance away from the people around them and with a much put upon sigh, he followed after the Knight at a more leisurely pace. It was inevitable that they would fight. They always fought. Ryuuga was just being stubborn about it.

Rolling his eyes as Ryuuga scrambled for the rooftop, Jinga pulled his hands out of his pockets and made a running jump to the top of one vendor eatery and from their hooked a lamppost to swing up onto the top of the roof. And then he just casually waited for the Knight to join him.]

What's the rush? We are stuck here for quite some time.

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[It takes Ryuuga a few moments to catch up, but once he's on the rooftop, he rolls a shoulder and gets back into a combat position.

They would fight, he knew that it was inevitable. And with everything else that was apparently going on, the people here didn't need to add Horrors on top of that.]

I'm not letting anyone else get dragged into this.

[He reaches around and grabs the Garoken, drawing the blade before launching himself at Jinga once again, this time moving to strike with a horizontal slash to his torso.]

My, my, you would think that we're all living and breathing people with the way you said that.

[Yes, he had to get the tease in, had to make the jab even as Ryuuga drew his sword and charged him. And like several of their other encounters before, Jinga did not bother with pulling out his sword just yet. Instead he just kicked at the sword to knock it aside.]

Or have I heard wrong in that some are not even human here?

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Shut up!

[He couldn't let himself fall for Jinga's attempts to distract him again. Even though the blade is knocked aside, Ryuuga is undeterred, taking a moment to right himself before rushing forward again, trying to close the gap with a series of slashes again.]

I'm not letting you hurt anyone!

Make me!

[This was far better then their last fight. True, he didn't have much energy left, Ladan taking as much as it did plus the fight in the air, but this was far more what he expected when facing off against Ryuuga. He acted so much like the man that hadn't accepted everything about him, and Jinga laughed at the sheer thrill of it.

Ducking and spinning out of the way of the slashes, he slid to the edge of the roof, and casually pulled his sword sheath and all off his belt and gave it a couple swings. It felt like it always does, and he took a few seconds to wonder over what he had learned already about this world, then smiled.]

Do you really that you can?

[Ryuuga keeps pressing the offensive, the fight and subsequent feelings from it causing effectively tunnel vision - thankfully he had thought to take the fight to the roofs before it had fully set in.

He breaks from his barrage of sword attacks for a moment to swing with a roundhouse kick, then follow up with a downward slice, gritting his teeth.]

I'll make sure of it - it's my duty as a Makai Knight!

[Jinga blocks the kick with his own and flicks out his sword, catching Ryuuga's sword and pushing back. This close to the edge was nothing; he could get pushed off but both Horror and Knight were far suited for surviving such falls then the average human. Fingers tightening, he pushes slightly back even as he leans in closer.]

Is all you ever think about is your duty?

[Ryuuga's eyes widen as Jinga is able to meet blow-for-blow, though not out of surprise, more frustration than anything. It's especially apparent when his opponent starts leaning in, causing him to curl his lips back in a snarl. Questions about his dedication to his job weren't anything new, they knew that. Enemy and ally alike would ask about it no matter what.

It's more infuriating because of who the question is coming from, in this case.

He's silent for the time being, forcing himself to focus only on the fight at hand - and though they're near the ledge, it doesn't seem to be hampering either of them. A few moments of silence and sword clashing occur, and then:]

Even if that were the case, why should I tell you one way or another?

[Granted, if he were perfectly honest - no, he doesn't only think of his duty. Circumstances just have forced him into that position.]

Let us just say that I find it so curious.

[They have played this dance more times that he cared to count. The exchanging blows the taunts on his end and the snarls on Ryuuga's end. The posturing and the prodding and then something happens that draws them apart. A new threat or a cunning ploy or something.

This time there was nothing. Jinga exhaled and set his second hand on his sword, channeling some of his strength and pushing it out. The last time, it tossed Ryuuga back, making it easier for Jinga to come at him with his sword bared.

This time? Well, that all depended on if Ryuuga actually learnt from the last time Jinga pulled this stunt.]

[This time their fight was uninterrupted, but that's what was throwing Ryuuga off so much in the first place. Usually by this point, something had come up or someone had come in to join the fight.

Still, maybe at this point they could finally finish what they started. He sucks in a breath, ready to keep push forward -

And is forced to brace himself to keep from getting knocked across the roof, gritting his teeth and straining from the effort. He wavers momentarily, but he turns the stumble into a shift forward, charging shoulder-first to slam into Jinga's chest to knock him back, to try and reverse the momentum.]

[Well, well, the puppy has a few teeth in him still. Jinga would be laughing a lot louder and harder if he actually had enough air for it. As it was, the push on top of getting Ryuuga's shoulder into his chest had him slip against the edge of the building. His heels were on air and only balancing on his toes was letting him keep standing there.

But what did he have to fear from falling? Jinga grinned and just let himself fall, back flipping so that he landed feet first against the ground. Pavement cracked and he stood up straight, rolling his shoulders and neck to make the bones settling back in place. Looking up, he waved at Ryuuga.]

Come and get me.

[Ryuuga reacts immediately, shifting forward to jump down to follow - though he doesn't end up crashing down on top of Jinga - no, instead he ends up landing next to him, never taking his eyes off his opponent as he starts to stand, and charges in once again.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.]

[What was with all this charging? Jinga rolled his eyes and used a spinning kick in an attempt to knock Ryuuga off-balance. All the while he was backing up, not only to see just what Ryuuga would do if he had enough room, but also to get some better footing.]

So much anger... how tasty.

Don't you even start!

[Too late on that one - Jinga's needling certainly held some sort of weird place in Ryuuga's mind at this point, even knowing what he turned him into this kind of monster. Or maybe it was because he knew what had turned him and Amily into Horrors that he couldn't forgive it.

Regardless -

He reacts on total instinct at this point, meeting the kick with his own, though with the way he had positioned himself, it was a bit awkward with the placement.

Whatever.

He'd deal with it. No more playing around.]

But I have.

[He rolled his eyes, following up with a few more kicks aimed more to keep Ryuuga off-balance to do him any actual harm. He wasn't trying too much in this battle, only teasing him just as much with blows as he had been with words, but if Ryuuga staggered again, he was going to dart in and grab him by the collar of his shirt and attempt to toss him back.]

Show me that anger, GARO.

[Well, Jinga gets what he wished for in the process - while trying to defend and attack back, Ryuuga nearly loses his balance again and gets grabbed, which causes him to only curl his lip back in a snarl, but he doesn't react in the usual way.

Instead, Jinga's getting a headbutt for his troubles to try and get him to back off. If given the opportunity, Ryuuga will then get into position and ready himself to summon his armor.]

[He laughed, teeth snapping hard on his tongue and his nose definitely getting smashed. The annoying pain had him push Ryuuga away and wipe at the blackish blood from his mouth and nose, glancing at his fingers and still laughing. Jinga looked at Ryuuga, letting him see the blackness on them before flicking his hand out.

There wasn't much there, but it was enough to send a few drops flying. Luckily most everyone had fled by now, but where the blood hit, an Inga was created.]

[Oh no.

There's a momentary look of horror (ha) on Ryuuga's face before he thrusts his sword into the air to draw the summoning circle, and he rushes forward to try and intercept with the armor - it'd just evaporate if it hit the Soul Metal -

and at the same time he's attempting to take back the momentum of the fight, thrusting the newly-transformed Garoken at Jinga's stomach.]

[Of course the blood evaporates when it hit the Soul Metal. Of course Ryuuga managed to stop it in time. Jinga hadn't expect anything less from him, especially since there was only a little blood and enough time to intercept it. He clicked his tongue anyways, almost sad that the slight diversion did not make the Knight lose focus on him.

Sad or not, he still had enough sense to catch the sword with his own before the blessed metal gutted him. He may be able to survive getting gutted by one with enough food, but it still will hurt.]

[Last thing he needed was a minor Horror deciding to make its appearance now, or worse, a Gate slowly making its way into existence and causing more problems. Nope, no thanks, no way.

He's got better things to do, thanks.

Like running this guy's face into the nearest wall.

Okay maybe not that harsh but eh whatever. Jinga could take it.

And like hell Ryuuga would take his focus off of Jinga - he should know better by now that he would be almost obsessively focused on him and him alone for the most part.

Ryuuga presses the attack, swinging again and again - one of the hits had to strike true, and he was running on limited time as it was. He had to make this count.]

[Well, he was going to have to try harder next time, right?

He wasn't laughing as much now having to keep up with the swings of the Knight. The armored form added greatly to his speed and strength and Jinga was still normal enough that he couldn't afford a mistake. Sure, one direct hit wouldn't completely kill him, but it would weaken him and he knew that if Ryuuga managed to do that, he would finish the job. That was something Jinga didn't want to deal with considering the last time.

So the moment he had half a second in between blows, Jinga also transformed. There was a second of darkness and then the scrape of Soul Metal against his armored side. Inside the twisted form, Jinga grinned.]

Let's make this more even, Knight.

[Ryuuga's eyes widen, then narrow behind his helmet as Jinga shifts into that familiar form.

At least here he didn't have that stupid Mirror to make things an even bigger pain in the ass for him. He just needed to keep focused on the job at hand. Granted that wasn't going to be easy either way, but it's one less thing to worry about.

He lashes out with a hard kick to stagger his opponent, and if it connects, he would launch himself forward for a hard forward thrust.

little over a minute to go.]

[Nice kick there Ryuuga, very nice. Jinga got hit but it didn't stagger him as much as he might have hoped. The hard forward thrust did manage to hit but that opening was being allowed just so Ryuuga was within grasping range.

Jinga was going to punch Ryuuga a couple quick times in the face even while he brought his sword in a sidewise sweep to the Knight's hip.

The stomach wound might sting a little, and the armored cracked but the thing that Ryuuga should worry about more was that it caused Jinga to bleed some more. Let's just hope that the city's street cleaners were not the type that got corrupted fast, right?]

[Ryuuga lets out a grunt as the punches connect - the helmet was obviously doing its job in keeping his head protected but even that had its limits.

He swings his sword around and flips it to a backhand grip if only to ram the pommel into Jinga's torso again to get him to let go, growling as the sideswipe connects. The armor's holding up, but it don't for long if this keeps up.

He'll deal with purifying the Inga when he's finished here, right now he's more focused on taking Jinga out here and now. He has to.]

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sorry fight tags not my mettle

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