elementalhero | but now that the stars are in your eyes, I'm beginning to see the light

I. HATE. JAZZ MUSIC.

Which, of course, is why I'm very happy that the Jazz Dinner is over and the chorus won't ever have to sing jazz again....hopefully.

Augh, I want to play Dirge of Cerberus sooooooooooo badlyyyyyyyyyy.... I started playing and, umm...

The random WRO soldier was running to be Vincent's back-up. He came to a halt as he entered the square. "Whoa..."

Mr. Valentine was taking on an entire contingent of armored soldiers by himself, bare-handed (or bare-clawed, as it were). Seemingly without fear, he ducked and slashed and kicked and punched--no movement was wasted, so as to better defeat his opponents. He didn't even seem to notice the fact that he was completely riddled with bullets; he took their shots as if they were so many drops of water... It was poetry, a graceful dance of pure death, beautiful in its own lethal way.

The WRO member snapped himself back to reality as the last soldier in the current wave crumpled to the ground. Vincent bent down to loot his corpse, found a Potion, and drank greedily. WRO Guy ran up to him, panting, "Sir! Here as your back-up, sir!"

Vincent blinked. The man continued, "Sorry for our lateness, sir, but I must say, you seemed to be doing fine without us. You were spectacular! Such a display of acrobatics... It was almost like you didn't need your gun! Why weren't you using it?"

"I ran out of bullets," Vincent growled, wincing slightly as he pulled a bullet out of his flesh arm using his clawed hand.

WRO Guy blinked. "Sir?" Only then did he glance around and notice the numerous bullet holes and scorch marks in the ground, the cargo crates, the walls of nearby buildings...

"And then I ran out of mako. And then I dropped my gun. You haven't found it, have you?" he added, looking the man up and down expectantly.

"Uhh...no...sir..."

"Hmm. Oh, well. Carry on," Vincent growled, walking away and staggering slightly. "I seem to have...lost a lot of blood," he added before passing out on the flagstone.

TL;DR: I'm not very good. By the way, I love how Vincent cannot speak without growling. It's quite smexy.

Volume 22 of Bleach is supposed to come by UPS to me soon, and I'm getting ticked off. I ordered from Barnes and Noble online instead of Borders/Amazon, which usually delivers in two to three days. With BN, it's been four days now, and tomorrow is Sunday, which means I'm looking at Monday to be when I get it. Mama Random isn't happy. Mama Random wants her volume full of Ichigo-angst, and she wants it NOW. LIKE YESTERDAY NOW.

GRR.

MAMA RANDOM AIN'T HAPPY, AIN'T NOBODY HAPPY.