wandering dog [OPEN]

[bewareofdog]

Characters: Goro Majima (bewareofdog) and OPEN.
Setting: Dormitories.
Format: Action, but will do prose.
Summary: Majima wakes up to find that his entire world is destroyed. Quietly, he decides to go for a walk around his new "home."
Warnings: More than a little agitated, let me know if you want to have a fight with him.

[ My entire world is destroyed? Who would believe that shit? But... this seems real enough. A nightmare? Kiryu-chan wouldn't die that easily. 'specially since I'm the one who is gonna kill him. Saejima. Daigo. Majima Family. Tojo Family. All gone? What a joke!

It is more of a shock to hear what has happened that is slowing sinking in for him. He is not raging about, nor trying to destroy what living arrangements that he has. Simply walking around the halls of the dormitories in a lost, dazed state. He has seen outside to believe enough to think that this isn't any place that could be on Earth. How is he supposed to live happily when he knows that those he cares about are dead? When those he has pledged to kill die by some means that wasn't his hand?! Exactly -- what should he do? ]

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[bewareofdog]

[ It takes some doing but he lightly scratches his forehead in an act to appear something annoyed by the question. Better to feign these things. He loves fighting, but it seems like this one -- his eye shifts back onto the man -- might be just a little trigger happy in it. No point in fighting that sort of person now. Maybe later, when he's calmed down. If they're both fightin' mad, then who is gonna be able to stop 'em?

Not Kiryu-chan, or Saejima anymore. ]

Odd way to ask for someone's name. But I suppose girls are bashful that way ... I am Goro Majima.

[marchwarden]

[ Biting back both a growl and a scathing comment to counter the humiliating words flung at him, Haldir found himself almost yearning for the chance to cut this full tongue out of his throat. This despicable cur didn't know how to show an ounce of respect it seems. Yet the same could be said for the warden considering he's the one brandishing a weapon here. Majima had yet to do the same.

Nevertheless, this is a dangerous game their playing. Unless one of them backs down from the challenge, then these halls might be coated with blood. ]

Goro Majima.

[ The name sounds so ridiculously foreign to him. ]

I'll remember it for the next time we meet.

[bewareofdog]

[ He smiles wide. So, it seems like they're gonna be partin' ways, huh? That's better than having a fight. Majima reminds himself that if it started; it would be impossible to stop it. Something told him that, anyway. ]

What, plannin' on another date?

[marchwarden]

[ Just when the marchwarden was about to lower his blade, this buffoon before him decided to tempt his wrath with another tactless comment. With in a mere instant, Haldir's sword was inches closer to Majima's throat than it had been a second ago. ]

Care to repeat yourself?

[bewareofdog]

[ His gaze shifts over to the sword. He clicks his tongue once, but it hasn't drawn blood. Just the two of 'em posturin' at the moment. Yeah, he'll add himself into the mix. His fingers flex a few more times. ]

I'll repeat myself as many times as it takes. [ Majima hums. But he has been particularly antagonistic. Another flexing of his fingers. ] But I'll admit to be wrong here, blondie.

[ He bits down on the inside of his cheek. The taste of blood calms more than it adds to the fire. I'll offer my blood for theirs. An oath I gave. And wasn't able to complete it fully. They wouldn't want their memory soiled by havin' me start shit 'cause I'm sad about 'em. He laughs, letting some of that blood leak out his mouth. They'd be embarrassed I let it get this far. ]

Still, that as much as an apology as yer gettin'. Sound fair?

[marchwarden]

My name is Haldir. [ He quickly corrected so that Majima would stop with the offending names. ] I am Haldir, Leader of the Marchwardens of Lothlórien and I advise you to never call me out of my name again.

[ After introducing himself, a heavy silence lingered between the two once Haldir noticed the thin trickle of blood that flowed down Majima's lips. Somewhat startled by the unsavory sight, the Elf finally decides to lower his blade and sheathe it again. ]

This is silly.

[ He commented more to himself than to Majima. ]

...No apology is necessary.

[bewareofdog]

'Fraid I don't know what all that lot means, Haldir, but ya got pride in where you're from and the people you led, eh?

[ He closes his eye for a moment. Not sure if he believes much in an afterlife, but he's starting to think that they're all together. Yasuko and Saejima. Haruka and Kiryu-chan. Daigo and the Tojo Family. His own family. All together. Nothin' can separate them now.

Spitting on the ground, he's glad these thoughts are his own. Sentimental bullshit like this really doesn't need to be spread out. But hearing the pride that Haldir has, reminds him of his own. Just a little. ]

Proper introduction now, hm? Goro Majima of the Majima Family of the Tojo Family of Kamochurou. Lots of 'ofs!' But it's all connected, isn't it? [ A momentary laugh. ] Good, then I'm takin' the apology back.

[marchwarden]

[ The two of them are both as prideful as the next, a funny truth considering how different they seem to be. ]

The Majima Family of...what?

[ Haldir let out a slight sigh. ]

How could you possibly be from two different houses? Isn't it common for humans to stick with merely one house?

[bewareofdog]

Common, but not necessary.

[ He snickers a little. ]

It's how things work with the yakuza. I suppose ya don't know much about that, eh? Seein' that sword, I'm thinkin' you're either some freak about the Middle Ages or ... you're actually from some time like that. Right?

[marchwarden]

Yakuza? Hm...

[ Haldir visibly bristled a little at that "freak" comment. Is it truly so difficult for this foppish fool to show an ounce of respect to him? Not even the people of Middle-earth were this rude. ]

You would do well not to refer me as such, but I take it that you never heard of the Galadrim before.

[bewareofdog]

All part of one big family. An umbrella and branches. Think of the Majima as the protective uncles to the Tojo.

[ He sobers up some -- at least, that is what he used to be. ]

'fraid not, Haldir. Sounds like a type of salad, though.

[marchwarden]

[ An umbrella? One doubts that umbrellas were invented during the Third Age, but at least Haldir knows what branches are. Still this colorful metaphor doesn't do much to illustrate a well enough picture about the Majima's affiliation with the Tojo.

Not that this matters now, of course. ]

Don't you dare compare the Elves of Lothlórien to food.

[bewareofdog]

So, that's a word for elves?

[marchwarden]

Not precisely, my dimwitted friend.

[ Stifling back a groan that nearly escaped him, Haldir decides to answer the oaf's question to the best of his abilities. ]

The Galadrim is the name of the royal Lothlórien army, a force comprised of Elves of mixed descent. I, myself, is a Silvan Elf better known as a "Wood-elf" amongst your kind.

[bewareofdog]

[ Majima nods once before spitting once more on the ground. His teeth coated a bit with red at this point, but he runs his tongue along them to clean. A few half-hearted nods as he takes a pack of cigarettes out to smoke a bit. Tapping the pack against his hand, he slides one out before it slips into his mouth.

He continues to nod as he pats the front of his jacket to find his lighter. Not sure why he didn't do this sooner to calm down about the world ending. Too shocked, he supposes. Light gotten and lit, he finally puts everything away to answer. ]

Congrats, my pointy-eared chum.

[marchwarden]

[ Stunned to silence by this scoundrel's blatant disrespect, Haldir suddenly takes a step forward and reaches to snatch Majima up by his collar. ]

Do you wish to test my patience, you worthless hound?

[bewareofdog]

Hound... close to what I used to be called.

[ He makes a soft tsking sound at being grabbed, but doesn't move out of the way just yet. ]

I mean it, though. Congrats. You lead those people, right? It's somethin' to be proud of, but don't expect me to be fawning over it.

[marchwarden]

You'll remain just a mere "hound" until you see it right to call me by name, Majima.

[ Haldir was half expecting this man to throw down the gauntlet and fight, but surprisingly---no such thing happened. Instead, Majima simply gazed back at him coolly with defiance. ]

...You annoy me.

[ He let's Majima go. ]

Call me by name or don't waste your breath talking to me. I possess little fondness for nicknames.

[bewareofdog]

I'd rather be called "Mad Dog," then.

[ He shrugs his shoulders -- in a manner that is around the same as "join the club" in so few words. At least, now that his collar is free, he can return to smoking. The end had gotten a little low while he waited to be released and taps it a few times to let the ash fall on the floor between them. ]

Certainly quite a bit of love for yer name, but eh, I'll respect that. I ain't even mad, Haldir. Not at you, anyway. No point in gettin' all bothered at the wrong person right now. [ It is odd how he is calming down now. And without Kiryu to knock the sense back into him. He snickers as he takes a small drag of his cigarette. ]

That's what yer upset about, too, isn't it?

[marchwarden]

[ Trying desperately to figure out why he hadn't turned away yet, Haldir actually stands there and observes the hound as he smokes that awful smelling pipe. He never seen anything like a cigarette before until now, especially such inventions had yet to come about in his medieval realm, much like firearms. Haldir watched Majima with a hint of wonder in his gaze until the lowly scoundrel spoke.

Soon that gleam of admiration shifted back to annoyance. ]

...I suppose.

[ He reluctantly answered. ]

There's other reasons behind my foul mood but you hadn't helped make it any better.

[bewareofdog]

Oy, oy...

[ His stance changes as he crouches down with his arms spread wide in a look of utter confusion. ]

I ain't your prom date, or courtin' ya, Haldir. I ain't about to stroke yer ego so I can stroke yer panties later. No reason to make it better for you. But ya helped my mood out so maybe that's a small reason. Hm. [ Majima straightens his posture as he smokes a bit more on his cigarette, thoughtful. ]

[marchwarden]

[ Out of all the foul name calling and vulgar language Haldir has heard since arriving in this god forsaken tower, the Elf has never been so mortified in all his years. How dare this pompous ass of a donkey talk to him such a disgusting manner. The marchwarden was utterly beside himself as he thought of kicking some sense into Majima. His urge to kick this man was great, but it was the strength of the Valar themselves that stopped him from doing so.

Therefore, instead of attempting to kill Majima, Haldir turns hastily to leave. ]

Amin feuya ten' lle!

[ He shouted as he quickly walked away. ]

[bewareofdog]

[ His arms drop as he dramatically frowns in a disappointed manner at the Elf in question. He opens his arms almost like he is surrendering, before finally yelling back. ]

To yer mother with that tongue!

[ While he may not understand what was said to him, he knew that he was being insulted. Or at the very least yelled at about his comment. Another shrug before he decides that he's woken up enough from his stupor to be able to start really walking around and getting to know his new residence.

Not home. Never home. ]