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cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
Malik squinted in the sunlight. He didn’t often venture out, though that was a shame. For better or for worse he was used to dark places, though he made an effort to get an hour or two of sunshine a day. This was the only reason he was out and about, himself, instead of sending one of his minions out to do his dirty work.
This was only an errand, picking up some essentials from a minimart about a mile away. Still, it was nice to get the chance to enjoy some fresh air for a change. He’d been cooping himself up far too much lately.
Mariku was cruising down the street in his daytime car, an old school mustang with a violet paint job. a a relatively nice day he supposed… clear sky, not to hot. Not to cold. A nice day to have all the windows rolled down and a hand out the window.
He turned onto a street, spotting someone walking along the sidewalk. He payed little mind to them before turning his head to look at their face just as he was passing them by and almost slammed on the breaks.
That face.
He would know it anywhere… none of the copy’s he had seen before could even fool him. And his hand- no… that was him.
‘Malik.’
The name brought up such malice on his tongue and he jerked the steering wheel, not even thinking as the vehicle jerked to the side int he direction of his other half.
Malik, thankfully, heard the screech of tires and spun around, seeing the garish purple car hurtling towards him. It was only reflex that saved his life as he dove over and out of harm’s way in a very undignified flurry of cape and man.
“Who the hell do you think you are?! Watch where you’re going, you maniac!” he shouted as he righted himself. It was rather restrained, actually, compared to all the expletives that were running through his head.
When he finally caught sight of the driver, though, he stopped cold, frozen to the spot and biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
Mariku herd the other shouting as he missed and ran over a stop sign with his car, quickly backing up. The front bumper was dented and scratched but he paid it no mind as he spun the steering wheel and re directed the tires.
The tired screamed as he slammed his foot on the gas, rage boiling and gritting his teeth. Nothing on his mind besides hate. He stared directly into Malik’s eyes as he came barreling at him again.
Malik remained frozen until the car came near him again, the bumper getting far too close for comfort. As soon as he could he threw himself onto the front of the car, which of course resulted in some rolling and bruising but he got a good grip. He grabbed onto the driver’s side mirror and got ready to attack the man inside.
A sneer spread across Mariku’s face as he drew closer and closer. He was going to run his weaker self down and pulverize him into nothing but a bloody mess on the pavement! paint the curb with his guts and crush his bones with his tires!
yes… yes!
Oh happy day…
He growled loudly when Malik jumped onto the hood of his car and latched on, attempting to reach inside and attack him but he swerved harshly to throw the other off the car.
But his counterpart had a death grip on the car, and the swerve only gave him extra momentum as he flailed his legs inward toward the driver’s seat, trying to kick Mariku in the face, or anywhere, really. If only he could reach his Rod…! Or claw Mariku’s eyes out with his bare hand! But that would have to wait until he was on steady ground.
He stopped the car abruptly, turning on his side and slamming his own feet into his weaker self’s face.
He opened the door and jumped out, pulling a knife from his pocket and flipping it open.
“What the fuck are you doing in broad daylight? I thought you preferred hiding in your little rat hole…”
Before the sentence was done, Malik had unsheathed the Rod’s blade and scrambled to his feet.
“You’re asking me?! You, the scum that prefers cowering in the shadows to any honest fight?!” He bared his teeth, his grip on the Rod tightening, slacking, and tightening again. “How long have you been following me?!”
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
Malik squinted in the sunlight. He didn’t often venture out, though that was a shame. For better or for worse he was used to dark places, though he made an effort to get an hour or two of sunshine a day. This was the only reason he was out and about, himself, instead of sending one of his minions out to do his dirty work.
This was only an errand, picking up some essentials from a minimart about a mile away. Still, it was nice to get the chance to enjoy some fresh air for a change. He’d been cooping himself up far too much lately.
Mariku was cruising down the street in his daytime car, an old school mustang with a violet paint job. a a relatively nice day he supposed… clear sky, not to hot. Not to cold. A nice day to have all the windows rolled down and a hand out the window.
He turned onto a street, spotting someone walking along the sidewalk. He payed little mind to them before turning his head to look at their face just as he was passing them by and almost slammed on the breaks.
That face.
He would know it anywhere… none of the copy’s he had seen before could even fool him. And his hand- no… that was him.
‘Malik.’
The name brought up such malice on his tongue and he jerked the steering wheel, not even thinking as the vehicle jerked to the side int he direction of his other half.
Malik, thankfully, heard the screech of tires and spun around, seeing the garish purple car hurtling towards him. It was only reflex that saved his life as he dove over and out of harm’s way in a very undignified flurry of cape and man.
“Who the hell do you think you are?! Watch where you’re going, you maniac!” he shouted as he righted himself. It was rather restrained, actually, compared to all the expletives that were running through his head.
When he finally caught sight of the driver, though, he stopped cold, frozen to the spot and biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
Mariku herd the other shouting as he missed and ran over a stop sign with his car, quickly backing up. The front bumper was dented and scratched but he paid it no mind as he spun the steering wheel and re directed the tires.
The tired screamed as he slammed his foot on the gas, rage boiling and gritting his teeth. Nothing on his mind besides hate. He stared directly into Malik’s eyes as he came barreling at him again.
Malik remained frozen until the car came near him again, the bumper getting far too close for comfort. As soon as he could he threw himself onto the front of the car, which of course resulted in some rolling and bruising but he got a good grip. He grabbed onto the driver’s side mirror and got ready to attack the man inside.
A sneer spread across Mariku’s face as he drew closer and closer. He was going to run his weaker self down and pulverize him into nothing but a bloody mess on the pavement! paint the curb with his guts and crush his bones with his tires!
yes… yes!
Oh happy day…
He growled loudly when Malik jumped onto the hood of his car and latched on, attempting to reach inside and attack him but he swerved harshly to throw the other off the car.
But his counterpart had a death grip on the car, and the swerve only gave him extra momentum as he flailed his legs inward toward the driver’s seat, trying to kick Mariku in the face, or anywhere, really. If only he could reach his Rod…! Or claw Mariku’s eyes out with his bare hand! But that would have to wait until he was on steady ground.
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
Malik squinted in the sunlight. He didn’t often venture out, though that was a shame. For better or for worse he was used to dark places, though he made an effort to get an hour or two of sunshine a day. This was the only reason he was out and about, himself, instead of sending one of his minions out to do his dirty work.
This was only an errand, picking up some essentials from a minimart about a mile away. Still, it was nice to get the chance to enjoy some fresh air for a change. He’d been cooping himself up far too much lately.
Mariku was cruising down the street in his daytime car, an old school mustang with a violet paint job. a a relatively nice day he supposed… clear sky, not to hot. Not to cold. A nice day to have all the windows rolled down and a hand out the window.
He turned onto a street, spotting someone walking along the sidewalk. He payed little mind to them before turning his head to look at their face just as he was passing them by and almost slammed on the breaks.
That face.
He would know it anywhere… none of the copy’s he had seen before could even fool him. And his hand- no… that was him.
‘Malik.’
The name brought up such malice on his tongue and he jerked the steering wheel, not even thinking as the vehicle jerked to the side int he direction of his other half.
Malik, thankfully, heard the screech of tires and spun around, seeing the garish purple car hurtling towards him. It was only reflex that saved his life as he dove over and out of harm’s way in a very undignified flurry of cape and man.
“Who the hell do you think you are?! Watch where you’re going, you maniac!” he shouted as he righted himself. It was rather restrained, actually, compared to all the expletives that were running through his head.
When he finally caught sight of the driver, though, he stopped cold, frozen to the spot and biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
Mariku herd the other shouting as he missed and ran over a stop sign with his car, quickly backing up. The front bumper was dented and scratched but he paid it no mind as he spun the steering wheel and re directed the tires.
The tired screamed as he slammed his foot on the gas, rage boiling and gritting his teeth. Nothing on his mind besides hate. He stared directly into Malik’s eyes as he came barreling at him again.
Malik remained frozen until the car came near him again, the bumper getting far too close for comfort. As soon as he could he threw himself onto the front of the car, which of course resulted in some rolling and bruising but he got a good grip. He grabbed onto the driver’s side mirror and got ready to attack the man inside. (via coffeepott)
cannibalmariku:
cannibalmalik:
Malik squinted in the sunlight. He didn’t often venture out, though that was a shame. For better or for worse he was used to dark places, though he made an effort to get an hour or two of sunshine a day. This was the only reason he was out and about, himself, instead of sending one of his minions out to do his dirty work.
This was only an errand, picking up some essentials from a minimart about a mile away. Still, it was nice to get the chance to enjoy some fresh air for a change. He’d been cooping himself up far too much lately.
Mariku was cruising down the street in his daytime car, an old school mustang with a violet paint job. a a relatively nice day he supposed… clear sky, not to hot. Not to cold. A nice day to have all the windows rolled down and a hand out the window.
He turned onto a street, spotting someone walking along the sidewalk. He payed little mind to them before turning his head to look at their face just as he was passing them by and almost slammed on the breaks.
That face.
He would know it anywhere… none of the copy’s he had seen before could even fool him. And his hand- no… that was him.
‘Malik.’
The name brought up such malice on his tongue and he jerked the steering wheel, not even thinking as the vehicle jerked to the side int he direction of his other half.
Malik, thankfully, heard the screech of tires and spun around, seeing the garish purple car hurtling towards him. It was only reflex that saved his life as he dove over and out of harm’s way in a very undignified flurry of cape and man.
“Who the hell do you think you are?! Watch where you’re going, you maniac!” he shouted as he righted himself. It was rather restrained, actually, compared to all the expletives that were running through his head.
When he finally caught sight of the driver, though, he stopped cold, frozen to the spot and biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
Malik squinted in the sunlight. He didn’t often venture out, though that was a shame. For better or for worse he was used to dark places, though he made an effort to get an hour or two of sunshine a day. This was the only reason he was out and about, himself, instead of sending one of his minions out to do his dirty work.
This was only an errand, picking up some essentials from a minimart about a mile away. Still, it was nice to get the chance to enjoy some fresh air for a change. He’d been cooping himself up far too much lately.
doctorbakura:
cannibalmalik:
doctorbakura:
cannibalmalik:
That won’t keep me from taking all that I can from them!
What if they turned on you? Eat you from the inside out~?
I don’t swallow them whole, for Horus’ sake!
Then what if you miss part of the soul?
*snorts derisively* Don’t you know why mummies were first made? The soul can’t be whole unless the body’s preserved. It’s not a matter of getting every crumb.
doctorbakura:
cannibalmalik:
doctorbakura:
cannibalmalik:
doctorbakura:
cannibalmalik:
Where else do you think the soul is seated, fool?
The soul does not remain in a dead body.
If it’s not in my stomach, where the hell do you think it goes?
The soul dies when the body dies, unless you believe in an afterlife like so many do, then it goes there before rebirth. You do not have the ability to eat a soul.
That won’t keep me from taking all that I can from them!
What if they turned on you? Eat you from the inside out~?
I don’t swallow them whole, for Horus’ sake!
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