hadriel | video; high octane poor life decisions

[One day, Gren is going to learn a very valuable lesson: do not mix alcohol and drugs. That day is not today.]

[The video, when it turns on, swings wildly. Hopefully nobody gets seasick too easily, because damn, it's motion sickness central right here. The backdrop is... probably Delight's bar, if anyone can make sense of the video long enough.]

You know what? You know fuckin' what?

[Gren is drunk. Not only is Gren drunk, but he's also had like a handful of those other things that Delight hands out that get people high as shit, so he's both drunk and high. It's a terrible combination of belligerent and feeling untouchable that can really only lead to Bad Things.]

I'm fuck-all tired of bein' a fuckin' buffet for a bunch of shit-for-dick "gods"-- [The feed swings again, like he tried to do airquotes with only one hand. The hand that is also holding the camera.] --who can't get their fuckin' shit together long enough to not make everything a fuckin' clusterfuck. And then they treat us like we're fuckin' children or some shit, like we don't got the fuckin' right to decide what fuckin' happens to us. We're the fuckin' burdens, but they're the one bringin' in fuckin' monsters and dragons and shit to drop on our fuckin' heads. Fuckin' thanks for that, assholes.

[The feed swings around and then back; he's grabbed another bottle of something alcoholic and knocks an unhealthy portion of it back. Seriously, he's a champ, if your definition of 'champ' is 'fucking alcoholic'.]

Like that fuckin' piece of fuck Sorrow. Fuck that guy, oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that motherfucker.

[He pauses. Something terrible is about to happen.]

I fuckin' oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that guy.

[His voice shifts from rant mode to something firmer and slightly less profanity-ridden.]

Hey, all you fucks. [Slightly less.] I'm comin' for all you fuckin' godly piece of shits. C'mon and fuckin' have a go if you think you're fuckin' hard enough.

[He turns. Delight is behind the bar.] 'Cept for you. You're fuckin' okay.

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I didn't say that. They don't have the right. If you have the chance, it would be better if you killed them.

I'd ask what you were betting, but I guess it's your life.

None of these fuckers are gonna kill me.

[See, this asshole here is doing what literally everyone does when they don't know that Gren's glamour does not adequately represent the fact that he's a giant murdermonster under there. He looks like a gangly 80s motherfucker, but that's just because his real body looks like a gorilla hatefucked an anglerfish and used steroids all the way to the birth.]

So what do I get when I make it past a fuckin' minute? I don't want your shitty soda.

Then what are you betting?

[ Yeah, he is, but not totally. As a nerdy looking Japanese teenager who nonetheless helped take down one of those dragons, by virtue of spirit archery among other supernatural talents, it's not like he totally dismisses someone based on how they look.

Uh, except for right now, because of the drunk and stupid thing.

But he'd believe murdermonster even without seeing the real body. Anyone who had ever been in the same room with Zaraki Kenpachi wouldn't underestimate what a man could do. ]

Nothing. I'm too new to have found anything valuable, and I don't care enough to give you something that came with me.

[ Pause. ]

Unless you want a stain removing pen.

[ He has two. ]

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