overjoylogs | DON'T GO CHASING WATERFALLS

Characters: Belphegor and open!
Date: August 14th
Rating/Warnings: Inevitable violence and angry wet dudes. or chicks. mostly just angry.
Summary: Bel decides tripping you into the fountain for mission points is the best, absolutely non backfire-able way to go.

Fortunately for his abused roommates, Bel decided to spend the day out of his room. Unfortunately for the rest of the city, he was out on a mission he was absolutely determined to win.

It wasn't the most profitable mission, but video games weren't his forte and neither was...whatever that baseball game like was. Neither of those didn't seem like they caused enough of that hilarious misery in others anyway.

Of course, he couldn't make himself obvious. He wasn't going to stand around the fountain and just wait for people to pass by. Instead, he resorted to sitting on a nearby park bench wearing a hooded jacket, a book in hand and all of his knives completely concealed. It was a bit difficult, but he even managed to keep that warning siren of his eternal giggles down to a quiet whisper. From the outside, he looked completely disinterested in the area around him. Still, years of experience of seeing the world from under a mop of hair meant he had experience with watching others while remaining unnoticed.

It may not involve having some portion of your skin being torn apart, but Belphegor still had an unpleasant surprise for those within kicking range of the fountain.

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Masaomi made his way toward the fountain knowing full well what he'd likely be getting into, but he wanted to see the competition in action. Past experience warned him that gambling wouldn't go his way, so for a first time attempt, something as simple as tripping people into a fountain... He could lower himself to that easily enough. Just because broken noses were a bonus didn't mean he actually had to try for real damage. It was this thought that prompted him to leave his bat at home.

He trusted his kicks well enough on their own.

Despite tormenting him over the network- a stab-worthy offense in Bel's mind- Kida's passing him had no reaction from the prince, the only saving grace to the network being that there was no face to connect to the name.

Still, a passing by person was points just waiting to be spilled into the fountain and collecting. Quietly, he rose up from the bench and began to trail Kida. The whole tackling thing didn't work out as he expected last time- his sopping wet clothes told that much, at least. He was wet, and he was pissy.

Wet clothing also made more noise than dry clothing.

One step, two steps, three more steps, there was the fountain. What was the skeevy stalker gonna do now?

While wet clothing typically slows down the wearer, unfortunately the pure force of Bel's annoyance managed to propel him towards Kida at the last second. At first, it looked as if Bel was charging directly at Kida, but another point of misfortune was that Bel had learned not to do that from Yagyuu.

Instead, as he charged toward Kida, he sidestepped him at the last second in an attempt to push him from the side instead of straight from the back.

The side-step was what got Bel what he wanted. Masaomi had been prepared for the assault from behind and had begun turning to reverse the situation, but this new position made it even easier to force him off balance from the side.

The former gang leader immediately recognized his error, but it was too late. He was already crashing into the cold, dirty water of the fountain. A resounding splash followed.

Well, shit.

That pissed him off!

He shot up, shaking soaking wet hair out of his eyes as he searched frantically for the guy who got the better of him.

"Ushishishi~!"

Wet, dripping, and still looking a bit pissy, Bel leaned over the fountain mockingly as Kida fell ungracefully into the fountain. Eventually, as he made sure Kida was just as soaked as he was, Bel gave a smile that was just damn well pleased with himself.

"Careful, careful. You'll catch a cold."

Practice what you preach.

Masaomi thought it, but he didn't say it. Instead, an arm shot forward to grab a handful of hair with the full intention of pulling its owner headfirst into the fountain with him.

There was one thing Bel loved in this world, and that was his hair. More importantly, it covered his eyes and protected his identity. Thus, Bel had to cut his losses and protect his princely pride- which meant shutting his eyes tight as Kida pulled away his bangs.

Which, of course, pulled the prince toppling right on to Kida with a splash.

Already soaking wet, Masaomi didn't mind a second dive into the dirty water. He did mind having another guy on top of him and quickly moved to wrestle the other blond beneath him, grasping for arms in hopes of keeping counterattacks at bay but willing to take whatever grips he can get.

Despite being such a self proclaimed prince, Bel wasn't worried about using dirty tactics to win battles. A wrestle fight in the fountain was no different.

Bel let Kida grab his shoulders, let him wrestle him under and made it look like, for once, he had the prince pinned.

Of course, he shattered that illusion when Bel smiled wide and in a flash moved his knee to smash against Kida's groin.

"Shit!"

Forced to come up for air, Masaomi pulled back. He could still feel it. That asshole! Well, fine! If nothing was sacred, he'd just aim his boot at the same target.

Guillotine kick!

DON'T GO CHASING WATERFALLS

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+10 to Bel!

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+10 for I'm wet again and NOT THE HAIR >|

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laaaaaate [cryingcat]

That's okay. You get +10 points from it anyway.