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[Well. He's only been here a week and he's taken a massive issue with something.

A massive issue.

Someone just talked to Yotsuba and learned something rather... unpleasant.

So after he was perfectly and utterly sure she was in a safe room for the night and tucked away, he went and took his issue up on the airwaves.

Loudly.]

WHI-WHI-WHI-WHICH ONE 'O YOU LOONY TOONS KI-KI-KILLED A KID?!

Ya don't hi-hi-hit kids! 'Specially no-no-not girl kids! No kids at all in fact! I oughta beatcha 'til ya ca-ca-ca-ca-caaaaaaAAAaAan't walk no more!

[His voice veered off into a sharp whine and then descended into static, emotion overwhelming his vocal units for a moment]

If I ever fi-fi-fi-find out who la-laid a hand on that ki-kid- I'll- You don't wanna know what I'll do!

[Rabbit didn't want to know what he'd do.]

Ya be-be-better watch it or else I'll fi-fi-find ya and then you'll be sorry ya ever even looked at her!

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Aha, threatening is against the rules. ✩

[ Even though it was technically Wretched Egg who did it, he was definitely an accessory. Only now... he's in Group B. So in a way, this is a threat directed at him. A big, big no-no according to the voice in his head. ]

[Of course, Rabbit doesn't know he's talking to a perpetrator right now. He does, however, remain perfectly angry]

I-I-I-It's perfectly wi-with the rules! Ain't no one gonna me-me-mess with no little kids here! Sh-sh-she's just a little girl!

Complaining is against the rules, too! Are you misbehaving? How are we supposed to love one another with all this negativity? ✩

Edited (oops.) 2013-04-16 23:04 (UTC)

We-we-well book me, cause I gotta complaint! I got lots of 'em! Ww-w-who busts up a little kid anyway?! Ya gotta problem with that?

Was that a yes?

He-he-hell yes it's a yes!

Whoever hu-hu-hurt that kid is gonna get it!

[ Soaking wet footsteps began coming down the stairs. And in no time at all, there's Mockingbird, or rather, something that looks only vaguely like him. His stitches are completely messed up, as if whoever had reapplied them hadn't even the most basic of medical training, and forced them in against the grain of his skin. He's dripping blood, far beyond what's safe even for a Deadman, with it oozing out of the seams in his skin, as well as his pores. Parts of his face are sagging, and underneath his clothing, there are mockingbird feathers lining his back, mottled with blood. The collar around his neck appears pink. In actuality, it's ultraviolet. Try not to look at it for too long. ]

Well, here, I am. And threatening me is against the rules. ✩

[ The blood on his skin began... moving. Not dripping, but actually moving, forming spiraling tendrils that began floating upwards. ]

[wait hold on rabbit didn't want to hit anyone-

Well... did this... still count as someone? It talked but- He stared, unsure of what really to do. He'd seen strange things. Insane things. Things that stretched the boundaries of reality itself. Goodness he'd even been the center point of a rip in space time, and this was... beyond him.

The closest thing he could suppose was that this thing was dead. Some kind of undead. But even as this processed, something else reached his mind first.

This thing hurt that little girl. There was something curling at the corners of his mouth.

Wisps of smoke, devilishly spiraling upwards from gritted teeth. There was no way this thing was human. He could take care of this without feeling any kind of regret, right? He had to get the first hit in, there was no way he was going to let that... whatever it was touch him with that moving blood.]

Y-y-y-you be-better stay back! I'm warnin' ya! Ya won't li-li-like what'll happen!

[ Even before this, he only fit the bare minimum qualifications for being human. Hagire grinned, the blood swirling around him beginning to form a myriad of jagged, pointy shapes, as well as a few spherical, glowing orbs. ]

Branch of Sin: Love✩Labyrinth.

[ All at once, the blood began flying straight towards Rabbit. Blades, spiked balls, and shapes vaguely resembling spears all closing in on him. The spheres stayed back, for now.]

[Rabbit might not have been made for dodging, but he was made to take some punishment. The robot had survived mortar rounds, explosions, mines and gun fire. He'd be injured, but he could live through this too.

Metal dented and sparked, the robot's skinny arms flying up to protect his core and face. It was important at the very least that his core get out of this without damage.

But, he retaliated. There was another puff of smoke-

Before a jet of blue fire shot from the robots open mouth, aiming at the center of all that blood. He would not take out his other weapons for this. Even now, he couldn't break that oath.]

[ Mockingbird was already on the move. From the moment he failed to hear metal shearing or splitting, he knew it would take more than that to take this... thing, down. Leaping backward onto the railing of the staircase, the spheres of blood began spreading out even more, away from Mockingbird, moving to surround Rabbit. If any of that fire were to come into contact with any of them, they would explode, causing a chain reaction. That fire was dangerous, but in this case, it could use useful as well. Good thing he had Owl's Eyeballs for that.

No attack was being made this round. He needed to see what else this robot thing could do before he developed a solid strategy. ]

[Once Rabbit realized he wasn't hitting anyone with that jet of fire, his jaw snapped closed, unfriendly looking teeth bared in an ugly grimace. He didn't quite know what to make of the spheres of blood, if they weren't coming near him, he wasn't going to touch them, his focus was on the thing sitting on the railing of the stair case. Of course, he had a tool to reach him. There was just the matter of... well, letting it out.

He didn't know if he could]

C-c-c-ccccccome ba-back here an' fi-fi-fi-fight like a man!"

[Should he approach? ... Yes he should! Rabbit was not quick, nor graceful, each step heavy as he headed right for the stairs, smoke and steam mingling together.]

[ From observing the robot, he could tell he was slow. Mockingbird began forming yet more Owl's Eyeballs, creating a floating minefield. His objective here was to box Rabbit in and leave him with nowhere to go. The floating spheres began closing in, filling in various holes, and more importantly, closing off the staircase.

He wasn't going to get more into this without first seeing what the robot was capable of. ]

Ordering me around is against the rules. ✩

[Still didn't know what to do with the floating spheres, just trying to avoid them at first...

Up until he realized they were blocking him in, and keeping him away from the staircase. There was a deep, rattling growl from the robot, who took a step back away from the floating minefield. What should he do? He'd never run into anything quite like this before.

But he had to get through them. Would fire work? Would anything? Unfortunately for Rabbit, forethought was not something he did. His jaw clicked, before blue flame burst from him again, aimed at the wall of spheres in front of him.]

[ And predictably, the spheres detonated. Exploding with the force of fragmentation grenades, the flames being used to destabilize the already fragile bomb-like sanguine constructs. ]

Aha, bad idea! ✩

[ Setting of a chain reaction, the bombs all began exploding one after another. Hopefully, Rabbit would find some cover. ]

[Oops wait that was a bad idea.

Frag grenades were also things he had to deal with before. But not face on. He dove, tucking and rolling behind a corner and scrabbling to get out of the way.

Something seemed to finally click into place in that rattled up copper head of his though.

Well, click, or snap.

Clothing tattered, metal dented and singed, hat blown off elsewhere with the goggles resting on his forehead, the robot rounded the corner again, one sparking arm raising-

and shifting.

With a clank, a gatling gun had taken the place of the original, delicate looking appendage, blue and green optics a wild red. There'd be no warning.

Just bullets ripping through the air.]

[ Oh. A large gun. Hagire only had a split second to react before he could throw up his hand, and create a large, hexagonal shield. It was strong enough to hold back small arms fire, but how long it would last against something that big and firing that fast was anyone's guess. Only one way to find out.

His other hand made a motion, causing the rest of the Eyeballs to converge on Rabbit. Anything to disrupt his fire, or at least throw off his accuracy a bit. The blood shield was already beginning to strain with the effort. ]

[Metal creaked and groaned as the aged robot attempted to stalk towards his target, the sounds of gunfire and the memory of explosions seeming to transport the robot elsewhere. Where ever he was, it wasn't here, teeth bared and rounds clattering against the floor.

He seemed pretty dead set on Hagire too, not letting up for a moment, even as the spheres converged on him. His other arm shifted, the spinning blades of a buzzsaw emerging to slice threateningly at the spheres around him, the one blue eye flashing dangerously]

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