wallachia man fights spaceship, loses.

[miraclewhip]

Who: Trevor Fucking Belmont
Broadcast: Network - OTA
Action: On the Marsiva for about 12 seconds before being beamed off to the Vanquish
When: Immediately before/during/after the Shuffle.

[ Is he trying to beat up the Marsiva? Yes, he is trying to beat up the Marsiva. Just slamming his shoulder and fists into a wall over and over. This continues for maybe a couple of seconds before he's not there anymore.

He yelps and backs away quickly from the very colourful, paper-based attack that gets launched at him as soon as he arrives on the Vanquish ] The fuck?!

[ He takes a moment to get his bearings. This one's smaller than the last one. And then he's yelling, in no direction in particular because what he's addressing is the Marsiva- ]

Get back here and fight me, you cowardly fucking castle! Don't try to hide behind your children!

Comments

[miraclewhip]

Castles do all kinds of weird shit. Heard about walls full of chickens, once-

[ And halfway through that, he actually looks at the network station rather than just talking back to it while menacing a nearby wall and- ]

-the fuck are you?!

[tough_love]

[The hell is a chicken? No matter, apparently now it's time for Belmont to rudely ask her name. Or so she assumes, anyway.]

I am Princess Looma of House Red Wind. And presently the captain of the S.S. Bishop.

And who exactly are you, human?

[miraclewhip]

Trevor Belmont, your highness. I beat the shit out of monsters. And sometimes castles.

[ Princess. Do monsters have monarchies? Can monsters be captains? Fuck if he knows. ]

Pretty sure you're not a castle, at least. If you could tell me whether or not you're a monster, that would be great

[tough_love]

You do? How?

[Sorry Belmont she's. She's not convinced. Possibly because you're still on about trying to tilt at windmills fight inanimate objects, and with an impressive 0-1 record already. At least she was polite enough to suppress the laugh though- mostly.]

I have not been called a monster- well, not that I know of. Does that help?

[miraclewhip]

Sheer fucking luck, usually.

[ She's right to not be. He's kind of a disaster, even when he actually has his weapons to hand. ]

I- suppose it does? What's your stance on- you know, stealing people from villages in the night, drinking the blood of the innocents, that sort of thing? I have to check.

[tough_love]

There is only one person in this fleet who drinks blood. To my knowledge anyway, though I suppose it would be a hard secret to keep.

[Plus with death not being a permanent thing, surely somebody would have complained by now if some asshole went and drank them to death.]

As for that first charge, I have never had reason to. Anyone under my father's banner would do as I asked, and those who were not only needed to be offered suitable payment. I suppose if anyone still refused to aid me, I could always conquer whatever little village they come from, and make another offer. It'd be much harder to refuse then!

[Look at her, thinking outside the box.]

[miraclewhip]

...Definitely a Princess, then. Not a monster.

[ Though maybe on second thought, the two things are closer than he'd assumed. ]

You said someone here drinks blood. Don't suppose you could tell me any more about them?

[tough_love]

He looks similar enough to your kind that I mistook him for a human. He can apparently eat normal food as well, but not survive off it exclusively.

[Trevor should...probably get something more descriptive than that. She'll think for a moment before offering up the most pertinent details she could remember.]

Long yellow hair, and he arrived half-naked for some reason.

[Nailed it]