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Close Encounters of the Weeaboo Kind; [Mortimer G. and Vladimir S.] FINISHED; Graded
Topic Started: Jun 29 2017, 07:26 PM (933 Views)
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Mort the mighty warrior stood before an army of foes, their bloodlust aimed at the mighty warrior that was in front of them. Their faces were of pure hatred, while the warrior's face was that of sorrow. He had wanted a peaceful outcome, but the villain's need for world domination was to strong. He sighed and started to recite his Epic Oath: "Be like water-"

'Chuuchuu Yeah!'

Mort the average human's concentration was completely and utterly shattered as his phone's loud and echoing alarm went off, losing his balance and falling off the fountain he was standing on, landing in the snow with a thud and an "ow." from the boy. With a frustrated sigh he pulled out his phone and turned off the alarm. Some day this turned out to be.

As Mort got up he took in his surroundings, hoping no one saw his blunder. He was in the middle of a park right next to an old fountain with the names of some old people he could never remember. Normally he wouldn't be daydreaming like this, but today was a special day.

It was Weeaboo day, and there wasn't a chance in hell that he wasn't going to miss out acting like the trash that he was.

After seeing that no one was paying any attention to him, he decided that it was time to shout some awesome attack names out in an attempt to come up with some himself

"Kame-hame-HA! Gomu-Gomu-no-Punch! Giga Drill Breaker!"
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... Naruto Uzumaki state of the art stainless steal soft cloth headbands?

Sailor Moon magical transforming wands made of high grade material and special holographic glitter star dust?

ANO NO EXORCIST RIN OKUMARU'S SATAN FLAME SEALED SWORD?!

Deathly pale palms as silver as the moon had themselves glued to a glossy glass window. Inside was a marvelous display of rare collectibles, old school and freshly printed manga, and cosplay material. Vladimir brought his finger to his mouth digging his front teeth into the skin of his knuckle out of sheer holy awe. Call him starstruck, completely taken, and by the Jesus baby in a cradle he's found his saving grace.

"It's so perfect. So subtle, yet so yummy. Not even a glass of freshly spilled blood could top this hot Mama of a store," he steamed out in a hot, eager breath. A smooth pink tongue swiped over his lips nearly catching onto the sharp fangs that resided in the crook of his mouth. Simply DIVINE!

... An alarm?

Vladimir excused himself from the shops prying window, attention quickly caught by a strange ringtone that burst through the chilly air. Thick black fur that lined his forest green coat tickled his ears and nose when he shifted his head toward his right. A parks entrance had itself all pretty and primly covered in a fresh blanket of untouched snow. Dark brows rose upward, and Vladimir pocketed his palms into the depths of his cozy green pockets despite not having much of a care for the weather.

He is, after all, a full blooded Russian Vampire, but without the vampire abilities. Only the looks, unfortunately.

A pinkie finger absentmindedly picked at his snowy ear while popping a stick of spicy cinnamon gum in his mouth. Fangs ripped the stick to shreds easing his jittery, over the top nerves. Not out of stress these nerves were, but out of curiosity and residual hormonal discharge from his previous adventure. The difference between himself and the average citizen is he did what he wanted, so if a sound in a measly park caught his careful ear, then so be it.

Venturing into the park turned out to be a lovely expenditure on his behalf having exposed himself to a gorgeous patch of roses, weeds, and eventually a dead bird he found in a bush. Not that he was actively seeking out a rotted animal, but he happened to gravitate toward it on mere instinct. Animal genes and what not.

As he was checking the mangled sparrow with a proper poking stick fit for the Gods, a super familiar set of phrases echoed across the ark and touched at his sharp ears. Pupils dilate, and two shocking bright red eyes shot upward in a bright and characteristically bold sparkle. Is that Dragon Ball he hears? Possibly One Piece? Clearly more interested in the mentions of something he actually enjoyed, Vladimir ditched the dead bird, but had taken the stick with him.

The stick whacked at the air making a gnarly cracking noise as he humbly sauntered his way toward a strange fellow clearly enjoying himself to the fullest. Droopy eyes popped to life at the weird sight, and he joined the fray by lifting up his stick like a samurai sword and declaring out in a goofy, but oddly perfected Old Man Japanese styled voice, "AVID FAN OF ANIME, ARE YOU?! YOUNG DUDE-MAN WITH THE STUPID PHONE!"

A classic 90's Anime Laugh broke out, and Vladimir flaunted a hand around his chin for a solid minute and thirty seven seconds. Stopping completely, he cleared his throat behind a closed fist before jamming a hand out and pointing animatedly at Mort.

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"But, man, what the hell are you doing out here in the middle of winter shouting on a fountain?! What if some crazy ass villain comes and kicks your ass because you're totally conspicuous?!" The entire fiasco blew his little brain to bits and pieces. This guy was a total weirdo, but he could appreciate another living being that also adored anime and manga.

If he hadn't, Vladimir might have tried to kill the man. As he said, he was an easy target.
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"...Hadouken! SHo-huh?"

Mort stopped his thinking session as he heard the swishing of something through the air before he heard some elder person start yelling at him. Turning to see who the heck was yelling at him he sees what has to be one of the worst dressed people he's ever seen, and that included himself when he dressed up as Beatrice from Re:Zero. It was a good idea at the time though, despite the stares he had fun talking in 3rd person. Realizing he let his mind wander again he noticed that his clothes were fine, no he was being addressed by what could only be described as an Otaku, not an old man like he first thought. And he was laughing at him like he just lost the Rose bride.

IT.
WAS.
PERFECT.

Waiting until this avatar of the goggle gods stopped laughing Mort was about to respond to this kindred spirit when this pale man brought up a good point: Villains were afoot, and while Mort the Warrior could defeat them all, Mort the human still had much to learn before that time would come.

"Why yes I am quite a fan! Although most days i must suppress my urges of calling out my love for it, today is but a special day, for today. Is. WEEABOO DAY! A day where I am free from the shackles of reality and can enjoy the pleasures of my sweet, sweet Waifus!" As he speaks he makes a break for a duffel bag beside him, pulling out several body pillows of a dragon maid, a sailor scout, a pigeon dressed in a maid outfit, and a dude in a swimsuit. Setting them down on the part of the fountain he was standing on, now snow-free, he pulls out from another bag a winter picnic blanket, gently setting it down on the ground and them moving his stuff onto the blanket before pulling out some pocky and offering it to the pale figure before him.

"Now then, while you do have a point about villains, the same can be said of you, oh wielder of the wooden stick. So tell me," Mort takes off his gloves with the hidden leaf village symbol on them, revealing a mouth on each of his palms. "Are thou a villain thyself? And if so, do you mean harm? It would be a shame to have to duel with one such as you, considering we just met and the loneliness that is our lifestyle, or shall we partake in the binding truth that is our love for the beauty that is Anime by taking this treat and joining me on this veritable blanket of comfort?" Mort's posture has a slight tense to it, prepared to fight if he must, although he still holds out the chocolate pocky out with his left hand.
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Defeat them all? Every morsel of evil?

Vladimir's head tilted to the side while watching the strange fiasco that is Mort. Sure, he was a die hard Otaku who valued anime and popular trends over other peoples lives, but he had yet to own a dastardly body pillow. They were grotesque items made to satisfy those that bought them for the sheer idea of being with the character. Half lidded ruby eyes watched the strange boy display his theatrical wooing not in the least bit surprised that he'd speak so otherworldly.

The stick slipped from his ghostly grip dropping down to hit frosty white bricks. This odd boy called them Waifu's, and his brain felt like it'd been squeezed, pulled, and then rolled back into place like stretched taffy. The sparkle in his daunting look shifted into a more malicious intent, and Vladimir raised his arms clapping his hands together in a slow pattern.

"Impressive! Have to say, man, never thought I'd see a kid take out a bunch of body pillows and offer me a stick of pocky, but don't mind if I do," Vladimir cooed, a bright flash of his milky white teeth standing out among the blankets of snow around him in the likes of a smile. He wasn't friendly per say, but extremely curious about Mort's idea of a weeaboo day.

Otaku, yes.
Weeaboo... possibly.

Vladimir didn't have it in him to take a seat on any white surface due to the starkly night shade of his jeans. That'd leave an unimpressive print on his arse, and he wasn't in the mood to have to go home and change again. Instead, he reached out and snagged the free snack and gobbled it down in two bites. A snack was a snack be it free or thirty thousand yen. After the pocky was promptly plucked, Vladimir stuck his palms into his pockets like he'd done earlier. Comfortable, but mysteriously stylish.

"Aw, you caught me. Evil? Yes. Murderous? Sure, on any normal day, but when it comes to anime there's no denying that we share an awesome sort of taste! Man, I can definitely let you slide! Anyone who's a lover of anime is a decent human being in my book." He expressed his flawed logic and morals in the likes of accepting Mort out of sheer likability. Being who he was, Scream raised his knuckle and bit down on it as per habit. The boy truly was a prime target.

Out in the open all by himself. No a soul in sight. Snowy, cold, Vladimir's preferred season. The situation was perfectly set for disaster and momentary chaos, and he could live for that. Temptation of a different sort affected Vladimir unlike the uncanny anime love that Mort felt. Thirst for a different hobby. Vladimir crouched down propping himself on the heels of his winter styled boots. They were a rusty color on the soles, but not out of old age or red paint.

First thing he noticed was the odd set of mouth parts that decorated Mort's palms. Unsure of what those would do to him, Vladimir was incredibly cautious. Instead of flaunting his beastly quirk, he opened his mouth swiping a pink tongue over his fangs. "Love the hands, man. Love the style and funny looking mouths. Let me guess... You lick people to death with your hands?"
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Despite this ghoulish man's attitude, that of the slow clapping and catty look on him, Mort was relieved when the pocky was taken from his hand and entered this stranger's gullet as well as the stick being released to the ground. A sigh of relief escaped from Mort's mouths as he relaxed his stance. Pulling out another pocky he start's to eat it when the mysteriously unstylish (in clothing, the pose was nice) admits to being evil and murderous, causing Mort to comically make a small chocking noise before regaining his composure after hearing that he was cool in the ghastly-colored man.

"Well I'm glad you think of me as a decent enough human. And considering you did take the pocky despite admitting yourself being villainous I shall think of you that way as well. If it wasn't obvious already I aspire to become a hero myself."

Seeing this stranger crouch and realizing he was running out of ways to describe this man in his head, he was about to ask the strangers name when they asked a question instead about his quirk.

"While that would be an interesting way to defeat an opponent such as you or anyone else, these mouths are more then that! they can breathe! They can eat! they can pleasure a woman or man in more way then one! But their true power comes in the form that no mortal has seen the likes of! For with them I can call upon those ofHironobu Sakaguchi, Atsushi Ōkubo, and all of those who were unappreciated! Now Mortimer Greenweaver shall demonstrate his Power!" Mort pulls out his phone and starts up a song while taking off his shoes and switching to sandals.

"TO ME! EXCALIBUR!"

And with that he raises his right hand up in the air with the left slightly under it, he inhales with his mouth and mouths on his feet, now revealed due to the removal of the shoes. His hands exhale and form a one-handed straight-bladed long-bladed double-edged sword with a cross guard made of air, shimmering with a blue tint around it. The blade drops into Mort's right hand and bringing the sword down and striking an lame AWESOME pose with it.

"Just so you know, man-of-whom-i-don't-know-your-name-yet-but-would-really-like-to-know, You are lucky considering that up until this point I've only brought this out for battle. You are the first to see it when there is no immediate danger."


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HANDS! HANDS THAT DO THINGS! THAT'S WICKED!

Vladimir scooted closer on the tips of his boots eager as a beaver to see what all the hullabaloo was about. Mouth hands? Mouth feet? He has seen his fair share of odd, peculiar, and strange, but this odd quirk certainly took the cake in bodily disasters. A pale tongue swiped at his upper lip while watching the hands suck then blow air. The trick was magnificent to watch unfold, and when a wind powered sword appeared his eyes widened a fraction of their size.

"Oh-ah-HA! HELL YES! CALL OUT, CALL OUT! I LOVE THIS." The biggest grin flashed, and he almost lost himself in a world of glamour and pseudo-manga actions. Pillows and pocky long forgotten, the not Vampire rubbed his dry palms together making a hooting sound, "So theatrical."

"Who cares if I'm evil? Horrible or not, that's a neat quirk! Who knew having extra mouths could be such a plus, but that's incredibly weird looking. One, two... Five mouths?! Good lord, man," Vladimir coughed a wonky laugh, but he chilled out as quickly as he'd started. If having mouths on hands was odd, then maybe his own quirk wasn't so strange in comparison.

A massive sparkle danced around him, and Vladimir enthusiastically pumped his fists in a fit of excitement. Anime styled MOVE CALL OUTS! Not wanting to be left out of a quirk-show-off, Vladimir took note that this strange boys name was Mortimer Greenweaver. Odd, for that was an American name. He couldn't speak English to save his life no matter how many lessons his Father forced upon him, but being able to fluently speak Japanese made him begin to wonder why and how this rotten American managed to settle himself in Japan.

Clearing his throat behind a closed silver fist, Vladimir winked an eyeful of red before hopping up to a stand. There were several inch differences between himself and Mortimer, but height never concerned him, for he could easily flip the tables in a drastic measure. Sighing, Vladimir fanned himself comically before flashing out a flamboyant flop of his hand. "Love it. Absolutely love it. Adore it, even. So, Mortimer, glad to meet you out here in the middle of a lonely park where you're all alone. Didn't your Mama ever teach you to not go places alone? Strangers are dangerous, man."

Like Mortimer, but with a dash of hostile insanity, the egotistical bastard raised up his arms at either side of his body and hollered out a joyful, high pitched sing-song exclamation, "Octo-Daddy!"

Both his arms from hidden shoulder to the tips of his fingers shifted in shape. Each of his limbs quickly morphed from moonlit pale skinned arms to two long and twisting emerald colored octopus changes. He raised up both tentacles exposing the slick wetness of their suction cup, tanned undersides and vivid green skin. They were incredibly long compared to his normal arm length, and would certainly touch and curl against the floor around his boots had he let them drop, but instead he held them out and poked the rounded tip of a squishy green tentacle against one of Mortimer's hands.

"Suppose it's a little different, but I can change any part of my body that I so please into any animal that I know the anatomy of. If I wanted I could have changed into a lion, but I figured changing my arms to hentai tentacles was more appropriate for the situation. You know, with it being weeaboo day and all that. Have to stick with the mood, right?" Dark, mischievous chuckles erupted, and Vladimir wiggled his arms coiling his right tentacle around the other boys wrist. "Since you asked so nicely, by the way, my name is Vladimir Viktor Scream the Fourth, but I go by Vladimir or Scream. Either or, remember the name, for I'll be famous one day. Hopefully as a killer. That'd be pretty cool, right? Totally."

Slimy, wet, and awfully disgusting.

Octo-Daddy: The user is able to change their arms, hands, or fingers into functional puke green octopus tentacles. This is a move where the user attacks the offender with these gross looking limbs. The suckers inflict pain when plucked off of normal skin, and the limbs can wrap around their opponent if need be.

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Let it be known that Mort was never the best at reading the situation at hand. In fact his father told him day after day that his greatest flaw whenever he trained against his father in the boxing ring at the gym.

After summoning Excalibur and striking the pose he quickly dispelled the sword and stopped the music, after all, he didn't want to be detained for having fun. Hearing the boy's remark about Mort's quirk was refreshing, dropping his theatrics for a second. "Yes, yes, Although it has it's perks, most people would assume I'm a villain myself due to how creepy it is if Deidara was any indication."

Watching the fanged boy stand up and start to speak, Mort was unprepared for him to not only speak in a way that was somewhat hostile. The pocky of friendship was taken, eaten, and now stepped upon right in from of Mort, and that was kinda insulting to him to say the least, but Mort's hope would not waver. And waver it didn't for the boy was a shapeshifter! Mort watched in awe, his eyes lighting up in amazement, even letting out a small "By the Kracken's Might!" as he witnessed this spectacle of which most women would run away from yet the depraved would pay to watch said women to be around.

"By Ultros's Pervasiveness! I find your quirk to be impressive indeed! While making items out of air is one thing, you have the ability to take on an animal traits, the very thing that makes them powerful!" Mort starts to pull his hand away from the tentacle wrapping around his left hand, not quite ready to have the hole in his hand molested quite yet.

"And while I don't agree with the whole villain/murdering policy, I get that some people have certain...tastes that they crave...Vlad, you said? Yes, Vlad, I'll definitely remember that. Sounds Transylvanian or Russian, ya know I took a class, but could only remember how to say yes, no, thank you, and your welcome. *GASP* By Lisa's Might! I could make you into a DRAGON!"

With that thought Mort had almost completely forgotten that his left hand was being wrapped around by a slimy tentacle (although he was moving it due to the uncomfortableness of the slime) and pulled out his phone and started to look up something with his free hand, making sure that emergency speed dial was on hand. After all, there could be villains waiting to attack Mort or Vladimir.

"Vladimir of the Screaming Vampire, Have you ever heard of a game called Dungeons and Dragons?"

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Let it be known that Vladimir is exactly the opposite of oblivious. He knew what he was doing, when he was doing it, and why. Father always told him that he was annoyingly perceptive.

As soon as the sword was gone a flash of disappointment crossed his face. The item had been so cool in its glowing whimsical flush of wind. All good things must come to a close, and he knew that well enough by now that his brief moment of grief for the item was quickly discarded. Hearing Mortimer speak in a typical, normal voice was a relief, for he wasn't the biggest fan of theater.

Annnnnd he spoke too soon.

A deadpan crossed Vladimir's dark features, and he began to slowly inch his yucky limb further and further along Mortimer's skin. He wasn't aiming to violate, but rather to feel for a pulse. An odd habit of his, but the end of the tentacle dropped and applied light pressure to the underside of his wrist confirming that the boy was in fact alive and well. That brought a subtle frown touching at his lips, but he remained oblivious and feigned ignorance.

"Dude, this shit reminds me of Deidara a hundred percent. Ever thought about feeding them clay? What if they make bombs," he suggested brightly. His other arm, the one not currently groping openly at Mortimer's fleshy mouth hand, whipped itself at the ground before shrinking back into a normal human sized arm. Fingers cracked at the knuckle, fist flexing in and out to ease back into the anatomical weight of an arm.

Curiously, the tentacle slithered and tightened like a spring around his wrist, a thick part was inching around like an old ghost making soft suction sounds as the cups plop against the others skin. Thoroughly entertained, he was. Vladimir stepped in front of Mortimer tilting his head at the cellphone, vague interest being shown at the mention of a dragon.

"Can't do that yet, but I've been studying the anatomical structure of an old time dragon that was displayed in a textbook I was reading. So far all I've been able to do is add horns to my head, and all that does is make me look like the bibles version of Satan," he mused, but leaned further regardless catching a glimpse at the screen. Dungeons and... Dragons?

He'd heard of it, certainly, but never had friends a day in his life to play it with. His frown deepened, and Vladimir tilted his head like a lost puppy unsure of what to make of this dungeons and dragons request. Seeing as he'd addressed him as if his name were a noble title, Vladimir smugly pressed out a haunting toothy smile. Yes, praise him.

"Why thank you for giving me an awesome title, man! But, you're right on the money. I'm from northern Russia by the poles. And, by all means, I've never played this Dungeons and Dragons game, but I've heard of it! GOD, I LOVE DRAGONS, SO IT'S COOL! Can I be a Vampire? Since, you know, that's what I am. Least, it isn't my quirk, but my Father is a villain himself. Vampires, right," he scoffed, but found himself too curious to leave Mortimer alone.

... That arm was awfully close, too. The tentacle almost acted as if it had a mind of its own with the way it kept slipping its slimy skin up on top of the boys sleeve. Vladimir never said he wasn't going to attack or harm Mortimer.

Vladimir respects a man who likes anime. That's all.


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Still near oblivious to the writhing tentacle attached to his left arm, Mort's train of thought was derailed when he heard Vladimir say that he was already studying how to become a dragon. It was a shame considering he was going to try and provide a possible way to become a dragon through D&D, but there was another idea...

"Vladimir of the Screaming Vampire, while I was going to offer a look a a D&D guide book that has the anatomy of fantasy dragons, it seems that you have that under control. But even with that, yes there is a manual to become a vampire and not only is the offer of the guidebook still up there, I also offer you-"

'Parapa Paparapa..."

Mort flinched in surprise as he scrambled and flailed about to turn off his alarm. It seems that his time with Vlad had just about come to an end. Luckily that was the warning alarm.

"Well Vladimir of the Screaming Vampire, It looks like Weeaboo Day is coming to a close for myself today. It is a shame, but life must move on. Yet even with this curtain call, I still have time for the grand finale! I challenge you to a duel! A duel between what whas first strangers and what are now friends!" Mort bends over and picks up a stick about the same size as Excalibur, tests the weight and taps it on the fountain a couple times to make sure it works for him.

"The only rules are no using your quirk, call out you attacks, and to have fun! Well my new friend? Whaddaya say?" Mort asks excitedly to his new rival, getting the fitting music ready while waiting patiently for his answer.

"Oh, and to answer your question, clay is just a bad idea to put in a mouth. Didn't you ever hear not to eat play-dough?"
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How can someone possibly disregard their surroundings as much as Mortimer?!

Here he thought he could snap his pretty little arm, but the sudden alarm spooked Vladimir into releasing his wrapped hold on Morimer's flimsy limb The tentacle curled in on itself like a grotesque worm, and it quickly shifted back to its former glory of silver and moonlit skin. He dragged two careful eyes along the wind boys hands watching him like the observant seer he was. An alarm? Why did he have so many alarms? He'd heard one earlier, too...

"Dungeon's and dragons? Sorry, Morty, but they have to be real creatures. There's documented dragons and fossils that are openly displayed in museums that I can study profoundly. Listen, I've tried fake creatures. There's such thing as a young mind, and kid me tried his damnedest to turn into a Pikachu, and that ended in my wearing two casts and a broken collarbone," he explained, but kept his head chin high and his teeth shining despite his embarrassing story. True to his word he had tried to turn into a Pikachu out of sheer impulse, and the transformation was a failure. However, it was in that moment he learned to shift the colors of his transformations changing fur pigments from average browns and blacks to yellows and reds.

It was, in a nutshell, a useless skill gained.

He listened when Moritmier explained that his time was 'up' for Weeaboo Day, and he tilted his head to the side cocking up a smug brow trying to piece this strange puzzle that is airhead together. He had several alarms, he noted, and a strange quirk to boot. Silly speech patterns, odd way of dressing, and he carried a duffel back of anime women and men in his possession.

...Uh.

Black hair shifted back and forth freeing tiny bits of fallen snow from their inky grips. Jungle like thoughts of this stranger quickly vanished at the offer of a quick play fight. No quirks, no real harm, but true and unfiltered fun fit for Kings. Vladimir snickered like a band of thieves as he crouched and slugged his previous rat-poking-stick into his hands once again like a glorified weapon.

"Then, uh- uh... Morty the Blowy! I accept your wish to duel! I'll slay you like I slay my ex," Vladimir taunted, 'sword' being swung back and forth to the beat of the music playing in the stale 'arena'.

Feet angled themselves into a fighting style position he'd seen in an anime at one point or another. Knightly stance acquired, Vladimir shoved his stick forward whacking it at Mortimer's shoulder in an attempt to ruthlessly 'cut off' his arm. His 'sword' gleamed with its slightly icy coating along it's 'handle', and he bit out a hefty, haunting laugh typical of an 'evil villain', "HO! HO! HO! HO! I AM THE GREAT VLADIMIR OF THE SCREAM! WEEP BEFORE MY ATTACK, ICY WHACK!"

He did pause for a brief moment to respond in a bland, uncaring tone, "No. Play-dough tastes fantastic? Get a grip we're in a battle, dude."

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As soon as Mort hit the play button, Mort assumed a pose he saw when watching a HEMA fencing match. It was a pose that was meant for easier attacks, although Mort didn't know that, he thought it just looked cool. "I was going to put on some Naruto fighing music instead of this, but the implications of that combined with your pikachu comment made this pick perfect. Now then, let the battle between Vladimir of the Screaming Vampire and...eh why not...Morty the Blowy begin!"

And with that he was no longer Mort the human, but instead The Mighty Warrior Mort, and he was facing off against Lord Vladimir the IV of the Screaming and Scheming Vampires. Lord Vlad was the first to strike with the signature strike of the clan, and Mort blocked the incoming strike with a parry with such finesse that most fencer's would weep in shame. Mort, now seeing the power that his foe wielded he knew that he would be in for the long haul.

Mort heaved the mighty sword Excalibur into the air and exclaimed, "I can tell that your power is great Vladimir, but i cannot weep yet, for until I defeat you this land will always be restless. Have at ye, you leech!" And with that Mortimer made a mighty cleave through the air aimed straight at Vlad's left arm, but Mort failed to notice that the first icy blow from Vlad threw off Mort's stance, making Mort swing wide and causing the attck to be slower then he hoped. Not deterred, Mort yelled out with the ferocity of his forefathers, "Volstagg's Cleave!" as he attempted to strike his opponent.

In reality, all Mort did was parry Vlad's stick with his own, taunted Vlad and swung with his own stick while shouting out his attack like the dork he was, his mind stuck in the limbo between reality and fantasy for this fight.
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The entire fiasco was a joke, a shame, and an utter waste of his time, but Vladimir disagreed with his inner thoughts. Their recklessness boiling inside his brain egged him to further enter into the fray of an engaging, super, spontaneous fight among two powerful beings (i.e himself and Mortimer), but another, more sinister, side told him to maul, corrupt, and destroy Mortimer.

The internal battle was unneeded, for a beautiful parry captured his total and undivided attention.

A chilly, icy stick grazed along the surface of Mortimer's trusted weapon of choice, and he took a moment to bask in the glory that was his strike. There was a huff of mild amusement trickling free past chapped lips as the taunt toward him is tossed haphazardly to the wind, but he grabbed it and choked it down like a yucky old fish right into his attention starved belly.

"MUSIC IS FANTASTIC! Totally fitting for the mood, man. Care to swing again!? I'll have you know I'm among the scariest, baddest, and meanest of the Vampire clans! Have at thee!" He cackled out a mischievous laughter that tickled at his own ear and made his breath come out in hot puffs of cold air. The next attack directed at him, the one Morty the Blowy called 'Voltstagg's Cleave', came down like a thousand hot suns to his chest spurring a gasp to ring out in the unusually barren park.

A pale hand reached up gripping a wad of thin fabric between his fingers. Knuckles turned white at the chaos that is the wretched attack that ripped at his soul. Heels skidded against the pavement, his own weapon slipping free from his once tight grip onto the snowy bricked ground. Shoes stumbled, and Vladimir swung his arm up over his forehead resting down his wrist against silvery skin.

"I- I... I w-was not expecting s-such a... r-ruthless attack- GASP! M-My life! MY ENTIRE L-LIFE IS FLASHING BEFORE M-MY V-VERY OWN EYES! My wife... my KIDS! O-OH, THE HORROR," he coughed and sputtered like a true dying man. Vladimir stumbled forward and slammed his palms on both of Mortimer's shoulders before offering a tiny, weak, watery smile. "T-Tell... my kids... I left thirty d-dollars under my bed..."

In that moment he slipped to his knees falling like a dead weight to the earth. His body flumped down against the pavement, and he sprawled out rolling onto his back with his head angled ever so slightly to the right for that dramatic effect. Both eyes slipped shut for the aesthetic of death, but he peaked one open sneaking a glance at Mortimer making sure he understood his 'death' was not invalid.

To add emphasis, Vladimir made a gross 'bluh' sound with his tongue wiggling out, and he whispered, "I have died."
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As Lord Vladimir the IV of the Screaming and Scheming Vampires fell and uttered his final un-breaths, Morty the Blowy, Slayer of Vampires knelt beside his rival as he listened to the mighty undead's parting request. "I shall do as you say and honor your request, Vladimir, for you have earned it. Today you shall leave this world not with sorrow, but with peace. Goodbye...old pal. May we meet in the next life." And with that Lord Vladimir the IV of the Screaming and Scheming Vampires passed on with a resounding and prideful "bluh" letting Mort the Warrior pass on for now and letting Mort the Human come back into existence. Several moments passed before Mort spoke up again.

"Well! That was perhaps the most fun I've had in a while!" exclaimed Mort as he reached his hand out to his previously fallen rival. "I think that this is the start of a beautiful friendship! Whaddaya say Vlad-sama?"
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The hand offered to him was snatched by a slimy arm of putrid green. His tentacle firmly grasped onto the skin of Mortimer's hand acting as an anchor to hoist himself to his feet with. Once he was up he unattached his puke green limb from Mortimer not wanting to cause the poor bastard any harm. Heavy boots clapped at the heel to the icy floor, and Vladimir pat his body down by using two grotesque octopus limbs. A mere way of showing off his otherwise awkward and fumbling quirk.

Tentacles folded across his unzipped chest, and he tilted his head to the side glancing Mortimer up and down from head to two. He may have beat him in their silly battle of make believe fun, but he had to give him kudos for having a hellish career for acting. Satisfied with Mortimer's personality, actions, and surprisingly his unique quirk, Vladimir pressed a vivid grin showcasing his gnarly set of milky teeth and fangs.

"Man, I like you, Morty. You got a lot of funky spunk in you that I can respect, and I don't see a reason to juke you, so you can keep your stuff. Not gonna lie, man, I originally thought I'd be slitting your throat and taking your wallet since I'm broke, but hell! You're fuckin' cool!" His cackle was as warm as it was slicked in greasy oil. He was a cold blooded killer at heart, but damn was he a sucker for anime lovers and good quality fun. His smile had lost a majority of its hostility and was replaced by a friendly air. His tentacle arm (why he had it shifted was beyond anyone) raised up patting the end of its slimy suction cups on Mortimer's shoulder roughly shoving him. Boyish charm, it was.

"Can't say it wasn't the most fun I've had, but a thrill is a thrill! Say, I'll give you my number, da? If any freak or stupid human comes along and tries to fuck you up you give me a call, their name, and a brief description and I'll hopefully get the right guy or gal. Shit, if I hit the wrong person then so be it, but whatever floats your boat is fine with me," he nodded firmly showing off his 'friendly' charm in the ways of offering Mortimer a form of protection. If someone had to die than so be it! Friends did things for friends, and Vladimir was no exception.

He whipped out his phone from his pocket and yanked up his number flashing it forward to Mortimer. A heavy wink followed once he assumed the boy had collectively written it down, taken it into account, or put it in his phone. Once that was done he pocketed the sleek iPhone back into his pocket, arms back to their normal state of pale glory. They propped themselves on his hips, and he glanced around the park squinting at various trees, singing birds, and grey skies.

"Mmm... I'd better get goin'. I have a flight to sneak onto in about four hours, and I'm not so keen on having to rethink my way home. Making my way back to Tokyo is going to be a real pain in my ass, but bless me for being able to shape shift into animals, right?" He flashed up a peace sign at Mortimer as he stepped back a few steps beginning to turn to head out the park. He had places to be, people to fuck up, and blood to suck.

Flashing Mortimer a fanged smile, Vladimir took off in a jog with his jacket flapping at his waist, "See you around, Morty!"

The not so real Vampire dutifully dashed out the park like the roadrunner himself excited to return home and tell his Mama all about his brand new friend!


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As Vlad brought himself to his feet and spoke about his original plan on killing Mort, he was visibly shocked that Vlad wanted to kill him. Yet this encounter enlightened Mort, proving a theory he had for a long time: Even villains had qualities that could be considered 'good,' You just have to find it.

"Well it's a good thing you didn't considering I forgot my wallet! And I am quite glad to hear that my spunk is quite funk! As for the number I am quite honered to have your's, and I shall give you mine as well! Just Don't call me if it's villainy; gotta keep up an image so I can surpass Lucy Marvello, ya know?"

Taking Vlad's Number he quickly put it in as 'The Koolest Vampire Around' and sent a quick text so Vlad had his number as well. Seeing Vlad take off Mort gave his farewell as well to the Fake Vampire, waving him off.

"See ya as well Vlad! May your travels treat you well!"

Seeing Vladmir leave, Mort packed up his pillows, blanket, and pocky, making sure to put the stick he used to fight Vlad with his gear as well. Mort picked up his bags, put on his shoes and started to walk home when he sighed the deepest of sighs, but it was not a sad sigh. No, it was a sigh of relief and of happiness, for today was truly a close encounter of the weeaboo kind.

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