I'll have you choke on your own demise

Holy damn I actually forgot I had one of these.

Now to work on forgetting it again.

So while I was rummaging through some boxes, I swear I'll tidy things up permanently one day I found this:


( ooc cut is ooc )

...holy damn, that's old.

For those wondering, that's me, Kyrie, and her older brother Credo, back in the days.

[[ooc: Yeah, art not mine, even though it's gorgeous in its simple way. Whatever.]]

Hi. My Name's Nero.



...happy now?

Yeah, yeah, another disaster bullshit, oh noes, you thought you were all in a happy Stepford-wife-family-even-if-you-still-managed-to-be-ridiculous, whatever are you gonna do now. 

Get the fuck OVER it, for the chrissake. If everyone keeps flailing like that someone's about to lose an eye and then it's all ping-pong or something.


...yeah.


Back to watching Equilibrium now.






...uh. Kyrie. Sorry about that.

...home.

Fucking assholes stop getting in my way if you don't want to get sent to the hospital with two bullet holes up your asses!

Hardly have money for a hospital bill, for crying out loud.

That said... back in about... next year. Haven't slept since December 30th.

Tsh. Christmas. Right. Santa Claus could just blow himself if he can't stop the maniacs from pulling those fucking rituals. Only more work for me. Goddamn it.

New Year's Eve is going to be a riot.

( ooc: Nero wouldn't give a flying fuck about your lj cuts )

I knew the guy was a downright fag.

Stupid memes.

Annoying Christmas graphs.

And new people.

What is this, Retards'r'Us?

...what... the fuck... is this...

I'm not pleased with the way these fangirls keep pairing me with this jackass. But turning Kyrie in a... a... well... that.

Fucking. assholes.



[[ooc: Well... I actually like that fic. A lot. But I figure that Nero might just be really fucking pissed.Which, well, he is. Oops. Bad mun.]]

...yeah. Point taken. I'll start ignoring certain assholes that come up in this place. I seriously don't want to know what that guy does in the internet, for crying out loud.


Yesterday we finished our move, but now I'm stuck in this stupid mission with a slippery bastard. Meaning I probably won't come home tonight, Kyrie. Don't wait up. We'll start those lessons when I'm back, alright?

So I actually managed to buy that place. Easier than I thought, though the landlord actually seemed scared of me.

 Guess I gotta go take on more things that go bump in the night for a while to make up for the money, though. Figures I'd need the doorbell ringing the most when I'm running away from it. Whatever.

Kyrie, do we have any more boxes? I swear, I had no fucking idea I owned that much stuff.

One of these days, I'd like people to understand that just because I saved their asses once, I'm not taking it as a hobby. I surely can't be the only demon slayer around in the neighborhood, for crying out loud.

Also, Killua, there have been Basilisks sightings around East of the island. Get your ass here before I kill them all myself.

Yeah, how about someone warns me before a dead guy appears in this place? That might make me not want to punch someone in the face.

Also, those memes going around just make me remember how much of you are actually highschoolers. For the Chrissake, they're retarded.

On another note, I've got to say my fandom isn't so bad after all, if most fangirls do stuff like this. Free music related or that reminds that fangirl of me for download, none of that weird fiction and fanart shit. I had most of those songs already so I can vouch that it's pretty badass. Now do yourself a favor and get musically educated.





[ooc: ...hur hur, shameless plug there. But hell, it was handy for Nero's fandom post? I'm all about the music sharing anyway. Rock on \m/]

[ooc: Nero learned how to voice post. Beware.]


*LAUGHING* *SO. MUCH. LAUGHING. HERE. ADD SOME CLAPPING IN THERE, TOO*

Hahahahah, whoo... oh, man, I take it back. You're all so fucking hilarious.

Without wanting to cop a cliche, I can safely say that guilty pleasures are the toughest to break. Why was I even considering switching jobs.

I'll be out for a while.

Kyrie is coming back from the mainland tonight, we're going out for dinner, since I really doubt she'll want my measly attempts at cooking.

Anyway, while I wait, this war web comic is making my day. Cracks me up, I tell you.

So I'm bored and I'm browsing around for new combos in the net, and I find this video of me doing an SSS ranking, and my air guitar taunt.

And then I look further, and I find one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourgoddamnteen videos of the same thing.

...that's 14 videos of me doing the air guitar, in some cases for at least one minute straight.

That's, really, really fucking sad, you people. "Nananana, why don't you get a job?" and all that bullshit.

Useless question which I'm sure you wouldn't give a rat's ass about:

Take a former demon hunter. What other career could they follow, in your humble (...yeah, right) opinion?

Most demons that were unleashed by that old fart either fled away from the island or were eliminated by yours truly. That's about what I'm doing alone with no pay for not being able to prevent it. The townspeople can just manage to dispose of those weaklings without me.

Meanwhile Kyrie left to the mainland to take care of some legislative bullshit. It's actually kind of interesting to see her all business like and even though she has zero experience in this type of matters, she seems to be doing pretty well. Guess she does take after her brother after all.

This makes me hella bored, though, which is why I'm probably writing all this shit. I've organized all my CDs once by alphabetical order and twice by genre and alphabetical order. That gives me about four hours of entertainment, but still doesn't change that the house just feels goddamn empty.

...that, and I don't feel like job hunting. What a crock.