Two Assholes One Spaceship

[smithandwesson]

Who: Genjo Sanzo (smithandwesson) & Trafalgar Law (kikoku)
What: Two Jerks With Big Egos Pick a Fight in an Old Abandoned Space Ship
When: 7/30
Where: Ruined Ship Just Outside Nadril
Warning(s): So Much Cussing



((OOC: Continued From Here!))

'Minding your business' my ass!

[He is pointing at law with the rudest of intentions at this point. His voice gruff and his eyes glaring directly at the other man as he screamed out.

That was his dammit! How the hell did you do that!?]

Fucking thief! You give that back!

[Those were his brownie points you ass!]

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[kikoku]

[Law pauses here a moment, his reckless urges not being quite as rampant as some other people he's familiar with. Whatever this random equipment might be, is it really worth getting in this fight and possibly getting shot if he doesn't play his cards right?

Probably not, but he also doesn't want to concede defeat because he's deeply stubborn and this guy's attitude is pissing him off. Regardless, he pulls the glowy object out of where he'd stored it.]
Well, if you insist.

[He gestures, and low and behold, the object is now in Sanzo's hand. In his gun hand. Where his gun was. Where's the gun? Well, Law has it, and he's cracking open the chamber to take all the bullets out, which are going into his bag. He looks incredibly smug as he looks back up at the blond man, brandishing the now empty gun.]
Did you want this, too?

RIP these two idiots

[smithandwesson]

Tch'.

[He was practically scowling at this point. His brow-line creased fairly severely as he simply continues to walk forwards.

Idiot touched his gun.

No one ever touches his gun.]

You really think you're tough shit just cause you can go switching things around at random, don't you?

[Law may have the gun now but Sanzo seems to give a rats ass about that as at this point. Instead of standing right in front of Law, looking up at him as if he was still the fucker who held the upper hand.

Give it back. Everything.

I am not warning you again.

[kikoku]

[Law's horribly unconcerned. He's stared down men literally twice this size before, and he still had his gun on him.]

If you think it's "random," you clearly don't understand what it is I'm doing. I think we're done here.
[He steps back, preparing to Room himself out of the altercation, but he's forgotten the crucial fact that the radius has been severely limited, and his attempt to teleport across the room and walk out the door results in him merely walking right into the wall next to the door.

At least it causes him to drop the gun, but he's DEFINITELY aiming to bolt before the guy can either laugh at him or demand his bullets back.]

[smithandwesson]

[Well at least the asshat was smart enough to back off before Sanzo had a hand in what he was planning to do. Not that he was not still moderately curious as to what it was Law did in order to cause things to appear and disappear like that. Was he a teleporter?

In fact, Sanzo was taking the whole altercation surprisingly seriously... At least until Law had decided to apparate himself face-first into a wall.

Smooth move there guy.]

Pftt--!

[Right. The guns down, he's best off keeping from agitating Law any further. None the less the whole situation only further solidified the thought that Sanzo was quite happy to not be cursed with any flashy powers.

Sometimes there were benefits to having perfectly normal limitations.]

Let me guess... Completely intentional right?

[Well... He tried to keep from being too snarky at least. Witty one-liners were part of his nature though.]