Hey Joe! Or NEW MAGIC WAND! Visell V. Delphine Pt. 3

Visell informs No Chi to take Nasrin To a safe house. She was reluctant but was obliged. Visell met No Chi and Nasrin at the train station and personally escorted them. Nasrin sets bugged and terrified the whole time. Visell tries to apologize. But Nasrin hides behind No Chi shivering the entire time. Visell feels even more certain of her decision. He is continually marred by Visions in the mirrors, lights, and shadows the whole way. With No Chi and Nasrin secure, Visell goes to visit Togisa at his apartment.
He opens the door with a peevish look on his face! "Shit, wassup? You make up with old Cleopatra ass bitch?" Visell dart towards him "Shut up(!)" She hugs him tightly and kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you . . . Toga(!)" Togisa is dumbstruck "What the hell, you not on more drugs are you." She retracts, pushing him away, and pouts. "Bite me!" she belts. Togisa-" My bad, My bad! But really Are you okay though?" She unfolds her arms. "No, I'm the furthest from okay I've ever been, but, I sure as shit have a mission on my mind! So that's a start in my book!" Togisa raises an eyebrow "and what's that?" Visell looks off to the side, starts to tear up, and bites her thumb. "Is . . . Goku-Musa here, I need to see the big old softy, you know." Togisa sighs "Yeah, he's in the living-" Visell pushes him aside, "Heyyy Goku!!" Goku-Musa looks over watching Tv, he smiles at Visell and waves. "Good to see ya big guy! Come on, hug your old girl, don't be shy!! Goku-Musa gets up and lumbers over to Visell "Ahhhh! That's the good stuff." Visell says wrapping her arms around 7 ft. Goku's waist.
Goku pats her on the head "Mmm(!)" Togisa rolls his eyes and closes the door as he snarks "I think Goku would definitely love it if you called him more, or Fuji; she cries every day because she thinks you don't like her anymore and Goku . . . I don't know what Goku's thinking half the time, but the big nizzu misses you!" Visell sighs defeatedly "I know, I know, Togisa. Just give me a minute, Geez(!)" She continues hugging. Togisa sigh, massaging his brow as he steps away to get a drink from the kitchen and comes back out to see her still hugging Goku. He looks up at him and shakes his head, disapprovingly. Goku lets out a sad "Mmmmm." Togisa takes a sip. "So, you gonna dog hump dude's leg all day or . . . ?" Visell retracts from Goku. And faces Togisa, She stiffly inhales and exhales. As her eyes drift open her penetrating scowl furrows. "I'm gonna kill that bitch!" Goku produces a look of shock on his have and points to himself "NANI!?"
Visell interjects "No, Not you, Goku! You're my big old teddy bear 1" Togisa adds "Fuji!?" Visell rebuts "NO!" Togisa takes sips "Dedestra?" Visell- "N- Are YOU on Drugs!?" Togisa- "Wait, Delphine! right, my bad! It's just you've been so pussy whipped as of late she didn't even come to mind." He punctuates with a cheeky shrug. "So, what brought you over the edge. The drugging you or the leaving you for dead. "Visell walks over to the couch and sits with her arms crossed, and softly groans "Shut up(!)" "Or do you even know why you're mad!? Ain't getting enough attention, or something? Even though we were here for you? But I guess a relationship void of the possibility of finger blasting just wasn't enough for you?" Visell looks down at the ground shivering in rage. She raises her hand and magnetizes the soda can out of Togisa's hand and slams it on the ground. A soft growl fills the dead air as she bares her teeth trying not to look at him as she clutches her arms again in rage, "Shut. Up!" Togisa grits his teeth and steps toward her, "What the hell is your major malfunction, Homes!? You've been acting like such a bitch since, Dedes-"
Visell springs up from the couch and furiously charges towards him, scowling profusely, glaring daggers into his soul! He flinches and steps back only to be dragged forward as she grabs his collar, and lifts him off the ground!
"She fucking killed Damien!!! And she killed her Mom too!!!" Tears cascade from her furious scowl. "She took both of them from Zempai!!! Okay, Mother fucker!? And Yeah! That fucking cunt she left me for dead and raked my house while my little sister was there!!!" She Shakes him. "She stole my key, my locket, my records, turntables, my gear, my peace of mind, my sister's love, my virginity, and Zempai, and she's probably freaking stolen my sanity!!!" Togisa panics and stares in astonishment, his heart drops, his feet dangling inches off the carpet.
"OKAY, ASSHOLE!? Would It kill you to not be a prick for five seconds!? Geez! I get it!!! I'm a bad friend and a desperate fuck up with a super soccer mom. JUST . . . give me some fucking MERCY! Okay!?" She starts to weep, as her hands loosen from Togisa's shirt and he drops to the ground. She starts to weep in her hands, sniffling and sobbing. Togisa looks up panting in fear. "For fuck sake, Togisa, I had sex with her! I had sex with the chick that terrorized the freaking love of my life . . . I promised, Zempai, but she was . . . I just wanted . . ." She throws her hands down "Fucking Christ, Togisa get off the fucking floor and hug me before a kick your skull in!!!" Togisa frantically gets off the floor and hugs Visell tightly and strokes her hair. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry." He says in a calm measured hushed tone. Goku-Musa looks down and shakes his head disapprovingly at Togisa. Togisa sighs defeatedly.
Moments later Visell is laying in Goku-Musa and Togisa's lap resting on the couch as they watch TV. Visell has a vivid dream about chasing Dedestra through the woods, by a river. She wakes up sharply after realizing it was a dream . . . just a dream. Visell rolls off of them, preens her hair and does some shadow boxing in the corner. Togisa being Togisa interjects, "You sure you wanna do this or . . . can do this exactly?" Visell snarks" If you're doubting me you don't know me." Togisa rebuts, "Naw, I'm doubting because I know you. You don't think shit through." Visell in defiance, "I made up my mind, and I have my folks wisdom to guide me. I'm good. So Is the plight of the Asiatic black woman."
"Famous last words, bitch!" Togisa interjects. "Look you already know their hideout and all, just go to the Spooks at this point." Visell, still defiant "Fuck the Spooks, this is personal! Plus they know where my family lives now. I may be the proud daughter of a Zumurai, but fuck the Government on this one. This is blood, love, and honor shit and that's older than society. Besides the Spooks are in bed with them."
Togisa rolls his eyes "*Sigh* Just don't get your unlucky ass killed . . . and punch that bitch I the taint for me, I spent the better part of high school trying to get you and Dede together, all thrown for a fucking wrench." "Now you're speaking my language!" Visell snarks with a smirk as she continues boxing.
"Honestly, I should've split that bitch's neck open the minute she barged into my house and tried to diddle me while Nasrin was sleeping in the same room!" She hears a rapping at the door. A male voice belts from behind the door. "Ay yo Vizzy!" Visell-"Tollen?" "Girl, who you think!?" Visell-"Password!" "Pass-? B-Bitch, open this damn door! My hands are getting numb!" Visell stops boxing and opens the door. Tollen shuffles through, bags in hands galore! He drops them on the shallow carpet! "God damn! All this shit set for this little middle school gathering?"
Togisa rustles over "Yo, yo, yo! What's up with all this shit!? How many people are you going to "invite" to my crib!? "Don't worry about it! It's just us. and the leftovers will be for you and Goku! It's not like you gotta pay me back, anyway! I've saved up my allowance and my money from odd jobs! I'm mad liquid!" Visell says with a confident air. Togisa's eyebrow twitches "*Sigh* Fine, just d-" He's interrupted by the sound of a lighter flickering. He turns to see Tollen, dirty feet all on the couch, lighting up a blunt. "Ay yo! The fuck is you doing bro!" Tollen takes a stiff puff and slyly says with a snicker "Enjoying the Geek show, Nizzu!" He lets out a raspy hardy chuckle! Togisa stomps over "Bro, I don't care if your Vizzy's brother, I'll beat that ass if-" Tollen tilts his black shades down, a blue glare shines over the rim. Togisa stops in his tracks, screams covering his eyes in agony! "AAHH! WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKIN' AT!" Tollen giggles in sadistic content!
Visell sighs
"Tollen leave Toga alone before you make him hurt himself!" She says with a nagging irked sternness. Tollen repositions his shades to cover his eyes, a satisfied smirk on his face. Togisa shutters and pants as he glares at his hands with his real eyes again. "So . . . many . . . wrinkles(!)" Tollen snickers at his anguish "Damn, Vizzy I didn't know your li'l boyfriend was still an old bitch!" A burst of raspy laughter fills the room. The blunt loosely dangling from his lips is snatched out of his mouth And a sharp nailed finger gun takes aim at his face, strings of electricity scatter around it.
"He's not my boyfriend, ass-wipe!" Visell grumbles in suppressed frustration. Tollen still giggling liberally puts his hands up, signaling surrender, a sadistic smile crawling on his face, almost reminding Visell of her mother. She retracts her finger as she crosses her arms and casually raises the doutch to her lips and takes a soft, even draw. As she exhales, she looks up, mesmerized by the smoke as it exits her mouth and dances on the low, off-white ceiling. "And he's not that much of a bitch . . ." She exhales sharply as she comes back to reality.
"But Toga's bitchness is another day's topic (!) Did you bring it or what?" Visell says with slightly stifled impatience glaring at Tollen with the side-eye. Tollen smiles with a snicker. He reaches over on his side and grabs the blue slim duffle bag on his person and casually tosses it over to Visell. She catches it with one hand and smoothly flicks the blunt back to Tollen. Tollen springs up to catch it in his mouth and with one strong pull, the sizable remainder disintegrates into a stream of ash, burning his lips as it disappears. His face turns purple, smoke violently blasts out of his mouth as he goes into a coughing fit. "God Damn!" He mutters
Visell opens the bag and unwraps the cloth-covered contents frantically. Lifting the last flap and dropping the cloth to reveal a short katana. Slowly shifting it out of the sheathing, Visell looks at her reflection in the sword. Tollen's redden lips reveal a smile, he whistles in awe. "Sexy isn't she?" he asserts with a snarking smirk. She pulls a piece of her long hair, drops it gently. The thin strand sways gently in the still air. WHOOSH! The hair splits into two. The piercing ring of steel fills the room. The luster of the unsheathed blade becomes partly blinding even in the dim fluorescent light. Visell exhales strongly as she relaxes. Collecting her stance, she brings the blade to her face to inspect her reflection. Togisa stares in awe as the bisected strand of hair lands on the carpet with a butterfly's grace. "Shit(!)" he mutters
"Oh yeah, she will do," Visell says with a toothless closed-eyed smirk and a hint of enthusiasm, trying to contain her excitement. Tollen smiles sadistically and proceeds to get the libations and snacks out. She sheathes the sword and flips her hair out the way. She moves in view of everyone and announces with her politician-like diction.
"Guy's let's have a celebration! I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but I just want you to know, I love you guys, I also invited Fuji so that's a whole thing, but, let's just watch samurai movies and, drink and-" Visell's phone starts ringing. She recognizes the ring tone and shutters. "shit . . .!" She says as all of her vigor and jubilated diction is crushed.
She fishes the phone from her cleavage, crossing her arms tightly as she answers casually, "Bonjour, mama, Comment vas-tu?" Naomi calmly replies in Bonshegii "Symown, My love, My little joy, My expendable dependent. What in the hell do you think your doing(!?)" Visell sighs defeatedly and retorts defensively, "Mama, I know things sound really messed up on my end! Look, I don't know what No Chi told you, but I'm taking care of it!" Naomi continues her volley "Symown, You let a cavalcade of hyenas stroll into your den while you were aloof!
And come home in some kind of stupor! And then HURT YOUR SISTER!? We're going to have a serious talk about what the rules of living under my roof are! As well as your behavior as of late. Little Miss Symownye Somis Shiazuki-S'Aloso Nyjhella No-Nandalls Na'Visell! You are out of hand young lady, what do you have to say for yourself? Any explanation?" She scoffs "Any excuses even?"
Visell tepidly says "Yes, Mother just please listen!" Naomi replies with nagging bewilderment "Well if have nothing but time to listen, love! I'm currently leaving Earth's atmos and on account the lovely couple I met at the terminal I was so set on, ahem, spending the night with is running quite late and-" Visell interjects "Ma!" "Oh yes, that's right. Your excuse . . ."
Visell goes to the Kitchen and tentatively explains everything that happened. "Well, that's quite eye-opening, You've ended up in quite an . . . intimate predicament haven't you . . ." Naomi says, puzzled, frazzled with trepidation, massaging her smooth chin in contemplation. Visell confers with a frank bearing "Yeah and like I said. I'm taking care of it, I swear. This is a personal thing now. On father! This is about Blood, Love, and Honor. For the honor of Kith and Blood of Kin! She's after me, and they know where we live, Nasrin, Tollen, even Sybelle may be at risk and I can't chance it. And Dedestra . . . I'm gonna end it soon. No two ways about it!"
Naomi snickers with a sadistic smirk and sensually whispers "You feel it don't you? That lust for blood, that thirst for domination, that ceasing desire to rip and tear your enemies apart. That pulsing desire that starts in your chest and ever so slowly lingers to your fingers and your toes, curling and spreading then, you feel it in your loins . . . it's almost . . . sexual . . . isn't it ?" Visell blushes sternly "Mom!!! EW!" Naomi snaps out of her trance "Oh excuse me! Don't mind an old woman like me! Perhaps I'm projecting memories of my youth onto you, Sigh! Perhaps that means you're just growing up too fast for me. But Symownye, are you sure you want to accept this responsibility and all its faults. Visell bluntly "Yes, Mother."
Naomi's smile curls rottenly to a dastardly grin as she sensually whispers "Well then . . . bring it, baby . . ."
Naomi hangs up the phone. "What sort of mess have you gotten yourself into, my dear little devil? She leans back into her chair gazing wondrously out at the expanse of space. Lets out a long sigh "Ahhhh. . .OH!" Her fingers curl. She looks down at her desk and giggles "Do go slower dear, no need to rush, your husband is none the wiser as you said." Little moans spur from below her belt. She unbuttons her suitcoat.
Visell, Tollen, Togisa, Goku-Musa all share laughs and drinks while watching movies. when Fuji shows up she spends fifteen minutes crying. After all, she thought Visell didn't like her anymore Visell cried with her because she's an infectious crier. They spend the night watching old samurai movies, Visell and Togisa fight over Visell hogging the only charger, and they all sleep well. Visell gets up at dawn and sneaks out.
She grabs the katana and goes to retrieve Dedestra's moped from the communal garage. She rides around the city aimlessly for a while, killing time and clearing her head. After a while, she arrives at Oligha's Records in West Shinetown. Memories of rummaging through their damn-near mile-long rows of records with Dedestra for hours on end flood her troubled mind. Visell and Togisa had part-time jobs assisting on a radio show here for a while, she quit after she got wrapped up in Delphine. She goes in and persuades the DJ, an old friend to let her say one thing on the radio.
"So Vizzy, what would you like to say?" he asks.
"Well, if anyone remembers, I and my friend Togisa used to do some work here for a minute, getting coffee, cleaning records, organizing stuff, the works.
Whenever we got to co-host, we got to choose a couple of songs in the line-up, if anyone remembers, there was a person I dedicated a song to every night. And . . . she's been gone for a while and I miss her bunches and all, but the only thing is . . . I'm still freaking mad at her." She plays with her hair.
"But, I hope she comes home one day or at least . . . lets me come to her. We have a lot to catch up on and . . . I found something out, something real' important and I think you'll be psyched to hear but, I'm afraid to tell you cuz . . . we may not be the same after." The sword by her side glares up at her. "But only face to face, okay!? She says slightly frantic before pausing for a second in contemplation. "Until then, here's one last one for you, Commie Cowgirl." "Hey Joe" by Jimi Hendrix begins playing. She continues to play with her hair and blush, looking down at the record spinning. Snapping back to reality she clears her throat and wipes her eye with her wrist. "Anyways, thanks man, I gotta go handle something."
She grabs the sword and walks out.