[CLOSED/OPEN] I'm not so bad once you get to know me--then, I'm FAR worse.

[perma_banned]

CHARACTERS: Ban & Guests
DATE: Allll of October
WARNINGS: violent bounty prompts
SUMMARY: First week or so at Perdition's Rest

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[perma_banned]

Ban had never actually told anyone to get in a bag, before. Despite popular opinion he hadn't actually kidnapped children and eaten them in his cave--even if it looked like he was currently trying to do exactly that. He grinned despite King's speculation, pointing at the inside of the bag. Maybe King was just drunk enough to be curious. So, Ban held up a fork and showed it to the Fairy King before tossing it in the bag.

"Look, look-- Hear? It didn't hit the bottom of the baaaag! It doesn't have a bottom!"

[agrizzlysin]

King was at least drunk enough to lean in close (albeit warily) and try to hear when Ban directed him to. The fork really didn't hit the floor. It must have been a magic bag. This was an interesting fact, but it did not explain why Ban wanted him inside of this magic, bottomless bag. King's eyes narrowed as he met Ban dead eye to crazy eye.

"And?"

[perma_banned]

The heated stare between the two of them hadn't gone unnoticed by the other patrons. Between the two sins, there was clearly a bit of heat and irritation mingled in with obvious insanity. It was a flavorful combination that usually managed to lead into a gunfight or knife fight. What they didn't know was that this was the same tension that came from any regular old conversation between both the fairy king and the immortal.

It usually went the same way. Ban's hand shot out as he tried to grab King by the face. Talking was for chumps. He wanted to try out his magical bag.

[agrizzlysin]

Unfortunately for King and Ban's fellow patrons, Meliodas wasn't there to disrupt the rising tension. Unfortunately for King, Ban decided to take up this job by reaching out to yank King into the bag himself. This was not how King had planned to spend today. He was used to that by now though.

King grabbed for the frustratingly strong palm surrounding his face. Trying to utilize one of Chastiefol's forms in this crowded bar would do more harm than good, and it was probably overkill anyway. That didn't stop King from wanting to stab Ban through a lung; it just stopped him from actually doing it.

"What are you trying to do?! I may have bought all our stock before, but that doesn't make me stock!"

[perma_banned]

"C'mooon, I wanna try iiiit~!" His hand latched about King's face--Ban shoved King's face towards the open, endlessly black interior of the bag. He would find that, regardless of King's head and shoulders, the bag would have happily gobbled him up.

If King fell into it, he would find himself in a semi-lit void--somewhat cold and filled with a whole lot of money and an assortment of clothes. In fact--two pairs of shirts would have immediately vanished from the bag and landed on the table where Ban was seated.

He would stare at the clothes, visibly confused.

[agrizzlysin]

With little choice but to slice Ban in half at a later date, King found himself shoved right into the open bag. He landed on a pile of cash ("Dammit, Ban, who'd you steal all this from?") while his precious helmet bounced onto what appeared to be a lingerie set. King blushed a wild shade of red before snatching it out of the underwear's clutches.

"Dammit, Ban! Let me out of here right now!"

Not only was he now stuck in some bottomless bag of stolen treasures, but he was stuck there without Chastiefol! Ban had better not do anything weird to his sacred treasure, or a bit of stabbing vengeance would be the least of his worries.

[perma_banned]

It was a success. Ban gaped as King simply fell into the hole and all sound from him vanished. Chastiefol landed with a light little pillowy thud on the table. Grinning, Ban stood up and padded to the bar, lifting up his bag of holding--which he summoned coins from.

"One room and a keg to go~! It's just meee."

Allowed to head up to his newly bought room, Ban slammed the door shut and set down the keg on a nearby table before reaching into the bag of holding for a brief moment. He yanked King out of the nether like a magic trick(it was) with a delightful grin on his face.

"It wooorked! I used the extra money to get a keg for the rest of the night!"

[agrizzlysin]

There was no more shouting, no scolding or struggling. King was yanked out of the bag not unlike a sack of flour. His only answer to Ban's giddy claim of success was to raise his hand and chop two fingers through the air.

Chastiefol, in its iconic first form, came flying through the door, splintering a hole in the wood before soaring straight for Ban's back.

[perma_banned]

"What? Not impressed by my--" Ban's mouth opened to continue that sentence and he was cut off by a piercing retort. The spear that hammered through his back and out of the front of his chest came out streaked in blood, which burst and splattered on the floor and wall of the room Ban had been so proud of.

Ban seemed more annoyed by King's dispassionate look than the spear that had torn itself through his upper body and left a gaping hole in him.

"--So, you're not impressed by the room? Come on, didn't you hear? --I saved enough to get a whole other keg for the night!"