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Post by Ezra Walkins on Oct 26, 2013 2:25:15 GMT -5
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{ i'm a punk i'm a sinner i'm a lost new beginner i'm a threat to myself i'm a get Armageddon i'm a freak i'm a liar i'm a flirt i deny that i know it then i mess it up i'm a bit suicidal i'm my own worst rival train wreck white trash freak maniac psycho i'm a trouble making rebel made a deal with the devil i'm way past ever coming back }
Ezra had been ordered to hault his travels and take a plane to a town called Naruki. Apparently there was a proxy that he had to teach the ropes. Of course this did not sit well with Ezra. Why would he want to entertain a snot nose brat who couldn't learn shit on his own. Ezra sure as hell didn't need anyone to teach him the ropes, he learned by his damn self. But apparently the boy was a bit soft, and has been going about getting into all kinds of fights. The dumbass should at least had got into a few sparring matches with some of the fellow consecro members. He could work on his fighting skills and get a few tips on how its done out here in the big world. But since he didn't Ezra would just have to teach him. After his airplane landed, he took a cab to the consecro head quarters here in Naruki. He wasn't familiar on how ran this station, but the lazy bastard should of been the one to teach the kid. Not griping to much on this, he kept his compsure and thought about what it is he would have to teach the brat. He had guess that he should teach the brat how to be ruthless. Though he didn't know how to teach the male how to use his own balls, that should be a given for any man. But then again, the boy was young, at least that is what he heard. Coming up to the head quarters, he paid his fair and headed out. He only carried one bag, it had everything he needed, so he asn't going to waste any time bringing a entire wardrobe, to much work. As he was going up to the front door, a bum approach him asking for money. Looking down to the male and his cup, he gave a blank, lifeless stare for a moment. What a waste of human breath, the bastard couldn't even get a job? And now expect Ezra to take his money and give it to him? Fuck that. Slapping the cup out of his hand, he back hand the bum into the wall on their left After that, he headed to the door way, where he waited for the brat to arrive. "He's late...." TAGS: WORDS: 0000 STATS: ~HAN: 13||REI: 13||HAK: 12||SEI: 13||BUK: 12||HOH: 13~ NOTES:..
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Post by Jace Knight on Oct 31, 2013 19:56:13 GMT -5
Shit, shit, shit! Jace cursed inwardly after having realized what time it was. He had blearily opened his eyes to stare vacantly at the glowing red digital numbers across from him. After a few seconds, he actually saw what they said: eleven forty-six. "Fuck!"Cursing incessantly, he flew out of bed and scrambled for the nearest pile of clothing he saw, searching for suitable clothes for the mission that he was sure to be late for. It was amazing how fast Jace could be ready under pressure. Minutes later, he was hurrying out the door, pausing only to grab the white long coat that was supposed to be his uniform. However, the Proxy had no intention of putting it on until he was actually on his mission. He hated uniforms. With the coat slung over his shoulder, Jace walked as fast as he could, keeping an eye out for any landmarks that would tell him where exactly he was supposed to be going. He was supposed to meet someone outside of headquarters at noon to go on a mission. Apparently said person was some big shot who was going to 'teach him the ropes'. Why was this happening now? It might have been more useful back when he had first been forced into all of this. Did he really even need training now? He was doing good enough. Jace pulled the coat on soon after he saw the familiar building up ahead. Once he got closer, he saw that there was a tall, orange-haired man standing in the entryway. No doubt, this was who he was supposed to meet. He approached the supposed Guardian, trying to look apologetic though he was still iffy about the point of this outing. "Hey. Sorry I'm late..."
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Post by Ezra Walkins on Nov 2, 2013 18:27:22 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable] YOU TRY TO RIP ME BUT I DON'T TEAR AND I DON'T CARE
Ezra was beginning to grow impatient while waiting for the proxy. Is there a reason why they wanted him to deal with the brat? He was more than certain that there was other choices. Like whats his face, one of the guardians. He was never clear on the names of his fellow Consecro members. Mostly because he didn't give a damn, he didn't have time to deal with having to introduce himself to them. It would be a big ass waste of time for him, he was a bit on the impatient side, which is not a good thing for the proxy.
After waiting for a good ten or twelve minutes, the proxy had finally showed. At he moment Ezra was leaning against the wall of the Head Quarters. His arms were folded over his chest while his eyes remain shut. After a good minute in a half, Ezra raised from the wall and turned to directly face the male. His eyes now opened, he look the boy down for a moment, nothing special. He was a bit on the scrawny side. at least to Ezra. Maybe the brat should eat or work out more, shouldn't be difficult, there are gyms everywhere.
"Strike One." he finally spoke, only to warn the male that he was on thin ice when around Ezra. "I am going to be blunt, I am not happy about being made to come here. I would much rather be continuing with my travels, there is a big world, and many horrible creatures to purge of. So being ordered to stop what I am doing to help brat like you, doesn't make me very happy. Doesn't make me happy at all in fact. So just know, you have two strikes left. Now, follow" he informed him up front.
Ezra is the blunt type, he has no problem speaking his mind and doing as he please. Now with the male filled in, he headed down the side-walk. As he did, two brats, no older than ten, headed in their direction. Feeling something hit his chest, he look down to see a top of some kind. Looking to the brats, he step forward onto the toy, shattering it while also continuing on in his path.
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Post by Jace Knight on Nov 12, 2013 3:07:35 GMT -5
Jace had expected some form of response upon his arrival, but there came none. He waited a few seconds, wondering if the other man had even heard him. "Uh, hello?" He stared at the orange-haired fellow, waiting for him to react. There was no way he hadn't heard from this distance. Was he deaf? That would really make this whole thing suck. Maybe he isn't the guy. Jace had been about to leave when the man finally moved. Initially, the Proxy was shocked by how weird his eyes looked, but he didn't show it, not wanting to offend him when he was already late. That was bad enough. "Huh?" Jace gave the orange-haired man an incredulous look at the first thing he said. As the redhead went on, he only felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a bad mood. He could understand being scolded for being late, but this guy seemed to be mad at his entire existence. Jace didn't want to do this either. And then he had the audacity to order him around like he thought Jace was his bitch. For a few seconds, Jace only stood there, staring at the ground without any expression. He only looked mildly unhappy, but inside, he was raging. He wanted to grab the ginger fuck by his stupid hair and bash his face into the ground. He'd feel so great... if that were even an option. This guy was a guardian; he was probably stronger than Jace. Even if Jace could beat him, he would land himself in a shit storm if he assaulted a superior. He had to control himself. So after donning a stony expression, Jace turned and followed the other man, eyes dark as he stared into space. He didn't know how much of this guy he could take. He just hoped that this mission, or whatever it was, didn't last too long. Jace had decent self-control, but when it was breached, there was no going back. He would end up getting into a lot of trouble. Jace wondered what was going on when the redhead stopped for a moment. Then he saw some sort of toy drop to the ground. There were kids nearby, so it must have come from them. Jace didn't look in their direction again, not really wanting their attention. He wasn't all that great with kids and they made him uncomfortable. Besides, the other man would likely be the one to give them back their toy, since it had hit him. He had been wrong in that assumption. Instead of realizing that it was an accident and picking the toy up like any normal, sane person would, he stomped it and continued on his way. Now Jace didn't like kids all that much himself, but that was just wrong. He looked back to the kids for a split second, seeing the dismay on their faces as their toy was destroyed. He instantly felt bad, even though he hadn't done it. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said in a low tone, not even yelling, to his own surprise. He merely questioned the redhead, giving him an unnerving stoic glare as he walked.
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Post by Ezra Walkins on Nov 12, 2013 20:04:11 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable] YOU TRY TO RIP ME BUT I DON'T TEAR AND I DON'T CARE
Ezra held little remorse for the things he did, actually he held zero remorse. He felt it to be idiotic for someone to be remorseful for something they've already done. Plus, everything he did was for the good of mankind, at least in his minds. Though smashing the kids toy back there was nothing more than a simple reaction. He had to let out some of his anger somehow, right? The proxy didn't seem to like it very much, he was actually smart at the mouth. Sighing, he came to a stop at the curb, he had to wait for the light to turn before walking. This gave him ample time to set the brat straight, once again.
Holding up two fingers, he didn't bother to turn to face the male, to much work. "Strike Two, brat. Don't ever question my intentions. And never talk to me in such a manner. Now shut the hell up and keep on moving. We have to find a togabito or tainted spirit to purge of this world." he spoke in a oddly calm tone. His eyes remain close during the entire time he spoke, only opening when he began walking again. Looking in different directions, he wondered where it would be easiest to find a togabito. They should be lurking about somewhere, not like they'll be in hell.
Coming up to another child, his gaze narrowed as the brat took notice to the odd color and pattern of his eyes. Sighing he simply place his palm on the boys head and push him out of the way. He wasn't too rough of course, it still was a brat, he didn't harm kids. But his pushing of the boy aggravated his father, who had been inside a convenient store, looking from the window. The man barged out blabbering on and on, apparently the brat scrape his arm against a nail or something. Taking out a piece of tissue, he place it on the father's head. "Wipe it." was all he said before heading off once more.
This didn't sit well with the father, he grabbed Ezra by his shoulder to turn him back in his direction. Not making a move just yet, he allowed the male to do so. But when the hand upon his shoulder stayed, he had to do something about that. Grabbing the father's wrist, he quickly applied pressure to the sensitive areas, which caused some pain of course. The father retaliated with a punch, which Ezra dodged by moving is head. Sighing once more, he motioned forward with his free hand to grab the back of the male's head. Kicking his right knee, he manage to send the male forward. He used this to his advantage to thrust his knee right into the father's nose. It instantly caused blood shed, which Ezra could care less about. Looking to the frightened son, he narrowed his gaze a bit. "I apologize, brat." he spoke before letting go of the father and heading onward. "Come, Proxy." he commanded as he didn't check to see if he was following or not.
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Post by Haruka Nanase on Nov 13, 2013 10:37:57 GMT -5
I whip my hair back and forth Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 9 HAK: 8 SEI: 9 BUK: 8 HOH: 12 Finding Rin had been harder than he thought it would be. He looked all over that city they had been in before, but there was no trace of the man. He moved on from there, ending up in some other city. He didn't really have names for the places. He just knew they were different. This place definitely was different. He found a pool in no time flat. If he was unable to find Rin, there was only one thing he could consult for assistance. He stripped down instantly, completely stripping down, something he didn't do often. He needed as much of the water as he could get to get its help.
He got that contact to. The water slid over his body, slapping against it at times as the jets moved it around. Haruka was in absolute bliss from the caress of the water. He had nearly forgotten what it was he was doing to begin with, lost in the feeling the water gave to him. It was completely orgasmic. In fact, when Haruka dove down beneath the surface of the water, soaking himself entirely, he.....
Well now he was walking out of the building he had spotted the pool in. He was still dripping with water, unable to bring himself to dry himself off. He was at least clothed though. His clothes were just completely drenched, clinging to his skin in a way that should have been uncomfortable. To Haruka it was just water though. How could that possibly be uncomfortable to him? It was like his afterglow, only a thousand times better, and a thousand times more perfect looking than he could have ever looked if he was somebody else. Anyone else would have looked like a drowned rat. As per usual though, Haruka was flawless, looking like he was taken right out of some unrealistic Hollywood scene.
He was back on his hunt for Rin, feeling all kinds of refreshed and ready for that. He looked around, still not spotting the man. Instead he only saw a couple of humans, humans who looked like they were getting into some shit, clearly nothing that involved him. That was a bit of a downer, but he had to find the other togabito. He headed off in the direction of the humans, not knowing he was going to be seen anyway. That was just the direction his search had been going. He had no intentions of being drawn into that whole troublesome mess.
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Post by Jace Knight on Nov 17, 2013 13:40:11 GMT -5
Much to Jace's ire, the Guardian didn't even turn to face him, instead holding up two fingers and proceeding to treat him like his bitch again. So he couldn't be disrespectful to this guy, but ginger fuck here could be a total dick to him? Needless to say, Jace was really tempted to push the other man into traffic. The only 'tainted spirit' around here was him. Though he could feel a growl rising in the back of his throat, Jace kept control of himself. But this time, the ginger was the one who was on thin ice. One more fucking thing... He was close to just jumping the Guardian. Sure, he would get in a lot of trouble, but it would be so worth it. He did need to learn a lesson... Jace stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the redhead push some kid to the side. He couldn't have just walked around? Jace was about to say something when a man - presumably the kid's father - came out and started screeching at the ginger. And he deserved it. He had really expected the Guardian to apologize, even after the shitty impression he had made before. But no, he pulled tissue out of nowhere and told the father to 'wipe it'. Jace only stared disbelievingly after that. Are you fucking kidding me...?Watching the brief scuffle that ensued, he started to raise his right hand. It ended with the ginger pretty much breaking the father's nose. At this point, Jace was just about to grab the Guardian's shoulder, whip him around, and break his nose, but his hand stopped halfway there. An odd pressure had made itself known; oddly familiar, yet he knew that it didn't belong to someone he knew. Temporarily forgetting about the redhead, Jace let his hand drop to his side and turned around. Some guy with black hair was walking towards them. He was the source of the odd Reiatsu. And for whatever reason, he was completely soaked. Jace had no idea who this guy was, but he was walking over to them. Maybe he knew ginger fuck? "Uhh." Hopefully, the ginger would have already sensed it. Jace didn't really know what he was supposed to do. If the guy was going to attack, he would have already, right?
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Post by Ezra Walkins on Nov 17, 2013 22:12:50 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable] YOU TRY TO RIP ME BUT I DON'T TEAR AND I DON'T CARE
As he was walking along the pavement, he sense the same reiatsu as the boy. It was familiar, very, it nearly made him crack a smile. "A togabito." he commented while reaching into his coat. Pulling out a metal pole, it was about two feet, to those that can see it. Turning, he pace forward, passing by the bleeding father and pushing pass the annoying brat. "Look alive, boy. I said I was gonna show you the ropes, and here is the chance of a life time to learn second hand." he spoke as he came to a stop before the togabito.
Looking upon the soak male, his expression was blank, as if he was nothing but a hollow body. His gaze was cold, looking upon the male with striking eyes. "I must thank you ahead of time. You save me from having to go in search of someone of your same race. Just know, what I am about to do is for the best. Your kind must be purged." he spoke as the pole in his hand extended to its full length. Spinning it within his right palm, he grip the tip and launch forward at the togabito. Going into a spiral, he spun the pole over-head as he sent a horizontal swing to the left side of the togabito's head.
Of course he didn't care for what others felt, knowing full well that they were in a public area. He wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of his mission. Rather it was humans or even his fellow consecro members. If they get in the way, they will suffer the same fate. Unless the person is MIcans, who he has some deep form of respect for, oddly enough.
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Post by Haruka Nanase on Nov 18, 2013 18:20:50 GMT -5
I whip my hair back and forth Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 9 HAK: 8 SEI: 9 BUK: 8 HOH: 12 He was literally walking along and minding his own business. He let the angry humans do what they wanted to. Haruka had every intention of just walking around them. Apparently that was a crime though. It seemed that way at least, because the orange haired guy sure gave him a scary look. Haruka stopped in his tracks, not really out of fear or care, just because it was the natural thing to do. He heard what the man had to say, not really reacting to it at all on the outside. In his head he was a bit confused. He had to be purged, because he was... something. Well.. that was cool and all, but he didn't really feel up to being purged and all that. He just looked on past the man, seeing a nice empty street to walk down. He would just let himself out. He took a step to just that, but i didn't work out so well.
No, He was not going to be allowed to just purge himself of the man's sight after all. He had to take a huge step back. Really it was more like a leap in the end. The human thought it would be a good plan to swing a pole at his head. He still had to be purged, even when he didn't do anything to the man. He was just as bad as whatsherface bitch down in Hell. did he just give off an aura of someone who wanted to fight? He doubted he really gave off any kind of aura, so he assumed the answer to that was a huge no.
Even as he slid to a landing, he didn't exactly make any move to attack. Haruka wasn't feeling this whole violence thing. He had just gotten out of the water, completely relaxed. This was the last thing he needed right now. He looked past the orange head for a moment, glancing to the other humans who weren't doing anything, a couple of them looking clueless as hell. One of them seemed to have seen him before though. Maybe he could stop his insane friend? Well, Haruka would just leave that up to him. For the time being, he looked back to the redhead, expecting some more crazy shit from him. Wonderful.
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Post by Jace Knight on Nov 23, 2013 1:44:55 GMT -5
"What're you talkin' about?" Jace asked as the ginger suddenly started walking over to the odd wet person. When the redhead started talking again, to the other guy, Jace realized what was going on. He was like that other girl, those Togabito things they were supposed to kill on sight. But this guy wasn't even doing anything yet, and he didn't seem like he was going to. Moreover, they were in a public area... other people could get hurt if they duked it out here. And really, wasn't their real purpose to protect people? Going after Togabitos without any sense of preservation was purely contradictory to that goal. Obviously not thinking too hard, Jace quickly moved beside the Guardian and reached out to grab the pole before it hit the Togabito's head. He hadn't been expecting to actually catch it, but he did, even able to hold it back with some effort. He was quite surprised by this. He knew he was strong... but stronger than a Guardian? Even if it was only by a little, that seemed crazy. In any case, now wasn't the time to be acting surprised. "You dumbass! Start a fight here and we'll get in shit." He slowly let go of the pole and stepped back, wary that the ginger would strike out at him. If he did, Jace was going to look like a total hypocrite, because he'd kick the shit out of this guy the second he tried anything, regardless of their location.
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Post by Ezra Walkins on Nov 23, 2013 17:29:53 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable] YOU TRY TO RIP ME BUT I DON'T TEAR AND I DON'T CARE
Just as he pople headed for the head of the togabito, it was stop dead in its tracks. Apparently the proxy felt as ifhe should step in, bad mistake. Not showing much of a reaction, he knew that the pole wouldn't connected anyway. the togabito had already evaded the attack. Sighing, nowhe was force to dispose of the proxy as well. Once he let go of the pole, he lowered it back to himself as he retracted it back to its smaller size. Placing it into his coat, he held up three fingers, something the proxy should know full well of what that meant.
"The reports about you were correct.. You are a foolish, incompetent, brat. If it could be granted, I would love to end your life as well. But I can not...." hespoke as a sigh once again left his lips. Placing his palm on the back of his neck, he was somewhat surprised by the proxy's strength. It seems he was slightly stronger than him, which was annoying, but not something he would make a big issue out of. He would simply have to take out the boy as well, it shouldn't be difficult.
"Pain, something you will have to deal with very soon.." he commented as his eyes momentarily shut. The eight piercing rods along his arm each vibrated beneath the sleeves of his coat as they generated to his palm. Believe it ornot, he had activated his fullbringer when he gave that short quote. Not as if the other two would know or tell for that matter, which is why he knew this would work. Clapping his hands together, he released a sound of wave that extended towards the proxty and the togabito. If it doesn't fail, the two would be sent off their feet, causing them to soar through the air onto their back or through a building/wall. It really depended on where they stood, either way, Ezra didn't care. His focus was on exterminating the togabito.
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Post by Haruka Nanase on Nov 25, 2013 14:42:21 GMT -5
I whip my hair back and forth Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 9 HAK: 8 SEI: 9 BUK: 8 HOH: 12 He was surprised that the other human had come up and taken the matter into his own hands. He had grabbed the pole before it would have even hit Haruka had he stayed put, not that he was stupid enough to do so. He could at least be a little grateful that he was getting thrown a bone here. He really didn't want to ruin his good mood with troublesome things. He was seriously done with things like this. Every time he tried to get to Rin this sort of thing happened. He was trying to be a good person here. Haruka let out a long sigh, looking around. He was pretty set on just walking off and letting the black haired guy take care of this cool stuff for him. He seemed like he could handle himself just fine.
Just as he took that first step, the annoying guy decided to be annoying again. He was doing things that Haruka had all but paid attention to. Now a blast of sound or something had just flown right into Haruka out of probably nowhere. Naturally, he was sent flying down the street until he crashed into a building. Luckily it wasn't the pool building. He didn't want the water disturbed by debris. That only made it a little bit better though. Now his body hurt a fair amount. He got himself out of the hole his body had created in the brick, shaking his head to get himself together. Unknowingly he was creating some perfect hair flips. Even now he was flawlessly fabulous.
At that last hairflip, Haruka finally took notice of his hair. Well, he couldn't certainly use that for something. He shook his head again, and all the water that had been building up in his hair from the pool suddenly shot off the ends of his hair in several small masses that went flying toward to redhead. Haruka didn't want to fight, but that didn't mean he was going to just stand around and get beaten to a pulp. With his shots fired, he took to running. He pushed off from the building, and somehow his shirt opened up before flying off completely. His pants were weighed down by water as well, allowing him to slip out of them as he jumped, leaving him clad in nothing but his form fitting swimsuit, his skin shiny as it hit the water that covered it. It was a glorious sight to behold, hopefully enough for a momentary distraction as he leaped to the next building's rooftop to get the fuck out of there. It was the secret weapon not even Haruka knew about.
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Post by Jace Knight on Dec 9, 2013 5:27:40 GMT -5
"What?!" Jace snapped at the Guardian upon hearing that he would have loved to "end his life". All he had done was try to prevent a fight that would undoubtedly end in tons of collateral. This guy was nuts. Jace was willing the Togabito to run away so that the trifle would end when the redhead spoke again, saying something about pain that the raven deemed completely random and more than a little unsettling. Jace was forcibly flung backwards as a sudden force hit him. Taken off-guard, he was unable to stop himself as he flew down the street, hitting the ground twice before he hit the wall of a nearby building and dropped to the ground. For some time, the Proxy didn't get up. To be honest, he didn't really know what had happened. He just knew that he felt like he had been hit by a truck. He soon realized that the ginger had used some kind of power to attack him. That alone made him angry enough to push through the haze in his mind and get to his feet. "Son of a bitch!" All thoughts of the Togabito forgotten, he ran back towards the place that the Guardian and Togabito were probably fighting, shoving his hands in his pockets to make contact with his Sigil before giving the redhead a glare. "Last chance to stop this before I kick your ass!"
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Post by Ezra Walkins on Dec 9, 2013 23:43:25 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000, bTable] YOU TRY TO RIP ME BUT I DON'T TEAR AND I DON'T CARE
Ezra watch in amusement as the two were sent flying. Of course one wouldn't tell that by his facial expression. No, he seemed calm, as always. He held a contempt, but oddly blank stare, as he just watch the events unfold. The boy proxy was beginning to get on his bad side, it wouldn't be long before his anger forced him to mutilate the annoying brat and ending his life. It wouldn't be difficult, he could simply tell Ania that the boy as in alignment with the hell beings. Shouldn't be hard, he had the best poker face out of anyone that he knew. Plus, people tended to drift away from looking at his eyes for to long, to odd for their taste it seemed.
Sighing, he extended his left arm and sent his right across his chest. Touching against his shoulder, he rotated it around as his bone pop slightly. Cracking his neck left to right, he honestly was getting quite bored. He didn't even want to be here, it only put a dent in his plans. He should end this soon, first he needed to rid the world of this togabito. Then he could knock the boy unconscious and head on back to the states. If Mican's complained about it, oh well, he honestly didn't give a damn. Send another idiot to watch this dumbass and teach him the ropes. Maybe someone more tolerable for his pig-headedness.
Just as he was heading over to the togabito's location, he was force to head into a halt. Looking to his right, the brat was up once again, so annoying. Looking to the boy, he narrowed his gaze for a moment as the boy reach into his pocket, must be reaching for a weapon or something. He remembered humans used sigils, so he could be using that soon. Not as if it mattered to him, if he wanted to fight, they could, but he should be prepared for death or serious injury. "Hmm, you are a annoying one." he commented as he caught something from the corner of his eye.
Looking to the togabito, a wave of water quickly connected with his chest, sending him off of his feet and a few feet back. Landing on the ground, he rolled a few times before being stop by a park car. Laying there for a bit, he decided to take his time getting up. It gave him time to access the errors he had made. After nearly a minute, he raised back to his feet. Dusting off his coat, he look to his arm and saw that it was scuff with blood. Sighing, he lowered his sleeve back into place as he look over to the togabito, who had already vanish. Shrugging, he decided he had to teach the boy a lesson then. Pacing towards him, he stop from a few feet away and tilted his head for a moment. "I guess I would have to teach you a lesson. I hate when brats get in the way of my work. Your stupidity has really began to urk me. So I could either violently thrah you or kill you, take your pick." he gave the male two choices to pick from. It as not as if he cared either way. The boy will not end this without having a few broken bones.
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Post by Jace Knight on Dec 10, 2013 19:49:16 GMT -5
Jace didn't say anything back to the Guardian at first. He knew he was probably being "annoying". This guy deserved it. He needed to learn that people weren't going to bow to him all the time. Hell, he wasn't even that strong compared to some of the things Jace had run into before. He had no idea where this guy had gotten such a superiority complex. Jace struggled to keep himself from laughing when the redhead was hit by a blast of water. He knew it was bad considering they were supposedly both on the same side, but this guy was a dick, so who cared? For whatever reason, the ginger took a long time to get up, and so the Togabito escaped. But even then, Jace knew that it wouldn't end the fight at hand. After a minute or so, the Guardian finally got up and gave him a strange ultimatum. Apparently, Jace had a choice between getting killed or getting thrashed. He didn't really know who would actually pick either of those, but he had no intention of picking one anyway. "Neither," he replied before taking a quick glance around to ensure that no one was going to be caught up in whatever was about to happen. Luckily, the street had cleared up after the water blast. Given that he had implied to the ginger that he was the one about to get beaten, Jace expected an attack of some sort. And if it was another of the invisible shockwaves, he had an answer for that. He could only assume that it was something he could cut through himself. Even if he couldn't, he had means of preventing himself from getting flung backward again. With those things in mind, he let his right hand become covered in liquid steel while it was still in his pocket, waiting for the moment when he would need to counter.
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