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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 11, 2018 9:05:00 GMT -4
What an interesting conundrum which Maxi finds himself at this very moment. He had recently watched several shows and read a lot of manga on, obviously, anime heroes. For the villains (and even several of the heroes), he had actually noticed a very specific thing on them: their intimidation was one of the main factor for the tone of the episodes/pages, it was what stuck the most to the audience. When the villain would show just how uncaringly cruel he could be, how a hero could show what kind of monster he can become or how merciless he can be. Those scenes, in a good series, always stuck with their fans, to be quoted and fantasized about for years to come.
It was a huge factor in their popularity. Popularity is what Maximillian is aiming for in his future hero duties, to be memorable and a fearsome opponent, who will strike fear of death upon the villains and a fear out of respect for the innocent. If he were to become a fan favorite among the masses, he'd need one liners, he'd need to learn the attitude and how to incorporate it into his heroism. By no means was Maximillian ever an idiot: too much intimidation and he'd just be seen as a villain or a corrupt hero. A man who just wants to be violent and not be bothered by the law, someone who just wants to cruelly terrorize all villains. Not enough intimidation, however, would just paint him as some sort of pathetic weakling who barks at nothing, whose attempts at intimidation fall flat and into deaf ears. By that point, he wouldn't even get the honor of having the infamy of too much intimidation: he'd just wallow in obscurity, the exact thing he vowed to fight from the very day he chose heroism as a carreer to follow in school.
There was also the problem that posed itself, since words alone can't give intimidation itself. He needed power, visible power to show and be feared. The words that come out of a paralyzed ant would never have the same weight and power as the exact same words coming from someone immensely powerful, like some sort of world ending threat. Of course, this example that he whipped up had a very good pinch of good ole' hyperbole, though the message was still there: he needed to grow stronger if he wanted to truly be intimidating to everyone he met.
So there it was: he needed a change of personality, proper training when it came to interaction, speech and eye contact and, most important of all, he needed power.
Rubbing his tanned face with his equally as tanned hand, he gently tugged upon his skin to keep himself awake at the face of such a tiring problem. He could deal with the power all he wanted, though he'd need someone to help him learn it. Thing was: who would teach him? The only hero he knew who was truly intimidating was Jasmine and god fucking forbid him ever asking her for help. The others who knew how to intimidate were villains. Good fucking god, he was so desperate that, if he were to find one disguised as a citizen here, he might just turn a blind eye in exchange for some training in intimidation.
Though these things don't fall into one's lap, do they?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 10:31:14 GMT -4
To say that Alaster was in a bad mood was as much of an understatement as calling the Sun a warm ball of light. The only reason Alaster was here today was to go practice his shooting. There were plenty of things going wrong for him in the past week alone. First, his already souring relationship with the rest of the gang he worked for had become exponentially worse. Ever since that horrifying and embarrassing thing that that lamprey-tongued bitch made him go through for losing that damn drinking game, he had become a massive laughingstock within the gang. No one feared him or took him seriously anymore ever since he had to prance around the city naked. The fact that he already had a bad work relationship with his boss Eyes did not help, either.
Alaster was worried that some idiot would recognize him, even while disguised as the reclusive writer Harry R. Krowe. The last thing he needed was unnecessary bad publicity to ruin his book sales. He was so close to getting the money needed to buy a house for him and his girlfriend Meiko to move into together. The last thing he wanted or needed was a major setback like this.
Then there was the fiasco at that obstacle course. That crazy soldier had put Alaster and Nick through hell. And for what? Just for kicks, and to try out some prototype bug armor he stole? Alaster thankfully wasn't injured, but he had to show his quirk in front of Nick, something he was really hoping to avoid.
All in all, it was safe to say that Alaster was in a very bad mood. In fact, he was like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off at even the slightest provocation. Unfortunately, it seemed that fate was ultimately determined to provide that provocation.
"Holy shit! The naked guy! Is that you?!"
BOLLOCKS!! Alaster began seething with rage as a foolish teenager approached him. "Your hair looks a bit different, but you look a hell of a lot like that dumbass who was prancing around town the other day declaring that he was a lowly pig who lost to some Serpentine person."
No, no, no! Don't lose your temper! Don't lose control, Alaster! You're Harry R. Krowe right now, not Crowley. Don't do anything rash. Just tell the idiot that he has the wrong person and send him on his way.
Unfortunately, just as Alaster began to explain that he was not the person that the teen thought he was, the teen took out his phone and started to play a video. A horrifying video that should not have ever existed. There Alaster was, prancing naked and doing what Nari told him to. "Ha! I knew it! You're squinting here and your hair's all messed up here, but it is you! Wait till I show my friends this and tell them I met the actual white haired dumbass! What a fucking loser!" He began laughing at Alaster.
That was it. The provocation that would make Alaster snap. Suddenly grabbing the teen's phone, Alaster put all of his strength and rage into throwing the phone on the floor. He then stepped on the damaged phone repeatedly, breaking it beyond repair. "Hey, my phone! What the hell!!"
However, the boy's words fell on deaf ears. All Alaster had in mind at that moment was pure, unadulterated rage. Grabbing the fool's throat, Alaster began speaking in a low and dangerous tone. "I'm having an extremely bad time at the moment, and that video did not help at all. Pick your next words carefully, you worthless sack of shit. Depending on your answer, I may just have to do to you what I did to that shitty phone. Go on, speak! I dare you. I double-dare you, motherfucker! Say shit about me one more goddamn time!"
The teen literally pissed his pants and was on the verge of tears. Quickly realizing that he had made a grave mistake, Alaster let the boy go and was about to apologize. However, the boy beat him to it. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have made fun of you! That was insensitive of me! Please don't hurt me!" Crying, the teen ran as far away as he could. Damn it! This was bad, very bad! Alaster was screwed! How the hell would he get out of this without trouble?
And to make matters worse, there was someone right there, who had seen the entire thing.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 13, 2018 21:44:22 GMT -4
Dear oh dear, by what chance has god laid such an oppurtunity upon his innocent lap? Of wishes of getting to know true cruelty and intimidation, of solemn desire to be someone who can strike great fear, it is with almost immediacy that he sees someone do what he needs, to get himself in such an inescapable position, the perfect deal-making, table turning bargaining chip! Smiles and grins were all that Maximillian the snake had within him, as he decided that very moment that it was this man, mr. vanilla ice-cream head that would teach him about intimidation. To channel his anger and making a convincing, bone-chilling threat like no other!
Ah yes, this man, whoever his name might be, would be his fitting vessel for evil, intimidation and the sort! With offers one couldn't refuse and words that tasted like poison of the mind, surely, he would make this vanilla-cone accept every single one of his demands. Maybe one of his demands would for him to open his god damn eyes for once. Even for asian standarts, he had never seen anything like this, it was almost ridiculous. ...Matters for later, that's for sure, to be quite honest.
In a manner that would almost be classified as some sort of snake-like sneak to Alaster, Maximillian emerged right behind Alaster, letting the man know by now that a presence, one of great power, if he were to go by sheer presence alone, right behind him. Creeping cold of something that wishes upon him harm, what he instead got was a noticeably gentle hand laying upon his shoulder. A young voice, of a boy in the cusp of his youth, speaking with the tongue of many a silver-tongued criminals before him. "Dear oh, dear, such a shameful display of evil and criminality upon these very military grounds! Lucky you though, nobody saw!" He assured Alaster, letting go of his shoulder to quietly slide to his front, tilting his head backwards while his eyes looked at Alaster, that golden glow along with his unsettling smile not showing the intimidation he wished to show, more of.. creepyness. As if he was some sort of horror monster. "Save for good ole' me, Mr. Milkshakes in person and boy -- do I like to run my tongueee!~" Course of course, he could always get right to the point, but where was the fun in that? Maxi knew well by now that Vannila Ice Cream was really not a good person, possibly even a villain: it felt appropriate to tease him.
"I can stay quiet though, for aaaaa.. hmm.. traade!~" Maxi announced happily, using a little impulse from his left foot to stand right on his right, doing a ballerina pirouette only possible thanks to his control over the ice, which didn't let him lose his balance and fall. Stopping, he lowered his head a bit, looking at Alaster from down below. "Wanna hear my trade?~" Maxi asked, holding that position quite well: a completely horizontal torso, while standing up on only one foot. Today, he was feeling weird and eager to cause some spooks, so, he had to act like not himself that much. Broaden his personality, which is necessary if you are going to try and learn how to intimidate if you've never even tried it properly before.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 22:56:15 GMT -4
No, no, no! Damn it! Bollocks! This was bad. Very bad. Alaster had done the one thing he tried so hard not to ever do. He let his villainous side show while in his civilian cover. Alaster needed to leave, right now! The last thing he needed was for the teen to return with his parents, or even worse, the police.
To make matters worse, someone had sneaked up on Alaster. He was so worried, he didn't even notice the young man approaching. Damn it! If he were an assassin, Alaster would have been wide open for an incredibly easy kill. Fortunately, it seemed as though that's not why the man approached Alaster. Unfortunately, he did confirm that he had seen what Alaster did.
Startled, Alaster quickly turned to face the young blue haired man. He instinctively reached for his concealed pocket knife, but stopped when the stranger did not make a move. It seemed that he was interested in talking. And oh boy! Referring to himself as Mr. Milkshakes of all things, he seemed to be blackmailing Alaster. It did not come off that way, but behind the silly words and movements, the intention was there. Alaster gritted his teeth and growled.
"What the bloody hell do you want? You think you can just blackmail me? Why don't you piss off before you see firsthand just how angry I can get? I don't mind getting my hands dirty if I have to."
Unfortunately, it seemed as though threatening to snap "Mr. Milkshakes" was not going to work out for Alaster. The last thing he needed was to get even more unwanted attention. Alaster could not afford to get arrested now. He needed to be there for Meiko. It seemed as though he didn't have a choice. For now, he would play ball.
"Hmm, on second though, perhaps there's no harm in humoring you for now. Very well then. What "trade" do you suggest?"
Alaster was curious as to what this young man wanted, but at the same time, he grew more and more annoyed by the second. This better not become yet another thing I regret doing. God knows I've made more than enough blunders for a lifetime.
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 17, 2018 12:31:38 GMT -4
The gall of this little bowl-hair cunt, to think that he still has a say in this matter! For him to think he had a say in the matter to begin with! At the threat that Alaster uselessly shot at him, Maximillian got to see first-hand how weak intimidation could be if the opponent didn't fear you at all to begin with, if you didn't have the power showing to give your words weight. Unshaken at best, uncaring at worst, Maximillian was just about to use his powers when Alaster seemingly grew a brain, calmed his shit and acted reasonable, willing to at least hear the frozen boy's demands on the trade before doing anything else. Better for him.
His semblance eased up, even his sharp eyes seemed to widen just a little to show his casual, friendly nature. Sliding away from Alaster again, in such an efortless motion one could really only point that to his quirk, the boy opened his lips to finally speak something that, surely, Alaster would never expect. "Oh, you see.. it's not exactly a trade, more of a demand, ya see?~ It's a situation you can't really reject, can you, villain?" Yep, he had just made an accusation that was akin to a shot in the dark, if that shot in the dark was an accurate sniper round pointed directly at a very clear red beacon with the flashig neon words reading "Villain" on them. He didn't need direct proof to see it, it was plastered all over his face.
He was just like Jasmine. Hell, he may even be worse, actually. Prone to violence, threats that he could clearly see had some meaning behind them, a general demeanor that screamed disguised murderer. Besides, the gut feeling that Maximillian got when he saw his true self towards just a quirkless teen was immensely strong, impossible to ignore: A sinking feeling within the very depths of his bowels, the apparent freezing of his blood, the ragged breathing of shock that took his mind for a second. He was genuinely scared for the first moments, only to be overwhelmed by a great feeling of relief: Alaster was surrounded. By quirked people, by heroes, by students and by well armed, trained army combatants. In this situation, Alaster had no bargaining chips, compared to the figurative mountain that Maximillian held.
"You see, heroes don't know how to do it and the only one who does happens to be my greatest enemy!~ So, if you'd be so kind as to teach me the basics on intimidation, I'd be willing to zip this mouth and turn my back to what I just witnessed!" Making deals with a villain, to learn how to use a villanous trait to push forth his own heroic agenda. Only he could really do something that insane with that amount of confidence. Internally, the young boy sighed and hoped that, above anything else, he doesn't come to regret letting this mysterious villain escape, even if he gets something back from it. If anyone else died because of his willingness to let him to, how would he live with himself? He had to make sure to not let this happen. Correction. He would make sure it did not happen.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2018 9:59:27 GMT -4
Who did this guy think he was? Was he seriously threatening Alaster? Alaster just stood there and listened. Did he really think that he could make demands and get away with it? How adorable! Alaster smiled, but his smile then faltered a bit at being called a villain. The man wasn't wrong, but still.
"My my, aren't you being presumptuous! Here I am having a really shitty day. Well, more of a shitty week, to be honest. Anyway, I'm feeling very down and upset, and some rude kid comes up and pisses me off further by showing me video proof of something utterly embarrassing I did that I'd rather forget about. What do you expect me to do in that situation, not be upset and angry? Wouldn't you be, or do you expect everyone to keep a cool head at all times? It's not my fault I'm only human."
Sadly, simply reasoning like this would not work. This guy probably thought that Alaster had anger issues or something, and he thinks he could take advantage of Alaster's outburst. It didn't matter. Alaster decided to go along with this guy's game for now.
Ah, so it was intimidation that this fool wanted to know more about. Alaster smirked. Of course this guy would be too spineless to know how to come off as intimidating. But if he truly wanted to know how to instill fear onto other fools, then Alaster had no trouble enlightening him on the basics.
Still, Alaster did not trust this person at all. How would Alaster know if this guy would even keep his word? He claimed that he was a hero, but that meant nothing to Alaster. He had seen corrupt people label themselves as heroes. Just because one had a badge, cape, or license, that didn't mean that they had a sense of honor.
"Very well, 'Mr. Hero', I'll teach you. Despite your rash and unfounded assumption of me being a villain from just one tiny regrettable loss of control, I'll share with you what I know. But be warned. I'm a man of honor, and I don't take kindly to those who don't show that same sense of honor. I do hope you're not an idiot who fails to keep his word. Surely you must know that any time someone breaks a deal, it never ends well for them. Karma is such a bitch, after all.
"But surely I don't need to worry about you breaking your word, right, 'Mr. Hero'? After all, you're one of the good guys, and good guys never lie, right?" Alaster smiled. He decided to see just what kind of man this guy was. Alaster would of course keep his word and teach this guy all about intimidation, but he was determined to punish this fool should he break his word. If he thought that Alaster would be too afraid of doing anything out in public in fear of law enforcement, then he was very much mistaken. Alaster usually tried to err on the side of caution, but if his cover was blown and his outburst made public, well then he wouldn't have anything left to lose, now would he?
"So then, if we're both in agreement, then let's shake hands. Afterwards, I'll tell you what you want to know." Alaster extended his hand out, seeing if Maxi would accept. "Oh, and before I forget, shouldn't you introduce yourself or something? Or is basic manners too much for me to expect of you, Mr. Hero?"
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 18, 2018 19:08:03 GMT -4
Did this asshole really think he was in a position to bargain!? Intimidating as he is stupid, what a damn bargain, huh? Honestly, the gall of someone who was easily surrounded by dozens upon dozens of people that could drop him at any moment, to still spout dumb crap like that was either extremely ballsy or extremely stupid. For the sake of learning, he was actually going to force himself to just believe that this guy was just extremely ballsy and leave it at that. Don't want to lose respect for a teacher before he even tries to teach you something, right? Right, yeah.
What wasn't right was that Alaster quite probably picked up on Maximillian's doubt, his internal conflict when it came to actually making good on his promise to let him go and stay quiet, in exchange for valuable teaching for intimidation. The way he even put his hand up for a handshake was just to test him further, Maxi found: by forcing him to shake Alaster's hand, he was forcing Maxi to show his trust and lack of apprehension to the whole deal, the first tell if he was lying or not. In retrospective, it was incredibly farfetched for Captain Vanilla Ball to take his word for it, that a hero would simply let him go in exchange for being taught in the art of intimidation -- just to speak on how unlikely and unrealistically stupid it sounded, Maximillian himself quietly confessed that even he wouldn't believe something like that.
What was an eternity for Maximillian's rushing mind was but a second or two of hesitation outwards. On one hand, he could learn the basics of intimidation, to be given the tools to progress it on his own and grow as the "arguably evil, undeniably cool hero" archetype he was aiming for. On the other hand, he was letting go of someone who, apparently, was confident enough in his own abilities to stay as ballsy and undaunted in front of a massive threat like a military camp itself. What he was actually considering on doing could not only bring consequences, it could be a catastrophe: for himself, for his friends and, most importantly, for innocent bystanders. By doing this, he could be dooming countless lives.
No matter how many times he has had this thought, how many times he has quelled it with assuring himself that he'd just stop this man anytime he tried anything, no matter how many times he told himself that he'd just stop it, it still burned in his mind. Could he live with himself, knowing that even for a second, he put people in such tremendous danger? Could he live with himself with such tremendous guilt, that for even a second he spent in the face of evil, he acted unheroically, that he faltered?
Yes, it had to be this way. There was no other way and, honestly, it was something so mild, something that mattered so little that it wasn't even wrong. Hell, this guy might just be some retard with anger issues! "Don't sass me, every second I spend knowing I'm not stopping you is a second badly spent." Maximillian said in his most clasically british condescending tone, going from the get-go looking down on Alaster not in relation to his power, but the man himself. Getting hold of and even giving his hand a strong squeeze for a proper handshake, a little smirk appeared on his face when he let Alaster feel the terrible chill that the boy's skin gave off. Being around him was hard, but one could adapt to it. His skin? Unless you were physically tough, you could easily get hypothermia from this shit. "Don't make me fucking regret this." Mr. Milkshakes warned, finally letting go of his hand, even backing away to give Alaster his so desirable space, quietly waiting for the lesson on intimidation he was expecting.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2018 11:22:48 GMT -4
Oh boy. This guy just didn't want to make things easy for Alaster, did he? Even as he reluctantly shook Alaster's hand, Alaster could feel a chill. Not just metaphorically, either. It was clear that whatever this guy's quirk was, ice or at least temperature was involved. Still, Alaster did not let the cold faze him. He had been through so much worse.
"All right, let's begin our lesson." Alaster did not really have any sort of plan. In his opinion, intimidation was not just something to be taught, at least not by a person. No, experience was the teacher here. Alaster had been through so much crap throughout his childhood and adolescence. It hardened him and made him into the unfeeling and mostly uncaring person that he was. Alaster would try to draw from these horrible experiences as he explained to Maxi.
"In case you didn't already know this, there are two types of people in this world. Predators and prey. It's important for others to be able to recognize from a glance just which of the two you happen to be. When you can successfully give off the aura of a predator, then you have succeeded in intimidation.
"But how does one do this? How can someone give off that aura of intimidation? Of being a predator? Well, there are many ways of doing so." Alaster made sure to speak slowly and clearly so that even a complete idiot would understand. He hoped that Mr. Hero here would at least grasp the basics.
"One method is in the eyes. People often say that the eyes are the window to the soul." Alaster then began to squint, as he usually does when in his villain persona Crowley. "Sometimes, if someone cannot see your eyes, then that might be even more frightening and intimidating. That means you cannot read them. You can't tell what they're thinking. It can make them unpredictable. And sometimes, nothing is scarier than the unknown.
"Of course, there is a flaw to this. If someone cannot see you, then they may think that you're not scary at all. That you're just trying to hide your cowardice and fear. That you are, in fact, prey rather than predator. In that case, all you have to do is show them your eyes and prove them wrong."
For reference, Alaster usually keeps his eyes squinted at almost all times. There are only three instances when he opens them enough that anyone can see into his eyes. The first instance is when he is with his beloved girlfriend Meiko. At this point, his eyes are full of love and light. Alaster is at his happiest, and his eyes reflect that. The second instance is when he's in his civilian persona of Harry R. Krowe. Here, his eyes are friendly and warm. Of course, this is merely a ruse disguising his true feelings of distrust and isolation from others.
The third instance of Alaster's eyes opening from their usual squint is when he glares at a person he despises so much, that he wishes to unleash complete and utter oblivion on the poor fool who manages to piss him off enough for this to happen. When this occurs, his eyes are cold and dead, almost like staring into the dark abyss of death itself. When Alaster's eyes are like this, any hopes for his victim to receive a quick and painless death are immediately extinguished. Nothing will satisfy these cold demonic eyes until the victim has been writhing in pain for hours, every inch of their body twitching in bloodied pain, and their voice hoarse from having spent hours screaming and begging for mercy that will never come.
When Alaster opened his eyes to stare into Maxi's, it was with these sadistic and evil eyes. To call them cold and unnerving was as much of an understatement as calling the Sun a warm bright ball of light. If Alaster's eyes had Maxi's ability to cool down the area, the entire military camp would be completely frozen over, everyone dead of frostbite and hypothermia from extreme temperatures colder than even absolute zero. If Alaster's eyes had a voice, they would be taunting Maxi, telling him in a sadistic and demonic voice that nothing and no one would be able to save him. He would be dead on the spot, or at the very least wish that he was, so that he wouldn't have to experience the hell those cold murderous eyes of Alaster's would put him through.
After four seconds, Alaster blinked, and his eyes went back to the faux cheery and friendly eyes of Harry R. Krowe. Alaster then spoke to Maxi, speaking in a calmer and friendlier tone than the eyes he showed earlier would suggest. "So before I move on to the next part, I just want to make sure you got all of what I said, Mr. Hero. Ready to move on, or do I need to repeat myself?"
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Sept 29, 2018 19:43:29 GMT -4
What he was telling him actually sounded a lot like what someone he already knew would pull on a regular basis. His eyes full of hatred, squinted, cold and even somewhat violent were just like the eyes that he sometimes saw from Jasmine in his nightmares. Well, his nightmares in general, where he'd be cornered, that stare would overtake him and, right when he thought he was dead meat, it would always end. He'd sit up in a panic, with cold sweat beads gently rolling down his forehead not from the head, but from the stress. His hands would be shaking from instability, his chest always felt like exploding out of his ribcage and, at the worst times, he'd actually be weeping in fear, his throat in terrible pain from trying to choke back his whimpers of fear and weakness.
If he knew intimidation, could he ever do that? He wanted to find out, though what he told him left it vague enough.
What would he do? Showing the eyes and hiding them both sometimes proved as good ways to make the intimidation gain the most power possible, though doing both of those were typically impossible. The general emotion behind it, at least from what he saw from Alaster's genuinely unnerving eyes were that showing a sadistic sort of anger, a cold demeanor towards the person's humanity and the silent threat of imminent death were the key things to proper intimidation.
What could Maximillian do, though? The boy didn't have a single evil bone on him when it came to anyone, not even villains, actually! As much as he was ready to fight one at a moment's notice, to give it his all to make sure justice was made, he never wished to do what his eyes suggested, not even for a moment. His parents had taught him well, to forgive and forget, to love thy neighbor and all that jazz. Jazz... Jaz... -- Jas. Jasmine.
Oh yeah.
Maximillian did have the single evil bone, his first one and quite easily the strongest one he ever thought he'd ever get in his entire life. The way that his face changed, even now, whenever her face came up to his mind. A mixture of fear, contempt and rage, the snide tone his voice would always gain whenever he spoke of her. The way his hands twitched and readied up attacks by themselves without his direct imput and the way that they always tended to ready something that could easily be lethal. If there was anyone he hated and despised enough to use what Alaster had taught and showed him, it would be her. She wasn't here though, so he'd have to use the next best thing to tap into that ingrained evil within his mind and let it all out, to really let the mortal animosity buried deep inside his heart to burst out, that being -- of course -- seeing Alaster as he sees Jasmine, even temporarily. It wasn't hard either, aside from him already looking feminine, he had a lot of her characteristics: sarcastic, rude, intimidating, hateful. Hell, he could even smell the fucking bravado coming from him.
As a matter of fact, changing his perspective of Alaster even gave him the perfect idea of how to make his eyes both visible and invisible at the same time! How great, having an asshole for a teacher actually served him better than what he expected. To test out this newly acquired knowledge, he would even punish him for being a villain. Well, at least fake it out though, so far, Maximillian has showed nothing but contempt towards him, a clear unwillingness to let him go and, hell, even his handshake to "seal the deal" was flimsy at best. Though that last one wasn't intentional, he could always spin it as so. Soon after his conviction as met, Maximillian walked just slightly closer to Alaster, to make sure that they were still within range of each other, since this was about to get fun. A wall. What came first was a wall to box both of them in, surely a sudden move that would leave Alaster stunned, maybe angry. Probably both.
"I've listened to enough of your bullshit, Krowe. You won't have to repeat a thing." Some things to point out there. As an avid lazy ass that spent most of his time inside his dorm doing much of nothing, sometimes he came across some books, wether in physical or digital form. Knowing of the "up and coming" autho with a British name was nothing surprising coming from someone like him, specially with a bias towards the british as big as Maximillian has. To him, while the people may not be the best, their literature was one of the greatest. Second, Maximillian's voice changed almost drastically. It was still his voice, it wasn't distorted or anything, though the sheer tone. Cruel, cold and deeply hostile. It gave him the deeper side to Maximillian, one that held pure, sustained cruelty and nothing but contempt towards him.
Either way, the cold mist that emanated from the wall mixed with the cold that Maximillian himself created and, soon, the box in which they were in became a sort of misty hellscape, where the only thing properly visible in the frozen boy was none other than his eyes.
A striking gold coloration on them, with black slits as irises down the top to the middle, they were incredibly noticeable on their own. The fact that, whenever using his powers, specially with the mist helping, they'd light up in an equally shiny, golden color. Now, just like an approaching train in the thick of the mist, Alaster was trapped and about to be run over. Weaving quietly through the mist, Maximillian raised his right arm towards the author, the palm of his hand wide open towards him. Ice began forming in front of it, soon taking a distinctively sharp shape, growing bigger, colder, sharper. "The funny thing is, as you slowly bleed out with the spear through your stomach, they will hail me as the hero that stopped the bad guy. Such a beautiful world, isn't it." Whoa, Maxi, too real. This was all a bluff after all, where did that ever come from? Was he actually growing resentful of the deeply "black and white" philosophy he was observing from a lot of people these days? Was he growing resentful of himself for displaying such tremendous hypocrisy?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 10:07:02 GMT -4
Alaster watched Maxi very closely. He hoped that whatever the boy was about to do would not be too disappointing. However, Alaster did not need to worry about that at all. What came next unnerved even him, and he was not one to be unnerved so easily.
It suddenly got cold. Very cold. In both the figurative and literal sense. Were Alaster not experienced first hand with this sort of intimidation, he probably might have pissed his pants like that kid from earlier. The smile on Alaster's face vanished upon hearing Maxi talk. The guy was like a different person. Alaster now began to question whether this guy was even a hero at all. Someone crazy like that would easily feel more like a villain than a hero.
To make matters worse, the ice user had summoned an ice spear. Bollocks! Was this guy seriously about to impale Alaster on the spot? Was the guy that crazy? Alaster was shocked to find that his breathing had gotten faster, his heart beating quickly and ferociously. He was trapped! There was nowhere to run. If the guy wanted to kill Alaster, there was nothing he could do about it.
Alaster then looked directly at Maxi and began laughing, any trace of uncertainty gone from his face. "Wow. Just, wow! You're really good, Mr. Hero! I must admit that even I got a bit unnerved from that! Well done! Not many people could succeed in making me lose my cool like that. Very commendable job!"
After clapping for a bit, Alaster then began speaking more seriously. "Still, I see room for improvement. For instance, the ice spear. As cool as that was, you should not really need to actually use it. One who is truly a master of intimidation does not need to draw out a weapon or threaten to attack. Their appearance alone should be more than sufficient to get the message across. The instant you take out a weapon is the moment you lose all sense of intimidation. It can actually lead to the opposite effect of making you look weak, since you'd need to rely on a weapon to actually pose a threat. Remember, less can often be more.
"Also, there's that line you spouted about being hailed as the hero who stopped the bad guy. First, not exactly striking fear in me. More corny if anything. Second, wow, arrogant much? Third, they would most likely call you out for killing someone rather than hail you as a hero. After all, who said I was a bad guy? You just assumed I was from just one tiny regrettable loss of control on my part. It's not my fault I'm only human! I just had a really horrible day, and I lost my temper after someone recorded me doing something utterly shameful and embarrassing. Then he made it worse by threatening to make it go viral. Wouldn't you be upset in that situation? Wouldn't you be pissed off and tell the boy to fuck off with that bloody crap? I'm sorry I can't be all cool and uncaring like you, Mr. Hero!"
Alaster did not know why he was still trying to reason with the guy and convince him that Alaster was no villain. The ice user seemed far too stubborn and unreasonable at this point. Still, no harm in egging him on a bit. Who knows, perhaps the ice user would become annoyed enough to show even more intimidation. Even if not, Alaster just wanted to piss the guy off. It was honestly fun.
"Oh, right. I forgot that you're one of those kinds of people who just assume that anyone who has a regrettable violent outburst just has to be evil. After all, people aren't allowed to be upset and lose control. Everyone just has to keep calm and cool like you, right Mr. Hero?" Alaster hated judgmental people like that. People not believing Alaster when he tried to tell the truth was what started the man's path to villainy in the first place. It was funny how people seemed to cause more problems than they could fix. It's why Alaster could never take heroes seriously.
"Anyway, back on topic. For a first attempt, you did well enough. So, are you ready to try to intimidate me without your ice this time? Or would you rather go on about how I must be a villain just because I went overboard with my anger?" Despite the very real possibility of things being able to go horribly wrong for him, Alaster was having quite a bit of fun with this.
WORDS 769 TAGS Maximillian Tychus Kane NOTES For someone being blackmailed, Alaster is having a surprisingly fun time |
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Post by Esperia on Oct 23, 2018 3:11:31 GMT -4
Maxi 31x2=62
Alaster 31x2=62
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