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Post by Kozue Ito on Jun 28, 2020 7:45:05 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
You don't just tell someone that's crazy when they kind of sort of got'cha wrapped around their finger and flexing their mad skills on how they don't have to try too hard to find you. That chick was one cool cat and he had mad respect for her, but there was no flipping way he was going to point out that this area was the number one freakin' vigilante's stompin' ground to someone who already knew that. Ain't no one with their head on straight gonna go trouncing around here, but apparently there were some goons here who had something both he and Daffodil needed! Classy lady like Daffodil didn't like getting her hands dirty and he wasn't exactly elegant, but this wasn't his first rodeo. He may have been a little rusty compared to before, but that just meant more thinking things through and sorting it out.
Sooooo yeah, he was back in Musutafu, entering the lion's den of what he liked to call Vigi Ville...all to get the information on some solid, good fabric that would work nicely with various types of quirks. God, for a bunch of big brained folks who could make this stuff, the villain was crouched up on a chair behind a blackout curtain, reeling in on the irony. His goggles at least helped so that his freaking glowing blue eyes wouldn't sell him down the river. Honestly, he just wanted to quickly kill these nerds off and steal the information, but according to Daffodil's sources, they were going to discuss something off record in person. Plus, this place was just a front store, so he'd have to get the location of their main warehouse as well.
Which no one had to tell him twice, this place was freeeeeaaakin' tiny!
Trying so hard not to let out a hella heavy sigh...he managed to succeed despite his bubbling frustration trying to boil over into impatience. Low key, he wasn't big on this mission since it was a warm night and he was literally layered up to conceal his skin and had a mask over it on top of that. Maybe these chuckleheads would finally say something interesting soon...he was so booooooooooooooored! Why did getting the proper materials have to be so hard?! There had to be an easier way of doing this...ughhhh!
Oh well, he'd worry about it if this didn't work out according to plan, which at this rate...it might not.
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Post by Akiva Xerxes on Jun 28, 2020 10:12:57 GMT -4
He had this nervous tick, his head moving a little to the right every time. He had to stop, he should go home, if he was this annoyed or freaking out, he should not go do something bad, it would only bring more bad and it would not make matters better if he was going to run around and do stupid stuff but it was like itching again on him. He had managed that time before, he had gone only crazy several amounts of times and he was rescued by... by Lyra. HE felt a little goofy when he thought of the bright red-haired girl and brushed through his blue hair as he tried to focus, moving his head a little to the right and back, it was like something was on his face, in his hair and he tried to shake it off with a small movement before pretending nothing was happening. He might be not even aware he did it. He just wanted to know what he should do, maybe go to the Gym opposite Teruko's place, smash a boxing ball or something before going home. He didn't want to go home, it wasn't his home and although Lilith never complained he felt like he should get going and get on his own. It was all an illusion of how peaceful his life was. Soon they would come, soon they would haunt him back, soon someone would find him, arrest him or something.
He moved through the smaller alleys of the shopping industry of Musutafu and just had his hands in his pocket. There was no use on thinking about people who would probably hate him if he continued on in his reckless behaviour. He would be annoyed if one of his friends did that. That was probably why they all dropped him. God, he needed to punch something and he held his breath, he was so angry all the time, he felt it, in everything of his entire being and it annoyed him even more, it was like a vicious circle that did not stop. He ruffled his own hair again, trying to stop thinking so negatively, everything was going fine if the crazy would just stop. He kicked a little loose pebble that was on the ground and looked up to someone, wait were his eyes betraying him, he didn't get it, but he had sharp cat-like eyes. His blue eyes turned to the people on the other side near the warehouse or shop, what was it and he stopped in his track. Was someone spying? He walked on to stand in front of the person who didn't look so easily like a person anymore. "I have to kindly ask you... to leave." He didn't say it kindly though, he more growled but that was the panther in him talking already. Calm down, Aki. He told himself because hallelujah, let's not make this more than it was at this point. It was nothing to growl or groan about, he just asked this person to leave, why was he here at all, what a timing, ugh.
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jul 2, 2020 5:15:53 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
The shady guys were new or somethin'. Turns out the old owners were too quick to jump the trust gun and he continued to remain hidden...maybe he was being a bit of a drama queen about this place being small? Well, it was smaller than most fabric stores he'd step foot in, so it was really just him being a bit picky. Then again, this was a specialist store...he wasn't here to steal their shit and run. No, it was all about finding out the origins and secrets so he could soon make his own...aaaand the super special fabric he needed was on special order to an exclusive list.
He'd taken care of the electronics in this area before shimmying in here all the way where he was hiding, scoping the place out in the day, buying a few things to seem like a legit customer. It wasn't the stuff he needed for Daffodil...but it might come in handy for another order and made for a legit alibi. The hidden Kozue was hoping that when they'd come in, all the chumps would do is flip the lights on and assume the cameras were working as per usual without double checking them. Turns out he wasn't so sneaky after all and he had someone right there asking him to to leave. Oh...shit.
Oh shit indeed, someone was here and he was pretty sure as sunshine that this was a vigilante. It wouldn't be completely unbelievable if he claimed to be a vigilante...right? New faces pop up all the time and that was one of the only ways he could come up with on such short notice. "Eyyyyyyyy! I think that's my line, yeah, pretty sure that's my line pal so get outta here before things get ugly. These guys needed protection, so I volunteered. Turns out vigilantes are more reliable than snooty pro heroes, go figure! Anyway, they didn't tell me 'bout anyone else showin' up on the scene t'help me out...so sorry, gotta treat'cha like a suspect, buddy boy." Flipping open the fabric to reveal he was sitting crouched down on a chair, arm resting across his knee and the other hand was hidden behind his leg.
Fingertips getting ready to quick draw something on him if he made a move he didn't like. Something was off about this chump, he didn't trust em', not one bit.
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Post by Akiva Xerxes on Jul 6, 2020 7:08:38 GMT -4
Eeeeh? Big mouth aye? Akiva his eyes narrowed as he towered over the sitting man. He was not in the mood for the back-talking. He really wanted to kick this metal face only to see if it would hurt him. Hallelujah, he really needed to stop but for heaven's sake what kind of person was this. "No. It's my line and you know why because I have never seen you here before and I know all the vigilantes in Musutafu." A lie, but he wanted to be a damn vigilante well that's why he had to pretend he possessed this area. He knew his boss was a vigilante here and well this man did not look like someone Teruko was counting on. Or maybe Aki's ego was now hurt. He was so tired of this bullshit in his head but also outside. Besides, he knew that the leader of the Storm Knights was here too, hm... maybe he should consider joining that. Ugh he needed a distraction and not focus on what was going on here. This wasn't anything of his business, but he tried to pretend he was patrolling and be a good guy but seriously... would butchering in a metal-faced guy be a bad thing? Could they iron his face back out? "Who send you?" the panther asked while still standing there, not making a movement until he noticed the movement of the fabric and just being on his toes if he had to jump away. Seriously, what an asshole was this... seriously why did he not calm down, that was more the question than hating on people he did not know. For heaven's sake this was tiring for himself as well. He could feel it, the panther growling inside him.
He looked over his shoulder to see what was going on. Seriously, who had to protect a fabric store? This man looked more like a thief in Akiva's eyes. Surely the aggressive blue-haired man at this point could not think in any reasonable way but that still did not mean that it was wrong what he thought. Come on, they had lots of quirks but this guy was plain creepy. He nodded to himself as he turned his attention back, that is to say if his mysterious opponent had not tried to attack or push him or something, else it wasn't so easy to just turn back. But Akiva was a cat, and they always landed on their paws.
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jul 6, 2020 7:40:59 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
"Never said nothin' 'bout bein' from Musutafu, kid...I'm a special order delivery all the way from Tokyo, baby!" An unseen wink was provided with those confident words...he absolutely forgot about those damn goggles hiding his eyes sometimes! Especially since it'd been a while being on the field again and bumping into some annoying little bump in the road. Just peachy....he needed to keep up this charade no matter what, act like he was the hottest of all hot shits! Especially since it meant keeping this chump away from the main course and if he was lucky, off his ass in the future if all went well.
Slowly tilting his head, he saw that this guy was still...that was a little red flag of no need to use weapons...his quirk, whatever the hell it was, probably was more than enough. For himself? His quirk was more of a utility kit that needed a little more thought than most combatant sorts out there...plus this guy looked way more agile than himself. "Who sent me?! Seriously, kid? Ya gonna ask me what I already told you?! I'll repeat it again, just open your ears this time, ya dig? These folks pulled some strings and got me here for tonight...somethin' important that needed extra protection. So one more time for ya...step off n' play somewhere else on the street..."
Shit. Shit shit shiiiiiiiiiiit! He needed to get this guy off his back IMMEDIATELY and he was trying to sound intimidating to spook him right on out of here! This guy better be the sort to play the avoid unnecessary conflict game real well like himself, but oh man...it wasn't seeming that way. The look in this kid's eyes was like...begging for an excuse to beat the shit out of something...talk about bad timing to encounter this mook.
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Post by Akiva Xerxes on Jul 6, 2020 9:11:52 GMT -4
Did... did this guy call him a kid. "Why would freaking Tokyo come here aye? It's not like we can't fix our own shit, we have the best vigilantes here. I mean I am number seven, so only count how many of the other top rank numbers are here." He was listed number 7 as the most pathetic last person on the list as the others were better at staying anonymous. A special order, he didn't want to buy the bullshit but the thing was he had no other thing to say. The thing was that the only reason why Akiva did not like this was just that it gave him the creeps. The creeps could come because he was tired, because he wanted to punch and change someone's face construction and because well because he had never seen this face before and he felt himself like quite a tough guy because he was with the Storm Knights fight because he was inspired by Teruko and so on. He grumbled mentally towards himself because this was ridiculous, he should do other things, he should worry about other things but he wasn't. He wasn't moving on, going back home which was technically Tokyo, he only worked in Musutafu, this wasn't his own territory either he was just bored and ready to punch.
Again... that word, it made the twenty-three yar old so angry. He at this point did not even know or remember why. Why he did not want to be a kid but that did not matter, he did not need to think about the past. He was an adult and he was trying to get his life on the right track so being called a kid annoyed him more than anything else. Surely the fact that his quirk was edging him on, did not help either. His blue eyes slit into the cat-like pupils, the panther taking over so to say, though it was easily just Akiva. It was a bit of everything that made him jump and do things wrong and make him edgy and stupid. His hand shot forward and he squeezed in the (what he expected metal) shoulder of the man. "Get out of my territory." Too close to Teruko's bakery, too much avoiding questions and answers, too much of everything, he did not trust this man, "Or call those people over to prove your point or else I kick you out." Kid hm? He will show him.
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jul 6, 2020 9:32:51 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
Friggin hell...seriously? Why couldn't he have just bit the freaking bait and gone away?! Myeh myeh, we don't need outsiders myeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh oh for the love of crap! Rolling his eyes beneath his goggles as this dude just honked his horn as if the numbers actually meant something. "Oh man, that over glorified beauty pageant? I know ya got plenty of good vigilantes 'round these parts n' all. SOOOOOOOOOO yeah, I'm pretty damn confused myself why they didn't call someone like you t'do the job!"
Oh shit damn it yogurt!
He was fucking fast as hell...! Absolutely outclassed in that department as his metallic shoulder was grabbed which meant he was going to have to think at least a step or two ahead. Shit, this was bad... "Seriously?! I can't just call them over, they're trying to sleep! Ya don't just wake people up like that, maybe that's why they didn't pay you over glorified chumps for the job!" Fuck this guy! He whisked his hand up and--- "Guess I gotta teach ya a lesson the hard way!" WENT IN FOR A SNEAK ATTACK TO STAB HIS ARM WITH A METAL FLUTE!
Wait...
Metal flute....?
It felt like this was a good as time as any for the cool, hip, gamer crowd to mash the F key for respects.
Oh right, he had his knife on the other side gosh darn it!
Hopefully it was enough to loosen his grip so he could get away at the very least!
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Post by Akiva Xerxes on Jul 6, 2020 10:01:07 GMT -4
Akiva was too vain, he knew that. He did not care that he knew that. He also knew he won for stupid reasons but well it was something to use in situations like this. He did not care who was where and the like, he cared about the people he could trust and they were not here so too bad. This was his spot, this would remain to be his spot and he would prove it and just now kick away this guy in a matter of seconds. He wasn't sure what this guy was trying, first, he called it a beauty pageant and next, he said that he did not get why Akiva wasn't called either. Yea well, pretty good guess. It was a tiring thing to consider all in all, it just simply meant he had to finish this rather quickly because this guy was a lying piece of shit. Seriously though he could be wrong. Which would bring a lot of questions for him, questions he did not want to consider.
He couldn't stop it, before he could even consider the consequences his hand was already stretched out to the man sitting, holding him down and squeezing or at least trying to that shoulder. He was serious and he glared at the man. "Well isn't that convenient?" Sleeping, at this hour? There should be someone always working right? Especially in the industrial district of Musutafu, not everything was asleep or out else he would have known but he had always seen people when he walked around, slumped around and dumped himself around on rooftops and so on. That's why he loved Musutafu, the sounds, the buzzing, the same like Tokyo, he could deal with that, he might even get an apartment here if he could find something but not yet and it was not the point right now.
He raised his eyebrow when he had to be taught the stuff the hard way and he felt something against his arm, surely a hit of whatever metal doesn't feel pleasant for anyone. But he just glared at this man, so his gut feeling was right this time... no wait what? He looked at the metal... a flute? He looked with big open eyes now at the guy, "You are kidding, right? This is a joke?" Hidden camera, was this the government going to arrest him next? Really? Was this it? Damn, pathetic.
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30 Years
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jul 6, 2020 10:20:00 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
DAMN IT!
Oh fuck shit damn it yogurt parfait ala mode!
Blackout was definitely a total rust bucket and this is exactly why he tried to avoid confrontation! Trying to swat at his hand to loosen the pretty boy's grip on his shoulder as though bapping a misbehaved animal on the butt with a rolled up newspaper.
BWAP BWAP BWAP BWAP!!!
IT WASN'T WORKING! This freaking tall ass child was blocking his shanking leg! "What's next, ya gonna tell me your name's actually Karen and ya wanna speak to my manager?!" This was a little fit of panic where he was barking out those words like a tiny little chihuahua. Those tiny little purse dogs that liked to pretend they could handle anything and everything flung at them! Take out the big, dumb scary humans, this was his territory, damn it!
Bringing the flute up to his mouth, he didn't care that it was gonna sound bad, he wasn't trying to swoon or impress anyone right now! JUST GET HIM TO LET GO OR THROW HIM! Whichever happened first, he didn't care! So you know what he did? He was bringing back every single god forsaken memory he had of practicing the recorder where nothing he tried felt like it sounded right. With a sharp breath, he has his fingers over some random holes and blew so that there would be a frustrating high pitched screech from the instrument!
Maybe it would sound so bad that he'd cover his ears! All he knew is he needed some distance and this was the first thing to come to mind!
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Post by Akiva Xerxes on Jul 6, 2020 11:01:55 GMT -4
This man was a strange one, surely more people were strange if you looked at their quirks. Akiva wasn't one that was innocent in that regard either considering how his quirk was edging him on right now. Asking him to push, pull and rip but he was trying his very best not do so now and he just stood there, his hand still on the man's shoulder, only more surprised about what was going on. This had to be a joke right? Everything about this guy was a joke right? He just stood there asking this man if this was a joke when he used a flute, not even a knife? Come on! Akiva knew he had to train his body, make it absorb his pain and just let the fur deal with it but for now, he just felt it like a blunt smack on his arm and one that would become a nasty bruise but he would deal. "Even if I was Karen, I would not even try to get the manager. I will just throw you off." He said, finally getting out of this idea that it was just a dream and moving his legs to get to a fighting stance and smacking his elbow towards the guy's side. Especially when Kozue would make a sharp sound on the flute, did Akiva kick him to get away from him. "Just admit it, you are here on shady business." Who was the Karen here, this ass really.
Akiva still had his hands pushed against his head, his ears tingled and he closed his eyes, only shortly, his ears would catch it, his sense of smell maybe not so much but he changed. Everything turned black on his skin and his face contorted into a different form and he stood there like a tall lean panther on his hindlegs. He eyed the metal man, now he really pissed him off. Maybe it was also his state, that he changed and got so infuriated, annoyed, everything, he should focus but he felt like he lost it. He shoved the man again, trying to get that flute, fuck it, it needed out. He didn't want this to go this way, he was afraid he would lose the last bit of cool that he had, that was already a minimum but he had to do it. Come on, focus. Do something good, think about the goal of being a good vigilante, right?
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jul 7, 2020 0:42:11 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
Never in his life had he been so damn happy to be kicked! FINALLY, some extra distance...but yowch, did it hurt to tank that all the same, annoying like a mysterious bruise! The mysterious metal man was flipping and flopping about as gracefully as a dying zebra being mauled by a lion in the wild. Much tumbling, such rolling, an abundance of fumbling....yeah he was better at missions where he wasn't caught out. Ten of ten individuals would agree, but nope, he couldn't get out of this without fighting and his head needed to get back in the game.
Vigilantes...pretty much self proclaimed heroes who were too high and mighty to accept they harbored villainous tendencies, the whole lot of them stank at times like these. Looks like he was really bugged by the sound though, might bother his opponent more to try playing a song. His bright blue eyes shot wide open upon seeing the shifted boy charge at him fro round two with such speed, "OH SHI--" Shoved back, he tried to keep a grip on his flute, but his metallic ridden nerves caused his hand to twitch in a release of the instrument. Now what happened next felt like it should have been featured in an infomercial!
That's right, it flew out of his hand and some how had enough force to stab the wall...he wasn't going to question that right now. That was a freak accident if he'd ever seen one, that's for sure! "AI'IGHT KAREN KID, GET OFFA ME!" Time to start getting serious! Gripping tightly onto the rambunctious catty boy's shoulders, he grinned while gunning for a valiant effort of ramming a knee right into panther boy's gut in an effort to make him winded and if that worked? Follow up with that good ol' fashion wrestle flip to shift his opponents weight so he could toss em' on his back toward the wall.
Maybe if he was lucky, he'd succeed with that combo but WOOO this cat was fast!
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Post by Akiva Xerxes on Jul 7, 2020 15:59:12 GMT -4
The push was strong enough to force the villain, as that is simply how Akiva made this man in her head. But he was feeling like going crazy, especially when the fur sprouting over his body seemed to be taking over his mind. The flute definitely did not help with that as the shrill sound send him in a sort of ecstasy that wasn't considered well. It was ridiculous, it was bad and stupid and he had to stop it. God, he could growl and snarl at himself but that did not work. He had to get it back. He did not want this tug of war but he changed, he was a panther now, trying to push this villain down to get him arrested, haul his ass at the police or at Teruko and see what she would suggest to do. But Teruko couldn't see him like this, she would kick his ass and that bad that he couldn't sit for a week. Luckily he was the chef, the one in the back of the bakery, he did not need to sit. He was going crazy, too many thoughts swirling in his mind.
He was holding his paws on the man's shoulders, his human hands looking small and stupid on the big panther's shoulders but he tried to shove his way out from underneath. Surely Akiva felled the knee in his gut but instead of moving immediately, he simply moved his hindlegs closer and roared in the villain's face. How would metal taste, he could add a tally mark, enough knuckle space left. No. Wait, he wasn't going to do that. He swore not to kill again but this guy, he got thrown on his back, but he didn't make the easy roll as he was taller and heavier as a panther and thus fell on his side but made a quick jab with his front paw to smack the man at his side, claws extracted as he would try to damage this metal man. Ha, last time he hit someone metal it more filed his nails instead of doing something worth while to her but he shouldn't think about Nikki that way. He should try to think of someone else, focus, Lyra. Teruko. He shouldn't... he shouldn't go crazy. Focus, he could control the panther, he could do it, he just needed focus but he also needed to fight for heaven's sake. He couldn't even speak, he wasn't even sure if he knew how at this point.
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1 EP
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30 Years
Masculine
"Blackout"
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jul 8, 2020 4:26:28 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
Shit! This guy, this freaking kid was proving with every movement and skill that he wasn't exactly what one would call in his prime. Not that he was an old man or anything, but he sure felt like one compared to the feisty feline who was making him feel inadequate. Reminding him of how rusty he was and worse yet, he was here on a mission and it was already failed! Daffodil counted on him and he was messing it up, good god, he wasn't going to tell her about the details of this screw up unless he was nice and drunk with her around. At least try to get out and report the general gist of what happened so his partner of a boss would know that he tried. Loyalty also meant having some degree of honesty about matters, and thanks to this chump, he could mention it was number seven on the vigilante list.
That would help her understand, or so he was hoping. Either way...he needed to get out...but he wasn't going to risk being chased or tracked. This guy clearly freaked with the flute because of his heightened senses...so that told him a bit about his quirk as is. Crashing into the wall from that hefty paw smack, he was pissed about his fancy freaking coat being ruined! Plus he hated flesh wounds with a burning passion...this shit was so fucking annoying since he actually had to solder his cuts together so that they could heal more or less properly.
A real tough pain in the ass for freaking sure! At the very least, he carried around a lighter so he could close it together like a temporary stitch. Not yet though...he had an idea but it would be a pain in the ass to execute it. One nice thing about his injury is it would make trying to disorient the guy a little easier...possibly give himself a window to get away in the process. Reaching for his knife, he let out a heavy exhale, gripping tightly onto it. "Heh, here I thought only villains like to aim for the kill. Reminds me of a time in my life, dealin' with false heroes like yaself..."
Trying to play the masochist angle, he snickered and forced out a laugh before tapping his wound with the blade. "Guess a real vigilante from Tokyo's gotta put ya in yer place, kid!" Not killing him would leave a profound message and maybe back up this super mega bullshit story about how he's actually a good guy. Honestly, Blackout had no qualms taking a life, child, civilian, elderly, women, men, animal? Feh, none of that mattered...but he knew it was all about the right approach and tact. If it was going to jeopardize a mission or at the request of whoever hired him not to, then he would give that life some degree of weight.
Such as now, he wasn't aiming to kill...but something about this guy was screaming feral instinct was going on. So he had to bait him properly. Getting up, he just had to keep talking so that the disorient effect would keep resonating from his skin after the little blade tap to his skin. "Sad, so sad that the number seven vigilante's got so little self control, or is it just a ghetto Musutafu thing? I can't tell! I just know we got our heads on straight over in Tokyo compared to ya, dumb kid!" Using his teeth to pull off his glove from his free hand and spitting it off to the side...if Mr. Number 7 wanted to charge at him, he was gonna make sure this kid would have a nice sample of a disorienting punch of sorts!
That's right, he was going to try to either counter his attack with a swift punch to make contact or to slam a fist in his face. Important thing to him was trying to land a hit with his exposed hand. Hoping that playing on the feral mindset would play in his favor cause if that boy was thinking, he'd see a trap was set for him...a pretty hefty bet on a single hunch. "I BET YA GOT THE SEVENTH VIGILANTE POSITION BY A MISCOUNTED FLUKE!"
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Post by Akiva Xerxes on Jul 8, 2020 4:56:26 GMT -4
God, focus. Switch back, do something. But it was like the panther had a voice and not Akiva, even if it was one and the same. He had not killed anyone in months, it was not that addictive, he always found it stupid and dirty work that he ha to do and it was a pain to figure out who was the right one and who was the bad one. His own rules of having no unnecessary killing was a really difficult thing to do when you were a hitman. When was it justified and when was it not? He did not want to fall back into those thoughts, he did not want to become that man again, he was young... right? He could do this, reshape himself, reshape Beastbane, he could be good. He was so desperate to be good but this man was pushing all the buttons he should not do. He felt like shaking his head, get it off, get the fur away, turn back to himself but it was not working for obvious reasons. The sounds around him were like amplified, he felt the flute still ringing in his ears and he had to get this man away from him. He was easily pushed off in the end but that did not mean that the black panther would quit, he would have to stop himself on time though. He was sure he could do that.
The slash had been harder than he intended, with his extracted claws it was probably bad, but his mind just told him not to worry about a metal man. They had no flesh, the pain would probably not even exist and that made him only the more understanding of why this was okay. Just turn his head a 180 degrees and it would be over. No, wait. No. He had to stop himself but growled and shook his head as he took a step back again, he had no ears for Kozue's taunting but obviously he heard it. He sort of heard it in two different levels, after all the panther was much more aggressive than he wanted to believe he was. He had been a simple thief, when he didn't dye his hair, was this blue trying to look like a sort of peace offering... He had to work on his attitude for sure. He was a real vigilante, he was going to be heroic instead of being a villain, it made him growl again, he would teach this man a lesson. He was a vigilante from Tokyo, that's where he started until he found this job. He slowly start to walk around his target, his eyes looking dark as he looked as a predator at his pray. He slowly circled as a real panther towards Kozue, just trying to intimidate him before he would jump up again, roaring again, this time he did not jump up to Kozue, no he might surprise him by jumping closer to him, in front of him and standing on his hind legs and kicking his knee against the same side that he had slashed before, but not hitting where he exactly aimed. Feral Akiva did not care and just continued, to slash and try to push this man off, this was going to be an easy battle, he was seventh because no one else was nominated, he was sure Nikki had done it considering what was mentioned about him and he would just thank her when he bumped into her again. Man he really wanted to put his teeth in this man's neck. That scared him, his thoughts and he jumped back and watched the metal man. he was a liar.
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95 Posts
1 EP
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30 Years
Masculine
"Blackout"
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Post by Kozue Ito on Jul 8, 2020 5:27:25 GMT -4
[attr="class","thishover"] [attr="class","thesongwiththerlygudbit"]I’m singing with a smile~
...is it true or bluffing?
[attr="class","quickswrap"] [attr="class","quicks"]♥ [attr="class","quicks"]shut.down [attr="class","quicks"] ♠
Good news...his half baked plan worked...
Bad news...it...didn't work the way he wanted?!
"Shit." Muttering that under his breath, he flung the knife to his hand missing a glove, catching it by the hilt before tugging the other glove off with his teeth and spat it out. He'd collect his gloves before getting out of here, or just try to set things on fire to tamper with the evidence...yeah...second one sounded good. Trying to keep his eyes on the cat after his counter was rough. That was the issue with wild cats...they would circle nice and slow, being unpredictable as can be so that their prey know none the wiser. Adjusting his posture, he tried to maintain eye contact through those goggles and tried to read his movement. Huuuuuge emphasis on try...
Anticipating another pounce, he was scheming to shank em' on the side if that was the case...but no, when he came at him, he swung his blade toward where he thought kid would strike. But nope, his blade sliced the air and he damn near dropped his weapon from his knee slamming right into his gaping wound! Twirling the knife in his hand, gritting his teeth before moving as swiftly as he could to shank the kid's leg. Instead, he merely grazed it if anything, but he took a leap back with a huff to regain his distance. Okay...new strategy...he had some range and his vocals were more than capable of actually hurting him!
Bringing his free hand up to the side of his mouth taking in a sharp breath, side glancing to see that he was right next to the flute...oh cool...convenient! If this worked, he was gonna absolutely grab it next. "YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU SSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK, KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!" Those notes hit so damn high that if this feline opponent was in the path of those soundwaves in particular, it was gonna sting at the very least cause those taunting vocals rolling out in a screech could break wood! An unfortunate thing that actually broke glass when he really got into karaoke night...he didn't want to think about that...
ANYWAY! Who needs karate chops when you had vocals like this guy?!
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