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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 19:22:44 GMT -5
"Hm?" Seishiro paused in mid-movement, suddenly straightening his posture and looking at his clanmate before tilting his face up towards the moon. "Nothing interesting really. Just stupid, confusing emotional stuff." He smirked, as if the whole idea of emotions greatly amused him.
"I used to come to this place a lot when I was younger, back before I went and corrupted myself." Actually, there were a couple people he could attribute that corruption to, but Seishiro himself was always the largest culprit.
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 19:32:42 GMT -5
Theo nodded, "Well maybe I can... help a little?" Okay, he wasn't sure what he could actually do to help, but if they were both in the same clan it was best that he should try, right?
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 19:53:45 GMT -5
There was a pause. "Help, eh?" Seishiro turned his back to the younger Tora, hands on his hips as he examined the night sky once again. He didn't really think such a thing was probable, seeing as even he didn't really know what was nagging at him. And there really couldn't be a solution without a problem, now could there?
"I don't think so," Seishiro sighed, turning back to Theo suddenly. "But thinks for the offer, kiddo." He put his hand down on the younger boy's shoulder, meant to be reassuring but it had come out a lot rougher than he had intended. Plus, the kid looked kind of fragile...
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 20:00:33 GMT -5
Theo's eyes widened slightly as a jolt of pain surged down his arm upon Seishy's hand connecting. That... that had hurt! His vision began fuzzing out slowly, and Theo passed out as Karter took over.
The alter-ego grinned and grabbed Seishiro's wrist, twisting it painfully to get the Tora's hand off of his shoulder. What could he break and get away with? A few fingers? The whole hand? Party-boy here CERTAINLY had enough to cover the medical costs. "Hands OFF of my- me." He was about to say his host, but he WAS attempting to blend in at the moment. Luckily the first sound of the Y had barely escaped his mouth, no danger.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 20:13:08 GMT -5
Seishiro had to admit, for a someone who was good at reading all people, he had not been expecting that. He let out a startled gasp as his wrist screamed out in pain, although he tried to maintain his composure, more or less failing at it.
"Ow! That fucking hurts!" He grimanced as waves of pain surged up his arm. "The hell's your problem?"
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 20:24:10 GMT -5
Karter twisted the wrist in his grasp still further, starting to hear the bones grinding against each other in an attempt to take the strain. "Do. Not. Touch me. Ever." He growled out, glaring at the pained man in front of him. God he loved doing this, making those who hurt his host and charge pay dearly. No wonder Batman had done the vigilante thing for so long.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 20:34:12 GMT -5
Fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk. This seriously hurt. What was this guy trying to do, break his friggin' arm? And what the hell had happened to the nervous, innocent-looking kid that had been here a few seconds ago? No one could possibly have a temper that insanely bad.
"Dully noted," the Tora gasped through another explosion of pain. Was it just him, or was he starting to see spots? And yet, despite all this, he managed a somber grin. "I take it apologizing isn't going to do me any good, then?"
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 20:41:46 GMT -5
"Oh go ahead, egg me on, see if you can feel your arms in the morning." He delivered a fierce kick to Seishiro's ribs, letting go of the man's arm just before contact to send the other Tora stumbling or toppling backward. "Or your ribs, for that matter." Karter stood straighter, than his counterpart, and he met eyes without hesitating. There was no reason not to, he had all the confidence Theo lacked, and the skills to pack it all up.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 20:50:17 GMT -5
Seishiro was sent reeling backwards from the force of the kick, stumbling for a moment before falling back into the colorful array of flowers. All the air had been knocked clean out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for breath.
Well, he was really screwed. The Tora had never been great in a fist-fight, and this "Theo" guy beat the regular drunken goon clean out of the park. The chances of getting away without some serious injuries were slim to none. His only chance of survival was to high-tail it out of there like a complete coward. But in order to do that, he would need to stand. And that wasn't looking likely, at least not for the next couple of minutes.
"So that's what bruised ribs feel like." Seishiro winced. "In that case I suppose I owe Kyou a bigger apology for getting him into that fight..." He was being stupid by saying such nonsense, but being humourous was the only way for the Tora to distract himself from the searing pain that seemed to come from everywhere.
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 20:55:47 GMT -5
Karter smirked. "Oh, so you have collateral damage that comes along with you? How nice, I get to get back for them as well." Whoever this Kyou was, he was sure that he would thank Karter for going to all this trouble. A foot was placed upon Seishiro's injured hand, and he started putting his weight onto one of the fingers. Slowly... slowly... Just a few moments more and whichever finger his heel was on would be broken.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 21:05:09 GMT -5
While Seishiro had never been a victim of the "playground-bully" as a child, he had a feeling this was similar to what victims of said people felt like- complete helplessness and utter terror.
"Look, what do you want? What's smashing my poor innocent hand going to achieve?" He wasn't trying to be rude or sarcastic, just trying to reason with the guy. Talk was the only thing the Tora had. His phsyical warefare skills were nil.
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 21:11:55 GMT -5
"Oh, not much more than immense satisfaction, but it's enough." Although there was nothing keeping Seishiro from running off and telling the police about this, which would be a problem when Theo woke up... He couldn't kill the Tora either, he didn't have his knife and the bruising on his wrist would indicate who had done it based on the size of the markings. However, if he had something to dangle over the man's head... Maybe that person he had mentioned earlier would be useful. "Now tell me about Kyou, and I'll think about not breaking the other nine fingers."
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 21:17:17 GMT -5
The Tora's heart skipped a beat. Tell him... about what? Why? Seishiro couldn't think of a reason. Even so, he was suspicious. There was no need for this psycho to know about Kyou, or anyone else for that matter. His eyes narrowed. His voice was low, almost protective sounding.
"'the hell you wanna know about him for?"
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 21:25:54 GMT -5
"Oh, so you ARE close to him, brilliant." A smirk was set on Karters face. "However, your tone loses you another finger." A crack was heard as another one of Seishiro's fingers was broken, he left his weight on the digit for a moment to intensify the pain before it shifted to another one. "Now, if you want to keep me from hunting this Kyou down, bringing him to you and killing him before your eyes, I suggest you start talking." The alter-ego kept his tone perfectly cordial if not a tad scolding.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 21:33:57 GMT -5
Seishiro bit his tongue in an attempt to mask the feeling of pure agnoy that filled his arm with that sickening crack. He managed to supressing a cry, but still gasped, barely able to speak afterwards. He looked up at Theo (at least who he thought was Theo) and swallowed roughly. God... this guy really was crazy... and dangerous.
The Tora shut his eyes, issuing a single shuddering breath. He supposed, at this point, he didn't have much of a choice.
"He... he's just some guy I met at the Allure, I swear." The more he could play down the relationship, the better, Seishiro figured. If this Theo guy knew that he rather fancied Kyou things could get a tad more dangerous.
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