what are you looking at

hell kaiser/m/19 no scrubs

[cyberdarkimpact]

[Dropped.]

[cyberdarkimpact]

Fujiwara blinks, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. That posture, confidence, and aura, it was exactly the same- but something was terribly off. He opened his mouth excitedly, "Ry-" The voice died in his throat and he smiled sadly. "Kaiser." He took a deep breath. "You've changed."

[...he should know this person.

Shouldn't he?

There's the deep feeling of it, but when he looks at the face...

...well. That doesn't matter.]

I've improved.

[cyberdarkimpact]

open starter

[evilherosoul]

♕ Training — was that what he did when bored? It was anything short of inviting, but he didn’t feel like leaving. The lips of the trespasser still didn’t lift, Haou was stalling for Ryou to notice he was there.

♕ The famed Cyber Dark duelist should’ve been able to catch Haou’s aura upon his entry. If not, then the other was simply not what he was.

[cyberdarkimpact]

[He doesn't have much in the way of extrasensory perception, but that aura is hard to miss.

He turns, straightening out of his attack stance--

...the eyes are wrong.]

...what do you want.

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

[ ‘Not yet’… yeah. Because it probably is Juudai, isn’t it?

(maybe Juudai isn’t as bad as Manjoume likes to pretend he thinks, but… it’s still a little hard not to be jealous sometimes, even now)

(his room in Osiris is pretty nice, but he still misses the status in Obelisk sometimes) ]

…guess if you’re dueling they’ll make a spectacle of it, huh.

[cyberdarkimpact]

I hope not.

[He gets enough of that in the League already.

They've reached the door, now, and he pauses for a second, as if there's something he wants to say, watching Manjoume's face carefully.

...then he turns and enters the building.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

…tch.

[ He. Figures he’s probably going to be leaving Kaiser at the building when they get there, since it’s the only place between here and Osiris.

(good riddance, except for the fact he’ll be without any buffer for the wind) ]

Guessing you’re not going to Osiris.

[cyberdarkimpact]

No.

Not yet, at least.

[He wonders whether his opponent will be there, rather than Obelisk. It's not implausible, given the location of the recent talent...]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

You surprised m—

[ —finger. Nose? What.

…oh. Mud. Okay.

(give him a moment to reboot. Not every day a huge buff dude in leather wipes your nose) ]

…I could’ve dealt with it.

[cyberdarkimpact]

Of course.

[He's not about to deny that. It's just more fun this way. Things can get boring when Ed isn't around for mutual harassment.

...well, at least the school building where he left his case is in sight, now.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

Don’t just pick someone up without warning!

[ He looks down at himself too when Kaiser looks.

…oh. Gross.

(he might even have to (shudder) wash his jacket) ]

Dammit.

[cyberdarkimpact]

Not very grateful, are you.

[...he wipes a splotch of dirt off the end of Manjoume's nose with a fingertip.]

Spot of mud on you.

[And now he's walking again.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

[ OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOUR MUSCLES MADE OF HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS WHY AM I OFF THE FLOOR WHEN I MADE NO MOVE TO GET OFF THE FLOOR ]

W-what are you doing?

[cyberdarkimpact]

Picking you up.

[He sets Manjoume down on his feet.]

I thought that much was obvious.

[...he looks Manjoume up and down, then. Pity he fell on such a muddy path.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

[ ‘Get himself killed’. ]

[ Kaiser what the hell is in your briefcase.

Manjoume just kind of. Blinks. Stares a little.

—and then proceeds to trip over his own feet because he’s not looking where he’s going. ]

…ow.

[cyberdarkimpact]

...

[He reaches down to grab the back of Manjoume's coat and hoist him back up.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

Tch. Well it’s not me.

[ And he’s not at all bothered by that. By apparently not being on Kaiser’s level.

(he knows about that duel with Shou and he might go by Manjoume Thunder but he’d still rather not deal with the ‘lightning’ side of the equation like that) ]

Where are you going, anyway?

[cyberdarkimpact]

Left my case. Don't want it taken.

Someone's going to be stupid and get himself killed.

[It's not as if the case isn't contributing to Kaiser's own situational stupidity and possible early demise, but...

Well. He knows what he's doing, at least.

Besides, he doesn't want someone else's sweat and blood on the things, not unless it's part of his duel.

He keeps walking as lightning flashes in the distance, followed by another booming roll of thunder. His hair is falling into his eyes -- he brushes it aside, letting the drops from the ends roll over his fingers.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

[ Thanks Kaiser he was trying to use you as makeshift leather wind-buffer.

(helps with the needing to trot though, at least) ]

So… what, Juudai?

[ Is there anyone else Kaiser seems to care about duel-wise? Maybe Fubuki, but… ]

He’s probably stuffing his face in the cafeteria, anyway.

[cyberdarkimpact]

Like I said. Haven't been informed.

[Dueling Juudai again, though...that could be interesting.

Maybe this time it wouldn't end in a tie.

(but)

(though he doesn't want to admit it to himself)

(it would be difficult to risk juudai's life in the process)

There's a roll of thunder in the distance. What an excellent time to be a living lightning rod.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

[ Of course it makes sense. The Chazz Manjoume Sanda is a fountain of great ideas.

He keeps on trotting to keep up, and…

(well. He should just take advantage of Kaiser’s size and not deal with any more conversation)

(but… he’s a little curious, to be honest) ]

…what’re you doing here, anyway?

[cyberdarkimpact]

[...ah. Right.

His pace slows ever so slightly. Which isn't ideal, in the rain.]

I don't know.

They promised me an opponent worth my time. He hasn't materialized yet.

[Which has him a bit sore, for reasons anyone who knows him could understand.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

[ He’ll, uh. Just make sure to get more to Kaiser’s side.

(which might mean of a bit of a trot on his part, given Kaiser’s strides)

And. Well. The least embarrassing thing here, for once, is probably the truth. ]

…you’re big. And the wind’s behind you.

[cyberdarkimpact]

...that makes sense, actually.

[His usual flat countenance returns as he seems to contemplate this.

(And he ignores Manjoume's attempts to keep up, thankfully.)]

[cyberdarkimpact]

open starter

[cyberdarkimpact]

<evilherosoul:

♕ Drifitng in like a short breeze mussing some strewn leaves, Haou came into the doorway, leaning softly against the inside edge, taking in Hell Kaiser. A short tip of his lips pinched at his mouth and then fell back into the known line.

♕ He didn’t move, as he preferred the shock of people noticing him to announcing himself. The man was predictable, how he managed to survive what Yubel put him through was something he didn’t know. Still, the male was interesting.

[Punch, punch, block, sidestep some imaginary attack and then a high kick that rattles the thing on its chain. This much is routine.

What isn't routine is the slowly mounting feeling that he's being watched.

He throws a few more punches at the thing, then stops, letting the bag swing to a halt.]

...someone's there.

[He doesn't bother to turn around, asks it to a potentially empty room.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

…tch. It’s cold out, like I said. You’re going the same way I am.

[ If he walks next to Kaiser, mayber he can put some of that ridiculous height and buffness to use as some kind of buffer against the wind. ]

Certainly nothing to do with the joys of your company.

[cyberdarkimpact]

Of course not.

[The wind is whipping the back of his coat around. Watch out for that, Manjoume, you might get hit with a few pounds of flying leather.]

So you ran to catch up.

[cyberdarkimpact]

open starter

[Sometimes, he can work off the energy he builds up with a duel. But that's been harder and harder since he turned heel, since the fight he's looking for seems to elude him so completely.

So, other times, he has to fight out the restlessness in another way.

He's laying into a punching bag like it said something unflattering about his deck, with hands and feet both, coat thrown over a bench nearby. So this is how he stays so ripped.

He's so focused, in fact, that he doesn't notice when someone else wanders in.]

[ichijyuuhyakusen]

[ What’s with that tone, Kaiser. What the hell are you talking about. ]

'm I supposed to know what you're talking about?

[cyberdarkimpact]

You seemed like you were in a hurry to catch up.

[His posture isn't quite as stiff, now, and his shoulders don't seem so ridiculously padded when he's not holding them as perfectly straight.]

I don't think I gave you much to come after besides low regards.