[Incomplete]
Characters: Ouyo/Toushi (battleignition), Bastet (felinemystique), Throne (child_proteus), & Want (unlostsoul)
Date/Time: August 12th/13th, around midnight-early morning, after Ouyo's fight with Gurren
Location: Section 4 housing
Rating: PG-13 to R for lots of violence and Ouyo being a general dick
Summary: Ouyo has taken over Toushi's body again, and wants a fight. Badly. He threatened Bastet, so he goes for her weakest point - the people she cares about.
Pathetic.
Not that he expected much better, but Ouyo was tired of wasting his time and energy on those who were significantly weaker than he was. Not that he minded squishing ants beneath his feet while he walked, but taking the time to destroy a colony was really annoying. He wanted to use his time well, he wanted a good fight. He wanted to feel the true adrenaline rush through his veins, he wanted to taste hard-earned blood on his finger tips. He wanted the air to smell of the raw power that he possessed, forciably unlocking every chance he got from his feeble shell that Toushi held. Pathetic.
Yes, his King was pathetic too.
In his hand he held the other half of his existence - the large sword with a name, a name that he knew, but seemed banished from ever saying it out loud. No matter, he could use the power easily enough, as the old man himself had not made an appearance yet. Which meant he was in complete and total control right then, without his host being any the wiser. And the longer he was out, the more control he got to keep. Toushi really was an idiot.
It was some time before he arrived at Section Four, hours after the conversation he had held with Bastet over the journals. His stride was casual as he stepped out onto the much grander housing.
"Fit for a King," that garbled voice said with a sneer. Really, he could care less how big the houses were - they all had the potential to crumble beneath him. That was what was important.
Unlike Toushi, Ouyo was not oblivious to the slit differences in the air around each person. It was faint then, of course, feeling all his usual senses and the true extent of his power locked away, but it was there enough that he was able to sniff out the house that he wanted, skillfully avoiding the one that Bastet was in. He was mildly surprised not to see her out and about to protect her good friends, but then again, she may have just not believed him. Stupid woman.
And so he simply walked up to the door he wished to enter, no ceremony or accord. That almost made it more entertaining. Raising his hand as if this were a usual visit for him, he knocked on the wooden barrier, lifting the large cleaver to rest on his shoulders. 'Toushi' was different, whites of his eyes black and irises an inhuman yellow, while bits and pieces of bone seemed to appear out of no where, slowly building on the sections of a mask that clung to his jaw and the left side of his face.
"Yo. I'm baking a cake and need to borrow some sugar. Be a good neighbor?" he called, not really caring who the inhabitants thought he was.
Date/Time: August 12th/13th, around midnight-early morning, after Ouyo's fight with Gurren
Location: Section 4 housing
Rating: PG-13 to R for lots of violence and Ouyo being a general dick
Summary: Ouyo has taken over Toushi's body again, and wants a fight. Badly. He threatened Bastet, so he goes for her weakest point - the people she cares about.
Pathetic.
Not that he expected much better, but Ouyo was tired of wasting his time and energy on those who were significantly weaker than he was. Not that he minded squishing ants beneath his feet while he walked, but taking the time to destroy a colony was really annoying. He wanted to use his time well, he wanted a good fight. He wanted to feel the true adrenaline rush through his veins, he wanted to taste hard-earned blood on his finger tips. He wanted the air to smell of the raw power that he possessed, forciably unlocking every chance he got from his feeble shell that Toushi held. Pathetic.
Yes, his King was pathetic too.
In his hand he held the other half of his existence - the large sword with a name, a name that he knew, but seemed banished from ever saying it out loud. No matter, he could use the power easily enough, as the old man himself had not made an appearance yet. Which meant he was in complete and total control right then, without his host being any the wiser. And the longer he was out, the more control he got to keep. Toushi really was an idiot.
It was some time before he arrived at Section Four, hours after the conversation he had held with Bastet over the journals. His stride was casual as he stepped out onto the much grander housing.
"Fit for a King," that garbled voice said with a sneer. Really, he could care less how big the houses were - they all had the potential to crumble beneath him. That was what was important.
Unlike Toushi, Ouyo was not oblivious to the slit differences in the air around each person. It was faint then, of course, feeling all his usual senses and the true extent of his power locked away, but it was there enough that he was able to sniff out the house that he wanted, skillfully avoiding the one that Bastet was in. He was mildly surprised not to see her out and about to protect her good friends, but then again, she may have just not believed him. Stupid woman.
And so he simply walked up to the door he wished to enter, no ceremony or accord. That almost made it more entertaining. Raising his hand as if this were a usual visit for him, he knocked on the wooden barrier, lifting the large cleaver to rest on his shoulders. 'Toushi' was different, whites of his eyes black and irises an inhuman yellow, while bits and pieces of bone seemed to appear out of no where, slowly building on the sections of a mask that clung to his jaw and the left side of his face.
"Yo. I'm baking a cake and need to borrow some sugar. Be a good neighbor?" he called, not really caring who the inhabitants thought he was.