Log: Attempted Payback [Skin Boric and Sora
Who: Sora (chosen_heart) and Skin Boric (original_wrath)
What: Fight
When: Earlier today?
Where: Skin Boric's room (Room 616)
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Sora knew that people were going to be furious with him. He had a mental list in his mind of the people who tried so hard to protect him and would yell at him for thinking of doing this. He was grateful that so many people cared, he was. Part of him was even touched that Riku went so far to make sure Sora didn't endanger himself by going after Skin Boric when he had Axel. But- as nice as their protection was, Sora wanted to be the one to protect. And that meant not letting people who harmed those he loved get away.
He stood in front of Skin Boric's door, a door he had spent a good while trying to find. This was a horrible plan, he could imagine Roxas telling him. But someone had to teach the Noahs that there were some people you don't mess with. Axel was his friend, he was important. He was someone that he wanted the Noah made to think twice about before messing with. And lets face it, the brunette wanted payback. You don't mess with the keyblade master's friends and expect for him to stand by and let you get away with it.
You must not meddle with the affairs of other worlds.
He knew that rule, and tried to follow it, really. But this wasn't anyone's worlds, not really. Besides, Sora thought he could take exception when someone messed with someone he considered part of his.
Undoing the lock with the keyblade with ease, he kicked in the door. First impression was everything if you wanted someone to remember a lesson.
Unfortunately for Sora, the first impression would take a while to sink in. Skin had taken quite the beating from Kanda (though never would he admit to it so long as he lived), and the loss of his thunder... well. He hadn't been conscious since the fight.
But the sound of the door slamming open caused him to stir. He wasn't exactly awake, but he wasn't exactly asleep either, and immediately his incredibly muddled mind began to cast about for some sort of reason. But his body, at least at the moment, seemed to have no plans on listening to him, and all he could really manage was a low, irritated groan. Who the hell was it, anyway? Couldn't be Tyki, that fuck would be off frolicking with the humans somewhere. The exorcist, maybe, come back to finish what he'd started? Skin's groan turned into an angry growl as he tried his damndest to move and see who it was.
Skin sure looked like he matched the description of a bad guy. Big, brutish, and ugly to boot. Sora came into the room with his keyblade drawn. He didn't expect Skin to know who he was, in fact he counted on this. Last thing he needed was a bunch of Noahs coming after him for this. The Organization was enough as it was.
"Hi Skinny," he said, looking down at the guy who was trying to see who had broke into his room. "Did I wake you?"
He swung down the keyblade at the Noah. Unfair move maybe, but anger Sora enough and he had no limits to how unchivalrous he could be.
Skin grunted. Skinny? Who the fuck called him-
Then the keyblade bit into his flesh, and Skin roared with sudden pain and fury. Now he was awake, that was certain. He lashed out blindly, trying to hit whatever thing was causing him pain-
Instinctually he rapidly shifted into his golem form, his eyes turning an eerie white as they focused on Sora. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" he shouted. Normally he wouldn't have bothered; normally he would have already been behind this brat, lifting him to toss him into the wall, or crushing his skull, or any number of things. But his mind was still fuzzy with sleep and now pain and that constant underlying sense of something incredibly precious lost.
He dodged the lashing out with ease, and couldn't help but smirk a little when he saw the guy transformed. Axel had mentioned something about impenetrable rock - this must of been what he meant.
Luckily keyblade could cut into a lot more things than fire could ever hope to.
"Friend of Axel," Sora replied. He swung the keyblade again, this time in an underarm swing with all the strength he had in it to make sure it penetrated. "You picked the wrong guy to mess with.
In a heartbeat Skin was back on his feet, staring down at the kid with such an intensity of hatred it seemed to roll off him in waves like heat.
Skin didn't move when the kid swung his weird looking sword. The thing, whatever it was, bit deeply into his side, but this time around, Skin didn't move nor flinch. Instead his features cracked into a wicked smile. "Seems like I picked the RIGHT fucking guy if you ask me!" How convenient that his prey was coming to HIM now, so he didn't even have to seek it out.
Again he swung a fist at Sora, with much more accuracy this time. This was not Skin's way of fighting; this was Skin's way of testing, to see if his prey was even worth the time.
He could see that the keyblade did some damage, but the guy didn't flinch. Okay, that was unnerving but Sora didn't let it get to him. He had still faced scarier enemies than this.
A punch came at him and Sora ducked, it missing him just barely over his head. There were some good things about being so short. "You really didn't because you see-"
This time while he was low to the ground he aimed the keyblade at the guy's leg, swinging to knock the back of the guy's knee out. "People shouldn't mess with someone I consider my friend. I get cranky and feel the need for payback." He was no exorcist. Exorcists struggled to save one world. He had saved dozens already. That showed something in Sora's opinion.
By the time Sora finished his swing, Skin was already gone, like he'd vanished. A low chuckle came from across the room, behind Sora.
"The fuck do you think I am? I'm not some human, kid," Skin said, stepping forward with that maniacal glint in his eye. "And you're no exorcist. You have no idea what you're dealing with.. which just makes it more fun for me."
With a horrible laugh Skin was gone again, only to reappear directly behind the kid and strike out with a fist to the side of the his head.
Sora felt a fist slam into his head. Ow. Great, another person that could move at Organization member speed. The force of the blow made Sora's small body fly back into the room.
But he never hit the ground. Instead, he did a recover, flipping himself back up into a rightful position and lunging again at the Noah. He moved at his fastest speed, slashing a wide range of where the Noah could be.
"Really? Seems like I'm dealing with some big ugly brute that calls himself a Noah to me," Sora taunted right back. He had yet to be intimidated by this guy, seemed like he was nothing worse than any Organization member...except minus any weapon.
Skin's expression remained at indifference, though inwardly, he was a little surprised. The boy was fast... not nearly as fast as Kanda Yuu, but not too bad for some random idiot sheep of a human. And the slash was a good one, too, Skin would give him that; the boy managed to catch his arm as he moved out of the way.
But for some reason those next comments struck some kind of nerve. Skin growled viciously at the boy. "I don't CALL myself a Noah, brat!" he roared. "I AM ONE!" Without further ado Skin grabbed the boy's arm and heaved, slamming Sora very hard into a wall.
The slam against the wall hurt a lot as his back hit the wall. Sora gritted his teeth so he wouldn't shout out in pain - he wouldn't give Skin that pleasure. But he would feel that one later, he knew it.
"Like I care," he said through his gritted teeth. It didn't matter to him what the guy was to Sora that much. He was no exorcist, and while he wanted them to win, it wasn't his war. His reason for being here had nothing to do with any of that.
"To me, you're nothing more than a bastard who hurt my friend," He lunged forward again at him, the keyblade still swinging. If there was one thing that was hard to do, it was keeping Sora down for very long.
Skin wasn't really hearing Sora's explanation. Skin had selective hearing like that. All he was focusing on was the "calling himself" a Noah bit. After the loss of his thunder...
He took it very, very personally.
And he would CRUSH this little flea that DARED TO QUESTION HIM!
In his rage, Skin let the keyblade bite into him, too furious to give much care to what, to him, was more or less equivalent to a stick. In response he punched Sora in the gut - hard. "YOU STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE DEALING WITH!"
The punch made Sora fly back and hit the back wall. He groaned as he pulled himself back up. This guy was strong, and really angry. While Sora wanted nothing more than to beat this guy, he knew it would have to wait for another time.
He saw the window near him, he saw his exit. It could be his only exit -- staying here longer than that could mean possible death or severe injury. And that he knew, was a stupid plan.
He back jab his elbow into the glass, smashing it open. Jumping up on the ledge he gave Skin a glare he gave only to those he planned to kill. "And neither do you." He pointed his keyblade at the Noah.
Skin was already advancing on the little human, though he took his time. Piece of trash wasn't worth all that much effort from him, and the Earl had said to wait on akuma...
He frowned unpleasantly when Sora broke the window, and looked extremely unimpressed when the keyblade was pointed at him. "You got a point?" Skin asked flatly. Then he again charged at the keyblade master, throwing another solid punch. If the kid fell out the window and died, it didn't matter much to him. If the kid lived, then, well... he'd go from there. Fucking humans. Normally they didn't cause him this much goddamn trouble.
Sora barely sidestepped the punch, his hand holding onto one edge of the window. He looked straight at the Noah, there was no fear in his eyes. Skin Boric was just another brute, another enemy. Sora had seen scarier and had smirked as they faded into nothingness. Skin was nothing special.
"Hurt my friends again," he said. "And you'll wish you only had Exorcists to worry about." He pulled his keyblade arm back, then threw it forward and released the quickly; making it spin as it flew quickly to strike at his ugly opponent.
Then he jumped.
Skin just stared as the kid talked, his expression flat. It was all "blah blah blah" to him anyway. He didn't give a shit about whatever fancy statements a human had to make.
Then the kid did something interesting and jumped out the window. Huh.
Of course, there was still the matter of the keyblade flying at him. With his typical speed he merely dodged out of the way and watched it embed itself in the wall. Guh. Stupid, idiot... Skin walked over and went to pry the blade out of his wall, but as soon as he touched the hilt, the keyblade vanished. Skin blinked, mild surprise registering on his face for a moment. Then he just stood there for a moment before moving back to his destroyed window, sticking his head out to see the kid was long gone.
Good fucking riddance, as far as Skin was concerned. He had better things to do, like go the fuck back to sleep.
What: Fight
When: Earlier today?
Where: Skin Boric's room (Room 616)
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Sora knew that people were going to be furious with him. He had a mental list in his mind of the people who tried so hard to protect him and would yell at him for thinking of doing this. He was grateful that so many people cared, he was. Part of him was even touched that Riku went so far to make sure Sora didn't endanger himself by going after Skin Boric when he had Axel. But- as nice as their protection was, Sora wanted to be the one to protect. And that meant not letting people who harmed those he loved get away.
He stood in front of Skin Boric's door, a door he had spent a good while trying to find. This was a horrible plan, he could imagine Roxas telling him. But someone had to teach the Noahs that there were some people you don't mess with. Axel was his friend, he was important. He was someone that he wanted the Noah made to think twice about before messing with. And lets face it, the brunette wanted payback. You don't mess with the keyblade master's friends and expect for him to stand by and let you get away with it.
You must not meddle with the affairs of other worlds.
He knew that rule, and tried to follow it, really. But this wasn't anyone's worlds, not really. Besides, Sora thought he could take exception when someone messed with someone he considered part of his.
Undoing the lock with the keyblade with ease, he kicked in the door. First impression was everything if you wanted someone to remember a lesson.
Unfortunately for Sora, the first impression would take a while to sink in. Skin had taken quite the beating from Kanda (though never would he admit to it so long as he lived), and the loss of his thunder... well. He hadn't been conscious since the fight.
But the sound of the door slamming open caused him to stir. He wasn't exactly awake, but he wasn't exactly asleep either, and immediately his incredibly muddled mind began to cast about for some sort of reason. But his body, at least at the moment, seemed to have no plans on listening to him, and all he could really manage was a low, irritated groan. Who the hell was it, anyway? Couldn't be Tyki, that fuck would be off frolicking with the humans somewhere. The exorcist, maybe, come back to finish what he'd started? Skin's groan turned into an angry growl as he tried his damndest to move and see who it was.
Skin sure looked like he matched the description of a bad guy. Big, brutish, and ugly to boot. Sora came into the room with his keyblade drawn. He didn't expect Skin to know who he was, in fact he counted on this. Last thing he needed was a bunch of Noahs coming after him for this. The Organization was enough as it was.
"Hi Skinny," he said, looking down at the guy who was trying to see who had broke into his room. "Did I wake you?"
He swung down the keyblade at the Noah. Unfair move maybe, but anger Sora enough and he had no limits to how unchivalrous he could be.
Skin grunted. Skinny? Who the fuck called him-
Then the keyblade bit into his flesh, and Skin roared with sudden pain and fury. Now he was awake, that was certain. He lashed out blindly, trying to hit whatever thing was causing him pain-
Instinctually he rapidly shifted into his golem form, his eyes turning an eerie white as they focused on Sora. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" he shouted. Normally he wouldn't have bothered; normally he would have already been behind this brat, lifting him to toss him into the wall, or crushing his skull, or any number of things. But his mind was still fuzzy with sleep and now pain and that constant underlying sense of something incredibly precious lost.
He dodged the lashing out with ease, and couldn't help but smirk a little when he saw the guy transformed. Axel had mentioned something about impenetrable rock - this must of been what he meant.
Luckily keyblade could cut into a lot more things than fire could ever hope to.
"Friend of Axel," Sora replied. He swung the keyblade again, this time in an underarm swing with all the strength he had in it to make sure it penetrated. "You picked the wrong guy to mess with.
In a heartbeat Skin was back on his feet, staring down at the kid with such an intensity of hatred it seemed to roll off him in waves like heat.
Skin didn't move when the kid swung his weird looking sword. The thing, whatever it was, bit deeply into his side, but this time around, Skin didn't move nor flinch. Instead his features cracked into a wicked smile. "Seems like I picked the RIGHT fucking guy if you ask me!" How convenient that his prey was coming to HIM now, so he didn't even have to seek it out.
Again he swung a fist at Sora, with much more accuracy this time. This was not Skin's way of fighting; this was Skin's way of testing, to see if his prey was even worth the time.
He could see that the keyblade did some damage, but the guy didn't flinch. Okay, that was unnerving but Sora didn't let it get to him. He had still faced scarier enemies than this.
A punch came at him and Sora ducked, it missing him just barely over his head. There were some good things about being so short. "You really didn't because you see-"
This time while he was low to the ground he aimed the keyblade at the guy's leg, swinging to knock the back of the guy's knee out. "People shouldn't mess with someone I consider my friend. I get cranky and feel the need for payback." He was no exorcist. Exorcists struggled to save one world. He had saved dozens already. That showed something in Sora's opinion.
By the time Sora finished his swing, Skin was already gone, like he'd vanished. A low chuckle came from across the room, behind Sora.
"The fuck do you think I am? I'm not some human, kid," Skin said, stepping forward with that maniacal glint in his eye. "And you're no exorcist. You have no idea what you're dealing with.. which just makes it more fun for me."
With a horrible laugh Skin was gone again, only to reappear directly behind the kid and strike out with a fist to the side of the his head.
Sora felt a fist slam into his head. Ow. Great, another person that could move at Organization member speed. The force of the blow made Sora's small body fly back into the room.
But he never hit the ground. Instead, he did a recover, flipping himself back up into a rightful position and lunging again at the Noah. He moved at his fastest speed, slashing a wide range of where the Noah could be.
"Really? Seems like I'm dealing with some big ugly brute that calls himself a Noah to me," Sora taunted right back. He had yet to be intimidated by this guy, seemed like he was nothing worse than any Organization member...except minus any weapon.
Skin's expression remained at indifference, though inwardly, he was a little surprised. The boy was fast... not nearly as fast as Kanda Yuu, but not too bad for some random idiot sheep of a human. And the slash was a good one, too, Skin would give him that; the boy managed to catch his arm as he moved out of the way.
But for some reason those next comments struck some kind of nerve. Skin growled viciously at the boy. "I don't CALL myself a Noah, brat!" he roared. "I AM ONE!" Without further ado Skin grabbed the boy's arm and heaved, slamming Sora very hard into a wall.
The slam against the wall hurt a lot as his back hit the wall. Sora gritted his teeth so he wouldn't shout out in pain - he wouldn't give Skin that pleasure. But he would feel that one later, he knew it.
"Like I care," he said through his gritted teeth. It didn't matter to him what the guy was to Sora that much. He was no exorcist, and while he wanted them to win, it wasn't his war. His reason for being here had nothing to do with any of that.
"To me, you're nothing more than a bastard who hurt my friend," He lunged forward again at him, the keyblade still swinging. If there was one thing that was hard to do, it was keeping Sora down for very long.
Skin wasn't really hearing Sora's explanation. Skin had selective hearing like that. All he was focusing on was the "calling himself" a Noah bit. After the loss of his thunder...
He took it very, very personally.
And he would CRUSH this little flea that DARED TO QUESTION HIM!
In his rage, Skin let the keyblade bite into him, too furious to give much care to what, to him, was more or less equivalent to a stick. In response he punched Sora in the gut - hard. "YOU STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE DEALING WITH!"
The punch made Sora fly back and hit the back wall. He groaned as he pulled himself back up. This guy was strong, and really angry. While Sora wanted nothing more than to beat this guy, he knew it would have to wait for another time.
He saw the window near him, he saw his exit. It could be his only exit -- staying here longer than that could mean possible death or severe injury. And that he knew, was a stupid plan.
He back jab his elbow into the glass, smashing it open. Jumping up on the ledge he gave Skin a glare he gave only to those he planned to kill. "And neither do you." He pointed his keyblade at the Noah.
Skin was already advancing on the little human, though he took his time. Piece of trash wasn't worth all that much effort from him, and the Earl had said to wait on akuma...
He frowned unpleasantly when Sora broke the window, and looked extremely unimpressed when the keyblade was pointed at him. "You got a point?" Skin asked flatly. Then he again charged at the keyblade master, throwing another solid punch. If the kid fell out the window and died, it didn't matter much to him. If the kid lived, then, well... he'd go from there. Fucking humans. Normally they didn't cause him this much goddamn trouble.
Sora barely sidestepped the punch, his hand holding onto one edge of the window. He looked straight at the Noah, there was no fear in his eyes. Skin Boric was just another brute, another enemy. Sora had seen scarier and had smirked as they faded into nothingness. Skin was nothing special.
"Hurt my friends again," he said. "And you'll wish you only had Exorcists to worry about." He pulled his keyblade arm back, then threw it forward and released the quickly; making it spin as it flew quickly to strike at his ugly opponent.
Then he jumped.
Skin just stared as the kid talked, his expression flat. It was all "blah blah blah" to him anyway. He didn't give a shit about whatever fancy statements a human had to make.
Then the kid did something interesting and jumped out the window. Huh.
Of course, there was still the matter of the keyblade flying at him. With his typical speed he merely dodged out of the way and watched it embed itself in the wall. Guh. Stupid, idiot... Skin walked over and went to pry the blade out of his wall, but as soon as he touched the hilt, the keyblade vanished. Skin blinked, mild surprise registering on his face for a moment. Then he just stood there for a moment before moving back to his destroyed window, sticking his head out to see the kid was long gone.
Good fucking riddance, as far as Skin was concerned. He had better things to do, like go the fuck back to sleep.