[while it's been no time since his "death" in combat and this stupid place, there'd been an eleven year gap between his previous "death" and resurrection. Took a while to shake that rust off, but he had enough time to bring himself back to full strength and even further. originally his unversed were fueled by his own emotions and power; now, he can spawn them from the negative emotions of others. considering the fear and terror war brings, the fright and disgust the sight of his unversed create, people's selfish ugly desires to stay alive. while he's aware he's unable to saturate this entire world in his unversed-- something limits his reach, much to his irritation --an area of this size, with this many bodies in it...
a sick grin spreads beneath his helmet, all the more enthralling because gojo can't see shit through the glass. what a sad guy he is. denied at every turn except the one he really wanted to avoid.
this guy's fast. dodges the table almost effortlessly despite the speed and proximity the attack comes out at. it would've been entertaining to see it crush him under the weight, but he'd be so lucky if that's all the guy could put up. after his talk and manner, there's more to him than flippant words. splintered wood and shards of glass belch from the bar as the table crashes into it, broken bottles and glasses spilling fancy drinks and expensive liquor all over the place. a shout pierces the air as the bartender hits the ground, a piece of table pinning his leg between the back cabinets and heavy debris. collateral damages. ]
Don't get so sore. I'm just having a little fun. [temper tantrum. he isn't even angry. three little monsters scramble and twitch eerily as their sharp red eyes glare hateful and malicious, before skitter off into shadows with their end goal being the exits of the casino area. along the way, each one siphons off panic, fear, indignation from guests and staff alike. head turning slightly on his suit-clad neck, gojo's reflection once more bulges and swells within the concave surface of his mask. watching that casual shrug deform before the guy brings worried staff members into the mess. really? he's gonna try and spoil this for him?]
Hey now, I didn't say anyone could leave. [a massive roar erupts from beneath their previous table of players. his planted seed bursts upward, shoulders and fists heaving heavy wood and glittering chips backwards over the dealer's head (lucky idiot) without giving a care where it lands on the level below. screams and shock fill the air from their original tablemates, causing the unversed's body to swell with even more power. simultaneously, the arching doorways and open spaces leading to other areas of the resort are besotted with swarms of small colorful blobs who like to ram their pointed caps at people and emit poisonous spores, determined to keep everyone within the casino. against the backdrop of the casino area starting to descend into chaos, he faces off against this clear-eyed child with a confident swagger, focus completely on gojo's person.]
Still trying to wriggle outta it. I got a better idea. You stop me before everyone in this room's dead, and I'll take off my mask. If you don't, I guess you'll be dead too.
[before hauling his arm back, the tip of his keyblade igniting with a burst of fire. who the hell ever said this was gonna be a fair fight? all he wants to do is grind this guy into the dirt and whatever way he can accomplish that is fair fucking game! warned him already what happened to the last person who ordered him around. between the bruiser hammering away at the furniture and decor, the doorways blocked by jellyshade swarms, the shadows housing sharp-armed flood, he has every intention of demanding gojo's full attention. ignore the destruction, ignore the carnage and suffering, ignore the calls for help. what kind of person is this guy?]
Lets see how damn weak your heart is! [and contemptuously slings his keyblade down, firing a blast of three blazing orbs, not at gojo, but at the man trapped behind his alcohol-soaked bar.]
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a sick grin spreads beneath his helmet, all the more enthralling because gojo can't see shit through the glass. what a sad guy he is. denied at every turn except the one he really wanted to avoid.
this guy's fast. dodges the table almost effortlessly despite the speed and proximity the attack comes out at. it would've been entertaining to see it crush him under the weight, but he'd be so lucky if that's all the guy could put up. after his talk and manner, there's more to him than flippant words. splintered wood and shards of glass belch from the bar as the table crashes into it, broken bottles and glasses spilling fancy drinks and expensive liquor all over the place. a shout pierces the air as the bartender hits the ground, a piece of table pinning his leg between the back cabinets and heavy debris. collateral damages. ]
Don't get so sore. I'm just having a little fun. [temper tantrum. he isn't even angry. three little monsters scramble and twitch eerily as their sharp red eyes glare hateful and malicious, before skitter off into shadows with their end goal being the exits of the casino area. along the way, each one siphons off panic, fear, indignation from guests and staff alike. head turning slightly on his suit-clad neck, gojo's reflection once more bulges and swells within the concave surface of his mask. watching that casual shrug deform before the guy brings worried staff members into the mess. really? he's gonna try and spoil this for him?]
Hey now, I didn't say anyone could leave. [a massive roar erupts from beneath their previous table of players. his planted seed bursts upward, shoulders and fists heaving heavy wood and glittering chips backwards over the dealer's head (lucky idiot) without giving a care where it lands on the level below. screams and shock fill the air from their original tablemates, causing the unversed's body to swell with even more power. simultaneously, the arching doorways and open spaces leading to other areas of the resort are besotted with swarms of small colorful blobs who like to ram their pointed caps at people and emit poisonous spores, determined to keep everyone within the casino. against the backdrop of the casino area starting to descend into chaos, he faces off against this clear-eyed child with a confident swagger, focus completely on gojo's person.]
Still trying to wriggle outta it. I got a better idea. You stop me before everyone in this room's dead, and I'll take off my mask. If you don't, I guess you'll be dead too.
[before hauling his arm back, the tip of his keyblade igniting with a burst of fire. who the hell ever said this was gonna be a fair fight? all he wants to do is grind this guy into the dirt and whatever way he can accomplish that is fair fucking game! warned him already what happened to the last person who ordered him around. between the bruiser hammering away at the furniture and decor, the doorways blocked by jellyshade swarms, the shadows housing sharp-armed flood, he has every intention of demanding gojo's full attention. ignore the destruction, ignore the carnage and suffering, ignore the calls for help. what kind of person is this guy?]
Lets see how damn weak your heart is! [and contemptuously slings his keyblade down, firing a blast of three blazing orbs, not at gojo, but at the man trapped behind his alcohol-soaked bar.]