[curses? could be. a blight upon the face of all worlds, spawning hatred and fear in everyone who looked at them. he's heard oaths and foul words spat at them, disdainful looks levied over shining spear heads, pleading rage in tearful faces thrown behind running shoulders. each one of those wretched emotions siphoned off into his unversed and growing their strength. a tragic hilarious irony so few of his victims ever understood. good question on gojou's part. he creates them. he puppeteers them when necessary. he orders them to serve his every word. when he isn't flippant enough to give a command and let them follow it however they please. they are what he feels, hordes of fledgling emotions under his control. running rampant with destruction, darkness, and negativity. the best part of all, whenever they're slaughtered by those do-gooder types, their power, experience, pain, feelings, all of it flows right back into him, increasing his own strength as he loads them into his proverbial gun once more.
yet unlike so many others he's faced, this bastard here refuses to give into despair and anguish. frustration and panic left void, or at least well-covered by his confidence and determination. his unversed aren't able to draw much power from gojou. good thing such a source of terror saturates the rest of the room. a few fighters pop up here and there, surprising, but he can handle them once he rips out this idiot's heart. doesn't matter if gojou realizes the truth. one man can't face down an infinite army growing stronger with each death. he'll crush him beneath sheer numbers if that's what it takes! a fitting end. consider it paybacks for trying to pulverize him in a black hole.]
Lucky you. [behind his mask, he narrows his eyes, paying close attention to slivers of space around gojou's form. splintered table matter, green felt, dust and debris, none of it actually touches him. as he thought. a field of some kind. until he finds a way through it, he won't be able to make physical contact with him. irritating. no way to drive his keyblade through his chest or fire a lock into his heart to shut off his power. gonna be a battle of attrition.
amid cacophonies of battle, he lowers his arm and swings his keyblade from his shoulder. a flock of chrono twisters beat their little wings, flip their hourglass bodies, and churn the sands within as time-based magic builds up inside. maybe he can't touch gojou, but he should still be affected by the space around him. red light blooms from the man's hand straight towards him, a ball of crimson light. even from this far away, he feels its power pulsating in the air. muscles tense, his body shifts to a defensive position and he instantly drags one of his unversed between himself and that ball. an orb of molasses slow force bursts from its body, time slogging to a crawl in its small space-- and gets plowed right through!] What the-?!
[unaffected? no, it simply pushed past the energy like oil and water! pain rips into his left side, caught halfway from his own attempted dodge. snarling in rage, he slams his keyblade's butt into crimson force, unable to pry himself free of its speed. clawing at his suit, ripping into his muscles and sinew, saturated with gojou's irritation (ah, he finally shows some), his body's dragged along for the ride. stone and wood slam into his back, shatter over his bones, debris clatters on his helmet and arms with every layer he's driven through. a shower of glittering coins burst from the slot machine exploding along his spine, painting a lurid gilded shower as his entire figure crushes into the wall. cracks radiate from his outline, head arms legs torso, something wet spits into the surface of his helmet's interior. can't tell if it's blood, bile, or saliva. probably all three. something's busted inside. ribs snapped. skin feels fried down his left half... well that fucking hurt.
and look who it is. blinking into existence before him once again. this dumbass can teleport too. he doesn't even have to lift his head: the crater of plaster and concrete entombing his masked skull's already seen to that. smoke rises from his left side, his suit melted onto his own flesh and muscle, what of it hasn't been ripped and peeled off his bone. damn, not a lot of people can hit him that hard. this guy's strong. and the stronger he is...]
Hn HAHA Ha ha!! [hurts to laugh, hurts to breath, hurts all over, and it's amazing. feeling this agony again. like that damn old man all over again. chest heaving with his laughter, gravel crumbles about his head, dropping grit onto his collar and lower. not gonna come closer, huh? understandable.] You're still holding back. Afraid of committing?
[ignoring those unversed was a bad idea. pages rustle, a murmured chant, darkness and magic flow as the mimic master flings its arms upward amid an ascending column of light. its heavy-bound book spews reams of pages in spiraling bands, surrounding its body in a fluttering shield. and either side of gojou's body is made privy to two of those hovering pages, now bearing his own likeness, suddenly shrinking into cocoons of light and birthing copies of himself. same eyes, same face, same smile. same blue glow and red light on their hands as both of them abruptly fire gojou's own technique at him from close range. admittedly these "fakes" are fragile, running on little hp when attacked, but the unversed's copies are just as powerful as the original. and with gojou showing his techniques already, it's well versed in using them. to say nothing of everyone else remaining in the room who now have to contend with two gojou's with zero qualms about firing their power into the crowds, heedless of innocents they hit while attacking the original.]
Never was good with grace. [rip! chunks of wall tear as he hauls one arm from its imprint. what more fitting battle than to sic this smug self-righteous superior somebody with his own power. fighting style, thought process, arrogance, all mirrored the mimic master hides within its shield of pages. fully able and ready to create another pair of fakes.] Flaunt yourself more. It'll only make them stronger. [rip! another arm as he begins breaking out of his outline. and straightens up as he leers at the other man caught in a battle with his own ego made manifest. the irony's hilarious with this stupid hero.] Go kill yourself.
[metal gleams as he lifts his keyblade in his good arm.] Curaga. [green light, a whirl of leaves and drooping flowers, and burnt skin fleshes out again as his bones seal and his torn muscles knit. healing himself good as new once more. ever the pragmatist, he was never gonna give gojou a fair fight.]
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yet unlike so many others he's faced, this bastard here refuses to give into despair and anguish. frustration and panic left void, or at least well-covered by his confidence and determination. his unversed aren't able to draw much power from gojou. good thing such a source of terror saturates the rest of the room. a few fighters pop up here and there, surprising, but he can handle them once he rips out this idiot's heart. doesn't matter if gojou realizes the truth. one man can't face down an infinite army growing stronger with each death. he'll crush him beneath sheer numbers if that's what it takes! a fitting end. consider it paybacks for trying to pulverize him in a black hole.]
Lucky you. [behind his mask, he narrows his eyes, paying close attention to slivers of space around gojou's form. splintered table matter, green felt, dust and debris, none of it actually touches him. as he thought. a field of some kind. until he finds a way through it, he won't be able to make physical contact with him. irritating. no way to drive his keyblade through his chest or fire a lock into his heart to shut off his power. gonna be a battle of attrition.
amid cacophonies of battle, he lowers his arm and swings his keyblade from his shoulder. a flock of chrono twisters beat their little wings, flip their hourglass bodies, and churn the sands within as time-based magic builds up inside. maybe he can't touch gojou, but he should still be affected by the space around him. red light blooms from the man's hand straight towards him, a ball of crimson light. even from this far away, he feels its power pulsating in the air. muscles tense, his body shifts to a defensive position and he instantly drags one of his unversed between himself and that ball. an orb of molasses slow force bursts from its body, time slogging to a crawl in its small space-- and gets plowed right through!] What the-?!
[unaffected? no, it simply pushed past the energy like oil and water! pain rips into his left side, caught halfway from his own attempted dodge. snarling in rage, he slams his keyblade's butt into crimson force, unable to pry himself free of its speed. clawing at his suit, ripping into his muscles and sinew, saturated with gojou's irritation (ah, he finally shows some), his body's dragged along for the ride. stone and wood slam into his back, shatter over his bones, debris clatters on his helmet and arms with every layer he's driven through. a shower of glittering coins burst from the slot machine exploding along his spine, painting a lurid gilded shower as his entire figure crushes into the wall. cracks radiate from his outline, head arms legs torso, something wet spits into the surface of his helmet's interior. can't tell if it's blood, bile, or saliva. probably all three. something's busted inside. ribs snapped. skin feels fried down his left half... well that fucking hurt.
and look who it is. blinking into existence before him once again. this dumbass can teleport too. he doesn't even have to lift his head: the crater of plaster and concrete entombing his masked skull's already seen to that. smoke rises from his left side, his suit melted onto his own flesh and muscle, what of it hasn't been ripped and peeled off his bone. damn, not a lot of people can hit him that hard. this guy's strong. and the stronger he is...]
Hn HAHA Ha ha!! [hurts to laugh, hurts to breath, hurts all over, and it's amazing. feeling this agony again. like that damn old man all over again. chest heaving with his laughter, gravel crumbles about his head, dropping grit onto his collar and lower. not gonna come closer, huh? understandable.] You're still holding back. Afraid of committing?
[ignoring those unversed was a bad idea. pages rustle, a murmured chant, darkness and magic flow as the mimic master flings its arms upward amid an ascending column of light. its heavy-bound book spews reams of pages in spiraling bands, surrounding its body in a fluttering shield. and either side of gojou's body is made privy to two of those hovering pages, now bearing his own likeness, suddenly shrinking into cocoons of light and birthing copies of himself. same eyes, same face, same smile. same blue glow and red light on their hands as both of them abruptly fire gojou's own technique at him from close range. admittedly these "fakes" are fragile, running on little hp when attacked, but the unversed's copies are just as powerful as the original. and with gojou showing his techniques already, it's well versed in using them. to say nothing of everyone else remaining in the room who now have to contend with two gojou's with zero qualms about firing their power into the crowds, heedless of innocents they hit while attacking the original.]
Never was good with grace. [rip! chunks of wall tear as he hauls one arm from its imprint. what more fitting battle than to sic this smug self-righteous superior somebody with his own power. fighting style, thought process, arrogance, all mirrored the mimic master hides within its shield of pages. fully able and ready to create another pair of fakes.] Flaunt yourself more. It'll only make them stronger. [rip! another arm as he begins breaking out of his outline. and straightens up as he leers at the other man caught in a battle with his own ego made manifest. the irony's hilarious with this stupid hero.] Go kill yourself.
[metal gleams as he lifts his keyblade in his good arm.] Curaga. [green light, a whirl of leaves and drooping flowers, and burnt skin fleshes out again as his bones seal and his torn muscles knit. healing himself good as new once more. ever the pragmatist, he was never gonna give gojou a fair fight.]