Post by Skoll Koryu on Jul 20, 2021 13:20:05 GMT -5
“I said let me go, you fucking assholes! You touch me again, and I’ll rip off your balls and stuff them down your goddamn throat!”
A minor outburst in the Senkaimon plaza drew eyes towards the spectacle as a small unit of three Shinigami emerged, dragging a fourth individual between them. Unlike the other three, the person being “escorted” back into Soul Society was no Shinigami, but a the lupine Beast-Clansman they dragged between them as they made their way towards the nearest administration center. Snarling and swearing—and coming up with even more colorful terms as the group made their way down the walkway—the wolf’s eyes were filled with fury, and his gaze cast back and forth along the crowd, as if daring them to judge him, as if begging them to give him a reason to loose his anger.
Though it wasn’t unusual for him to be anywhere between unruly and temperamental on the best of days, Skoll’s anger was fairly justified this time around. All he had been doing was wandering in the World of the Living, as was his right, and some damn Bount had attacked him out of nowhere. Sure, things had gotten a little rough, but the half-demon wolf had done nothing but defend himself. Okay, so maybe he had gone a tad overboard, what with destroying the man’s knee with an attack and heavily battering him otherwise, but Skoll had gotten as good as he had given; one of his arms was broken at the wrist, while the other was badly bruised and still might be fractured. His back and shoulders were black-and-blue beneath the fur thanks to the spray of attacks from one of the Bount’s drones, and various scrapes and cuts from Skoll’s many impacts with the ground coated his form. And that wasn’t even including the amount of dirt and blood that was crusting on his fur…
Yeah, Skoll had every reason to be mad.
Skoll’s outbursts only earned him another cuff on the head from one of his captors, a relatively light blow that was more admonishing than painful, and the Nakabakki turned to snap his jaws in frustration at the man, reflexively reaching up to slug him back in return. All that did was earn him a fresh wave of dizzying pain from his injured arms that left him staggering, his balance briefly corrected by the same Shinigami who had given the corrective slap. Glaring, the sullen half-demon turned from the man, muttering about him not being worth the time while straightening up and “accidentally” treading down hard on the man’s foot. His petty comeback accomplished, Skoll just continued to glare as he was led into a large building, one he was uncomfortably familiar with.
“...You again?”
As expected from someone of Skoll’s personality, visits to the detainment center were fairly frequent. More than once, the Nakabakki had been dragged in, much like today, to be detained in a cell until he could cool off. Given his temper and his antagonistic nature, Skoll found himself in shouting matches, brawls, you name it, and more than once his fights had to be stopped when he got angry enough to start breaking things. Naturally, most people did not take well to having buildings damaged or shopfronts smashed, and so inevitably the half-demon found himself in one form of temporary imprisonment or another. Apparently, he’d been at this one so many times that he’d become a regular.
“Alright, what’d you do this time…?”
Surprisingly, processing went by quickly, and Skoll was let off with only a warning; given he had been defending himself rather than being the one initiating combat, he had been given a slap on the wrist. Of course, said slap came with a ban from using the Senkaimon for the next few weeks as a result of his sneaking through, but that was a relatively light punishment. The half-demon found himself thankful that he wasn’t sent to wait in a cell until someone from his pack came to pick him up again; it was a rather humiliating experience, especially the lecture that tended to come afterwards.
On his way out, Skoll had been offered an opportunity to be examined by the medical staff on hand to have his injuries checked out, but he bluntly refused. After having been attacked by Shinigami and dragged back to Soul Society despite a lack of fault on his part, the half-demon wanted nothing to do with their magic or medicine; he decided that he’d rather deal with the results of his little skirmish instead. Sure, it was a bit of a prideful move on his part, but Skoll was stubborn and refused to budge on that point. Eventually, they’d been forced to let him go after at least getting his arms properly bound up in slings for support, and that much had nearly been done at swordpoint to keep the wolf compliant.
That was okay though; Skoll had an idea, and a far better way to deal with his injuries than allowing the Shinigami to help him. Rather than lingering in the Rukongai, shopping or drinking or just plain loitering, the half-demon quickly exited towards the wilderness. He had met another individual outside of Soul Society who would be able to help him, and all he would need to do is find the guy’s territory. If he recalled correctly, it wasn’t too far from his own. Maybe. So long as they hadn’t moved and decided to set up camp elsewhere…
It took some time to travel, but eventually Skoll found himself in the general area in which he’d met the other person, where the two of them had fought and the half-demon had ended up with one hell of a headache. Though there was no proof that the other would be around, the Nakabakki decided to give it a shot anyway, to see if he could get his quarry’s attention. He took a deep breath, and then shouted out into the open space, hoping to get the other’s attention.
“Hey, pussycat! Leave off your harem pack for a few fuckin’ minutes and get over here! Show your handsome mug so I can kick your ass again! Pspspspsps!”
A minor outburst in the Senkaimon plaza drew eyes towards the spectacle as a small unit of three Shinigami emerged, dragging a fourth individual between them. Unlike the other three, the person being “escorted” back into Soul Society was no Shinigami, but a the lupine Beast-Clansman they dragged between them as they made their way towards the nearest administration center. Snarling and swearing—and coming up with even more colorful terms as the group made their way down the walkway—the wolf’s eyes were filled with fury, and his gaze cast back and forth along the crowd, as if daring them to judge him, as if begging them to give him a reason to loose his anger.
Though it wasn’t unusual for him to be anywhere between unruly and temperamental on the best of days, Skoll’s anger was fairly justified this time around. All he had been doing was wandering in the World of the Living, as was his right, and some damn Bount had attacked him out of nowhere. Sure, things had gotten a little rough, but the half-demon wolf had done nothing but defend himself. Okay, so maybe he had gone a tad overboard, what with destroying the man’s knee with an attack and heavily battering him otherwise, but Skoll had gotten as good as he had given; one of his arms was broken at the wrist, while the other was badly bruised and still might be fractured. His back and shoulders were black-and-blue beneath the fur thanks to the spray of attacks from one of the Bount’s drones, and various scrapes and cuts from Skoll’s many impacts with the ground coated his form. And that wasn’t even including the amount of dirt and blood that was crusting on his fur…
Yeah, Skoll had every reason to be mad.
Skoll’s outbursts only earned him another cuff on the head from one of his captors, a relatively light blow that was more admonishing than painful, and the Nakabakki turned to snap his jaws in frustration at the man, reflexively reaching up to slug him back in return. All that did was earn him a fresh wave of dizzying pain from his injured arms that left him staggering, his balance briefly corrected by the same Shinigami who had given the corrective slap. Glaring, the sullen half-demon turned from the man, muttering about him not being worth the time while straightening up and “accidentally” treading down hard on the man’s foot. His petty comeback accomplished, Skoll just continued to glare as he was led into a large building, one he was uncomfortably familiar with.
“...You again?”
As expected from someone of Skoll’s personality, visits to the detainment center were fairly frequent. More than once, the Nakabakki had been dragged in, much like today, to be detained in a cell until he could cool off. Given his temper and his antagonistic nature, Skoll found himself in shouting matches, brawls, you name it, and more than once his fights had to be stopped when he got angry enough to start breaking things. Naturally, most people did not take well to having buildings damaged or shopfronts smashed, and so inevitably the half-demon found himself in one form of temporary imprisonment or another. Apparently, he’d been at this one so many times that he’d become a regular.
“Alright, what’d you do this time…?”
Surprisingly, processing went by quickly, and Skoll was let off with only a warning; given he had been defending himself rather than being the one initiating combat, he had been given a slap on the wrist. Of course, said slap came with a ban from using the Senkaimon for the next few weeks as a result of his sneaking through, but that was a relatively light punishment. The half-demon found himself thankful that he wasn’t sent to wait in a cell until someone from his pack came to pick him up again; it was a rather humiliating experience, especially the lecture that tended to come afterwards.
On his way out, Skoll had been offered an opportunity to be examined by the medical staff on hand to have his injuries checked out, but he bluntly refused. After having been attacked by Shinigami and dragged back to Soul Society despite a lack of fault on his part, the half-demon wanted nothing to do with their magic or medicine; he decided that he’d rather deal with the results of his little skirmish instead. Sure, it was a bit of a prideful move on his part, but Skoll was stubborn and refused to budge on that point. Eventually, they’d been forced to let him go after at least getting his arms properly bound up in slings for support, and that much had nearly been done at swordpoint to keep the wolf compliant.
That was okay though; Skoll had an idea, and a far better way to deal with his injuries than allowing the Shinigami to help him. Rather than lingering in the Rukongai, shopping or drinking or just plain loitering, the half-demon quickly exited towards the wilderness. He had met another individual outside of Soul Society who would be able to help him, and all he would need to do is find the guy’s territory. If he recalled correctly, it wasn’t too far from his own. Maybe. So long as they hadn’t moved and decided to set up camp elsewhere…
It took some time to travel, but eventually Skoll found himself in the general area in which he’d met the other person, where the two of them had fought and the half-demon had ended up with one hell of a headache. Though there was no proof that the other would be around, the Nakabakki decided to give it a shot anyway, to see if he could get his quarry’s attention. He took a deep breath, and then shouted out into the open space, hoping to get the other’s attention.
“Hey, pussycat! Leave off your harem pack for a few fuckin’ minutes and get over here! Show your handsome mug so I can kick your ass again! Pspspspsps!”
