Post by Impossible on Dec 10, 2016 16:30:19 GMT -5
Ooc: Training for ttp
Impossible was enjoying having his new status as a 'senior member' of Uzaki Enterprises. Oh, he didn't particularly care about the title, that didn't matter if no one knows about it. He hasn't gotten a paycheck yet, so that wasn't why he was happy, literally glowing a soft yellow, annoying a certain someone. No, the real reason that he was glad that he got the promotion was that he was free. He was free of the laughing, psychotic, cheese obsessed man that was known as Kitai Yoru. "And it seems that I no longer have to follow you. How's it feel now that we have the same position?" Impo said, leaning against the wall next to the doorway in the lab Kitai always uses.
There wasn't much of a reaction from Kitai, or at least to the untrained eye, but the madman wasn't good enough to hide his tells, at least from him. It was Impo's turn to grin at the man. Oh how sweet this was, just rubbing it in his face. Kitai and Impo weren't friends. They weren't buddies, they didn't like each other. At the most, they were mutual allies, at least they hated the each other's guts. Kitai was someone who only knew hate, and showed it by taking it out on non-human races, viewing them as monstrosities and abominations of nature.
Impo wasn't human in his eyes.
Kitai responded by laughing. It was dark, twisted... evil. He threw whatever he was working on at the failure in denial, who widened his eyes in response. His flood was up, it was always up, and in the instant that Impo realized that he wasn't able to catch it with his flood, he released a Hado: #1 sho at the object. The power and speed of it was reduced greatly, but not stopped. Impo quickly moved to the side, as the metal thing slammed into the wall where he once was. Impo didn't stop to look at it though. No, his attention was currently focused on Kitai, who was firmly grabbing his face.
His face was close, glaring into the failure's glowing left eye, the one that actually had a pupil. "Huehuehuehue, It feels like a brainless brat, thinking that he is actually close enough to my strength to try and make me, hmhmhmh, jealous of him!" It was Jack talking to him, he could tell by the pompous tone of his voice. "Hehahaha! Now, since you're my 'equal', HAHAHAHAA, I don't need to SEE YOUR GLOWING HIDE ANYMORE! Now GET OUT! I don't like staring into a F#%KING LIGHTBULB ALL THE TIME!" He told the failure, watching him as the teen left. "Sigh.... I'm gonna miss him. They grow up so fast." Glad that the walls were soundproof, as he picked up his metal thing, and resumed working on it.
Impo fled the room, clearly rattled by what transpired a few moments ago. His skin had faded back to white, though there were many blue patches on his visible skin, along, with a few other random colors, representing sadness and confusion respectively. That had... not been what Impossible had been expecting out of the black-clad fullbringer, though I'd he were being honest, he hadn't been expecting a whole lot from the man. He had thought that he might get something emotionally deep from the guy he had trained under for the past several months, but no, Kitai had essentially spat in his face with words.
That hadn't been the worst part of the whole ordeal either. The fullbringer had made abundantly clear that, despite them holding the same rank, the depths of their power and skill was still worlds apart. Kitai could have killed him in so many ways, it made him a tad green, feeling sick and more than a little envious. And it wasn't as if Impo couldn't see the man moving either, oh no, he saw every high-speed detail of that little altercation. Its gotten to the point that his body couldn't keep up with his mind anymore, operating beyond what most could even imagine. And it scared him.
It was awesome that he had the ability to see Kitai, for his inhuman speed, while moving, but his flood wasn't at the point where he could actually do anything about it. He was still weak, even if it was only in comparison to that madman. But he knew that even then, he was low on the ladder in terms of fighters. And that made him mad, shifting all the colors on his skin to red, leaving only that and white. He needed to get stronger, if only to shut Kitai up. The more he had the better, and what better time than now to start. He immediately started towards the elevators, and pressed the button for the training room.
He must have been too absorbed in his anger, because once he entered the room, he found that someone was already using it. "Oh, crap, sorry, I didn't know this room was in use. I'll come back later." He said in an embarrassed tone, looking the part, red fading away to a considerable less amount of yellow. He was about to leave, when he noticed that the man was... something from Hell. He turned to face the man, and noticed chains on the man. "Wait, aren't you that guy that fought Kitai last month?" He asked in curiosity. The description fit, that and the chains, of course. Then he got an idea. "Actually, maybe we could have a spar or something? I'm sure that training with someone else is much better than training alone, so how bout it?" He said, flood still surrounding everything within ten feet of him, as he stood in the doorway, waiting for his answer.
Impossible was enjoying having his new status as a 'senior member' of Uzaki Enterprises. Oh, he didn't particularly care about the title, that didn't matter if no one knows about it. He hasn't gotten a paycheck yet, so that wasn't why he was happy, literally glowing a soft yellow, annoying a certain someone. No, the real reason that he was glad that he got the promotion was that he was free. He was free of the laughing, psychotic, cheese obsessed man that was known as Kitai Yoru. "And it seems that I no longer have to follow you. How's it feel now that we have the same position?" Impo said, leaning against the wall next to the doorway in the lab Kitai always uses.
There wasn't much of a reaction from Kitai, or at least to the untrained eye, but the madman wasn't good enough to hide his tells, at least from him. It was Impo's turn to grin at the man. Oh how sweet this was, just rubbing it in his face. Kitai and Impo weren't friends. They weren't buddies, they didn't like each other. At the most, they were mutual allies, at least they hated the each other's guts. Kitai was someone who only knew hate, and showed it by taking it out on non-human races, viewing them as monstrosities and abominations of nature.
Impo wasn't human in his eyes.
Kitai responded by laughing. It was dark, twisted... evil. He threw whatever he was working on at the failure in denial, who widened his eyes in response. His flood was up, it was always up, and in the instant that Impo realized that he wasn't able to catch it with his flood, he released a Hado: #1 sho at the object. The power and speed of it was reduced greatly, but not stopped. Impo quickly moved to the side, as the metal thing slammed into the wall where he once was. Impo didn't stop to look at it though. No, his attention was currently focused on Kitai, who was firmly grabbing his face.
His face was close, glaring into the failure's glowing left eye, the one that actually had a pupil. "Huehuehuehue, It feels like a brainless brat, thinking that he is actually close enough to my strength to try and make me, hmhmhmh, jealous of him!" It was Jack talking to him, he could tell by the pompous tone of his voice. "Hehahaha! Now, since you're my 'equal', HAHAHAHAA, I don't need to SEE YOUR GLOWING HIDE ANYMORE! Now GET OUT! I don't like staring into a F#%KING LIGHTBULB ALL THE TIME!" He told the failure, watching him as the teen left. "Sigh.... I'm gonna miss him. They grow up so fast." Glad that the walls were soundproof, as he picked up his metal thing, and resumed working on it.
Impo fled the room, clearly rattled by what transpired a few moments ago. His skin had faded back to white, though there were many blue patches on his visible skin, along, with a few other random colors, representing sadness and confusion respectively. That had... not been what Impossible had been expecting out of the black-clad fullbringer, though I'd he were being honest, he hadn't been expecting a whole lot from the man. He had thought that he might get something emotionally deep from the guy he had trained under for the past several months, but no, Kitai had essentially spat in his face with words.
That hadn't been the worst part of the whole ordeal either. The fullbringer had made abundantly clear that, despite them holding the same rank, the depths of their power and skill was still worlds apart. Kitai could have killed him in so many ways, it made him a tad green, feeling sick and more than a little envious. And it wasn't as if Impo couldn't see the man moving either, oh no, he saw every high-speed detail of that little altercation. Its gotten to the point that his body couldn't keep up with his mind anymore, operating beyond what most could even imagine. And it scared him.
It was awesome that he had the ability to see Kitai, for his inhuman speed, while moving, but his flood wasn't at the point where he could actually do anything about it. He was still weak, even if it was only in comparison to that madman. But he knew that even then, he was low on the ladder in terms of fighters. And that made him mad, shifting all the colors on his skin to red, leaving only that and white. He needed to get stronger, if only to shut Kitai up. The more he had the better, and what better time than now to start. He immediately started towards the elevators, and pressed the button for the training room.
He must have been too absorbed in his anger, because once he entered the room, he found that someone was already using it. "Oh, crap, sorry, I didn't know this room was in use. I'll come back later." He said in an embarrassed tone, looking the part, red fading away to a considerable less amount of yellow. He was about to leave, when he noticed that the man was... something from Hell. He turned to face the man, and noticed chains on the man. "Wait, aren't you that guy that fought Kitai last month?" He asked in curiosity. The description fit, that and the chains, of course. Then he got an idea. "Actually, maybe we could have a spar or something? I'm sure that training with someone else is much better than training alone, so how bout it?" He said, flood still surrounding everything within ten feet of him, as he stood in the doorway, waiting for his answer.