banjoanjo

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@banjoanjo

Man, you're gonna need some Akasha-level massages after you're done with that post, haha.

@January

Heh, it's pretty rushed towards the end cos there was so much stuff to cover but at least it's done.

@Everyone: Should I change Don's text colour? There are like three people using orange now.

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DONOVAN HORSKA

Donovan’s smile widened when he saw that his accusation dodging made the guy falter, though he made sure to retain the air of polite obliviousness. He knew that the other guy knew that he was playing dumb. It all served to make Running Fist more frustrated, something that always entertained Donovan. This bastard hadn’t even seen half of what Donovan had planned. So when he was offered to meet Nico, he called the guy’s bluff.

“Um, sure! It’ll be good to have people helping each other out for the first trial!” he beamed.

All according to plan. He doubted that being revealed to Glasses was going to throw a wrench in the works, considering his meekness from before. Besides, meeting Glasses in front of Running Fist was the plan. He couldn’t wait to see that little prick’s face fall when Donovan played his trump card. A cheeky voice, Sunnies’ it seemed, cut through the tension. It was a surprise, but a welcome one nonetheless.

“You heard the man.” Donovan’s smugness was now apparent on his face. He knew that this interruption and delay of Fist’s plan would piss him off slightly. “We should get going. Perhaps later?”

He walked a bit further off to get a better view of Varus as he delivered his speech. As soon as the instructor finished, chaos. Students sped around frantically, finding the best way to ensure that they avoided expulsion. Don stood stock still in the midst of it all, planning a course of action. The gathering a team strategy was out of the bag. In order to show his skills, he needed to create a threat then neutralise it with his powers. But he doubted that he’d find anyone in this frantic mob who would let him torment them for a few minutes. Then the unforgettable roar came. Oh fuck.

Donovan whipped his head around. The half naked girl was back in panther form, freaking out the people near her. It seemed to be looking around for something. Then the red flash came. Fuck, too much was happening at once. Donovan whirled around furiously, knowing exactly what just happened to him and who caused it. Sure enough, Glasses was standing a bit behind him, cowering like the little wimp he was. And sure enough, his hand had the red rings on it again, the same as what Donovan had currently too. Donovan stomped to the nerd, ready to throw a beatdown.

“Did you fucking forget what I said?! You-“

Wait, this was different. He was feeling weird. Scratch that, he was feeling great! He was absolutely surging with energy. His radius pretty much covered all the students and his aura was completely amped up to 11.

Donovan clapped a rough hand on Glasses’, no, Nico’s shoulder to indicate that he wouldn’t accept an objection. Donovan’s rune was almost blinding now, illuminating both their faces to display the steel and excitement in Donovan’s cocky grin. He wasn't sure why Nico chose to buff Donovan of all people, but he didn't care either.

“We stay together now. It’s our best chance to show that Varus prick what we can do.”

Beside him, Fancy Smoke got jumped by Panther Girl. He ignored them and walk past, expecting Nico to follow him. Thanks to his shining rune and the flaring lights of Nico’s sigils, he easily found his way through the dark fog. With this energy, he felt unstoppable. His aura touched pretty much everyone and he could feel its gradual effects already taking its hold on people.

“Everyone here is going to calm down and shut the fuck up!” he hollered rowdily, though he wondered if anyone would here him over the noises of panic.

Even if he could effectively subdue the entire crowd, it didn’t mean a thing if Varus didn’t see him do it. After coming across Sunnies and a girl holding a gas mask, he found the opportunity he was looking for. They would lead him straight to Varus. He jumped into the conversation.

“You guys are going after Varus, right?” he asked and proudly indicated at the light on his chest, “Can’t say that I’d be much help if you want me to do a sneak attack, but I’d gladly distract him long enough for you to kick his ass.”

@RoflsMazoy @GreenGoat @January

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@Letter Bee

He might still be able to do stuff, he's just going to feel weirdly calm about it lol

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<Snipped quote by banjoanjo>

I am almost sorry you came back to so much shit happening to you and around you.

Almost.

@January

Haha, I go to sleep for a few hours and come back to all this. Nah, the biggest reason for the wait is cos I'm at school right now. Got 30 minutes left of my spare period so I doubt I'll be able to finish a post of the magnitude needed in that time.

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@Letter Bee

I was gonna address this in my upcoming post. Gimme an hour or four to write it up.

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@Letter Bee

This is just my opinion, but that would make him seem more like a schizophrenic than a consistent character.

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@Letter Bee

Yeah, as Scio mentioned about Mikhail's demeanor jumping, it feels more like your character is going down a checklist of what the writer wants to do rather than following a natural flow of thought.

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DONOVAN HORSKA

Before he could even get a response from Hippy Smoke Guy, the Running Fist Guy stormed up to him.

"Hey, you promised to break Nico's nose if he messes with you; you should know that I'll break yours if you mess with him."

Donovan raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, what?”

…was he fucking serious? He really couldn’t wait ten more minutes to do this? Donovan was kinda in the middle of something here! Fuck, this was NOT his day at all. His chances of getting together a team, hell, of maybe even making a friend (“Friend” might be too strong. Ally? Acquaintance?) were going to be dramatically reduced. Who did this prick think he is?! Moreover, who the fuck was Nico? If this fucker in front of him really thought that Donovan kept track of every single threat he’d made he was sorely mistaken, with extra emphasis on the “sorely” part, depending on how this conversation went.

His mind went back a bit. He remembered seeing Running Fist hanging around in that little group of nerds earlier. Glasses was there too. Ohh, right. Well fuck, this was really coming back to bite him in the arse.

Donovan thought through his situation. He needed to wreck this little shit in front of him, but he couldn’t look bad in front of Formal Smoke and Hippy Smoke. He could always use his aura to defuse the argument. But nope, his powers seemed to be out of commission once again. Fan-FUCKING-TASTIC.

Suddenly, he started to pull a weird face. To anyone outside of his consciousness, it would be an inscrutably expression, something resembling a bizarre mixture of fear, confusion, sadness and happiness. Only Donovan knew the reason behind the face. He was actually suppressing a giant grin of disbelief. Hah! If this guy wanted a fight, he’d get one. But not the kind he was expecting. No, rather than a battle of fists, he’d get a battle of wits. Donovan had talked himself into numerous dire situations before. But he had also talked himself out of just as many. But first, he was going to mess with this prick a little.

He let out a nervous sounding laugh, carefully feigned. Then came the kicker. He was counting on this guy’s attachment to Glasses for this to work.

“Um, who’s this Nico person?” he offered a polite smile of supposed confusedness, “The only Nico I know is the geezer who owns the fish and chip store down the road from school. And I’d never want to break his nose, his calamari rings are awesome!”

@Letter Bee

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@Letter Bee

I don't really see how this works since literally the only thing he's doing right now is striking up friendly conversation, but fine, I'll play along. If you ask me, this reeks of meta-gaming.

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@Letter Bee

How was Mikhail supposed to know that Donovan wanted to form a group? All he wanted to do was talk to two people.