Nobody Special
Mac
VULKEN BECKMAN
SCENE:
Crossed Lines
LOCATION:
The Mirage Diner, South District
TIME:
Pre-Arc 1: November 11th, 2014
PARTICIPANTS:
Vulken, Zane
CURRENT STAGE:
2 (Current Temp: 800 °F | 426°C )
CROSSED LINES
“Don’t fuckin’ play stupid with me.”
The words quickly growled out through firmly clenched teeth. Feigning ignorance only served to further incite his rage, and any soul close enough could feel the temperature in the area rising with every passing moment.The crunching of glass shards beneath Draken’s boots grew louder with every step he got closer to his opponent as he slowly lifted himself off of the ground.
With a deadly glare, the Jack stood before his friend’s assailant, fists clenched tightly enough to draw blood from his own palms if he wasn’t careful. The bastard wanted an explanation? Sure. He’d go along with this stupid little game– it would be the last one this fuck ever got to play, after all.
“...Yong-Yut.” He snapped, commanding eye contact with his piercing glout. “You put your hands on her. Nobody... nobody touches her without goin' through me first.”
The lack of expression on Zane’s face made it clear to Draken that he had taken the bait. A fight was imminent– it likely would only be a few more brief seconds before the two were neck and neck. He only hoped that he would be able to hang onto the small shred of sense he still had and spared him in the end of all this. It wasn’t like he was one of the targets Lyric would sic him onto, after all.
His arm shook to loosen the sleeves of his jacket, sliding it off and tossing it back into the booth he had just tossed the man out of to reveal a skintight black undershirt. Without wasting any more time, his fists rose upward into a standard guard, his lead foot firmly planted forward.
“Time to teach you a lesson,” Draken muttered, orbs still locked onto him with blazing fury projected into each iris. A familiar crimson hue overtook the transparent air that surrounded his body as his ferocious hunger for violence alone catapulted him into the second stage of his potential.
“Put your hands up. Now.”
@BluEndings
“Don’t fuckin’ play stupid with me.”
The words quickly growled out through firmly clenched teeth. Feigning ignorance only served to further incite his rage, and any soul close enough could feel the temperature in the area rising with every passing moment.The crunching of glass shards beneath Draken’s boots grew louder with every step he got closer to his opponent as he slowly lifted himself off of the ground.
With a deadly glare, the Jack stood before his friend’s assailant, fists clenched tightly enough to draw blood from his own palms if he wasn’t careful. The bastard wanted an explanation? Sure. He’d go along with this stupid little game– it would be the last one this fuck ever got to play, after all.
“...Yong-Yut.” He snapped, commanding eye contact with his piercing glout. “You put your hands on her. Nobody... nobody touches her without goin' through me first.”
The lack of expression on Zane’s face made it clear to Draken that he had taken the bait. A fight was imminent– it likely would only be a few more brief seconds before the two were neck and neck. He only hoped that he would be able to hang onto the small shred of sense he still had and spared him in the end of all this. It wasn’t like he was one of the targets Lyric would sic him onto, after all.
His arm shook to loosen the sleeves of his jacket, sliding it off and tossing it back into the booth he had just tossed the man out of to reveal a skintight black undershirt. Without wasting any more time, his fists rose upward into a standard guard, his lead foot firmly planted forward.
“Time to teach you a lesson,” Draken muttered, orbs still locked onto him with blazing fury projected into each iris. A familiar crimson hue overtook the transparent air that surrounded his body as his ferocious hunger for violence alone catapulted him into the second stage of his potential.
“Put your hands up. Now.”
@BluEndings