ABSOLUTE MONSTER. (THEME UNDER CONSTRUCTION FOR A LIL BIT IM SOR

He has no real interest in fighting unless it benefits him in anyway and right now Sonic can’t see a good reason why he’d indulge another hero obsessed loser any longer. His main focus is on someone else entirely so why dabble with a few nameless grunts? He needs to stay focused. He’s already decided this moron isn’t worth his time. He must achieve his goal otherwise Sonic can never experience true growth. 

But then he just keeps flapping his gums  and stretching nonchalantly. Shut your mouth when you’re talking to me, the Ninja thinks to himself while he grits his teeth. He’s not worth it. He keeps telling himself this man is not worth it, but Sonic’s pride refuses to let arrogant bastards go free without punishment. 

❝ Don’t be so delusional. The only side I’ll ever serve is my own. Punks like you can go on ‘picking sides’ and fumble over each other like a bunch of desperate idiots. I don’t operate like that. ❞ He dips his hands into his pockets and swivels around, making it look as if he’s walking away. He’s preformed maneuvers like this before. A fake out. Once the target drops their guard he strikes before they ever knew what happened. With one foot pressed into the dirt he vaults high in the air and seemingly out of nowhere dozens of cellphones ( they’ve been pilfered off unsuspecting citizens to be sold ) are all thrown at high speeds

❝ I’M DONE LISTENING TO YOUR TALK OF SIDES! IT BORES ME! ❞

hail of exploding shuriken cell phones!

Through the rain of lethal cellular devices Sonic gains enough momentum to twist his body and flips rapidly, kicking his foot out its aimed right at his target.

wind blade kick

garou has determined one thing thus far, and it’s that this particular weirdo is likely telling the truth -- he doesn’t have quite the same sort of self-righteous act most heroes so dearly love to take on. no, this guy has his own set of hang-ups, and quite frankly he doesn’t care enough to acknowledge any of it. what does matter is that he’s decided to attack, and that is what he’s more than ready to handle, limitations or no.

then again, maybe the dude is a hero and just happens to have a lot more problems than the average one of those morons. still not his problem.

the sudden barrage of cell phones does throw him for a loop for about a millisecond -- he’s not quick enough to dodge the lot of them, but it isn’t as if they’re anything more than phones. his reflexes are still decent enough to deflect a few of them, though of course they all shatter into pieces whether they come into contact with his fists or his face. a couple definitely hit the latter, but he’s been through worse. what he should have expected was that the first attack was a decoy for a second, this time a flying kick that garou honestly hadn’t considered this moron to be capable of performing. instincts may save him just this once --

<<Ha!>> he catches the kick on crossed arms, again not quite capable of the speed or power needed for his usual style. the kick is solid -- would definitely leave a bruise on any lesser man -- and the blow radiates through his tensed form as he slides backward from the impact, then leaps backward to gain some distance. yeah, he’s going to feel that tomorrow, but why let the guy know? he’s having a good time, even if this might be way more of a troublesome match-up than he thought. <<Neat trick. What, didn’t get any service around here?>>

It’s to be expected that she’s unruly. Really, children were all the same in the end. Especially those of the mischievous type. While he’s certain that the lecture is good-intentioned and that the other really does want for her to stop, lest she gets involved with some less than savory people who wouldn’t be so forgiving of her antics, his wording is much too harsh for a child. Intimidation wouldn’t get either of them anywhere with her, that much is clear. Not that Yusuke is good with children either, but he hadn’t come into thinking that he could use brute force and callous speech.

At her wails, he coils back for a moment, unsure of exactly what to do. It’s clear that the other is being much too rough with her though and so he quickly comes up with a plan of action. Crouching down before her, placing a hand on the shoulder that was not gripped, Yusuke looks her directly in the eye and puts a finger to his lips in signal for her to quiet down. Slowly, but surely, she does. Her cries soften to small hiccups and a runny nose and lots of incoherent babbling about how she had just wanted to have a little fun with others that entertained her. Yusuke doesn’t say anything, just looks up at Garou and speaks, “Let go of her so that the three of us may speak properly.” As he says so, the girl promises not to run away from them in between small sobs.

“Force isn’t the only way to handle children. Speaking to them can do just as good, if not better.” He speaks as though he has the experience, but really he’s just as clueless as what to do and is simply following the course of action that he thinks should be done here. After all, she is just a child. This should be a rather simple task.

this guys seems to already have the situation under control better than garou. that’s fine with him -- he’s not good with kids and he knows that, keeps repeating it to himself even as he’s well and deep in another mess that isn’t the least bit his business. now she’s just standing there with snot running down her little face and looking as pitiful as ever. somewhere in the moment he’s let go of her shoulder and allowed the other some space in taking over the situation.

<<Like I said, I didn’t come here just to take care of some little brat so she doesn’t get her ass kicked by someone a lot .>> it’s not spoken in any kinder of a tone, but his words seem to have unintentionally softened and dulled, if only for a moment. normally there’d be a lot more swearing involved, but for some reason there’s just no bite in him today. he stands aside, arms folded across his chest, offering little else but a noncommittal shrug. <<I’m not the ‘talk it out’ kinda guy, anyway.>>

still, he does give a pointed glare to the otherworldly kid even as he addresses the stranger. <<Look, you can talk to her all you want, but it doesn’t mean a damn thing if she hasn’t learned a lesson. By all means, keep talking. It’s none of my business if anyone bigger or scarier shows up.>>

this war means nothing to him. these people? nothing. garou’s goals are still the same as ever: to become the strongest monster. the hero hunt will continue -- but first, whether he wants to or not, he has to deal with all of this bullshit. the mist reapers have been on his nerves since day one of their appearance, and no amount of hiding out and waiting seems to deter the ones that have his face. they just keep coming, and now it only seems to have gotten worse with this so-called demon lord showing up. garou would like to give that particular asshole a piece of his mind (and fists), but there are a lot more immediate problems in his face. more mist reapers, for one.

good thing he’s feeling in top form right now. it almost allows him to ignore all the weird shit that keeps happening.

the slowness and lack of power that hindered him so during his time thus far on the island has faded, and garou feels renewed. which is nice, considering he’s got about four guys with his own damn face encircling him and no real way out. he doesn’t particularly feel like escaping, though. proving himself as the strongest one around is still important, even if it manifests in the form of some cheesy-ass enacted metaphor like fighting himself. this is the sort of thing a hero should be standing around monologuing about before taking them all on. it’s definitely not his style.

<<This is about as annoying as it gets.>>

they’ve slowly advanced, which is surprising considering the aggressive tactics of all the previous mist reapers, but he suspects they’ll leap to action the moment they’re within range. garou knows his own tactics well, and that’s how he’d do it if he had to fight himself. sure enough, as soon as they get within about fifteen or twenty feet, one of them leaps. that strange violet mist follows, but garou doesn’t let himself get distracted by it, instead prepared and ready to act. he’s not going to pull any punches, and slips easily into flowing water rock smashing fist to counter the admittedly poorly-aimed punch from this shitty lookalike. they may have his speed and strength, but they’re lacking when it comes to technique.

(the old man wouldn’t even bat an eye at these fuckers. the thought of being brushed off like that gets him fired up.)

there are still three left, but none of them have had the sense to get behind him and flank as they gang up. instead two leap ahead in unison, one stepping in with a kick and the other a punch. the speed and power is incredible but not entirely superhuman, nothing he can’t follow visually. they’re easy to counter as well, as he moves swiftly and smoothly through deflecting their blows as easily as the flowing of the tides. just as quickly does he turn their force against them in a decisive blow, knocking them away and into a puff of the strange mist that they probably came from.

that just leaves the last one. they’re mindless, this much garou is sure of by now, but even he runs on battle instinct. the last one leaps to attack just as he himself lunges forward. it manages to get a good hit in, knocking him back with a solid blow to the jaw that leaves his head ringing just a moment. it’s a stupid mistake, being this cocky when he has no idea if there’s more of these things out there just waiting for him to weaken and lower his guard after an easy fight like this, but even as he returns the favor in the form of a jaw-breaking mirroring blow to this poorly made duplicate, he wonders. even as he stands over the fading mist, he wonders.

WITCHES BE TRIPPIN’ | SPIRAZON GROCERY DELIVERY A Faekin witch in Xalphina has been playing vicious pranks on the locals. It started out as harmless, but now someone could really get hurt! She’s only a young girl, so please just try and talk her out of continuing her pranks.

As he looks down at the quest description he’d hastily written down before going on his way, Yusuke wonders just how exactly he’s going to convince a small child to tone down their mischief. Also, now that he thinks about it…with all the strange looks he seems to be getting as he wanders aimlessly on the outskirts of the kingdom, maybe taking this task hadn’t been the greatest of ideas. Still, he’s here now and it’d be a waste to walk all the way back to Airaisal without anything to show for it. Thankfully, though, it doesn’t take him much longer to find the specified target of interest.

A small home comes into view, but it is much to his surprise that he sees two people in front of it that seemed to be having a conversation. One was much smaller and petite, with small butterfly wings and pale skin that seemed to make her glow. The other, a much taller man, seemed to be speaking with her. As Yusuke neared closer, it became very apparent that he’d been beaten to his task…except not. She did not seem to be listening to him, pouting and kicking her feet in defiance as he assumingly asked her to stop. Having been able to surmise what’s going on in some sort of capacity, Yusuke taps the man’s shoulder and waits for him to turn his attention before whispering in a low voice, “Perhaps you may want to rethink your strategy.”

— @conductevil

garou is still not sure why he’s even bothering with this. the quests had seemed like a good way to ensnare a hero and carry on with his goal -- but then he’d ended up skimming the lists and felt (what, exactly?) maybe the slightest bit of disgust, though for who, after seeing this particular listing stay up for several days unanswered and unfulfilled, he couldn’t tell. he’s been wandering throughout the kingdoms anyhow, criss-crossing borders without a care and knocking out whoever is fool enough to come after him, so eventually he does end up in xalphina.

he ends up caught in one of her pranks, of course; it’s a variation on the ‘bucket over the door’ deal, except there’s no door, no water, and a flurry of knives involved. were it not for what little remained of his reflexes, he might have ended up full of holes. it would have been shameful considering what he’d already survived.

and now here he was, arguing with the little brat. she’s about as inhuman as the board said, but with the surprising twist that she’s almost exactly like a human child, if not even more obnoxious. still, the temper tantrum she’s throwing is hardly fazing him.

<<Listen, you little brat. Sooner or later, you’re going to get in some serious trouble, and then -- >> he’s been so engrossed in dealing with this little gremlin-or-whatever that he doesn’t even notice someone’s snuck up on him until he feels the tap on his shoulder, and whirls about with an appropriate level of menace.

<<Who the hell are you?>> he sighs, more out of frustration than anything. like he needs another pain in the ass to show up and get in his business. <<Look, I just happened to run into the kid along the way. Feel free to try reasoning with that whiny little -- >> it’s then she kicks him in one of his knees from behind. were he anyone else, he might have gone down like a ragdoll, but instead he pivots and grabs her by the shoulder, firmly but not enough to actually hurt. she starts wailing, of course.

“it seems like you’re looking for a fight.” dabi trains his blue eyes on the rather odd, white haired male with his voice low.  if he was scoping out for someone specific. there was no other way he would know what was up. “unfortunately you found the wrong person.” he couldn’t help but smirk, given his curiousity when observing the other with keen interest, possibly due to boredom as he attempts to search for anyone whose useful enough to keep him entertained. “tell me if i’m wrong. you look like a guy with a motive.”  /   @conductevil

at least he’s not a hero. or rather, if he does somehow turn out to be one, he already has a plan of attack. judging from his first impression, he’s going to bet that this is just some random, unfortunate soul. though -- perhaps he’s judging too quickly, seeing as the guy’s got enough of a brain to possess some sense of self-preservation. he’s in luck, given that garou’s fresh out of a brawl (though it could barely be deemed such, given how one-sided it had been) with some equally random morons who thought him an easy mark.

he’s not ready to jump into another. yet.

<<Do I?>> he’s not irritated, but he does want to play this out and see what happens. if only because he’s disappointed from steamrolling those weaklings without less effort than it takes to put on his shoes.

❖— ❜  @conductevil ( starter - accepting ! )

certain humans are prone to catch orochi’s attention, and there is one that stands before the crowd, radiating an aura that reminds him of the many he have met. shrewd eyes watch the white haired man, his hair shaped like the horns of onis on his head. a smile appears, he can tell already the man is cocky, ambitious. one that seeks a goal, although what goal that is, orochi cannot be sure without his abilities. 

“you’re a human, but you resemble a monster.” 

he begins speaking when the man’s close enough to hear him. there’s a menacing aura around the human monster in front of him, but that’s not enough to even faze him. with no fear, with no submission, he continues to watch the man’s eyes and movements closely. 

he smiles. “how… interesting.”

“answer me, mortal, why do you resemble a monster… despite being a human?”

already he stands out here. not that garou expected to fly under the radar without a little effort, but the people here really are just the same as back home: not a face in the crowd stands out nor leaves an impression on him. still, just for the sake of continuing his hero hunt (those obnoxious bastards are here, of course) he’ll have to find somewhere discreet and out of the way to hide out in his down time. then --

and there’s that voice, suddenly sneaking up on him. he’s not a fan of being snuck up on, even less so of allowing someone to sneak up on him.

<<Huh.>> he stops, casually turning about to see what moron he’s reeled in simply by existing. the man doesn’t strike him as overtly strange, at least not in comparison to the people and monsters he’s seen before. definitely doesn’t measure up as an immediate thread. and yet -- <<Don’t remember signing off on any weird ass interviews when I showed up here.>>

he makes no pretense at not being allied with any of the kingdoms -- though they seem uninterested in coming after him within the borders of the opalarian empire, so there’s that -- and gladly welcomes any and all who make the mistake of coming after him with a fist to the face. so far he’s not too sure how to feel about being involved in something as ridiculous as this, so perhaps for a little while he may lose sight of his goals. only for a moment, of course -- he’s not on your side no matter what.

Sonic has, regrettably, seen a wide variety of freaks to gauge whether or not a person is one– and judging by those stupidly bulging muscles barely contained inside a shirt that looks as if its about to pop at any given moment and that dumb hairstyle he can only assume this man is by far the biggest freak he’s had the misfortune of looking at. 

Yuck.

His disgust is made worse by the man’s obsessive ogling! Reminds him of Genos’s obsession with his rival which only pisses him off even more! Yeah well, two can play at that game! Speed O’ Sound Sonic gawks right back with the same amount of idiocy and if looks could kill, the meathead would already be dead. Damn, just staring at the guy nauseates him, he instinctively reaches for one of his exploding shuriken figuring messing his face up might even improve his looks.. but then remembers he had none.

❝ Don’t clump me in with those morons. I’m not interested in picking sides. ❞ And then he scoffs,

❝ Funny you say that, I was just thinking how your shitty face is really starting to pissing me off. I don’t know whats worse, that dumb look or your stupid hair? But I guess it doesn’t matter. I’ll do us both a favour and get rid of it you want. ❞

that he isn’t a hero somehow doesn’t feel like much of a surprise. garou’s been studying and hunting them for long enough that he trusts himself to be able to sniff out their type, and this guy instinctively doesn’t read like one. then again, he already seems like his own special sort of bastard.

either way, garou doesn’t mind. he’ll fight whoever he has to on the way to becoming the strongest monster. some skinny speeding moron with a likely short fuse is sure to be a small, unmemorable stepping stone along the way. and if not, then at least it’s sure to be exciting and get his blood pumping. he’s not expecting much though, from someone in such an idiotic get-up.

<<You’d fit right in with that bunch of ‘morons’ you think you’re above.>> almost absentmindedly, he flexes one hand while stretching it with the other. <<Besides, you’ve already picked a side, whether you’ve realized it or not.>>

<<Come on and try whatever you want, then. Unless you’re going to stand there and talk me to death?>> he makes no move to attack the other; why bother when there’s no actual heroes involved? besides, it’s already expected, and the last thing he wants to do is be predictable -- completely unlike a monster. instead, the hero hunter continues to stretch, arms skyward behind his head. there’s no need to reveal any ulterior motives or make his identity known to some nobody, either.

he’s not sure what to make of this weirdo passing by. is he a hero -- a villain? all garou knows is that he saw him moving at inhuman speed, and that alone is enough to garner interest. still, if he’s a hero, then he can’t be a very highly-ranked one if he can’t put a name to a face. and if he’s a villain... well, whether or not this guy is any of his business remains to be seen.

and then he realizes they’ve been spying on each other. or maybe the guy’s just watching him back. either way, garou realizes he’s the fool for watching so obtrusively in public without making any effort at concealment or staking this guy out further in order to figure out if he’s worth any time whatsoever. so he decides to be direct.

it’s rather convenient that he’d announce himself to garou; heroes always seem so predisposed to fits of dramatics like this when it’s unnecessary and disadvantageous. he remembers their battle all too well -- even if they were interrupted. not that it matters now, seeing as he’s greatly recovered from that time, and despite the assholes in charge here having figured out how to limit him. logically, it seems to follow that the demon cyborg would be in a similar state... somehow.

garou doesn’t mind: the hunt will continue.

<<Man, I must have great luck! The heroes are coming right to me now.>> it’s a familiar feeling, the rush of an impending hunt. no matter the odds or the situation -- he doesn’t care about any of that. he’s almost tempted to remark on that little jab about ‘insignificance’ now, but there’s no need. yet.

<<You’re pretty lucky, too -- the first hero I’ll hunt here on the island!>> and so he darts into action. though he’s determined his strength has been mysteriously sapped, garou finds himself moving at decent speed as he advances on the hero dumb enough to challenge him again. at least his brain seems untouched; flowing water rock smashing fist comes to him with ease as he goes in for a relatively simple initial strike aimed at the head.

g/arou from opm.

a human who calls himself a monster and claims he’ll become the strongest of the lot. so long as you’re human, you’re not really on his side. the easy list:

one of your local bastards. likely to be a return bastard that just keeps coming back, at that.

cocky and unrepentant at this point in time.

if you declare yourself to be a hero / are known as a hero, he’ll fight you. or come after you. there are very few exceptions to this rule.

he does not hesitate to start fights -- or finish them. expect violence, blood and a lot of fighting from this blog in the future.

sometimes he might be slightly less mean but that might last for approximately two seconds and also be completely fake.

he’s only ever been almost nice to kids. he’s actually saved a kid twice in canon. will he ever admit to it? absolutely not. he also does not kill his opponents but has very little issue in letting others kill them or seeing them die.

EVEN IN THIS CITY HE FINDS HEROES -- at least, they try to emulate what they think should be associated with such ideals when they attack him after he laughs from overhearing their ridiculous conversation about ‘protecting the city’ and some crap about a white something terrorizing it. He’s not listening all that closely, but Garou is more than ready to take care of some third-rate tryhards even at this level of strength.

It’s an unsurprisingly short fight; he doesn’t even have to use the old man’s techniques because they’re just that weak. Civilians who wanted to play hero -- it was laughable. The heroes back home weren’t worth shit either, aside from the S-class lot. 

One of them has left blood on his knuckles. Garou wipes it on his shirt, where the stain won’t show, then stares ahead into the murky haze beyond the street lights.