#c: raiden

Raiden had thought he would get the upper hand by doing an act as drastic as this, and felt a swirl of pride in his victory when he had those fingers clasped around their throat. The exhilaration in knowing he had at least gained some traction, some semblance of control in this situation. Those clawed fingers clamped a little harder at feeling her move slightly within his grip, and his breath caught in his throat the moment he heard those words come out of her lips.

  “I.... h-this--...” Now, he had this brief, stuttered breath, trying to keep himself together. He had originally spoke into her ear of a threat, and that went completely sideways from a single comment. “This excites you??” He should have known that something so simple would not work on a being that could decimate any normal man, with such grace and terrific ease. The fact of it made his white blood run cold through him, but it was rapidly warming up for another reason, entirely.

The cyborg ninja was not at all disgusted with it, much to his shock. No, if anything it made his body react in a way that had his tone deepen into something like a growl, lightly tinged with that robotic-tuned tone on the end. “What a feral beast, you are...” Yet, he had smirked as he said it, his face flushing a brighter color - the white blood inside of him allowing him to still be able to blush a very light pink around the apples of his cheeks.

After that crazy incident during that crazy Friday a month back, Tristan hand’t expected to see the strange but (un)fortunately very hot British guy again. He’d kep to his silent promise to phone that guy in, and he did, but crime reporting hotline had been a nonsensically impossible wait that day so he had to call it in the day after. That of course meant that, if the guy was up to anything nefarious, he would’ve had plenty of time to clean up before investigators showed up, but there was little else that he could do as he was not able to waste 911′s time on hunch on a busy day full of more serious chaos. He’d hoped that his little tip off, should have been necessary, had been enough.

His little stint of course, then made things super awkward when he ran into the guy again at a local club. Oh of all the days to let himself get dragged into clubbing again. Coughing uncomfortably into his fist, Tristan gave the guy a half not smile before immediately trying to look for exits. “Oh hey...it’s you...again...”

Tonight Xavier had decided that he was going to go to the movies. He actually had no idea what was playing, and while he could wing it, maybe he should actually check that there was something that he was interested in actually seeing. He had just pulled up the movie listings on his phone, but not yet had a chance to look at them, when he found himself colliding with someone else.

“Oh man, my bad.”

Raiden glanced over at this being, who seemed to so casually come up his way, and he was more than cautious of them. What was still human in him shuddered at the way in which this one walked, and his eyes widened a bit, before his composure came back to him. The danger was ahead, wasn’t it?

  “...Uh...- I have this under control.” Which wasn’t entirely the truth, as these people after him did manage to harm him. There was only so much deflection he could do with his blade, and some bullets did make it through his defenses; white and red blood dribbled down his sides, where injuries mixed with those of his cybernetic, and human parts.

He huffed, trying to take in some air, and the stress seemed to be building. The number of enemies were increasing by the second, each with their weapons trained on him, and now the new companion beside him. “Whoever you are - this place is dangerous. You could get killed.” He was not sure what their angle was, what their plan may be, but remembered that they did offer to help. Raiden was just too stubborn to take it.

The city at night was usually a cold, and lonely place. Especially, for the likes of one such as himself. He could not blend into the populace, not fully. The cybernetics that held him together could only be concealed so much by modern clothing and whatnot. The wires and cogs were hidden beneath a combination of metal and a jelly-like compress. These were both to keep him upright, and regulated with temperatures warm and cold.

A coat draped his shoulder, long and billowing in the breeze as he overlooked the city below. It was almost peaceful, somewhat, being in this place by himself. He was on the lookout for any trouble, any cry for help and the like. There was no mission to take, tonight, so it was either do this in the hopes of a fight, or wallow and brood elsewhere. He needed a fight...

The fact that he was already so winded, battered and would’ve been bruised had there been any real flesh that wasn’t his face; Raiden was glad to still be standing. At least, there was some comfort in knowing he was strong enough to withstand way too much, but the way his legs were shaking, and the adrenaline was soaring high into his system. It would only be a matter of time before he was forced to give out, but he grit his teeth and glared at the other, needing to get a hold over the fight still within him.

  “I--i’m fine!” He urged with a hiss, denying the part where he was certainly not fine. His hands were trembling, gripping the hilt of his sword with all the might he had, as though it would ground and steady him. “So, why don’t you shut up and come at me!”

  "Hm... I’m Raiden...” He assessed the man with a sharp, tired gaze, and glanced off to the side after a moment. With arms now folding across his chest, he glared at the closest thing, a wall. “I don’t need any clearance, Mister Q.” He shot him a look that spoke volumes of the agitation and aggressive nature lying there, were he to be kept from his objective any longer. “So, get out of my way...” Raiden didn’t want to hurt the guy, if he really didn’t have to.

Raiden glared at the other, giving up on trying to struggle in binds that were too tight around his wrists, as he sat there kneeling on the ground. The fact that he had managed to get in this situation was just plain stupid. They caught him off-guard, and now he was forced to be at this one’s mercy.

It was worse to know he was still conscious, and grit his teeth with aggravation. “Then just end it. What are you waiting for??” The way the other had said he was his made him feel a certain way. Might have been a bit of excitement and fear, but he was confused on which was which. It startled him to even acknowledge any of that. So, he just tried to focus on the one in front of him, waiting for the inevitable outcome.