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Post by Beriadan on Jan 7, 2024 14:01:55 GMT
Hokori looked up as the man spoke to him. His crimson eyes took in his appearance, dancing over the tattoos, the heterochromatic eyes, his size compared to Hokori. There was something about him that he couldn't quite place. Hokori fell to his default state, grinning and nodding fervently, relaxed around strangers.
"Yo, you got that right! The balance of shrimp and the fish was, mm! Out of this world! So dope, so rad. Did ya have it too?"
He stuck out a hand, balled into a fist, as a way of polite greeting.
"Name's Hokori. What's yours, man?"
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 7, 2024 14:55:51 GMT
The moment he got a good look into those eyes of his, chills ran down his spine. Then he smiled, making it look as if he were amused by Hokori's antics. When in fact, he was actually smiling because he saw something familiar. Closer to home. So close, it hurt. Behind his lips, his teeth were clenched due to a painful and anguished memory. This boy. He was so chipper and bushy-tailed. So full of promise. It enraged him. Yet his face looked quite composed and gentle.
"Unfortunately not. I had to eat lighter this evening but I do know its deliciousness is only rivaled by its tempting aroma.I am rather fond of shrimp." he answered earnestly. He had indeed had what they had once but too much of it can be upsetting.
Hokori stuck out his fist and the man looked at it with an uplifted brow. Then...he asked. His name. He had to stop himself from the giddiness that arose in his body. Does he know? Does he not? Is it just pure coincidence? That woman had a Quirk similar but was a much lesser scale. Those eyes. They reminded him of hers. His eyes widened. Does he declare his real name now? Maintain the image? But...something in his soul compelled him. Urged him to tell him who he was. He wanted to see if there were any reaction at all.
He politely bowed with hand upon his chest, nails painted black. He spoke clearly and proudly. "My name is Ishaq. A pleasure, Hokori." His eyes then became as sharp as a hawk's, awaiting to see if there were any reaction at all.
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Post by Beriadan on Jan 9, 2024 19:25:53 GMT
"Ishaq." Hokori felt his blood run cold, but he maintained his composure. His eyes flickered to Jack, still nursing his brain freeze, and to the innocents around them. Slowly he tucked his hands into his pockets, staring at the floor. "I knew of a dude called Ishaq. Wild coincidence. He was a bit of a dick. Killed my asshole father. Tried to kill my mom. Tried to kill me." Hokori lifted his gaze to look at the man, squinting through one eye. The resemblance... not with his mother, who wasn't this man's blood, but himself. Hokori spent plenty of time checking himself out to see the man's familiar features click into place. Hokori glanced behind him, breathing out in one solid stream. "Guess this ain't one of those sappy family reunions, huh? How 'bout we step outside. The Ishaq I knew didn't care much about collateral, but I do. So... let's get some fresh air, ya dig?"
He placed the yen for their food on the counter. One last look towards Jack, just in case something went wrong. Hokori bit his lip, then ducked his head, pushing out onto the cold street outside.
If Ishaq wanted a fight, he was going to get one.
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 9, 2024 20:20:36 GMT
That reaction. Just seeing the goosebumps was a treat enough. And it was all he needed to validate his identity before Hokori even remarked about past events. Events the young boy still had not been told the full story about. No matter. He simply smiled, a glint of contempt in his eyes. In due time, he would understand. And if he didn't? Well, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. Then subsequently reduce it to dust.
The boy was pleasant enough to suggest going outside to speak. Was he concerned for the people? Naturally. Ishaq, on the other hand, did not even seem to regard them any longer. He only simply saw Hokori. If he were in a foul mood, he would have gladly declined and rent it asunder. But he had just had a particularly exquisite meal and seeing Hokori react in such a way made him pay for his meal as well then he'd follow Hokori out into the streets where he would finally speak after having been silent for a bit.
"You understand very little. But it is only natural..." he'd remark with a sigh as he walked a ways away, keeping his back to Hokori at first then turning around to say "...after all, mother was as blind as you." He took a relaxed stance with arms behind him, mimicking a fellow Saviour's. "Moreover, I am surprised you are not more shocked to see me alive and well." He spoke in feigned incredulousness. "Was my presumed death but a happy celebration for you? For her?" he clicked his tongue in disappointment followed by the shake of his head.
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Post by FreudTastic on Jan 11, 2024 19:44:20 GMT
Jack was slowly recovering from his brain-freeze, rubbing his head rapidly with both hands to heat it up a bit, before he'd sigh in relief. Just in time to turn his head up to look at Hokori at the pay window with... someone else. He'd tilt his head a bit at this individual, not really sure why such a strapped-up man was in a place like this. He sure looked out of place. But then he'd spot Hokori... and seeing how stiff and almost 'robotic' his motions were, he was on immediate alert. But he stayed low for now, so as to not alert the other man, pretending to still recover from his brain-freeze as he'd rub his forehead. He'd glance back to Hokori just before he'd step outside, before he'd just crack his knuckles and got up, thanked the staff for the meal, and headed out.
"-- Was my presumed death but a happy celebration for you? For her?"
He managed to catch just as he stepped outside, and he was about to march right up and give this fellow a piece of his mind... but his whole body froze up for a bit as he saw his stance. That relaxed stance, with his arms behind his back... he tried remembering where he had seen it before, but he knew one thing; it made his gut sink. Sink inwards just like that one time when he had been... he'd straighten himself up as he'd march up to the two of them, a hand reaching up to touch Hokori's shoulder as he stood behind him.
"Everythin' alright luv? Hope I ain' interruptin' or nothin'. There jus' seemed to be... lotta tension."
He'd rub his boyfriend's shoulder as he'd look up, glaring proverbial DAGGERS at Ishaq, teeth gritting tightly and his free hand balling into a fist. He was more than ready for a fight too, if it had to come to it.
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Post by Beriadan on Jan 13, 2024 8:35:44 GMT
Hokori spun in the cold night air, whirling to fave Ishaq, crimson eyes filled with hatred. He pointed a finger at the man, teeth clenched together as he spoke, plainly and clearly. Hokori felt and anger like no other that he had felt before. This man had tried to kill him and his mother, and he stood here, brazen and bold.
"Yo, don't you fucking talk about my mam."
The rage abated as he saw Jack exit the restaurant, relief and fear passing through his heart. He didn't want him in danger if Ishaq tried anything, but it was less crowded out here. Hokori placed a hand on Jack's own, grinning up at his boyfriend.
"Nah, it's cool. This chump was jus' leavin'. Ain't that right, fella? Or else he'd be standin' around with his thumbs up his ass in the cold for a long time, while we go finish our date."
Hokori looked up at Ishaq, eyes hard and focused.
"So, go on. Say whatever peace ya wanted to say to me. Then ya can fuck right off, mate, 'kay?"
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 13, 2024 10:04:14 GMT
The words of Hokori rung hollow in Ishaq's being and it made his own fury rise. Passed aside. Ignored. His gentle-looking eyes began to harden. He didn't even notice Jack coming into view until Hokori directly addressed them. The moment he did, something in him started to twist and bend. "Ah, but of course. You and her are very much alike; callous. What is it you must think of me to speak to me so full of disdain." He chuckled with his hand over his face. "I...assure you...whatever hate you feel toward me does not even begin to compare to the inferno of rage that I have for you."His eye shone with almost manic energy from the shadow of his hand. Then, he set his hand down to his side as he began walking. "You get to have it all, don't you?" He looked directly at Hokori as he brought up his arms to make gestures and let them fall back down roughly to his side. "A mother's love. The people's love. The love of another. And yet..." He laughs derisively. "...you still have NO idea why you are still alive here in the first place to HAVE all of this because you will refuse to listen. Refuse to understand. You've made that abundantly clear!"He stopped in front of a local news station showing off various stories. "Unfortunately, much like you seem to be, I am quite stubborn and will continue to try and get you to understand." He firmly stood in place before the screens to illuminate his form. "I won't be going anywhere. In fact, I'd much rather you come with me. " He resumed his stance as something beneath him was rising to the surface from the pavement. It was the unmistakable speckled array of sand particles. "And no; I am not asking. I am telling you. For you see..."The sand began to gather into a singular point as a news story came on. It spoke about none other than the Damascus Order and their exploits the past year. About how their presence is leaving a mark on the country. The sand began taking shape into a flat shape with two points atop it. The story then introduced the first appearance of the leader of this villain group...who wore a jackal-headed mask. Ishaq smirked. He held his hand out to the shape whose form became more complex then became something he lifted up to his face. As he did, the screen put on full display the visage of Anubis. The very same visage that now stared directly at Hokori and Jack. The sand had taken the form of the mask. Perfectly mirrored and bringing to light an indisputable fact. "...I am so much more now than what you think I am. Anubis. Damascus Order. And you will kneel!"He punctuated his declaration by stomping his foot into the ground as a stream of sand suddenly erupted from the impact and streamed toward Hokori and Jack like a jetstream of unrelenting force. |
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Post by FreudTastic on Jan 17, 2024 18:55:56 GMT
"Hokori, y'know this bloke?"
Jack huffs a bit as Ishaq was in the middle of his monologuing, half-paying attention to him as he got more and more deranged. He didn't want to get caught off-guard by the guy, since he seemed to REALLY be obsessed with Hokori for some reason, and the fact that this 'Ishaq' knew about Hokori and his mother set off so many red flags in Jack's mind it was as if there was a People's Parade in his head. He was about to speak up and tell him to fuck off as well, before Ishaq interrupted him;
"I won't be going anywhere. In fact, I'd much rather you come with me. And no; I am not asking. I am telling you. For you see..."
And then the sand became a notable detail to Jack, as he'd brace himself and glance back at Hokori, quietly telling him to get ready as well. The sands swirled and whirled at Ishaq's command, seemingly, and soon enough he was forming it into something... put it onto his head... and as the newsfeed highlighted Anubis of the Damascus Order, that same visage stared right at them. And it made Jack's body freeze in terror. The hand placements made sense now! It was the same as that one guy who had pummeled him with the force of his own punches!
"MOVE!"
He yelled out to Hokori the moment that stream of sand sprayed out towards them. He had sparred and trained with Hokori enough to know that such a stream was nothing to scoff at, even if it was just sand. Hokori's dust had scraped him up quite good at several occasions, and he was not going to underestimate this guy. He'd leap out of the way, to his left, and gave Hokori a firm nudge towards the right with his tail, hoping he'd pick up the hint and move on his own. Then, almost immediately, he'd fire up his Quirk as his veins lit up that all-too familiar golden color, his foot stomping into the ground as he'd take off like a bullet, zipping to the left to flank Ashiq from his right side, and try and punch that stupid masked face of his!
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Post by Beriadan on Jan 17, 2024 22:05:59 GMT
The realisation was a punchto the gut. Hokori flinched, dread washing over him as the mask came into being. Ishaq. His mother had told him all about his half-brother. Their father had been a vicious and bloodthirsty villain, but Ishaq had been worse. Crueler. He had tried to kill them both, forcing his mother to flee to Japan for a better life. All that, and it also turned out that he was the leader of the Damascus Order. Hokori felt his blood running cold. Blood he shared with a man who was causing so much strife and pain to Heroes, let alone his fellow students.
"Jack!"
As the sand swept in, Hokori brought his own dust cloud up. Sand and dust might seem similar, but they were also so different. Night and day. He use his dust to scoot away from the incoming sand, aided by Jack. Of course! The two of them had fought off that bull-horned dude before. Who was to say they couldn't do the same here?
As Jack went left, Hokori moved right, riding a wave of dust beneath his feet. He aimed for Anubis' other side, a pincer movement with his boyfriend. Hokori brought his hands up, releasing a blast of dust at Ishaq's torso, trying to force him into Jack's attack.
"Fuck you! There ain't nobody like me, except me, yo!"
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 17, 2024 22:36:49 GMT
As his attack ensued, he'd chuckle heartily. Was he...enjoying himself? The time for convincing him with words was over. Now it was going to be a show of force that would have to do the talking. When he had wanted further information on these two, he was only simply told that the roo had some type of physical Quirk. But that didn't seem to concern him as much as Hokori whose Quirk was now being put on display. It was strong. He smiled beneath the mask. It was no mean feat to bring Asterios low.
With the attacks coming in from both sides, the villain simply scoffed at the effort. He made no effort to bring his arms out from behind his back. Instead, he'd once again stomp on the ground. With it, he'd create a wall of sand that would intercept Hokori's dust. The two forces would collide, the sand wall buckling from the impact but still holding. Long enough for Anubis to lean his body to the side as Jack's attack whiffed right past his cheek.
He briefly acknowledged Jack. So, he was not only fast but strong? How quaint. Asterios was no slouch but he could see how one such as him struggled against these two. "You're out of your depth." he'd remark with superiority as he gave Jack a familiar cold stare but unlike Forseti's, Anubis had passion behind his heterochromatic eyes. He'd duck low and performed a leaping roundhouse accompanied by a wave of sand behind it aimed right at Jack...that simultaneously caused the wall of sand blocking Hokori's attack to fall then arc out toward the dust user in question...that then branched off into several other streams that felt like claws reaching down.
This entire time, his hands had not budged out from behind him. Like he was mocking and underestimating them.
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Post by FreudTastic on Jan 20, 2024 19:34:57 GMT
The cold stare all but confirmed that this guy and Forseti were definitely from the same team; he remembered the cold eyes from the latter man, but this guy, Anubis... he had a smoldering fire hidden behind that chill exterior. Seeing him duck and leap up said all Jack needed to know, being the decent-trained MMA fighter-type he was, as the roundhouse kick was blocked, but then a wave of sand accompanied it, and pummeled Jack away from Anubis. He'd roll on the ground, but quickly got back up on his feet and skidded a good few feet before stopping outright.
"Tch! Dunno if y' eyes are not workin' right mate, but I'd reckon YER outta the depths!"
His veins pulsate with a flash of gold, eyes flickering the same color, as he made another mad dash for Anubis, leaping high for a roundhouse kick of his own. But he would also follow up with his tail, should Anubis duck or evade it, as it'd come swinging around with his momentum, and attempt to smack him across his face!
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Post by Beriadan on Jan 22, 2024 19:45:53 GMT
Hokori felt his jaw clench as he focused on his dust, but this Ishaq... he grunted as the sand buckled. Hokori hadn't expected it, and felt unbalanced as it spread out before him, shifting around his own dust and slashing through the air. Both hands came up, palms out, fingers splayed. Dust rose in two pillars, one on either side, and he pushed back against the incoming sand with his own power. Hokori's eyes focused on Ishaq... and he felt the hatred boiling inside of him. First his shit-head father, then his mother, then his classmates and the whole of Japan... but most of all, his boyfriend? Hell. NAW. Hokori gritted his teeth as he pressed against the sand... and then a swirling mass surrounded his feet, and all at once a great pillar of dust pushed him high into the air.
"Tch, you're really gonna spoil my evenin' if ya don't just fuck off!"
The pillar rose high... and the Hokori brought it all down with precision and power. It careened out of the air, a great tunnel of compressed dust that was aiming for one target. He was going to pummel Ishaq into the ground for everything he'd done!
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Post by ultralilly on Jan 23, 2024 0:14:19 GMT
This is the sort of chaos that allowed him to thrive. Dust and sand all around with an onus of hatred wafting about. It was what the Order knew exactly how to bring about. But this was just but a taste of what they could do. Ishaq knew this very well. He was toying with them for the time being. Testing their mettle. Seeing what they had been taught to do against a force such as he. And then methodically putting those practices to shame.
His motions were as the sand themselves as he weaved through his own motions, including avoiding a very ambitious kick from Jack. He was ready to iterate a quip to retort Jack until the tail came round and hit him square across the face. POMMF! The strike had not only removed the mask...but a portion of his face underneath as well! His eyes were shocked. Part of his head was missing from that strike...until the sand began to reconstitute it. His eyes flared with an intensity reserved for the exceptionally hated.
He turned to see Hokori coming at him with a full assault and yelling something. Jack's precise hit got the man quite irate. So much so, he then used what remained of the mask, breaking it down and reforming it as a shield before using another portion of it that came zipping out to strike at Jack...only for said strands to take hold solidly around his arms and legs.
Anubis stared him dead in the eye. "My brother cares a great deal for you, it would seem. Imagine his face when he learns....!" He finally withdrew his left arm from behind his back. He twisted his hand up and forced the shackles around Jack to pull him up to where he had placed the shield...and set him directly atop it to take the brunt of Hokori's attack. "...what his own rage has wrought!" He was done acting civil. Now it was time to play dirty.
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Post by FreudTastic on Jan 25, 2024 18:29:53 GMT
YES! The tail got him right in the face! And well... it did a LOT more than Jack had intended, as he noticed half of his face was wiped RIGHT OFF of him! He noticed the grainy particles making up his body where bone and brain matter should've been, and he realized that this dude was able to make himself INTO sand! But hey, he got a hit in at least! He prepared for another strike, but as it came towards him it split off, and zipped right out to grab his ankles and wrists, as he was now tangled up in sand-vines!
"O-Oi! Hey fuck-head, tha's fighting dirty!"
He snarls out as he tries to struggle, but then Anubis speaks and it makes his bravado drop. 'My brother cares a great deal for you, it would seem...' wait, BROTHER?! This guy was Hokori's BROTHER?! The shock had to wait though, as he yelps when he's lifted up and onto his sand-shield, realizing that he was now directly in the path of Hokori's attack! Shit, now THIS was real dirty! He struggled, pulled and yanked at the sand, did everything he could, but he was stuck...
But, Jack did not seem to mind, as he just grins.
"Tch... don' be so damn full o' y'self! OI! HOKORI! Don' stop mate, keep goin'! Y'know I'm tougher 'dan nails! I can take it!"
He hollers up towards Hokori, hoping his voice reached him before he decided to call off his attack. Once more, his veins pulse with a golden gleam, and his muscles tense up again. Not so much for power, this time... but he tenses them hard enough to make them as firm as steel! He would tank the brunt of Hokori's attack, to let him teach his so-called 'brother' a lesson in TRUE teamwork!
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Post by Beriadan on Jan 28, 2024 10:49:38 GMT
Hokori hesitated as Ishaq put Jack into harm's way, but his boyfriend's words cut through it like a knife through paper. He grinned, clenching his hands into fists.
"Alright, Big Buck! Ya got it! Yo, bro, eat some of this!"
The dust continued down as Hokori swung his arms towards the two of them, palms out. He and Jack and sparred enough to know their limits, and how much the other could take. Hokori hoped he was right, but he believed in his boyfriend, and if they didn't deal with this Anubis right here, right now... he clenched his jaw, tensed all of his muscles that worked on his quirk. The jet stream fell to earth, slamming hard onto the two of them. Dust exploded outwards, a thick cloud that spread across the street and hung there after a beat, motionless.
Hokori landed, panting, squinting through the dust. He couldn't see... so he raised a hand, sweeping it to one side. The dust parted like the Red Sea, allowing Hokori to see the outcome of his brutal attack on his lover and his brother. He felt his blood thumping in his ears. Jack... please be okay!
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