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What's the difference between self discovery and self destruction

WHO: Tetsuo Shima and YOU
WHERE: Any city; just place it in the subject line or mention it in a thread. He'll be doing a lot of roaming around.
WHEN: Month of September
WHAT: Catchall open log for chaos or general activities - Tetsuo's been unleashed on America and intends to play garrys mod with it. If you wanted an excuse to fight an out of control psychokinetic, here it is
WARNINGS: General villainy (property damage, violence, possible drug use mentions, theft...) and potentially interrupting Kanedas at the end of threads

[It's a brand new month, and a brand new start; and with it comes so many brand new ways to find trouble.

You can expect to find Tetsuo engaged in normal shenanigans, like any ordinary sixteen year old. Things like threatening natives! Causing accidents or generally ignoring all traffic laws! Raiding drug stores! Hanging around on park benches or generally wandering aimlessly! Suffering from extreme migraines! All this and more in your hometown!

He's taken his motorcycle and psychic powers and hit the streets of America on a quest for ... you know what, we just don't know. The good news is, beyond checking churches for Crane, and making sure that his (glove-covered) wrist could say CRIMINAL from here until forever, he doesn't seem to have any set goals in mind on what to do. All that's clear is he can do what he wants, and he's not taking no for an answer to anything.

Feel free to fight him, talk to him, join in, what have you -- you're free to stop him but he's going to either run at the end if it's clear he can't win, or get you out of the way somehow. If you'd like to change this, talk with me and we can work something out.

I'll throw starters out on request, but please feel free to make your own. If you'd like to fight, check out his permissions first, but this is a general invitation to fight without any preamble or excuses.]

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[What a good boy.]

[The smile Hisoka has is near shit eating. Children were always so easy, maybe that's why he continued to favour his interactions with them. It was often he could get what he wanted without too much of a struggle. The older though, the older and stronger? That's when things could get tedious, sometimes so much more so than others.]

[Hisoka will be quiet as he walks, seeing no need to bother speaking with him unless Tetsuo starts it- we he talk at all either?]

[Tell him what he can't do, and Tetsuo will try. In the end, he's very much a teenager.

Tetsuo doesn't say anything. There's nothing to say - aside maybe from asking why they don't just have this out here instead. What's so special about the location? This guy trying to delay dying or something?

That said, he's paying close attention to where they're going. If this ends up leading somewhere weird he's out.]

[He'll just make comment at it being 'better', but no real reason why. The truth is, it's more private, lacking in prying eyes, and has an arena fit for a little destruction. Hisoka will end up leading them into a less occupied industrial area of Maurtia Falls, from when the city had more blood pumping through it. Not ruins or anything of course, this wasn't that sort of country, right? But the buildings were old, some condemned, and for the most part uninhabited- or at least unlived in by anyone that would 'tell' on them. The homeless would rather just stay out of the trouble, and these two imPorts looked it.]

[Wandering in further, he'll stop by a particularly large building and look up before gesturing to it and looking to Tetsuo.]

Shall we?

[Said with a smirk, and he'll walk forward- and up. The incline of the building, standing up straight as if the side of the building was ground, his feet sticking with every step. he walks just as casually up it as he did here.]

[So, he knows a trick or two. Big deal- he already revealed that when he stayed stuck to the ground earlier.

Hmm... not many cars around...

The first thing Tetsuo does isn't to directly attack. He takes a step backward, lashing out at the building closest to him, aiming to break enough of it to get some pieces he can work with. How many of these can he block, huh?]

You really think you're something, don't you?!

[Selecting a piece here..]

[He's had rocks coming at him before, don't ya know. But the more rubble around the better for him as well. He smirks, watching Tetsuo take his time with that building side, and in it's weakness, it will break and crumble a bit for him. The wall will lurch out and relent a few larger pieces to be used should he want that.]

[Hisoka mean while will remain unphased, gesturing up a hand idly with his fingers spread as he speaks to him in return.]

What I am doesn't interest me right now, I'm here for you. Can you tell me your name?

Why not? It's Tetsuo.

[Tetsuo's been experimenting with his power here. He's got a decent idea on how large a thing he can manage to lift - generally something about the size of a car. There. That's the one he'll start with - a large metal beam.]

You're gonna die anyway -- might's well know who did it!

[A large metal beam, along with multiple smaller objects, flying right at his opponent. He'd ask what the guy's name is but he reaaaally doesn't care.]

I'm going to die, I see. It's a good thing I'm prepared then.

[A wide smile and he needn't ever ask his name, it wasn't really important either. Besides, Hisoka might not even give it out, why bother? Not unless this boy proves to be enjoyable enough as a waste of time.]

[The flecks of smaller objects are scattered and he'll crouch a little and punch them away before they hit him, turning them into small pieces and dust. But the main event is that beam and he hardly sees an issue with avoiding one large object, so he'll be a show boat about it.]

[He leaps up, lands on it mid air, and runs up along it and towards Tetsuo, sending a fast punch in his direction, aiming to strike at his face.]

[He'd been so sure that'd be the end of it somehow - in hindsight, he really shouldn't have been.

He has a long way to go when it comes to actually learning to fight, and it shows - Tetsuo's one who relies on sheer power above any other strategy. And it's never so evident as now, when his expression shifts to thorough surprise but his body remains rooted to the spot. What the-

He hasn't had many fights that he had to work to win.

THEN Tetsuo flinches back, arms moving to block, trying to flick his shield up before the guy got there, but he's likely too late to stop the punch from connecting.

Okay, really shouldn't underestimate this guy.]

[And all Hisoka's every really done with his life is learn how to fight, is perfect himself, body and mind. Power could be good, but it wasn't all you needed to get around things, to win. Sometimes power could just as easily be someone's downfall. Still, it could be such an alluring thing.]

[Whether his hit connects with face of Tetsuo's arms, it doesn't matter, the boy will fly back unless he takes some sort of precaution to glue himself in place. Hisoka doesn't really mind which his hand connects with either, as long as he hits him, block or not.]

[He'll jump back after that, a high leap into the air, a flip, and a spectacular landing. He leaped up of the ground high enough to get high and up over-

the steel beam now flying back at Tetsuo.]

[He won't see it, not unless he tries to really focus on seeing it, but Hisoka attached his aura to the beam, and then attached the other end using his fist to either Tetsuo's face or arms. Like gum, or a rubber band, the aura he connected to either was then 'activated' by him, and yanked the steel beam back and towards Tetsuo. Now might be when you try and dodge!]

[He flies back with a startled cry, hitting the ground hard and rolling before he manages to get his feet underneath him. But Tetsuo's taken all kinds of beatings before; that's nothing. He's up and ready to keep going ...

..just in time to see his weapon flying right at him.

NOW he acts defensively, fire flaring silver-hot in his mind and manifesting around him in a sphere of destructive energy. He's not going to dodge that beam; his shield's going to disintegrate or repel it. It doesn't matter which.]

[Both which is fine by him. Hisoka will land on the ground just as the beam has met it's demise, breaking off into a metallic dust and glimmering in the air as Hisoka stares back.]

[His eyes wide, his smile spreads, and he feels his whole body tighten up a little at the sight. Ah-

if only he honed his strength. He just needs time to perfect it. Should he train and put in the effort, this boy surely could be something. That raw power, ready and wanting to be something molded and perfected...

Nngh--, a pleasure snarls up and goes heavy in his lower gut and his fingers twitch slightly, hands dangling at his sides.]

So impressive, a defensive shield? Do you have name for it?

[The longer he holds onto it, the brighter it gets, the hotter it burns into his skull until he can't take it. Fortunately, he doesn't have to sustain for long; the beam's gone in a matter of seconds.

He lets it drop, feeling it fade away almost instantly. Braces for an attack that doesn't come, or to press on an attack after - but it doesn't. Instead, what happens is the last thing he'd expect: a compliment. Huh?]

What's it need a name for? It's just my power.

I suppose what it is isn't nearly trained enough to deserve a name yet, you're right. Ability's only deserve names when they're made into something special.

And you- you have such a long way. Perhaps when you start to perfect it, you can give your ability a name, and any others you create.

It's a part of me, that's all!

[AGAIN with that. First he's got Peter riding him to practice control, now this guy thinks he can barge in out of nowhere and judge him?

It was really only a matter of time before fury replaced surprise again. It IS something special - did he not just see what it did?!]

Why don't I name my arm next while I'm at it?!

Oh, do you think your arm is impressive enough to have a name? I'm not so sure about that either.

Why you-

[We now return to our regularly scheduled fight.

Because he's going to lift everything he can in the near vicinity - just enough to feel their weight clawing against his head, that's all it takes - and hurl it at his opponent as hard and fast as he can manage. You can't catch everything; Tetsuo's learned that the hard way before.]

[He certainly can't catch everything!

So he'll dodge.

And bob.

And weave.

His body bends like no human's body should, able to twist up like a corkscrew and turn and bend over to the side, looping around and away from debris flying at him. All the while he'll strike and smash pieces into dust, or fling them away from him. A long dance he doesn't at all and enjoys every moment of.]

[In the end he'll come out with a few scrapes and marks, but nothing serious, moving to step closer to Tetsuo, his eyes bright.]

You prefer long range? I suppose that's a weakness of mine, I like things closer~

[No. Way. No one moves like that. This guy - is he even human??

For a second, Tetsuo has to fight the urge to take a step backwards as he advances, instinct flaring that there's something deeply wrong - something beyond just creepy and weird.

He shoves that instinct down angrily, standing tall.]

Get used to it -- that's as close's you're gonna get!

[Tetsuo presses the attack again, this time not bothering with thrown objects. The air itself condenses and lashes forward in a violent shockwave aimed right at the creep, the ground tearing underneath it as the only visible evidence of its approach.

This guy managed to resist being picked up, but hey. He's ripped apart someone like this before. Who says it won't work again?]

[To be fair, dodging in the way he is now was already in his ability before the Porter saw fit to make his body made of rubber, but he quite liked to show off. The look on the boy's face there for a moment was priceless and often did showing off help rattle an opponent as well.]

[He'll feel it. Like a great tongue lapping at him through the air. That energy this boy has coming at him. Another dodge from some of the final pieces of debris and he activates Gyo, allowing him to see Tetsuo's energy swarming around him. Like an aura, but different. Hisoka can't say it looks exactly the same or acts like it. But what Tetsuo is doing now would be considered an Emitter Technique or Enhancer. Projecting your energy could technically fall under either.]

[So he'll defend accordingly. His own aura beats out of him, a smooth, thick, defensive aura. Nothing Tetsuo should be able to see but in this world- if he focuses enough he might.]

[Hisoka's aura comes over his body and beats with every pulse of Tetsuo's attacks. It defends exactly at the point it would need to, Hisoka moving to hold his arms up in guard by his face. The ground sinks under him, a crater that gets deeper and deeper, making pipes under the ground whine and burts here and there and causing small geysers of water to form.]

[He'll guard as long as Tetsuo continues his pursuit but evey slam against his body, seemingly unharmed, makes him shudder. Makes pleasure well up in his groin. He can feel it influence him. He might be guarding but long enough and this would start to tire him out.]

[Still he'll take it though, eventually unable to control himself and lets one of those final laps of that great tongue swipe over him and he curls up. He feels the energy rip at his clothes and cleave his flesh in places, try to crush him. Even without his aura he's strong enough to handle one attack though and it just makes him whine with how good it feels. So raw and strong and he could go so far, he can feel it. This boy could become a monster in time and it felt wonderful to feel that potential wash over him.]

Nnnnnhhgg, yes, you-

[His eyes are wide, smiling like mad as he looks up and suddenly darta after him. So quick he's hard to see he attacks. A hand thrusting to aim a punch at his face, and his other hand to aim a slam at Tetsuo's gut. All the while looking manic, excited now.]

[It's almost like before, though he can see this do at least something. It's not enough though. He can feel the power start to claw into his head, leaving streaks just behind his vision the more power he forces into his attack, and it's still not enough..

Why?

What is this guy?

Coming right at him, that's what. A nightmare face suddenly shooting forwards, a series of after images just as he's right on top of Tetsuo, landing punitive blows before Tetsuo's body even really registers it's been hit. He hits the ground again, fighting sudden nausea. Shit, this ... this isn't at all how this is supposed to go. He can fly, dammit, how does he keep getting hit?!]

[He's merely human, humans are full of a lot more mystery and power than people want to credit them for. But they can also be a little stupid, like when he allows himself to be hit. But he's happy for the act, it felt good, that blow of power slamming into him, and it's what triggered him to come for him quickly now. His heart is racing, his eyes going wide, a pleasure creeping into his gut, making him need to move, to see, to feel more of this.]

[He strikes the boy, and he' ll go to hit him again in Tetsuo's shock, his third hit slamming him down into the ground further and Tetsuo will feel it shake his body, rattle his skeleton, a punch against the boys stomach enough to really make him vomit, to fracture him, to ripped his organs into pieces- but Hisoka holds back, striking him in a way where most of the energy to it hits around him, through him, into the ground, causing it to cave under Tetsuo's back.]

Hah-

[A heavy breath. Hisoka stays there, legs spread a little, doubled over the body and sagging his head down, looking no where before he snaps his gaze to Tetsuo, up, eyes going wide, smile wider, and he suddenly grabs at Tetsuo's collar and clenches tight, lifting him. Hisoka lifts him up till he's holding Tetsuo up enough he needs to tilt his head up to look at the boy.]

Oooohh- you- [His eyes slim again, sinister, curling his fist a bit more into Tetsuo's clothes.]

Are no where near ready yet, strength means nothing if you can't use it, boy. But you could.

If you worked.

[Instinct takes over, curling his body into a fetal position quickly to try to protect sensitive areas, but the clown is so fast. Pain lashes dizzily through him, joining nausea in a permanent swirl in his head. A stab of very real fear cuts through it all; he realizes just how vulnerable he is even despite that, just how hard this guy can hit. He has to do something, he has to get out of this, he has to defend himself not again not EVER again-

Tetsuo coughs weakly, spit pooling under him by a thick line, trying to pull his mind together just enough to shield and force his body to get to its knees - just before the bastard reaches down and rips him roughly off the ground by his shirt.

God DAMN this freaky bastard, Tetsuo's going to enjoy ripping him apart -]

Y- son of a-

[...as soon as Tetsuo can manage to get his mind to focus. The fight's not out of him. The fight never will be until he wins.

So he won't waste breath saying more. He'll focus on the guy's head as he talks... focus hard, narrow down his mind's eye to a pinpoint of concentration, fuel it by fury, let the pain give him willpower...

You want to see effort, he'll show you effort. Even if he did realize it's a pointless endeavor - the guy can manage to cancel out what Tetsuo can do somehow - it wouldn't matter. He refuses to go down without a fight.]

[A pressure takes him as he stares up at the boy. His hand tight, his smile there, but a little does his jaw drop as he feels it. This buzz of energy starting to heat in his skull and he feels enough of it at first to know what it could do.]

[Nngh-- his breath hitches and his body falters a little. Perhaps Tetsuo gets a moment of fulfillment before a long drawn out moan escapes him and Hisoka stands up straight again. He had to activate his defensive Nen once more in order to shield against it. But it was obvious what such energy could do to him, what it could STILL do if Tetsuo dedicated enough of his life to mastering it.]

Eh ye- heeheeee- ess, yess, like that-

[His nostrils flare and he chokes at Tetsuo a bit with how tight he rolls his grip into the front of his shirt. His whole body shivers as he feels pressure clench around his skull like a vice but currently is unable to get into him any further. It feels good though, and Tetsuo will feel something in turn. That aura Hisoka uses, his life energy, as it defends around him it gets thick. It'll feel like a heavy, near gooey fog spreading around Tetsuo, a looming darkness of desire and bloodlust, all directed right to this boy. He'll feel it curl around him, penetrate at is skin, once described as standing in a blizzard with nothing on. Hisoka aura laps at him with need for more and will send shivers down his spine. It beats out of him as he feels that effort try to sink into his skull.]

What am Iii-- a son of a bitch, ooh, but what you could beee~

[A shudder and the arm raising Tetsup up flexes, veins beating and he curls his hand more, making that fabric around Tetsuo's collar really start to choke him. Hisoka doesn't notice how far in he's falling right now, when he's interested enough, when he's hungry and wanting, his bloodlust takes him over. He stares at him in a dark sort of glee, liking the way the fabric bites at his fingers and twists around the skin of this boy's neck.]

[He keeps pouring hatred into it, not caring anymore, not paying any attention to the world until it has one less clown in it. Down into a hyperfocus spiral, where everything else fades away into a black haze-

He's jolted out of it, fog lingering dark and thick in his mind as pressure tightens around his neck. His shirt is loose, generally, but the guy's got it balled together in a thick clump in his hand just to lift him, pulling it even more taut than Tetsuo's weight against it already was.

But then a new fog descends, thick and viscous. He can practically feel it against his lungs with every strained struggle for breath, coiling in cold and hot all at once. If it was just bloodlust... But it's hungrier than that, darker than that, drifting thick around him until he's shaking from more than just recoil of being attacked. It settles into a black pit in his stomach, winds around his head, relentlessly tearing into his body from every angle.

And then Tetsuo can't breathe at all. He can feel the fabric bite harshly into his neck, twisted around and around...

He clutches desperately at his throat, kicking with as much force as he can. All the power at his command, all of his strength, and he's forced to resort to last-ditch physical measures anyway.

He can't take this. He can't handle this. This...this is beyond him, too much. On a deep, instinctual level, he knows this. But he can't lose. He can't admit that, even here or now. All that realization does is fuel his increasingly desperate resolve. He's not going to die here. That's not going to happen. He's going to - to-

He's going to get payback for this. He has to.

He can't take this.]

[Desperation, Hisoka said it himself, this boy isn't ready. He kicks and struggles and that breaks Hisoka out of his daze for now. His grip suddenly loosens, his eyes opening a bit more. It's not shock on his face, just realization, right. Not ready he can't be too tough... mmnn, no, not yet. So he'll let go, let's Tetsuo fall to the ground in whatever way he might before leaping up and away.]

[Hisoka lands some feet away and takes in a breath, he's trying very hard to contain himself but it's difficult... he'll need to go out and find another way to relax now, and try not to kill this boy, or anyone nearby just to satiate the need.]

You've done well.

[A smile, leaning down a little to look at him.]

Shall we see next time, how much you've improved? [Standing straight again, he'll turn around.]

Until then, boy. Perhaps you'll have a name for me then.

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What's the difference between self discovery and self destruction

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i am so sorry for slow tags, life's annoying

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