BSD
Administrator
Listen Here!
It's a shame that things have ended up in this state. One can't help but wonder why things were allowed to get to this point. Although, given how things currently stood with certain doom impending, it didn't matter much. The show would continue to go on so long as the man was amused. And to say he wasn't having a blast would be to lie. While he loved to lie, he never fibbed when it came to having fun. It was the one treasure that couldn't be tarnished. To lie was to have fun, to have fun was to truly experience life. Without the proper tools on hand to feel such emotions, why even bother? An odd way of thinking had always surrounded the man. No one really knew what he thought or why, but soon enough this would come to light. For now, he was fully intent on playing the role of the innocent teacher who'd lost control. Suspicious or not, he wasn't found guilty just yet. Yes, that verdict would certainly reach him by the end of the day, but did this really matter all that much in the grand scheme of things? Yet another question that he held the answer to— no, it didn't matter at all. Kido bindings, Hakuda masters, the utter lack of weapons — none of it phased him. Despite his lack of mastery, he was confident in his guaranteed expertise in physical combat without his esteemed weapon. Sure, he would miss Aion, but maybe they really did need a break. They were a bit suffocating sometimes.
It was time to relax in the Maggot's Nest; the place that people seldom exited. His confidence was not to be mistaken with arrogance. Every moment that passed allowed him to continue to formulate multiple plans. Each had a unique beginning and ending. Leaving the man to his thoughts was the most dangerous thing that these people could do. They couldn't be blamed for this, though. There was no way for them to know about his strategic nature and an inherent desire for destruction. Many would assume that destruction and strategy can't work in tandem, but they clearly missed a lecture or two on the history of the world. Every single action thus far had been met with no resistance. His bindings were undone, but he didn't move unless instructed to do so. There was never a need for these shady men to repeat themselves or use additional force because he showed no reluctance in his actions. The way in which he complied was eerie, to say the least. If he was innocent, he should be putting up more of a fight. Perhaps it was because of his extensive knowledge of the history of this Division that guided him. Maybe he had been a cold-blooded killer.
Well, not maybe — he was, but he wouldn't admit that until he had an audience of his liking. A grand spectacle needed to take place in order to satisfy the man's hysterically nihilistic nature. A familiar presence washed over him as his eyes began to bulge, the crimson deepening into a vermillion as his blood boiled. He knew that this person was well aware of his presence and he hated them. They had interrupted his murder mystery with their disgusting presence. Yes, his brother, Enji, had appeared on official business for the First Division. As he continued to do as he was instructed, he had to do everything in his power to suppress any flare-ups. He wanted nothing more than to break free from the grip of those surrounding him and pounce on the man that wasn't too far from him. In an instant, he could certainly take him by surprise and perhaps bite out his jugular with his canines. He'd revel in the blood that would come from his sibling's neck while others rushed to detain him. This would indict him, surely. However, he wasn't going to give in to his fantasies just yet. No, the show was still on— regardless of Enji's presence.
A female hailing from the Second makes herself known with a cold and demanding voice. Her monotone volume dances on his ears as he begins to disrobe in front of her. Had it been anyone else, they surely would've objected. As if he was bursting from the seems, his face began to turn red. Surely, she'd think this was due to embarrassment. It certainly seemed to be due to this, given that he hadn't spoken and his blank expression hadn't wavered. The truth was that this was euphoria. Being treated like a Maggot while still retaining false innocence had driven him to such a low standing! This was magnificent, marvelous, splendid, majestic, phenomenal, even! With an air of diluted grace, his clothing came down as his bare flesh met with the air. It was quite chilly, but he really didn't care considering he got to wear garments that felt weighted. They restricted his Reiryoku quite a bit. Despite this, he didn't care much about their function. As binding as they were, he still felt comfortable enough to fight. Though, from what he was feigning they would never be able to tell this. Following the woman's every order to the tee, he couldn't help but wonder why they thought putting a vicious murderer with the general public was a good idea. But, then again, he wasn't the adjudicator, so he didn't care. Maybe he could kill a couple of people while formulating a plan. Something had to sate his boredom that was bound to come.