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Ōku Nomoji with Jotaro Kujo and Polyxena Einar.
April 20 ·
[~Jotaro Kujo~]
[~C L O S E D R P ~]
{{RWBYxJJBA}}
{Glynda Goodwitch}
Although he didn't allow the emotion to reach his gaze.. Jotaro was horrified. After the adrenaline from the battle had died down, after everyone had escaped and gotten away safe, Jotaro glanced around at the catastrophe that he had gotten himself involved in. The Grimm were all gone, either having been driven off or having faded away back into the darkness that they had been created from. All that was around him, however... was nothing but blood.
White Fang members were either knocked out cold all over the place, blood splattered on walls and the ground of the district they were battling it out on. Bones protruded from skin, bodies twisted and turned in shapes that couldn't have been natural, faces black and purple from the severe beatings that had been received.
He didn't hear anything. Congratulations. Thanks. Praise. Commendations on being a proper fighter. He had heard nothing. There wasn't a point in him being able too; the only thing that clutched at his senses was the damage he had caused. Was the sheer amount of pain he had inflicted on others.
What had finally snapped him out of his thoughts was the quiet drop of a bullet that was released close to his side by an arm that no one else seemed to be able to see, a muscular arm with shades of blue and purple dancing across it. Turning around, he looked around for the culprit, but he already knew what it was.
It was some kind of demon. An akuma that was just there for him. No one else could see it, no one else could sense it.. The only thing that remained was a sheer sense of terror.
Turquoise eyes narrowed, hat pulled down lower on his head. Of course, he wasn't going to allow anyone else to notice he was shaken; what was the point in that? He had defeated enemies that were willing to kill them - the bullet was proof enough of that. Why was he so upset?
He had always beaten up bullies before, some of them having to go to the nurse's office afterwards to get broken noses set, or cuts and scrapes healed. He ran people off, made people avoid him like the plague. Jotaro Kujo was a delinquent, a pure delinquent. At the same time, however, he also wasn't frightened in the slightest about anything that came afterwards. Everyone knew he was violent, knew he could snap at the smallest instance...
Jotaro was just glad he wasn't at home. What if this demon had appeared in front of his mother? What if it had hurt her? No. This teenager was far too dangerous to leave out on the streets. He was far too frightening, far too terrifying, to be allowed to live freely.
Making up his mind, he stated that he would feel more comfortable escorting the injured girls out of the stage and towards the place that they called home.. if only this once. Without really any sense of hesitation, or uncertainty... the girls and the teenager headed out towards their school.
Once there, he had met with the headmaster - a man known as Ozpin - who thanked him for any and all of his assistance that were offered that night. Being offered quarters was even better, and as was such, he accepted them, locking the door from the outside, and remaining in the room.
Refusing to come out, asking one of the girls to bring him meals every day - or using his very own demon to retrieve them for him - he remained alone, reading books that had been in the room, doodling on paper.. anything to pass the time.
He was far too dangerous to be allowed to see the light of day and freedom again.
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Polyxena Einar
Polyxena Einar Glynda and Ozpin had long debated the young man who had come out of Raven's portal to help in the fight against the Grimm and White Fang members. Glynda believed he was a threat, someone who needed to be returned to where he came.
Ozpin of course believed differently, that this young man before them had potential, that he could be a great asset.
Whether or not either of these were true was impossible to determine -- since he had been granted a room to use, the boy had not emerged from it since. Well, no more. Glynda was not going to allow this to continue; she wanted...no, needed... to get to the bottom of the mystery behind this young man.
His attacks had increased in ferocity as the battle had continued to rage...and she wanted to know why, at the very least. And get him out of that room for a while, at least.
So, when one of the girls is trying to deliver his evening meal, Glynda liberates it from her. And instead approaches the young man's door, knocking upon it firmly.
He can't avoid her this way -- she's holding his food captive...and she wants answers.
There's not much that can stand between Glynda and answers, when she wants them badly enough.
Like · Reply · May 20 at 10:07pm
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji It is when he hears the sound of the sharp knock on his door that he puts down the book about Remnant that he was reading, his turquoise gaze and stony features turning even more dark as he listened to the firm sound that intruded upon his ears. Usually, the food was placed down, a single, solitary knock given, or even just a simple call out from the door. Now, he knew that something was different.
That was fine; he didn't need to eat anything today anyway. If she was going to continue to take over food duty, however, that would cause a severe issue. He clenches his fist, his eyes narrowing slightly in irritation. What didn't they understand?
He was dangerous. He landed people into hospitals that entire night while he was fighting. He was catching flying bullets out of nowhere, and anyone who was closer than ten meters from him were more than welcome to be entered into the blinding flurry of fists that he knew would come.
The worst part was... he didn't even understand what was going on. Why was any of this happening? None of it made sense, not in the slightest. All he knew was that if anyone came close, they could be killed. That very thought concerned him although he would never say such a thing aloud.
"What is it?" he asked, his tone not carrying a hint of respect, nor any other emotion. Just a blatant question that he expected to be answered immediately.
Like · Reply · May 24 at 12:13pm
April 20 ·
[~Jotaro Kujo~]
[~C L O S E D R P ~]
{{RWBYxJJBA}}
{Glynda Goodwitch}
Although he didn't allow the emotion to reach his gaze.. Jotaro was horrified. After the adrenaline from the battle had died down, after everyone had escaped and gotten away safe, Jotaro glanced around at the catastrophe that he had gotten himself involved in. The Grimm were all gone, either having been driven off or having faded away back into the darkness that they had been created from. All that was around him, however... was nothing but blood.
White Fang members were either knocked out cold all over the place, blood splattered on walls and the ground of the district they were battling it out on. Bones protruded from skin, bodies twisted and turned in shapes that couldn't have been natural, faces black and purple from the severe beatings that had been received.
He didn't hear anything. Congratulations. Thanks. Praise. Commendations on being a proper fighter. He had heard nothing. There wasn't a point in him being able too; the only thing that clutched at his senses was the damage he had caused. Was the sheer amount of pain he had inflicted on others.
What had finally snapped him out of his thoughts was the quiet drop of a bullet that was released close to his side by an arm that no one else seemed to be able to see, a muscular arm with shades of blue and purple dancing across it. Turning around, he looked around for the culprit, but he already knew what it was.
It was some kind of demon. An akuma that was just there for him. No one else could see it, no one else could sense it.. The only thing that remained was a sheer sense of terror.
Turquoise eyes narrowed, hat pulled down lower on his head. Of course, he wasn't going to allow anyone else to notice he was shaken; what was the point in that? He had defeated enemies that were willing to kill them - the bullet was proof enough of that. Why was he so upset?
He had always beaten up bullies before, some of them having to go to the nurse's office afterwards to get broken noses set, or cuts and scrapes healed. He ran people off, made people avoid him like the plague. Jotaro Kujo was a delinquent, a pure delinquent. At the same time, however, he also wasn't frightened in the slightest about anything that came afterwards. Everyone knew he was violent, knew he could snap at the smallest instance...
Jotaro was just glad he wasn't at home. What if this demon had appeared in front of his mother? What if it had hurt her? No. This teenager was far too dangerous to leave out on the streets. He was far too frightening, far too terrifying, to be allowed to live freely.
Making up his mind, he stated that he would feel more comfortable escorting the injured girls out of the stage and towards the place that they called home.. if only this once. Without really any sense of hesitation, or uncertainty... the girls and the teenager headed out towards their school.
Once there, he had met with the headmaster - a man known as Ozpin - who thanked him for any and all of his assistance that were offered that night. Being offered quarters was even better, and as was such, he accepted them, locking the door from the outside, and remaining in the room.
Refusing to come out, asking one of the girls to bring him meals every day - or using his very own demon to retrieve them for him - he remained alone, reading books that had been in the room, doodling on paper.. anything to pass the time.
He was far too dangerous to be allowed to see the light of day and freedom again.
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Polyxena Einar
Polyxena Einar Glynda and Ozpin had long debated the young man who had come out of Raven's portal to help in the fight against the Grimm and White Fang members. Glynda believed he was a threat, someone who needed to be returned to where he came.
Ozpin of course believed differently, that this young man before them had potential, that he could be a great asset.
Whether or not either of these were true was impossible to determine -- since he had been granted a room to use, the boy had not emerged from it since. Well, no more. Glynda was not going to allow this to continue; she wanted...no, needed... to get to the bottom of the mystery behind this young man.
His attacks had increased in ferocity as the battle had continued to rage...and she wanted to know why, at the very least. And get him out of that room for a while, at least.
So, when one of the girls is trying to deliver his evening meal, Glynda liberates it from her. And instead approaches the young man's door, knocking upon it firmly.
He can't avoid her this way -- she's holding his food captive...and she wants answers.
There's not much that can stand between Glynda and answers, when she wants them badly enough.
Like · Reply · May 20 at 10:07pm
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji It is when he hears the sound of the sharp knock on his door that he puts down the book about Remnant that he was reading, his turquoise gaze and stony features turning even more dark as he listened to the firm sound that intruded upon his ears. Usually, the food was placed down, a single, solitary knock given, or even just a simple call out from the door. Now, he knew that something was different.
That was fine; he didn't need to eat anything today anyway. If she was going to continue to take over food duty, however, that would cause a severe issue. He clenches his fist, his eyes narrowing slightly in irritation. What didn't they understand?
He was dangerous. He landed people into hospitals that entire night while he was fighting. He was catching flying bullets out of nowhere, and anyone who was closer than ten meters from him were more than welcome to be entered into the blinding flurry of fists that he knew would come.
The worst part was... he didn't even understand what was going on. Why was any of this happening? None of it made sense, not in the slightest. All he knew was that if anyone came close, they could be killed. That very thought concerned him although he would never say such a thing aloud.
"What is it?" he asked, his tone not carrying a hint of respect, nor any other emotion. Just a blatant question that he expected to be answered immediately.
Like · Reply · May 24 at 12:13pm