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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:27:27 GMT
+Tooo whoever you want to receive him!+ +Truth be told, he really shouldn't be here. He's got a date with some badass overlord-- or so they say, anyways-- to pummel them into the ground. But what were demons known for? Yeah. Breaking the rules. So needless to say, he's gonna be a little late. Thumping one of his hind paws-- damn rabbit legs, everybody fuckin' stares at 'em-- he snorts rather loudly, looking around his surroundings.+ Shabby. But, can't expect anything less. This is fine.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:27:40 GMT
The second he enters into the building, all kinds of hell breaks loose. At least until one particular man, a behemoth of a man with a very muscular figure and a star on the back of his shoulder, takes a peek at the creature. The New Yorker grins, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Aren't you the oddest creature I have ever seen!" he states, a wink crossing his features. "You must be Happy~~~~~"
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:27:50 GMT
Well, as can be expected. They're humans, watching 'em screech and holller over sole guy with rabbit features is actually kind of amusing. Ah, yes. Nice. That fear energy feels pretty damn great. Pumps him up before his fight with that certain overlord later. He's just about to scare them a little more, by, God forbid, just m o v i n g, but all of the sudden, some muscle bound meathead approaches him.
And he frowns.
"... Yeah, let's not treat me like a 'cute wittle wabbit,' assmunch." He shrugs his hand off, then whips around, contemplating if he should send him flying into the nearest wall yet. Nah. He'll wait. "I'm not happy."
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:28:00 GMT
Joseph frowns at the impoliteness the other offers to him, his features seeming to grow a little bit darker with the slight upset he feels. Of course, he had promised Granny Erina that he would be a good boy and wouldn't attack any of the big shots around, but surely a guy with rabbit ears couldn't be all that good, right?
Stilling his tongue, Joseph bent down, giving another slight smile to the other. "I don't think I am going to be treating you like a rabbit at all; more like a child dressed up for Halloween. Which, by the way, isn't for another half year."
He snickers at his own joke, pointing his finger at the little guy. "Your next line will be, 'Go to hell before I destroy you, puny human.'"
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:28:10 GMT
Heh. Yeah. Go ahead and frown. You're not fazing hi--
.... Alright. Maybe you a r e with that little fucking comment. He bends in a bit, snarling, showing of his sharpened teeth and he growls at him. That. Wasn't funny.
"Go to hell before I destroy you, puny huma--!!"
-- What!? His ears stand straight, and he takes a step back, lowering on his haunches. .... That wasn't canny. Everybody heard that, right? How did he d o that!? Who w a s this bozo?!
"... That... That wasn't normal... What the fuck!?"
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:28:16 GMT
The handsome, hot-headed hero grins again, waving a hand slightly to the side in his usual impetuous attitude, laughing at the complete and utter confusion that seemed to cause the Demon to stop in his tracks. He had dealt with much more difficult men to manipulate than this little bunny. After all, with Asche already having an attitude issue, it wasn't too much to play his mind tricks on him.
"You must be new here to New York," he states, placing a hand in a pose style across his face. "Otherwise you would have heard of me, the Great Joseph Joestar."
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:28:25 GMT
... Ew. What was he doing.
Now Asche was definitely becoming freaked out. A human who didn't fear him was one thing, but this posting deal... No, no, no. He came for a passtime. He came to implant fear in the hearts of humans. This guy... Can't be human. How he managed to tell him so easily was just unreal, and then he goes and...
He backs up a bit. It's not the title that daunts him. It's stupid ass a t t i t u d e.
"... I don't care who you are. Either feel fear or get the hell away from me."
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:28:32 GMT
Joseph rotated his pose, moving one of his hands at his side, pointing his other finger over at him in a joking manner. Of course he wasn't freaked out; this creature wasn't the oddest beast he had ever dealt with, nor was he someone that could ever strap fear into his soul. Straizo was a fruitcake, and he was someone he was able to manipulate just as well as he could this little bunny rabbit.
He grins at that, winking at the other. "Why would I feel fear from such an adorable creature?" he asked, reaching out to bop his head easily and bouncing back. "Tagggggggggggggggu~"
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:28:41 GMT
The patch of fur on his chest puffs up, ears springing to full attention as his brows press in dangerously when he's called adorable. That's it. It didn't matter who or what the hell this 'human' was. Asche wanted to p u l v e r i z e him.
"I'm not f u c k i n g cute!" He yells out, swiping a clawed hand out as Joseph is retracting his own. Hopefully, he manages a good slice across his arm. If not, there's more coming, anyways. He takes a good leap forward, aiming to bash his head right against his. "Don't 'tag' me!"
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:28:51 GMT
Joseph dodged back just in time when the little creature flung his claws out. That would have hurt if that would have landed, and it would have caused Joseph to possibly have turned into quite the ornery fellow. The headbash that followed soon afterwards though definitely causes Joseph to snap, the bubbly, happy mood seeming to disappear into something even more menacing after he was hurt.
"That honestly hurt, you bastard," he growled out, rubbing the front of his temple with one of his hands. The only reason he wasn't flat out attacking right now was because he had made a promise to his Granny Erina that he wouldn't do anything drastic.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:29:01 GMT
The dull ache in his own head went unnoticed after the feeling of satisfaction for a subtle victory washes over him, and as he takes a hop-step back, he smirks darkly, sharp teeth glinting in the light. He takes no heed to how pissed Joseph may be, especially when he's been dealing with his games this whole time to begin with.
For a time, he just stares at him with that smug look, crouching down into a better stance if he should come at him. "Are you done screwing with me yet? I can do a lot more than that if not."
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:29:10 GMT
"I can shoot the top off this bottle of soda and break your nose in half before you even had a chance to come at me, BunnyBoy," Joseph stated, pointing the soda he had bought earlier directly at Asche - and it was the simple tone of his voice and the slightly dark glint in his eye that would prove that he was being more than 100% truthful. After all, just earlier in the day, he broke a cop's finger before he could pull the trigger of a gun. If the little creature thought he was joking, it could easily cost him his life.
After all, that stunt earlier had taken all of the fun out of Joseph and turned him into someone he wasn't - a true brawler.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:29:24 GMT
Asche stared directly back at him and his measly bottle of pop. Pfftch, seriously? Harm him with a damn soda cap? He had to have been joking. In any case, Asche really doesn't even want his time wasted by a pitiful demonstration, so he straightens his posture and waves a hand around nonchalantly, frowning immediately after.
"Don't make a joke out of me with your stupid pop bottle, you piece of shit." Just then, he kicks up a nice chair from an outdoor dining set just beside him, and sends it flying right to Joseph's head before turning around and practically shooting like a bullet down the sidewalk. Surely people would get a good fright out of that, and it served as a perfect distraction from that posing idiot.
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:29:32 GMT
The attack of the chair was the last straw for Joseph. Immediately, he is breathing in deeply, charging the energy of his breath into attack energy. Focusing on the soda bottle, he will be utilizing the cap to aim the bottle cap straight through the hole in the chair, the speeding projectile now going directly towards Asche. Being hit by the chair, Joseph stood, rubbing his temple as a growl reached the back of his throat.
"Oi! Come back here, you bastard!" Following the projectile, hoping that it trips Asche up somewhat, he will be giving his own chase after the demon. Despite how big and bulky he is, he is actually quite swift and agile, a concept that not many seemed to be able to grasp.
"I'm comin' after you!"
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Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 19:29:41 GMT
Unfortunately enough for Asche, by the time he had turned to begin running, he had not noticed the pop cap spinning off to meet him. He took it straight to the ribs, and not even after he's only gotten a yard or so away, he's already fallen to the ground, skidding against it, holding his side. It seemed to have knocked the wind out of him....
But as he glances back and realized that Joseph is hot on his tail, he practically forces himself to breathe normally again, glaring hard at him before practically forcing the air back into his lungs. The situation right now isn't that bad, but if that... That damn abnormal human gets his hands on him, it could mean trouble. Whatever he just did, that's a terrifying feat for a human. If he gets snatched uo by somebody like that, they may end up really fighting. Asche couldn't afford time in Hades.
Hopefully, then.... He would leap onto the roof of this speeding car that's passing by. If he doesn't make it, then shit, he'll make up plan B as he goes.
"Leave me alone, shitstain!"
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