Arguing with himself ~{open}~

[Yoshibi]

Yoshibi sat at the edge of his bed in the hotel room off school grounds. It seem to be a rather disturbing day to him, it seemed that his so called "demons", well so others called them. He stared at his shoes in the corner of the room, they were black converse that had writing on the white tops of the shoe. Most stated that the world was filled with pain and woe. Others had called him depressed, but anyone that knew him well enough would say different.

Yoshibi stood and grabbed his shoes, laced them and walked to the closet. He opened the door and was greeted by the smell of old leather mixed with a metallic smell, Yoshibi inhaled the aroma and enjoyed it. The source of the smell was an older leather jacket with spike studs on the shoulders, it was old, but it was his favorite. He grabbed it and threw it on over his fire tiger Tee and the monster spoke in the back of his mind. "Hello Warren remember me?" said the monster wolf in a mocking voice. 'Leave me be cruel beast...' Warren looked around the closet and saw the old shoe box he was looking for, he pulled it out and sat on the bed with it. "Awe now is that any way to speak to your friend?" Asked the beast. Warren opened the box and looked over its contents, a silver colt .45 handgun and a full box of ammo for the gun. "I could end your shit right here, as nobody would question my motive!" Yoshibi roared at the empty room.

The beast materialized before Yoshibi and laughed. "You don't have what it takes." said the beast coldly. Warren sighed and put the box away, and looked at the door, surely somebody would hear the gunshot. Warren laughed as the monster had and looked into the mirror on the wall and punched it shattering the glass and cutting his hand. "Now I'm in control...Ryoku" Warren said the beast's name with slight hesitation. Warren walked out the door and to the school.

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For lingering sake Jaus found himself rummaging around the downtown district, by the residency hotels. No he didn't need a place to live seeing as he was otherwise set until he decided to move but for the time being the Jardin handled his expenses so long as he contributed himself to their services. A tactful trade at very least in his mind as he lurked the nights at an amiable stroll. There wasn't much that went around here any longer in fact the most interesting he recalled was when Gabriel Seran and him broke into a party and shot up the place like mad men. Of course things like that were at an all time low as the big movers and shakers parted ways with this area. In fact he hadn't taken part in Gabriel's shenanigans in over a year now, so he lingered on his own to the depths of night.

Dark apparel suited him, the thick and heavy leather jacket matched with the armbands fastened round his forearms, the things kept him weighted like a rock but he almost didn't mind any longer, he was at a point in his training where the weight was just enough to keep him focused on something more than simply his raw potential but keep his own monster buried away for when a time called for it.

*psht*

The can in his grip would break quickly being edged upwards towards his lips. It'd been awhile since he could have enjoyed the taste of the sugary soda from which he drank from just now. But tonight was cold, blanketed and calm. A small notification would trigger off from the goggles strapped around his head. In a fluid motion he'd bring them down focusing on the update. A power Level of 900 in the area. Nothing hugely significant but it was certainly above average. Something to keep an eye on.

[Yoshibi]

Warren took out the white gauze he always carried in his pocket and wrapped it around his left arm to cover his tattoo. 'I wonder who would bother with me today...well scratch that, I wonder who I would bother today...' Warren continued to walk before he noticed it was dark, something he hadn't counted on. It seemed to him that the dark was perfect for fighting, that is if it happened he would be ready.

Warren stopped in his tracks when Ryoku appeared before him and point to his right. Warren stared at the wolf demon before looking right and see an outline of what seemed to be a person. "Smell the air fool..." The demon said. Warren sniffed the air and could smell something with sugar. "I see..." Warren walked to the right to see who would greet him, or attack him. He couldn't gage just by an outline. Perhaps he might make a friend he didn't know.

Warren started walking but ended up sprinting toward the person, as he got closer he could smell the clothes on the person. The leather clashed with his own, Warren had a problem with it, to many smells. Warren stopped ten feet from the person. "Are you here for me? Please finish your drink, don't stop on my account." Warren grinned slightly. It was more of an anticipation smile then a mocking one.

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The eye told him simply that the power level picked out before was approaching, at first a slow pace which he wasn't surprised by, even prepared himself for. Though instantly the speed would accelerate throwing off Jaus' preparations. A small unnoticed flinch would trigger bringing attention around the the sprinting figure who would stop at a distance keeping things at an evident distance.

*Sluuuurrrp*

"Are you here for me? Please finish your drink, don't stop on my account."

The mocking tone going quite noticed as he kept the drink at his lips, eyes poised on the fellow for a moment before cocking back his head and finishing off the bubbling goop that was in his system now. A gitteriness at the fact that he'd finished it so quickly, and a slight regret at choosing that over water.

*Sluuuuurrrp*

Gleaming the edges for any sense of soda left before displacing the can to his side and crushing the can with his hand and tossing it over his shoulder feeling that this was no time to go green as an opponent as clear to see stood before him. Or at the very least an intimidation factor.

"All finished."

His remark dull as any other who spoke but simply filled with the meager replies to be expected, a daunting sense of coercion for the man to move first, to be acted upon perhaps.

"Why? Should I be here for you?"

A reply patient, questioning. Honestly he didn't understand the worth of one life too another but in the original question it highlighted his curiosities. Was there someone after him, if then who?

[Yoshibi]

Yoshbi smiled when the man had claimed his finished drink and tossed the can over his shoulder. He enjoyed the sound of the metal hitting the ground. He looked at the man, assuming by the voice that he was a man. Warren looked directly where the eyes would be and listened to what he had to say.

"Why? Should I be here for you?"

Warren smiled at the question, this man obviously wasn't after him. Perhaps he was but then again, he could be after him without knowing who he truly was talking to. "Are you a cop of some kind?" Warren chuckled knowing it wasn't appropriate for the matter at hand. 'I hope this doesn't turn into a fight...'

Warren sighed and offered a hand so the man would know he meant no harm. He wondered what was going through the man's head currently, he figured he was probably cursing yoshibi's ass out. "I'm Yoshibi Otibo but you can call me Warren if you wish. Plus you never know who you'll meet in the middle of the night am I correct?" Warren stood there feeling like an idiot for caving in first, but he had to. Otherwise he might end up flattened on his back, or worse.

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"Are you a cop of some kind?"

It wasn't so much a stupid question seeing as at this time of night there were often only two types of people hanging about. The cops and the criminals but of all things Jaus viewed himself as neither. He was center of the road considering his mob was in the interests of good deeds but acted outside of the law.

Jaus wouldn't move forward, keeping his distance as he flicked the collar of his jacket feeling the heavy weave drop back into his collar feeling the weight make him shrug somewhat. Then came the offering of a hand. Friendship? Acquaintanceship? Regardless the motion spoke leagues about the character suggesting merely that he was not the type to jump headlong into a fight. Good, but it bored as Jaus wanted fights, he was hungry for violence.

"I'm Yoshibi Otibo but you can call me Warren if you wish. Plus you never know who you'll meet in the middle of the night am I correct?"

Jaus wouldn't take his hand and would merely keep himself at the distance moving his arms to cross his chest. He was much less tempted to strike out violently.

"Jaus Valentine, and I suppose you're right a bit of surprises anytime you go out. Which reminds me," He'd pause for a moment letting his right hand roll up to cup his chin in a thoughtful expression, "You don't happen to go to school around here?"

It seemed a poised question as the boy looked about his age and chances are if it came to it meeting another would only prove in his best interests when push came to shove once more in this ever expansive war zone.

[Yoshibi]

Warren grinned at his question, perhaps he was onto him, but Warren doubted it. "Why yes...as a matter of fact I do, but I see your not the friendly type..." Warren lowered his hand and attempted to evaluate the man in front of him. He studied his stance, he knew that just from looking, even with Warren's knowledge he would not be able to beat the man if a fight broke out.

Yoshibi clutched his left forearm and fell to a knee, the pain was in his head but his tattoo hurt none the less. "Attack him or fall to your demons...ATTACK!!!" Warren stood and blinked at the man. "I'm sorry sir if you'll excuse me I really must be--" Warren was cut off from the throbbing pain once again and fell to the ground holding his arm. "Make it stop, make it stop..." Warren pleaded quietly then quickly began to grow angry.

Yoshibi stood on his feet and felt stronger, but he knew it was just the adrenaline. Nothing more, and nothing less. He look around and eyed the man, perhaps the man would make friends through a quick spar. No, it was stupid, the anger was talking. Yoshibi breathed in deeply and then out and repeated several times before he calmed down. "I'm sorry Mr....Jaus was it? I had a mental breakdown for the momment...You must know how dangerous mental people can be." Yoshibi chuckled at his own remark.

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"Why yes...as a matter of fact I do, but I see your not the friendly type..."

Bingo, again he still stuck to his guns with the reasoning that the kid was by all means probably just another thug considering even now that it'd been revealed that they went to the same school, a place that had become a breeding ground for the deprived souls. Jaus would turn up a casual smirk soon put to rest as the boy fell to the floor clutching at his arm and writhing in a sense of pain. The motion triggered Jaus to raise his brow. Curiosity more than concern rushed to his mind as he took an inclined step forward bridging the divide by a small inclination.

"Attack him or fall to your demons...ATTACK!!!"

Again the curious sensation entering his mind and turning his head to cock on an angle watching him writhe before coming to terms with his affliction.

"I'm sorry sir if you'll excuse me I really must be-- Make it stop, make it stop..."

Again the attack seemed rough on him only bringing about a curious gaze from Jaus. It wasn't that it wasn't abnormal Jaus had seen similar afflictions before, he wanted to see it even. The eye gave of a severe warning at the beast's activity triggering a sense of edge to himself. Muscles bulged beneath his coat as his eyes clearly defined their mark, he could match the heavy breath of his troubled target though out of pure excitement. The thrill of battle.

"I'm sorry Mr....Jaus was it? I had a mental breakdown for the momment...You must know how dangerous mental people can be."

"I'm afraid you'll have to enlighten me to that revelation, you see I'd like to think that I'm the most dangerous around here."

His own daring smirk present and ready lowering a glowering face.

[Yoshibi]

Warren smiled at Juas and chuckled. "I remember you, the leader or some important member of a gang around the school..." Warren smiled though he figured that the man before him wouldn't be able to see it. "Well you see I am unpredictable...I could try and attack you now, but I see no point in losing right now." Yoshibi said as he saw the obvious weak points unprotected, if it did turn into a fight he would get a few hits in before Yoshibi got the shit beat out of him.

Warren eyed the man, and laughed. "You seem well enough to at least be on your good side, if you want I can get you a drink? I'm buying...even if it is illegal to buy the beer, I have some stocked in my mini fridge." Warren smiled at the offer, perhaps the man would take it, then again he might not. Ryoku stood next to Warren, growling fiercely at him. Yoshibi ignored him, he thought about the fact why he felt he had three persona's. One was him right now, Yoshibi...He felt Warren might be a whole other person inside him, he came out when Yoshibi grew weary. The third was Ryoku, he figured the demon wolf was a projection of what he could become.

Warren smiled at the man, hoping he would share a beer or two. "It's not far from here, you probably noticed me leaving a room, that one was mine...I do live alone but it's worth it...no rules, no nagging...no nothing." Warren said the words making an emphasis on the nothing. In his head played the song "Hang On" by Seether, at the time it was appropriate.

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ooc: <3 Seether.

"I remember you, the leader or some important member of a gang around the school..."

Wrong....

"Well you see I am unpredictable...I could try and attack you now, but I see no point in losing right now."

Already having lost before the battle started, something that kept aspiring warriors from godhood. Something he was never privy to. A calm and deviant smirk settled across his features letting the hand resting on his chin return to cross his chest looking the confident cross figure pitch his verbal coos. Even as he went so far as to laugh. Curiosity was still present as Jaus wondered why he was laughing, he'd just admitted he was no match, then again he'd seen many other fighters pitch the same thing hoping that in time their conservative styles would prove them to take the top. Though the top was reserved for the bold.

"You seem well enough to at least be on your good side, if you want I can get you a drink? I'm buying...even if it is illegal to buy the beer, I have some stocked in my mini fridge. It's not far from here, you probably noticed me leaving a room, that one was mine...I do live alone but it's worth it...no rules, no nagging...no nothing."

"I'll pass, I'd prefer to keep myself clear headed if you know what I mean."

He didn't, there was a level to Jaus few could understand it was a large reason of why his days were spent alone. There once was a time when there was someone but they left gone and faded into the anulls of time. This era now was hos to shape.

"I appreciate the offer though."

[Yoshibi]

Warren frowned at the man. Even though being clear headed sounded fantastic, this man, Mr. Jaus seemed he would need one. Warren decided not to press it any farther. Surly he would enjoy Warren's company....but then again, who did enjoy his company. Yoshibi hung his head slightly and turned figuring there was nothing left to be said. "If you need me Mr. Jaus you know where I live, I'm always here unless I'm in the school." Warren waved slightly at the man and began walking, he was sure that he seemed week and needy by doing this, but none the less it had happened.

Warren had gotten to the front of his door before he fell to the ground clutching his left forearm again. "Missirable....incolent, little piece of nothing!!!" Ryoku roared at Warren. "Go back there and fight him! NOW!" Ryoku's words echoed through Warren's head. He got up and ran to Jaus and stared into where his eyes would be. "Get ready Mr. Jaus...I-I want to spar...I'm surly no match but this voice wont let me stop.." Warren jumped in the air and kicked a space about Jaus's head, it was more for show than anything else.

(OCC: Sorry about the crap post...had to do it in a hurry)

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No doubt Jaus was the sort of person who was 'uptight' it was just how he was and rarely he could be talked out of it. Thinking back probably the most unwound he'd ever been was having sex in the hot springs back at point hope high school. The imagery itself settled a blush onto his impressionable features quickly cascading away behind the stone cold facade fixating back to face him unphased.

"If you need me Mr. Jaus you know where I live, I'm always here unless I'm in the school."

Jaus turned around taking his time to leave with a slow yet amiable pace. Though hearing the words made him think that the guy was perhaps being a bit too friendly. Perhaps he was just another misunderstood kid trying to make friends to a degree that it missed the mark, he could accept that being much the same in that aspect and probably going so far to the extreme that social exposure didn't fit him anymore. Choosing the life of a hermit over opportunity. Maybe he should have turned his back and taken him up on the drink.

Too deep in thought as he progressed forward Jaus would be far too lost to have caught the attention as a flying kick knocked the back of his head. More by the surprise than the strength in fact Jaus would be toppled forward falling on his face into the cement ground, the impulsive lurch of his hands upwards to shield his fall essentially tearing the bare arms that scalded the ground into shredded pulps.

"Grrrr...."

He'd complain into the ground not being fond of being caught off guard though it was mostly his fault for not paying attention. "You want a fight eh?!" He'd shout out rolling up to his left side swiping his right hand across the boy's face to backhand him if he didn't react to move. Regardless his right would follow up to punch in the gut now going toe-to-toe with the new fellow.

[Yoshibi]

Warren frowned as Jaus growled at him. 'Awww SHIT....' He thought as he watched the man handspring from the ground. Even though he hadn't meant to do the kick to the air it was irrelevant now....It seemed Yoshibi was going to get his ass handed to him. Warren moved his head back so the hand wouldn't slap him, but he didn't notice the fist coming and was punched in the gut. Warren barely stood, the pain was immense, the last fight had happened four years ago...or was it three. He couldn't get his head together to remember when.

"Ugh...that...that really hurt. Your a quick one...I'll give you that." Warren stood up slowly and then fell to a knee, his tattoo was aching again. Something that happened when the demon that was in his mind wanted to take over. The demon however was nothing much, simply a imaginary thing to hide his violent urges, if he didn't see it as himself it let him sleep at night.

Warren put a hand on the ground and his right foot went for the bottom of Jaus's left knee, if he hit it the knee would either buckle and Jaus would be at level to kick in the face, or it would break and bend the leg backwards. Warren shook his head knowing it wouldn't break, he didn't add enough force, though there might be enough for it to crack. Warren could mentally feel the grip of the demon surrounding his mind. "If you back down, I shall murder you..." said the monster. "Fine, I'll fight..." Warren said as he got ready to spring up and face Jaus if the hit missed.

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"Ugh...that...that really hurt. Your a quick one...I'll give you that."

Jaus didn't need compliments, not in a fight, he was a natural born warrior; bred and trained to be the best. Ruthless and Cunning was his nature in the wartime scenarios much like this though his external demeanor judged otherwise in the cool down times. Focused intently on nothing else the veins in his neck stood on end ready for the bitter, bloody combatant.
With part of his mind contemplating his foes position now, planted on the ground after taking a hit the man known as Jaus would smirk deviantly before his opponent's hand took position. Firmly planted in the ground he rose only to strike the flank of his knee. A cunning tactic as rather than causing demoralizing damage it moved Jaus into a position of weakness dropping his stance forward, his knee inverted and pressed onto the ground beside his planted foot.

As he was cast downward Jaus would clasp his hand around the knuckles of his right hand. In this position it poised the right elbow as a spear of sorts following the driven momentum of Jaus' descent into the boy's face as he lashed out with a kick.

*Smack*

If he didn't back off both blows would have been delivered with crippling accuracy forcing Jaus to grit his teeth at the taste of foot to his face cringing away from the slight sting it left and pushing off the left foot to stand himself putting a foot between the two with his palms raised. As he came up to stand, the right foot would drag along the ground and poise a kick to the boy's rib cage before backing off and hopping a short distance away.

[Yoshibi]

Warren grinned at the kick to his ribs. The pain drove him to rise to his feet rather quickly. Yoshibi quickly backed away, and bowed his anger gone and replaced with joy. "Thank you sir...I needed that, if you feel the need to continue to beat me go right ahead. As you see I only had a flash of anger, and it needed to be released. I never meant to harm you in any way, I simply tried to make a friend or if that was to much perhaps an ally. If you wish for me to explain it with you gather your bearings and come with me."

Yoshibi stood waiting to get stuck once more, he figured it was coming one way or another. 'Please...trust me, I have nobody else...' He thought to himself as he kicked the ground beneath him. Yoshibi closed his eyes and frowned then punched his jaw as hard as he could and stumbled then stood still after moving a few feet. "You deserve to die...Nobody would give a shit if you did..." Yoshibi muttered to himself.

Yoshibi felt something pooling in his mouth it was metallic like. He spat onto the ground and saw that it was blood, his cheek must have caught one of his teeth and torn. He regretted the fact he wanted a fight, but that had been settled, or so he wished.