I noticed I hadn't been filling my 'WTF?' quota lately, so ...
He'd gone right past annoyed, which was sort of a default setting for his mood anyway, so that wasn't much of an achievement.
Still, when you're on the way to visit someone who was quite possibly the last remaining living relative you have, a child, _and_ one with what you've been told were serious health-related issues, and you run into a kekkai ...
By the time he'd made his way to the hospital, he was well on the familiar way of being angry.
Barrier spells were rarely a good thing, the few times he'd come across them over the years always leading to more headaches than was considered strictly healthy.
Then again, if you were to go by what's considered strictly healthy, the redhead would be a dead man walking several times over by now.
And he'd been trying to get _away_ from that sort of thing lately. Trouncing that Ash asswipe had been more trying than he'd expected ...
Unfortunately, the few times he'd ever gone on 'vacation' hadn't turned out well at all either. Mostly in broken guitars, massive property damage, and getting accosted by lawyers for the following several weeks until he managed to instill a sense of self-preservation into those pathetic leeches again.
So he'd tried for something new, and when an old acquaintance had mentioned that apparently there was one surviving relative he didn't know about out there ... initially, it had been something said person had dug up for blackmail purposes, until they realized that sort of thing wouldn't do any good against him.
Here he was, then ... and Japan still hadn't changed much. Was that a good or a bad thing? Eh. Who cared?
Well, he'd supposed he needed to try, at least.
What he was doing was going entirely against character, though. Not working himself to near death in training? Not seeking revenge, or going on rampages, or whatnot? Actually trying out this 'emotions other than blinding rage and casual disdain' crap?
Yup.
At least, he'd been _willing_ to give it a shot and a look see.
Which was when the kekkai had come up, and wouldn't you know it, from what he was feeling it was centered on his destination.
Maybe the crappy luck was a family thing?
The barried wasn't much of a problem - it took a few minutes for him to figure out a way to get in. He didn't, whereupon he got frustrated and ripped his way into it with his usual amount of finesse. Meaning none.
Likewise, getting to the hospital hand't been much of an issue, what with the streets mostly empty ...
... which was when the damn fruit had popped up behind him, trying to do _something_. Glowing hands were rarely a good sign, in his experience.
That was about the final straw.
He could feel, clearly, and for the first time in a while, a resonance that _wasn't_ the Magatama in his ki. A bundle of emotions, predominantly concern turning into dispair, and an odd sort of innocence ...
The mask wearing fruitcake was saying something about not interfering.
He snickered. He chuckled. He laughed his trademark 'I'm psychotic, and you've just pissed me off _and_ stood in my way. What do you _think_ I'm going to do to you?' laugh.
The fruitcake was grabbed, slammed into a wall, and thrown clear up the staircase and through the closed metal door leading out onto the hospital's roof.
Then he changed, the former image fading away as the now distinctly female form twisted and touched down to land ... whereupon she was thrown back by an explosion of writhing purple flame, slammed into the tall security fence that went along the rooftop's edges,
The redhead didn't react much to the change, even as he flicked the remaining purple flickers from his hand.
They sizzled and burned through the roof's concrete surface.
He stepped out into the open, dusted off his leather jacket, and took stock of the situation.
Several brats with weapons that fairly bled off a feeling of 'power'. One of them was looking at the chick he'd just made extra crispy with the sort of expression that would have made other think he'd just been kicked square in the nads, were he a few years older. A babe with a sword that felt roughly the same way. Another masked fruitcake hiding in the wings.
None of them gave off the impression they'd just come together for afternoon tea, that much was certain.
All of them were pretty much frozen in the middle of whatever they'd been doing when he'd started making like a flamethrower.
Yeah. Power or no power, the Magatama was nasty enough that it had that sort of effect on people regardless.
Ah. There we go. Little girl in a wheelchair.
Even if he hadn't seen her pictures, he'd have known the instant he felt that ki.
"You're Yagami Hayate?"
One of the brats, the babe with the sword, and another 'presence' a way off on another rooftop tensed. The little girl nodded, hesitantly.
"I'm yer cousin Iori."
Lone Orochi and Cub
a King of Fighters/Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha
crossover/fusion
Whereupon the Book of Darkness whimpers and hides behind Hayate, because it may be 'evil', but it's nowhere near insane enough to risk getting this nutjob riled up.
*snickers*
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
He'd gone right past annoyed, which was sort of a default setting for his mood anyway, so that wasn't much of an achievement.
Still, when you're on the way to visit someone who was quite possibly the last remaining living relative you have, a child, _and_ one with what you've been told were serious health-related issues, and you run into a kekkai ...
By the time he'd made his way to the hospital, he was well on the familiar way of being angry.
Barrier spells were rarely a good thing, the few times he'd come across them over the years always leading to more headaches than was considered strictly healthy.
Then again, if you were to go by what's considered strictly healthy, the redhead would be a dead man walking several times over by now.
And he'd been trying to get _away_ from that sort of thing lately. Trouncing that Ash asswipe had been more trying than he'd expected ...
Unfortunately, the few times he'd ever gone on 'vacation' hadn't turned out well at all either. Mostly in broken guitars, massive property damage, and getting accosted by lawyers for the following several weeks until he managed to instill a sense of self-preservation into those pathetic leeches again.
So he'd tried for something new, and when an old acquaintance had mentioned that apparently there was one surviving relative he didn't know about out there ... initially, it had been something said person had dug up for blackmail purposes, until they realized that sort of thing wouldn't do any good against him.
Here he was, then ... and Japan still hadn't changed much. Was that a good or a bad thing? Eh. Who cared?
Well, he'd supposed he needed to try, at least.
What he was doing was going entirely against character, though. Not working himself to near death in training? Not seeking revenge, or going on rampages, or whatnot? Actually trying out this 'emotions other than blinding rage and casual disdain' crap?
Yup.
At least, he'd been _willing_ to give it a shot and a look see.
Which was when the kekkai had come up, and wouldn't you know it, from what he was feeling it was centered on his destination.
Maybe the crappy luck was a family thing?
The barried wasn't much of a problem - it took a few minutes for him to figure out a way to get in. He didn't, whereupon he got frustrated and ripped his way into it with his usual amount of finesse. Meaning none.
Likewise, getting to the hospital hand't been much of an issue, what with the streets mostly empty ...
... which was when the damn fruit had popped up behind him, trying to do _something_. Glowing hands were rarely a good sign, in his experience.
That was about the final straw.
He could feel, clearly, and for the first time in a while, a resonance that _wasn't_ the Magatama in his ki. A bundle of emotions, predominantly concern turning into dispair, and an odd sort of innocence ...
The mask wearing fruitcake was saying something about not interfering.
He snickered. He chuckled. He laughed his trademark 'I'm psychotic, and you've just pissed me off _and_ stood in my way. What do you _think_ I'm going to do to you?' laugh.
The fruitcake was grabbed, slammed into a wall, and thrown clear up the staircase and through the closed metal door leading out onto the hospital's roof.
Then he changed, the former image fading away as the now distinctly female form twisted and touched down to land ... whereupon she was thrown back by an explosion of writhing purple flame, slammed into the tall security fence that went along the rooftop's edges,
The redhead didn't react much to the change, even as he flicked the remaining purple flickers from his hand.
They sizzled and burned through the roof's concrete surface.
He stepped out into the open, dusted off his leather jacket, and took stock of the situation.
Several brats with weapons that fairly bled off a feeling of 'power'. One of them was looking at the chick he'd just made extra crispy with the sort of expression that would have made other think he'd just been kicked square in the nads, were he a few years older. A babe with a sword that felt roughly the same way. Another masked fruitcake hiding in the wings.
None of them gave off the impression they'd just come together for afternoon tea, that much was certain.
All of them were pretty much frozen in the middle of whatever they'd been doing when he'd started making like a flamethrower.
Yeah. Power or no power, the Magatama was nasty enough that it had that sort of effect on people regardless.
Ah. There we go. Little girl in a wheelchair.
Even if he hadn't seen her pictures, he'd have known the instant he felt that ki.
"You're Yagami Hayate?"
One of the brats, the babe with the sword, and another 'presence' a way off on another rooftop tensed. The little girl nodded, hesitantly.
"I'm yer cousin Iori."
Lone Orochi and Cub
a King of Fighters/Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha
crossover/fusion
Whereupon the Book of Darkness whimpers and hides behind Hayate, because it may be 'evil', but it's nowhere near insane enough to risk getting this nutjob riled up.
*snickers*
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm