[The fingers curl tighter, pulling harder on the short hair strands. Then, loosens his grip, allowing the man to move and pull back -- but only to use it as a chance to slam the man's cheek back on the table's surface. He really is pummeling it down that he is A Bitch.]
You know nothing of me.
[He scoffs, taking a step back from the man. To be fair, Silco had hit right on the nail. Akechi was not better than any of them. He was good at playing the games with the others. Making them believe in the pristine illusion with the charming smiles, learned mannerism and knowledge he hammered into his head by staying up all nights, going through any book he could find just so that he could be prepared for any possible question. Such desperate measures, but it had paid off.
Though, once looked past the shiny cover one will see quickly what he truly is. A little piece of shit, a bastard son who's existence was nothing but a scandal. He's someone who was supposed to disappear between the cracks of the system, never to be heard or seen. And he would have. If it wasn't for his ultimate weapon: The Will of Rebellion.
It's time to let Silco see what he's really up against if he decides to cross him.
Akechi brings his left hand over his face, the palm pressing against his forehead as the ruthless red eyes looked down at the man.]
To me, Loki. [He grunts and then, a shadow covers his face like a mask and there is a vivid red aura surrounding him, swirling around his body like flames. Then a big figure manifests behind him. A body of angles covered in dazzle camouflage, inviting all eyes on him. But the more he is looked the more distorted he seems. Horns for eyes, an ugly red grin sewn to shut, silently laughing down at the mortals beneath him as he sits on top of the blade.]
If you'll do even as much as think of going against me. I will crush you. [Akechi growls, sounding animalistic as the words slip past his lips.] I'll destroy you. Tear your limbs off one by one. Carve the skull out of your head.. I'll drive you into the madness you can't begin fathom.
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You know nothing of me.
[He scoffs, taking a step back from the man. To be fair, Silco had hit right on the nail. Akechi was not better than any of them. He was good at playing the games with the others. Making them believe in the pristine illusion with the charming smiles, learned mannerism and knowledge he hammered into his head by staying up all nights, going through any book he could find just so that he could be prepared for any possible question. Such desperate measures, but it had paid off.
Though, once looked past the shiny cover one will see quickly what he truly is. A little piece of shit, a bastard son who's existence was nothing but a scandal. He's someone who was supposed to disappear between the cracks of the system, never to be heard or seen. And he would have. If it wasn't for his ultimate weapon: The Will of Rebellion.
It's time to let Silco see what he's really up against if he decides to cross him.
Akechi brings his left hand over his face, the palm pressing against his forehead as the ruthless red eyes looked down at the man.]
To me, Loki. [He grunts and then, a shadow covers his face like a mask and there is a vivid red aura surrounding him, swirling around his body like flames. Then a big figure manifests behind him. A body of angles covered in dazzle camouflage, inviting all eyes on him. But the more he is looked the more distorted he seems. Horns for eyes, an ugly red grin sewn to shut, silently laughing down at the mortals beneath him as he sits on top of the blade.]
If you'll do even as much as think of going against me. I will crush you. [Akechi growls, sounding animalistic as the words slip past his lips.] I'll destroy you. Tear your limbs off one by one. Carve the skull out of your head.. I'll drive you into the madness you can't begin fathom.