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[howamanlives]

HEY VATHEON! I'M BACK!

Rin! Maka! Everyone else! You better have kept my room the way it was!

... Also, uh. For those'a you who don't know me, I'm Daimon Masaru, the number one banchou in Japan! I was here a while ago, but apparently I got sent back! Now I'm here again!

Man, for some reason I'm eager for a fight! Anyone wanna spar?!

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[ignisinfernale]

[ Number one banchou in Japan? Against the king of Homra, the most feared gang in Shizume city? Please. These kids need a bit of a smackdown every now and then. Sure, Suoh doesn't have his powers anymore but he's still pretty tough... bandaged up wound not withstanding. His cigarette is pulled away from his lips as he casts it aside and types out a quick reply to this hot blooded young whipper snapper. ]

The park. Ten minutes.

[howamanlives]

Heh! No problem! I'll be there!

[ignisinfernale]

[ When Masaru gets there, he'll be seeing the king on a bench, one leg over the knee of the other with a fresh cigarette between his lips. He's in his usual state of lethargy, eyes half lidded and an almost near asleep look to him with his arms draped around the back of the bench's headrest. He's got his attention upward into the sea though as a school of sardines swim by. ]

[howamanlives]

[and once Masaru gets there, he instantly hones in on his opponent. He'd like to say that it was because banchous can recognize each other's manly spirit, but in this case, it's because they're both the only ones there at the moment]

HEY! You the guy who wanted to fight?!

[audio]

[force_a_change]

Eh?

Mister Daimon?

[Hey this familiar voice actually sounds surprised!]

And then I was reminded of Kenkai Banchou...

[ignisinfernale]

[ He's still in not much of a hurry. At those words, his head turns to Masaru's direction almost uncaringly so before he gets up. He's even more lionlike now with how he looks almost like he just woke up. The king rolls his shoulders, cracking the side of his neck once before turning his attention to Masaru.

Oh good. He showed.

To begin with, Suoh was never one to pick fights outright but this time around, he has a few theories he wants to try. That and he considers the best way to regain his strength is to get his blood pumping. ]

Aa. Masaru Daimon-kun?

that's actually what he calls himself XD

[howamanlives]

[Oh, Masaru is irritated right off the bat. Acting like he's so much better, and even bored? And using that honorific? Masaru isn't gonna let that stand]

That's right! But someone like you should call someone like me "Daimon Masaru-sama!"

[audio]

[howamanlives]

Eh?! Asakura?! You came back too?!

[audio]

[force_a_change]

Mm, a bit ago though.

Where are you?

[YOU ARE HER FAVOURITE THING TO WATCH, MASARU. that is out of the "normal" humans here.]

They'll be the best friends ever, won't they?

[ignisinfernale]

[ Oh geez. You kind of remind him of Yata, actually. Hot blooded, short tempered... had he his ability to make clan members again, he might actually have considered you as one. You have the makings of a fine Homra. But back to the matter at hand. The idea of a fight is rousing him and the smallest smirk comes to him. ]

You talk too much, kid.

[ Better? This fight shall determine if the Red King uses your name, Masaru. ]

[audio]

[howamanlives]

Heading to the park! We can probably meet up later though!

[audio]

[force_a_change]

Hm, probably not. I don't live in the Villa anymore, if that's what you mean by meeting up later.

once they beat the shit out of each other

[howamanlives]

[Masaru brings up his fist and beats it into his palm]

Then I guess I'll have to start doing it with my fists!

[and then, like a bullet, he's charging at this so-called king, aiming to slam his fist into his new opponent's jaw]

[audio]

[howamanlives]

Oh, no, I meant like, anywhere. We can find a place to hang out and catch up!

[audio]

[force_a_change]

Oh, right.

[A pause.]

Ah, you could come to my new place... After your fight in the park, of course.

My little banchou: friendship is beating

[ignisinfernale]

[ That's it. That's how they used to do it back home. At this point, he kind of misses his fire but he managed to do well without it and can do so again. He takes a step back, bringing his palm up to catch that fist. That smirk is almost primal: a hunter's smirk. ]

Heh.

[ And the grip he has on Masaru's fist is used to pull him in as an attempt to slam his knee into his stomach. ]

[audio]

[howamanlives]

Hey, sure, I-

...

HOW'D YOU KNOW I WAS GOING TO A FIGHT?!

[audio]

[force_a_change]

... You asked for a fight, and it's pretty obvious that that is why you're going to the park.

I'd watch it

[howamanlives]

[Masaru is a bit quicker than that. And it seems there's a trick of his own up his sleeve, as a quick flash of energy erupts between him and his opponent, pushing his fist away from the other's hand.

A moment later, he's jumping back to try and avoid the knee to his stomach]

Dammit... I forgot to keep a lid on the digi-soul!

[audio]

[howamanlives]

Man! Are your people like, psychic?!

[the point










Masaru's head]

[audio]

[force_a_change]

Yes.

Yes I can read your mind, Mister Daimon. It's something all interfaces like myself can do.

[audio]

[howamanlives]

Wow! Amazing!

I bet that comes in handy!

[audio]

[force_a_change]

[... she giggles.]

I'm joking, Mister Daimon.

[audio]

[howamanlives]

... Oh.

Then how did you know?

[audio]

[force_a_change]

Masaru, out of all the humans I have observed?

You are the easiest to understand, that's how I knew.