- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Quite open to most general genres, like fantasy (usually more urban fantasy), science fiction, slice of life, etc.
Surprisingly enough, a moderately sized black object resembling a shield would suddenly appear, protecting the leader from the bullets. This was the work of the young man's power, Dark Matter. Not to be confused with the real life dark matter, or rather, material that has yet to be captured by humans, the young man's power referred to material that did not exist until he willed it. He was almost like a god of creation in a way, as this power let the leader materialize "Dark Matter" into any shape he pleases, and is said to be able to defy the Laws of Physics.
"Y'know... this is why I suggested actual, trained and experienced soldiers, like perhaps that God's Right Seat organization. Not you damn Freshmen recruits. Can't even take care of a single guy..." He muttered grouchily, unfazed that the fact that he was almost shot at and murdered, "But I mean... I suppose I can see where Fiamma of the Right is coming from with the Freshmen being more easy and convenient in comparison. You shoulda seen how you guys pissed your pants after I beat the shit outta that Kuroyoru kid..." He laughed, placing a familiar-looking object in the pocket of his jacket, before pocketing his hands and beginning to walk towards Frank's position.
"Hey, old man. You seem pretty well trained. I was always told mages don't team up with your kind of people," he spoke, stopping a few feet away, intending to let his soldiers, apparently called the Freshmen, "But y'know, I'm at least curious. Who are you? I was gonna ask if you knew who I was, but then again, this isn't my world. How annoying... The name's Teitoku Kakine. The second strongest esper in all of Academy City. Why don't ya give up and I'll make this a peaceful, quick death?"
Physically, as mentioned before, the so-called Teitoku Kakine couldn't be much older than Rin, assuming he was even older at all. 16 at the youngest, 22 at the oldest, probably. He was somewhat scrawny and unimpressive looking, but his demeanor suggested that he knew exactly what kind of situation he was in.
From the other sides, the Freshmen soldiers began to attempt to flank Frank, slowly becoming more organized as they got used to his presence, believing they had him pinned down.
"Y'know... this is why I suggested actual, trained and experienced soldiers, like perhaps that God's Right Seat organization. Not you damn Freshmen recruits. Can't even take care of a single guy..." He muttered grouchily, unfazed that the fact that he was almost shot at and murdered, "But I mean... I suppose I can see where Fiamma of the Right is coming from with the Freshmen being more easy and convenient in comparison. You shoulda seen how you guys pissed your pants after I beat the shit outta that Kuroyoru kid..." He laughed, placing a familiar-looking object in the pocket of his jacket, before pocketing his hands and beginning to walk towards Frank's position.
"Hey, old man. You seem pretty well trained. I was always told mages don't team up with your kind of people," he spoke, stopping a few feet away, intending to let his soldiers, apparently called the Freshmen, "But y'know, I'm at least curious. Who are you? I was gonna ask if you knew who I was, but then again, this isn't my world. How annoying... The name's Teitoku Kakine. The second strongest esper in all of Academy City. Why don't ya give up and I'll make this a peaceful, quick death?"
Physically, as mentioned before, the so-called Teitoku Kakine couldn't be much older than Rin, assuming he was even older at all. 16 at the youngest, 22 at the oldest, probably. He was somewhat scrawny and unimpressive looking, but his demeanor suggested that he knew exactly what kind of situation he was in.
From the other sides, the Freshmen soldiers began to attempt to flank Frank, slowly becoming more organized as they got used to his presence, believing they had him pinned down.