Heart of Chaos [Bloom/ Kon?/ Invite] Oct 24, 2018 17:20:16 GMT -6
Post by Dosu on Oct 24, 2018 17:20:16 GMT -6
Heart of Chaos
PL: 28 600
The perfect playground… At least it was until the curse befalling this city started fading away, its evil energies slowly dissipating. Remnants still lingering about created a strange duality of good and evil on the people it came in contact with, offering quite the spectacle. Still, it was no good or rather, it wasn't enough. Here, the Heran could give way to his most basics instincts, leaving destruction in his wake as some of the citizens cheered him on while others tried to get at him. Not that it did them any good though, seeing as how Dosu would clear the way of any living thing crossing his path, sending them flying in nearby buildings. No, what he wanted was the pure and unbridled chaos that was occurring earlier.
But no, it had to end. Abruptly, even. Almost as if the curse had died on its own, liberating the population of the city and sufficed to say that the idea of losing such a precious and newfound sandbox to play with angered him all the more. This time, instead of wreaking havoc under the cheers of the maddened few, it was under the screams and cries for help, something he was much more familiar with. Sooner than later, it became clear that he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. A good fight. His roar echoed in the city, yelling at everyone in his vicinity.
“Come on! Isn’t there anyone worth my time here? Where are these so-called heroes of yours, humans? SHOW YOURSELF! Entertain this old man, wouldn’t ya??”
If they were all like that dumb brat, then he could easily count on them for a good time. These saviors in shiny colors might even deign to show themselves as well. Now that was a concept that completely eluded him. Why fight for something other than your own sake? To preserve? To help? Hah, ridiculous. Life had taught him that those who claimed to act for the good of all were merely hypocrites trying to find justification for their own selfish desires. Dosu, in comparison, was honest as can be. He craved destruction, longed for pure chaos. He wanted to feel the heat of the battle, to feel the blood rush to his brain and boil until it felt like he was melting away, becoming something else. Every square inch of his body tensing up only to be washed away by a wave of pain and delight, both contrasting feelings so intimately intertwined. The thrill of being at death’s door, only to escape its grasp mere seconds before it is too late. Yes, Dosu enjoyed fighting. The chaos and destruction that came with it were simply a bonus.
The citizens were still observing him from a distance they deemed secure, waiting for something to happen. Everyone tensed up as the seconds went on, unable to predict when something was going to happen. Because, indeed, something was bound to happen. As their heroes failed to make their entrance, the Heran felt his patience running thin. In a swift movement, he lifted a hand before shooting a blast of ki, the unstable sphere of energy crackling in the air before hitting a building, destroying part of it. He took a deep breath, unable to calm down and sent a salvo of ki blasts around the city. While he was not aiming for anything in particular, most of his blasts would make contact with something in this dense urban jungle.
“Come on! ComeoncomeonCOME ON! I’m done playing the patient man here. Give me something, anything. Is that asking for too much?”
He looked around, searching for an opportunity. Five minutes. That’s how long he was willing to wait for. After that, he’ll have to get rid of his restlessness some other way.
OOC: Let's have a proper showdown, now 8D.