Post by Derpy on Jun 25, 2017 21:40:20 GMT -5
Sythius' claws scraped against the fractured sidewalk. A sound similar to claws on a chalkboard slithered through his ears. The noise sliced into his head and bounced around his skull. Step. Slice. Step. Slice. Slice. With each step, it was like another copy of the same painful noise jumped into his brain. The reptile's eyelids twitched closed with every step. His eyes and the veins were bulging out of his face more and more. The longer he walked, the less he was restraining his power. That meant, he was producing louder, and more annoying sounds. The alien stopped in his (literal) tracks. He grunted in pain, and as he grunted, his ki 'pushed' out from his body into visibility. His Ki was emerald green, and slender energy tentacles whipped the air haphazardly. These tentacles were not an attack or technique, so they fizzled out before they did any damage to the surroundings.
Sythius abruptly stepped backward and tilted his head. He stared blankly at the broken sidewalk square he had been standing on. Six noticeable circles were dug into the ground. Small cracks emanated from these holes. I'm breaking the city... he thought clearly. This observation made him think of the terrorist attack on South City Central Hall the day before. He was there for the whole thing, but he wasn't nearly strong enough to protect this city. I'm a danger, and I'm not even paying back into this society! The attack proved him right, and that terrified him. The city needed people with ki to protect it, and he wasn't good enough. He had no qualms with using the disaster to suit his ambitions, but the fact that something could happen was one of the easiest ways to put pressure on him.
Sythius put his hands on his head and rubbed his temples. He put as much pressure on his head as he could, but it wasn't enough. It was painful, sure, but he had a massive stress-induced headache. He was doing whatever he thought would ease the pain he felt in his head, but it was ineffective.
He was so stuck on his own problems that he wouldn't sense anyone coming up to them.
Hiporactivo
Sythius abruptly stepped backward and tilted his head. He stared blankly at the broken sidewalk square he had been standing on. Six noticeable circles were dug into the ground. Small cracks emanated from these holes. I'm breaking the city... he thought clearly. This observation made him think of the terrorist attack on South City Central Hall the day before. He was there for the whole thing, but he wasn't nearly strong enough to protect this city. I'm a danger, and I'm not even paying back into this society! The attack proved him right, and that terrified him. The city needed people with ki to protect it, and he wasn't good enough. He had no qualms with using the disaster to suit his ambitions, but the fact that something could happen was one of the easiest ways to put pressure on him.
Sythius put his hands on his head and rubbed his temples. He put as much pressure on his head as he could, but it wasn't enough. It was painful, sure, but he had a massive stress-induced headache. He was doing whatever he thought would ease the pain he felt in his head, but it was ineffective.
He was so stuck on his own problems that he wouldn't sense anyone coming up to them.
Hiporactivo