maskormenace | 003 - Text; no context theater presents

anybody ever tell u what a

buzzkill

u r?

YOU BASTARD I WILL FIND YOU YOU WONT BE LAUGHING THEN

ok ok, no need to get bent outta shape

i'll BEEhave

DIE

wow no need to get waspish

I WILL KILL YOU

it really sounds like i hurt ur feelers, bro

would u beelieve me if i said wanted 2 apollengize?

you wnna keep talking come here COME HERE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS

r we going 2 hive a good time?

become BEE-ffs?

or is it already 2 late?

r we beenemies?

CMON FIND OUT ILL SHOW YOU

suuuuuure

i'll just make a beeline for wherever u r

[...Ping. A location. Outskirts of Heropa, by a forest.

Tetsuo what are you even doing you can't even talk right now.]

[Shit.]

uh

omw

[Josuke considers not showing up, of course. It would be very easy to head to the arcade instead and enjoy himself there...except for one not-so-small detail: his pride.

He's never run from a confrontation before and he's not about to start now.

And that's why, even looking for all the word like he'd rather be anywhere else right now, Josuke shows up at the location Tetsuo sent.]

[There's a rundown building on the edge of town that's served as a pretty good place to hide and proverbially lick his wounds. Tetsuo's not in any shape to do this. Every part of him feels like it's on fire as well as starting to itch. His tongue's swollen from the wasp that got in his mouth.

All in all, he looks exactly like you'd expect for someone who got a wasp nest thrown at their back.

But the thing is, he's livid. He WANTS to tear into something and rip it to pieces and keep going until there's nothing left. He had to run from the wasps. This asshole will do.

He knows it's That Guy without even having to try brushing into his mind. No one else would come out here; there's nothing here. That's why he retreated here. And so, he doesn't even bother getting up yet. He just reaches out with his mind, expanding his field until he can feel rocks around him, concrete, dirt... person-shaped object.

Good. He's got him...

There's no warning. Jojo might not even see him. He tightens his focus down onto the person - wait, what's that, there's something about him- slamming in with vicious force, aiming to knock him backwards and away as hard and far as possible. This is making a point.

Do. Not. Screw. With him.

Or suffer the consequences.]

[Just as there is no sign of Tetsuo when Josuke first arrives, there is no warning when he attacks, either. Josuke's familiar with the feeling, though—that sensation of temporarily losing control of his own body, but instead of finding himself frozen in place this time, the threat of dismemberment and decapitation quite literally dangling in his face, he finds himself hurtled several feet from where he'd come to a stop.

The only thing preventing him from landing flat on his face is having known enough not to completely let down his guard, though even that doesn't spare his ass at all. He comes down hard on the concrete, wind driven from his lungs as his back strikes the road, tailbone smarting something fierce, vision dancing a little as his head bounces with a nasty crack...

But he'll still count his blessings. If getting thrown like he's nothing by some invisible force is any indication of the shitstorm he really could be in for, he's gotten off pretty easy so far.]

Fucking hell that hurt...

[He cradles his head in the crook of his left arm as he gets to his feet, a little stiff, a lot dusty, though not looking like he's eager to be anywhere else anymore. He just looks as pissed off and raring to go as the friend suddenly visible at his side.]

Alright, asshole! You said you wanted to go, so come on out where I can see you!

[Tetsuo's eyes widen - what. What is that.

But it doesn't come with the surprise that it would have earlier. There's people who call monsters by suicidal motions here; he's seen Personas first hand. This is freaky, but that's all it is. After all, Tetsuo could take out Ken, who called a building.

All he does instead is force himself to try to get to his feet - hell it all hurts - with an audible grunt, hands clasped firmly around his arms, head ducked low, trying to cover as much of his body as possible. He doesn't really want to be seen like this; that's why he used text. Hell, he can't talk.

All he does is loom just on the inside of an overhang, mostly covered in shadow.]

[Crazy Diamond, a hulking figure of a height with Josuke, with wide pink eyes and even bigger fists, stands next to the teen. Like him, it watches in anticipation of the next attack to come and, when the sun peeks out from behind a passing cloud, when its bright rays reveal a glimpse of Tetsuo beneath the low overhang of a nearby building, it moves like Josuke's own shadow and turns to face the other boy.]

Holy shit, what happened to your—

[Oh, right. Bees.]

—I mean, is that what this is all about? Really? You're pissed because you look like some kind of vegetable on steroids and now you're gonna take it out on everyone else?

Gotta say...I ain't too keen on letting that happen, buddy.

[Though he's also not too keen on trying to kick the ass of someone who looks like they've already been through the wringer. If he was all patched up first, however...]

[He's not keen on tak- okay, yes he is. But he's more keen on taking it out on Josuke.

Tetsuo looks like he really, really wants to say something; his mouth works, but he quickly shuts it again and glares.

No attack again, yet. Yet.]

[Well, look at that. Running off at the mouth a little didn't land him fifteen feet in the other direction! They must be making progress.]

What, no threats? [Bee got your tongue? That's what Josuke wants to say, and boy, does he really wanna say it! But he doesn't. Instead, he starts toward Tetsuo. Cautious and slow. No sudden movements.] I guess your mouth does look pretty swollen...

You know, I can help if you let me.

[Trust isn't something Tetsuo does, especially not when he's already been stung before, so to speak. 'If' is the right word, usually prefaced by 'As'. And letting someone he's already threatened try to 'help' him would take a lot of trust.

For a moment, he focuses. He knows how to do this..he's done this before. Focus, reach out with his mind, try to find another mind out there... Tetsuo can't really explain how he knows who he's looking for. People have a distinct feel. And this guy's right there. The second he's sure he's got a tentative feel for the guy's brain, he resorts to telepathy to say what his mouth can't manage. As loud as metaphysically possible, at that.

It hurts to use, but who cares. Everything hurts anyway. It always does.]

< LIKE HELL! >

[If Josuke gets within fifteen feet he's going to find himself thrown yet again. He doesn't get to get close. He's just here to give Tetsuo a target, and that's all he's good for right now.]

[That booming voice inside his skull comes as quite the shock, halting Josuke in his tracks and causing the teen's hands to clamp against his ears before he realizes he's not actually hearing Tetsuo. What he's hearing is a lot like the thoughts he picks up from reptiles, instead...only far more agitated.

Ordinarily that would be a clear indicator that he should back off, but with someone else's voice asphyxiating all reason, retreating is the last thing on Josuke's mind. And so is biting his tongue.]

HEY BASTARD! NO NEED TO FUCKING SCREAM!

[Seriously. He'd really rather if his own thoughts weren't drowned out by someone he didn't even invite into his head in the first place! But since there's no escaping it, since he has no mental blocks of his own to throw up, he'll throw out the first words to snap to the forefront of his mind...]

I get it, I get it! You wanna be a glory hole for stingers, BEE my guest!

003 - Text; no context theater presents

text; happy to serve

text;

text;

text;

text; save yourself, tetsuo. hang up.

text; you hang up he's not gonna surrender

text; jojos don't know how to quit

text; tetsuos don't either. we could be here a while

text; i've got all the time in the world

text; picking fights covered in wasp stings nbd

text; tetsuo what are your life choices

text; flawless clearly flawless

text; action

action; mature choices by mature people

action; the maturest

action;

action;

action;

action;

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