I GOT CAAARDS (Aya)

Another hit off the pen and he was really feeling it now, that buzzing sensation. Really started to feel like he was walking on air and it made the whole experience that much more bearable for him. Not like he was anxious or anything, just really fucking bored at the time. Maybe he should actually invest himself in what's going on around him; Play a few games, trade a few cards. Nothing wrong with that, kind of what everyone else was doing here. For some reason, it just didn't interest him as much as it should, was he out of touch? There was a loss of feeling, one where he felt challenged by others.

Didn't matter if it were fights, games, business deals-- No one was challenging his legacy anymore. At least, not openly, there were most likely some who spoke of him in ill tones in closed spaces. Not something he really gave much thought to in today's landscape, which lead to another question. If no one is bothering him, what progress is he truly making out here? Had the Royals been stagnant in the goal he envisi-- "FUCK! SHIT! BITCH!" And now with the verse popping off, Kimura's entire mindset shifted.

The usually contained chaos was starting to spill out as the original savior began to get lost in the music. "YEAH, IT'S SHECK WES & I'M GETTING REALLY RICH!" Shouting along to the beat wasn't unusual for this man, there were enough videos on this type of behavior exhibited by him. Busting around on his legs, rolling them forearms as he jostled his shoulders, really into his own hype. That's when he busted out that phone again, shuffling down the line as the man started to record himself again among the crowd of convention goers. This time, it'd be a little less apprehensible than the first based on his movements and choices.

This mans bumped right into a whole foray of Heralds, along with their known face of the organization. You'd think Kimura would take a second and back off since he wanted to display a vibe of non-aggression, but he was too deep into it. Quite literally bounced straight through them until a certain line in the verse was spitting, rapping along with it as he grasped one of their members by the shoulders. "WITH A! BAD BITCH! NIGGAS STRAIGHT ROCKI-" As his shout-rapping continued, he looked over to see just who he had in his grip, clear look of confusion and disgust mixed his face. Pink hair, glasses, obviously a nerdy bitch he didn't like at all.

Yeah, he was basically on top of Aya despite the hatred, having not noticed until he looked over to her. Thankfully, Kimura is a master of improvisation and made a double take from her to the camera back to her. The look of disgust never left his face, just the lyrics that were coming out of his mouth. The recording would end there, leaving out that their apparent King would just shove this lady right the fuck away from him. Let's just get one thing straight; It is ON SIGHT with her. Kimura does not need help to throw hands, even if he's really not supposed to. What would it say if two of the leaders of the largest organizations in Tokyo got into it when they literally told everyone else not to get into it.

He wasn't about to mean mug her, the shove was probably enough to understand that this was basically amazon prime. If you wanted it, he'd deliver it, but he ain't coming to you if you ain't ask. Although, at this point he may have stepped right through the threshold and needed to hand off something without looking suspicious.

Did she really think those noodle arms could push away the might that is Kimura Kyoryoku? Girl, you already got enough of a noodle problem with your fake ass spirit digimon. The man furrowed his brow as she started to express her dissatisfaction in his movements and behavior. Yeah, because he really planned on the person he bumped in to to be lil' miss bitch over here. Here's where the gears in his head start turning; Her upset expression and tone of voice was obvious. Let's blow it wide open, let's make her look bad. "I'm sorry, but who do you think you're talking to?"

Such an obvious question, but it speaks to the nature of the king's ego, believing himself to be far above Aya in all circumstances. You're comparing a first generation hero to a second generation manipulator. Isn't that the message of religion at its core, to manipulate man and take their soul from them to create a vision that is yet unattainable? To manifest a destiny that was not meant for you, but for those whose actions and thoughts were aligned with its true path? If they want to praise god so bad, they should be on their knees at this moment; Kimura is nothing short of a divine being, the reason that people can still enjoy the privilege of digital partnership.

"Yee, an' I'm under the impression that I don't give a fuck." Sweet and to the point, Kimura is about to be on his game. Completely disregard what she says and add to the pressure of his sheer existence in her presence. You could already see the followers she brought getting a bit unnerved by their meeting, seeing as both factions actually avoided each other most of the convention. Now they're leaders are face to face and there's this feeling of rising tension? Capitalize. "Look, sweetie, how about you get the holy rod out your ass and enjoy yourself? I'm jus' here, having fun, bumping my music, giving back that vibe and that energy, y'know?"

A smirk began to envelop Kimura's face, there was nothing subtle about the humor he found in his own statement, "Aw, Naw, you don't." He could talk for a while, but until she reacts, all the talk in the world meant nothing. That's why he started to shuffle forward again, not like anyone was about to stop him. No one in either posse made it hard for him to approach her again, the Heralds weren't about to touch him and find out exactly what he's about. They didn't know exactly what his feelings towards Sasaki was, but they've heard the stories of what happens when you get in his way. Every year, he was closer and closer to what he wanted, no matter who was trying to keep him down.

Now, here they are, just bare inches away from each other. Kimura towered over her with no problem, being above the average height for a man in their country. It's cute to think such a short girl could intimidate him. "Now what?" Let's see if she tries to shove him again.

Honestly, that was pretty confusing-- to whom was he talking to? You out here telling me this short headass bitch gonna start a fist fight with him? What really stops him from slam dunking her into a garbage can outside of some very thin civility? Y'know what, maybe that's exactly what he should do. Let me get my phon-- Did this girl say something back finally? It was a little hard to hear her when she wasn't using that fake 'preacher' voice. Having redirected his attention from the digimon to its tamer, just catching the tail end of that sentence. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you from up here! Speak up!"

Things were going exactly how he wanted & now he was gonna clown on her. "Y'need someone to find you a step ladder or something, shorty? Even whatever merciful creator that made you knew you weren't important enough to be the same height as everyone else," Just keep digging and twisting. Now, Kimura had nothing against short people, but creating insecurity in the opponent always caused a misstep. War through deception, changing the topic from his abrasive behavior to her own meek posture. No matter how much she wanted to talk about aggression, he wasn't responding to the notion of his actions as such.

Kimura was just being Kimura, after all. If you found it aggressive, it's a problem with your definition of the word. To his knowledge, these types of things are how people show they're friends with one another, so maybe she should be a little honored. Not that he'd ever consider her such, it wasn't worth his time to get to know her past what he already knew. Once again her partner interrupted her and began to talk about just what is and isn't kosher, with some insistence on seeing the leader with his digimon. "You'll see him soon enough, don't worry," Now that's how you make a vague threat, no explanation for why their paths will cross.

It's not like her noodle-based digital lifeform had meant any offense, or at least it didn't come across like it had. Hard to take serious considering that it's phantasm-like body gave it no definite weight. Chalk it up to an old view on the importance of physical strength in a confrontation; Something gone from the modern times. Even now, they were just at words, no one had made the first move to truly hurt the other. Yet here she was, asking to end the confrontation before it even began. Pitiful. Truly weak.

"Sounds like you don't even know what it means to enjoy yourself. It's okay, no one else is gonna touch you here-- except maybe the filthy otaku's and smelly NEETs. Consider yourself lucky anyone nearly as good looking as me is in your presence today. Sure makes those booth girls happy that they have someone attractive to pose with for once," Did you think he wasn't going to gloat about his own features today? Maybe this was enough, he'd made his own worth already known, flexing on this poor girl. She should go about and enjoy the rest of her dismal day, if she even could with Kimura just being around her.

At first, the man turned heel and took a step away before a thought came into his mind, causing him to turn right back to her. The smirk on his face from earlier had ejected itself, replaced with a stern tenseness. The corners of his mouth remained perfectly straight with his lips, eyes cast down on her as though she awaited judgement for her wrongdoings. In the matter of a couple of seconds, the king lowered his shoulders to get to eye level with her, just a blatant stare-down between the two. In a moment, words were whispered, "Ruin my fun again & see just how red of a mark I can leave on your neck."

You really want to play david to my goliath? Kimura will definitely make sure it does not end up pretty, further disgusting when you see it going viral through his multiple social media channels. He'd resume his original stature and turn right back around, the grin on his face returning without problem. "Unless that's what you're into-- filthy whore." Outside of needing to have the last word, he also needed to have the worst threat. Did you think he wasn't capable of some terribly immoral choices or something? It's been a cutthroat world for the passed couple of years; A lifestyle Kimura embodied entirely through his constant machinations that vied for power.