The Random Interaction Thread

@marcques_ *pats Marcques in public*

@alexander_west: She would stare at him completely dumbfounded. "So you're telling me you don't remember anything at all?" A mischievous grin would overtake her lips. She wanted to slap his hand away and argue that his rash would fester it's way onto her, but she decided against it. "Venilia, but you can call me Ven." The Queen of Mean took his hand eagerly.

@spartaca:

He'd look at her and a confused smile would break onto his face.

"Did we go to Key City High together Freshman or Sophmore year? Cause maybe that would explain it."

When she grabbed his hand he would shake it firmly twice before letting it go and glancing at her with a bemused smile on his face, that feeling he had gotten when he met Juno for the first time fired across his mind but he kept it silent.

"Nice to meet you Ven, So, where do you come from?"

@spartaca: Thanks for being so considerate :p

@damian_knight

The location was a junkyard, chosen specifically for this fight. If Jason was about to put this little runt to rest, he wanted to make sure he had an advantage as well as a place to hide the body once done. For weeks on weeks this little runt face jerk had been making fun of the ‘Awesomeness One’ and it needed to stop. With the sun rising in the distance, Jason armed himself with a few six inch blades, a crowbar for fun and his one and only trusty 9mm that he bought off Ebay. Add to that five extra clips of ammo, he was already feeling cocky, and as such did a little victory dance in his honor. But for now he rested deep in the middle of the yard, with rows upon rows of old cars stacked around him. Above rested a magnetic crane, and in the distance a glorious compacter, that gave him an erection just thinking about it. “All right kid...” he shouted while banging two rusty pipes together, “Time for an over due a$$ kicking!!”

@backstabber:

Adam awaited for sometime now, and the sound of his target finally announced itself, Pulling his laser blaster he readied it with his steady hand and popped out from behind a car. Aha, mate. Didnt expect me. Adam shouted firing a salvo of laser blast

jk

@backstabber:

Damian walked forward decked in full gear, his cape fluttering behind him, he was about to show down with this guy...again. It's like he couldn't stay away from the a$$ kickings that Damian provided.

But tonight, its gonna be different, because Damian was about to give him an a$$kicking he wouldn't forget.

So as he strode forward he cracked his knuckles as he heard Jason cry

“Time for an over due a$$ kicking!!”

"Yeah you're right."

@damian_knight:

Startled by the kids arrival, Jason took great offense in his mocking, especially after turning one of his clever quips against him! “No! What I meant was Your a$$ is gonna be kicked not mi….” But even before he finished his sentence he was so flustered he couldn’t continue. Instead he planned to let his knives do the talking for him.

With great pride he took a rudimentary fighting stance, one that implied special ops training, and grabbed hold of a knife in each hand. Still hidden behind his back, he held them there as he look for weak spots in the kids armor. As in most cases it was the kids face and as such Jason threw both his six inch blades at Damian’s throat, in the hopes of slicing the jugular and ending this fight quickly!

Either way, at this time, he felt it more than necessary to add one of his witty comebacks, one that would not only suit his attack, but insult the kid as well. So with great pride he throws the kid an evil look, one which actually makes him look like he has down syndrome, then declares, “Your Mama told me so!” not realizing how pitiful it really sounded.

@adam_grimm

@x_factor_

Adam was never a big sleeper. He had always managed to prepare for the unknown, so when it happened he was ready for it. It was what made him the soldier that he was. The last night was an oddity that he couldnt shake. Maybe it was the borrito. Maybe it was the temporal displacement that he hadnt shaken. Either way, it was an odd feeling that kept him up late during the night. Something was coming, something he didnt know what to expect and all he could do was wait. Wait and be prepared with a loaded gun and ready to shoot it.

He had hopped around city to city, Tokyo, Japan just happened to be where he had landed. He wasn't from this planet, but he had gotten used to some of the planet's greater advantages than his time as a space pirate. The historical vibrancy of an era long gone much appreciated to the warrior in Adam's heart

@agent_grimm:

It was a good day for the World's Greatest Reject. His contract kills had all been completed, the YouTube let's plays were all posted, and the dinner that he was currently sitting in had finally coughed up his favorite pancakes and all of their syrupy goodness. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he proceeded to empty out the entire bottle of gooey cough syrup onto the plate until its carrying capacity had expired, the table and soon floor dripping in with the nectar of the mortals. The deed had earned the Undying One more than just a few dirty looks and irritated hollers, but he earned nothing that had pressed him to exit the establishment. That was his reward for paying the the place in tens of thousands of dollars worth of rubies.

He scarfed down each and everyone one of the golden brown discs of delight the second that his hand had flung itself onto its crispy edges, practically sticking to his gloved fingers upon its contact. This was a moment of bliss for a long day of shooting up fools and playing Fortnite with Toxic nine year olds, it was only fair that the mutant would treat himself to a little bit of relaxation. And by the time he had finished his five foot tall stack, all he could do was think about was consuming more of his beloved treasures. He sat there as deluded as he was fantasizing about an entire vaults worth of pancakes, each and everyone of them basking in their glory as their chef would serve them to himself. It was a dream that he couldn't shake, a dream that he couldn't regret.

@x_factor_:

Tranquility had morphed into hysteria as Adam's view went from local and tourist alike strolling down the Tokyo street into swell of mania. Their was a panic that trickled down to Adam's location, the once tranquil crowd now moving like an oncoming wave straight for him. Even his Maurader Box had difficulty translating the many voices of help racing pace him.

Oni...

Foreigner....

Danger...

Each had their own cry for help but they all acted as if they had seen an actual Godzilla up close. Adam fought through the crowd as best as he could. His hand readied itself upon his pistol which rested under his jacket, preparing for the worst. In the panic Adam was able to determine where the commotion was originating. This was it, he thought. Was it the temporal anomaly that he had been sent to the timeline for?

He approached quickly, trying to avoid being located by any potential gunfire. When he had arrived at the door, he shattered it with a quick kick to reveal the source of hysteria as his gun now pointed at the target before him. Im Agent Grimm from the Time Investigation Agency. Put your hands up or I drop you where you stand.

@agent_grimm:

The pancake fueled day dream being shattered, X-Factor had awoken to horrified screams of the locals that only a moment ago filled the dinner. Looking around himself he would see the place completely dismantled, chairs had been overturned, plates had been smashed, and the walls riddled with bullet holes. A miracle that no one had been killed. It was only when he looked in confusion as the two Glock 19's in his grasp that he was able to piece together what had happened. "Those commie son's a bastards! After MY Panny Cakes! NOT ON MY WATCH BAY-BE!". He jumped out of his booth and immediately looked around for who had dared to steal his precious kiddies, coked and ready to be unleashed on the poor fool who would had found their way to the top of his "to un-alive list". The doors of the place would crash open and a gun would instantly be pointed straight for it, itching to fire on his first NPC. But it upon the words of the man that spoke, he would finally figure out who it actually was. "CABLE?! What are you doing here, buddy? No licensed characters around here, remember?"

@x_factor_:

The red hooded combatant had drawn both pistols as Adam quickly reacted and took defensive position behind the building support banisters as the fool mumbled some incoherent drivel. My name is Grimm. Adam said aloud as he matched his opponents dual wield ability with his own as he gripped another pistol from under his jacket. Im licensed to take you down.

From the interior, Adam was able to notice the bullet riddled spree this miscreant had inflicted and knew had to be taken out - temporal anomaly or not.

He turned from behind his defensive position, both guns readied with his fingers ready to press with the slightest of tension to unleash a series of counter-fire. He would run quickly to another defensive position, firing a volley of fire upon the target trying to incapacitate the target with limb contact before it got too serious.

CLACK

CLACK

CLACK

Adam's bullets fired as his training reacted almost instantly. He had hoped this fight would go quickly with his shots aimed to disable the standing assailant, but if he proved skilled enough with ability or power, his shots would still push him toward the back of the building, right toward the lone choke point in the building which was the rear exit corridor.

@agent_grimm:

Both guns followed Adam Grimm as he found himself taking cover behind one of the supports of the mid-sized establishment, the only thing keeping him from unleashing a hail storm of bullets onto his opponent being the tiny voice of reasoning within his deluded mind. He stared intently at the just barley visible communist as he went onto explain who he was and why he had sought to steal what his hard earned cash had paid for. He would shake his head in disgust upon hearing the reason for why he was after his bounty, almost wanting to throw up in turn, if not for the precious substance within his stomach that he did not want to relinquish. The High Class Hired Help would contemplate what do next, only for his opponent to skip his turn.

His perception of time would slow down in a minute fashion as he perceived his enemy coming out from his hiding spot and going out to spray himself with hate, the act triggering his finer response. The Red Devil Instantly jump to his side as he would go for a spin of 360°, his plan being to unleash 6 gun shots at his opponent while spreading out their trajectory and evading fire. If done correctly, 1-6 bullets would hit their mark and allow the mercenary to safely land onto his own two feet, with a stride of the leg sending him behind nearby table. But as fate would have it, but a single one of his counter combatant's bullets would rip straight into his arm, forcing him backwards through the air in jolt of kinetic motion, into a car that sat right in front of the exit.

@x_factor_:

The red masked opponent would reveal an unexpected response with a massive spin in the air like one would see in a Japanese anime episode. He could gather the assailant was trained and believed in his ability in his training to even contemplate attempting such a move upon Adam's attack. His cybernetic eyes registered the gun flash of X-Factor's pistols as they rang out in perfect synchronization with the turn of his body, using the quick turn of his body to speed up other turns to get in perfect firing position while also hiding his next attempt for such a daring attack. It showed an immense amount of skill in the short amount of time to recognize the amount of ability in such an attack, the best aspect was that it quickly positioned himself into a defensive position from narrowing the angle of himself 2/4ths of the time while displaying his back to accept any attack 1/4th of the time, thus him being in a defensive position the majority of the time while still being able to fire his pistols half the time.

Even with the aide of Adam's eyes registering such a maneuver, his own physical enhancements were unable to keep up with what his eyes were witnessing as his eyes were machine yet his body was not. His eyes registering the gun flash made X-Factor's bullets seem as if they were moving in slow motion while his body feeling as if they were cemented upon his feet. Adam leaned his body back with the years of instinct behind him as his cybernetic arm began to rise to shield Adam from the incoming bullets. His arm would deflect the initial shot but the X-Factor's line of fire remained steady as Adam's body did not, thus allowing a shot to graze a significant injury upon his flank. The momentum of the shot would force Adam toward the ground as he saw the remaining four bullets fire across his line of sight as Adam's body hit firmly upon the ground.

Adam was hit as he now could see his own blood splatter across the wall of the room, but the commotion caused him to loose sight of X-Factor crashing into a car. The gun fire had temporarily ceased which made Adam look to see his opponent imbedded into the vehicle. There was no time to bleed or die as Adam quickly used the floor as a point of leverage to quickly hurl himself back onto his feet, his face grimacing from the injury as he reloaded his pistol.

Ill admit it. You are pretty good. Adam would shout as he slowly approached with caution , gun ready, awaiting any other remarkable feats of shooting. He would attempt to line up X-Factor within his sight, ready to fire if his hands appeared to reach for a weapon. What is the purpose of you being here?

@agent_grimm:

Crashing through building's doors and sending them off their hinges, X-Factor would strike the side of coupe, completely destroying its own side doors and embedding his body into the damaged vehicle. Just about two dozen bones had been broken as result of the attack, small injuries that would be swiftly ignored as Genepool would work to get himself out of the car's side and onto his knees. His healing factor would make it so that any and all damaged that the attack had just given would be nullified in a matter of minutes, slightly lessening the irrational that the mutant now felt. Once out of the car, first action would be to inspect the injury in his arm that he that he had just received, playing with it before looking through it to view his approaching enemy.

Seeing that his mysterious creature was growing closer by the second, his immediate reaction was to grab his dual pistols and move in from round two. Raising both hands at his opponent, he would then realize that he had left both guns back in the restaurant after he had been so rudely ejected. Realizing that he now out of ranged weaponry outside the two throwing blades on his thighs, he reached behind himself as grabbed the katana's that sat on his back. His legs could now barely carry himself, and he would use that meager development to move in on his opponent flailing, his death sticks in a show of proficiency as went to meet his enemy halfway. "My purpose is to cut you down a size and keep my precious babies safe!"

@x_factor_:

X-Factor would arise, showing his warrior spirit as he revealed his dual blades. Oh, this guy also thinks he is a Samurai now, huh? he thought. Adam thought of ending it now, just pulling the trigger and shooting him in the head leaving nothing but a red puddle which matched his mask, but Adam was now a man of the law whose history as a galactic gladiator still resonated strongly somewhere within his older body. X-Factor's words just leeching onto the older version of his attitude though.

Babies? What in this planet are you talking about you red masked freak? Though X-Factor's words did rattle his annoyance to a colossal degree a smile stretched across Adam's face as he placed his gun away in his rear holster while then lifting his hands upward, ready for a fight.

Adam was ready, knowing X-Factor had the reach advantage with his katanas but he had also shown Adam the amount of dexterity and agility he had possessed. Adam had to get close, using his metal arm as a shield and then his sheer size to make each attack which he would land count to his advantage. Break X-Factor's reach advantage and then hopefully breaking his jaw. Im going to enjoy kickin' your a$$.

@agent_grimm:

Walking closer to his enemy, the Blood Drenched Assassin would make sure to keep his pace only fast as necessary, giving the plentiful broken bones in his body time repair themselves. He inched closer with his black slightly hunched and both swords opened outward, a menacing sight to anyone that took his actions seriously. While he had acted somewhat like a clown just a minute before, he was now deathly serious and willing to rip apart his opponent to until the point of which his entire suit would speak in a unanimous color. Getting closer by the second, he ignored his opponents questions, the time of talking having ceased and the time of true battle having come. Like the flip of a switch, his ton shifting to own of a foolish comedian, to frozen a hearted killer.

He watched his opponent intently, as the two would only be a few meters away from each other, Factor's swords glimmering like a Japanese swordsman, and Adam's fits ready like a championship boxer. In no time, he formulated a plan. His first action would be to use his opponents height to an advantage, by jumping over him slashing him across the face in front flip, rolling over afterwards and throwing his other sword straight into his back. An unorthodox attack that would keep his opponent off balance and hopefully open him for an attack. But should his sword attack be intercepted, he would let go of the blade and aim to land on his leg and knee, preforming a straight to his enemies knee with an peak human amount of force. Planning to follow with a slash to calf with the other blade.

@james_batson:

Octavia would wave her hand and create a portal leading to relatively decent tavern, full of chattering drunks and merry cheers galore. Whether or not the British oaf decided to follow was of no concern to the sorceress, her only interest was taking a seat and immediately ordering a drink: a mult. Her simply raising her hand and the familiar bartender promptly throwing it to her. “D*ck”, was her only passing statement before taking a sip.

@madam_strange:

Shrugging his shoulders in a dismissive manner the Exorcist Supreme would follow the clearly nutty woman through her portal, where they ended up was a setting similar to places James had been going since he learned what alcohol was.

Propping a seat next to Octavia he would order as well when when the bartender looked at him a crisp "Devil Springs'll do mate." And as his drink slid across the counter he would pick up his glass and nod to Octavia as he took a drink.

"Cheers."

@james_batson:

After taking a moderately long swig, the Midnight Mage simply glanced down a the counter before herself, her face making it uncertain as to whether she was amidst intense thought or raw apathy. But regardless of what it was, it was clear that she was not particularly feeling in general with all that was going on around her, not caring much for anyone or anything that was currently taking place.

@madam_strange:

Continuing to drink his glass of liquor James would tap his fingers on the table and stare and observe everything that was going on around him down to the smallest detail, his eyes would memorize every face, his brain would come up spells and counterspells to neutralize every person here all the while his outward facial features were one of a man once handsome worn down, though the facade might fall Jame's magical power rung out into the night even as Octavia sat braindead right in the seat next to him.

Knowing that he should probably spark up a conversation Jame's stubbornness won out and he remained silent still drinking.

@james_batson: Octavia simply chose to remain silent, for some time. Each second that passed feeling as though time were dripping out of a leaky faucet. Her naturally off putting presence making even the shortest of feel elongated to the point of insanity. Most men at this point would either aggressively make conversation or simply get up and leave at the moment they realized that she was a lost cause. James for whatever reason chose to remain. She wasn’t fond of him, not they she was fond of anyone, which was to say that she outright disliked him. But despite his irritating person, he managed to keep his mouth shut for a surprisingly long period of time, longe enough for Octavia to award him with some interaction. “Exorcist Supreme?”

@madam_strange:

Time crawled forward slowly and James' throat hugged the alcohol that slithered down his throat slowly destroying the organs that refused to fail. The noises of the bar kept James occupied as the silence between Octavia and James drew on like amber slowly encasing an insect. But the Master of Dark Arts didn't crack. And like he had thought initially eventually Octavia spoke.

“Exorcist Supreme?”

"Ya heard right love. Trust me, I didn't pick it out."

Octavia’s face a disinterested expression as she held her head straight forward. Not even allowing her eyes or the brows above them to indicate the slightest amount of interest in what her voice has evoked. “Oh right, by supposedly getting it from the man downstairs?” She followed her response with relatively brief sip and the accompanying sound of parting of the lips once the bottle was removed. “And people actually believe that BS?”

@madam_strange:

James' head would tilt towards her slightly and a brief huff of humor would escape his mouth.

"Yes, darlin, by the man downstairs."

Then turning his head back around he would take another sip.

"I actually count on them not believeing."

@james_batson: The words of the exorcist fell to skeptical ears. Beyond the norm of men lying to her in some naive attempt to win her respect or admiration, she didn’t but this fool actually having the wit of will to do a dance with the devil himself. But she of all people knew that looks were deceiving, and she could literally smell the demonic essence coming off of him. So for whatever reason, be it her skepticism or own amusement, she would humour him and perceived status. “OK. Show me something.”

@madam_strange:

“OK. Show me something.”

Jame's eyebrow would rise slightly and he would shrug his shoulders. "Alright then love." With a single look everyone in the bar would be frozen and James would swirl his finger on the counter before getting up and walking to an empty space the bar floor and standing.

As magic began to flow around the mage of Dark, James would breathe as the golden flame began rippling from his body. The weak and supposed frail chain-smoking drunk was gone replaced instead by a being of pure mystical power.

Tracing a sigil across his hand he would move along to the center of the room as a summoning circle began being birthed into existence. James would start hissing the incantation that would summon one of Hell's most dangerous and important demons.

In a showcasing of brilliant light and fire James and Octavia would be placed in the presence of Asmodeus, one of the Princes of Hell and the supposed Demon of Lust. The predictor of Solomon's kingdom itself. Though at first shocked to find himself in unfamiliar surroundings once he caught sight of James and Octavia his demonic eyes locked onto James with anger...

And fear...

"J-James mate! You bonker bastard why am I here, never thought you would broker in your deal so soon."

James with an annoying eye roll looked at Octavia and pointed at the demon. "Asmodeous, Octavia, Octavia this is Asmodeous, one of the seven princes of Hell, and my personal sock puppet. Isn't that right mate?"

The demon's head would nod furiously quick answering Jame's voice with aggressive passion. "For now Batson, but I s-swear I'll rip the flesh from your bones, debt or not!"

"Blah, blah, blah you dusty prat. Answer the ladies questions"

Ezra was sitting patiently and loyally outside on the roof top of a building opposite to the bar her Master was in, technically she was given the day off but she was interested in seeing what he was up to so there she was looking through the building with her see through eyes as she saw what appeared to be a localized time stop.

A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips, his ability to do that gave her some faith in being able to leave him alone for a bit but she still stayed. Her cat like curiosity got the better of her, she wanted to see and know more about him without having to directly ask.

@ezra_: Isaiah watched from the distance, watching through the camera that he placed. "That's an actual cat-person huh?"

@ing3n1us_: Unaware of a camera she shifted positions to sit on a ledge, one of her ears doing a quick but adorable twitch in reaction to some drunk slipping on his own piss in the alley below but other than that she never even bothered to turn her head away from her owners direction.

@ezra_:
Isaiah moved the drone closer, moving the feed to his personal files to post on YT later, although she seemed pretty distracted at the moment. He wondered how many views (which ultimately turned into revenue) he would get if who posted the existence of a Cat-Girl in the wild. Which was a bigger deal than some powerful mutant.

@ing3n1us_: The faint disturbance of whirling air would have been impossible to detect for any ordinary perception but Ezra possessed amazing physical senses including that of hearing.

Slowly but with a bored look on her face she shifted her head towards the direction of the disturbance, there she saw the drone observing her. Upon seeing this she got up and made a disappointed head nod before suddenly blinking to a new position several hundred meters away and in doors in what was the time frame of a literal blink of an eye.

@ezra_: She was there and then she wasn't. It's as if he had the same feed of a terribly edited paranormal video. He exited the miniature drone and materialized into the real world. He grabbed the drone and checked the video feed, to ensure that a hard copy of the video feed existed, before finally checking his surrounds to make sure he wasn't sneak attacked by a cat-girl which would make some great, but embarrassing, footage.

@ing3n1us_: From an undisclosed location Ezra would blink a distance arrow onto the rooftop, if the stranger did not leave the roof by the time the arrowhead made contact with the flooring an infinite distance would be created between him and the satellites in space.

Ezra was not tech savy but she understood certain principles, for example the electric magnetic waves used to communicate between certain technologies were light speed and that most forms of teleportation had distance limits. Her plan was to separate the individual from his teleporting options, a common bait and trap the huntress applied for people who thought they were hunting her when the fact was it was reversed.

If her attempt to create infinite distance was a success then the rooftop from the strangers perspective would have seemed to become an infinite plain where only the surface of the roof top and the sky in the air existed.

She would then blink another arrow in this stretched space, a message arrow that contained her voice, as it landed the original distance arrow would vanish away but still keep the stretched plain of existence active.

"Why are you stalking me?"

The arrow would release those words and Ezra would await a reply.

@ezra_:
He would place the hard drive into his pocket and would turn to leave when sudden a single 'woosh' went by and suddenly he was in the Infinite Room from Sponge-bob. He turned to see arrow on the ground and it spoke, asking him why he seemed to be stalking her.

"Well,ain't you a little piece of technology I want." He said as he ignored the question.He picked up the arrow examining the work of it. He then turned towards the infinite plane he was in and back toward the arrow, shoving the arrow his pocket.

He walked around the infinite room, examining the largeness thereof. He knew he was stuck, but he had his ways. "So I'm assuming you're the only one who can see me. Because ya know, light doesn't travel infinitely" He than began to remove his belt buckle. "So I'm guessing you want a show?"

@ing3n1us_: Ezra fired another arrow and it blinked to where he was again.

"Your wrong, people will still see you but slow as a snail. It's a complicated explanation on what you are experiencing, now answer my question or be stuck here forever"

the last statement about him being stuck there forever was a bluff albeit one few could call on due to not many people knowing her limits.

@ezra_:

He watched as the arrow landed again, taking it into his coat pocket. He would lay on the floor and would look up at the sky "If you knew that Ignored your question then, some way...some how. Sound is still transferring to your ears." *He looked at one of the arrows, tapping it. "Its pretty cool ya know, space-time in an arrow. It's pretty cool. Unearthly technology...magic you may call it"

He would being to draw on the roof floor with the sharpness of the arrow. He drew a butterfly and some other animals on the floor.

@ing3n1us_: Ezra fired a third message arrow only now slightly losing patience.

"Next arrow I shoot will be one meant to harm"

The voice of this arrow sounding deadly serious.

@ezra_: At this point, Isaiah covered a tiny hole with her arrows and slipped the flash drive through.If successful,he then digitized himself and instantly appear to the location of the drive. Now, insides the building, he sighed of relief. But knowing how her arrows could instantly travel, he teleported into the internet system of the building.

Now operating the cameras around the general area "Come on cat-girl...just let the footage make me money"

@ing3n1us_:His escape from the roof to down below was a success but what he may have not known is that the alteration of space was not limited to length and width but also depth. When he made the hole to slip inside the building he merely entered another layer of infinity but instead of an infinite sky above him he was in an infinite warehouse with distorted and warped miscellaneous objects.

Entering the internet system of the building was entirely possible but it was still cut off from the outside world, to him it would be like an internet page where the button to go to the next page was at the bottom but no matter what button or how fast he scrolled he would never be able to reach the bottom.

The cameras inside worked fine but the ones outside would be unable to be connected to, regardless this affect only lasted for a thirty more seconds before suddenly everything returned back to normal...infinity was gone.

Ezra on the other hand was no where near the stranger, she backstepped into another city just as the Distance Arrow's effects wore off. The Archer found it a lost cause to question him any further and she wasn't going to kill what appeared to be a child if she could avoid doing so.

Valentina sat down on a park bench, laying a deck of cards on a table. She shuffled them masterfully with one hand as she placed a “Fortune Telling - 10$” sign next to her.

@keith_helios

@gokan_bulin: "Wait!" Spectral shouts as he runs to you "I want to give you a handshake as thanks for defending the honor of my wife, please accept it" he offers his hands with seemingly sincere intent.

@gokan_bulin

Keith choose Mercury as the battle field, because it was the only suitable solid planet that didn't have life on it. Venus was out of the question, because he wasn't sure if his opponent, a power-up baby, was man enough to take the toxins. "Come On, we got all day"

@spectral__:

You've insisted this handshake way to much for me to think you're cool.

@keith_helios:

Gokan would shake his head.

"I said you have to land one blow. You're the son of a god right? So it should be easy for you. I won't be fighting until I believe you're worthy of my time."