[It's honestly just not fair. Akira has him beat in every department, from swimming, to running, and probably even to go as far as to say the mental area, too. Which is so sad. Alexa play the Devilman OST.
Ryuji's fighting for his life, here, having just become an inspirational old worldly philosopher, parting some of the deep knowledge just straight on Akira's head, and here he was, completely defloofed of any composure or semblance of ascetic self control. But he's a dumb blond at best, and soon after, he's paddling his way through the water at Akira.
This is so, so much better than anything else that's been going on in the past few weeks, so he can't be really, truly perturbed by anything other than his now wavy hair encroaching into his eyeballs. Stupid hair. He needs to cut away the blond, but he's so sentimentally attached to it that he doesn't want to go back to being dull. Which is... kind of missing the point. No matter what Ryuji looks like, it's very unlikely that he'll ever fade in the background.
Either way, he's got a plan of counterattack laid out. It's underwater, so the presence of a mask on his face probably won't cause too much a stir, right? He dives below, going down as deep as possible, allowing the skull to be summoned on his face and a small blurbing sound of GOD'S HAND! bubbles upward, the water becomes cloudy as shit due to Seiten-Taisei's oddly aetheric presence, and.
Man, his persona is probably fed up as shit with Ryuji at this point. Or, well, he is the demon monkey trickster god, maybe he kind of likes this stuff? He's never actually had a conversation with him, he's just there when he needs him, and aside from the existential crisis bullshit that comes along with having a persona to begin with, he's not sure how therapy sessions with Sun Wukong would actually go--
Which is neither here nor there, as he propels downward, hits the floor, and shoves off upward. Because it's time to kancho with all the force of a great typhoon. His most divine offensive ability and here he is. Trying to gun his way up a dude's ass.]
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Ryuji's fighting for his life, here, having just become an inspirational old worldly philosopher, parting some of the deep knowledge just straight on Akira's head, and here he was, completely defloofed of any composure or semblance of ascetic self control. But he's a dumb blond at best, and soon after, he's paddling his way through the water at Akira.
This is so, so much better than anything else that's been going on in the past few weeks, so he can't be really, truly perturbed by anything other than his now wavy hair encroaching into his eyeballs. Stupid hair. He needs to cut away the blond, but he's so sentimentally attached to it that he doesn't want to go back to being dull. Which is... kind of missing the point. No matter what Ryuji looks like, it's very unlikely that he'll ever fade in the background.
Either way, he's got a plan of counterattack laid out. It's underwater, so the presence of a mask on his face probably won't cause too much a stir, right? He dives below, going down as deep as possible, allowing the skull to be summoned on his face and a small blurbing sound of GOD'S HAND! bubbles upward, the water becomes cloudy as shit due to Seiten-Taisei's oddly aetheric presence, and.
Man, his persona is probably fed up as shit with Ryuji at this point. Or, well, he is the demon monkey trickster god, maybe he kind of likes this stuff? He's never actually had a conversation with him, he's just there when he needs him, and aside from the existential crisis bullshit that comes along with having a persona to begin with, he's not sure how therapy sessions with Sun Wukong would actually go--
Which is neither here nor there, as he propels downward, hits the floor, and shoves off upward. Because it's time to kancho with all the force of a great typhoon. His most divine offensive ability and here he is. Trying to gun his way up a dude's ass.]