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Julius dropped the man upon being forced to look at the badge this woman had thrust out towards him, for all to see. His eyes scanned the polished badge and then it became clear that all of his attention was focused from the man onto the badge and the woman presenting it. He studied it for a moment before looking up at the woman, a serious look on his face.
"The fuck are you s'posed to be? A mall cop?"
Julius clearly had no idea what it meant. After all, he was from another world. He was not given specifics about anything, just told there was some demon lord he needed to murderkill. He could glean this badge was supposed to mean something to somebody, but authorities never sat right with Julius. He was, after all, a thug of some renown. Your buttocks are my hunting ground.
But, even if he did not respect her authority whatsoever, she had managed to turn his attention, if only temporarily, to her rather than the NPC he was about to beat up. And as you would expect, compared to the woman, Julius was a big guy for you. He wasn't capable of backing down from a chest-puffing competition, especially not against somebody getting between him and some other asshole. They were asking for it! Glaring back at her, it seemed like neither was going to give up. Did she really want to get in a fight with him for that's man's sake? Did she want to be some form of hero? How disgusting. This woman was absolute disgust-----
----ing?
There were no signs. It came without warning. Julius felt his lips connect with somebody else's. They were the lips of the woman he was glaring at mere seconds ago.
Contact probably did not last very long, but the sheer heart attack he nearly had at being pushed into her (he would expect somebody to hit him over the head, not push him) had made seconds feel like minutes. It was certainly not a romantic thing, at least to him. If anything, it was the exact opposite. He hated everything about this. Being kissed? This was the first time he had ever been kissed. To be acted upon was one of the things Julius tended to avoid. Kissing? That's what he did. He was the one to engage it, and being in control of the situation and himself was what he enjoyed most.
Yet... a feeling began to stir within him. His body felt a bit hot, and he wasn't used to this kind of thing.
I have to ignore it.
His conscience, somehow still existing deep within him, spoke to him and demanded that he ignore this feeling. It would do no good here, and he only had one outlet for it. And surely if he gave in here, people would attempt to cause him harm. He wasn't truly an idiot. He knew risks and where to take them. He was supposed to improve, damnit! How was he so bad at this? Was he doomed to be a bad person?
Julius took a deep breath in and turned around to face the crowd. If he looked back, he might give into that dark desire. He might do something he couldn't undo.
"Ha." he laughed in a blatantly fake way. "It's so funny I forgot to laugh."
He hoped by focusing on other things, he could forget about it. His eyes had then wandered to the woman whom he had entered the place with, and it dawned on him that he didn't even know her name. He wasn't sure if he should look at her right now, because he did not know if this fire inside him would stir. But it didn't. Well, not AS bad. He could contain it, he wouldn't lose control.
"Grimmwiess?" he repeated. "Fancy name for a bum." he teased. She never denied it earlier. Although he was in the same position. Since it was his own name he couldn't be sure, but Stiles could always sound grandeur for somebody who had not a single piece of currency to their name at the moment.
....
....
......I guess I can't hold it in.
He really tried. It seemed a lot of people here had some form of heroic intentions. Guess that made sense, given the trial they were signing up for. That being said...
Julius turned around, now facing the woman he had been forced to kiss. His desire ignited, a hot feeling burning through every part of his body, but particularly one part. Because she was smaller than him, this would be easy to do. He closed the distance between him and his target and made his move----
---Striking the man he had been holding up with a furious punch, assuming there was no reason for it not to hit.
Soon the fire in his body subsided. He began to feel better, more like himself. He had really needed to cause that man pain or he would have went nuts.