"Bah!" Takatora blurted out, almost sounding like bark or growl, "He makes a friend request and then acts like I don't even exist!" The Meijin addressed everyone to give what he thought were criticisms of their performance and chosen styles of play. He then proceeded to just ignore the hell out of Takatora without so much as a shred of acknowledgement. The racoon's hand balled into fist, trembling for a long moment before he suddenly slammed that fist into the wall, producing a loud and audible thud, "Well screw you too, Meijin!" he shouted, almost hoping the bastard was still in earshot to hear him, "You giant, colossal asshole! What kind of jerk does that?"

He started to quiet down. What was once anger was now just simmering down into quiet hatred. Hatred for what, Takatora didn't know. Sure, the Meijin was a giant bag of dicks but it wasn't like he actually saw Takatora battle in the first mission. He was only interested in the Event with King. King, an even bigger douche than the Meijin as far as Takatora cared. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that these jerks were all getting under his skin or the fact that he didn't have a valid retort for their disregard. Things were so much easier when one could focus all their anger and frustration onto a single target. But in this case there was no single target to really focus on.

"I'll show that bastard. The Meijin, King... I tear them both down from their high horses. Then we'll see who's high and mighty after that." then Takatora suddenly shouted again, "You hear me, Meijin? And you, King? Don't get too comfortable on your thrones, because when I get done I'll reign over [i]both of you[/i]!" he punched the wall again, and only then did he finally respond to anything Akira said, "If you want to take that jerk's advice, then knock yourself out. As far as I'm concerned, he just became another target. I'm done here for today. I've got somewhere I need to be." and without any further warning he just vanished, his avatar dissolving into pixels as a sign that the player had logged out.

In the real world, Takatora yanked off his headset and threw it over onto his bed, "Bastard!" he hissed to himself, "Time to see a man about a Gunpla." he hurriedly packed up the Hayabusa and then bolted for the door. His destination? Sakuraba Plastic Models.