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[h2][color=darkorange]Gin Yoshiyaki[/color][/h2]
[h3]DDD Hotsprings[/h3]
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[@hot spring boyos][@Paradox Witch]
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Gin smiled proudly as he had managed to rally everyone to his cause. Immense stores of coolness surged through his body as he seemed more imposing than before. Indeed, to lead such a large group of heroes filled Gin with so much cool power, it was almost overwhelming. He wasn't too far from reaching maximum levels of cool. If Chiron were here, Gin was sure his sensei would be proud of what he has accomplished...

When the Lyaeus arrived, however, Gin's smile had began to falter.

[color=darkorange]"Donnie... it's you?"[/color]

Before he awaited a reply, however, the air within the hot springs began to grow rather heavy. The Lyaeus casting its mental interference into the spring had begun to drive everyone within mad, as if regressing them to their more primal nature. Another began to shift the world around the springs as Gin felt a feeling of separation from the world. And another was doing... something worth noting. Ah, at least another one of Chiron's students- Gin wouldn't dare call himself this man's peer just yet- was taking care of that.

Still, however, the madness being cast on the inhabitants of the spring would prevent everyone whose minds aren't as steeled as Lancer from acting at all, at best. At worst, it would result in... something unpleasant, probably. Gin felt it, as well, a sort of pressure forcing him to rave like a crazed beast. Of course, acting without control, with reckless abandon, was something Gin wasn't too keen on; to him, the idea sounded very lame. 

And when it comes to things as lame as this, there was only one thing Gin could do. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, a single phrase seethed from the Yakuza boss's teeth, one that one of this spring's occupants was very familiar with.

[color=darkorange]"[i]R-rule sixteen... [b]s-struggle.[/b][/i]"[/color]

And so Gin began to struggle, wrestling over the control of his own mind. This mental interference was great, but his own presence was even greater. The only thing keeping him from going mad is the idea that he was [i]cooler[/i] than this regression. Gin began to force himself to be at his coolest possible as a means of fighting off this madness. Of course, that meant that he needed to strike an imposing stance. This meant he needed to do one of the coolest things he could, at the moment; Gin needed to flex.

Flexing with all his might, Gin growled with much intensity. The very idea of him fighting back against this maddening spell out of pure willpower, alone, was pretty damn cool, cool enough to empower him even further. The seams of his sleeves began to slowly pop off as his coat struggled to contain Gin's continuously growing physique. His muscles were filled with Gin's latent power, with his own coolness, which was too much to contain. With a mighty war cry, the Gang-star flexed as hard as he could ever imagine, his massive arms popping out from the prison that was his coat sleeves, giving him a much cooler appearance, further empowering the mob boss. Biceps, triceps, deltoids, all exploding outward, glistening with the sweat attained from this man's own struggles. If anything, Gin made it look like he wasn't even struggling at all, as if it were second nature...

... and it's all because it was part of his training.

Taking a deep breath, Gin began to shout an order to all his bespectacled allies. It was a simple one, but it still carried the weight of a Yakuza boss's command.

[h3][center][color=darkorange]"CHILL OUT!"[/color][/center][/h3]