[center][h2][color=a36209]JM MASON[/color][/h2][i]Market District - Food Court[/i]
[@Sho Minazuki][/center][hr]
"Does this kid think he's living in a fucking anime? Thinks he's some defender of justice type shit?" though Mason incredulously. He's picked fights with total strangers, and total strangers have picked fights with him, but the reasons had always been petty - flirting with his girl, looking at me funny, you smell like shit - never something like this.

JM could feel it all right - this kids' one of those self-righteous types. The ones' on their high-horses, who've got some self-appointed mission to fix the world or some other bullshit. Fuck those guys, the pricks. Those types always had it out for him, though admittedly this was the first time it was because he was a 'demon'.

When the kid settled into a martial arts and ki began to flow around him, JM took no notice - he was completely new to this world, and not particularly adept at its finer details. The prowess on display flew over his head as he simply accepted such a thing as 'normal' in this world, mistaking the boys' skill for something commonplace. As such he was not affected or impressed.

[color=aba000]"Tch. When's your shift end? I need to see why this school would let demons of all things enroll."[/color]

Looked like the dude was afraid of starting a fight in a crowded area, fucking pussy. If he didn't want to start a fight just because there'd be witnesses, he shouldn't have bothered with all the fucking posturing. Besides...

[color=a36209]"You wanna fight? Fine bitch, I'll give you one,"[/color] he growled out menacingly. [color=a36209]"Meet me behind the department store, midnight. If you're serious about this, you'd better not run out."[/color] With a snort, he dismissed the kid, and paid him no further notice. Setting up a time and place to fight was throwback and a half, he had to admit. He used to do that all the time, two years back, and it inevitably ended up with either him curb-stomping any fucker stupid enough to accept the challenge, or getting jumped by multiple assholes who decided that fighting fair was for losers, who would end up being stomped into the ground all the same.

All this was irrelevant, however, because he had no intention of actually showing up.