[h2][center][color=a36209]JM MASON[/color][/center][/h2][hr]
[indent]Somewhere out there, there was a kid, gearing himself up for one promised to be the comeuppance of a demon that was far too flippant of his presence. He would arrive at the prearranged meeting place at the stroke of midnight, geared with a confidence born of great skill, and motivated with righteous anger. He prepared mentally for this battle, sharpening his focus to its peak, and awaited his demonic opponent.

One hour passed, then two, then five. No one appeared.

JM Mason was sound asleep in his dorm, all thoughts about the fight he had arranged with that strange boy in the food court completely forgotten. Said boy's scream of frustration far away did little to rouse the half-kapre.[hr]

The next day after classes, JM strolled leisurely towards the department store, readying himself for his next shift, when he was startled by an outraged cry from behind him. Turning around quickly, the young man at first didn't know what he was looking at, and then his confusion quickly turned to resignation and annoyance as he recognized the form of the boy from yesterday.

[color=a36209]"You have got to be fucking kiddi-"[/color]

His muted groan was interrupted by the boy's accusatory yell of: [color=aba000]"YOU!"[/color]

[color=a36209][sup]"Fucking fuck why does this happen to me, fucking shit fucker."[/sup][/color]

Palming his face, JM let loose a long-suffering sigh, and glared at the little shit standing in front of him. [color=a36209]"Alright kid, although m'pretty sure I know what you want, what the [i]fuck[/i] do you want?"[/color] He was going to be late for work, he just knew it. If this was going to be taken out of his paycheck he was [i]so[/i] going to kill this dude.

[color=aba000]"WHAT DO I WANT!?"[/color] Oh his ears, this guy was [i]loud[/i]. [color=aba000]"You said to meet you, behind the department store at [i]midnight.[/i] I waited for you for [i]five hours[/i] and you didn't show up!"[/color]

[color=a36209]"Damn, guess that explains why you look like shi-"[/color]

With a rage filled yell, JM's vision was suddenly filled with the underside of a shoe, and his head snapped to the side to avoid it. Wide eyed and on the ground after losing balance, he quickly scrambled to his feet as the boy closed the distance once more, right fist snapping towards his body.

JM reacted by curling his arm down to block it, only to be struck in the head by a left hook that he didn't see coming. The force of the blow shocked him for a moment. This kid hit hard!

The boy attempted to follow up with a kick to his sternum, but apparently overestimated how dazed JM actually was, as the half-kapre caught the blow in his arm. [color=a36209][i]"Got you now asshole!"[/i][/color] he thought triumphantly, only for the boy to twist in a way that maneuvered out of his grasp, and found him stumbling for balance. 

Going for a killing blow, he attempted to take JM's head clean off his shoulders with a kick at full force. The young man lifted his arms to defend against it, bracing himself for the blow, only to find that it never came.

The young man was fell to the ground, body rigid in an awkward, unnatural manner, a paper talisman slapped to his back. The one who did the deed stood over his frozen body, looking thoroughly dispassionate about it.

"I'll have to apologize for this young man's behavior."

JM recognized the guy too. He was a professor here, more to the point, he was one of the dudes that was there during his screening interview. It was easy to recall how he looked like: simply picture the coldest motherfucker known to man.

[color=a36209]"Kirizanto... sir."[/color] He nodded respectfully. He probably also butchered his name.

"Jhackson Mason, wasn't it? This young man was skipping on remedial lessons. He won't be bothering you again." And with that brief exchange, the young man was hoisted bodily over the professors shoulder, and carried away. As for JM himself, he stood there, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Then, with a sense of dread, looked down at his watch.

Goddamit, he was going to be late for work!
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