[The party's pretty nice, plenty of flashy lights and food. All the makings for a good time.
Unfortunately, the whole business of getting warped off to some weird alternate world full of weird monsters and other random crap? Well, it's stressful and Johnny Lawrence has exactly two ways of dealing with stress.]
Hyah! [Another heavy blow to the punching machine he'd found at the arcade sends the score running up, but he's not paying attention. Instead turning around and grabbing the beer can he's set up on a railing and slamming it back, crushing the now empty can in his fist and throwing it to the floor among several others. A little less steady now he turns around and glares at the machine before charging it with a yell and delivering a spinning kick to the bag that actually causes the machine to rock with a bang. And once again he's turning around to tear another beer free from the plastic rings.
At least he's taking out his frustrations on something inanimate... but he is making quite a mess of the place and if he keeps going harder something's liable to break.]
They're Throwing What?!
[And now it's the next day and that drunk guy from the arcade has sobered up somewhat and is now staring down a Pulsemon that he's since been paired up with, near a group of rowdy Numemon.]
Alright, you remember what we talked about, right?
Yes, sensei! [Pulsemon nods eagerly, saluting.]
You're not a pussy, right?
No, sensei! [Another sharp reply, as Pulsemon's eyes gleam with determination.]
Okay! Now get over there and KICK THOSE DOUCHEBAGS IN THE FACE!
[Another shout and Pulsemon gives a hearty battle cry and charges into the mob of Numemon. Johnny hangs back, nodding in approval at the chaos that breaks out.]
Alright, good stuff you got it--! Oh, shit... okay, that's fine just-- don't cry!
[Yeah, okay, things... things could be going better. Johnny heaves a sigh, and lets his arms drop to his sides.]
Johnny Lawrence - Cobra Kai - Please excuse the lack of icons, I'm working on it.
[The party's pretty nice, plenty of flashy lights and food. All the makings for a good time.
Unfortunately, the whole business of getting warped off to some weird alternate world full of weird monsters and other random crap? Well, it's stressful and Johnny Lawrence has exactly two ways of dealing with stress.]
Hyah! [Another heavy blow to the punching machine he'd found at the arcade sends the score running up, but he's not paying attention. Instead turning around and grabbing the beer can he's set up on a railing and slamming it back, crushing the now empty can in his fist and throwing it to the floor among several others. A little less steady now he turns around and glares at the machine before charging it with a yell and delivering a spinning kick to the bag that actually causes the machine to rock with a bang. And once again he's turning around to tear another beer free from the plastic rings.
At least he's taking out his frustrations on something inanimate... but he is making quite a mess of the place and if he keeps going harder something's liable to break.]
They're Throwing What?!
[And now it's the next day and that drunk guy from the arcade has sobered up somewhat and is now staring down a Pulsemon that he's since been paired up with, near a group of rowdy Numemon.]
Alright, you remember what we talked about, right?
Yes, sensei! [Pulsemon nods eagerly, saluting.]
You're not a pussy, right?
No, sensei! [Another sharp reply, as Pulsemon's eyes gleam with determination.]
Okay! Now get over there and KICK THOSE DOUCHEBAGS IN THE FACE!
[Another shout and Pulsemon gives a hearty battle cry and charges into the mob of Numemon. Johnny hangs back, nodding in approval at the chaos that breaks out.]
Alright, good stuff you got it--! Oh, shit... okay, that's fine just-- don't cry!
[Yeah, okay, things... things could be going better. Johnny heaves a sigh, and lets his arms drop to his sides.]
Shit.
[This is going to take some work.]