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❛ The only person who will decide my path is me. NOBODY ELSE! ❜
This is a private & selective roleplay blog for Kai Hiwatari from Explosive Shoot Beyblade/Bakuten Shūto Beiburēdo by Takao Aoki. This blog derives from both manga & anime inspirations but is mainly headcanon based. This depiction of Kai Hiwatari will also follow Kai into his elder years past the ending of G Revolution & thus, this theme will have depictions of Smoking, Drinking, Coarse Language, Suggestive Dialogue, Violece and other NSFW themes. Please look to the rule page for more before deciding to follow.
Listen–not once did he tell the other to actually go through with the challenge. This is what happens when two over the top egos found a way to collide, one of them was going to end up embarrassing themselves & (as smug as it may be to call it now) Kai had a feeling it wasn’t going to be him. Not to say that the other was BRED for drinking, obviously not. However, he has had more than his few share of bottles in his lifetime. Drunken nights alone, drunken nights being dragged out by ex-team members & subsequently having to baby sit them all as he drank them all into oblivion. With twiglet mcgee over here, it might be the same thing.
Drink poured & that smug smirk downright REFUSED to leave Kai’s features. ❛ How else am I supposed to start? Mild? No one starts off mild if their goal is to have gloating rights in the end. ❜ The bottle was now situated between the two of them; his body laying back on the plush seat with one arm over the neck of it. ❛ Fire away, let’s hear what you got for me. ❜ @austerrex
were anyone else to dare speak to seto in such a way, no doubt, his fist would have LONG since gone flying into their face. ah, but he is one to make very, very, VERY rare exceptions.
“ how cute that you think yourself superior to me. dare i say, i almost feel sorry for you, but i suppose even those at the bottom of the barrel deserve to have SOME amount of pride in themselves, undeserved though it is. “
❛ You know, you really shouldn’t talk about yourself that way. That’s my job & I don’t appreciate you taking all the fun out of it. ❜ As if—so long as they had (what was to them) their healthy banter & competition, there will never be no fun to not be had. Kind of hard when the opponent is just as hell bent; Kai never got that much competition when it came to the slinging of insults. Nice to know that he can’t make everybody cry—it just means he’s gonna try harder.
❛ Even someone as irrelevant as you are worth a damn to someone. Don’t know who that might be, or if they aren’t imaginary–but someone. ❜
What a way with words. Others on the outside would probably think different; wonder when & who was going to be the first one to disclose a swing on the other. As funny as that would’ve been to ANYONE else, no such acts are to transpire. Cue the snort from the blader.
❛ Jealousy? Is that delusion I’m starting to see from you? Please, your level is as tall as the levels of anyone else I’ve come across. Unlike you, I know my place & its well above yours. ❜ @austerreX
“ oh, so the court jester has hearing issues, too? and only half a brain, if that ;; do you even know who i AM? “ unlikely, otherwise this fashion challenged loser from off the street wouldn’t be thrusting such unwarranted ANIMOSITY his way. anybody who was ANYbody knew who SETO KAIBA was, which would make this adult sized porcupine a NOBODY.
“ i’m relevant to the entire WORLD, so try not to be OFFENDED when i fail to exhibit any care towards your evident IGNORANCE. “
❛ Its not a matter of knowing who you are, its a matter of do I care. Wanna take a guess as to which one it is? ❜ Kai could care less if this guy was the pope (& he was supposed to be catholic), didn’t matter to him. In fact, he could’ve asked the other the same thing. & yet, Kai would be surprised if he knew who he was—those who worked within Hiwatari Enterprises (or owned it like he did but who’s taking names) made sure that those on the outside didn’t know who they were or what they looked like. A business that supplied the military—every single one. So long as there is war, there will be those who want to defend their country no matter the reason. Money is money–it might be blood money but his face was never attached to it.
The stigma that came with his name, while under his reign was to be eradicated; like the phoenix, from those ashes a new corporation will arise. Keeping to old tradition & losing the tyranny that governed by fear as if they were the mob no longer fit Kai’s ideals. He’ll never be like his grandfather. But, lunch was over; the napkin dabbed the side of his face. ❛ I don’t care about who people are, I care about what they can do. In the end, the ultimate goal of anyone is if the person in front of them can benefit them in any way, shape or form. Thus is the way of the world. ❜ Kai then moved to stand. ❛ Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to my hotel & get changed; I have a meeting with the man in charge of KaibaCorp—that’s….you, right? ❜
a slow clap, with an expression so straight, it could balance a needle. “ how funny ;; i ALMOST cracked a smile. i’d work on your act— really, your whole set up in general, starting with that ridiculous marker tattoo on your face. you may even be able to find an intact comb in what i presume to be your sacred belongings – the trash, you called it? ;; you’ll need it. “
Straight face, meet ice cold. Could the room support egos as big as the ones these two small bodies could sport? Probably not. The blank expression that took over the ex-blader turned businessman’s face made it seem as though Kai was looking right through the pencil; Without missing a beat, he snapped back. ❛ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were still trying to be relevant to me—-what did you say? ❜
❛ Yes. I’m a jester, how did you guess. Last time I checked, you’re the one staring at me. Why? I can’t say that I give two shits why. I noticed & I find it unnerving. So, did you want something or are you just waiting to pilfer my food from the trash can to save it in some sort of freakish memorial; I’ll spare you the embarrassment of digging through the trash. ❜ @austerrecont.