Ooc Log Agito's training
Who: Agito twofacedshark and Spitfire flameroadking
What: Agito racing with Spitfire in a desert metropolis and spitfire torturing Agito.
When: after this
Where: Desert metropolis island.
Warnings: Agito's cursing
The Flame Road King was easily gliding atop of the buildings of the random island he had found himself on. Simple steps that most would find difficult, he performed with expertise due to years of practice on his own Road back in his world. With a small smirk, he came to rest near the edge of one of the buildings, looking out over the vast ocean horizon for a familiar tiny little Shark that was meant to make his way to his little island metropolis paradise.
Agito placed his feet on the island, giving a small pet to his transport, the white shark called Squalo. Turns around, walking on the street that led to the strange and out of place desert metropolis, who knew that there was a place like that in this world.
Finding the long street, he activated his air gears, raising the speed as he advanced on the road.
Wants to yell for the coach name, but his voice was still sore, so he knew that he would have to find him.
Ah, there he was. Smirking to himself, Spitfire pushed off of the building and headed straight down the side of the building. With the speed on his side, he pushed off abruptly to glide along another building's side. Such speed with his AT's ignited a fire road behind him, easily noticed in the setting of the sun and the darkening of the skies. The abandoned city was their playground now.
He kept the flame behind him bright, crackling along the path he skated since he knew that it would be a for sure eye catcher for the Fang King.
Agito spots the other alright, stopping and turning into the other direction. Jumping to the side and ridding the building, getting higher and higher.
Jumps on a midway building, waiting for the other to reach him, not taking his eyes off the flaming figure. After all, how many times did one have to watch the Flame King in action.
“Tch, show off” he whispers, grinning.
He spotted the smaller figure getting closer to him and smirked. The Roads they rode were all unique, but in a world where you had to go along the roads how often did one have a chance to enjoy pleasures of being one with the wind? In their world they were facing their own underworld war in t he skies. The Bell had been tolled and the gathering had begun to take place, but now with two of the Kings in another world- well, they had a chance to be young again.
Pushing off one of the buildings, Spitfire curled himself and back flipped with a graceful land along one of the top of the buildings, continuing about his speed before he quickly broke, drifting to where flames echoed behind his heels. "Come out come out." He called with a grin.
Oh, was that an invitation…?
With a huge smirk, Agito again started the engine, going towards the building the other was, jumping from rooftop to rooftop at an amazing speed.
At the last building before reaching the rooftop the other was, he rode down on the wall. His hooks wander around at the wind, takes a while as he starts going in zigzags vertically, destroying two rows of windows and leaving marks of his rollerblades on the wall between them.
As the wall finishes, he jumps, performing some spins and mortals in order to land on the wall of the building that Spitfire was in.
He shows a smirk to the other, his hand rises, making a ´come here’ movement with his fingers, raising and jumping on to the next building, this time to the rooftop.
Grinning, Spitfire watched as Agito performed his acrobatics. The one thing he did have on other people was that he was smaller and more aerodynamic with his flips. But the melodic sound of the windows shattering was something that ATers knew well. Simple things couldn't handle the intensity of riding.
The come hither motion made him smirk and he pushed quickly off from the flames that wrapped around his ankles offering the bit of power to push him off. It was a race. A race that he hadn't had in a long time. Bittersweet memories while he quickly leap off the side of the building to glide diagonally along the stone. Window after window shattered behind him with crystallized pieces of glass littering behind him in a glistening road as he followed the Fang King. "So, still pissed off at the honey?" He called out with that grin still plastered on his face.
“Will never eat that shit in my life again” screams with a rough voice, even with the low tone the other had probably heard it.
Jumps to a parallel building performing a sprint, a few meters of his head was the others head, gives more movement to the hooks using the wind to destroy some of the windows of a third row.
“Missing this?” asks, his mood much better with this race. How long since he had done those crazy stuns?
The rough voice made Spitfire quirk an eyebrow. What exactly happened to get him so hoarse? Whatever, wasn't any of his business to press the matter of the Fang King's private life. Since when were they allowed something like that in their world?
Gliding along the building, The Flame Road King looked over to his younger partner and grinned. "Probably as much as you are, huh?" He said before he crouched down just that bit through still blinding speeds.
Wanting to piss off the Fang King, Spitfire hurried leaned just that bit closer to the smaller boy who was racing beside him, and in a quick movement he snagged the small figure and hurled him over his shoulder. "Since when were we able to have fun and remember the joys of taking to the air?" He asked before pushing up quick and used the flames of his wheels to glide along the atmosphere in mid air.
Follows the speed of the other, but obviously moves more to the side when the other pushed him with his body. Looks to him in a smirk. No one messed with the fang kind while ridding a wall.
He jumps also, getting closer enough of the others body in the flight for the hooks to mess with the Flame King clothes, the other stylish trousers get several cuts, same happening to the shirt.
Gives a laugh, landing on another wall and rushing even more the pace, trying to distance himself of the other.
“Yeah, you are fucking right!” his voice comes again husky, but he was getting used to it.
He smirked at the release and followed close behind him before he turned himself and let the wheels and fire take him up the side of the building. "This whole place is abandoned, too. So it's our playground." He smirked while he glided up in the air and pulled his legs in just a bit, performing a few visual stunts before he fluidly curved himself backwards and sailed back towards the buildings below.
In a moment with gravity pulling him down, he slammed on the building top and slid to a stop for the moment, continuing to watch. Man, is this what Crowboy felt every time he took off? He didn't seem so weighed down by the pressure of being a King like the other two did. So that kind of freedom to have every time he put on his ATs? Well, Spitfire was a little envious.
As he sees the other stopping, he does the same. Giving a laugh. He loved that island.
Sits on the floor resting.
“Nice playground you got here…” says.
A laugh left his lips and he plopped down beside the Fang King, dangling his legs over the edge of the building. "Yeah it is kinda nice huh? I'm residing on one of the near by Islands but damn if this place isn't made for us."
“Yeah, it’s been a fucking while since I performed stuns, since most of my works are as a hitman” looks to the sun sinking in the horizon, thinking that it almost felt like being with Ikki again.
That job, or being ordered around as a mailman. His expression shows irritation has he thinks about it, but he would never tell that to the other King.
"Think the Crowboy experiences this every time he puts on his AT's?" He asked, not really picking up on the subtle change of Agito's expression. Leaning back on his palms, Spitfire had to admit..he kind of missed the familiar people in his life. Maybe looking out over the ocean with a setting sun in an abandoned island made him realize...they were kind of alone. At least he was. "Man if he does...how jealous am I. We get wrapped up on the happenings of our own legacy that we forget this all started as a desire to reach the skies."
Looks to the other. Making a thinking expression. Was it? How did it felt? Flying with the crow… He hadn’t done that in ages… Did he remembered he even remembered how it-
No, he did.
“Yeah, it’s kind of like this.” Smiles, nostalgic “Bet that ass is making a fucking mess somewhere.” Talks in his husky voice.
He scoffed a laugh and nodded. "Sounds like crowboy." He said wistfully.
And then, enough was enough. "So what happened to make you sound so weird?" He asked with a cock of his head to look at the other King.
At the question, his face turns a million colours, completely flushed he turns his face to the side.
“Nothing!! Just fucking woke up this way!!!” grumbles.
...Was that a blush? "Oh you fucking liar!" He exclaimed with a laugh. "Spit it out already. I'm not one to judge~" Though that might of been a bit of a lie, he still wanted to know what made the Agito, not Akito, blush.
“I-it’s nothing!! I already told you that!” looks even more embarrassed as the other continues to question him, gets up “Lets fucking return to training. It’s why I am here anyway!!” continues very blushed.
Blinking, Spitfire remained quiet for a moment before he leaned his head back and laughed. "You're completely flushed. Ooh man it must of been something good to get you so red." He continued to tease. Hell, the kid was almost the colour of his hair.
Almost trips as the other proceeds the taunting. “Are we gonna fucking train or not?” growls aggressively in hope that the other stopped.
Brushing off his stylish pants, Spitfire stood up and smirked, adjusting the long black coat around him before he stood on the edge of the building. "Alright alright. Calm down there." He said to the King who was still turning various new shades of red. "To the edge of the city and back." He simply said before he dropped off of the building with flames following behind him.
Follows the other, trying to return to his normal colour as he races.
What: Agito racing with Spitfire in a desert metropolis and spitfire torturing Agito.
When: after this
Where: Desert metropolis island.
Warnings: Agito's cursing
The Flame Road King was easily gliding atop of the buildings of the random island he had found himself on. Simple steps that most would find difficult, he performed with expertise due to years of practice on his own Road back in his world. With a small smirk, he came to rest near the edge of one of the buildings, looking out over the vast ocean horizon for a familiar tiny little Shark that was meant to make his way to his little island metropolis paradise.
Agito placed his feet on the island, giving a small pet to his transport, the white shark called Squalo. Turns around, walking on the street that led to the strange and out of place desert metropolis, who knew that there was a place like that in this world.
Finding the long street, he activated his air gears, raising the speed as he advanced on the road.
Wants to yell for the coach name, but his voice was still sore, so he knew that he would have to find him.
Ah, there he was. Smirking to himself, Spitfire pushed off of the building and headed straight down the side of the building. With the speed on his side, he pushed off abruptly to glide along another building's side. Such speed with his AT's ignited a fire road behind him, easily noticed in the setting of the sun and the darkening of the skies. The abandoned city was their playground now.
He kept the flame behind him bright, crackling along the path he skated since he knew that it would be a for sure eye catcher for the Fang King.
Agito spots the other alright, stopping and turning into the other direction. Jumping to the side and ridding the building, getting higher and higher.
Jumps on a midway building, waiting for the other to reach him, not taking his eyes off the flaming figure. After all, how many times did one have to watch the Flame King in action.
“Tch, show off” he whispers, grinning.
He spotted the smaller figure getting closer to him and smirked. The Roads they rode were all unique, but in a world where you had to go along the roads how often did one have a chance to enjoy pleasures of being one with the wind? In their world they were facing their own underworld war in t he skies. The Bell had been tolled and the gathering had begun to take place, but now with two of the Kings in another world- well, they had a chance to be young again.
Pushing off one of the buildings, Spitfire curled himself and back flipped with a graceful land along one of the top of the buildings, continuing about his speed before he quickly broke, drifting to where flames echoed behind his heels. "Come out come out." He called with a grin.
Oh, was that an invitation…?
With a huge smirk, Agito again started the engine, going towards the building the other was, jumping from rooftop to rooftop at an amazing speed.
At the last building before reaching the rooftop the other was, he rode down on the wall. His hooks wander around at the wind, takes a while as he starts going in zigzags vertically, destroying two rows of windows and leaving marks of his rollerblades on the wall between them.
As the wall finishes, he jumps, performing some spins and mortals in order to land on the wall of the building that Spitfire was in.
He shows a smirk to the other, his hand rises, making a ´come here’ movement with his fingers, raising and jumping on to the next building, this time to the rooftop.
Grinning, Spitfire watched as Agito performed his acrobatics. The one thing he did have on other people was that he was smaller and more aerodynamic with his flips. But the melodic sound of the windows shattering was something that ATers knew well. Simple things couldn't handle the intensity of riding.
The come hither motion made him smirk and he pushed quickly off from the flames that wrapped around his ankles offering the bit of power to push him off. It was a race. A race that he hadn't had in a long time. Bittersweet memories while he quickly leap off the side of the building to glide diagonally along the stone. Window after window shattered behind him with crystallized pieces of glass littering behind him in a glistening road as he followed the Fang King. "So, still pissed off at the honey?" He called out with that grin still plastered on his face.
“Will never eat that shit in my life again” screams with a rough voice, even with the low tone the other had probably heard it.
Jumps to a parallel building performing a sprint, a few meters of his head was the others head, gives more movement to the hooks using the wind to destroy some of the windows of a third row.
“Missing this?” asks, his mood much better with this race. How long since he had done those crazy stuns?
The rough voice made Spitfire quirk an eyebrow. What exactly happened to get him so hoarse? Whatever, wasn't any of his business to press the matter of the Fang King's private life. Since when were they allowed something like that in their world?
Gliding along the building, The Flame Road King looked over to his younger partner and grinned. "Probably as much as you are, huh?" He said before he crouched down just that bit through still blinding speeds.
Wanting to piss off the Fang King, Spitfire hurried leaned just that bit closer to the smaller boy who was racing beside him, and in a quick movement he snagged the small figure and hurled him over his shoulder. "Since when were we able to have fun and remember the joys of taking to the air?" He asked before pushing up quick and used the flames of his wheels to glide along the atmosphere in mid air.
Follows the speed of the other, but obviously moves more to the side when the other pushed him with his body. Looks to him in a smirk. No one messed with the fang kind while ridding a wall.
He jumps also, getting closer enough of the others body in the flight for the hooks to mess with the Flame King clothes, the other stylish trousers get several cuts, same happening to the shirt.
Gives a laugh, landing on another wall and rushing even more the pace, trying to distance himself of the other.
“Yeah, you are fucking right!” his voice comes again husky, but he was getting used to it.
He smirked at the release and followed close behind him before he turned himself and let the wheels and fire take him up the side of the building. "This whole place is abandoned, too. So it's our playground." He smirked while he glided up in the air and pulled his legs in just a bit, performing a few visual stunts before he fluidly curved himself backwards and sailed back towards the buildings below.
In a moment with gravity pulling him down, he slammed on the building top and slid to a stop for the moment, continuing to watch. Man, is this what Crowboy felt every time he took off? He didn't seem so weighed down by the pressure of being a King like the other two did. So that kind of freedom to have every time he put on his ATs? Well, Spitfire was a little envious.
As he sees the other stopping, he does the same. Giving a laugh. He loved that island.
Sits on the floor resting.
“Nice playground you got here…” says.
A laugh left his lips and he plopped down beside the Fang King, dangling his legs over the edge of the building. "Yeah it is kinda nice huh? I'm residing on one of the near by Islands but damn if this place isn't made for us."
“Yeah, it’s been a fucking while since I performed stuns, since most of my works are as a hitman” looks to the sun sinking in the horizon, thinking that it almost felt like being with Ikki again.
That job, or being ordered around as a mailman. His expression shows irritation has he thinks about it, but he would never tell that to the other King.
"Think the Crowboy experiences this every time he puts on his AT's?" He asked, not really picking up on the subtle change of Agito's expression. Leaning back on his palms, Spitfire had to admit..he kind of missed the familiar people in his life. Maybe looking out over the ocean with a setting sun in an abandoned island made him realize...they were kind of alone. At least he was. "Man if he does...how jealous am I. We get wrapped up on the happenings of our own legacy that we forget this all started as a desire to reach the skies."
Looks to the other. Making a thinking expression. Was it? How did it felt? Flying with the crow… He hadn’t done that in ages… Did he remembered he even remembered how it-
No, he did.
“Yeah, it’s kind of like this.” Smiles, nostalgic “Bet that ass is making a fucking mess somewhere.” Talks in his husky voice.
He scoffed a laugh and nodded. "Sounds like crowboy." He said wistfully.
And then, enough was enough. "So what happened to make you sound so weird?" He asked with a cock of his head to look at the other King.
At the question, his face turns a million colours, completely flushed he turns his face to the side.
“Nothing!! Just fucking woke up this way!!!” grumbles.
...Was that a blush? "Oh you fucking liar!" He exclaimed with a laugh. "Spit it out already. I'm not one to judge~" Though that might of been a bit of a lie, he still wanted to know what made the Agito, not Akito, blush.
“I-it’s nothing!! I already told you that!” looks even more embarrassed as the other continues to question him, gets up “Lets fucking return to training. It’s why I am here anyway!!” continues very blushed.
Blinking, Spitfire remained quiet for a moment before he leaned his head back and laughed. "You're completely flushed. Ooh man it must of been something good to get you so red." He continued to tease. Hell, the kid was almost the colour of his hair.
Almost trips as the other proceeds the taunting. “Are we gonna fucking train or not?” growls aggressively in hope that the other stopped.
Brushing off his stylish pants, Spitfire stood up and smirked, adjusting the long black coat around him before he stood on the edge of the building. "Alright alright. Calm down there." He said to the King who was still turning various new shades of red. "To the edge of the city and back." He simply said before he dropped off of the building with flames following behind him.
Follows the other, trying to return to his normal colour as he races.