Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29739190-20170211134406/@comment-26892768-20170218031109

Den-O ignores Morrigan for now, and stares at Neon blankly, recounting every single time he'd killed an Imagin and the world being made better because of it. He starts to clear his throat, only to find himself interrupted this time instead of being the interuptee.

By a snap.

Almost immediately, hip-hop music starts playing out of nowhere, and an entourage of breakdancers surround Neon and company and start dancing, pushing them out of the crossfire and towards a man with long hair with a purple streak, headphones, a brown hat, and purple eyes. The man waves at Den-O.

 "Hey, Momo!" The man greets.

 "...I never thought I'd say this, but good job, Brat." If one could see Den-O's face, they would see he was smirking.

''"Catch the wave! ONE TWO THREE FOUR! In your hands!" ''the song goes. The man Ryutaros possessed grins.

"Mind if I dance with you? Can't hear ya!"

Den-O turns to Morrigan. "Now then, let me show you how a real man fights..."

He disassembles the hand-axe and boomerang and somehow rearranges the pieces into a sword.

''"Go, go, GO!" '' He charges.