[For as much as he throws around "brat" and "kid" at Bakugo, Chobe's just as immature and petty at times. If he was told he's a softie at heart, he'd absolutely go on a murder spree just to be contrary. He honestly doesn't even have a reason to keep up this persona at the casino, but when you've been locked into a role for decades, old habits die hard.
But not as hard as these digital punching bags!!
He's gonna gleefully keep it up--it's not that he's desensitized, he just takes pride in being reeeally good at what he does. Honestly he'd say most thugs aren't worth using his power on but damn if it doesn't feel good to cut loose. He grins watching Bakugo zip up into the air--bastard can basically fly. Fucking annoying!! He kicks off the ground, leaving a slight crater as he does so, alternating between jumping and climbing between the buildings to propel his way up through the falling cubes. Once's he's to a rooftop, a bullet just barely grazes his shoulder--a sniper shot, but it still counts as a hit according to his watch.]
--sneaky bastards!
[A quick judge of position, tracking where the bullet came from and he makes quick work of the target hiding in a window, breaking him down with a vine. Some others rush him while he's distracted, and he simply grabs one by the neck, squeezing and squeezing, watching the illusion gasp for life before they shatter completely when their throat is crushed. It gives the other AIs just a BIT of hesitance.]
Heeeh. Hey, Hero! Can ya do anything with your hands without your fireworks?
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But not as hard as these digital punching bags!!
He's gonna gleefully keep it up--it's not that he's desensitized, he just takes pride in being reeeally good at what he does. Honestly he'd say most thugs aren't worth using his power on but damn if it doesn't feel good to cut loose. He grins watching Bakugo zip up into the air--bastard can basically fly. Fucking annoying!! He kicks off the ground, leaving a slight crater as he does so, alternating between jumping and climbing between the buildings to propel his way up through the falling cubes. Once's he's to a rooftop, a bullet just barely grazes his shoulder--a sniper shot, but it still counts as a hit according to his watch.]
--sneaky bastards!
[A quick judge of position, tracking where the bullet came from and he makes quick work of the target hiding in a window, breaking him down with a vine. Some others rush him while he's distracted, and he simply grabs one by the neck, squeezing and squeezing, watching the illusion gasp for life before they shatter completely when their throat is crushed. It gives the other AIs just a BIT of hesitance.]
Heeeh. Hey, Hero! Can ya do anything with your hands without your fireworks?