Artist: The Enigma - Song: Giger Effect - Word Count: 584
That was one word which could be used to describe the feelings which resonated whenever anyone brought up the word "Quincy" around this Nuclear Beast. After all, while he wasn't responsible for every single death in the war between the Shinigami and Quincy, both he and Kenpachi played a critical and major role in exterminating many Vandereich Quincy Population and general Quincy race population throughout that bloody crusade. Each of them even went as far as to crush the entity known as Yhwach himself.
So, one could assume that he would harbor nothing but animosity for the race as a whole. However, that wasn't quite accurate. While he wasn't exactly fond of them, there was a certain respect he had for those who were able to endure and survive through the odds. Hence, he took each Quincy following that war on a case by case bases. Some were deserving of his respect such as Jonathan Walker; while others could kiss the soles of his boot in the case of his disdain for Quincy "Mother" known as Nozomi.
Hence, he could assume that many of these "parental" figures of the race were nothing but agitating big-wigs whom he often had little patience for. As there was a similar feeling of distaste for the persona which was presented to him during his clash against Yhwach. And, if his senses were correct, the male that had requested his presence reeked of the same disgusting scent he encountered all those centuries ago. While Radioactive cares little for minor details, there are just some things in life you don't forget and the smell of your prey is one of them for him.
Therefore, he had already made up his mind that he was going to have to prove his worth if he requested anything grand. Henceforth, when he flew upwards towards the frigid, snowy peaks of Russia's Mount Bazardüzü; there was an aura of bitterness and antagonism felt the spiritual pressure of The Golden Haired Titan. When the seven foot eleven giant landed ten feet away from The Quincy Emperor, there was a rather stern gaze given from his lone gold eye as his brawny and scarred body tensed in anticipation for the encounter.
In fact, he didn't say anything and instead basked in the silence of the winter air as the wild winds thrashed against his loose fitted trousers; the likes of which were as black as his aversion to these Quincy "Royals". However, a long sigh would soon be heard from the male before he decided to the break tension in the atmosphere and state these words to the lone emperor: "State your business with me, boy. I'm not quite sure what you have to gain by coming to Russia, but don't expect anything for free. I can smell the blood of Yhwach within you and it makes me sick to my stomach."
With those rancid and grouchy words snarled out of the shark toothed man's mouth, he'd soon spit on the pale white snow around them and feel a nasty taste swirling around his tongue just mentioning that man's name. Between him and Nozomi, he wasn't even quite sure who he distrusted or hated more. For now, though, the boy had better make a first impression and get straight to the point. As, obviously, his patience was very thin for this meeting.