Ragdoll meets punching bag [Niso]

Niso was having one hell of a month…or was it two months by now? His sense of time was never the strongest with how he lived his life. Some days he’d be up at night, sometimes up in the day, some days he wouldn’t sleep, some days he’d skip just from sleeping. A creature of whims like he was he didn’t tend to keep track of small, inconsequential things like that unless they were actually important, like meeting someone or the like. Regardless though his life of following every want and desire he had seemed to be turning out oddly well for him. He’d left the orphanage that made his childhood a haze of pain and abuse, he’d started living a somehow much more enticing life as a homeless person, and even then, that turned into having his own home! Slaughtering goons who double crossed him lead to him earning a cozy job and a home from the employer they’d been double crossing before him, he somehow managed to sell the hardrives they wouldn’t buy to another buyer who offered him MORE work disposing of people for her, and on top of that, almost bleeding out in an alleyway and his body playing dead lead to him meeting a crazy mad scientist who was more than willing to patch up his wounds in exchange for some muscle fibre he could easily grow back! This was all great!

He should have became a psychopath much sooner.

Right now he was enjoying some fresh air on the open streets, wandering the alleyways and unused paths he used to sleep in for the past who knows how long and even smirking as he recognized a little corner up against the side of a dumpster that he cuddled up into on the cold nights, or a leaky drainage pipe down from a roof that he’d knock just right to undo a constant clog so he could have a flash-shower in the dirty drainage water. Aaaah. It was nice having a real shower now but it was still kinda interesting and fun in it’s own way how he used to make do.

Picking up an idle bit of rusty piping that had been left in one of the dirtier alleyways, the young boy began to swing it about, just following the momentum of each swing and humming pleasantly to himself as he just enjoyed moving forward, stopping only when he caught something extra interesting out of the corner of his eye. A man in costume…at least he assumed, given the mask, with a torn up arm and messed hands…actually oddly enough he seemed to have no surface wounds. That was odd.

He walked over and crouched down, watching him as he seemed to be either heavily asleep or dead. His brow lifted with some surprise…judging by the mask he was a hero…but by the way it covered his face and the way he was left for dead in an alley made him seem more like a criminal who’d been double crossed. One with either an interesting quirk, or an interesting quirk used on him. Seemed to be body focused too which the good doctor always loved to see on his operating table…

“Well, this one’s a freebie. Usually I have to kill to get a pay day out of the doc…” Just to be safe though, and as you should always do with a dead body, Niso lifted his rust, sharp edged metal pipe, and started poking and prodding the man’s purple arm till he could confirm this was, indeed, a dead body like he suspected.

Niso wondered why the sharp end of his little rod wasn't penetrating the very weak looking flesh, but his eyes eventually caught the red mark forming in his pants, his brow narrowing as he started to take it in...he gave the arm another jab and noticed the red stain started to grow bigger and much faster as it fully started to come together. This guy seemed to have messed up reaction ponts. If he poked his other arm would he bleed in his other leg? If he poked his leg would he bleed in his arm? Man this was so cooool. He was about to start poking him everywhere, and was eager to hand him over to the doctor, knowing he'd probably love a quirk like this, but regardless, it seemed they were indeed alive, and after one last poke Niso stopped, lowering his rusty metal, spiky rod and offering a detatched smile despite the fact he'd just been prodding this guy like he was a corpse in the alley.

Niso tipped his head to the side as he spoke english, quirking his brow. While, for his lifestyle, Niso was alarmingly eloquent. (though really he misused fancy words and terms half the time) he wasn't bi or multi lingual. He just sat there, crouched, quirking a brow as this corpse man spoke english, speaking in japanese himself. "Sorry, me no speak amaricano. You fancy speaking the local tongue or do I have to be assed to get a tour guide?" Despite his words he still maintained a peppy tone that created a disconnect between his tone and the words flowing from them, adding to a sense of unease anyone should get from him. "If you do speak-a the japaneasy howevs. My name's Niso and you're mr corpse man. Unless we're using fake names, in which case I'm Pinocchio, and you're still mr corpse man. HI!~"

“Aaaah, look who caught on!” Niso mockingly applauded the man as he finally seemed to realize the fact that, indeed, he was speaking the wrong language. He fell back from his own crouch and now say with raised knees and flat feet as he looked up to the face of the heavily injured villain. He seemed to be trying to communicate but was definitely not used to the language. Niso rolled his eyes and, purposely mocking him, he started to speak slow in an almost tarzan like manner, even patting his chest like an ape when he referred to himself. “Me Niso. Me chaos. Villain. Some say, eeeeeevil. But me think. Chaos. Chaos no know bad or good. Chaos always impartial…”

He then shrugged and switched casually to normal talk. “But I do kill people sometimes so I guess you could call me a villain…speaking of which-“ He didn’t poke him again, but he did point the pointy tipped rod in his direction as he gestured over him. “Liiiittle tempted to do that to you right now. I know a guy who’d pay through the nose to examine your quirk…what is it exactly? I mean, you bled from a different place to where I poked you. That’s weird…”

As Niso watched this man try to strike a bold and imposing figure before him, he remained sat on the floor, leaning back on his hands and just looking up to the rather wobbly figured villain before him. For just a moment he could hear a sense of demand, an ultimatum in his voice, but it became rapidly clear he knew he was in no position to be making demands here. Niso actually threw his head back and giggled a little. If he’d remained on the floor and pleaded, that’d be one thing, but trying to hold a sense of bravado in the face of him…well, Niso did not know what this man’s deal was, but something about that, his mask, his general candor…

“I like you.~” He chimed, working his way to his feet, throwing his wait back to his hands and literally kicking his weight into the air to land upon his feet. It wasn’t an unusual motion but something about how Niso performed it seemed more fluid than most, almost as if his body was weightless to his scrawny arms, which, given how scrawny they were, almost made his sense of self weight eerily…off. “Fine! We have a deal. I don’t kill my interesting new buddy, and he lets me know why he’s so interesting.~” He slowly lowered his head and bend his spine forward in a bow, a hand flourishing infront of his head in a flamboyant gesture before it offered itself as a handshake instead, the whole gesture a nonsensical combination of a bow and a shake on a deal that just made Niso smile to perform. “Should your quirk prove interesting, I’m sure I could even offer the location of a doctor for your nasty wounds.~”

His head slowly raised, his eyes sickeningly distant, as if staring through the other person while the sweet smile on his lips seemed as though it belonged to a separate face entirely. The cold eyes of a psychopath mingling with the almost genuine smile of a child.

Niso shook the hand of the other firmly, forgetting again how much that might hurt...or not, wherever he sent the sensation down along his body, not that Niso was actually aware that was how it worked yet...regardless, he lifted himself back up to a full stand and smiled wide as he waited for the explanation. This person certainly seemed odd and interesting and Niso was eager to see more of what he was capable of, both in his personality and in his quirk as a whole.

With the silence passing, a sensation Niso didn't really notice thanks to his more psychopathic nature, he leaned in as the words finally began to flow, his brow lifting as he clearly seemed interested in the actual explanation. "Oooooh. A kinetic quirk. Everyone seems to want one of those-" He rolled his eyes off to the side, completely aware of the trope that such quirks tended to be 3 steps too 'OP' in media, but hearing him explain how it worked he supposed his was actually fairly...'balanced' as it where. In fact he still had to take damage no matter what, guessing by the look of his body, though he had to chuckle a little as he realized.

"So...wait. I gotta assume those injuries you have happened because you took damage way too heavy to reflect right?" He scoffed a little and gestured to his hands, but then to his arm. "So the hands make sense but why did you direct damage to the arm?" He questioned, genuinely not able to follow this so easily, trying to further the explanation of his confusion as he spoke what he would have done. "I mean, I assume you diverted damage there for a reason...why not spread it over your entire body so it has less effect?" His head tilted off to the side, wondering if he'd just be told by this man his quirk didn't work like that, but, regardless of the answer-

"Well, since we're friends now-!" Recoil had made no such agreement. "I better get you to a doctor. I'll probably wanna steal some muscle tissue for his research but he'll patch you right up!" Niso grinned wide and gestured for Recoil to follow as he started to skip and bound along the alleyway. "He isn't far! I wouldn't have considered dragging your corpse off to him if he was more than a few streets away!"

(we can do a timeskip to them arriving at the doctors in your post if that feels natural)

Alfonso had been working for most of the night, studying various types of organs he'd collected, and was currently washing his hands of the blood that had unfortunately seeped through the gloves onto his hands. In absent-minded thought, he began to wonder when the next body would be dragged in by Niso, he could work with a myriad of subjects but while his incessant behaviour drove him the wrong way sometimes, the boy was reliable to bring in good subjects. However, from his keen senses, it become apparent that Alfonso could be finding an easy catch right outside his office. The rumblings of footsteps outside his door reflected the thought of a drunken moron, wandering into the wrong side of town for a 'short way back home'. Seeing as it would be easier to coax them out as they were possibly intoxicated, Alfonso popped on his sunglasses and surgical mask, and moved out the door to see the commotion.

Unfortunately, he was only half-right. It was a loud, obnoxious moron: Niso, and apparently with him was some kind of masked man, clutching his arm in one position, and bleeding profusely. Perhaps he was some kind of street ruffian Niso had roughed up, and maybe taken him to Alfonso due to his quirk. Slightly excited, he felt his brain in gear once more, and beckoned them both inside, speaking in a hushed voice: “Quickly, g-get in here.” Once they were in, he'd ask Niso what the deal was with this piping hot dish of study material.

Recoil remained silent as he walked in, as he entered the building he took it all in, a dark room with the only light from a surgical table, with a few small puddles of blood here or there and strange jars that'd only amplify his current morbid thoughts. As Niso spoke he turned his glare from his arm to the doctor before standing straight up with his arm motionlessly hanging to his side with the only movement being an occasional twitch, he held out the hand of his still working arm, the fingers of which were all purple and bent in ways they probably shouldn't be. "I'm the legendary villain Recoil, I fought the Red Horn and even managed to live to tell the tale! And I heard you might be interested in me, if you help me with my... Current situation I'd be willing to try and satisfy your curiosity to the best of my supreme capabilities." He spoke with bravado, he wanted to make himself seem a lot more confident then he was.

Truth was is that Matthew was scared shitless, which while nothing new, this was the first time in a while he'd been in actual mortal peril if he fucked up. Every other time the heroes would just beat him up and leave, but if he failed here he may be the organ slave of a limb wizard.