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Post by Souta on Oct 20, 2019 14:21:46 GMT -4
"So you admit to it, huh?" He sighs, with a hint of disgust. All the same, these cowards. The moment they get on the ground, they start pleading, as if they think any attempt to appeal to the common denominator of human decency can save their rotten smug looking faces. And when they get comfortable, they let slip of their true nature. This Kumon guy thought of his brutalization of this fellow to be like something you can remember back on a sunny day, with a nostalgic look on his face. He probably finds this to be funny. Getting invaded by a former customer, and now being interrogated by a detective, just another day in the life for this man.
He growls a bit in frustration as he strafes closer to the body, keeping his gun on John as he gets closer to the body. He maintains eye contact on him. The moment he looks down on the body, he'll just run. So he grabs the body and drags it up close as he steps back a bit. That way, he can keep an eye out on Kumon and the body, even if he'll be mainly looking down. The moment his point of view notices the legs leaving, he'll shoot. With his free arm he turns the body to see the face and-
"...What the..."
Why are there two Kumons. He glares back to John's direction.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 20, 2019 20:03:01 GMT -4
There it was... He'd risk the wound or possible sound but hoped to avoid it. But those words the moment of confusion and bewilderment. Hopefully it was enough to give him that few seconds he'd need to take advantage of. Pulling his knife from his boot and turning on a swivel of his hip. Throwing the knife at close range towards the man's chest or near the gun arm in general range. Continuing his spin as he did so in a continued motion rising from his heels and charging his foe. It was still a small gap to close so he'd have to hope he could move quick enough and not be too slow.
Should he have actually closed the gap though he'd reach out with strong and lurching hands. The fresh fleshed palms of the ID man's finger prints would reach out. One trying to quickly grab at the wrist of the hand if he was able that held the gun. While using his free hand to try and smash a forearm into the man's chest unless avoided of course. Trying to make sure the gun wouldn't face him while he'd attempt to tackle the fellow down onto his back if possible. Or at least that was his intention in his attempt. His cold eyes even if they weren't really 'his' eyes narrowing in as he moved quickly. Like a beast pouncing on it's next meal.
---- -When the man speaks, He attempts to turn and Draw/Throw the knife from his boot -Then he attempts to Charge the man, Trying to grab his gun arm if possible while slamming his other arm's forearm into the man's chest in attempt to knock him down.
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Post by Souta on Oct 20, 2019 20:18:55 GMT -4
Why were there two of them? Th-that doesn't make sense. Look at him! It's an unconscious Kumon! His arm appears to be badly hurt, some blood is visible. How can this be? Are you telling me that Kumon was just so happened to be attack by some sort of weird looking doppleganger, that someone who was chasing him...himself? What the hell is this? Th-this has to be a quirk! It's the only way to explain it; someone used their quirk to take Kumon's appearance, then either Kumon attempted to kill the impersinator...or...or the Kumon in front of him isn-
"What the...Yo-" 'Kumon' wasted no time in making his move. John pulls out his knife and throws it in the genreral area of the detective. He attempts to dodge it as it nicks his gun arm. Damn it, this was going out of his control. John rushed in and attempts to tack the man down. Gritting his teeth, the detective attempts to do something but his tackle took him out of focus; he was slammed onto the ground as the man claiming to be Kumon stared down at him. Those eyes, something about them doesn't seem right anymore. Is because the same exact ones are on that body over there? "Godda-goddamn it...Y-you're Kei Keisuke, arent you? Or whatever the h-hell you-you're calling your-yourself....what the hell are you doing here? Afraid your friend here would have talked? So you decided to throw him away yourself!?"
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Post by John Doe on Oct 20, 2019 20:50:56 GMT -4
His eyes looked down with eyes that seemed void of any real emotion. Looking down with all the Observance of someone looking over a object, or a meal. While he had the man under him he'd attempt to grab at the man's armed wrist to try and dissarm him. But rather then going towards the gun he'd attempt with with as much strength as he could muster. Try and squeeze his hand around the wrist with enough strength to crush concrete. Trying to shatter the bones if possible in the hand to hopefully cause the hand to become limp. The gun was his main worry and obstacle as far as he saw it.
"He served his purpose... His fate though is his own fault. But his part in this game is over now." He'd say in the struggle. His voice soft but with a edge of irritation within it. Struggling to try and fight his foe and hold them steady and still as one could in the such a situation.
"It's no true lose though, He wasn't my goal nor my target. He'll be little more then frozen stock by the end of this. My personal touch and work is left for those I choose." He'd say coldly with haggard and hungry breath. "I am Dantalion, A demon of many faces that shares his art, and knowledge with those chosen in intimate elegance." Snarling almost as he finished his words. One of his eyes lightly twitching as he felt anger, as well as some sadness swell within him. The sensation of humanity making him feel for what he was thinking of doing, While the rage and hunger within him only spurred him on. A bit of cool sweat building upon his brow. The sensation and taste of blood still on his tongue and what was before him giving almost sensual sensations wriggling through his body.
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Post by Souta on Oct 20, 2019 21:55:27 GMT -4
"Y-you...is that it?! You should have kept him for a bit longer, scum deserve scum such as you!" He struggles beneath his grip. This isn't good. Despite his lean figure, he's holding him down. Striking at the gut with his arm was the smart thing to do in order to restrain someone on the ground. Any harder and he would have lost his focus. He;s clearly toying with him at the moment: the hunter goes in for the prey, but he holds off from firing the bullet towards it as it lays there trapped, enjoying its tearful cries and struggles.
"Oh, so you-you're an art critic, huh?" Dantalion. The name only heard once among many other random names for the figure he was searching for. Among them were Kei Keisuke. This was the man he was looking for, searching for, desperately seeking out. All their horrible actions, whispered in the wind, barely written down. Here he was, holding him down with an nonhuman expression painted on his face. It looked unsettling, as if his face was plastered on. If this was Kumon's face, what was beneath it? What was his real face? What sort of flesh was holstered on that face. He couldn't take it. He slams his forehead towards his, hoping to head butt him.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 23, 2019 9:04:55 GMT -4
He didn't really feel much from the insults, More so only a familiar bit of humor tickling at his memory as he sometimes heard such things from victims where things had been done more intimate and personally. Some of them were true special experiences and even forms of art and emotion that could only be experienced in the ways he could give them and use them for. Making people into literal art, experience, and at times sustenance to continue the personal relationship even after their souls and shuffled off. So many reacted with such insults like this, or fear, begging, A plethora of reactions that made moments like these more of a comparison then actually taking any offense to them.
He only tightened his grip harder if possible trying to squeeze as hard as he could muster upon the man's arm. Even as the man's head rushed up at him he did little to try and avoid it. The smack being lightly jarring but his body was strong from all the times it had been regrown and remolded. The squish of flesh doing little to phase him beyond blurring his vision lightly for a few short moments. "Such anger, It's really to be expected I suppose. You weren't really chosen or cultivated like the others. You stumbled into all this as more of a obstacle then anything else. It really is a shame... I can't do as well with such materials." He'd say in light irritation as a little blood dripped down the face that wasn't truly his. His free hand attempting to moments after lunge for the man's throat to try and choke and throttle him lightly. While his other arm trying to keep the grasp on the wrist would attempt to break it if possible squeezing and twisting his own wrist to cause torque and twist.
---- -Has head smashed into and bleeds lightly -Talks a bit and attempts to Choke the man with one hand while trying to break the wrist in his other grasp.
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Post by Souta on Oct 23, 2019 10:17:50 GMT -4
"Y-you stupid ingr-ingrate, son of a bi-" He gutters out as his throat becomes more and more restricted, the hand slowly confine itself in a more familiar environment. How many times has he ever done this? To face a victim of his acting out, and without any hesitation strike them down at the throat, slowly stripping them of any air and potentially even snapping it if he could. A very simple action, held back by one's own morality and belief system. One who would consider themselves to be a good person would hardly ever do this on purpose, but this man? This man who took a headbutt with ease or at the very least took it in stride...of course not.
If he was using both hands to do the deed, he would have done that already. He was doing something far more 'creative.' The mere fact that he has two working arms, working legs, working anything is a detriment to John. As long as anything of this cop is at full capacity, he would't be able to leave without a chase or consume without a struggle. That won't do. Prey can't be left fully intact. The most simple thing to do is that simple hamper it by breaking it apart like what you do with a chicken wing. You just simply break it.
Guttural sounds emerge out of the detective as he attempts to scream out in pain, flailing his other arm as it tries to push John off, soon evolving into him weakly attempting to punch him off.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 24, 2019 7:56:54 GMT -4
He felt a bit of irritation building within himself the longer things took. It wasn't a interaction or dealing he honestly wanted to deal with nor was it as planned or special as his normal excursions truly were. This was a action of necessity and need not passion or intrigue. How could he put his heart truly in something so inorganic and unnatural at least in his way of thinking and seeing it.
But one hand could only do so much even empowered as it was trying to tighten around the wind pipe of the subdued PI beneath him. The guttural failed twisted sound this man was compared to the composed works of art John could conduct. But like so many people of the past in their trades... He'd do the best with what he had to work with.
He snarled trying to choke harder the more this one attempted to make sounds or try and resist. Resistance only met with more force in each passing moments of struggle. Straddling before long the man bellow him trying to use his own weight and might to fight against the kicking legs. Disregard for his own wounds allowing weak punches to strike home. Small bruises wouldn't matter when his body was special and would even shed the weaker shell in the later hours.
His body felt the lightly weak attacks coming his way but it only seemed to stir his rage and anger further. Like feint whispers inside his skull telling him to remove the thorn from his side. Like disposing of something useless that had become a flaw in his grand plan and turn it into something actually useful. His other hand that wasn't chocking his foe only continuing to twist as if using it to make more and more pain the coming moments. Trying to twist and contort flesh and bone to show what true numbing and awakening pain was as the games had honestly only began. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh" Was all that was said this time only ended by a small chortle and giggle. The dark grin only appearing darker in apperance when complimented by the dark ringed eyes that narrowed down on the man bellow him.
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Post by Souta on Oct 24, 2019 11:13:45 GMT -4
Every attempt to drive him off. Every attempt to push him off. Every single attempt to just hang on for a little bit longer; to be able to come out of this with no more worse to wear. It's failing. All these punches, all these shoves, all these pointless flails. There's only so much you can do with just one arm while being choked on the ground. He as well is having trouble, but the problem is that he has an uncovered neck. He isn't experiencing the 'pleasure' of slowly losing the ability to breath in and out. Even being smacked around, the poor attempts at punching barely fazed him. It just made him more...he seems like he's enjoying it.
The eyes are the most unnerving part of this. His somewhat perverse glee in this is only compounded by the unfeeling eyes plastered on his face. Just picture it: Witnessing the last waking moment of your life and its those eyes. It makes him want to grab them out of his horrible looking face and smash them until there's nothing left. He desperately tries to give him some sort of retribution: An eye for an eye, a throat for a throat. But it wouldnt matter. Even if he tried to choke him as well, the best he would do is lightly jab at it.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 29, 2019 0:02:01 GMT -4
The small jabs weren't weak, But they didn't have much special behind them as of yet. The personal experience wasn't as great as one he intended for. But then again this whole interaction, This entire venture was something of force and need not creativity or desire. That very fact made it like forcing a emotion or action that one didn't truly feel in their heart and soul. He felt the anger within him only grow at this gross miss use of his talents and forcing him out into using his skills like this. Making it more like some sort of art... more like work. Or some of something one could force so easily. It was a affront to his work.
His mind wondering briefly as he felt a blow take him off guard as he pondered to off into space as if someone angered in unpassionate work at their desk or something like a day job they felt no love for. His hand loosening from the throat briefly as he wavered in grasp. His eyes briefly squinting in momentary pain and and anger as he would briefly lose grasp. "You little pest... You are ruining what all of this is mean to be..." He'd say almost snarling under his breath as he allowed the hand prior on the man's throat to slip to the side of his face rubbing where he'd been hit.
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Post by Souta on Oct 29, 2019 0:38:01 GMT -4
All those struggles to get him off him seem to be working, somewhat. At the very least, he can breath better compared to a second earlier. If it kept going on for longer, he would have clearly passed out. But with this...he can work with this. he's still constrained but with some more oxygen in his body he can actually do something. But...the hell can he do right now? Does he have to punch harder now to get him out of it? Or can he just start kicking to get him off of him? How much upper body strength does he have in him?
He's starting to make it weird now. He starts caressing his face, as if he were a child waiting to be soothed and calmed down. As if he were petting a cattle-stock before sending them off to be killed. What kind of sick mind does this man have? To act like this? It makes him angrier to be near the same space as him. He's had enough. He grips his fist even harder, placing all of his effort and energy into this. This has to be it: The only shot he has. he'll take it.
He slams his fist towards John's face to get him off.
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Post by John Doe on Oct 31, 2019 5:29:07 GMT -4
He felt the fist collide with his face as he lost himself in observation and his mind wondering. The blow causing his body to briefly relax Causing him to fall to the side lightly but only for a moment or two. He wasn't a weak being... He'd after a few very brief moments of weakness regain his balance and send a harsh and strong backhand rearing back as he tried to re balance himself towards the man's jaw and face. He had to at least keep him angry and in the altercation. Keep em angry so they didn't think to clearly. If he could keep any of his victims scared, entranced, or in a state of anger they often didn't take the more simple opportunities to alert others or escape in a smart manner. If he was able to keep his opponent enraptured in the emotions that suited the moment best he could keep them making mistakes and hopefully avoid them calling for help of any kind.
Although the striking fist did anger him as well. Even after he attempted to back hand his opponent should it have hit or missed. He'd then have both his knuckles tighten hard into fists as he would try and continue to straddle the man. Both fists quickly tightening so hard the flesh on his knuckles briefly whitened and the sounds of several pops could be heard. Rearing his arms back unless the man avoided the blows or found a way to wriggle free. He would begin trying to throw a continuous set of right and left blows at the fellow below him. Aiming each blow and attempt towards the man's temple's and jaw. Of course as he attempted this he could now longer hold down the man's arms. Hoping he injured the man's gun arm though he'd continue all the same. Curious how much fight this one had left in him. This one definitely had more of a beast inside though then the other weaker piece of meat he'd already secured that lay not far from both of them. It was always interesting to see just how people reacted so close to the release of death. He felt a lump grow in his throat as his heart skipped a beat or two as he felt some mild interest grow in this one too. Perhaps he could find some amusement from this irritation after all. The thought bringing a mild smile to his lips as he would continue to try and strike viciously at his foe.
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Post by Souta on Oct 31, 2019 10:30:31 GMT -4
Its become a brawl. A unknown man roaming and killing whoever he desires, currently wearing a face that doesn't belong to him, wearing a plastered on mockery of what was once a regular human being. Versus a disgraced detective whose reputation fell down the drain the moment he decide to chase down this ghost of a man, roaming through japan and researching close by areas just to grab any info on him. John is barely hurt but is annoyed. He is tired and hurt but determined. While John has the edge, like hell would he allow him to win that easily.
The fists collide. Free arm doesn't exactly mean he can normally use it, but it's better than being held down and also being choked to death. if anything, this he can handle. he can handle insane brawlers, he can handle drunk people fighting without any care for their wellbeing. He can handle an insane figure losing his patience and resorting to his fists. He moves his head around to migrate the punches at his jaw while he returns them. At this point, volley after volley, the both of them would be receiving the same amount of damage. The only problem is that his arm is still sore enough, meaning this guy might actually win the fight. He continues to return blows to John's jaw, hoping for it to work.
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Post by John Doe on Nov 4, 2019 17:26:58 GMT -4
The trading of blow's caused his body to begin to grow lightly sore in several areas. He was tough and could take a beating but light bruising and aches still set in all the same. His body in some places fresh from the mild changes he'd allow to take place. Some areas that had been allowed to change highly sensitive in their freshly born status. But each time he seemed to take it in as if it was some sort of painful game. The heft of his actions not seeming to weight upon him much at all. Truly if at all. His breathing was calm but with a heft to it that seemed to hint that enjoyed his actions. It was as if he found some mild sparks of joy within the irritation of having to handle this undesired task.
"I find it amusing-" A blow briefly causing him to cough and find only a brief pause within his words. "You made things a little fun after all... It's a shame... If I knew more about you I might have actually tried to make a game of our chase." He'd say holding both fists suddenly high above his head grasping both fists in one another in a double handed solid singular object of sorts above his head. "I think I'll eat your heart first..." He'd say trying to smash his fists the bottom of both fists that were clasped together hard downward towards the man's head in a attempt to try and bludgeon him. Seeming to allow several blows to come his way along the way. But putting all his focus in hitting as hard as he could he'd lift it a second time as well in a follow up attempt of similar style. "Maybe I'll fry up your eyes as well... Detectives are supposed to have great eyes for spotting clues right?" He'd say laughing as he sent a second smash attempt shortly after laughing slightly as the bored average demeanor he once had seemed to have fully faded. As if a mask had been pulled revealing a more sinister being that had been under said mask all along.
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Post by Souta on Nov 4, 2019 21:21:49 GMT -4
Well it didn't work. Rip.
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Finally starting to wake up, the man known as Kumon's mind is trying to make itself known as to where he currently was. After being in a state of shock, some tend to be unaware of their current situation. Kumon knows that he is sore and in pain. Far more pain than normal. This isn't back pain. This is...this is far worse pain than he is used to. You don't wake up to this! You shouldn't, at the very least! Speaking of which...why can't he move? Is h-is he tied up?! The hell is going on?!
When he fully awakens to, he sees two men near him. One is beating up the other. And he's wearing his face. Th-that can't be normal, one would say if they did't see their own face being copied in front of their eyes.. The other body appears to be a cop or officer or some sort of official on the ground, beaten up and bruised. He appears to be uttering something about wanting his eyes. Is-is he gonna take his eyes out? Oh dear god, thi-this guy is...he feels some bile building up his throat.
If he were wearing a gag or not, he would attempt to scream right now. He didn't expect this to happen to him at all.
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