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Post by Niso Konto on Oct 16, 2019 17:07:01 GMT -4
Niso was an odd little string bean. A lifetime of living through a haze of pain could do that to a person. it was almos like he was born, and woke up almost 16 years later with a bunch of bruises and aches, a handful of knowledge relevant to the life he should have lead...but with a fresh take on the world he shouldn't rightly have for someone who'd lived so long. He experienced pain differently from others. It ached, it hurt, he never liked it...but it made him laugh. The nerves in his body had just naturally adjusted to make it so, and when nothing could kill him that he'd seen...well.
Suffice to say, what dosn't kill you makes you stronger, and he put himself through a lot of shit.
On the other hand though. a sense of immortality could do a lot to how a person acts. When someone is convinced they can't be killed it leaves a mark on their behaviour. Consequences lose a lot of their weight and in Niso's terms that meant he treated his body like a tool. Breaking it. Snapping it. Distorting it. It didn't matter so long as he achieved his desire for the moment. With this odd little gathering of villains going on, his current goal was to have fun in his own, odd little way...and he was certainly making a tool out of his body for that.
"Step right up! Step right-GACH!"
Niso hit the groud hard as a scale coated fist slammed into the side of his head, his body rolling along the ground before staggering back up to his feet in one oddly staggered yet somehow...fluid movement, as if he was able to center his gravity and be knocked off balance all in the same act, righting his jaw with the aid of his hands and bursting out into a series of chuckles as the sound of a crowd of raucous criminals sounded out around him, his bruises already starting to form, and then rapidly fade again as he set himself right. "Oof! Get your money's worth there pal!?~"
The lizard like criminal hissed with some pride and punched a seeming friend of his in the arm. "See! I told you I hit harder than you! I dislocated his jaw!"
"Aw come on I broke his nose that's way harder!"
As the two glared eachother down, trying to compete as to which of the marks they'd left, however brief, was the more severe, Niso rested a hand in his pocket, feeling the wads of cash he'd earned from each of them as they took turns using him like a mark of who could genuinely do the most damage to another living thing.
A weighted tap rested on his shoulder, and the relatively small boy turned his head slowly about his shoulders, looking up like...what was honestly a man that looked like mt everest personified. White crusty stone topping his shoulders and head, while the rest of him was a mix of harsh greys and greens cascading down his body.
"Me go."
Niso held a moment of pause, as if genuinely considering if this was a good idea or not...but he slowly just smiled, and held out his hand. "That'll be 50 thousand yen.~"
A loud CRACK sounded through the establishment as a child sized projectile flew threw the room moments later, a pillars width halved as this little runt of a quirker was embedded in it's frame work, coughing up a mouth full of rubble, seeming to a miss a few teeth and lightly bleeding from the mouth...but just chuckling, louder and louder as the damage rested in him.
"3 ribs.. both arms...fractured hip bone...6 teeth..." He coughed a little more heavily. "Nope...7...and a punctured lung...niiiiiice work...~"
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 16, 2019 18:55:08 GMT -4
It was a quiet night in Shinagawa, just the way Goro preferred it. With how many other villains were roaming the streets, it was rare for him to even get a moment’s silence, let alone a night that was almost completely uneventful. He’d come prepared for trouble, carrying both his regular knife and the plasma one still on the fritz, but they’d seen no use at all. There'd also been no auctions that day, which meant he still had a ton of borrowed cash from the Underground left over. So, when the telltale crack of someone’s jaw breaking echoed down the street, it immediately drew his attention. Turning to face the source, he noticed the giant crowd that had congregated near one of the many open warehouses along the way, and froze. They were cheering, applauding, and seemingly taking it in turns beating on something… or someone.
Had an overconfident hero or vigilante run afoul of a gang? No, no, as he got a little closer he couldn’t hear any jeers or threats, nothing that would suggest such. Nor did he hear anything suggesting a mugging, so it wasn’t some random civilian. What the hell was going on?
He drew closer, and could just about make out a voice coming from the very middle, asking for payment, and he could just barely make out the money being placed in the man’s hand, before another loud crack burst through the crowd and made Goro wince. That’d been the one who just got paid, from what he could hear. But, for once, this seemed a situation where his echolocation wouldn’t cut it.
Goro pushed his way through the crowd, prompting a couple complaints and moans for him to ‘wait his turn’. “You idiots, I just want a better view-” Goro spat, as he finally made it all the way to the front. Indeed, he could just about hear how full the man’s pockets were with cash already; the faint metallic jingle of coins and paper rubbing together was unmistakable. And, it seemed the man, lying in a heap halfway through a pillar, was grading the attack, taking joy in how much he’d been hurt. So, was that what they were paying to do? Was this man offering some sort of prize for someone who could beat him in a fight, or what?
“Excuse me,” Goro called over to him, “What exactly is going on here?”
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Oct 16, 2019 19:38:59 GMT -4
OH WHATS THAT SOUND? IT SOUNDS LIKE SOME GUY FUCKING GETTING HIS JAW DISLOCATED FROM GETTING PUNCHED.
It's been a nice few days of paid vacay. She deserved a break. Like, one genuine honest vacation among her fellow peers and-pffffffaaaaahahahahahahahahhahahahahahHHOH GOD, AS IF. Who the hell are these people?! She just came here in this get up to goof around and get some of that pent up stress in the office out in the open! Tons of people were coming here, and apparently according to some underground chat there's a big thing later down the line, so she just had to spend her week here! Sure, its a bit bad to have her quirk fully active, but thats why she has this hoodie and surgery mask! It takes a long while to wash out those stains on her costume, so this will do.
...But gaaaaaaaah, its so boring right now. No real loud noises, no bright lights to irate her red-tinted quirk given vision. She didn't even feel like doing her usual habit of choking and dragging random pedestrians. It's just a damn quite night tonight...wait... hold on a bit. There's something off. Sure it's quiet and all, but there's a thing happening in the distance. It sounds like some people talking about random shit. Like...well um...hmmm.
The sound that is emerging from that very spot is...iiiiiiiis....uuuuuuuh...it's a lot of cheering, naming calling, loud thuds, laughter, yelling. If she were to go there, she would be overloaded with a lot of stimuli drilling into her earlobes...WELL NOW SHE HAS TO GO THERE. SHE HAS TO FIND OUT WHATS CAUSING THIS HUGE AMOUNT OF SOUND AND SHIT!
She slowly creeps up on the open warehouse, grinning beneath her surgery mask and letting some weak acid leak beneath it. Just in case, ya know. Sure it still stings but she has to keep appearances up. Her red eyed grey-skinned with pulsating indigo veined weird disheveled homeless appearance. One of the classics, ya know. With each step, she wonders what exactly is occurring within that open warehouse. Is there like a brawl? Is there some mini auction? Are we beating the shit out of the hosts of that one tv variety show her coworker keeps blabbering on about? God she wishes it was that. But it sadly wasn't. Instead it's something else: beating up a little kid.
OH NOW SHE HAS TO GET IN THIS SHIT.
Some winged pair of classes is calling out to the open about what is going on here. She just slowly creeps up on him, and smacks him on the shoulder, with slight acid staining whatever he's wearing. Not much to fully hurt him though, she's not heartless. She's waiting to do that to the kid herself. 'YEAH! I WANNA KNOW TOO." She moves closer, bumping into other other as she glares in front of her, looking at the pile of flesh, enjoying himself as well. Ah right, it's that kid. She never got the money from him. She bumps into a bigger person, who expectedly gets angry. Angry enough to grab her arm, as if he wanted to prove he was hot shit. She just looks at him and pats the arm with her hand, slowly dripping acid on him as he lets go, yelling. "HEYA, BOOKWORM. BEEN A BIT. WHATS THIS ABOUT? IS THIS LIKE WHAT YOU DO FOR YOUR FREE TIME?" She lowers her surgery mask as she grins at him , standing among the rest of the crowd wanting to beat his shit in. Once he answers and she gets a moment to herself, she might join in the fun. She can't wait.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Oct 16, 2019 20:13:36 GMT -4
| We don't need enemies Best friends are all I can take |
Before she'd been allowed to leave, Byeol-Su was given a set of rules. She wasn't a child but she wasn't the best in crowds, either, due to how weak her body was. She wasn't as easily infected with diseases anymore, but the truth that she could still be hurt far worse without a host loomed over her. He'd try to be close by to wherever she wandered, and she had the money to "buy" a host if need be, but she'd begged to be let out without one to start with. It hadn't been a nice conversation. And yet, either because she'd proven the world was no less cruel to her with a host than it was without it, or because she, somehow, had somehow made actual friends in this world of illegals and murderers...he'd relented. She was let out, alone.
It was so exhilarating! Even with how dull and dark these streets were, she found so much excitement slinking around the alleys and blending in with the cool, wet pavement. The gleam of her slimy skin matched the misty air, and she was careful not to disturb any trash bins or stray cats as she wandered. So far nobody had noticed her. She saw a few people walking too and fro; faces recognizable from their mug shots or police surveillance footage, or simply those whose aura screamed "bad guy". She was less obvious than they were but no more innocent. Still, she couldn't imagine talking to them. She was small and soft and looked like a child, much as she hated to admit it. Why would any criminal bother to talk to someone like her without...unfortunate reasons. She was fine observing for now...
...or, well, she would have been fine with that, until she saw a crowd and a familiar set of large, fluffy bat wings peeking out over some of the shorter member's of the crowd. Byeol-Su stopped in her place on the opposite street, hands raised to cup her mouth as an excited little squeal barely was muffled by them. Yay! People she could talk to! Ooh, what was Rogue here to buy? Who was in the midst of the crowd? There was a loud voice in there of a woman but from this distance she couldn't make anything out.
Slinking up closer, clay skin scraping over wet concrete, she spotted the core of the crowd--or so she assumed--parked at the base of a broken stone support pillar, not looking so good. Byeol-Su tilted her head at the crowd, the boy, and back again, utterly confused. The boy looked like he was seriously hurt, but not like he was upset by it. He wasn't even crying.
What was he doing then?
Doesn't he feel pain?
Using her slight frame to her advantage she slid between one of the bodies on the edge of the crowd and the door to the warehouse, and slipped inside where the light was even worse than it was on the street. Rogue's eyes would come in handy now, or her Friend's...she squinted toward the front, where she could have sworn she saw the outline of his wings even in the darkness, but she wasn't sure. She still approached and blindly reached out to grab what she thought was Goro's lowered arm, gently on the wrist.
She accidentally grabbed Libra's instead, but she couldn't see very well, nor did she even know whom the person was. "Rogue! Hello! I not see well in the dark, what is happening?? What did the boy do to get that beat up?"
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Post by Niso Konto on Oct 17, 2019 9:42:25 GMT -4
Niso wrenched himself, slowly, from the crater of his own impact, one of his eyes not able to look straight as it seemed the optic nerve had come a little severed in his head. See, while Niso's ability to rearange his own body to minimize fatal damage and repair it with ease left him with a really good ability to put himself through some of the worse shit, he actually came off very frail in other areas. Crap like this absolutely seemed to wreck him, but ultimately the damage was such a...
Minor inconveniance in the end.
Least, that's what his brain said, as it tried to repair itself. Like a puppette being dragged from the floor by it's strings Niso rose from the impact in a slightly unusual manner, his joints popping out of place, and then right back in to re-set themselves in more comfortable positions, his muscles dragging him to a stand as if his actual bones didn't seem to be a part of the equation, and add that together meant he was clearly not bound to the limits of his joints in the slightest. He popped his neck in either direction with an idle groan as he finally turned his eyes towards the familiar voice that caught his attention...the yelling one.
"Oooooh. Heeeey. Acid girl." He gave the girl a loose thumbs up, still not sure if he liked or loathed her yet. For one she was definitely on his side of chaos, acting on murderous whims from the moment he met her, but in the case of putting up with her...he could do without the yelling. Least, he assumed she was always yelling. The narrator kept seeing her talk in all caps. He clearned some rubble out of his ear and flicked it away, his eye finally setting itself right and breathing easier by the second as a rib was pulled from his lung and set back into place by the surrounding muscle fibres. "Where'd bookworm come from?" he'd idly ask, knocking the side of his head, two teeth popping out of his gums and re-forming a full smile.
He'd drift his gaze off into the crowd, spotting someone who...no. Didn't seem familiar but something was...clicking. It was like seeing someone cosplay a character from a written book. You'd never actually seen an image before but the words were sticking into place on reality...ah well. Whoever it was they were asking what was going on, and Niso just held up a finger to stop them. "One second." He fished his cash out of his pocket, wads full of paper money and coins. He shoved as much of it into his mouth as he could...which was all of it given he could dislocate his jaw, and continued to hold a finger up until he managed to swallow the lot of it, a thick lump flowing down his front, rapidly reducing his own stomache acid so his stomache basically started acting like a slightly moist internal pouch to keep his money safe. There were a few grossed out noises and even a laughing 'Holy shit this kids a freak I love it!' from the crowd before Niso spoke again.
"What we're-" He hiccuped, and a coin fell out. He patted his chest and tried again. "What we're doing is everyone is paying for the pleasure to punch me. Some people are just letting off stress but I think it's sorta turned into a competition to see who can do the most damage..." He rubbed his hands together as the new potential customer showed up. "Want a turn?~ 50'000 yen for a full blow, but if you pay 150'000 I let you go ham on me for half a minute.~"
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Post by John Doe on Oct 18, 2019 17:50:58 GMT -4
It was a bit of a interesting show to say the least. One that much like only a side show attraction could do for one of his intrigue caught John's eye. A modern face mask covering his mouth like one to hide germs. His eyes with dark rings of exhaustion and lack of sleep seeming forever imprinted upon his face. The color in his eyes a brown dark gaze as he couldn't help but crack a small smile under his mask. Licking his lips lightly at the intriguing display before him as person after person seemed to be quite enthused to thrash and bash upon the stringy boy before them. It was one way to make money he supposed... He didn't really stand out much from the crowd with the mask and his long green coat with the hood raised. He tended to blend into most crowds. His average looks and expression a boon to someone that didn't often want to be seen or bothered until he was ready for such interactions. He tried to watch curiously though trying to figure out... just what was going on here. The boy had to have some power or if not truly a death wish. Either way he felt the urge to watch and see just what the show would provide. Given just how messy things were... Well maybe opportunity could present itself as well. The scent of blood in the air only furthering to make his curious nature tantalized that much more. " Certainly there's some trick to it? Or are you actually trying to get them to kill you? I've seen people desperate for money before and you don't really give off that vibe." He'd say in a calm questioning tone. If no one was looking directly at him it'd be hard to even know if it was him or someone else who said it. Although he didn't really try to hide to much in the current moment. His curiosity and mild fascination simply got the better of him in the current moment. Standing a bit off to the side with some other observers not as close to the others as others were at present.
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Post by Goro Utari on Oct 24, 2019 12:15:32 GMT -4
God fucking damn it, he’d been so distracted by everything else that was going on that he’d completely missed the freak sneaking up on him. Christ, what the fuck had she just put on his shoulder? Spit? Blood? W-wait… she seemed familiar. Something about her unique brand of obnoxious was reminiscent of that awful stain on the villain chat, Libra. Oh god, was it acid on his shoulder, then? Goro pulled out his handkerchief and desperately wiped at the stain, managing to mop it up before it started burning through the fabric.
“Do you mind?” he hissed at her, voice laced with disgust. Before he could say anything else, her horrible loud voice cut him off, feeling like a knife stabbed right into his ears. Jesus christ, was she deaf as well as blind?
At least the sheer volume gave Goro’s echolocation a better pass at the crowd, if only for a few moments, and he couldn’t help but notice someone else familiar slipping between the thugs. Skin of wet, clay-like consistency, almost dragging against the pavement in clumps. Parasyte. So there was one person here Goro could stand.
Goro may have noticed her, but she seemed to have a harder time finding him, slipping out of the crowd in just the wrong position and mistaking Libra’s arm for Goro’s. Before Libra could even open her gob and fuck with Parasyte, Goro’s arm was on her own, taking Parasyte’s hand. “I’m over here,” he said.
Jesus, this guy really was beaten up. Seemed Libra knew him, and he didn’t hate her, meaning he was almost certainly as unbearable as she is. Goro had seen a lot of violence in his life, a lot of death and torture, but even that hadn’t prepared him for the viscerally upsetting sight of this dude’s body pulling itself back together. Every pop of his joints made Goro’s stomach turn a little more, and he winced in second-hand pain when the boy all but punched his own teeth out.
Ah. That was where the rest of the money was. Not a pocket, not… not quite. Whatever this Quirk was, Goro really didn’t want to know. Some kind of regenerative power, that was for sure, but he got the impression any more details would just make him want to puke. He’d commend the kid for such a clever way to get money out of people if it wasn’t so horrible to look at.
Even so, Goro had a lot of tension to work off. Being the type of “good person” Izumi wanted him to be was hard work, and all the murderous impulses he’d been holding back were threatening to burst out at any moment. If this kid really was immortal, he might as well take all of it out on him, and if he wasn’t… well, it was basically consensual. With one hand, he fished out a full 150,000 yen. A hefty price tag, but it was money that’d been burning through the GU’s pockets for a long time anyway.
“Is weaponry permitted, or would you prefer simple hand-to-hand?” He asked, letting go of Parasyte’s hand and walking up to give the kid the money. Some of the crowd, who’d been waiting for ages now for their turn, cursed him out and he felt at least one try to grab at his shoulder, but he ignored them. Expecting any level of organization in a place like this was their fault, not his.
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Oct 24, 2019 13:53:42 GMT -4
God, the expression on the talking pair of glasses was great! He hated that! Man that’s just great and fantastic. Bet he’ll hate washing that off his suit. God knows she does every time she cleans her spandex and vest-waistcape combo. It’s sadly one of the few things she despises about her hobby: the laundry. She has to make sure she removes any excess acid while burning her skin and then make sure the vibrant red shade doesn’t fade away, which when you view the world either red tinted or completely flat out red void, then it’s kinda hard to tell. Hell she probably missed some stains before she called it quits and placed it in the washer.
“HMM?” She looks down to see a little girl grabbing onto her acid covered hand. She’s calling her “Rogue” or something. That’s interesting, a case of mistaken identity. Is this rogue also grey skinned with pulsating veins with a voice that can kill a bird from the sheer harshness of it? Maybe. Seems the real rogue came by and made sure to remind her of the well honed adage of “never talking to strangers.’ Ha. She just grins beneath her mask with her eyes closed. “HEYA. THIS YOUR FRIEND?” He seems mad. “WHAT? IM JUST ANSWERING HER. WELL, YOU SEE, HES JUST MAKING NEW FRIENDS BY SMASHING HIS BODY TOWARDS THEIR FISTS AND LEGS. PERSONALLY I THINK ITS A WASTE OF TIME, BUT OH WELL.” She stretches out the mask to show her her grin. “YOU WANT TO HELP OUT?”
She looks at the bat guy handing Niso some money to beat him up. She narrows her eyes “AH. WOW. THAT….THATS KINDA DUMB THOUGH.” She steps forward approaching Niso and shoving Bat Boy to the side. “WHY PAY MONEY WHEN YOU CAN DO IT FOR FREE?” She smacks his cheek with her acid covered hands, letting it set in. “SEE? EASY. THEN AGAIN...NOT GONNA LIE, IT DOES SEEM FUN.” She lets go of him as he reacts to it. Last time she had an off day (that’s her excuse at else) so it didn’t do as much to him. But now….heheheh...maybe. Some people are screaming at her for cutting in line. “SORRY. SORRY. ILL JUST GET BACK IN LINE.” Rustling through her pockets, she drops a slightly burnt but still usable bills of yen. “NOT ENOUGH TO GO NUTS BUT...ITS ENOUGH FOR ONE MORE THING.” She walks back as she turns back at Niso. “Wonder how a melted knee cap would feel like...MIGHT BE FUN TO TRY OUT.” The surgery mask is starting to melt away. Luckily she brought many and stuffed it up her hoodie pocket.
She walks back and stands near Parasyte. Waiting for her turn. Letting out a grin in anticipation.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Oct 24, 2019 14:14:55 GMT -4
| We don't need enemies Best friends are all I can take |
Without really registering what was happening around her due to the dark, her hand was gently moved from the sleeve she'd grabbed by the actual Goro, and she was relocated accordingly. She blinked twice. Oh. Oops. When she looked up to see who she'd clung to an unfamiliar mask and red eyes met her, though she could hardly make out any details in the dark. At least she was friendly enough to be sure she had found the one she was looking for. She even explained what was going on around the same time the boy across the lot did. She was distracted long enough to miss Niso swallowing the load of bills and coins, which...was a good thing, really. Ew.
Something about how loud this woman was reminded her of somebody, but with how dark it was and how blurry everything was she couldn't make out any specific details. Even if she could it wasn't like anyone in the chatroom went about sharing their picture willy-nilly. Goro stepped forward leaving her on the edge of the crowd, squinting to keep up with all the action around them. She did catch when a stranger put his hand on Goro's shoulder. With a pouted mouth she let her finger sharpen to a needle's point and raised her hand to poke right at the fellow's chin, directly under their mouth.
"Please not touch my friend. You should have spoke up first."
The fellow looked down at the literal knife at their throat and stepped back.
The loud woman--Libra?--then went on ahead and slapped the boy across the face. The sound and smell of melting flesh, though unfamiliar to Byeol-Su at all, was absolutely unmistakable. She flinched slightly. Ah. Yep, that was Libra alright. Acid and shouting were two of her more stated traits.
That was good, though! It meant she had even more friends here, even if one of them didn't recognize her yet. She would just need to let her know when she returned to her side. And return she did once she paid the boy.
Byeol-Su touched Libra's sleeve again, on purpose this time, avoiding contact with her acidic flesh like the plague. With how weak she was out of a host, she wasn't in a rush to feel that sort of thing. "Are you Libra? Libra! I am ParaSyte! From the chats! Hello!" She grinned wide and excitedly, then returned her eyes to the people around them. The other man who'd spoken up had a point. If the boy just wanted people to beat them up until he died, that made no sense. Maybe, though, they could do something to...
Hm...
"...is there a prize, if you hit hardest? Or stab hardest? I am not strong. But if there is, would be fun to try!" She giggled, keening still to see well. Shoot, she should have asked Rogue to let her be hosted again just so she could see things better. Couldn't Libra also see super well when using her Quirk? Ah, but that came with acid and pain and, uh, yeah. Not worth it.
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Post by Niso Konto on Oct 24, 2019 16:57:13 GMT -4
Niso realized at least three people were trying to address him now, and given his head wasn't fully healed each of their voices was coming in a little mufflied. He bonked the side of his head, flushing out some of the internal bleeding before raising his hands to...what, 3 people trying to address him? And the more muffled sounds of the members of the crowd trying to get their own words in. "Come on, come on guys. I only have one set of ears. Take turns why don'tcha?~"
Addressing the man who showed up last briefly, just to make sure that was done and handled, Niso would answer simply. "Some trick? Well I just have confidence in my quirk if that's what you mean!~" There was...a mild trick to it. Not one Niso was actively pursuing too hard, but this whole thing did have a benefit to it. See, every criminal was literally paying him for the pleasure to show him their talents and skills. That meant that Niso was getting to know the quirks of all his potential competition in one fell swoop. AND he was learning how best to use his own talents to survive those quirks...a good little benefit of the situation, but really he was mostly doing it for the experience~
Looking back to the man now handing over money, it was the first person to take the deluxe beating package and Niso was about to find out if he'd priced it correctly. He'd count out the notes of Yen quickly before shoving it in his Gullet, swallowing hard to throw it down into his little stomache pocket and making sure it stayed down this time before speaking again. "Well there we go then! As far as weapons go, have at it! No severing the head with a blade or chainsaw, that's the only rule!~"
Just as he was about to open himself up for Goro, he felt a stinging, burning slap come across his cheek. His body flowed with the momentum of the slap almost in slow motion, teetering on one foot, before every fibre of Niso flowed right back in the opposite direction, punching Libra square in the nose. Niso wasn't strong, but he didn't show restraint. "Because you pay for the privalege to not be hurt back!"
Whether the attack landed or not, some members of the crowd would possibly step up to drag her back a bit. They'd come to respect the 'rules' of this little game Niso had created for better or worse, so seeing someone not only cut, but not even respect the kid's sellinng of himself, they had enough of a warped sense of respect for the kid offering them this little outlet to make sure the game continued.
Somehow wasn't as satisfying if you just ganged up on the guy. That and he'd probably stop 'keeping score' of his injuries, so the internal competitions would be over.
Niso adjusted the collar of his shirt after shooting Libra a dirty look, the flesh of his cheek falling away as well as a little bit under his eye socket. The bone and muscle becoming clearly visible, and despite the searing pain he continued to talk through it as web like strands of flesh spread out from the wound and covered over it little by little. "Well, as I was saying. Weapons are A-okay, no severing the head. You can try and stab my heart if you want, but good luck finding it. Oh and while I don't personally mind, I'd maybe not sever any other limbs either, cause then I'd have to pause the game while I grow new ones and er..." He gestured to the crowd. "I doubt you wanna be on their bad side.~"
Hearing Parasyte's question, a member of the crowd answered since Niso was busy, opening himself up, ready for Goro to let loose. "The kid just lets us punch him. Some groups are seeing which of their friends can do the most damage. Some are just having fun. Some are competing with everyone else. But eh. Nothing official. If someone's taking bets or prize money for all this, it ain't the kid."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 31, 2019 4:13:49 GMT -4
He gave a mild snort at the answer, Confidence in a quirk seemed like a light response when it came to someone being torn apart like this for a bit of cash. To say the least he felt though his intrigue in this quirk did grow quite a bit. An as other seemed to quickly ask questions about weapons and the price. He at least knew he he'd get a chance to observe such a quirk more in actual practice. He knew the thing he was after would in time come for sale. But he still loathed the idea of going to such a event. Given what was happening to this boy and his strange power though... Well a small plan quickly gathered and slowly began to form in his mind. Maybe if he was lucky enough he could wait for something to say come loose if one of these takers of his game hit hard enough.
For now he simply nodded and watched casually in the crowd moving closer to the others though so he could hear anything they'd say as the game would continue. His eyes watching for anything he might be able to salvage one might say if this fight took a harsh enough turn. Also closer to the others so he could hear any words from them should something else interesting turn up. "The sparky kid has allot of confidence doesn't he? Curious what all he can take." He'd say lightly to himself but in general as well so those that wished to answer could. His cold tired eyes though focusing mainly on Niso for now though only given he was a light focus of his current interest.
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 4, 2019 15:49:42 GMT -4
Goro was just getting ready to start when Libra shoved him out of the way, leaving acid on his jacket again. He hissed in annoyance, and frantically rubbed the sleeve she’d touched to try and wipe the acid off. What the fuck was her damage? “Excuse me,” he narrowed his eyes, and stepped back into position. “The line’s already riled up, I certainly don’t think you should be cutting in as well.”
He just sighed as she dropped a pile of yen next to the kid, then got punched in the nose and headed back into the crowd. What did she think was going to happen? This wasn’t nearly that organized for there to be guards or something, and obviously this guy would be strong if he was opening himself up to attacks like this. At least Parasyte was helping to keep the crowd away from him; he was impressed by how sharp her finger-needle had sounded moments before.
The crowd, and Goro’s acquaintances in it, faded into the background as he put all his focus on the kid in front of him. God, he could hear the guy’s flesh falling apart and knitting itself back together. He nodded at the kid’s confirmation of the rules, and reached into his pockets.
“Half a minute, right?” Goro asked. He raised his head, just enough that to Niso, his eyes would vanish behind the shiny veil of his glasses. In a flash, his hand left his pocket, and a shiny metal blur shot from there into Niso’s right shoulder. His other hand moved behind him, and a second shiny blur slashed down his abdomen.
A manic grin spread across Goro’s face. It’d been a while since he’d heard the beautiful sound of flesh being cut, and oh what a joy it was to experience again. However, he wasn’t just doing this for the simple fun of it all. He had something he wanted to test.
He pressed a switch on the knife at Niso’s waist, and it hummed to life. The blade became awash with a bright purple light, and it vibrated every so slightly. In an instant, it was in Niso’s other shoulder. The distinct smell of burning flesh filled the air for a second time, and Goro’s grin only widened.
Then, something went wrong. The knife stopped dead, and Goro could hear it sparking from inside the case. It’d fucking short-circuited again. He cursed, and pulled it out, switching it off and shoving it back into his pocket.
The next few seconds were a whirlwind of steel and leathery feathers as Goro went wild with the remaining knife. One slash went for Niso’s right eye, the next his leg, then his side. Then, he switched from slashing to stabbing. Where his heart would be. The right side of his throat. Three times in his abdomen. On and on until the half minute was up.
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Nov 4, 2019 18:03:22 GMT -4
Woof, that kid packs a punch. And here she was, letting out some cash for the slap. Perhaps if she done it eariler, maybe then that somewhat weak punch wouldn't have messed up her nerves and cause a horrible sensation on her face. But then again, the acid already does most of the work for that, so a simple punch isn't that bad. She just recoils back a bit, leans back and lets out a simple laugh as she slightly twitches her nose as it aligns back in place. "FAIR ENOUGH. I'LL WAIT IN LINE FOR THE NEXT SHOT." She yells at the winged figure as she gets back in place. She responds to Parasyte with a smile. "HEYA! YOU HERE ON YOUR OWN OR ARE YOU WITH A FRIEND? NOT SURE IF YOU'LL DO ANYTHING TO HIM. SEE? HIS FACE IS BACK TO NORMAL."
Now then...let's see what this bat guy will do. He seems to be having a plan in mind. What is he gonna do? Is he gonna shove his wings up his throat or something? Can those wings even fit? Maybe the tips? Or would they work well as makeshift knives? That can be cool; if the wings are sharp enough they can just stab right through the kid's body and the spread the halves out? Maybe? Hehehe, that would be pretty co- oh wait he has a literal knife. A laser kn-that's bullshit. Why can he have a laser knife? This is bullshit, she wants one now. A laser knife that can stab people. Imagine the possiiblities you have with a simple laser knife.
Actually no, a laser knife sucks. It's just a laser...for a knife. You still use it as a knife. Oh sure, it can pierce things better, but so can she! Her acid is way better! and look at that! it ran out of juice! THAT'S HILARIOUS. She just laughs as he switches to another knife and continues to stab him. Ha, hate when that happens, right? When it loses power? It's like your phone but you cant stab with your phone.
As he ges busy stabbing, Libra looks back at Parasyte. "YOU KNOW, SINCE I TECHICALLY ALREADY WENT, YOU CAN GO AHEAD BEFORE ME. I'M SURE YOUR FRIEND CAN LEND YOU A KNIFE TO USE."
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Nov 4, 2019 21:17:57 GMT -4
| We don't need enemies Best friends are all I can take |
"So it is just to make money? Guess there are weird ways to do it than this, but I can not think of one." Byeol-Su tilted her head, attention remaining fixed on Niso as Libra limped back to the crowd. She may have deserved a punch, and it wasn't like her body could allow Byeol-Su in without harm, but for a moment she still wanted to reach in and heal that nose. Libra was her friend after all--weird shouting, acid, and her really annoying Rogue asides. "I am alone. Or guess I am with you now? Friend is not here if that is who you mean." She smiled back at Libra, though she wasn't sure if the woman could see it. Her acid was going so her Quirk was on, right? So she could see? What a strange gift. "Do not know...even people who heal feel pain."
She knew that better than most, probably.
Byeol-Su's attention was suddenly snapped away by the familiar--coppery, salty, awful--smell of blood and the sounds of something...buzzing? Damn, she could still hardly see in this light, but the outline of Rogue and the flash of metal reflecting the streetlights for a brief, fleeting moment have her some pretty solid context clues. At least she thought so until there was a sudden pulse of bright purple light. Suddenly she could see very clearly.
Oh. Wow. What was that tool he was using? It was a blade, obviously, but it shined like fluorescent--did it hurt Rogue to be so close to that light? She remember the ache the streetlights left in their eyes, how much it burned. But he was smiling so very large...it must not be bothering him so much, or he was having too much fun to care. Alas, the light flickered out and died, and she was left with even worse vision than before as her eyes readjusted.
"Libraaaa, that is rude to laugh," she scolded half-seriously as she brought up her hands to rub at her eyes, the skin of her cheeks and wrists meshing together for a moment until she lowered them again, flecks of skin that fell between them hitting the pavement below. The voice of the other man from behind them turned her head. Wow, there were a lot of people who wanted to hurt another person. They could just do it for free, but it would draw bad attention to this place. Well, worse than there already was, probably. Then again how often did one get to attack a target that could heal and tell them how well they'd done? She could probably do something like this, too...
...but the sight of Niso body nearly cut to ribbons as her eyes adjusted put a swift and sharp end to that train of thought. No. No, no, no, she would not.
I'm not like Libra. I don't like pain. Not even for this kind of money.
He makes more than this anyway.
Libra was again so loud that Byeol-Su wondered if Rogue would try to stab her, too, if given the chance. Probably. Her eyes went between Libra and Niso and the dance of steel glinting before it dove into his skin. "I..."
Did she want a turn? Did she have something she wanted to do to a body that would live through it, would be able to tell her what it felt like? If he did survive something as gruesome as Rogue's attack then he had to be able to heal like she could, if not even better. What could she get out of that...?
A flicker of light against the dagger reminded her of something else.
Right...there was something I wanted to try...but I needed a host I can hurt...
"I do not need knife. Thank you though. Rogue, um, when you are done, my turn?" She wasn't worried about him not hearing her over his rampage. If there was anything Rogue did best, it was listening. Byeol-Su then pulled a little coin purse--one actually made of real fabric, not the "fabric" of the "clothes" she wore--from her coat pocket and opened the little metal clasp. It was shaped like a frog. "...ninety-thousand...hundred-thirty...yes, I have enough! Yay! Doubt it will take a whole half-minute but can not be sure."
She took a few steps closer after the carnage went still, looking Niso over. Oh boy. That was gruesome. Byeol-Su visibly winced. "Do you need moment to heal? Or...help? Will be more fun if you are less full of holes." Her eyes traveled to a few of the bloodier wounds, such as the one in his shoulders. Did the skin smell cooked or was that just Libra's remnants? Either way she snickered softly, holding out bills from her purse. "Is funny. Have not met other person who heal like me! Do you do other things, too?"
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Post by Niso Konto on Nov 5, 2019 7:59:16 GMT -4
(prioritizing this cause I know ya all got shit ya wanna do)
Niso shook out his hand, any potential bruising from punching Libra quickly fading into nothingness before it could form. or rather, it seemed to form extremely rapidly, and heal just as quick as his body accelerated the process it would have normally went through. It brought with it a flash of even worse pain, but ultimately faded entirely. Always better to endure brief, intense annoyances, than have them drawn out for days.
Leaning down he'd swoop up the cash libra left AFTER the acid slap to the face, shoving it in his mouth just as his cheek finished up healing, chunks of gooey flesh still sizzling on the floor beside his foot, soon to be crushed under his heel and ground into the pavement before Niso finally turned his gaze back to the paying customer, wincing as he swallowed back the money and felt it land unsatisfyingly inside his acid-voided gut. "Half a minute. No resistance. You paid the piper and now the piper lets you kick the shit out of him!~" He'd idly gesture as he spoke and continued- "Why don't you-"
And it seemed Goro had all the confirmation he needed, as before Niso could finish his sentance he felt an intense sting in his shoulder, and before he could even fully grasp what had been thrust through his flesh, a second blade went straight down his front about his abdomen. His eyes went wide, rapidly realizing this was the first time anyone had used anything sharp on him, and just having to take it all and watch as his clothes were torn to shreds with strike after strike from this glasses wearing 'customer'.
A second blow to the shoulder, this one came with a burning hiss and Niso finally found the pain out-weighing the shock, a curdling scream of agony bursting from his throat as he felt a myriad of cells under his control rapidly die and take their neighbours with them as the heat transferred through them, but just as the scream hit its apex, where someone would start to take their breath to only scream again, Niso insteadly devolved into giggles and chuckles with pained gasps inbetween. He was clearly still in agony, searing swathes of pain across his body, but where others scream, Niso had simply learned to laugh, though to anyone who could take the subtleties of his tone, it was far from enjoyable for him.
One might compare it to a child struggling to breathe as their older sibling mercilessly tickles them. Only with a lot more pain in the intermitten screams.
Eventually, Niso just dropped to the floor. Oddly thick, but minimal blood oozing out of the cut across his face, multiple slashes across important tendons making it difficult to control his legs for a moment. His chest bled, but even less than his face. Where Goro had stabbed didn't seem to have had much of a drastic effect on him, and even the stab to his throat seemed fairly minimal, though with the rate that wound was healing it was clear Niso was making a priority out of healing it. At least, if the others assumed he even had a choice in that matter.
He parted his lips to speak, but instead let out a gargled sound as blood and bile spewed out of his throat, a weird gooey mixture of dead and abandoned cells that were shoved out through his throat by the others tryig to clean up shop. As his wounds started healing, he once again tragged himself up by the muscle strings until he was standing, coughing harshly to clean out his throat, hands on his knees, and finally lifting his face, his paled eye slowly re-forming, strings of mucus re-connecting the torn eyeball before it became hole once again as he met Goro's gaze.
"Hah...haaaaaah...g-get your money's worth...?~" He grinned, teeth still red and bloody for the moment before winding himself back up, rolling his shoulders back and taking a deeeep breath to make sure his throat was all cleaned up. He still had clear scar tissue across his body as his cells got to work healing the wounds beneath them, but soon enough that too would all just flake off like a scab without use, the burned hole in his shoulder taking the longest to heal. "Geeze you don't waste a second...props to you!~"
He wound his head about his shoulders, far too many 'pop's to be natural sounding from him before he turned his eyes to the approaching young girl, surprised someone so young was up to play the game. He smirked nice and wide however, leaning down a little to better meet their gaze. "No no I'm good. I'll be all ready to go again by the time you're hurting me!~" he held out his hand for the cash and would swiftly swallow it if given, wincing a little as the scar tissue in his throat made that all the more painful this time. "Nnnngh. There we go." A shiver to try and dismiss the pain, he met the girl's eyes again.
"Do I do other things? Welllllllllllllll." He lifted his hand. There was a sickening series of cracks and pops, before suddenly, his hand went limp. This lasted a few seconds before a sound akin to pulling the bones out of a chicken leg came, his hand EMPTIED of bone as it became a sack of flesh, bood vessels, and muscle, just sagging at the end of his wrist, his wrist a little chunkier as it now held the bones from his hand. "I can do this! Or-!" He took a second to fix his hand. Briefly some finger bones got stuck in his palm, like trying to awkwardly fit your hand into a rubber glove. A quick shake and everything was back in order.
Niso then covered his face with both hands, dug his nails into the tip of his forehead, and slooooooowly dragged the surface layer of flesh off. It was so thin however it really just looked like pealing away a face-mask from a beauty treatment. Niso revealed subtle chages to his face making him look close to, but not exactly like the guy who just tried to stab him to death. "This! I'd change my hair too but that takes a little longer!" He pulled back, punching the sides of his face to re-allign his skull a little more rapidly, his eyes spinning in his head for a moment as they returned to their natural color, grinning at the girl before him. "Now, you paid for the pleasure, wanna show me what you can do?~"
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