Post by Niso Konto on Nov 6, 2019 16:23:49 GMT -4
Ya know it was amazing what destruction 3 simple things could cause.
An old rag. A bottle of booze. A lighter.
Heck, given the right circumstances, you didn't even need the lighter.
Niso whistled playfully to himself as he walked through the still shitty streets of Nakano, tossing a bottle up into the air and catching it repeatedly by the neck, a rag hanging out of his back pocket, and a playful smile every spready across his lips. Nakano was a great place to just...let loose. And having somehow missed out on the absolute shit show that was the plutocracy auction because he thought it would be a bore, Niso was left finding other ways to entertain himself. Sure he could see if Kyoko had any work for him, but he really wanted to let loose, on his own desires, and his own whims, and as such, he knew Nakano was the place to be.
He'd passed a few buildings already. Some closed and abandoned from the chaos of last year, some barely running due to the families that couldn't afford to move, and a handful freshly refurbished as people bought the places cheap and tried to make a mint vamping them up...
Niso's brain was almost working like a coin flip with each building he passed, judging them on the most random reasons each time, and so far, they were all coming up tails...
until finally. Heads.
Niso stopped dead along the street, having been walking in the middle of the empty road. As he let his eyes linger over a fancy little resteraunt. Not too many people eating there. Unsurprising, but not an issue. He tugged the rag out of his back pocket, and flicked the cap off the bottle as it fell back into his hand, dislodging the cap with ease and shoving the rag down deep into the neck of the bottle. There was probably a science to the perfect molotov, but so long as it burned shit, Niso had no reason to care any further.
A few eyes from the resteraunt turned to him, Niso could almost feel it without looking back. A secondary layer of black flesh slowly crept over his face, forming an almost symbiote like mask with an eerie white chesire grin spread across it, contrasting harshly with the black. His dull, void like eyes turning to the resteraunt. He didn't break eye contact with those staring at him, as he brought out his lighter, and flicked it out, a buddy ember burning away at the alcohol absorbing rag.
Not a word was second. No hesitation. The moment his weapon was lit, Niso reared back, lined up, and tossed it.
It was beautiful.
The shattering of glass, both the resteraunt's and his bottle's sounding out. A satisfying WOOSH of flame as it burst out from the bottle. Terrified screams of the window seated customers as they fled, some rapidly trying to remove their clothing as it too caught fire, and in the dull reflection of the white fleshy eyes of his mask, Niso's emotions could not be read...
But if his mask was any indication...he was gleeful as ever.
An old rag. A bottle of booze. A lighter.
Heck, given the right circumstances, you didn't even need the lighter.
Niso whistled playfully to himself as he walked through the still shitty streets of Nakano, tossing a bottle up into the air and catching it repeatedly by the neck, a rag hanging out of his back pocket, and a playful smile every spready across his lips. Nakano was a great place to just...let loose. And having somehow missed out on the absolute shit show that was the plutocracy auction because he thought it would be a bore, Niso was left finding other ways to entertain himself. Sure he could see if Kyoko had any work for him, but he really wanted to let loose, on his own desires, and his own whims, and as such, he knew Nakano was the place to be.
He'd passed a few buildings already. Some closed and abandoned from the chaos of last year, some barely running due to the families that couldn't afford to move, and a handful freshly refurbished as people bought the places cheap and tried to make a mint vamping them up...
Niso's brain was almost working like a coin flip with each building he passed, judging them on the most random reasons each time, and so far, they were all coming up tails...
until finally. Heads.
Niso stopped dead along the street, having been walking in the middle of the empty road. As he let his eyes linger over a fancy little resteraunt. Not too many people eating there. Unsurprising, but not an issue. He tugged the rag out of his back pocket, and flicked the cap off the bottle as it fell back into his hand, dislodging the cap with ease and shoving the rag down deep into the neck of the bottle. There was probably a science to the perfect molotov, but so long as it burned shit, Niso had no reason to care any further.
A few eyes from the resteraunt turned to him, Niso could almost feel it without looking back. A secondary layer of black flesh slowly crept over his face, forming an almost symbiote like mask with an eerie white chesire grin spread across it, contrasting harshly with the black. His dull, void like eyes turning to the resteraunt. He didn't break eye contact with those staring at him, as he brought out his lighter, and flicked it out, a buddy ember burning away at the alcohol absorbing rag.
Not a word was second. No hesitation. The moment his weapon was lit, Niso reared back, lined up, and tossed it.
It was beautiful.
The shattering of glass, both the resteraunt's and his bottle's sounding out. A satisfying WOOSH of flame as it burst out from the bottle. Terrified screams of the window seated customers as they fled, some rapidly trying to remove their clothing as it too caught fire, and in the dull reflection of the white fleshy eyes of his mask, Niso's emotions could not be read...
But if his mask was any indication...he was gleeful as ever.
