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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Jul 9, 2020 10:12:24 GMT -4
A veritable mountain of pillows and cushions in various states of disrepair took up a corner in the least drafty room of the rundown, unfinished office building that Jun and his little gang used for a base. Lounging on that mountain was Jun himself, enjoying a light read for the evening. He hardly even felt the draft that seemed to ever so gently slip under the book's pages no matter how he positioned himself. Well that was a lie. Truth be told he was growing tired of their current living arrangements. It was about time, Jun thought, that he find himself an avenue to move up in the world.
It was then a commotion from outside the room brought Jun out of his musings. That was odd, the members of his little gang didn't usually dare disturb him like that. Jun closed his book, made a mental note of the page he was on, then tossed it on the bedding in the opposite corner. Parting the curtain that acted as a door, he made his way to see what was going on.
In what might have been the building's lobby had it been finished, Jun found his boys and girls squared off against another group that had plainly barged in on their little hidey hole. There was lots of shouting and angry gesticulating. Some of the intruders, of which there were seven in total, seemed already injured. "Now what do we have here?" He wondered aloud, silencing his own people in the process. Not the intruders however, whom Jun now heard were pleading. Some of them at least.
"Just let us lay low here for a while."
"Come on man, you've got room."
"Man if you come near me I'll fuck you up."
"You don't know, you just don't know."
The incessant chattering was driving Jun up the wall as he rubbed at his temples. He considered just killing the whole lot of them and be done with it but then that would leave a completely separate headache regarding cleanup. But that was becoming less and less of a problem as they simply refused to shut up.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jul 15, 2020 19:19:37 GMT -4
Well. Today was the day Niso learned he had quite a hair trigger when it came to his lovely fiance. The criminal underground wasn't exactly a dense place, but words and whispers could spread with ease, and in truth the most it tended to take to track them to their source was a handful of cash, or a hand full of nailed through baseball bat. As such when Niso had heard in passing someone refer to an old image of his lovely, his one, the Painter, as 'that anorexic bitch'... well, rather easily Niso felt the few gears that ran his brain snap in twain, his eyes turning to the source of those voices. When the group that sourced the sound turned to face him, Niso simply... glared in turn, meeting each of their eyes, none of them aware of how they'd gotten his attention.
They didn't really get a chance to.
A few bodies later and Niso found himself, coated in blood, some of theirs, mostly his own, holding a rusted metal pipe as he looked over the few remaining goons rushing away from him down the street as he observed them from the 3rd floor up of the same building, a once profittable blackmarket undone by a single fight between Niso and those that insulted his Fiance, unaware he was there to hear it. WIthout fear he leapt from the 3rd floor of the building, his legs snapping beneath him, but continuing to run even as his legs remained held together solely by tightened muscles clutching the bone together, dragging the rusty metal behind him as it sparked against the ground, more and more as he continued to pull momentum behind him. Eventually, he tracked them down to some... half made office building, watching them frantically argue with another group, looking for sanctuary.
... Niso had readily forgotten the faces of which of these lot he was really looking to kill.
He pulled the rusted pipe up over the back of his shoulders, his arms contorting around the pipe as if he was hanging himself on it like a coat hanger, a dull look in his eyes, the blood from the previous kills already drying up, and the cuts he had earned sealing themselves up, making it unclear how much of the blood could have been his own to the new observers.
"So... who wants to give up which of you lot were the ones I was chasing?"
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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Jul 26, 2020 10:00:14 GMT -4
This was getting more and more aggravating by the second. Every pleading or demanding syllable out of the intruders' mouths made the option of just killing them all the more tantalizing. 'Perhaps I'm being too rash.' Jun thought. After all, this could be an opportunity to expand his little gang of misfits. Perhaps if he helped these insufferable louts out he'd have a few extra thugs to boss around. Every little bit counts on the initial steps on the road to greatness he supposed.
But then a new arrival chased away such musings. A fresh face, covered in blood, carrying a metal pipe and with a vicious look in his eyes. Covered as he was in blood, he still carried himself as if completely uninjured. Despite the difference in numbers, this new arrival was obviously more dangerous. If he was intent on killing these guys then integrating them into Jun's gang would likely not be worth it.
A momentary hush fell over the yammering group of intruders as they saw their tormentor catch up with them. Perhaps they hoped that if they pretended to be statues he wouldn't notice them? From his back, Jun extended a tendril, covered in eyes and claws, to either side of him, cordoning his guys and gals behind him. "Stay behind me." He commanded. Since the blood soaked killer made it clear he wasn't very good with faces, Jun had no intention of letting his gang get caught up the crossfire of whatever was about to go down. This wasn't out of any genuine care for their wellbeing of course. Just a matter of convenience really. Until he got far enough up the proverbial ladder of the criminal underworld, these otherwise expendable thugs weren't quite so expendable to him.
Still seeing potential to turn this into an opportunity, Jun figured he might get on good terms with this boy that so terrified the men between them. "Now what on earth did these fine gentlemen do to incur your wrath?" First though, he had to get some handle on the situation. Jun didn't like being in the dark, especially when the matter so unceremoniously drops itself literally on his doorsteps.
The poor sheep looked around from one side to the next, trying to decide which wolf was the less frightening of the two. One they already knew from their previous encounter and had no desire to tango with him again. The other could grow unspeakable things his body. The only thing they could be sure of was that getting up this morning had been a mistake.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jul 31, 2020 7:23:35 GMT -4
Niso was a little dazed as the initial burst of adrenaline was starting to run out, idly prodding into his ear cannal with a pinkie finger and pulling out some blood soaked chunk of flesh that had somehow flown in there from one of the previous goons he’d already ended, not really paying too much attention to the situation other than knowing that some stupid fucks needed to die. He quirked his brow when the person protecting half the room spoke out to him, surprised anyone was able to take a calm tone with him looking as he did. With a lax smile he hooked the metal rod over his shoulders, and slipped his arms up over it at an unnaturall angle, effectively hanging himself over the bar like a clothes hanger as it pressed into the back of his neck.
“Oh they insulted my girlfriend. The Painter… and they deal in drugs or guns or something. I think. Don’t like drugs. They’re boring.” In truth he had no idea if he was right on the guns or drugs (as in his writer Yumi wasn’t sure as she wrote this) but whatever the case his main reason remained. These fucks had insulted the painter. HIS painter… as far as he was concerned he was happy to leave them all breathing through tubes or not at all.
(sorry it's short, feel free to dm me some guidance if you need more specific responses)
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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Nov 24, 2020 18:23:34 GMT -4
Jun noted the odd position the young boy took, the unnatural angle in which he hooked his arm around the metal bar he presumably used as a weapon. His body clearly was unusual. But it could just as easily be a result of freakishly limber joints as it could be quirk related. Jun filed the possibility away for later. All he truly needed to know for now was that of the two parties, this boy and the group of thugs, the boy was the one to appease. For now at least.
The boy identified himself as Niso. Not directly, but by calling the Painter his girlfriend. In the handy little chat that somehow distinguished between villains and non-villains Jun had seen the occasional interaction between one Niso and this Painter. It was still not entirely certain. The Painted could hold to multiple partners and if so this boy could be someone else entirely. But just putting a name, any name, to the face was good enough for now.
"Ah I see. Well that was terribly rude of them. As for the drugs, well, not the biggest fan of such recreations myself. Though I hold no strong feelings towards its distributors. Where there's demand there must be supply after all." Jun shrugged. This whole thing seemed to have a clear, if messy solution. If the boy was in fact the infamous Niso Konto then getting on his bad side would be a terrible decision so early in Jun's criminal career. But then another part of Jun, a part that whispered at the back of his mind, suggested that it would surely be the more entertaining route. But he quelled that thought for now.
"Well, I'd prefer if you went about your business outside of here so as to not get the place any dirtier than it..."
"W-wait!" Jun shot the man a glare. He hesitated, as a tendril covered in eyes and blades rose in response to his interruption. But he carried on in spite of his fear. "It's as he says, our group deals in drugs and weapons. A whole bunch of illicit good, lot of art pieces. Lot of money in there. W-we...I mean, I'm sure the boss could find a use for someone like uhm, you know like you. So just help us out and we'll put in a good word for you. You'll be rich I promise, just, just please help us out."
Jun considered the man's words, wondered if it was mere boasting, a desperate bid for his own life. Well, regardless of truth it was certainly desperate. Was it worth potentially angering Niso to pursue this? This vague chance for a fortune? Or could Jun have his cake and eat it at the same time? The greedy, effeminate young man liked that prospect.
"That's quite the bold offer." A tendril crept from Jun's back and shot out to entangle the man. Jun then turned to Niso. "Would you be willing to let this one go? Just the one. I'm rather intrigued by his promises and besides, I'm sure he well and truly regrets his actions by now. Don't you?" Jun flashed a cold smile at the man who found himself nodding profusely.
A part of Jun hoped that Niso would agree just with that. If he didn't then Jun was either going to have to promise to torture the guy for info or just try to squeeze it out of him right here on the spot before tossing him to the blood covered little psychopath dripping blood all over the floor. Another part of Jun hoped for the more interesting latter option.
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