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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Jul 31, 2020 18:04:04 GMT -4
Much of the howling fearsome calls of the undead had been mostly quelled some time ago. Their weakened and sickly howls falling silent as the mercy of a second death had been granted to them by the various armed forces throughout the location securing several blocks and planning to go further in the Kabukicho district. A few stragglers still dragged their rotten and somewhat stiffened limbs that clean up crews were attempting to tag and clear as quickly as they could. While this place couldn't be said to be one hundred percent secured as of yet. IT was most certainly on its way to such a goal.
The popping and muzzle flash of various firearms or the thuds of melee defense was winding down. Thankfully it had mainly been the undead being walloped for our caste of unfortunate villains that one might say resigns now as trapped behind enemy lines. The undead had been mostly cleared. However in that time several patrolling cars and police squads had been driving down various roads and back alleys trying to find any missed rotten foes or villains among the chaos. A small handful of licensed pro heroes as well had joined the fray for the time as well giving what support they could and where.
While this happened several villains who had unfortunately been caught trapped now behind the mostly secured enemy line. Found themselves in a sticky situation. They had yet to be identified or spotted by the growing force that took control of more and more of the region around them. The group of wayward villains by this time would not be fully trapped but in the need to start working on a plan to escape. Police were patrolling constantly as in small time intervals police cars could be seen driving down various roads or alleys. A small time between the occasional gun shot as more of the rotten souls were sent to a second death. The few pro's were even more sparse but whispers they may have heard from time to time implied something even more dangerous for them may have resided out there. They needed to escape...
For now they would be able to meet up in a alley and have a chance to be a combined force if they so chose. Given the large number of law enforcement and pro heroes that may have been the smartest path. As well as the undead remnants and who knew what else that may try and devour them this night both metaphorically or quite literally.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 1, 2020 10:39:58 GMT -4
She preferred to work alone. If only that was the truth. She worked best in the group. She was the perfect support in her eyes. Her range alone, and her abilities was enough to set her apart from others, and give her advantages far beyond others around her level. that being said, it wasn't like her life was any easier. She was still a criminal, a villain, and a kingpin. The only benefit to her work, was the fact near to no one knew of her existence. To the eyes of the public, she was just another person using their quirk in public. Though, with the various skeletons mixed in with the zombies, only painted a larger target on her back. That much she understood, and while she could easily have done her job, she had to play things safe. Behind the secured walls, her options were running out. To walk without her aid, was to leave her vulnerable, but hard to identify. To take him with her, was to only cast a greater spotlight on herself. She climbed up the fire escape, the help of an extended hand reaching out, before hiding once more within her flesh. She tried to keep her distance from above, while still keeping an eye out. The black crop top now stained with her own blood. The bandages wrapping her chest, fresh. The gloves on her hands still intact, for now. Her katana remained in her grasp, her nails extending past the fabric of the gloves to maintain her grip, as well as her control. Large black horns sat on her head, as well as the ivory mask she dawned. "We're going to be cornered soon enough." she would say to him aloud. The large skeletal figure stood behind her, towering. The staff in his hands, as his own skull was a disfigured cow skull of sorts. His own horns a darkened brown. The bones covered behind a large black robe, while a fur scarf did its best to hide his exposed spine. It was the best they could find. "Then we need to consider other options."The simplest solution, was to just kill them all. There would be no one that could notice them, if there wasn't a single person left alive who could notice. After all, it worked in pretty much every video game they ever played. Why wouldn't it work now? ~ Word Count: 401 ~ |
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Post by Seita Kokuki on Aug 8, 2020 4:02:52 GMT -4
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Seita groaned as he looked around the hellscape around him. Normally he would be gleefully watching the chaos from a penthouse and drinking fine whiskey or playing with one of his new toys. But unfortunately circumstances seemed to have conspired against him and forced his hand and he became directly involved in the chaos. He had gotten the news not too long ago that his father’s tomb in the family cemetery was robbed. Normally he would have just put on a public act of disgust and called for the perpetrator to be brought to justice. While in reality he would have been laughing his ass off that some sick individual was toying with the bastard's corpse. But then one of his employees came to him with the potentially ruinous news that some of the corpses that went missing around the city were cousin havoc, some even speaking and still containing their personalities. This was what made Seita take action, he couldn’t risk his father’s corpse to potentially reveal the real cause of his death. No, that would be utterly and completely disastrous. Seita’s head of his task force volunteered to take on the task of tying up this once again loose end. But Seita declined the offer, preferring to make sure it got done personally. That and he relished the idea of killing the piece of filth a second time.
So there he was wondering the burning streets as he looked for the corpse that he was looking for, nor the person causing him all this tedious work. “Ugh such a pain.” He muttered as he walked down the alley he was in. Most of the dead had been dealt with by pro heroes patrolling or the minimal police personnel. He walked out into the abandoned streets, random corpses littering it. Seita looked around to see if any of the random bodies belonged to his father. Thankfully none of them were. “Good, if someone were to end you before I could get to you…” he muttered as he heard someone behind him. He turned and saw a lone officer staring at him gun drawn. Behind his mask Seita’s eyes narrowed as he shot an icy stare at the man. Before the man could fire Seita was on him and had his icy claws around his neck. “Employee of the month…” he said coldly before snapping the man’s neck like a toothpick. He dropped the man’s limp body to the ground and kept on his way. “I swear you’re more trouble now than when you were alive, old man.” He spat as he continued to walk. He saw someone that looked familiar standing around and walked up to them. “Hello there, nice to see a friendly face.” He said with a concealed smirk.
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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Aug 8, 2020 13:09:28 GMT -4
This Day Z scenario that had people scrambling left and right in mixed fear for their lives and disgust at their late loved ones being desecrated, served as just a curiosity to Jun. The effeminate sociopath could care less if his mother's grave got disturbed. He wouldn't even know as he hadn't bothered to check. He wasn't even sure if he'd recognize her if he saw her. He'd only seen pictures of her and quite some time ago at that. Even if he were to recognize her he didn't think killing her again would prove any trouble. His father on the other hand. Him he would remember and would enjoy killing a second time. Could take his time with it this time too instead of acting in a desperate rush, perhaps even actually remember it this time.
He stood in the middle of an empty street, apart from the lone zombie before him. Jun's head was covered in the viscous, fleshy biomass he produced, eyes and fanged mouths fading in and out along the surface, the odd tendril snaking its way from one point to another seemingly at random. The gruesome mask served to completely hide his features as he went about examining these curious walking corpses.
"What makes you tick?" He thought aloud to himself as a tendril tipped with a blade like bone lashed out and removed the zombie's legs from the knee down forcing it to approach him at a crawl. Another slash and a slice above the knees was gone. Like a child plucking wings and legs from a fly, Jun continued his experiment, moving further and further up the body until the zombie would cease functioning. In almost all media zombies were portrayed as nigh unkillable if you didn't go for the head and Jun felt like testing that theory.
For this at least, Jun felt thankful towards Loki. It wasn't every day one could vivisect the dead after all. It was a unique experience to be sure. Even if the whole thing reeked of a desperate fear of irrelevance. An old relic frantically trying to hold on to whatever credibility they once might have had. To shock the world into thinking they still have any say in its matters. Jun admired the effort at least. True death came in accepting defeat and so there was a virtue in struggling, no matter how unsightly it may be.
But it wouldn't work. Jun was certain of that. In Loki's absence the world had moved on and new players had found themselves on the board. Players which the once mighty lich had, in his arrogance, offended deeply in his grab for a shock factor by employing the corpses of late loved ones. It was the classic villain mistake, thinking nobody could possibly stop them. Jun was all for inviting challenges, lest a plan becomes painfully boring, but this no doubt a step too far.
As he mused on this, Jun continues slicing the zombie, observing it a with a handful of eyes at the front of his organic mask while others remained watchful of the surrounding area in case someone were to sneak up on him.
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Post by Shuichi Shiuchi on Aug 10, 2020 4:12:28 GMT -4
There was but a smattering of that putrescent blood on his armor. An unfortunate encounter with a thing reduced to the mind of a beast that had managed to get far too close for his comfort. His breaths remained beleaguered but steady, he trudged untoward the drudgery he was sure lied ahead. He had been on a job for someone else, someone important, and someone whose name he would rather not say for now. Needless to say the job was off from circumstance alone. Now stuck in the unfortunate position of being stuck in the latest sweep. Not that he doubted his abilities to avoid squealing swine, no, but when herds of hogs were stampeding through in full force, he worried they would catch his scent. There was no one spot to hide, no. Slip around or fight his way out, though he didn't like the idea of being an object of the authority's ire, it was a risk he would be willing to take for the sake of survival. He could only speculate how many murders powers that be justified by the sudden appearance of the horde... tch, who was he kidding? He had no right to accuse them of such when he had blood on his own hands. The smell of crimson passed through his mind, jolting him into complete focus, his eyes darted around. As the discordant song crawled up his arms. A shiver ran through his body. He thought to run, but not putting an end to the thing would be irresponsible at best. He couldn't see it yet from his position in the alley-way. He hoisted his gun to prepare himself for the monster he assumed was to come.
The man made no pretense of stealth, in fact his eyes settled on the writhing mass that branched from the boy's body. He held tight to the firearm as he drew a few steps closer still. The putrid smell of rot permeated the air, the flesh he could only describe as foul.
The quirker behind those tendrils, though, his mind could only conclude that they were a monster far more dangerous than any of the walking dead. He nearly trained his weapon on them. It would have been quick and easy, but he couldn't risk that just yet. They could be a useful tool still.
"It's already dead, boy." He started wakling around Jun, giving him a wide berth just in case.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Aug 10, 2020 21:56:12 GMT -4
The wondering villains had slowly come around to one another finally as blood shed of the dead and living had been already stained upon some of their hands this horrific evening. There were still weakened gasping howls down some alleys but the sounds were a weak cry compared to what they once where. No longer did undead hordes call out like gasping crowds but now it was barely comparable to a babies wail. These alleys still would stink of the small of blood and bile from the many battles in nearby streets and alleys not long prior. The calm was indeed in place but another storm would soon brew for our villains at hand. While they stumbled along each other possibly seeing either rivals or a sense of brothers in arms in others. They would seen be fallen upon by several men in uniforms who had no intentions nor desire to be friendly or welcoming. Several fire arms came at them from one of the side alleys as well as the main alley that eventually connected to the main road. A small team of a dozen or so armed with small arms and low class riot gear began to make themselves known. Aiming fire arms and briefly closing the gap between them and these spotted villains. "I knew we'd find you lot... Not sure who some of the others are but you're all gonna have to come with us. This is still a panic zone and we are authorized to use deadly force... Surrender yourselves." They'd say in a somewhat commanding voice from a man a few paces ahead of the rest. The light from a street light gleaming from his helmet in a reflection. A couple men seemed to be quickly mounted on one of the small buildings nearby roofs as well. It seemed our villains now with a lack of undead in numbers as it once were had returned to the main source of capture. The longer they waited to consider their location the more those on the roof would draw in with strong aim and the ground force would try and surround them. All the while their head officer the man seemingly in charge face hidden by his riot helmet. Always a few paces ahead of the others. A few times guns could be heard cocking as well or safeties switching off. This was a serious situation... But how would the villains react. A few extra shots may have rung out if any undead still wondered near the location.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 11, 2020 19:38:07 GMT -4
The stench of blood and the aroma of rot. It was something she was far used to. The accompanied smells of a kill from a time ago. The failed preservation of a meal from her first attempts to cleanse of world of failures and the useless prospects of life that did not contribute to the collective. This smell, brought her senses to be at ease. A scent, that allowed her to move as needed, her own blood mixed along the others. It was her ideal world. She observed, the one, and then another that toyed with the dead. Curious folk, but still, she kept her distance. She was not one to make quick enemies, especially at a time like this. She may not bee the one at fault, but her own power made her just as well enough to be the target. They all knew it was Loki, but was his gender confirmed. Was it known he worked with none? Or would they assume she was with him. No hero would dissect the mass of rot, but they both seemed to share the curiosity, at least, that was what she was believing. The words spoken, would be unheard. Kasey still remained unnoticed, for now at least. The darkness of the narrow alleyway, and the height of where she stood giving her a good vantage over it all. The men upon the rooftops, not yet addressing her, but with several stories between her and them, the metal balconies would be enough to shield her, for now. A shield. Right. She looked over at the creature beside her, him covering her like a sort of armor. She reached out to touch him, her nails fusing with him for a moment to allow her to silently pull her newest creations from him, leaving her unscathed. A smile, as she pulled the large, lightweight, tower like shields, and with them, two katanas. She would throw them as far as she could, her own strength allowing them to have enough momentum to land beside them. On both swords and shields, lay an engraving. "We all need to live, among the dead." Hopefully it was going to be enough to gain their trust. It was easier to kill all of the men in blue, if she didn't have to protect herself from a new duo from a mysterious onslaught. She could guess the powers of one, but the other, remained a mystery. ~ Word Count: 406 ~ |
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Post by Seita Kokuki on Aug 14, 2020 3:34:54 GMT -4
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Seita watched as some more less than upstanding citizens showed up. “Well aren’t we a collection of Japan’s best citizens.” Seita joked as he stared at them with gleeful eyes. “I don’t think I’ve met any of you in person. I’m Kuraokami, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said with a bow. He scanned the area and it seemed like no more dead were walking around anymore. Including his father’s corpse. “By chance have any of you fine individuals seen the one causing all this chaos?” He asked, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. Seita has two goals tonight, tie up a potentially devastating loose end, and kill the one that created the loose end. But he had a feeling that he would not be able to complete the latter tonight.
Before Seita could continue he heard people come up from behind them and saw a large group of uniformed and armed police officers approaching. “Oh look, more government dogs.” He said his tone was icy. He looked over at the others that were next to him. “Do either of you have any objections to putting down some unruly dogs?” He asked with a smile. Ice formed around his hands and transformed them into sharp icy claws. He saw a pair of what looked like bone swords and shields be tossed down by the other two. “Looks like we have some more help from up above.” He said, looking up at the building to see where the gear had come from. He looked back at the cops and smiled under his mask. “I’d run.” He said simply before grabbing a nearby motorcycle and hurling it at the group.
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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Aug 15, 2020 18:11:30 GMT -4
"Dead doesn't seem to mean much these days." Jun answered fresh arrival, some of his eyes trailing him as he circled around the effeminate young man. Jun himself stood in his place and pocketed his hands. Was this some random hero come to keep the peace? Surely they wouldn't protest to Jun's activities. For all any hero would know is that he might as well be some vigilante cleaning up the rotten filth that infested the city. A perhaps slightly unhinged vigilante and still technically illegal Jun supposed.
Then another reared his head. If both of them were heroes then this was getting rather dangerous real quick. "Eldritch, pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now what brings you fine gentlemen out at such an hour?" No sooner had he posed the question than even more arrivals showed up. These ones clad in blue and sporting an armory's worth of equipment. From their words it seemed as if the other two at least weren't heroes so that was reassuring.
A clatter brought the attention of a dozen or so of Jun's eyes to the ground. There lay a sword and shield, white as bone. Another dozen scanned the skyline above for where they might have come from. Was he expected to use them? The engraving seemed to imply a helping hand of sorts. But there was no way to be sure. Given the peculiar look, Jun found it easy to assume this was manufactured by some quirk. For all Jun know whoever made it could still exert control over it; have it burst in his hands, envelop his arms and constrain him and the list went on. That alone was reason enough for Jun to simply let it lie. Another reason was that he had absolutely no skill using them whatsoever. "The gesture's appreciated at least."
A mess of tendrils shot out from the biomass around Jun's head, shooting out towards a group of riot geared policemen. Along the tendrils sprouted blades of bone, tearing through the protective gear and into the flesh beneath. Other tendrils planted themselves on the ground, raising Jun off the ground before darting into the broken group, like some gruesome fleshy long legged spider, from the center of which hung Jun's body.
The bladed tendrils grabbed at some of the still living policemen, constricting around them holding them so as to form a human shield between Jun and the rest of the police. Particularly any snipers on the roofs. "Careful now. Wouldn't wanna hurt your friends would you?"
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Post by Shuichi Shiuchi on Aug 16, 2020 21:15:59 GMT -4
"Hmm." The armored man didn't bother to entertain the boy's humor. Their relaxed demeanor didn't comfort Shuichi in the slightest, and he could only tense more as the strange eyes continued to track him. He could practically feel their gaze crawling through his spine. It was easy to forget this sort were human. No care nor remorse for the innocent, he concluded. He had no basis for such characterizations, but he didn't care. There were more dangerous tools to handle
Once more the smell of another alerted Shuichi, and once more his gripped tightened around the handle of his gun, but he did not yet raise it. They paced slowly towards him, and quickly made themselves known. Shuichi squinted. Aloof on the surface, those honeyed words glazed his ear. They smelled of a strange sunset, the kind before a storm. There was something else under the surface, and he wasn't sure what. Shuichi hated being uncertain, but stringent allies had to be made. All he could to was keep an eye for now. He was about to give this "Black God" a simple no, but he would be cut off before he could begin, so eager was he to return the introductions. Such was the evolving nature of conversation. He would give the give the boy a second to make sure he wouldn't be interrupted. "Work," first would come his answer for the boy, "Seen nonesuch." Then the same for the other man. Shuichi trailed off near the end of his curt response as his attention was drawn elsewhere. His senses were ever so slightly sharper than the others', it would seem, but he was caught surprised all the same.
Shuichi could feel the sound of their boots marching across his neck, the smell of their sweat swept across his vision like a haze. Who had they noticed? When had they quickened their search? No, they weren't searching! They had to have known somehow! A trap? Kettled and and set to boil. Martyr grit his teeth under his helmet, a quiet grunt came from his throat as he realized he had likely been deceived the same as the other two. Their plea for surrender was but a formality, he was certain. The three of them had been led into a slaughterhouse. He couldn't keep track of the number of guns he heard cocked. Far too many to be safe was all that he needed to know. "Heh." Shuichi gave a genuine character-breaking laugh, somewhat surprised to hear Kurokami voice his exact thoughts. "I'd never."
Unlike the rest of his happenstance allies, Martyr had no reservations against using the tools given to him, he would only take a moment to glance in the direction they came from, only able to get a slightest glimpse of the mysterious benefactor. While the kid darted in and Kurokami at last revealed his monstrous nature, Shuichi would scramble to pick up one of the shields for what cover he could find! Bracing his gun atop the shield and his arm over the gun, he would begin to return fire!
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Aug 18, 2020 4:56:51 GMT -4
It was really quite a chaotic few moments as gunfire and weaponry were put to good use. Several officers falling quickly do to the speed and power of the rag tag group of villains before them. Several officers stunned mentally when one of them even took a guard hostage. Causing them to freeze up for a few moments only opening them up to their other ally who was attacking as well clearing the group quickly even more. They weren't expecting to be dealing with such a strong squad of foes this night. The dead had already been a chaotic entity that had them frazzled and tired from the night. But a group of villain so soon after painted disaster for any tokyo pd operation.
What few guards still remained struggled and began backing up. There were about five still standing, One raised his rifle and began firing haphazzardly to where he'd seen the objects fall from. Peppering rounds not right on spot but roughly around the area Kasey would have been perched.
Two others quickly began unloading fire upon the red headed villain as their emotions go the better of them. Their minds quickly scrambling trying to think of a way to help their comrade in the other womans arms. They seemed to feel and appear a bit panicked as well. Perhaps the stress of the night had been getting to them after all
Another guard quickly scrambled ducking behind a large dumpster for cover and survived the onslaught from Shuichi's deadly aim and kill zone. It took a few moments but he'd eventually peak out low at the side of the damaged dumpster and firing several shots in quick succession from his weapon towards Shuichi's legs and mid section perhaps trying to gauge his foes power and pepper them lightly with his weapons.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 19, 2020 16:13:50 GMT -4
They didn't outwordly strike at her, or attack. They may not have been allies, but they are least were not enemies, for now at least. It didn't matter how they felt about one another, their first action was to get out of this place alive. The second action was then, to sort whatever grievances they had with one another. That being said, while the numbers of law enforcement were low, it was their firepower that had garnered Kasey's interest. One man thanked the gifts, but did not accept them, as did the other. The third however, seemed rather compliant, and as such would prove to be rather cooperative and easy to work with. Anyone who was willing to accept her aid would prove useful in his own right later. Ting. Ting. Ting.The sounds of the clinging metal sent her attention downward. She had no interest in dealing with pawns, but should they enter her reach, they were nothing but food for later. Setuna moved between them as Kasey would climb upon his back. The sword in hand, they would leap down, his staff extended to get hold of anything to control their direction. A soft push, and her blade spun downward, plummeting into the policeman who stood below. It would near to impossible for him to move fast enough out of the way, and if he could, Setuna's reach would catch him in a fraction of a second. A man slain, sworn to his duty to protect. She couldn't help but feel pity. The staff handed to her, removed from existence as she handed the sword to her creature, now larger to fit his frame. The rifle was now held in her hands, as she took a few steps forward to join the others. The weapon directed forward, the muzzle lowered as she would be quick to respond to any threat. She may not have used guns that often, and might have not been the best shot, but she knew while the bullets were weaker than her arrows, they had a much farther reach. It would be their downfall. The body of the former cop would be dragged behind them as Setsuna pulled him by the collar. His limp body bloodied, the only wound within his collarbone from the impact of the sword. Now it was only a question of if these others could take care of themselves. And, to what extent. ~ Word Count: 403 ~ |
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Post by Seita Kokuki on Aug 22, 2020 6:48:14 GMT -4
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Seita smiled at the two cops that had engaged him after a few moments. His new found friends seemed to have no problems in killing the pests that were in front of them. Well all but on that is. The only female that he could directly make out was holding a cop hostage and using the poor bastard as a makeshift meat shield. Hence why these too dumb men were instead turning their attention to him. “Now. Now. Didn’t I give you the courtesy to just turn tail and run like the dogs you are.” Seita said. His voice was laced with feigned hurt as he looked on at the two of them with pity in his cold blue eyes. “It breaks my heart to see two reasonable men so rudely refuse my offer of kindness.” He said in the same tone, clutching at his chest to dramatically show them that their actions and choice not to leave was indeed causing his heart to ache.
Seita’s eye’s narrowed dangerously at the two of them as he moved his hands away from his chest. “Now allow me to return the favor my dear officers.” He said in a flat and cold tone. In what seemed to be an instant to the two cops in front of him he was right in front of them. He aimed with his right hand and shot it forward, aiming to punch a hole through the man’s chest. He was sure that his sharp claws combined with his immense strength that he would easily punch through the officer’s thin ballistic vest. Then at the same time he would strike at the other officers head with a fast and hard back fist. Delivering enough force to more than likely kill him instantly, at the very least send him flying and cracking his skull. Quick and efficient, that was how Seita liked to operate.
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Post by Kurosawa Jun on Aug 26, 2020 19:11:12 GMT -4
It seemed they were all united against the cops and none of them seemed to have any qualms with killing enforcers of the law. How fortuitous that such a gaggle of villains should gather together in a situation such as this. Relationships among villains were tenuous at best but at least for the moment Jun felt he could consider the others temporary allies. But then perhaps that was a bit too generous. At the very least they were not direct threats to himself.
Holding the squirming cop securely in his fleshy tendrils, the many mouths on Jun's flesh helmet smiled a wicked smile at the hapless man. "My, isn't that lovely? Your comrades in arms couldn't bear to shoot you. They must truly care for you. But then, it's not like they're rushing to your rescue either are they? Thought they might fare better against the black wolf perhaps." Jun had to give it to the blue clad lawmen. Their spirit was not to be questioned. They were clearly outmatched and yet they stood their ground. Did they truly think they had a chance? Or was it a matter of principle? Don't surrender an inch in the face of evil or something like that.
"Or perhaps." Jun mused aloud. Perhaps they were waiting for reinforcements. Wasn't that standard procedure or something? To call for backup? It seemed in every cop show at least, someone was getting chewed out for going without it. But it made little difference to Jun. The more the merrier in fact. Perhaps some of these villains were the kind to form bonds through shared conflict. If so then the greater the conflict, the greater the bond and this short-term tenuous alliance might blossom into a long-term tenuous alliance.
Not to mention it would just be more fun.
For now he figured he should at least help his 'fellows' out. One cop dove behind a dumpster to take shelter from the armored man's hail of bullets. A tendril of Jun's would shoot out, curve behind the dumpster in order to grab the officer and throw him up into the air. As he did so Jun would give a loud and clear "PULL!" As if the man were a clay pigeon and this was mere target practice.
Jun directed a portion of his eyes and attention back towards the cop in his grip. "Do you want to have a go? I'll bet it's fun." Jun took a moment to enjoy the fear in the man's eyes before patting him "reassuringly" on the cheek with an eye-covered tendril. "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head. You're far more useful as a shield."
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Post by Shuichi Shiuchi on Aug 29, 2020 5:58:44 GMT -4
Shuichi's ears were wracked with pain as soon as the trades began. Flashes of white danced across his eyes, and the smell! Oh, the smell! How it invigorated him so! He would be remiss to admit how much pleasure he took in firing his weapon. So loud were the exchanges of fire that he couldn't even bother to notice one of the officers drag himself back to safety.
The scent of iron, grim as it was, danced across his chest. How many had been killed already? He could hardly feel his heartbeat through the sudden tightness the smell brought him. No, he was never the type for such massacres. Not by his own hands in the slightest. In any sane world he wouldn't be one so counted among the monsters with which he made tenuous alliance.
Shuichi would first move his ire to those who had drawn their attention to Kurokami, alas, the man had moved into melee. Barbaric methods. The smell and sound of eviscerating flesh never sat well in his stomach. A hidden tiger behind the Cheshire guise a playful cat. He was glad that his original guess was not that far off the mark.
The boy's scathing taunts could not help but to tickle Shuichi's own ears. Cruel and remorseless. Another monster without the pretense of disguise. "Like playing with your food?" The man's words had a bit of disdained bite to them, and, as if a cruel joke of fate, would enure that officer would have more than enough time to get a dead aim on his chest!
"GAGHK!" Had Shuichi's armor been only for show, there was no telling what kind of damage would have been wrought, how many lacerated organs, how many shattered bones. Instead, the man would stumble back as the bullet made a crater in his armor, metal caving in and ceramic plates shattering as they absorbed the powerful impact!
"Huuh." Shuichi growled an angered growl. He was hardly the man to play games like the capricious eldritch thing beside him, but the primal need for revenge consumed his reason. He took quick and sure aim as the boy easily tossed him into the air! "Gladly." With quick and sure aim, he would pierce a bullet right through the police officer's head!
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