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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 23:18:50 GMT -4
May 13th, 2074 at midnight
The alleyways of Kabuchiko. Filled with crime and shady dealings. The stench of death floated through the air as an figure limped his way through the place. The night was the territory of the villains and gangs of Japan. However the constant threat of heroes and vigilantes kept them alert and ready for any thing. Different gangs were placing bets on the side, gambling away the money they had stolen unsuspecting saps. The concrete was wet from the spring rain and the inky night matched the man's mood.
It has been two months since he was freed from Fuchu Prison. He had been wandering from place to place, feeding off whatever he found. His mouth watered for actual flesh, his large white canine teeth showing. His skin was completely made of black ooze material, every pore screaming out in hunger. He was wearing a trench coat, hiding from the unsuspecting crowd. He was a wanted man. He needed to stay low after his fight in the riots. Recover from the black blood he lost. He lost his meal to... children two months ago.
Two months since he lost to... those two. The two girls from UA. How could he be beaten by children? It was inconceivable. And his comrades were either caught or were hiding. He wasn't going to Ishtar and kiss her ass for busting him out. He didn't owe anything to her. She made the choice to free him and the other criminals. That made him no loyal to her than he was to anyone else. He only worked for those who would pay for it... and give him the next meal.
But he knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He needed to establish himself somewhere. Somewhere he couldn't be found. He had finally recuperated after the two months due to him using a large part of his quirk to fight the students. He had loss his clone in the fight, hurting him quite badly. Recovering blood was not that easy. But he needed somewhere to settle in and make money. He didn't want go through that again without support.
"So," said a man in brown trench coat with a cowboy hat. He handed him a list of people that needed to be taken care of. "These are the people we need you to take out for us. We find the skills you have is suited for this type of work." The long tounge of the black oozed man licked it's lips. "Consider it done. Half now, the other half when the job is done." The trench coat smiled. "Sure... just make sure to not lose to a bunch of students." The black ooze hissed, his disdain for the sacarstic joke hitting a nerve. "You're lucky that you are paying me," he said eyeing the man before leaving.
While he walked the alleyways of Kabuchiko, he didn't notice that he was being followed. His will to survive would be tested once more. The stench of death grew more with each step the man took.
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Post by Myrkul on Sept 5, 2020 21:31:47 GMT -4
Myrkul
Myrkul was furious when he found out what happened to Yang on the day of the riots. She had called him on his personal cellphone. A phone number he only gave her in emergencies. He almost broke the phone out of anger when the call had ended. Yang had informed him that she had gotten hurt and that the bastard who was responsible for it had gotten away because he used a clone.
It took him months to find out more information about this gentlemen. Even though the criminal was a wanted man and general information was easily available to the public about him, it wasn’t like the information told Myrkul where this bastard to could be at.
He had to make his way to where the crime was most prevalent at. The alleyways of Kabuchiko. It has been years since he last traveled these alleyways. He chuckled to himself thinking about the fake cover of being a drug peddler he created all those years ago. It was amazing how long that cover actually lasted. Of course it all changed when he took in his baby sister and raised her like she was his own kid.
Myrkul felt rusty at this point. So much has changed in the alleyways, he really needed to make more trips down here now that his so called child was in school. As he took in his surroundings, someone caught his attention. A cruel smile crept onto his face. This looked exactly like the man that Yang described to him in detail. He definitely look different then his mug shot. Luckily Yang had remembered every single detail of what the clone looked like before she destroyed it.
The murderous intent was almost seeping out of Myrkul but he had to calm himself. If he was going to be successful, he couldn’t let his murderous aura reveal him. Not yet anyways. When the timing was right he would make sure to make this criminal regret every single moment of crossing his precious baby sister. This was vengeance at its finest. He wasn’t doing this because he was getting paid to do it, this wasn’t a job. He was doing it because this unfortunate soul had managed to piss him off.
This criminal who was simply trying to escape from the prison system. He could understand why he was fighting so hard to get away but this bastard hurt someone precious to him. Which was an issue for an assassin. He had a weakness that could be exploited at any given time and if it came down to it, he probably would die for his weakness. Which is why he was so overbearing to Yang. He wanted to make sure she stayed safe from others and from herself. Her quirk was definitely unique and often left her defenseless. A good example is what happened during the prison break out. Yang did what she could until she couldn’t anymore.
It was this bastard’s fault. Myrkul wanted to make sure to repay this criminal every moment of pain that he caused to Yang. Myrkul had to wait for the perfect moment to strike. For now Myrkul utilized his stealth during this night time dark alleyway setting. It was almost calling to him. Like it was second nature to him. Maybe because it was second nature. He couldn’t help but fell alive.
Myrkul was wearing a dark trench coat with a tattered shirt, long dark pants, a facial mask that covered most of his face only leaving his piercing turquoise eyes visible, knee high boots, and black gloves. The perfect outfit to walk in these alleyways. It was able to conceal so much that he had on him to specifically harm this criminal.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2020 14:42:23 GMT -4
Every step he took felt like pressure on him. The black oozed man could feel the eyes of someone watching him. Then again it could be paranoia. The fear of being constantly hunted by the men who wanted him. As far as he knew the only enemies he had were the ones that wanted him back in prison- the heroes. Even from day one, they labeled as something evil. Something far worse.
flashback
The woman sat in her hospital bed, crying tears of sorrow. She had just given birth to a new life. This should be a day filled with joy and happiness. A mother should envision a bright future for their child and how life would be wonderful from this point on. But the moment she saw her child, she was filled with dread. She gave birth to... a monster. A demon that could not be recognized in her eyes.
The nurse came in, holding a baby swaddled in cloth. "Hello," the nurse said, trying to put on a fake smile. She was clearly afraid. This was not normal. Even by the standards set by today, her training didn't prepare her for this. "We have your child here. We have run some tests and..." The woman turned away from the nurse, tears flowing down her cheeks. "That... thing is not my child!" the woman yelled at the nurse. "Whatever that is, it devoured the other twin. It took another life in front of me!"
The nurse backed away in fear, sadness dwarfing in her eyes. Even if the child was different and did something so despicable, how could she not love it? It was her child. "But it was a survival instinct," the nurse said, trying to stand up for the child. "It didn't know better at the time-." The woman shook her head violently. "No! I don't want it near me! If you bring that baby near me, I will kill it! Get out! Get out!!"
The nurse sighed, walking out of the room. It would seem the child was going to be given up for adoption. It will grow up in the world with no one to love it. To care for it. She looked down at the child. Its skin was onyx black, and it looked like black ooze was coming out of every pore. It had enormous sharp, razorlike teeth jutting every which way out of its mouth. It slept quietly unaware of what it did and the world around him.
The nurse was scared. She was frightened at the possibility of what this could mean for others if he was not raised correctly. It was then when she made a decision. Despite her fear and angst, she would raise the child as her own. She would teach it how to survive in the cold harsh world and make its own path. She would be its mother.
Flashback ended.
He thought back to those times. He had to be a survivor. And in order to that, he had to be always alert. Always ready. He was always the hunter, never the prey. But this feeling that was on the back of his neck. This feeling told him otherwise. As though death had counted up his hours and the time for his end was near. But he would fight it and refuse his fate. So he continued down the alleyway looking for his target. Had he went back to where he found his mission, he would have seen the man in the trench coat laid on the ground, dead.
The man in the coat looked at his other targets. If the black ooze proved himself useful, then he would give him more jobs. The reputation that he would receive would be enormous. But unfortunately for him, that was his last thoughts before he was on the ground. The last thing he saw was cold blue eyes. They spoke of death.
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Post by Myrkul on Sept 9, 2020 22:15:29 GMT -4
Myrkul
Myrkul lurked in the darkness. This a simple task for someone like him. Luckily there was no one around who was able to detect him. Even though he could hide in the shadow, he couldn’t help the fact that he had to breathe or that his heart was beating. But if someone were to discover him, it should have happened already.
To his surprise the black ooze criminal had met someone in these alleyways. From what they were discussing, it only confirmed that this was one of the many people he had to hunt down. Unfortunately for him, Yang doesn’t wear a costume. So whenever they did 'vigilante' stuff together, he always killed the person that they hunted. Hence why he only took on the missions that involved the person needing to die. But he didn’t know the other criminals as well as this one in particular. It wasn’t like Yang paid enough attention to all of their faces, she only remembered the one. This made things hard for him. He needed to find out about the others and make sure to stifle them before they blab about the young hero with no costume.
Maybe he could get it out of the trench coat guy? Or he could at least attempt to. Once the black oozed criminal was somewhat out of sight, Myrkul quickly grabbed the guy in the trench coat and covered his mouth with his gloved hand. It was swift and silent thanks to Myrkul behind so well hidden. “Shhhh...” he whispered into the man’s ear. The guy understood but was stiff, he had no earthly idea how he was snuck up on or who this person was. Instead he was too busy thinking about how he could make money of the black ooze criminal.
Myrkul smiled. “I need some information” he whispered. With his free hand, Myrkul pulled out wallet sized pictures of the criminals that broke out of the Fuchu Prison and were still currently lose to his knowledge. As soon as the man saw the pictures, he was confused. Why did this stranger need to know about them? Myrkul saw the confusion on the man’s face and whispered into his ear. “I want to know where they are at, it would save me some time.”
The man felt conflicted because some of these criminals; even though they were caught, made him some money. That’s all he ever cared about. There were probably easier ways for this man to make money, let alone legal ways. But he preferred this life style. He wasn’t sure what this stranger would do if he didn’t tell him. There was an eerie silence before Myrkul spoke again. “I am going to remove my hand and you will tell me.” This wasn’t a request, instead it was a demand. Another period of eerie silence. The man had to contemplate on what to do next. Myrkul sneered, the man was taking too long and he was getting impatient.
He couldn’t lose sight of his real target and finally decided to no longer. “You will tell me now” he growled quietly and finally decided to no longer suppress his murderous intent. He could feel the man tremble a bit. But there was still no answer. Myrkul hissed out of anger. This man had some balls to not answer him. The black ooze man was getting further and further away, he was almost out of Myrkul’s sight. “Fuck this” he finally said out of frustration and snapped the poor guy’s neck. He then laid the poor man down on the ground for someone to find whenever and ensured that he didn’t leave any evidence tracing back to him.
He cursed to himself. He really wanted his information out of this man but he had to be so unwilling. Either way it was too late to take back now. Myrkul then made his way in the dark alleyways in stealth attempting to catch up with his target. Hopefully this criminal will have no other pit stops while Myrkul tracked him. He wanted to get his job done. A job that he assigned to himself so he could move on to the next person. Where ever that person could be at, he would track each one down no matter what.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2020 22:23:37 GMT -4
His target was an anti-quirker who wanted to push some stupid agenda on quirk tax. Apparently, the politician had been pulling a few backroom dealings. Trying to pull together some secret force to take down anyone who resisted. Why did he care? The politician was just another target to him, another paycheck he could add to his account once it was said and done. But the politician was also a meal for him. He was starved. He hadn't had the taste of flesh in so long. The hunger was the biggest weakness of his quirk. And, to be honest, he hated it.
Flashback.
Molly. That was the nurse's name. The woman that he called "mother". It never really play big importance to him even throughout his adult life and childhood. Molly did everything for him. Clothed him. Fed him. Cared for his. He remembered when he was five years old. The other kids wouldn't let him play a game with them. They called "ugly teeth" and "Black oozy monster." Those children spoke no more. They lived, but they did not live well. Multiple lacerations. Irreplaceable body parts. The school was immediately closed to hide the truth. Molly did all she could to cover it. Hiding the young boy away from the authorities.
"Momma," the ooze monster said to her one day. "Why can't I go outside?" The two were in the kitchen, playing a small board game between the two of them. "Because the world is cruel son," Molly answered. She hated this for her son. She wanted him to be happy. To be treated like a normal person. "People don't understand what they hate." The boy looked down at the board game, his blank white eyes filled with black, oozing tears. "But I didn't mean to momma," the boy said crying. "I was angry and... hungry. I was scared." The boy looked at his mother. "Am I a monster?" Molly remembered when he was rejected at birth by his biological mother. "You are my son," she said with a smile. "And that is all that matters."
Flashback ended.
The thought brought him some happiness. He had a mother that cared for him. That loved him. Until... The heavy feeling of death increased more than before. This was no coincidence. He stopped in the dark alleyway, standing in front of a brick wall. Dead end. Nowhere to run. He wasn't going to run through. "You're not the first to try to kill me," he said into the darkness. His blank white eyes glowed as night fell, challenging his pursuer. "So stop hiding and fight me." He knew he was not alone. He has been the predator before. But never the prey. This was a new feeling for him. The feeling of being hunted. The feeling of something happening and not knowing the unknown. This was fear. And he liked it. "No more games," he said looking behind him. "Come out and play. I have been looking for something to snack on."
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Post by Myrkul on Sept 18, 2020 8:05:56 GMT -4
Myrkul
Myrkul smirked. The black ooze guy finally noticed him and to top it off, he corned himself. Of course Myrkul remembered Yang’s warnings about this guy. His ooze did damage if it came in contact with flesh. He would need to be cautious considering he would need to touch this person for his quirk. It quite sucked that his quirk was so physical but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice especially considering that he was born with this quirk. He could remember the very first time it had activated.
~Flash back~
Myrkul was nothing more than a child at the time. He was playing in the forest when a rabbit had caught his attention. Of course he was still in this innocent stage and he wanted to catch the rabbit and pet it. After several failed attempts along with some scrapes and bruises, he was able to catch a rabbit. It wasn’t the first one he originally saw but it wasn’t like he really cared. All he wanted to do was pet a rabbit. But something happened that freaked the poor kid out. His hands glowed this black ominous aura and the rabbit had stopped squirming in his hands. It scared him and it scared him badly, he had dropped the rabbit fairly quickly. The glowing had stopped but the rabbit no longer moved. Was it dead? He wasn’t sure but as young as he was it might as well be. He ran sobbing. His father was at the door at the time about to head out to “work” when they bumped into each other. When he saw the young Myrkul so upset. He finally asked “What’s wrong son?” Myrkul sobbed throughout his explanation of what just happened. His father attempted to console him as best as he could but at the same time he had this sinister smirk on his face. Of course his kid had an appropriate quirk that matched his name. This was probably the first instance of many that Myrkul ever saw his father with this kind of smile on his face.
~Present day~
He laughed. This laugh he produced was definitely off, very off. It wasn’t a laugh of joy or pure happiness. Er well maybe it was happiness for Myrkul. It was a twisted laugh that very much matched his twisted personality. He finally stepped out the shadows. “I guess I’m caught” he said rather plainly. “I’m pretty sure you are wondering why I am following you” he told the man. From the look of the criminal’s face, Myrkul wasn't sure if the poor fellow was excited or scared shitless. It looked like a mixture of both. Mostly likely it was both because this criminal had almost the same job as Myrkul did. He had was a killer as well. This was probably the first time he ever felt like this. To be the prey of a predator. Myrkul smiled cruelly. “You managed to do something to piss me off.” The look of bewilderment was on the criminal. He didn't know who this man was in front of him. Who in the hell did he anger someone like this?
“Let me explain. You hurt someone precious to me” he hissed. The criminal had to think of who he could have hurt that was related to this man but at this time he was drawing a blank. Myrkul was angry and maybe it was the light reflecting off of his turquoise eyes but they seemed a bit livelier then they usually are. They say that eyes are the door to the soul and right now Myrkul’s soul screamed to kill this man. To make sure that this man felt every single moment of pain and then some that he caused to his baby sister. “See when you broke out of the prison, you encountered some students. One of those students was my sister” he kept explaining. This made the man wonder which one of the two girls he had harmed but when he got a better look at Myrkul even though Myrkul was disguised, he just knew it was the bitch who could wielded blood. Right this girl had gotten this criminal’s attention and in return he now had Myrkul’s full attention which was not a pleasant thing.
The criminal said some stupid remark that Myrkul could care less about. “I simply can’t let you live now that you know about her. I’m pretty sure you still remember the humiliation that she caused you” he taunted the man. He could see the man’s temper rise. It was obvious that this man felt very embarrassed to be defeated by two student heroes. “Let me put you out of your misery” he finally stated ungloving his hands. This was crucial for him to get that skin contact for his quirk to do what it typically does. His hands admitted this black aura that probably was next to invisible in the dead of night. He approached the man slowly being cautious just in case this guy was going to react with his quirk. Myrkul could only hope this guy would put up a fight. This way it would be more exciting. He did this while smiling cruelly underneath his facial mask. If this man saw the entirety of Myrkul's face he probably would be less excited and more scared for his future. Of course anyone who meets Myrkul didn't have much a future left, now did they?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2020 2:28:03 GMT -4
The black oozing monster looked at his adversary, bewildered by his statement. His sister? This man presented himself so boldly out of the shadows. He had a better chance of staying hidden from him. What game was this man playing at? His laughter to him spoke arrogance, as though he was looking down on him. He was afraid of this? He would clean his teeth with him.
“It matters not who you are or who you try to protect,” the man said licking his lips. “I will eat all of those who dare cross my path… including that “sister” of yours.” He knew exactly what the man spoke of when he said “two students”. Those girls from the UA. The one that sliced his clone into a million pieces. THAT ONE. “Your sister cost me a lot of blood? Do you know how many people I had to eat to get that clone she destroyed.” The oozing monster came closer to the calm yet creepy smiling gentleman. “But you would make up nicely for that. And after I kill you, I will visit your sister and pick my teeth with her bones.”
He probably pushed some buttons there as he watched the man’s quirk glow in his hands. So a touch-based quirk? Excellent. His skin was durable enough to take any slices the man could throw his way. And he was pretty sure he was faster than he was. Yes! Mother, are you watching? The oozed smiled thinking about how proud he would have made his mother. How she first introduced him into the hunt.
Flashback.
The smell of flesh. That was the first thing the nine-year-old’s nostrils when he entered the basement of the house with his mother. His black oozing feet leaving a trail behind him. His mouth drooled with hunger at the idea of finally getting to eat something- anything. His mother said she had a surprise for him. She was always so good to him. Getting him the things he needed since he was locked up inside of the house most of the time.
“Mother,” the boy said looking around the room. “What is this place?” The room smelled of death and fear. Chains hanged from the ceiling as blood splattered on the concrete floor. There was a man in the corner of the room, chained up against the wall.
The mother looked at her adopted son. “This is where I prepare your food,” the woman said, her expression remaining stoic. “You can’t survive on normal food. I am a good mother who wants to take care of you.” The fear in the man’s eyes spoke everything to the young boy. The woman was fired from her nursing job because of him. He took away his ability to support for her son. But that’s why she had a second profession.
She kneeled next to her son. “There are bad people in the world,” the woman continued. “People that want to be monsters to others. People that would take everything from you if they get the chance. People who care not how they affect others and go unpunished.” The woman smiled at her son. “You can help me. We can punish them- together.”
The boy looked in fear. But he was getting hungry. He wanted to help his mother. He looked at the man. “I am sorry,” said the boy walking closer to him. “But you are a bad person. And I am hungry.” The boy leaped at him like a predator as he screamed in horror.
End of the Flashback
The ooze learned from this. Everyone was a monster. And everyone treated him like a monster. His fangs bore at the man in front of him. And he was no one’s prey. “I hope you prayed to whatever god you serve,” the monster said as black tendrils sprouted from his back. “Because you will be seeing him real soon along with your sister.” His skin was thick enough. Whatever this man could do, he could not beat him. His heart and brain were protected by his quirk. No matter how much he cut him, he would regenerate from nothing. He had this fight in the bag.
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Post by Myrkul on Oct 9, 2020 22:04:32 GMT -4
Myrkul
Myrkul was enjoying this a bit too much. It has been so long since he had been a predator let alone he might have worthy prey. This would be definitely interesting. Myrkul was still approaching slowly but stopped as soon as the man spoke. His face had changed, he no longer was enjoying being a predator instead he was livid. This man attacked his precious sister because of her quirk?
They both had a blood quirk. Except his was obviously different. He could have a clone that was able to eat anything in its path. Myrkul had to be cautious because of that one reason. His quirk was definitely touch based but the criminal in front of him was probably guessing what it could do. At this point Myrkul could only do the same and make assumptions about the criminal’s quirk.
However to his surprise tendrils made of blood sprouted out of the man’s back. Myrkul blinked. This would definitely be a worthy battle. “What is your name?” he asked the criminal. Myrkul wanted to know the name of the man he was going to kill. Even though Myrkul did some background investigation on this criminal, names were always the hardest for Myrkul to remember. But whenever Myrkul wanted to know the person’s name that meant he wanted to remember this person and how they died by his hands specifically.
There was no telling if the man would answer him but it didn’t matter to Myrkul. He had no attention of losing to this criminal. But he had to figure out what he could do against this criminal. The criminal’s quirk was more interesting than he assumed. It was as if it was almost a part of him. But even Myrkul was bewildered on how this criminal became blood. He had to have a body somewhere in there right? Or at least organs. This was more complicated than Myrkul originally thought. He cursed mentally wondering why his young sister have to get involved with this criminal.
Myrkul would have to touch this bastard to find out to what extent this blood covered this man’s body. He sighed and disappeared into the shadows. There was no point to keep approaching the man in the open, he needed to be able to strike him to get his quirk off. But Myrkul wasn’t sure if he could at this point or not. The man was definitely arrogant and kept talking about his mother. This was weird. Very weird.
Myrkul quickly remembered to be hidden he needed to suppress his murderous aura. Once that was hidden, it was almost if blended into the night. Now all he had to do was wait for the perfect timing. The criminal was taunting him. A God? This man thinks Myrkul believes in a God? It made him snicker a bit but he had to hold his laughter to keep himself concealed.
The criminal kept ranting on about eating him and then his sister for his mother’s approval. This guy was super weird. Then again he was a monster who ate people how could he ever be normal? Of course who in the world be normal when in the life style that him and Myrkul lived. All he could do was wait for the perfect opportunity. This was always the painful part.
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