"The Boss" returns. [Kasey]

Waiting. That was what everything seemed to be. It was all a game of waiting to see who would blink first. Thundershock. The Boss. The Puppetmaster. Names few used, but had become an alias in some way or another. Kasey was not a player in this game, but rather was the piece they all shared, all possessed, and all moved. The closer you allowed her, the better she could protect, but at the risk of the same piece being forced by the other players' hands. It was a waiting game, to see who would press the button first. Who would start the war. Or would this single knight end the war, killing all of them, or would be be a reason for them all to unify. It was a wildcard. And some of them would have rather have not let things to chance.

. . . She pulled the knob to the rear of the car, again dropping the gears as she took the turn. She was not going to touch the breaks unless she needed to. She was not going to allow the car to shift or twist. The kegs, the crates in the back of the car changing the balance of the ride, something to offset the large engine in front of the car. She knew her job, she understood it all too well. But exposing her ties to Sato, was not something she easily agreed with. She didn't want any of them to tie her face in all of it. Her life was going well, but with the guise of her false and double life, her hero life, her vigilante side hobby, and her career as a villain were all on the table. But if Sato personally requested her to send it to him. She did it, just as he ordered, but she didn't like it. She was his personal assistant. She was a pharmacist before all of this. She had worked so many locations with different names until they caught wind that several paychecks were all being deposited to one account. That was how he found her, how he discovered her ethic, and here she was, delivering gallons upon gallons of liquor to a man that her brother's former girlfriend called her dad. A man, her boss considered as his own rival. How had it come full circle? How had it came to this?

She put the car into high gear, riding the bottom of them, something to keep a lower, quieter tone as she began to drive to his house, only to find what looked like him waiting for her. She turned off the headlights as she let the car continue to run, stepping out to address the man. "Heya, Amad. I bet you have some questions about your tailor now." she said it without emotion, as if she didn't care for a reply. "Where do you want me to drop it off? You wanna hand it over to your staff or you want me to drive in first?" she would speak, her body dressed in a black suit and tie and a red shirt. Her hands covered in black gloves that lacked finger tips, her head, a cap for her duties. ". . . You alright?" she asked, actually concerned... for some reason.

Anyone who had seen her, really seen her, could not be surprised at anything with her. The janitor who drove to school in a new car every other day, from simple cars, to supercars and hypercars. The assistant, the tailor who had gotten materials for dirt cheap, or the pharmacist who feasted on corpses. From those she battled, fought, could expect nothing less from her. From the spirit that lived within her, and the demon that housed such a peaceful creature. The demon that worked for the devil who has no different than his other bussiness counterparts. Even if they were at each other's throats most of the time, they still helped each other, protecting each other. If one pillar fell, they all would. Or, they would battle over the remains, the treasures of the now former. Kasey, would, and will always be, the tool puppeted by all of them for their benefit. The one variable that could aid them, or destroy them. A single mortal, who appeared to be far from the world. "Well that sure makes this a whole lot less awkward." she said in reply to his words. As he would instruct her, she would take the vehicle, and toss the keys to one of his servants, only after reaching into her ride to retrieve her personal shift knob.

. . . As she arrived with him, she couldn't help but envision Susumu, smiling, laughing as she wandered the halls, enjoying getting lost in the home of her adoptive father. Or at least, that was what Kasey believed it was like. That was how she was around Seki, but that man was alive no longer. Slain to her own hand, his body turned to dust, she had felt guilt, but no regret. She had answers now. Answers that would have justified killing Sato, but she had much more planned. Following the man, all she could do was remain silent as she was led into a maze, a puzzle of gates and elevators to his secret room, a vault it seemed. Whatever it was, he was either desperate, or had learned to trust the girl that Susumu, had called her big sister.

As she was led in, the pit, the hole of bodies, the discarded, the deceased, had caught her eye. The smell, the sight of it, had brought her to smile. While she had found herself wasting her time, to feast was something she could accomplish at least. Something that would justify all of her troubles. She turned her head, looking towards it, venturing a few steps to near it as he spoke to her. "Whatever you need. I'm on special request to deliver to you, however." she turned towards him, jabbing a thumb towards the pit of bodies, only to come up with her own plan. She would lose her smile as she asked, "I'll do whatever crazy thing you're trying to do yourself, and I won't ask questions, but I'm going to need to... dispose of a few of these bodies personally before we begin. Won't take more than a few minutes." she said, but also asked. What would be the man's reply?

If he okay'd it, she would simply hop into the hole, only for her mouth's fangs to grow into razor sharp fangs. As she sunk them into the bodies, the teeth would fuse, merging with the bones of the dead, only to absorb them, soaking and absorbing the bones leaving them as loose floppy meat sacks. After she had enough of her meal, she would reach out her left hand, and from her fingertips, the bones would extend past her skin, only to form and shape a skeletal creature with horns no taller than her shoulder. With it's horns would be to her eye level. her hand bloodied, would be set in her side, to stop the wound as she and her partner would climb out to assist the man.

". . . surgeries are often better preformed with extra pairs of eyes." she would say. Setsuna would join them of his own will. He would assist the man, changing the machine, cleaning the metal as needed as the girl simply would press buttons.

Her sister had the alias of Anubus. But it was Kasey, that possessed powered from beyond the gate of death.

Big sister. Little sister. Father. Uncle. Brother. Relations to other people had gotten confusing, messy even. It seemed as if she was related, connected to everyone in Japan in one way. She was a known to most, and a myth to others. Not many knew her other sides, but those that did, found themselves fearing what she had, or would begin to become. With her aid at her side, even he had to make note of it.

"As thou wisheth, Uncle Amadeus." Setsuna would speak, not turning to face the man as he would make his way to the computer, his own eyes watching the screen to follow the instructions given. Kasey took the book in her hands, looking through it, skimming the jist of it, looking towards Setsuna as he spoke to them. This man was their boss, for now at least. To work for him, wasn't a downgrade, nor an upgrade. It was a lateral change for her. At most, it would grant her powers within the confines of a single box, a room for talking and typing. The encrypted chatroom.

"I don't fail anyone." she told him, making her way towards Setsuna, mouthing words to him that only the two of them could understand. Something she learned as a child, some babbling and ramblings that were her own. "Don't worry, you won't die. I know enough to keep the bodies alive." she would tell him, and while it was not that reassuring of her work, it was something she said in efforts to comfort the man. If not for his own sake, or for her own relation for now, then for Susumu, the sister she never asked for.

But his death, was nothing she had planned for, and was not on her mind. For now, she would obey the computer, and all that it would tell her. And she would follow it down to the letter.

Setsuna, he was demon in every sense, but Kasey was the devil.

She was the face you feared, but was someone you wished to have beside you when you died. An expert on death, torture, and pain. Only because she had endured it all. Perhaps at her touch, she could turn a villain into a hero, or a hero into a villain. Her position in the world was solid, and unshaking. Anything she said, could, and might as well been the truth. She had the ears of the heroes, as well as the villains. She could have puppetted anyone, to do anything, if only she knew what she could really do. But she was kind hearted, and loving down to her core. It was just how she was. No matter how many times you wronged her, she forgave you. But to wrong those she loved... was to beg for mercy.

She would obediently follow every prompt and order she read and received. The machines to keep his body stable and his life supported. She figured she was going to have to mutilate him, but to build a cyborg, was something she didn't expect to do that evening. The two of them switching places, moving back and forth for them to focus and rest. The bone fingers of the creature tapping away at the computer to ensure the steps were followed, while the girl used the pads of her fingertips to gain grip, a proper hold on the machines to make sure they were all steady and prepared for use. Everything being removed, reattached, severed and mended, she found herself hungry, but she did not feed on him. She did not touch his remains. In moments where the machines could do the work for her, the pauses and moments, she had taken the time to run back to the pit to get a snack, filling her belly, cleaning herself before returning. She was careful, maticlate to ensure she was not the variable to mess things up. She didn't care for him, or Sato, or her job. She did it for Susumu. She owed her this much at least. To carry out his wishes and to make sure he lived. She would do her best to fill the holes she left behind. She would do her best to be the daughter he had lost...

. . .

"Suna, is that all?"

"I believe so. At least the big parts."

"Then do we wake him now?"

"I am not sure."

"He will wake, yes?"

"His heart still beats, for now at least."