Bucket gets a BONE (get it) [Kasey]

. . . She burrowed the weapon into his chest, throwing him against the door, breaking it down. The door laid flat onto the ground as the woman held onto her sword and the man who was gasping for his final breath. Her eyes red with the thirst for blood, her face hidden behind a mask. She breathed heavily, her clothing covered in blood, but it was not the man under her, for his wound was much more tame. She twisted the blade, pulling it from him, only to rise to her feet.

"Now, can anyone else answer my question?" She spoke out to anyone who would answer her. That was how her night was. . .

She walked the streets, her black cloak covering her body. It was no time to flaunt her wealth, or her purpose. The left side of her face was covered with bone, hiding part of her identity, while the rest was her own face. She peeked from behind her hood to the darkness of the night, wondering what kinds of people she could find to place under her payroll. Here was a place to find nice expendable people. You hired ten, for the price of one, simply because nine never made it back. It was easy work for her, and the one, or two on the rare occasions, went home with enough money to live care free for a year if they were reckless, or the rest of their life if they were smart. The robe covered her from head to toe, her feet wrapped in cloth, with a rubber pad on the base of her feet for grip. It was unlike her to not chose to walk nearly barefoot, but she had to change. She had to hide what made her, herself. She needed to become the new person she was.



Bones encased her hands, her forearms, exposing her upper arms. Her body was covered with a mesh, with a body suit over it. Her hair was pressed against her head as a short haired wig was on her face. The violet hairs danced with each step as the girl covered herself with the darkness of the night, as well as her black clothing.

"It's a lil late for you, ain't it? It's past your bed time, girly."

The voice caused her to turn her head. She came here for one thing, one purpose. But he took his step towards her, laughing as she neared. She knew the type. A meat head who thought he could muscle his way into anything. He wasn't good for business. He would be the first to squeal. She turned towards him, only to catch the few of his friends behind him, watching, observing, spectating. They were no better than he was.

The man got close, peering into the hood. The bone mask would begin to shape and grow, covering her face, leaving only her jaw exposed. "That's not nice, what happened to your pretty face?" Kasey did not smile, nor frown at the man. She reached up, her thumb pointing up, as if to tell him a good job. Instead, the bone that encased her hands would point, creating a spike, one she would jam through the man's neck and through his head, impaling him.

"Can anyone tell me where I can go, for some people looking for a job?" She would ask. Pulling her hand from the man's head, his body would fall onto the ground. All of his friends remained silent, for words at least. They grumbled and mumbled and brandished all of their own little knives and weapons. Kasey sighed. From her hands, she would conjure more swords born from her bone. She would run at them, slashing away. Upwards, downwards, sideways and back. She cut them open, pouring their sauce onto the ground. One man turned, dropped his weapon and ran. Kasey chased after him, jumping at him. Pouncing on her prey, she spun him around. But as he staggered, she dropped on blade, only to shove the other with both her hands into the man's chest, right over his heart. She charged forward, throwing him into a closed door. Only the door would break, letting them both fall onto the tavern floor.

The man would take his final breath. Kasey rose from the dead man, pulling her blade from him, cleaning the edge on his clothing. "Now, can anyone else answer my question?" she asked to all that would hear her. "Anyone looking for a job?"

Go figure. Out of all of the people she could have ran into, it had to be him. Out of all possible people she could have run into... it HAD to be him...

She didn't need to know his name as he approached her. The object on his head was an answer enough. She stood from him, distancing herself as he inspected the body. He was a nut, and if this was going to get her to get that man on her side, well, it was good enough for now at least. She didn't really come for a fight, but it was something she was not presented with.

"Why would I kill you?" she would say, lifting her blade to point at him. She looked around the tavern, and out of respect, dragged the body with her, outside, allowing the blood to not stain the floor. She reached to the collar of the cloak, dropping it over the now deceased man. From under the garment, she could be seen in her standard business attire. A deep navy vest over her ivory shirt. Pinstripes as dark as the night sky running downwards. A black clip on tie on the front of her collar, and black slacks to match. Kasey rolled her shoulders, cracking her back as she tried to limber up before the chaos she was surely about to get herself into.

"If you die, then I can't exactly hire you." she would explain to him. "Unfortunately, Bucket, I didn't come here to kill you. But if this is what it takes to get your attention, I suppose I can be more interesting than Shocky Shoo." she tried to reason with him, but he seemed to be someone who was much too empty headed to speak.

"Though, I can't seem to understand. Are you simply looking to suffer, or to actually die?" She would tell him, "I'd prefer something that is drawn out with pain, rather than a swift end to my-"

"The fuck are you saying?" The voice of Setsuna would cut in, trying to grasp what the girl was doing.

"If any of us know how to reason with the insane, it would be me."

She smiled, bowing before the duel, that was, if it went that way. ". . . life."

Well, that certainly seemed to do the trick. To suggest poor ideas to a man who seemed to have the mental capacity of an infant seemed to work in her favor. To take up a few tricks and techniques from a little spar from someone without the fear of death? Now that seemed enjoyable. To bleed him, and when wounds healed, would serve her for a simple task. Perhaps even if so, if she fed his desires, he would instead be her own pest, rather than Thundershocks. Even if an annoyance, she wanted all and evert pawn at his disposal. Even those that swore to not align, she knew she would sway them with enough to offer.

As he stepped away, Kasey clasped both hands to her weapon, the bone gauntlets around her fusing with it for a moment to divide in to two separate blades. As the thing swords were crafted, they would grow in their girth, into larger more formidable katanas. A sword in each hand, she was ready to deal with whatever he was about to throw at her, but at this point, it was nothing more than a simple street sign. It was metal, probably cheap aluminum. Being in practically the ghetto , almost ensured that it was rusted on the inside out. But still, a cut was a cut, and it was an injury she was not going to allow herself to take.

His hand clutched the metal, breaking and bending the post to his ease, wielding his own weapon. Kasey was unsure of what to expect from him, but with someone as simple minded, he surely had a quirk of the same. But he would take his weapon, and turn towards her, addressing her with a threat.

"Well, it's not like I can't try again." she would say with a bit of a laugh, "and again, and a again.." her voice drowned out, standing there, waiting for him to move. She was going to have to enrage him enough to make the first move, if not, then she was going to have to resort to her own plan B.

Whatever the actions were to follow, Kasey was already at a disadvantage. She had her quirk wrapped around her for him to see, and she knew near to nothing about him. If anything he said was true, then he was strong. But still, his intentions were that of a simple minded fool. But still, even fools could level a city with the right quirk. She had to play carefully, and cautiously. But still, she had to fight back, simply defending and countering would get them no where.

She remained, wondering, following his body with her eyes, as well as the second set that watched from behind her eyes. They had to gather as much information as they could, for now at least. He was an idiot who tried to bait people to attack him first. Kasey would do the same, not for the reason of her advantage, but his own disadvantage. If he was used to reacting, rather than taking action, surely she could watch him make a fault, and exploit it. All she needed was a single failure, and all she would have, the only factor she could play onto, was the sign.

But instead he would take his move to the side, moving clockwise towards her. She would mirror the same, keeping her distance from him. It was a careful measure, and one she would have made herself. With only a dozen meters between them, she could not risk a mistake. As he took his large step forward, he swung the sign at her. Taking both blades, she first stopped the sign with her left blade, the edge cutting into the metal. Her second sword would follow, crashing next to it, to land onto the same wound. It would slide through the pole of the sign, cutting the reach, and turning it from what seemed to be a makeshift halberd, to that of a small spear.

She would follow through with her motion, her body twisting counter-clockwise, her feet moving with the motion to gain a few more feet of distance between him and her. He would face him once more, her blades held in front of her. Her right hand pressed at her side, while her left was between them. It was as if he was in a hand-to-hand martial arts pose, only she held blades. With them still bonded to her own bones, she was in full control over the shape of them, for now at least. If he was mad enough to attempt to grab them by the blade, then she too, had her plan ready.

Kasey may have been stupid, but she was not an idiot. For now, her blades were weak and soft. There was no reason to display her full power against someone who was so unknown to her. She had to play it cautiously, but in a way that she didn't hold back. She needed to continue her double strike method, for now at least, until she knew what kind of person she was really facing.

As he begun to speak, Kasey took the chance to grow more distance from him. Running backwards, she was careful to not get swept off her feet, or to fall over any rocks or debris. She needed distance. Distance, was time. She would have a larger window to react, and she could at least throw bones at her comfort, that was, unless he had something of the same.

As he crossed his arms, growling, preparing his own move. Kasey's own mask would grow to cover her face, and from her hands, would grow to shield her arms. She had to protect herself, for there was no telling what was going to happen. But with his right leg lifted, Kasey could only assume he had some sort of sound quirk, one that resulted in him wearing his bucket helmet. She put her hands together, both swords fusing into one in her right hand. Her left would reach up to shield her face from the force. Instead, she was met with dirt and dust. With her face covered, her mask would shield her eyes. This was no attack, it was some cover. But his advantage was her own. She dropped low to the ground, like a crouch and made her way to the side, moving again.

As she moved, she would see the dust move as something charged through it all, pushing it aside. The sound of the hollow tube pass through the air as it landed on the side of the pub. Did he have a quirk at all? Was it simply strength? She didn't know, but for now, she was prepared to deal with what came to her.

She would remain in her stance, waiting to see where he would come from when the dust settled. For now, she waited.

She might have been daft, but she was not a fool to take a threat lightly. After all, she was one who did the same, only to mutilate some and destroy all of their remains. Would he be any different than her? They were villains in this world after all, who was to say they weren't alike? No, that was a foolish idea. To think herself to be the same to someone like him. Even if he killed, villains, or anyone, even if he ate them, would the reason behind his actions matter? Did anything matter?

She took another step to the side. If anything, memorizing where she was before the dust rose, was a sure way to get hit by his next attack. She took her step, and from the dust, two fists would fire and crash into the side of the tavern. Before she could do anything about them, they returned. To the dust. Kasey begun to move quickly, circling around, creating more distance with every step. To her amazement, he did seem to have a good deal of range. But at least, now she had an idea of what she was dealing with. Watching, she would watch him swing his hands it seemed, chains, to clear the dust.

He would speak, and his right hand would be aimed and thrown at her. Her eyes followed the chains from his body, the limb shot at her. Her blade still in her right, as she watched his next attack. A straight burst of his attack. Kasey begun to make her way towards him, allowing the fist to pass her. her sword would swing, crashing into the chains hidden in his limbs. Her swords as strong as bronze. It wasn't enough to break them, but the force alone should have been enough to crack them, or at least dent them. But as she reacted, so did his other limb. From her side, she could see his other arm, the sound of the chains and the object cutting through the air, the sounds of wind heard, enough for her to turn. Against her wishes, she jumped backwards, away from his right, and towards his left, jumping over his arms.

She would begin to take more steps back, given him more and more distance. Even if it seemed to play to his advantage, it was Kasey who was enjoying herself. "Chains are only as strong as the weakest link." she spoke, her eye catching the count on the chain. All she had to do was hit it a few more times and the man would be without his hand. She needed something that could hit more than once, something that could be used over and over again. But for now, she would wait for his next attack.

And she would see what weapon to use.