Murder and Misunderstandings [Niso]

Niso had been more than a little bored for a few days now, but with the numerous sources of work he could pull from he didn't have to stay bored for long. With the mad doctor alphonso...alFonso? However you spelt it, he could just kill any random punk with a quirk who wouldn't be missed and get a nice chunk of cash for depositing the corpse. Eternity kept him with a nice home and a nice chunk of work when they needed someone who couldn't easily die in the face of opposition, and finally some weird girl with an oni mask who offered him the odd hit job...but right now he was just...so bored. Gugh.

Setting up his home on the roof of the eternity gang's apartment building had been nice and fun, but there was only so long he could enjoy it without going stir crazy. A slow breath flowed out of his nose as his features scrunched up with some frustration at the concept that he was just left sitting here bored. Kyoko had no work for him right now and the woman in the mask didn't seem to have much going on either. As professionals they picked their targets well he supposed, and Niso didn't feel like going through the effort of finding someone with a quirk and following them to a secluded alley and blah de blah de blaaaah. Ultimately, he had one solution. The internet.

Cute dog videos sated him for a little while. It didn't last however.

With some help from Kyoko however he'd found himself searching about the dark web. Well this was fun. The snuff films not so much but the illegal calls for hit jobs and the like was definitely a good find. Turns out that while a certain crow themed villain was finding work through one source, this ice cream themed crook was making enemies left right and center with his business practices. It wasn't hard to find another job to kill a guy who sold drugs to kids afterall. The pay didn't really matter to him, but the excuse to kill, and someone doing something so deplorable...declorable? Anyway, it was a good find. Niso had very few rules, but harming children was beyond his limits. They were creatures solely consisting of free will and chaos, without the sense yet to conform to societies rules, or have a concept of death strong enough to fear it as he did. You brought harm to them, you were pretty much gonna be dead in his eyes anyway.

Arriving on the scene late at night, Niso had climbed the fire escape of a tall building near the ice cream factory, taking out some bincoulars he'd borrowed from another member of eternity...well borrowed was a kind word, but if he remembered he was gonna give them back so it hardly mattered. His eyes peered down the binoculars, watching the exit, but more importantly spotting a cloaked figure not far away either...were they waiting for the target? Probably some sort of body guard who'd went ahead to check the route. A guy like this was probably smart enough to get hired help like that. Niso was briefly annoyed that this mightn't be as straightforward as he hoped...buuut, actually, come to think of it, this was even better! Two kills for the price of one, and at least one of them was bound to be an interesting bit of a clash. Stepping up from his sitting spot at the edge of the roof, he finally saw the target leave the factory, approach the other gentleman, and at that point, Niso felt assured the two of them had some sort of connection. It didn't take much. Of course if he'd continued watching he would have seen the fact that he was handing money out towards the target, but for now...well he was gonna have fun using what little information he had.

Skipping a few steps back along the roof, Niso briefly considered if this was a good idea....aaaaand ignored the conclusion. With how powerful his quirk had been getting he was pretty sure he could survive this. He lowered his stance, wiggled his butt in an almost comical fashion, and a flash of darkness rushed over his skin, his eyes turning solid white and his smile becoming a sheer white strip across his face, turning himself into something far harder to recognize as...well, himself, but with defining features still present. Ultimately he'd made a mask of his own skin to ensure eternity had some sense of safety should this somehow go wrong.



"Time to go!~"

Rushing with a full sprint towards the edge of the roof, Niso kicked off the edge and bounded himself off at full speed, his body hurtling through the air, wind wipping across his clothes and through his hair. He hadn't really done much to measure the distance, but with his momentum he was doing his best to aim himself at the cloaked figure, hoping to take out the bodyguard first. If he connected, Niso's relatively light frame wouldn't really do much even with this hurtling motion, probably knocking the guy onto his face and using his body to break his own fall before tumbling off of him and skimming across the floor, the sound of a few things snapping still sounding out as multiple limbs dislocated and a fair few scrapes formed across his clothes and skin.

Should he miss however, yeah, he'd still skim across the ground like a pepple across water. Ultimately he'd still be very hurt, though rather than react as one should, groaning in agony, he'd begin to chuckle and giggle, his broken body slowly rising from the ground like a puppet tugged by strongs, and a rapid spin about to face the other seemed to have him...fixed. Muscles tugged at bone, popping his limbs back into place by force and leaving Niso standing at his full height. He still was clearly injured, multiple cuts and scrapes showing on his blackened skin through his clothes, but holding his eerie smile as he faced the cloaked figure.

"Hola me amigo! Como estas?~" He had no idea what he just said.

Niso's body still ached from the self launching but it was at least a little better since he'd used the other person to break his fall to at least an extent. His darkened face didn't portray any of his pain, nor would it have were he displaying his normal face. Pain wasn't something Niso really registered anymore after the life he'd endured, and when you healed any injury, pain simply did not matter anymore. His smile remained through it all, even giggling through some instances of pain, but in this moment he focused on the white haired individual he still believed to be some agent of his target's, grinning nice and wide through his blackened skin as he shifted towards them, his legs almost seemed limp as he swung along the ground to get closer, truly a puppette on stings in the way he shifted, always finding that creeping out, or better yet, scaring his foes tended to improve his odds of obliterating them when it came to it.

"Oh wheeeeeere you now? Well excuse me I better let the two of you continue your conversation! Or rather, I would, if I did not have business with the man myself.~" His tone was chipper and disconnected, almost as though he was talking from a perspective that couldn't be related to even given the situation the three men...two men and a boy, found themselves in.  His eyes flickered towards the man he was to kill, though without pupils defining his eyes that wasn't so easy to tell, though alastair being so close may have noticed the shifting of his wholly white eyes. "Now, why don't you be the one to do me a favor and toddle along. I can assure you, you'll be solely dissapointed if you try to continue your business with him now that I'm here.~"

While Alaster was the more cautious of the two Niso was certainly the wild card of the pair, his shapeshifted mask asthetic remaining cheery even in the face of what seemed like it might be a bit of conflict between the two. Whether this man was a bodyguard or a client, Niso didn’t WANT anyone getting in his way, but to have someone get in his way certainly made things more interesting, and hey, why was he killing someone in the first place if not because he was bored? He rolled up his sleeves in a comical fashion, chuckling through his eerily white smile and raising his fists in a loose position, clearly not a trained fighter, even mockingly hopping from one foot to the other like boxers did in more comical media.

“Oh don’t worry, I make up for my lack of smarts in charming wit~” He did no such thing but it felt like a clever enough comeback. He watched as his true target stood off to the side, seemingly interested in seeing how this all turned out rather than running away entirely. Well that made things a little easier. Once he was done with this white haired fellow he could deal with the-

Oh. Knife in the gut. That didn’t belong there ow ow-AND a kick to the gut to really make it sting. Niso’s exceptionally light frame tumbled backwards, head over heels before landing on his ass again with ease, groaning in brief sense of pain before giggling as he through his head back. Despite the instinct to hold a hand over his gut where he’d been stabbed…he was bleeding exceptionally little. His stomache clearly had a hole in it, fleshy tones and deep red seeping through his cut shirt and jacket, but while blood was present, it seemed his bleeding had stopped ridiculously quickly. “Ooooo!~ You don’t mince words! Always good to be going up against someone who isn’t afraid to make the first move!~”

Looking about himself briefly Niso hoped his eyes would find a weapon of some sort. Given it was an old, misused factory he’d think there’d at least be a loose brick or something, but the most he spotted was a white tub of…paint? Something like that, laying beside a trashcan. Grasping the thin metal handle he tossed his arm across himself, flinging the item at his attacker (even if he had attacked first) and, while he was blinded by the midair spillage of what was actually week old ice cream mix, Niso ducked low and tried to tackle his gut.

If Niso succeeded in getting him to the floor, he’d grin over him, pinning him under his knees and begin to pound his face with weak, but unrestrained punches. It was like getting hit by a child. Ultimately no permanent damage would be done but you could tell that absolutely nothing was being held back to say the least.

If the tackle failed, Niso would catch himself on his hands like a wild animal moving on all fours, a bit of shifting his bones and he could move like this more naturaly than most, still appearing somewhat like a puppet, his motions unnatural for a normal human, but with full control over every muscle fibre and cell in his body it was all too natural for the mad little chaos lord to manage. Should he have indeed missed he’d keep his stance low, unpredictable, and ready to move at a moment’s notice and strike again, giggling behind his unmoving smile as he prepared for an opening for his next attack. He’d especially be giggling if his foe was now coated in stale ice cream.

Niso wasn’t the strongest person despite how durable he could be, so the punch was easily stopped when it was intercepted and the skin mask he was using turned to a faintly surprised expression as he took in the fact he’d been stopped, glancing off to his own fist beside his face where it was stopped and leaving himself completely open, a cut opening across his cheek, flailing off to the side and gripping it with a hiss, the blood pouring out as his conscious control over his cells was distracted by the pain, but just as his skin mask began to fade and reveal his face the bleeding stopped and the wrily skin puppet managed to rise to his feet, the wound on his cheek still wide open but slowly starting to squeeze together and heal even as he tried to speak, his tongue curiously poking through the sudden opening before hissing in pain and reminding himself not to do that again until he was healed.

Still in a low stance but ultimately on his feet, he was ready to lunge again before the gun was pointed at him. Okay he could survive bullet wounds but he had to keep an eye on his aim to make sure he didn’t take a bullet to the head. His breathing was low and shallow and his real face revealed, ready to take this seriously as he tried to think of his next act. At least until the man spoke, quirking his brow as he actually took in his words and realized what he was saying. His own lips parted as he thought on what was actually being said, before realizing, ESPECIALLY with the gun shot, they were both here for the same reason.

His eyes shot across to the man he was here to kill as he tried to flee, watching him hit the floor as his leg was shot and snickering a little at his misery. Niso slowly rose up to a fuller height, shoulders still faintly hunched low though it only seemed natural for him, and his now fully apparent real face much more present. “Wait, you’re here to kill him too!?~ I thought you were doing business with him!”

Spotting the man still trying to crawl away even with the bullet wound, Niso held up a finger with a bright smile and walking across to the target they were both here to claim. He stepped across, planting a foot firmly down on the bullet wound to help display they were on the same side, his distant smile bright across his face as he presented himself with idle gestures. “Name’s Niso, or, Pinocchio if we’re using aliases! I got a job to kill this guy too and I thought you were gonna want him alive. Oh boy was this a cookie misunderstanding eh?~” He heard the man whimper in pain and twisted his heel into the bullet wound, forcing them to yell out in agony as Niso gestured to the muling man on the ground with an ecstatic expression and a very clear offer. “Sooo…are you the quick and painless type, or shall we drag this out a bit?~ I assume we were both hired separately so no harm in killing him together!”

As the cries of pain came from their target, Niso was showing he was no creature of mercy. As someone who was all too used to pain and agony, he had an oddly affectionate, yet long distance relationship with it. While he never truly experienced pain the same way others would anymore, he knew its every secret, it’s ever little trick. He knew just how to twist his heel into the bullet wound to really make this man cry out in Agony, pushing more of his weight down on that same leg as he leaned over his knee, watching him try to scramble away, but his attempts all but pathetic as he tried to act through the pain.

He was only drawn back to his new ‘companion’ when he mentioned recognizing him. Niso’s sadistic smile fading somewhat as he met the eyes of the other person and straightened up his own stance. “CrazyCrow huh? Hm…rings a bell but for the life of me I can’t remember if we’ve ever shared words…” He shrugged casually but smiled oddly sweetly as he pressured the bullet wound further, his sweet expression held with a cry of agony in the background behind him, as though he was completely innocent in regards to the pain he was inflicting right this second.

As his offer seemed to be eagerly taken, Niso held his sadistic smile once again, lifting his foot to downright stomp on the round to make sure the pain would radiate through the mans entire body, borderline cripping him with agony alone as Niso crawled up to his side, opposite to where Alaster now stood. A second layer of skin rose up across Niso’s face once again, black and white holding a chesire version of his own creepy grin as he looked down over the man. “OOoo. So this is a little personal for you too huh? Ya know I never really hold vendettas or grudges, but some people are just tooooo vile to let go on their merry way don’t you think?~” He leaned in closer, his voice had been slightly muffled by the second layer of flesh, but started to come out as a sinful hiss as the white smile on the flesh layer parted and snapped as strings of skin cells grew thinner and thinner. ”Selling Drugs to kids now?~ Tsk Tsk Tsk.~”

AS alaster mentioned getting a photograph, Niso idly commented. “Send me a copy in the villain chat later. I’ll show it to my employer…though with how angry he was I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just getting a picture of his mangled corpse.~ Destroyed face and all…~”

Still, Alaster came up with a good point. They were still out in the open as Niso realized from quickly glancing about, and nodded as he grabbed one of the arms, dragging Akuma in behind them as they moved back inside the warehouse he’d been using. He snickered along as he listed off all the people who’d never care to find him, giggling to himself through the re-sealed flesh of his mask’s smile bringing it out in a muffled manner but delight shimmering through the fake expression as they yanked this lard ass’s ass back inside, away from the potential prying eyes of the random civilian.

As they got Akuma inside and likely down into the nearest chair Niso could find, Niso rubbed his hands together, the white smile of his mask curling further up his cheeks as he showed a clear sense of delight in the acts to come, licking his lips under his mask, cracking his knuckles, and popping any fingers that remained. “Every choked on a chicken bone mister?~ I don’t mean the usual kind. I mean that sneaky chicken bone that sneaks it’s way into your supposedly boneless strips. That nice, soft meat suddenly filled with a hefty chunk that makes it so hard to swallow…”

Niso threw an arm out to his side, and it went…unnaturally limb. Every bone from his elbow down had dislocated in one fluid motion, and Niso stepped towards Akuma with a malicious smile, yanking his jaw open with his other hand, and slowly beginning to force feed him the loose flesh that was now his forearm, forcing it down his throat and causing him to choke on one of the most horrific things he’d probably every experienced. “This’ll be…kinda like that.~”

(Feel free to skip over the torture I just wanted to get that one image out of my head.)

Watching Alaster pull out the vial of poison when the torture began, Niso backed away, snapping and popping sounding from his arm as the muscle tissues within slowly re-arranged his bones back into place in his fleshy arm so that they could all be settled back into their normal arrangements. Briefly he had a bone from his pinky finger stuck in the space between his bicep and forarm, pinching into the space of his elbow, but a bit of re-working and fiddling had it back to normal in no time, leaving Niso to comfortably watch as Alaster had his turn…though as he saw the man work with poisons, and the fact he hadn’t used anything special before, Niso tilted his head and began to wonder…he’d ask about it later, as for now they had a lot of work to do…~

*One horrific series of torture later*

Niso drew himself out of the room they’d used to torture the man just as Alaster was handling the pictures. Had to get the angle just right to make them really look as dead as a doornail…wherever that saying came from, and Niso didn’t have much of an eye for phorography, even when it was as simple as this. He’d been more eager to spend about a minute just exploring the ice cream factory, idly finding the man’s office and starting to root about wildly, ripping out drawers from their desk and banging on any buttons he could find, though some were clearly just automated intercom messages that announced break times and the like. Huh. Never would have expected drug dealers hiding product in ice cream got breaks. Guess you learn something new every day.

Eventually he’d managed to find the punk’s safe under an empty file drawer, tipping it over with ease and sticking his ear to the metal floor safe, as if that would even do anything as he blindly began to spin the dial left and right to no avail, Alaster likely finding him once they’d shared the image their employers both needed, Niso getting an oddly sadistic chuckle out of it too.

“Don’t mind me just…being nosy.” He idly commented before pulling his head from the floor, giving up on the safe and idly starting to collect all the small baggies of drugs that had been hiding around the office. Seems he was the kind to partake in his own product. Probably had something to do with why he was so dumb as to hide it in ice cream trucks to distribute it. “Hey you mind if I keep these. I hate drugs myself but I’ve got a friend who’s really into them for some reason.” He spoke about the drugs as if he was collecting some nerd merchandise or something. Like the pound of cocaine in his hand was actually a pack of yu-gi-oh cards and he was casually just asking if he could keep them for his friend. He was at least remaining honest however, he showed no nerves and it was very clear he indeed was just keeping them for a friend of his.

Whatever the case, he’d leave them if told no, or take them if there was no comment made. He didn’t exactly care if someone tried to track him down over a pound of missing cocaine. The biggest drug dealer in the city was Thunder, and he’d happily take any excuse offered to bleed all over that prick. Dusting himself off he’d stand at his full height, idly tapping his foot with his arms crossed over his chest. “As for the mess…I’ve always been a fan of fire. Do you like fire?~” He grinned from ear to ear, again his tone just…idly neutral, as if he was speaking about something mundane, like asking if someone liked game of thrones, though instead of a popular HBO program, he was referring to arson.

Niso looked to the…what. Ounce? Is this what an ounce looked like? No it was a pound surely…or a kilo? Fuck he hated all these measurements. Bottom line is it was a hefty pillow of assorted drugs he didn’t care to identify and as far as he was concerned Luzia had proved her ability to get off on anything and everything, so he was happy enough to deposit it in the rather deep inside pockets he’d had sown into his jacket to hide weapons with a shrug. “This should do her. If I ended up carting out the whole stash for her I don’t think she’d survive until next week.” He held a nonchalant smirk to the idea of his best friend passing away from an overdose, but such was the nature of Niso, never able to truly connect with anyone without a hint of disconnect from reality remaining in his eye.

Still, for now, him and this alaster chap were of a like mind, his lips curling into a sickeningly chesire like smile, almost seeming to tear into the flesh of his cheeks to make it, but fading back to normal so quick that it was hard to tell if he was about to do damage to himself to expand his fire loving smile. He quickly grabbed the nearest rod-like object and took it to the boss man’s desk, breaking the thing down mercilessly into tinderwood to start the fire as Alaster took a more logical approach and looked for a strong fuel to get them started. All the same, by their powers combined, they were arsonists, and with the question aimed to him Niso could only scoff.

“What self respecting criminal leaves house without a lighter?~” He chuckled a little. He’d actually started carrying it around to light Luzia’s cigarettes for her, but he had to admit, the thing certainly came in handy. Lighting the spark, but not about to give up the lighter to the flames, he caught fire to a loose bit of paper around the office, and blue the smouldering ashes towards the flames, turning about and closing up the lighter as he gestured to the exit as the flames ignited behind him. “Shall we?~” Again he smiled wide, not quite as chesire like, but with a certain niso flair to it, like this had been a night at the carnival and he was the show-master leading a patron to the grand finale of the show.