Packing Up & Getting Out (Niso)

Niso hadn’t actually had to do much for Kyoko when he thought about it. That woman did solely want loyalty from him and he was happy to give it with how generous she could be to his wants and whims. He had his own home, a cooky little place on the roof of her apartment, and of course Niso himself was still allowed to do pretty much anything he desired. When he was given a job, like he had been over the past few weeks, it was even one he enjoyed. Kyoko did all the hard work of course, tracking down his targets, and telling Niso what to grab from them so she could track the next. A start of finding one of their connections was using counterfeit bills had lead to them finding one of their distributors was accepting them, from some idiot in an alley, who in turn was getting them from some big mouthed man who had been using him to buy things on his behalf. Keep his face out of the light and all that.

Well, suffice to say. He’d been working his way down the line. It was a rather blood ordeal, I’ll save you the gory details, but people tended not to be in the business of well…’doing business’, once you’d caved their heads in with a baseball bat.~

Speaking of which, Niso had such a weapon with him today. He’d decided to go for a mixed aesthetic today, try and liven up his usual wardrobe choices. Dealing with a counterfitter, he decided to go for something more stereotypical of such white collar crime, wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a long black tie that nearly reached the bottom of the shirt, hanging a little loosely from the collar. He wore a rimmed hat…a fedora? No no, perhaps more accurate to call it a trilby. Regardless he felt he looked quite dapper. In one hand he idly swung his baseball bat, in the other he carried a boombox of all things, and on his back, a pink hello kitty back pack holding all his other little tools.

As he arrived at the door Kyoko had tracked down this little counterfitter to for him, Niso placed down the boombox and quietly began to set it up, One of his favorite songs playing, a nice, upbeat tune with a lot of energy to it, enough to be heard muffled through the door, though not enough to drown out the knocking as he lightly wrapped his knuckles against the door…nothing? Oh well. This is where it got fun he supposed.

“Alrighty then. Guess I’ll be letting myself in.~”

Adjusting the volume dial with his foot to blast his music louder, Niso hummed lightly to himself and rolled back his wrist, catching the baseball bat over his shoulder and wacking it firmly against the weak point of the lock mechanism inside the door, slamming the wooden surface repeatedly until it finally burst open, Niso swaggering in with an exaggerated stride, though stopping, his wide smile dimming just a few steps in, as he realized that the person wasn’t exactly running and was just sitting waiting for him.

“Awwwwww. You’re no fun.”

As the supposed counterfeiter remained cool and calm Niso just grew more disappointed, idly switching the boom box off with his foot and hooking his pink backpack around to his front about his shoulder, ruffling his brow as he started to flick through the items he’d brought that there was no longer any point for. He dropped some clear torture implements on the floor, some rope, jumper cables…that was only for if he found him in an abandoned car lot and could steel the use of a random car’s battery. Ultimately he just idly tipped the bag upside down, sighing as it all went to waste and fell down to the floor on his ass, huffing a little, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

“Well, aren’t you clever?” He sighed heavily again, as if his fun had been taken from him as though it was a physical object. Sure he could still tie this guy up and torture him but without the chase it was far less fun. As he started asking questions Niso rolled his head back idly and shrugged a little before finding his way back up to his feet. “Oh just my boss. Noticed there were counterfeits in circulation. She was really impressed someone had the gall to use them as payment to her, soooo…thinking that they must have been so good they tricked everyone down the line, it was my job to track it to the source…with her help of course. She’s still the brains of the operation…I’m the er…the er…” he snapped his fingers, trying to think of a word then shrugging. “She called me the berserker once. Apparently I’m that.” He gave another casual shrug and smiled before stepping over, and with no warning he’d firmly walk past the man as he slapped his sizeable forehead.

“SO! How’d ya do it?~ Some nice machine I can bring back to the boss I hope.~”

“Muscle huh? Hardly sounds like me. I mean.” Niso casually took off the jacket of his suit and swiftly rolled up his sleeve, display the toned but still somehow very scrawny arms he had. It was like his muscle was both well formed but also anything but impressive in equal measure. He could probably throw one hell of a jab but looks like his arms would snap like twigs if he tried lifting too many shopping bags at once. “Does this look anything like muscle to you? I mean by god you’d think with perfect control over my own biology I could beef these things up a bit.” He flicked his bicep causing little actual reaction, though he did pretend to make his arm fall and go limp as if he was just that weak, before chuckling at himself and putting his jacket back over his shoulders, adjusting the edges a little before resting his back against the now closed door behind him. “Though I suppose even without muscle, I am certainly the one pulling the weight for her. Though I’d favour that more to my tenacity and determination than any ‘muscle’ so to speak…~”

With the conversation moving on to the real point at hand however, Niso leaned over the man as he began to make some odd sounds, narrowing his eyes and simply saying- “You know if you’re about to use some weird quirk on me I should let you know I can probably survive It and I won’t be very happy about it after.” As much as Kyoko likely wanted the source of these fake bills, she still understood Niso was Niso, and other criminals were…well some could be idiots and a little gung ho with bad decisions, so worse come to worse Niso still had permission to feed this guy his own spine if he tried anything. All the same he waited, knowing he’d be okay whatever came, if maybe needing to put himself back together a little.

When a 10,000 yen bill slipped from his lips however, Niso was more than a little stunned.

“How in there-!?” He then stuck his fingers rather bluntly into the man’s mouth when he next tried to speak, just about letting him finish his sentence before yanking his jaw apart and tilting his head back so the light would pour down into his mouth. Niso tried to peer into them like a cartoon character trying to find tweetie bird down sylvester’s throat, looking for anything that could have pulled that off without it actually being a quirk. Eventually of course he’d withdraw his hands and snatch the bill, examining it with close eyes…

For the life of him he didn’t know how to tell it apart from a fake, so as far as he was concerned this was still the real deal. “Huh…a money making quirk…well ain’t that unique…~” Niso then tossed the bill in the air for it to fall wherever the breeze took it and walked over to his discarded items. He picked up the bundle of rope from his dropped possessions, slowly unravelling a few coils of it and tugging it tight between his hands. With his back to the man a second layer of flesh began to form and creep over his original face. The skin was pitch black, barring two circular white eyes and an eerily curved chesire smile, also in white, smeared across the black flesh. He turned back to the man with a giddy little chuckle from his throat as he presented the rope, the white smile snapping apart, strands of flesh barely connecting the two sides together, like pulling apart chewing gum but far more gruesome.

“Ooooo.~ The boss is gonna love hearing about this. And I get to use the rope now!~” Of course if the man suggested he would just come willingly Niso would have little reason to use the rope anymore, but hey, a boy could dream that the final target of his long hunt down the food chain would actually be a little resistant, rather than the calm, cool, collected, intelligent type that he had somehow ended up with. A boy could most certainly dream for a little bit of a fight…

(Ps don’t take that as a hint Niso’s muse is just padding the last few words to 700 x3)

“Yeah Ya know I could have done that but I was a little too excited. Besides, not like I have anything to worry about. You bite off a finger I bite off your…your….” He paused, realizing the idea of biting any part of his anatomy off didn’t sound at all pleasant, especially as he tried to think what could be worse to loose than a finger. Shaking the idea physically from his head, he raised his hand and stated. “Okay I’d CUT off a hand. Seems easier than gnawing your wrist off if I just use a knife don’t you think?~” And just like that his distant smile was back, making it unclear if he was messing with the man in turn for the tease of biting off his finger, or if the prospect of him chopping the man’s hand off was nothing but genuine. It really was hard to read exactly what he was thinking, making all, and none of his words seem serious in equal measure.

Still, the money man seemed to correct him in some respect and while Niso was briefly disappointed, he reasoned with himself that it was being honest, which he enjoyed, and he always knew going in he was after something, or now, someone, who was making counterfeit bills, rather than literally printing actual money. The idea that he could copy anything though had Niso intrigued…they could just have this man print fake IDs, or even birth certificates if they so desired. It’d be so easy, and so useful for a criminal organization to just have the capability to slip into fake identities on a whim with unlimited cash to burn to boot.

“I seeee…” He hummed as he rubbed his chin, but then shrugged with a cheery expression. “Oh well! I’m sure the boss has more use for fake money than fake autographed balls! Though I guess you can still autograph a photo or something if we need that.~” He stuck out his tongue almost playfully before moving again to gather the rope he was going to use to bring this man back to the boss, lifting his eyes as he again began to speak.

As he was offered an alternative to simply tying him up and dragging him somewhere, with a moving truck to boot, Niso tipped his head, the blackened layer of flesh making up his ‘mask’ shifting the white parts into a more thoughtful emote of an expression, but rather than confirm that, yes, he did have the smarter, more sensible idea, Niso instead thought of all the fun he was missing out on, and shrugged off the more thoughtful idea as he pulled the rope tight between his hands. “NOPE! I think I prefer my way! Thanks for telling me about the truck though…!~”

Assuming a rather hectic bit of squirming, Niso’s tenacity likely winning over the other quirker given one of them could just continue to heal until the other was worn down, Niso would eventually find himself tugging the older man behind him with his legs still free to move, but practically holding him on a leash as he tugged him down the stairs. Briefly they’d even passed a very confused looking old lady who Niso would simply wave to like it was nothing before tugging Yoshiro harder, chiming. “Quickly now before she calls the cops.~”

At the moving truck outside, Niso would look both ways to make sure the street was clear before exiting the building, rushing to the back of the truck and throwing open the back, pointing inside with his thumb. “Get in! I don’t know how to drive so you maaaaaaaay wanna tuck yourself in somewhere snug so you don’t break your neck!~” He then tipped his head to the side innocently, and added in a sweet tone,. “Of course, if you don’t get in, your neck might break anyway. Can never be too careful with all these wacko quirkers on the streets!~”

(so sorry for the delay)

Niso continued to hum to himself pleasantly as he dragged Yoshiro behind him, not minding the fact they'd apparently just passed one of the other tennants, and remaining adament that Yoshiro was to get in the back of the van, grinning nice and wide as he seemed to understand that as much as this might be a game to Niso, it wasn't a game Yoshiro could say no to. He even seemed to be offering driving advice as he climbed into the back, and Niso rushed back around to the front to start the van up. Did he lock up the back door correctly...? Maaaybe....eh. Even if he didn't he was sure Yoshiro had the sense to not fall out...all his stuff on the other hand...

Naaah. He was sure he locked it.

Catching the last of his advice, he started up the car and yelled back. "OKAY GRANDPA I'LL DRIVE SAFE!" Pulling back up to sit properly, he almost cartoonishly adjusted the rearview mirrors, just because he'd seen it in cartoons, to the point that he could no longer actually use them effectively. but hey, cartoons adjusted them, so he should too.

As he kicked off, it was a rocky start, a lot of false starts and the sounds of a grinding gear box before the van finally pulled out into the road, a loud honk sounding behind them as they cut off a smaller car, but other than that, it actually wasn't too bad. Niso knew zero laws of the road so he cut off a lot of people and got loud honks, but given he didn't wanna be mangled in a crash either, the drive was fairly slow and secure, and before long the Van was parked outside an apartment building downtown, Niso climbing out and rounding to the back, opening up the Van again and gesturing to the ground. "Come on boy!~ Outcha get!~"