A quick little meeting [Niso]

Niso wandered the alleyways idly as he often did, lost in the storm of thoughts that was his head with no clear goal until he decided to find one. It was an oddly peaceful yet equally tormenting existance. He was blind to the world around him and in a sense this was peaceful, but with so many ideas flowing through his mind it was hard to find one to latch onto, and thus left him in somewhat of a daze unless he found momentum. Funnily enough, it was when he was closing in on feeling...bloodthirsty, that he most got like this. The playful ideas sounded less and less appealing, and he was teetering on crossing into the border of blood and viscera, spreading his desire for chaos into more forward actions and just unleashing his very existance on those around him...

Yeah....yeah this...sounded good....

A smile slowly creeped up the corners of his lips, up into his cheeks almost like it was cutting deep into his flesh in order to spread wider and wider, his dazed eyes seeming to focus less and less, before rapidly sharpening as his focus was heightened again.

He wanted to kill. He knew that now. But who. Where...what was that...sound?

He returned to a more hazed state as the muffled cries of some woman caught his attention before the words of the odd girl trying to hold her back. What was going on here? His gaze was foggy for a moment before he slowly started to take in the scene, stepping closer with his hands idly resting in his pockets, his gaze lingering more on the one doing the capturing than the captive themself...they looked odd, and they were very loud....and they were asking about a song? Now of all times?

Niso didn't need long to decide. He liked the way she presented herself. This was a good first impression.

His smile slowly returned from the fog but nowehre near as manic as it once was, just stepping closer and idly stealing a pen from the breast pocket of the office woman, toying with it between his fingers as he had a casual conversation witht he woman's attacker. "My heart waits for no one? Can't say I've heard of it but my taste in music has never been straight forward. I'm more an electro swing type of person." He held up the pen and made a stabbing motion at the air as he casually asked. "Mind if I ram this through her eye or are you preferring she squirm?"

"nnngh. Shhhhhhh." He pouts and prods her forehead boldly with the ink tip of the pen, frowning at her as she continues to yell. Like sure do what you want girl, he loved chaos, but please, stop yelling. What was the point other than to hurt the eardrums of those around you. He folded his arms with a soft hum, tilting his head as he examined the face of the woman who was captured. As she continued to ramble on however Niso had to relate to this crazy lady on one thing. he defintiely knew what it was like to have those ideas trapped in the back of your mind, right there, visible but out of reach, you could tell it's shape and it's aim but not the...content, not what mattered. It was an infuriating mental concept to say the least.

Niso started to register the fact this girl's hands were sinking into the other's head, his eyes widening as he grew curious as to what was going on here, smirking a little as he watched. "Ya know if they know the idea, before long you might actually be reaching far enough into their head to find it yourself." Niso smirked. As he was given the chance to stab her with the pen, he was a little satisfied himself. Sometimes it was good to watch someone suffer, but he had no connection to this woman, and thus no satisfaction from it. He lined the pen up with her eye, and while she looked terrified, in Niso's eyes he was doing her a mercy. He swayed the pen, back and forth, back and forth, aiming the shot like a dart...

It was a sickening sound, sharp, and quick, yet it seemed to ooze and linger in the atmosphere. The eye was a direct shot to the brain, and with a sharp spasm, the woman died, going tight for just a moment, before falling limp in this odd woman's arms. If they decided to release them Niso would watch the lifeless body drop to the ground, a small smirk on his lips but a lazy look in his eyes, resting his hands in his pockets and taking a deep slow breath before turning his eyes back to this odd creature who'd wandered into his life.

"Pinocchio. You?"

Simpple, blunt, to the point, but when messing with a mind he may possibly agree with, he didn't want to waste a precious moment.

Niso was oddly calm and composed compared to his usual self, but that was the joy with Niso, you never knew which version of him you were gonna get. Sometimes he played off a situation with wild, reckless mannerisms. Other times he was calm, almost apearing educated and restrained as he examined the surroundings. Sometimes he looked borderline depressed and zoned out. This time was the second option, letting his eyes wash up and down this Libra, wondering if they had anything in common. The way she continued to yell...she was coming off like the wrong end of crazy. Niso liked just a bit of a core to the people he interacted with. Something you could ground yourself in and watch run wild. If someone was solely a mad person from head to toe...what was there to lock yourself into?

Still, he was hardly the kind to go on first impressions, and held his tongue a little, curious to see how their time together developed.

"Libra. A pleasure." He chimed back with a light bow of his head, snickering as he watched them retrieve the ID of the woman they'd just killed so blatantly. A scoff sound slipped through his nostrils and he shook his head at the offer of her ID, gesturing to his own face. Very subtly, the baby faced features he held sharpened, and while it was minimal, he certainly looked far more mature in the span of a few seconds. "I'm sure I'll be fine without it.~" His face softened out as quickly as it had sharpened, looking over the acid soaked dead body and giving it a light nudge with his foot, sure it was dead, but just doing so on reflex.

"I was looking for something fun to do but it seems you beat me to the act...it's odd sometimes how watching someone else satisfy your cravings can satisfy your own." He chuckled a little in the back of his chest and shook his head once again. "Is this usual for you? The random killing I mean? I mean you needed to check her ID so we can both easily surmise this isn't someone you know, or a target you've been given, hmmm?~ Not often these days you find killers for the sake of being killers.~" He chuckled once again, ever curious to see what Libra's motivations were ont he matter here.

Okay. Crossing a mental line here. The constant yelling was just grating Niso's brain like...well, a cheese grater, and a heavy breath flowed through his nose. Briefly he was given the bliss of her talking at a reasonable volume before she yelled again, and he just slammed a hand onto her mouth with a groan of. "Oh will you PLEASE speak at a reasonable volume. You killed someone, it's exciting, you're crazy, we get it. But by god I do not care if you get caught I just wanna be able to hear my own thoughts..." He'd ease off his hand to test if she'd speak at a reasonable volume, if not, he'd slam the hand back on her mouth before he himself continued to speak.

"As far as killing...yes. it's not all that special to me. The Pen was just an easy tool but that's my style. I use whatever's to hand. Be it a pen, an ornament, a baseball bat? My hands even? All of that works so long as it gets the job done." He rolled his shoulders back idly, hand on her mouth or not. "You though...what was that? Some acidic touch quirk? Very new..."

As she quitened down, but still with that...loudness to her voice somehow, Niso at least felt a little more at ease with her like she was an endurable aspect of existance. Any welling urge he had to kill her being combatted by the fact she seemed extremely interesting as an individual. His hand hadn't rested on her mouth long enough to feel any odd sensations, but he did listen carefully as she seemed to be hinting at some aspects of her quirk. He was on the right path with the acid at least it seemed, and she offered a demonstration. Her hands oozed with acide, and his own gaze crossed over the acide dripping palms...

"..."

He hesitated for a moment. It wasn't the first time something as simple as a handshake over a deal had ended in someones quirk being used on him...but he'd survived that too, and with a smirk he flicked out his arm, his sleeve falling a little up his arm, and offered his hand across, already sensing that the demonstration wouldn't be on the corpse infront of them. "Why not?~" he offered with a cheeky smirk, and so allowed her to take his hand and his arm.

What would greet her as she tried to melt through his flesh was a brief hiss of pain before Niso flowed into a wide smirk. She'd feel the flesh briefly give before it just...stopped. There was a firm, tough layer of burnt skin, and a crawling sensation around it. Any efforts the acid made to seep deeper into his skin was met by this odd crawling sensation, like millions of micro sized ants rushing to a specific spot, fighting back against the acid by just giving it more to melt through. If she let go, he'd clearly have an acide burn, but no where as extreme as she may have been hoping. "Interesting demonstration..." He raised up his arm, displaying the burn mark across his arm. "Wanna see my trick?~"

Niso was smiling all the while as he watched the subtle inflections on her face. She wasn't normal, but she wasn't entirely abnormal either. Didn't seem like she was entirely off the spectrum...but then again who could be? Thats why they called it a spectrum no? Bottom of the line, being a sociopath meant he couldn't empathize with emotions. Didn't mean he couldn't read them...and she definitely seemed quite confused by the way she hadn't just burned through his arm.

"Well normally I'd warn you this might be a bit gross, but given you just melted through a random woman's skull..."

Niso clenched his fist with the back of his forearm aimed towards her so she could see. The scarred fleshs slowly peeled away at the edges as he commanded the cells to get rid of their dead companions. Eventually one big clean patch just fell away without much warning and landed on the floor, flecks of still living, freshly formed cells squirming on the ground before dying away themselves, detatched from the main hive mind that was Niso's cellular structure and dying off.

"You see normal people just...heal against the wound. The dead cells get in the way and remain there. That's why you get people who never heal over scars or always show signs of being burned..." He eased up the clenched fist, and slowly the gooey flesh that lay beneath the discarded layer of burnt skin started to form something more focused, actually holding a stronger sense of presence until, minus the face it didn't have any natural hairs, Niso's arm looked as good as it did a moemnt ago.

"I'm different...I TELL myself how to heal. I discard the old, ruined flesh, and replace it rather than trying to work with it...that's the most simplistic use of my own trick at least..." He grinned a little and offered his hand again. "Feel free to see if your own trick is better though...but I'm fairly confident I can heal faster than you can burn me.~" he stuck out his tongue, hard to tell if he was being genuine with the offer or not, but his confidence either way was definitely real. Niso had so much evidence of his own talents that he was sure, at the rate she was burning him, there was absolutely no way she could kill him so long as he actively put effort into resisting.

Well this was a fun response. She was...oh it was hard to pinpoint a single emotion but she certainly wasn't pleased. He chuckled a little in his throat and rested his hands joined behind his back, able to see the emotions running through her even if she wasn't able to land on one, at least outwardly. At the very least she was still showing her usual attitude. A fastt alker, listing off questions as to her quirk...she was either simply manic, or intelligent, and wiling to test all those theories.

"You migth be one i need to put on my list with those questions..." He hummed pleasantly, rolling down his sleeve, hissing a little as the skin was still fresh and sensitive but ignoring it for the most part as he chuckled through the layer of pain. "Yes. I can die is the bottom line...or so I assume. I fear death...but I'm confident no one has the tenacity to put me to that point...at least no one I havn't put on my list. Thunder, isn't on my list, assuming you know his name. A big guy, powerful, ready to be feared...but he's not the kind to get his hands dirty with someone like me. He'd send his goons after me, they'd slit my throat, assume I'm dead...then I'd raise from the dead and kill them for trying.~" He smirked extra wide.


"I test this thing when I can but I'm not stupid enough to push my luck." He shrugged quietly and folded his arms over his chest. "I'm not about to risk death just to see if I can survive it, ya know?~" He hummed idly to himself and added. "Buuuut...I will say, I have defense measures in place. I can't regrow an arm in a day...but I've lost a hand before. Takes a lot of time but I can get it back. I move my internal organs so no one knows how to easily kill me. I learned to dislocate my own neck without paralysis so damage to my brain can remain minimal through allowing more momentum from an impact to travel down my more loose neck. My body has a defensive mechanism of stipping my heart so i don't bleed out while every muscle fibre i have constricts rhythmically around my veins so blood continues to pump specifically through channels where I won't loose it through my injuries. Brain functions and breathing becomes minimal so no one can tell I'm alive...and in time, I heal, and as I said...I rise from the dead."

He smirked deviously and rolled his shoulders back.

"Ultimately, I'm sure I have enough measures in place to prevent death...but there's a few especially tenacious individuals I know to be careful around...I wonder if you make the cut..."

he paused, and asked. "What was your name again? Libra?"