106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 11, 2019 11:37:40 GMT -4
~~Mood Music~~Things were never that easy when someone lived a life of questionable means or morals. No matter how clean one made things when blood or debauchery was involved there was always the chance that things could get messy at times. People needed at times and unneeded just as quick. Such and acquaintance to John was still here in Nakano. Someone small that could help with forging documents for minor legality issues. A man who only knew John through various alias's never a true name. An it goes without saying John Doe wasn't really his name either. But after business had been done and work to travel safely after a PI up north had become nosy not buying the police verdict and evidence that pointed to a man committing suicide and killing some of his family shortly after strange behaviors suddenly appearing. The talks of work stress and domestic problems not enough for those curious of the truth. So much so one might call the man more of a conspiracy theorist then a real private Eye.
But of course when a vice titans things break, An so did the paper forgers will when the PI had found him. It was only by chance John had learned about this keeping tabs lightly on some of his prior 'alias's' and homes. Finding it almost like a hobby, Like having ones own personal story book. A chapter that was finished now though and he was rather perturbed to have to reopen a chapter cause of professional misconduct on his acquaintances behalf....
It wasn't much but as best he could gather so far all that was shared was a alias. He wasn't really sure what the man had on his old papers person but given the guy wasn't in jail after watching him for a few days he assumed it may have been something minor blackmailed. Maybe turning to avoid his own problems giving jail or prison time? John didn't really know... But he would find out. But before he could remove the real thorn that could cause problems he'd have to make sure if the man knew anything else. It wasn't likely but he wanted to do things right and thorough.
---
Things had been prepared and some materials stashed within the home while the man was away. A shitty little apartment to which he was able to get in after staking out for long enough via the fire escape. The man rarely closed his window's so the chance of it being unlocked was high. Once he'd taken to the dirty little place in this shit hole of a district he could see why. The lower scum... He detested the filth and it sent small ripples through his body of anxiety. If he'd guessed right from observation just as the night would begin his prey should have arrived if he was right. For the time he would remain hidden with his face covered. His hands covered and hat secure with a bit of wrap underneath it. His boots had been cleaned and several other precautions taken as well. Two men he was after who were at the end of their ropes as he waited in the darkness near the door hiding on the blindside of where it would open. Thinking of the man who couldn't let the investigation go like a bone to a hungry dog, and the little scamp who thought he could share information that wasn't his to share. He already knew one wouldn't matter if they disappeared. He'd take care of this one first as planned. The other... well he'd put those peices together after this first phase was complete.
As he hid with his face covered almost thankful this was such a awful place and district given it made things so much easier. He held his gloved hands with a syringe to aid in subduing his target and the blackjack in his other hand. It really was a shame things had to be done this way. But the cogs were already in motion and it was too late to stop them now.
|
|
182 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
"You already know this"
|
Post by Souta on Oct 11, 2019 21:59:02 GMT -4
Takada Suno. Kei Keisuke. Haruto Harukohakura. These among many were the alias used throughout these past few years by this man. All of them with enough legal work done to pass off as usable for at the very least a few months, at best half a year if he doesn't go to any airport. Snakes like him like to slip away, and what better way than to slip away under a new name. Out of sight, but taunting you right up your mug. That's how these kind of criminals work, how they operate. And yet it's clear from the way his path twists and turns throughout the months that he couldn't have done this on his own. There has to be a source to this. A source to how they managed to slip by for these years without being noticed by the world.
Here it was. Weeks of snooping around, weeks of asking the right people, slipping down some bribes behind closed doors have led him down to this place. A run down apartment, with bills overdue. A scruffy looking man lies over his desk, tired after working all day. Behind a crack lies a hole filled with several papers, that a certain 'John Doe' requires. All he has to do keep providing him with names and ids, and he'll be able to live normally. That's all he has to do. That's what he probably thinks. As the door slightly cracks, the man slowly wakes from his slumber. Did John come by early? Did he burn through his more current identity? Gah, now he has to get a new face set up. Perhaps he can repurpose an old female id, maybe one with an unisex name so it can pass-
"Excuse me. Is your name Kumon Oko?"
"...E-eh?"
"This is Daiken Otsugo."
"Ye-yeah, so?"
"I want to talk to you about a certain Kei Keisuke. I have some questions for you."
"..." Some noise is heard behind the door.
He scurries away further away from the door. Did the-they find him? Did the police find him? The door starts to open, the lock shaking. That thing won't keep him out for long. He has to get out of here. Oh god. he has to get out of here soon.
John will soon see his contract trying to leave through the stairs outside, panicking as he opens the window and getting out of it, as the detective manages to open the door. As the man runs up to the roof, he is desperately thinking of a way to get out of here. Damn it, why him?! he just wanted money!
|
|
106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 12, 2019 17:11:36 GMT -4
He moved carefully but he did feel some annoyance seeing things unfold in such a way. It seemed things were unfolding quickly in a way that could loosely complicate things. The severity of such a complication depending on how current moments would soon unfold. What he viewed and given what little he had to guess from the man who had been sniffing around past events. He figured this person entering the home would have taken some time to poke around. At least he hoped... But it wasn't hard for roaches to squirk and wriggle away into another hiding hole. His suspicions seemed to be confirmed enough just by the fact the man had been tracked down like this. Or at least was his assumption.
His hands still gloved he realized this one might end up a bit more messy then he would have liked. But at this point it couldn't really be helped as he bolted quickly but trying to remain as quiet as he could as well. Rushing towards the stares thinking if he went fast enough he could catch this detective before he would leave or so he hoped. For now moving after the roach of a ID man's trail. Worried if he didn't take care of this one first he'd would have to spend weeks tracking them down again if they faded away into the shadows.
So as it was with his face covered hat pulled low as well as his hands gloved and various other precautions taken he ran quickly up the stairs trying to be quick on the man's heels. Some of his tools and equipment slide back into his green parka. He'd have to tie this up quickly. An idea began twisting in his head as he tried to think of several ways to take care of this... But given how the pieces were falling together he'd have to take it step by step to actually come up with how it would all go down. Hoping he could at least deal with them separately to tie this up cleanly. He didn't want to make more of a mess to deal with.
He'd stay just far back to allow the man to reach the roof however. Not wanting to stop him early. It would likely be easier to deal with on the roof and out of the halls. Less sound... More space to move. Or so at least this was his mind justifying the next best move or so he believed it to be at least. --- -Notices the Detective -Chooses to try and silently if possible give chase to the ID man. Believing or hoping at least the Detective would spend some time nosing around back at the apartment -Gives chase after the other target, Keeping just enough distance to allow the man to reach the roof.
|
|
182 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
"You already know this"
|
Post by Souta on Oct 12, 2019 19:24:08 GMT -4
Damn it. The rat got away. He spent a whole week outlining the route to work he took, the places he went to eat or drink, the streets he walked by when just randomly feeling he needed a small break from it all, the places where he gets his papers. All of that messed up the moment he mentioned the latest alias of the criminal he was searching for. Goddamn it, rookie mistake. If he was still working for the police, he would be berated over this. Never give someone a reason to run away, nor give them ample time to do so. Now he can't even ask questions.
Still, he pondered as he looks around the apartment, he can at the very least go into just how much dirt he can fine here. This run down apartment is the perfect place to find anything linking hard proof to his mark. The ever changing, going place to place, and very soon...he'll be in his grasp. No more cat and mouse chase. This figure will soon be publically known, and it'll be all thanks to him. Weeks, months, every waking hour spent on this seemly insignificant man, going from place to place. A supposed serial killer, something even worse? He'll find out soon enough. He searches every corner of the run down apartment, to the point where the moment he finds the crevice on the walls that reveal the hidden case of IDs, the man is up on the roof, panting. During his search, he swore he heard a sound, but a rat came in scattering around, tricking him into thinking it was just that. John was saved from being noticed for now.
He has no rush for this. All the info he needs was in this house. The man meant nothing to him.
----
Up on the roof, the man searches for another set of stairs to get out. Goddamn it. Damn damn damn damn damn, where are the stairs. Where are the stairs. Goddamn it goddamn it. He looks around for anything, anything he can use as another way to escape. A pipe? Can he slide down it? Can he even grab hold of it for long enough and not fall off, killing him? Will he be noticed by other officers? Will that man call backup? Is he even a cop? What if he's the guy that asks for this? Did he do a bad job? is he going to die? Oh goddamn it!
The moment John decides to get on the roof, the man will be gripping his head, unable to form up of a plan. he isn't an active person, hes' a paper person, he works better on the computer. A shame as well; if he had any experience of parkour, the upcoming events may not need to happen. After all, what good is a Fake ID maker if they get founded out by someone in authority? All of that work, down the drain. What's left is another witness.
|
|
106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 13, 2019 13:16:10 GMT -4
It was a strange sensation but also a familiar one, The burn in his lungs as he moved quickly after what he was after. His heated and hard breaths controlled though as he moved. A sensation of pleasure and strange prickly tingles moving throughout his body. The hair on the back of his neck lightly standing on end as his mouth lightly began to salivate. His gloved hands trembling lightly as his arms moved side to side in his running motion picking up speed where he needed too or at least as best as he could. The sensation of chase of a hunter chasing its prey. The valued reward at the end of the path empowered with desire by the fact of knowledge when knowing to allow a fish to escape one might say only makes it harder to catch a second time...
Elegance should always be put above all else, An this one's failure of that and the risk... It had moved from being a asset to being a liability. It had moved from being a chapter in this story to a small footnote. A face that would soon be forgotten just as the butcher forgot the faces of the animals sent to slaughter as quickly as new ones were birthed into the world.
He moved like a viper emerging from it's hovel through the doors. That sensation fresh in his mind, That recollection to seize the opportunity. From his experience knowing moments like this pending one's plan could be crucial. The animal fleeing would be in fear and not thinking clearly. Most either willing to engage in fight or flight but whichever one varied so drastically from target to target. Although given action so far he had his own speculation on what would soon transpire.
With the sensation of his mouth salivating he moved for his target in a roughly straight line. As he neared he'd attempt to place his fist in his palm to reinforce his elbow as he would try and attempt to send an initial elbow blow for the man's stomach and near his lungs. Trying to send a swift decisive blow to not only try and weapon and knock his foe to the ground. But also to attempt to remove his ability to scream briefly if he could force the air from his lungs in hopeful gasping pain. Hit or miss his follow would be similar reaching out with both gloved hands to grab the hopefully phased sides of the man's head and attempt to with as much force as he could muster thrust the head downward as a knee would rise as well if all went as expected at least unless the man wormed away somehow. The goal to subdue his foe mainly, To try and create a dazed and at least briefly 'silent' target. His instincts told him to simply have tried to shove the man off, But the lack of intimacy in such a action caused him to avoid it entirely.
All the while strange sensation of familiar arousal warmly ran through his body. Almost the sensation of as if he was slipping into a hot bath at the end of a long day.
--- -Emerged quickly from the doorway to the roof -Rushes with fist in his palm to reinforce a attempt at sending a elbow hard into the man's gut and stomach (To try and get him to wretch over and lose the air in his lungs) -Secondary attack attempt to grab the man's head with both hands and send it downward in strong armed attempt to slam it into a rising knee.
|
|
182 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
"You already know this"
|
Post by Souta on Oct 13, 2019 14:54:15 GMT -4
Okay, okay. all he has to...is grab a hold of those pipes and those frames that restrain it together with the wall...then slowly, inch by inch, place his footing down on the cracks , perhaps even getting some rest on some window stills, he can climb down this wall and get out of here...all he has to do is just...just um...h-hey. Something...something feels weird. Like it feels like something is going on near him. It just feels off, ri-right? Is that just him or-
The moment he turned his head, he saw him. No....It. It cannot be described as a man, what with that stare of his. Those eyes...just something unnaturally off with it. As if it were to say that this moment, it meant nothing. It was just...it was just a casual slaughtering of a ant that got inside your car, scattering around until you press your finger against it. Just like that. Nothing personal. To someone who spent the majority of their time making sure that this person wont get caught...and then just like that, with that look on his face, the slightly shivering of the lips...all of that can go in a second's matter.
The figure rushes towards him, with only a panicky 'Wh-wait sto-" And received a palm straight through the gut, taking away any attempts to speak, He then gets pulled in and gets kneed in return, getting knocked to the ground. This man wasn't made for fighting. He can't just do simple stuff like that. He can't defend himself, especially agaisnt this man. All he can do is lay there on the ground, awaiting for something horrible to occur to him.
----
All these documents, all in one place. This man sucks at hiding his work, but he does a half-decent job about it. The detective places them in his coat. It's about time he gets on the roof. He opens the window, and gets on the stairs to the outside. He has to talk to the man, if he's still there. He spent too much time inside the apartment. While it was a great place to obtain info, it's not good if he ignores a live witness. he starts walking up the stairs, as the man lies on the ground for John to do whatever he wants to do, perhaps even placing him under his quirk's true nature.
|
|
106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 13, 2019 15:52:44 GMT -4
His luck at seemed to return to him in the moment. Shaking his palms briefly allowing the tension to ease out of them after striking down his first issue. Moving his arm slightly and popping a couple joins briefly. Accessing the moment trying to decide quickly what to do. He wasn't sure how much time he had so he had to move quickly. He'd attempt to quickly use a choke hold if he had to anything to make sure this man was out for the moment. He had to remove the issue of another fleeing attempt. Dragging the man a bit out of sight off behind one of the large fixtures upon the roof. He imagined some sort of heating or AC unit if he had to guess.
As soon as he would finish this moving fast out of sight he'd quickly move to the door running to it quickly just encase. He didn't see a lock but to give him a few minutes using what strength he had he'd attempt to grab the handle and twist it trying to if he could manage without breaking it. Simply trying to jam it, Enough where anyone trying to come through encase someone tried to interrupt him would need a few moments to break through. But not to broken so if he had to head that way he could try and wriggle it open with time as well.
He cleared his throat and quickly returned to the body to set to work. He didn't have much so he'd have to work with what he had. Removing his mask and using it go try and gag his downed foe. Luckily they weren't to different of size so at least it wouldn't be that much to remove... Using a small plastic hand tie to secure the man's hands after gagging him then attempting to sink his teeth deep into the mans arm. Trying to pull off and out a small mouthful of flesh away from any artery. If all went as planned the slick smooth taste of raw meat would enter his jowls wettened by fresh blood that yet to stagnate or coagulate. The sweet lightly strong taste similar to pork perhaps settling as he didn't have time to savor it. Instead quickly ingesting it and taking a few moments hopefully with some time to remain out of sight with the body focusing deeply to control the transformation. He couldn't fully transform given the time and shedding. So with focus he simply allowed only some of it to partially go through.
Laying his coat down moving down a layer to his shirt. He'd focus as strongly as he could a sensation of fire moving through his body. His fists tightening into hardened knuckles as his knuckles whitened from the tension. He removed his gloves quickly as most of the skin form his hands seemed to slick and slide off like loose tissue paper with the gloves to which he dropped upon the coat before him. Using motions similar to washing one's hands as he tore and removed a layer of skin that seemed to become all but useless and dead above the new fresh skin. Before readjusting his sleeves one might have seen where the new flesh looked so much softer and cleaner then the flesh above the wrist. Quickly following it up as he dug his nails and fingers deep into his scalp and then his temples removing long strips of flesh and blood dripping upon the cloth. He could at least remove most of it just encase anyone came snooping... He'd try and leave it all clean when this was done and he could move onto the next stage of his plan if all went accordingly. All the while listening and waiting as before long he would stand with no mask or gloves or coat any longer. Hiding wiping as much of the blood off his face as he could with the outer materials of the gloves. Giving himself a perhaps lightly bloodied apperance only able to remove so much of it in the moment what he had as he'd quickly try and tie up the coat to be bundled up to hold the flesh within. He had the new face for now and the finger prints...
--- -Attempts to fully knock out and tie up/gag the ID man. -Tries to jam the door knob to the door on the roof to secure time. -Attempts to sink teeth and devour some flesh and blood from the man's wrist. -Uses focus to shed the flesh from his face, As well as his hands. Putting all the excess flesh, his bloody gloves, and some of the blood wiped away into his coat and tieing it up secure. Now down to his shirt for his upper level of clothing. The change settling in.
|
|
182 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
"You already know this"
|
Post by Souta on Oct 13, 2019 17:10:45 GMT -4
If the man were awake, he would be struggling right about now. He would be kicking and grunting, trying to throw several punches at John as he crawls to the exit, hoping for some sort of stray relief for his disturbing situation he found himself in. But he wasn’t exactly an avid fan of physical activities, nor drove himself to learn any attempts at self defense. All he did was push papers for a job he didn’t even care for, with the payments he received not even enough to pay for this crummy place. Instead, he laid there unconscious and prone, for whatever plans John had in mind.
How long has he done this for? The locking of tbt door, surveying the area around him as he gets to work, making sure his victim is contained with no chance of escaping just in case they wake up in the middle of it. The foresight of picking the spot to bite onto. How many times has he done this the past months? How many victims laid there in the same pose as he did? How many of them tried to escape? How many dared to fight back? Would he have been one of the lucky ones? No, the look in his eyes made everything clear: he wouldn’t have let him go. This person who hired him to do a fairly complex job has decided to cut ties with him in a manner that many people would consider “cruel.” But to him, it’s probably like losing a toy and leaving it behind.
Would he have screamed? The moment he bit into his arm, would he have screamed? The dazed state he was in only made him aware of a horrible sensation in his body. But he didn’t scream. Would he have screamed the moment he took off his gloves and started to melt off some of his flesh, revealing a horrifying mess that was once a face? Would he have yelled in horror the moment he dug his fingers into the mess as flesh started to grow on it, witnessing a sick attempt at molding and sculpting with ones own face? Who know to be certain. Perhaps the response that would have came out would have been a simple glare, horrified and in awe of the monstrosity in front of him.
With that, it was plain to see his life has ended. The moment the officer knocked at his door, the moment he ran out in paranoia, he forfeited it. A fake ID made manifest in flesh, with one own face as the indicator. What was the point of his work anyway, if John could have done this?
——
Locked. It seems as if someone managed to interfere with the door before he got here. He scared the man too much, to the point where he trapped himself on the rooftop in an attempt to escape the law. Attempts of unlocking provided futile, so it was up to plan B.Grabbing something from his waist, he arms himself with the head of the gun and smashes it against the door knob, breaking it. Placing his weapon back in the hostler, he opens the door.
If the mess were still there, he would be shocked but shakes his head to look around for whoever did this, placing his hand near the holster in case. If there were little to mess, he wouldn’t as he looks around. Either way, he would presumably find the transformed John, wearing the face of the man rumored to be aiding.
“You. You right there, stop. You have no where to go. I just want to ask questions, no need to run around anymore.”
|
|
106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 13, 2019 20:17:40 GMT -4
He would secure the gag as best he could in one final round and quick checking to try and be sure or at least as best one could that this one wouldn't escape. Of course fate had proved fickle of late so a small part of his irritation refused to let go of some mild paranoia of the worst happening. His whole outlook on a light edge as he cleared his throat. The hollow gravely chuckle leaving his lips briefly as the fleshy contortions that were his face would soon be almost like a mirror of the fellow bellow him. Of course any scars or disfigured areas sadly often didn't copy easily. Usually the copy being more of a in best health sort of look given it used the DNA not what he saw visually. But in either case... it usually did the trick just fine when smart with it. His hands rough and direct in all such actions dealing with the man much like one might be when field dressing a hunted animal.
His eyes were cold and quite unemphatic when looking down at the man bellow him. Much like one might imagine a farmer looked towards his livestock before sending them to slaughter. Or a bird of prey before striking at it's expected next meal. Not so much cruel as just unfeeling. But in either case the motions of the moment kept turning. His now different colored eyes flickering up as the sound of the door quickly caught his attention. An like a soldier at attention he quickly snapped to the next task before him.
He didn't have much time... Pulling his own knife from his pocket He slit a slice along his cheek downward at a inward albeit awkward angle to emulate the look of an attack wound. Quickly rising when he heard the voice and trying to cut off the PI's field of view to the tied up papers boy. Hoping to before things got to revealed he'd only see the one face and not the other one. His hands in the air...
His hands shaking or more so imitating such a action. Not that difficult when he just relaxed them and allowed adrenaline to do its work. The slice down his face not hiding any real features merely showing a wound of blood trickling down his cheek and staining his clothes lightly. It wouldn't have shown up as his blood so this was a bit more of a free moment of worry.
"Glad you came when you did... I thought I was a goner..." He said coughing and rubbing his forearm on his bloodied face. Purposely getting some of it one his eye so the sounds of pain and scowls would be genuine. AS with every great lie a bit of truth would be at its core. "He... He..." He'd say coughing again and purposely falling to one knee to feint exhaustion and wounding. After he inflicted this wound he'd earlier hidden the blade in his boots moments after. An awkward angle to pull but kneeling as he was... He just needed him to get close. The gun meant taking this directly was too dangerous and unlikely to end in his favor. For now he played the wounded victim. Trying to play upon the man's good will.
---- -Tries to secure the man in last moments -Wounds himself to better set the disguise, Feinting wounding and exhaustion.
|
|
182 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
"You already know this"
|
Post by Souta on Oct 13, 2019 20:43:30 GMT -4
God, what a...what a disgusting display in front of him. How were there two people he wasn't aware of? Was this someone he was supposed to meet up? Or was this some sort of weird assistent that he employed to help him out with the ID making. Do people even need extra help like that to form fake papers? Well it could; some people might require the usage of extra hands to add official markings to make those IDs last longer...but something about this situation doesnt make sense. He grabs his gun and aims at the two bodies in front of him.
The one kneeling in pain had some wounds on him, as if he were attacked. Looking behind him was a prone body, with some ropes or some other material tying him up. That figure seemed to be barely breathing as well. Something obviouslly happened here. He's not an idiot, he can tell when there's been a scuffle. The ground itself is proof of it alone, some stains on there near the lying body proves that these two were fighting. Question is...why? His face matches the pictures and info he got of the ID maker, that's for sure. Voice seems a little bit off, but he was out of breath and hurt, as well as behind the door when he first spoke up. So that just leaves one question: Who is the other guy?
Carefully keeping his distance and aiming at the two, he starts to speak up. "No escape now. You're going to answer my questions, Kumon...but first thing's first. Who is that behind you? Is that a friend of yours? Did some deal go wrong? Did an ID backfire on you?" He barely shows any sympathy to John-As-Kumon, since he still sees him as an accessory to the criminal he's been looking for months and months.
|
|
106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 17, 2019 2:54:36 GMT -4
The man was smarter then he expected, Definitely more of a mind then the average security or cop. But then again if he wasn't careful and meticulous to at least some degree he'd never have caught a subtle metaphorical scent as the one John must have left behind as a trail. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to hide both the mixture of admiration and irritation he briefly felt for his foe before him. A thick tension gathered in the air for John as well. The sensation so thick he could almost choke on it. His hand held tight over his wound his eye lightly stung with blood held tightly closed. Still down kneeling he'd continue his small act even with his on edge would be captor.
"You might say that... People who need papers like these are always unhinged. Or wanted for something... I don't know why after me though. I.I... I really haven't the faintest idea why!" He'd say still feinting weakness and pains. His breathing heavy in hard breaths but rather then erratic and painful as they were disguised it was controlled and collected. Keeping himself calmed and ready when the moment to strike truly came. The sheep in wolves clothing waiting to bare its fangs.
His voice was an attempt at sounding pitiful, Much like a wounded dog perhaps. His one hand clutching over his eye as he'd have to keep the other hand free to be ready. "He got me in the face... I don't know if my is gonna be okay..." He'd say in light terror and worry.
|
|
182 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
"You already know this"
|
Post by Souta on Oct 17, 2019 11:19:00 GMT -4
Alright, well first thing's first. The 'obvious.' He didn't try to claim he was another person. The face matched up with the pervious stuff he gleamed from outside investigations, as well as any random picture he can look at inside that dump of an apartment. If he were to try to pass off as some other idiot, probably picking a random name from any spare ID he had on him, he would have restrained him on sight. Perhaps even place a bullet on his thigh or graze it, enough to get him to realize that this isn't some stupid joke he can ty to laugh out of.
He was starting to get a hold on his breathing. That usually means they're getting more comfortable, more at 'ease' than their previous state. Which meant it was a perfect time to interrogate. "Yeah, I see that. Wouldn't want that to ruin your mug shot later for illegally making fake IDs. But that comes later...first thing's first." He aims at John. "It's obvious that there's something else about this attack on you. He was either stalking you or waiting for you on the roof for a clear shot at you. Basterd probably saw me as well, using your freak out as an easy getaway to kill you... Kumon, Do you have a list of all your clients, anyone who has come to you for the past 3 years for new legal documents? Is it possible that this man is related to one of your clients?" He slowly strafes around John, not wanting to get close to him just in case 'Kumon' gets any funny thoughts. Who knows what a man like him would do.
|
|
106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 18, 2019 17:13:45 GMT -4
He kept his hand to his side relaxed, His other clinging to his bloodied face. He had to keep one hand ready for attack should the chance show itself. But he still waited calmly for that chance to be given. For the moment he'd still play his part just as he'd done so many times before before a kill or capture. The gun aimed down on him a obvious threat and worry. But not one he hadn't seen before. He simply had to keep the act up given it was clear what this man was after... At least for the most part.
"How am I supposed to know... These freaks always need new papers! They go one place or another bug allot of em are unhinged. I just ask for money alright not a psyche evaluation!" He'd say raising his voice lightly remaining facing the one direction though not turning to face the man as he moved. John groaned lightly feinting a bit more pain wrapping his free arm around his chest and ribs pretending they were paining him. In truth it was just to keep his hand closer to his body. Hopefully to allow him a more quick chance to attack when the moment came.
"Kinda... I have a book... A little black book. It's not like bankers or cops use for paperwork but I guess that's what you mean?" He'd ask making it all up on the spot. A small bit of cool sweat on his brow as he wasn't sure if it'd work. His enemy wasn't stupid but then again he wanted this... Hopefully he'd take the bait given the long chase. Both of them were clearly hungry for what they wanted.
|
|
182 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
"You already know this"
|
Post by Souta on Oct 18, 2019 19:26:32 GMT -4
"...fucking idiot, you take jobs without knowing who they are, just to get nearly killed when then get tired of you... Gah, All of you low time thugs are all the same: you never think about the future. You don't think long term..." He strafes around John until he has determined that this guy wont attack him. From appearances, he appears to be holding no weapons, nor does he look like he has the build to be able to act after this altercation. But...that body bugs him. Of all people, this guy is still standing. Sure, it might self defense...but something is off right now.
"..." He ponders as he slowly rises the gun up...only to point it back at him again. "Nice try. As much as I want that info, I'm not an idiot, Kumon. I got here and the first thing I see is two people, one body on the ground. Depending on what you did, you could have earned more than a simple imprisonment. Although..." He starts to rethink his position. All these months and he barely got himself any edge on the guy he's looking for. "..A black book, huh? Does it contain the records of Kei Keisuke and all their other identities..." he mutters to himself. "...Alright. Kumon. First thing's first. We're going to drag your friend back to your house. You're gonna show me your book and give me the names of all the recent customers you have, and you are going to help me find this man. Do that, I'll make sure you'll get a lesser punishment. Got it?"
|
|
106 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
26 Years
Male
"Dantalion"
Bandit-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by John Doe on Oct 20, 2019 7:58:53 GMT -4
The tension was building if not boiling under John's skin. It was like a dam beginning to crack holding back the rushing water behind it's concrete walls. He could feel his throat drying. His breathing becoming a little more difficult to regulate as well. Normally things weren't this haphazardly planned from moment to moment. He preferred things to be well planned and maintained. For details to fit together and he had trouble keeping the true cool when things seemed to shift as they did. But still he was patient. He held his cool but more in thick tension tried to find that moment to strike. Widening his idea as well as to what that opening could be as he kept his eye keen and watchful.
He felt a small tickle at the back of his mind as the man gave his order and openly spoke his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel his growing anger and tension snap briefly into a calm curious set of thoughts... So he must have really wanted these papers. He knew the dog was hungry for its bone but... He didn't mention anything about the actual police. An wanting to drag the other body back. Obviously that could cause problems given the faces once he got to close but. So this one wanted the collar himself? The prestige and pride of gaining all this himself?
A chilling feeling rushing through him as he felt himself briefly grin as the man walked around him. "I'm sure quite a few answers beyond a book would truly awaken what you want. But you want me to drag this one back? Would he really survive that though? I hit him pretty hard after all. Plus if you really want to find. Are you even worried about him... Maybe you should check on him..." He said his words suddenly more calm then they had been before. His hand still held over his bloodied cut upon his face. Calmly looking away from the man given currently where he was standing. Allowing the his breath to regulate again as he prepared. Readying himself to pounce pending how the next few moments went.
|
|