Friends in Low Places (Closed)

It had become abundantly clear this was in no way the normal transport as he originally had expected. The youthful face that still remained on his body that made him look like Niso the strange bloody killer he'd stolen dna from not long back. The auction and all that came after had not gone as planned at all. He'd put to much expectations when it came to the security of that strange group running the auction and sales that night. While this strange encounter and the other officer who'd been knocked out made it clear he wasn't going to jail per say at least from the looks of it. But at the end of the day it was like moving from the pan and possibly into the fire. As he was still somewhat in unknown waters and had no idea what was metaphorical swimming about in those waters around him.

The young Niso faced man would allow the new person to remove the cuffs and remained somewhat relaxed during the reveal and encounter. His tired eyes peering through in a almost exhausted expression even with the youthful face he'd stolen for the time. Johns unusual cool and relaxed behavior shining through a little bit as he seemed to hold back or possibly not show any tension that may have been building from the seriousness of the moment and all the unknown details as well of the current encounter.

His eyes watched curiously and in a strange lack of emotion as to all that would happen. His mouth however feeling a tension if not as well a beast like hunger at the idea of what she offered. He could feel himself lightly gnaw upon his lower lip at the idea but wasn't exactly as open to be free in such ways to this person that seemed to know a great deal without being known themselves. Leaving him at somewhat of a true disadvantage and confusion in the entirety of the moment.

"Seem's strange to go though all this trouble for someone who has so little of a reputaiton." He'd say partially as a thing of pride as well since his ways and his style meant remaining an unknown figure. Which made it all the more curious how this one seemed to know certain details. "What kind of odd way of introductions this has become... I suppose I didn't know what to expect either." Somewhat still in disbelief of what all might be happening. Light confusion all about him as for now he simply observed as old ancient hungers groaned and twisted within himself.

He couldn't help but feel a small spark or urge to smile at her... He didn't but it was like the sensation to do so still ran through him. Maybe he did in his own way given a genuine smile was something a bit different for him. Something of joy and passion were not the same in his chemical make up as it was to another living being. Reputation normally kept this type and parts of life away from him as was how he liked it. What he did wasn't for notice... It was a personal experience. It was a special something that transcended all other forms of contact and intimacy. An it took many failures to ever find the connection that worked just right with his chosen interests. Others would always call them victims but it was merely that they lacked the will or chance to truly understand. Even with this young boy's face that would soon shed if he didn't escape further to shed safety. It was if without shedding the face physically most of the fake moxxy and attempts if any left to pretend to be something else had faded. Much like simply wearing a costume at this point without any spirit behind the act.

"You put it a bit to simply, But I suppose it fits enough for the moment. I'd offer a better explanation for it buy my passion was never in the words." He'd say simply enough. Unsure what tests or games were exactly being put forward now. What was wanted and was simply a part of some game or evaluation. He wasn't a fool by any means in fact far from it. But try as he might there were too many unknown factors, to many what ifs to even have the mildest shred of a chance of piecing together what all was actually at play here.

He felt perturbed by her simple regard of eating this thing so easily. But much like the host he wore presently or the pesky detective from a time back. It seemed one more act of defiling nature that was a act of need and not of his normal passion and desire. He didn't enjoy things as... bare bones as this one might say. But ever still he'd descend upon a simply body warm with crimson fluid pumping from veins down his jowls once he sunk Niso's teeth into flesh. Did she simply want to see the act? Although the fact she didn't fully understand him could have been a boon in disguise. Or maybe that's just what he told himself as he swallowed a chunk of red meat. Leaving the remaining husk bellow him with red fluids draining like a small twisting river.

"This is more a thing of necessity I will say... I do not go about things in ways such as this..." He'd say as meat settled in his gullet. His word briefly jostled and confused by odd images in his head. A strange influence or perhaps unfamiliar power. His flesh taking a familiar burn as he could feel the shape of Niso's face burn and loosen as flash began to sag lightly on his face. John peeling it away like dead skin which in a sense it was. Bloody heaps of flesh slowly peaking as he form began to remold into a similar style as the sacrificed officer. He'd slow the process as much as he could though. Allowing the new face at least though not wanting his own to be revealed. But once the process began it was a new form or turn back into his old as Niso's dna would slowly flee from his body and be replaced by the new donation of dna.

His hands would remain relatively blood free until this point as he wiped his mouth free and one palm gripping at his forehead of loose and shedding skin. As if the man before the woman was a lump of clay and slowly underneath a new statue was being formed. "I take it this has to do with your quirk?" He'd say in some speculation somewhat implying she'd know what he was talking about given memories... That was somewhat new. He never learned this way... His passion was how he learned normally of those he would eventually wear like a shroud.

"What I want... What a odd questions. I don't want anything other then to live my life and pursue my passions. What I am and what I can become isn't something I wish it's simply something I am guided too. The name I use where you likely heard of me and my name other then that aren't even reflections of what I want either. To be honest I scarcely remember my old name at times. Unless you mean what I want more in the present... IF such is the case then I would very much like to return home and prepare a proper... meal." He'd say simply enough. Perhaps it was a joke but given his cold tired voidless expression it made it hard to tell if he was even capable of humor such as that. While he didn't fear death he didn't yearn for it either. So he still listened curious at least so it didn't feel like he was still detained anymore at least.

It was a strange but welcomed encounter at its end. John was free yet again and pulled from the ever strengthening grip of the law that had moments ago held him in its empirical grasp. Not only that these interesting and powerful vibe giving off woman had showed him a interesting trick. The taste of flesh when passing his lips had not only come with a sensation that may have allowed him to take form. But a rush of memories much like a vision or perhaps remembering them as if they were his own came into his head briefly and under some focus he could shift them as if recalling them as naturally as his own stored memories. So this was the kind power she had... the kind that could turn hours of surveillance into wasted time when one could simply learn about their target by feasting alone. It was a power that combined with his own could be quite diabolical and aiding in his passions.

When they would eventually part he would keep her in his thoughts for a time... Her post was most certainly a tool he could use if she worked with him in future times. John aided people for money and rewards at times but he most certainly was a loner at the end of the day... But her intrigue would remain with him. Perhaps he would call upon her to deal in the days to come.