One More Piece [Niso]

The things Niso would do for a slice of chaos.

Niso wasn’t entirely sure he’d thought this out, but then again when did he ever do that at the end of the day? Having heard about a new and upcoming little gang forming quite the little shindig that he definitely wanted some part of, a crash in at the Japanese equivalent of wall street, he knew he just had to get involved somehow. So. How did he do it? Did he make contact with the gang through criminal channels? No no. Too simple, too obvious. NEVER knew who was monitoring those or who was a rat of some sort. Did he try to present himself before the organization or get their attention for a more private chat? Didn’t even occur to him. Besides burning the gang’s name into the side of a building along wit ‘call me’ didn’t seem appropriate. No no no. he had another method in mind.

Track them down and sneak into their vents.

…. Like we said. He may not have thought this through.

With his limber body, able to dislocate, yet still use every single bone in his body, he was able to fit into a tiny ventilation pipe on the outside of the building like meat flowing through a sausage maker. It took a while before he had enough room to really start reforming, an agonized ball of shifting muscle and bone crawling through the thin vents, but as the vents came out to an empty lot space, after several excruciating pops as his muscle strands dragged bones back into place, he managed to, mostly, reform, peering down at the operation through the slants in the vent.

Oooo… this wasn’t some false lead… it may not be what he’d heard but they were DEFINITELY doing something. Niso practically licked his lips at the idea of what they might be pulling off, resting more of his weight on the vent sheeting beneath him as he tried to get a look at things… a green haired girl… he’d heard she was their leader! Okay now how to approa-

CRRK

“…Well this works.”

Last words were muttered to himself before a caving of the ventilation system occurred beneath him, the natural dust from the internal systems of the old worn down lots bringing down a briefly formed dust cloud with him as he collapsed into a heap, his natural reactions kicked in and he immediately whirled to his feet, any cracks of bones and ribs popping out or crackling rapidly seeming to play in reverse as he rose to his feet with an unnatural set of actions, glancing around at the Lot space full of people now likely aiming quirks at him, raising both his hands at his side but holding a very peaceful smile.

“Oh wow this place looks even better up close…!~” He chimed out before looking to the girl who’d been sitting in the fold out chair, carefully pointing at her without lowering the raised arm. “You must be the boss. I’ve heard a lot about this little shindig you’re throwing but-“ He dipped his head a bit, again not lowering his arms. “Sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. Niso Konto. AKA Pinocchio. I’m sure you’ve heared of me.~” He honestly didn’t have a huge ego, but getting in the top 5 most wanted criminals did make him believe he had a reputation of sorts, real or not.

Niso heard the sounds of someone barfing up to the side, observing them for a moment in almost disbelief before rolling his eyes in the opposite direction, hands still raised since he was fairly sure most of the people in this room where on one hell of a hair trigger here. “Yeesh. You never seen someone pop ever joint in their body and then basically re-locate them all on his own like a reverse chicken nugget before. Ugh. You entry level criminals. All s fresh faced and unused to the real world.” He chimed out dismissively, mostly just being a cheeky little git and actually feeling some odd pride in the reaction he’d achieved here today.

As Sunaho seemed to be reacting well, he slowly and cautiously lowered his arms till they flowed naturally behind his back. He was surrounded anyway, why make a big thing out of it. He briefly thought to sink his hands into his pockets but he didn’t really wanna be met with the sound of them all steadying their guns thinking he might be going for a weapon. Puh-lease. He could run through most of your bullets, why would he need a gun himself. “Yeeeeah I might but the entries have never really been my strong suit! I always have these grand plans for them but then some boooooring boss of mine at the time will say ‘that’s not practical Niso. That’s not subtle Niso. Why does it involve fish Niso’. Had to ditch that gang real fast.~” He continued almost nonsensically, his distant, vacant smile present all the while as he rattled on.

As the girl gave her name he at least seemed to have her interest, though perhaps not as much as she had garnered his, his slippery smile turning into a full blown grin in that moment as, so long as she had even a slither of an interest in him, that meant his chances of being part of this shindig were growing. “Suuuunaho. Got it chief.~” He chimed with a cheeky wink and a pull of his tongue.

“As far as whyyyyyyyy you have my fancy…” He swirled on his heel and gave a cartoonishly exaggerated shrug. He’d roll his eyes if the gang got antsy but he was pretty sure he could outlast anything they threw at him. “Its right up my alley! I’m almost insulted you didn’t come to me. Niso Konto, agent of chaos! Not invited to the greatest event of the year!?”

He swirled back about to face Sunaho, lifting his shirt just a few inches, a clear throbbing in the side of his stomache where his intestines should just be happily resting seemed to be the pumping motions of a heart. “My wee little heart couldn’t take missing out!~” He lowered his shirt and shifted briefly, like a chill ran up his spine before smirking at the rest of the gang. “Don’t aim for the hip btw guys. I moved it.~” He winked across to them before looking back to Sunaho, curious to see if she needed more than that, or if she was just happy for the company of someone looking to cause a mess…~

Niso raised his hands with a bit more presence as he was referred to as ‘pinocchio’. “Oh please. I ditched that a while back. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m still ‘on theme’, never tell a lie and all that but… well. I think my real name has a better ring to it. Besides, fake name, real name. In the end the cops aren’t gonna know who I am unless they see my face so what does it matter at the end of the day? And even then I can just...”

He gave a casual shrug to finish his dangling sentence, running right into the next.. “Well, gotta keep some tricks up my sleeve I suppose.~” He’d give a quick node and add. “Don’t worry though, your play-name is just fine by me. Just call me Niso.~”

As the girl mulled over his ‘introduction’ and his self claim to be an agent of chaos, Niso rolled back his shoulders, hands still idly raised but clearly relaxing a little as his eyes drifted about, letting out a casual little whistle as the group’s leader debated if his presence was worth while, just trying to get a feel for what this lot were like. Some seemed serious, others a little more timid but… hey after his entrance that was only natural. If anything Niso was just impressed by the numbers he saw. For an event like this, so risky yet also so potentially fruitless… it was impressive she had more than just a small handful, let alone what she actually had.

Back to the girl, seemed like she was giving him the go ahead and clearly knew what his benefits were. He lowered his hands, one arm behind his back, the other flourishing in the air before resting on his chest as he fell into a deep bow. “All that and some more I can assure you that.”

As he rose back up, to showcase his extra talent, Niso’s hair began to rapidly grow out of his scalp, taking on the same green shade as the roman before him, and with a bit of a physical aid from his hand adjusting his jaw as some of the bones in his face cracked, he took on a rough imitation of the girl before him. It wasn’t perfect, but with his voice coming out close to her own, to the point over a rough phoneline it would be hard to tell them apart, he confidently let out. “But I’m sure as we plan this little party you’ll find your uses for me.~” He slapped his cheeks, his face slowly returning to nowmal, points of his hair turning dry and grey, so brittle it just fell out and his original black hair grew out to replace it, Niso all the while having a confident little smirk about his display.

“As far as payment… no. I don’t take that. Not for something that already seems so fun.~ Buuuuut if you ever DO have any gigs that’d reap in the cash or… hey, just another chance to blow off steam… keep my number in your phone.~ We’ll consider that my ‘payment’ for the first gig, shall we?~”

Niso truly didn’t care for money. He’d lived like shit most of his life, and so long as he was having fun, he was happy to live like shit for the rest.

Things seemed to be going smoothly and Niso had no real reason to complain about that by any means. Sunaho seemed to be a careful minded person but also pretty straight forward. A weird mix of anarchy but careful intelligence… maybe that was a bad first impression for now, but it seemed pretty spot on as far as he could tell. She was planning some sort of attack on the Japanese stock exchange, a form of anarchy for anarchy sake, yet, she was careful enough to make sure she knew of Niso’s own motives. Make sure he was someone she could rely on to play a useful part of her plan. He was appreciative of that, even if it wasn’t his personal method.

She even seemed on board with the idea of potentially keeping him on call for future plans. No promises made but he never expected that from anyone. Besides they were crooks and criminals. How much could they trust a promise in their world?~ Ah well though, this was as good as he could expect and he was more than happy with the results he was getting.

“Good to hear. You can find me on that little er… ‘chat thing’” he stated vaguely, not too sure on how that thing worked. Every goon and mook didn’t seem able to find it so he was careful to give away it’s existence in too much detail with Sunaho’s goons surrounding them, stepping over and offering his hand as she asked if he had any further questions. A cheeky grin forming as he couldn’t resist saying.

“My only real question is… when can I expect to start?~ Gotta have a date in mind I bet.~” That was the only thing he could expect at this point. The finer details he’d be filled in on in time, he just wanted to know when to mark on his metaphorical calander.