Chapter Three: Innovative Backtracks

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In Lily's words...
LET'S GET THIS BULLSHIT STARTED
....Welcome to arc two ^_^


  • The Thomas family has been known for causing trouble, but the head, Anita's, recent invention of a new element known as Mestusium, has pretty much topped it, excepting the invention of a twisted robot known as Boomer. This new material has sold very well, seeing as it has the ability to contain the abilities of none other than Gifted Humans. Thus, seeing as Mestusium is a relatively cheap product and easy to get one's hands on, Gifted Humans being sold on the black market is more common than ever before. Little do sellers know that there has been some deus ex machina to help encourage the trade; yes, the Lord Hades himself started the rumor that Gifted Humans work ten times as efficient as regular humans, genetically modified humans, and cyborgs combined. While this has never been scientifically confirmed, slave traders and capturers do not necessarily care as to whether or not this is true; they are receiving good money for the Gifted Humans they sell.

    In other news, the time loop that plagues Hell City has been temporarily expanded by two weeks thanks to the many efforts of one of the instigators of the time loop, Rika Furude. The timeline is set to restart on July 21, 2044, at 6:30 PM. As of now, however, it is July 12, 2044, 9:31 AM, Timeline #76. It's to be a very bumpy ride, but one can hope that it will finally end.

    It is a sunny morning, but the weather report calls for there to be light rain later today, at approximately 4:30 PM.

    Let us begin this chapter of Hell City.

    Good luck surviving.
 
Des Lovers on the run
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Des panted heavily as he ran, pulling Benji along with him."Hurry up Benji! He's getting close!" Des told his tiny cross dressing lover as they raced down the alleyway of a ruined city.Why where they running? Well if the lightning strike fast approaching weren't a good enough reason, the fact that the person behind them was attempting to kill Des, and take Benji should have been. Of course Des knew this wasn't going to be so easy. That old dog of war Reginald was way to into his job. He'd been hunting them relentlessly, and Des was beginning to get tired. He had tried to fight Reginald off, even tried to trick him. But the old man was stubborn! Des at current wasn't a match for him in combat, and it was like he had a Benji seeking compass in his head.


Des had played a risky game fighting Reginald. If he wasn't trying to keep Benji safe he wouldn't have had any issues taking the ole coot on. But he did have to, so it made things more difficult. Now Benji was in danger because Des had gone as far as possible with his shadow tag powers. This was indicated by his right eye glowing red. If he had battled using it any longer he may have snapped, then everyone would have been in danger. So they ran, although how you out run a lightning manipulating god (figuratively speaking of course) was beyond Des. Unfortunately they ended up at a dead end, with nowhere to go."I don't know what to do. I could try and use my shadow tag ability to get us away, but I don't think I could control myself if I did. Oh dear, it seems that our little trips being cut short dear Benji." Des said softly, his words filled with despair.


But then precious, wonderful, sweet, adorable Benji had the greatest idea ever thought up! Oh Des was so lucky to have Benji! He was to good to Des! Albeit a bit gullible at times, even a bit to gullible for Des's liking. I mean you could probably convince the kid that he was rainbow farting barn animal if you really tried. But regardless! He was Des's hero! He came up with the brilliant idea to use his abilities to transport them away from the old hound dog, and to safety! Of course this wasn't going to work out exactly how Des expected either. It never did..

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Some Mysterious Bastard Outside Llyria Harp
A strange man with oddly jerky movements approached the Llyria Harp contract box and dropped a large box in. Within that box was ten million in cash, a letter, and a two way communicator that was essentially a small glass black box with a single blue button and a small red button. The letter read as follows.

An experiment of our has escaped. They are a prototype robot, equipped with extremely powerful weaponry and a very basic non-sentient personality program that glitched. We would like them retrieved. The ten million is a down payment, with thirty million more possible to be received. Five million will be deducted for every limb destroyed, and ten if the head is destroyed. If the torso is breached we will pay for your funeral services, since by that point you ill be ashes spread over a mile or two and very difficult to retrieve. In other words, avoid breaching the torso, if not for your sake, then for the sake of anyone remotely nearby. Finding them should be fairly easy, for investigators of your caliber, considering their entrance to the city was unlikely to be too subtle. If not look for a large power source in an abandoned area. If the contract is accepted have whomever is assigned to it call us beforehand, and we will provide some further information on combating the threat. Use the secure communicator provided and the blue button thereon. If you wish to decline push the red button and the communicator will self destruct. Do no keep the device past three days without using it, or try to take it apart. If you do it will self destruct rather more dramatically. Included below is a picture of the subject(Just use the image below and presume :P)


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Brava Dragona
There was perhaps a stirring in a place that was both empty, and terribly full. Something came to be, and by its nature became something new. An awareness emerged, and from that came "I am." The first thought within was Who am I? With that layers of the mind emerged in truth, and knew itself, to be itself. Brava's first thought was I am Brava Kerrick. I am alive and I need to get out of this place. As Brave became aware her senses began to tell her the nature of her surroundings. She could smell a durable steel, of a mix that was generally used in military installations. How she knew that was an unconnected link in her mind but she knew it. Her imaging systems told her that it was a roughly nine foot by nine foot cube with a metal sealed seam at the top edges. She had no sooner begun to contemplate breaching the walls, than an awareness of her weaponry came online. Even as a part of herself was adjusting to this and understanding itself, another part of her was calculating laser intensity needed to breach this particular alloy of metal.

She stood, and as she did she felt her internal systems shift, calibrating. She brought her left arm to bear and with an almost subconscious effort she switched to a more concentrated single beam. The beam sliced through the metal easily, carving through a foot of steel in moments. She carved a careful circle of molten steel in the wall, and then almost instinctively she moved forwards and struck the center of the circle. There was a terrible, grinding screech as the metal moved, before crashing to the ground. Before she left she inspected her surroundings again and realized she had been lying on a large sack of some sort She flung herself through the hole and came to her feet in one smooth movement, relying partially upon her gravity generators. Three guards stood leaning against a nearby wall, obviously interrupted in their conversation. For a moment nobody moved, but then the guards panicked. They raised their weapons, taking aim at Brava, and unfortunately for them, activating her combat protocols. Her feet went null friction as her jets pushed her out of the line of fire and her left arm came up to aim. She fired three shots as she was moving, before activating her propulsion blasts and flinging herself at a wall. She landed feet first and used her gravity field to come to a halt. Her sensors scanned her surroundings but while she could still pick up heat signatures and physical presence, vital signs were gone. For a moment some part of her mind tried to process what exactly she had done, but too soon an alarm went off. Some secondary part of her mind took over as she calculated angles and trajectories. Then she started to move, picking a direction mostly at random.

Some time later she came to the outskirts of a city. She was dusty and mildly blood-spattered, but otherwise no worse for the wear. Some instinct propelled her to the roof tops as she moved a little deeper into the city. Her external lights had dimmed after she had entered the city, and she did not feel ready to attempt to speak to people. That was not to say she went unnoticed. In a city like this moving amongst the rooftops would perhaps only make you more noticeable to some. Not too deep into the city she landed on an old dilapidated warehouse in a rundown section of town. The roof was rather porous, along with the walls, but the buildings structural integrity generally remained. Brave dropped down into the building and opened up her senses, getting a feel of the building. It was a huge place, taking up most of a city block. Her senses picked up the energy signatures and movement of cameras, and she took careful aim with her left arm, taking each out with a careful EMP blast. She suspected a few had seen her, but she was having trouble thinking critically. Over the course of a few hours she dug a hole into the stone the warehouse was constructed on, she was whatever passes for exhausted in a cyborg. She emptied out the sack she had brought, and a pile of jewels and gold poured out. She flopped down and felt her systems begin to slow down into rest mode. Her sensors rolled over to constant inspection mode whilst her consciousness faded.

Tagging the leader and second in command of Llyria Harp as thy are the ones who would receive the message. TheHufflepuffRabbit TheHufflepuffRabbit Mitchs98 Mitchs98 If anyone else wants to get involved I cannot guarantee it won't be bloody chaos, but it could be fun.
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The musk of rotting flesh and human excrement is all but a distant memory as Emmanuel lays on the cold steel board that acts as a bed in his cell room. The young man has an arm over his eyes as he tries to block off the infuriating voices coming from the cell next door. The scream and mockery from the neighbouring cell echoes all around but Emmanuel is too tired to do anything else. As he lay on the bed, the palm of his hand throbs and so does the ray of coloured bruises all over his back and chest. The coolness of the metal board has long gone but moving to a cooler spot on the board is a pain in the ass at the moment.

Too tired to move and the two voices filter into his ear, Emmanuel groans, “Just kill her.” He then sighs, knowing that his words fall on deaf ears. This somehow turned into a ritual of some sort between the three of them. Emmanuel, after a long day of digging trenches, will return to his dirty cell and listen to the two women bicker and scream at each other. Then about every other day, Erika would ask him if she can use his body. Not like that but as in possession. Emmanuel and Erika used to share a body together for two years. He is not sure how Erika plans to enter him without Bernkastel’s powers, but no. No fucking thanks. He really likes having his own body to himself.

It has been 11 days since Emmanuel and his younger sister, Alicia, are imprisonment in Boomer’s slave compound. They were just hanging around the Waffle House, waiting for his girlfriend, Cirillia, when things went… muffled. The guy is not sure how exactly they got caught. He is sure he and Alicia fought the bastard that caught them but for reasons unknown, he cannot remember exactly what had happened.

He scratches at the collar around his neck.

At least his sister is faring well than him. Aside from the skimpy outfit, all the women in the compound have to wear, Alicia tells him that she is doing well at her side of this crap. A lot better than the crappy furry onesie he is sporting, she often jokes. Despite their enslavement, Alicia looks a lot happier that the Beast is not hovering over her shoulders constantly. It’s a pity though. The ominous black Beast, standing nearly 15 feet over his 5’5” sister, was an impressive presence. It's kind of strange to see it missing from his sister’s back, but as long as Alicia is happy, then that is something to look forward to in this shit they are in.

Emmanuel blinks awake after nearly dozing off. He frowns and then peels his arm away from his face. Someone has turned on the radio-

“Seriously, Lily?” Emmanuel complaints, but of course, his words fall on deaf ears. By the time the song nears its end, Emmanuel is up from his bed. Through the prison bars, he watches on as the Reaper dances on the table and Erika screaming at the top of her ghostly lungs at the Reaper. Emmanuel looks over to where Bernkastel is.

“So planning to die anytime soon?” He asks the woman. As much as he wants the woman who imprisoned Erika’s soul into his body dead, the days spent next to Bernkastel and listening to getting her toenails ripped off and Erika going insane by the day, and plus him having to exhaust himself working to the bone and picking fight ever so often with the tin can, Boomer, the guy’s need to kill the woman have slightly dampened. Slightly.

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Bernkastel looked up lazily from her reverie inside of her rather quiet cell at the teenager next door, Emmanuel. She had spent two years having fun with the boy, toying with Erika by placing her inside of his physical body. While the consequences were taking place now, the illegal Anti-Reaper couldn't help but feel slightly amused by what he said; asking her if she was planning on dying anytime soon. A half-hearted chuckle was her response; she faced the boy, resting her head on her hands, a smile on her face. But not the usual insane grin; rather, an amused, lighthearted expression. It felt unnatural on her face, like it didn't belong there. She didn't belong here, the woman decided, but kept that thought to herself. "Me, die? When I have so much work to do? Absolutely not," she responded, glancing at the two guards boredly. Might as well strike up a conversation with her fellow prisoner, enemy though he was...technically. "I almost find this situation amusing. Just eleven days ago, we were enemies and here we are now, in the same situation. Only difference is you don't have people visiting you to rub it in." This part was true; within the eight days that she had been here, several people that she had manipulated and then dumped had appeared to spite Bernkastel. Someof those words still lived in her head, and she repeated one of the most commonly said things under her breath. "'So you got what you always wanted'....damn right I did. This is just another Bernkastel-Kues." She looked back at Emmanuel, smirking. "This is just another Bernkastel-Kues," she repeated with a smirk. "Very slowly, everything that the robot owns will fall apart, and, when he thinks he has lost everything....a fire. In other words, he will get what's coming to him for his crimes, and, with a moderate sacrifice, Frederika Bernkastel will fly once more."

Lily had quieted down; she had rather irritably slumped down into her chair, opening a flask and beginning to drink from it. Erika was suspiciously glaring at Bernkastel, her blue eyes narrowed as the woman spoke. What was she thinking, talking to Emmanuel like that? Last time she checked, Bern and Emu were never all buddy-buddy. Bern was never buddy-buddy with anybody, unless she had ulterior motives. And despite the fact that she was literally guarding his cell, she couldn't help but feel that urge. The urge to keep him away from the monster who had ruined her afterlife. The monster that had the audacity to up and speak to him so casually. She glared at Lily, as though asking the Grim Reaper to get off her ass and do something, but Lily merely waved her off, staring absently outside of the cell wall. If she could, then she would just walk out of here, go to the nearest bar, and drink herself silly.

The headache was killing her. Just knowing that she was missing out on the most important aspect of her job made her furious. Lily rubbed her temples, standing up and beginning to pace. She turned on the radio once more, trying to ease it with some music. After fiddling with the knobs for a bit, she happened across a remix of the Pink Panther theme. Well. Better than nothing. Erika, meanwhile, decided to return to her obsessive Bernkastel-mocking, returning to her cell. Bernkastel merely groaned, staring irritably at Erika. She could see the hunger in her blue eyes, like a predator looking down on its prey.

"You talk a lot of bullshit," she said bluntly, resulting in an eyeroll.

"You are bullshit."

Lily snickered, causing the ghost to round on her.

"Hey! Whose side are you on?!"

"Grim Reaper Law #67: A Reaper isn't allowed to meddle in the affairs of life and death," Lily boredly recited. "Therefore, I'm neutral."

"Then why the hell are you here?"

"Because Hades told me to. Hey, if I had a choice, I wouldn't be involved in this bullshit. I've got better things to do than keep watch over Gifted Humans."

"Aha!" Erika felt as though she was on a roll; she pointed an accusing finger at Lily. "You're not here to guard; you're here to spy!"

Silence. Erika puffed up her chest in pride, smirking devilishly at the Grim Reaper. Lily only rolled her eyes.

"No. I'm here on Hades's orders."

"Just who is this 'Hades', anyways?"

"God of the Dead. Ruler of the Underworld." Lily lifted her scythe and pointed it threateningly at Erika. "I can send you there anytime I want. I'm just not doing it because you interest me. Now shut up and get back to work."

It was the ghost's turn to fall silent. Bernkastel appeared to be stifling a smile. When she got no response, the Reaper irritably sat down, taking a large gulp out of her flask. "God-damn fucking Class-Three Violation, thinking she's the boss of me--ha. I'll let a Class-fucking-Three Violation boss me around when this god-damned city freezes over."
 
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Benji held onto Des's hand as they ran as fast as they could from his very angry lightning-wielding butler. A man that had, for some reason, been out for his boyfriend's blood for the past year now, despite them doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing; travelling the world and giving information about his kingdom, Deck, to try and seek out some sort of alliance. But this time they were cornered, and Reginald (bless the man, but he worked too hard and it was getting to his head) was slowly advancing towards them, ready to kill Des. He looked over at him, expecting some sort of optimistic monologue, but instead he got the most negative speech he had ever heard, of how they were done for and how their trip would be cut short.

No! Never! He had made a promise to his kingdom--he thought, he couldn't quite remember--and that promise was.....uhh......SOMETHING! Something important! Yeah, that was it! Benji smiled up at Des, clutching his hand tight, then said simply; "Never." He then let go of Des's hands, rummaging through the pockets of his skirt--yes, his skirt--searching for something that would help. It took a good couple of minutes, and Reginald was just a couple yards away, when, almost in slow motion, he took out a playing card--the Ace of Clubs--and held it close to his heart. With his other hand, he grabbed Des's arm and yanked him down to his height of five foot six, just as there was a bright light. They were in the card. There was a pause as Benji looked around--it was the usual white space that was his card--then, still holding Des's hand, he began to walk, leaping gracefully between the occasional chasm, until finally they were far away enough. There was a pause, then he snapped his fingers.

Katerina Lambdadelta was sitting in a smoky bar, surrounded by a flock of rather gruff-looking men, some with their shirts removed, others only wearing boxers. She herself bent over to take off a pair of stockings, sighing defeatedly. Today was her day off, and on her day off, she would normally go to visit and tease Bern, but let's face it. The blonde was low on cash. The blonde was desperate for money. Which was exactly why...

...She was playing strip poker.

"Off with your shirt, Lancelot!" she said playfully, placing her deck down. A plump man, who we can presume was Lancelot, groaned, burying his head in his hands before reluctantly removing his ill-fitting t-shirt. She totally had this in the bag. Within the next few moves, she would totally--

"THERE'S A MAID ON THE TABLE!"

Lambda spit out her beer, looking up to see Benji materialize from the ace of clubs, followed by Des. She looked suspiciously at her drink, then back at Benji and Des, then at her fellow players. Half of them had ran away. She grinned cockily, sliding a pile of money over to her seat and putting her stockings back on before gathering up the clothes of her fellow players. She could totally lend these to the Gifted Human prison and get a shit-ton of money. After she dealt with whoever this was.

"Aww, you made them run away!"

"Oh?" The maid blinked; Lambda realized by his voice that this was a boy in drag. "Sorry, ma'am, I was just using the cards to get to a safe place. Uh....what is this safe place?"

"Hell City. You new around here, kiddo? Also, what's with the dress?"

"I like dresses." Benji shrugged. "And, yeah, we are. Is this your palace?"

"Hellz yes it is! A palace of money!"

"So this is a palace of gold?"

"Yeah, figuratively speaking." Lambda put on her shoes.

"Ohhh. What's 'figuratively'?" the prince whispered to Des, looking confused.
 
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The Captain ~ Captain Manga
Economics according to Hell City has been rather wishy-washy, from intrusive street gang raking the dough from defenseless mom and pop department stores to the core of corruption and double-dealing, political affairs, which was a complicated stand-point as well as far as territorial control but then again everyone knew who was in-charge, stepping on people’s shoes on this city can only go so far before someone winds up losing a limb or worse. Surprisingly there are a few whom are diamonds among the rough, those that stand against all nefarious measures taken by these wicked people instead of caring about their own financial gain, ordinary citizens have a tendency of calling them ‘heroes’ but for Yakai? Compliments go as far as a nervous thank you or a hideous reprimanding after dealing with the threat only to find out half of their establishment has been ruined by the violent altercation, to Yakai these unappreciative responses were among many but he could only stay ‘noble’ in the face of displeasure as vigilantism had its consequences, some would fear them just for taking actions into their own hands, some would love them for standing up against scum that plague the city-streets, but in Yakai’s case it was more along the lines of embarrassment by watching such a fellow get his ass handed to him in a half-hearted attempt to help his fellow man or woman. Soon though they’d understand that even heroes come in all shapes and sizes, not always being the best of times but always managing to triumph in the end against ‘evil’. Among the bustling streets of Hell City wandered the courageous individual, wielding his specially designed jacket over his massive frame as if it were a million dollars, in actuality it costed around three-hundred or so because of the fictional girls that had to be painstakingly printed out and placed within the transparent fabric of the inside but that’s not important, what is important though was that he was on a mission, a mission for a lovely damsel that he’s been waiting weeks for, with anxiousness in his furrowed brow and a desire of euphoria streaming from his smirk he stopped in-front of a inconspicuous building marked as ‘Asel Graphic Novels’ from the decorative neon sign placed behind the storefront main window. It was time for him to meet the girl of his dreams, she may have not always been the best at times but she sure knew how to make him feel like a gem among rut! Yakai silently huffed with a tension relieving itself through his shaky tone as he stepped through the double doors and into his own makeshift paradise, his eyes skimming across the store looking for his woman until he was addressed by the friendly shop-keeper. “Yakai, it’s been a while. I’m guessing you’re here to see your lady-friend eh?” He asked with his elbows positioned on the counter, giving him a cheeky expression as he nonchalantly fidgeted with a toothpick hanging out from the bottom of his lip. “Ha, James. You know me by now! You know that i’m always willing to stop by everyday to see the love of my life, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”

Yakai slipped his fingers through the bangs of his ginger-hue hair whilst focusing on his woman in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think how he was gonna surprise him today but he couldn’t rush things as all the good things in life needed patience, Yakai knew this more than anyone, with one gracious salute to the cashier he speed-walked his way to the back of the store, growing more and more nervous by the second as negative ideas closeted his mind until he graced his view with hers, standing at the back of the store as if she had his name written all over her. “Standard issue, Ch8: Sesuki Waifu Fantasy 1” Just by expressing the name alone made his knees weak, without wasting time he snagged it with all of his might and sprinted to the front counter like a man possessed with love until he stopped mid-way at the sound of raspy voices and banging. “What was this?” Yakai thought, peering through one of the isles with his hands pushing away most of the manga, his big beaty eyes watching a group of teenagers in masks with blunt weapons, one with a baseball bat, another with a 2x4 of some sort, and the other just had his fists, all of which were harassing the store-owner and demanding money. This was a time for someone to step-up! This was a time for him to prove himself, to his waifu and to those that’ve doubted him! Yakai unbuttoned the front of shirt revealing his hefty gut and the anime artwork within his jacket, Mr.Manga was here to stop these ne'er do wells now! “STOP RIGHT THERE!” Yakai bellowed out, his index finger pointing to the three robbers with his face asserting an expression of complete dominance over these ‘plebs. One of the robbers looked over to him before glancing at his buddies, making out a silent “what the fuck?” with his lips before being surprised at Yakai who leapt outward like a big-cat pouncing on his prey, knocking him over and onto the ground. “Oh god, someone get this greasy bastard off me! He’s the size of a truck!” Yakai literally sat on the poor-man as he looked at both of the accomplices with a grin wrapping around his face like a cheshire cat. “You’ve defiled my Waifu’s place of living, for this, i’ll defile your lives.” Yakai was actually doing quite good for a moment until he was kicked off the delinquent and proceeded to be beaten up by them, getting a couple of feet to the face and gut before they decided they were bored and left. “Uh, Yakai are you okay?” The cashier rose from behind the counter, shuffling over to his side as the large man groaned in pain. “Yeah, just a couple of bruises but nothing to worry about.” He rolled over onto the front of his stomach, getting up as he looked back at the concerned manager while sighing with relief as he picked up his manga comic, as long as that was completely unscathed he knew he had been victorious. “You’re gonna get yourself killed man. Thank you for helping me you can keep that comic of yours for free, i’m concerned about you though, you can’t keep trying to protect people, this is Hell City, this place is littered with gangs. One day you’re gonna mess with the wrong person and it’s gonna be all bad.” Obviously he knew this was coming, disappointment. Not everyone could understand the idea behind becoming a vigilante, his pride would eat away at his conscious if he gave up now, Yakai simply looked at him and chuckled through the pain before taking a few steps towards the door. “This city needs a hero, without one, who’ll be there to step-up? I’m sorry but i’ve got to do this.” Yakai briefly stated before looking back once more, determination was a strong-point of his, so much so that it’d take every fibre of his own being to stop himself from acting out on his own goals, but now that this was taken care of he’d have to figure out where these foolish peons had the audacity to commit such a heinous crime, looks like his job wasn’t completed yet, Yakai stepped outside and checked around before seeing one of the robbers fleeing away from the crime scene, Mr.Manga was on the case. ​
 
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The musk of rotting flesh and human excrement is all but a distant memory as Emmanuel lays on the cold steel board that acts as a bed in his cell room. The young man has an arm over his eyes as he tries to block off the infuriating voices coming from the cell next door. The scream and mockery from the neighbouring cell echoes all around but Emmanuel is too tired to do anything else. As he lay on the bed, the palm of his hand throbs and so does the ray of coloured bruises all over his back and chest. The coolness of the metal board has long gone but moving to a cooler spot on the board is a pain in the ass at the moment.

Too tired to move and the two voices filter into his ear, Emmanuel groans, “Just kill her.” He then sighs, knowing that his words fall on deaf ears. This somehow turned into a ritual of some sort between the three of them. Emmanuel, after a long day of digging trenches, will return to his dirty cell and listen to the two women bicker and scream at each other. Then about every other day, Erika would ask him if she can use his body. Not like that but as in possession. Emmanuel and Erika used to share a body together for two years. He is not sure how Erika plans to enter him without Bernkastel’s powers, but no. No fucking thanks. He really likes having his own body to himself.

It has been 11 days since Emmanuel and his younger sister, Alicia, are imprisonment in Boomer’s slave compound. They were just hanging around the Waffle House, waiting for his girlfriend, Cirillia, when things went… muffled. The guy is not sure how exactly they got caught. He is sure he and Alicia fought the bastard that caught them but for reasons unknown, he cannot remember exactly what had happened.

He scratches at the collar around his neck.

At least his sister is faring well than him. Aside from the skimpy outfit, all the women in the compound have to wear, Alicia tells him that she is doing well at her side of this crap. A lot better than the crappy furry onesie he is sporting, she often jokes. Despite their enslavement, Alicia looks a lot happier that the Beast is not hovering over her shoulders constantly. It’s a pity though. The ominous black Beast, standing nearly 15 feet over his 5’5” sister, was an impressive presence. It's kind of strange to see it missing from his sister’s back, but as long as Alicia is happy, then that is something to look forward to in this shit they are in.

Emmanuel blinks awake after nearly dozing off. He frowns and then peels his arm away from his face. Someone has turned on the radio-

“Seriously, Lily?” Emmanuel complaints, but of course, his words fall on deaf ears. By the time the song nears its end, Emmanuel is up from his bed. Through the prison bars, he watches on as the Reaper dances on the table and Erika screaming at the top of her ghostly lungs at the Reaper. Emmanuel looks over to where Bernkastel is.

“So planning to die anytime soon?” He asks the woman. As much as he wants the woman who imprisoned Erika’s soul into his body dead, the days spent next to Bernkastel and listening to getting her toenails ripped off and Erika going insane by the day, and plus him having to exhaust himself working to the bone and picking fight ever so often with the tin can, Boomer, the guy’s need to kill the woman have slightly dampened. Slightly.

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Bernkastel looked up lazily from her reverie inside of her rather quiet cell at the teenager next door, Emmanuel. She had spent two years having fun with the boy, toying with Erika by placing her inside of his physical body. While the consequences were taking place now, the illegal Anti-Reaper couldn't help but feel slightly amused by what he said; asking her if she was planning on dying anytime soon. A half-hearted chuckle was her response; she faced the boy, resting her head on her hands, a smile on her face. But not the usual insane grin; rather, an amused, lighthearted expression. It felt unnatural on her face, like it didn't belong there. She didn't belong here, the woman decided, but kept that thought to herself. "Me, die? When I have so much work to do? Absolutely not," she responded, glancing at the two guards boredly. Might as well strike up a conversation with her fellow prisoner, enemy though he was...technically. "I almost find this situation amusing. Just eleven days ago, we were enemies and here we are now, in the same situation. Only difference is you don't have people visiting you to rub it in." This part was true; within the eight days that she had been here, several people that she had manipulated and then dumped had appeared to spite Bernkastel. Someof those words still lived in her head, and she repeated one of the most commonly said things under her breath. "'So you got what you always wanted'....damn right I did. This is just another Bernkastel-Kues." She looked back at Emmanuel, smirking. "This is just another Bernkastel-Kues," she repeated with a smirk. "Very slowly, everything that the robot owns will fall apart, and, when he thinks he has lost everything....a fire. In other words, he will get what's coming to him for his crimes, and, with a moderate sacrifice, Frederika Bernkastel will fly once more."

Lily had quieted down; she had rather irritably slumped down into her chair, opening a flask and beginning to drink from it. Erika was suspiciously glaring at Bernkastel, her blue eyes narrowed as the woman spoke. What was she thinking, talking to Emmanuel like that? Last time she checked, Bern and Emu were never all buddy-buddy. Bern was never buddy-buddy with anybody, unless she had ulterior motives. And despite the fact that she was literally guarding his cell, she couldn't help but feel that urge. The urge to keep him away from the monster who had ruined her afterlife. The monster that had the audacity to up and speak to him so casually. She glared at Lily, as though asking the Grim Reaper to get off her ass and do something, but Lily merely waved her off, staring absently outside of the cell wall. If she could, then she would just walk out of here, go to the nearest bar, and drink herself silly.

The headache was killing her. Just knowing that she was missing out on the most important aspect of her job made her furious. Lily rubbed her temples, standing up and beginning to pace. She turned on the radio once more, trying to ease it with some music. After fiddling with the knobs for a bit, she happened across a remix of the Pink Panther theme. Well. Better than nothing. Erika, meanwhile, decided to return to her obsessive Bernkastel-mocking, returning to her cell. Bernkastel merely groaned, staring irritably at Erika. She could see the hunger in her blue eyes, like a predator looking down on its prey.

"You talk a lot of bullshit," she said bluntly, resulting in an eyeroll.

"You are bullshit."

Lily snickered, causing the ghost to round on her.

"Hey! Whose side are you on?!"

"Grim Reaper Law #67: A Reaper isn't allowed to meddle in the affairs of life and death," Lily boredly recited. "Therefore, I'm neutral."

"Then why the hell are you here?"

"Because Hades told me to. Hey, if I had a choice, I wouldn't be involved in this bullshit. I've got better things to do than keep watch over Gifted Humans."

"Aha!" Erika felt as though she was on a roll; she pointed an accusing finger at Lily. "You're not here to guard; you're here to spy!"

Silence. Erika puffed up her chest in pride, smirking devilishly at the Grim Reaper. Lily only rolled her eyes.

"No. I'm here on Hades's orders."

"Just who is this 'Hades', anyways?"

"God of the Dead. Ruler of the Underworld." Lily lifted her scythe and pointed it threateningly at Erika. "I can send you there anytime I want. I'm just not doing it because you interest me. Now shut up and get back to work."

It was the ghost's turn to fall silent. Bernkastel appeared to be stifling a smile. When she got no response, the Reaper irritably sat down, taking a large gulp out of her flask. "God-damn fucking Class-Three Violation, thinking she's the boss of me--ha. I'll let a Class-fucking-Three Violation boss me around when this god-damned city freezes over."
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It was silent at first, besides from the Loud obnoxious singing of a certain reaper, and the arguing, and screaming of others. But slowly, and surely music could be heard approaching those imprisoned. It sounded like,"IM WALKING ON SUN SHINE OH OOOOH! ITS TIME TA FEEL GOOD!"Boomers voice strong a silky, as good as any singers rang out through the area as he appraoched. Along with his singing came a loud clinking, and clunking sound, as if someone was pounding on metal.


Boomer was in a good mood, which didn't really mean anything special. Regardless of his mood, he was still the same cybernetic asshole as always. Ever since the high demand in gifted humans Boomer had risen in power. Of course this required him to betray his beloved Bern. But then again he preferred her this way, she was much more manageable. He figured it was all the torture tuckering her out. Plus he kind of had a whole slave harem going on, which was always nice, even if they were forced into it. He slammed open the door to the others leaving it slightly dented. He hadn't gotten use to his new body yet, so he occasionally broke stuff. Well if occasionally meant all the time that was.


He had hidden Yozaku somewhere, so that he could admire his first home occasionally. Also he didn't want him coming back for revenge as a ghost or something. His whereabouts were hidden from all but Boomer. So it was impossible for anyone to know where he was. Well with the acception of a few all seeing individuals. But Boomer wasn't concerned about them, since thus far he hasn't done anything to piss them off. At least as far as he knew he hadn't. But forgetting about all those that wanted his hard drive on a plater Boomer had come to play his favorite game. Torture the slaves until someone passes out, or dies. Okay the name needed some work, but still the screams of agony always soothed his circuits.


His massive new body lumbered forward, his single robotic eye scanning all individuals present. He approached the cage containing Bern, then looked over to Erika, and Lily."So, how have things been? Anything I should know? Any new jobs from Hades? Which i must say, he has great job benefits. I mean way better than Bern. The only benefit she had was letting anyone, and everyone get all up in her goods if you get my saying. Hahaha"The cybrog laughed, a loud obnoxious, and strangly human laugh. He then approached one of the other prisoners, a guy he had caught named Emu. Boomer cocked his head to the side, the lens that was his pupil shrinking as it focused on him, the expanding once he was done observing him."So how ya doing? You guys really look like shit, do you guys ever get to bathe? Because I don't want my ladies to be filthy when I take em for a ride. It takes forever to clean the filth off my parts."
He said rubbing his hand in circles on his chest miming out him washing his chest off. He approached Lily his large metal feet pounding on the floor before he stopped, and pulled her close, whispering so only her, and Erika could hear."So I was wondering if you two could assist me in a bit of "shock therapy" ? If you catch my metaphor?"


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Masakazu Fuma ~ The Mad Dog.
Ear-piercing shrieks bellowed out from the dimly-lit alleyway as the wannabe thug cupped his hands around both of his ears, at this point the woman whom he was mugging took this opportunity to bolt away from the terrifying scene. “Wh-a-at is ha-ppening to me?!” The slender fingers on each of his rough hands had begun curling inward whilst freakily shaking as did the rest of his body which motioned someone intimidating the ‘potty’ dance with a mixture of confusion and immense pain revealed on his scowling expression. This feeling was comparable to having a sharpened needle be pierced through each sensitive nerve on his body all the while having it be heated up with each prick taken, as if this weren’t bad enough, he swore he could’ve heard a faint voice in the back of his mind and an unfamiliar one at that! Silence came after a few minutes of enduring the pain, both of the man’s legs as well as arms were dead-still as he laid upon the dirtied concrete in a fetal position. A couple of curious heads from the outside of the alleyway were peering inward, checking out the whole situation as the hoodlum stayed in the exact same spot, there were three of them, all of them resembling the same age as the man in the middle of the alleyway. Soon it was realized that they’d been a group of look-outs associated with him once they made sure the coast was clear, scampering into the depths of the darkened backstreet before proceeding to shakedown the presumably dead friend of theirs like a bunch of rats feeding off their brethren “Heeey, look at this you were actually good for something!” One of them whistled, shaking the wallet with glee after retrieving it from the man’s pocket. Hell city was a scummy place to say the least with the lowest members of society being placed into one ruined patch of land where the rich would scoff at the poor and weak, resorting to nothing but beating up innocents and stealing from their closest friends and even family just to survive, that was politics for you. Rich succeed and the poor are placed within a miserable condition to fend for themselves, Masakazu knew this all too well after losing all of it, needing brain-surgery and being completely bankrupt with nothing going your way, sure he’d do a lot to survive but even someone like him had a couple of rules, these bottom-feeders didn’t even take the chance to see if their friend was alright before taking advantage of him. Out of nowhere the supposedly unconscious man, now nowhere close to being dead raised his eyelids with haste, a sickening red gleamed through his iris while the whites of his eyes remained bloodshot from an unknown rage boiling out from the man. As he awoke so did his unforgiving hand which bolted upward towards the skies above only to come into contact with the low-life’s jaw, gripping it tightly enough that you could visibly hear the bone giving way from his grasp. “There’s one thing I hate, more than anything in this God forsaken world.” His friends didn’t know what was happening, especially after hearing that unknown voice resonating out from the windpipe of his colleague whom gradually regained his composure, standing up onto both of his feet while still holding the man off the ground by his own jaw. “And that’s traitors like you!”

Masakau’s enraged tone roared out, echoing through the alley as he threw the person head first into the concrete then furiously stomping on his ugly mug repeatedly, blurting out harsh obscenities until he ended his onslaught of blows. “You stupid moootherfucker!” He voiced, giving a good one last kick to the disfigured body then taking a moment to look back at the others who had already managed to pull-out of the whole free ass-kicking prize, huffing as he reflected upon how crappy everything was, Bernkastel was nowhere to be found and it was only a couple of months at that! She would’ve texted him by now, oh wait.. He doesn’t have a phone, But at-least he could’ve sent letters! That is if ghosts were capable of using letter-openers, it sure did bite ass being a ghostie but Bernkastel was always there to cheer him up in some way or another, she always did treat him like royalty in comparison to most of the people she did business with, so much so that it’s as if they had some sort of unofficial relationship. “Damn these feelings, I can’t be doing this right now! I’ve gotta find her.” Memories of her being with him were beginning to make his throat seize up with feeling, if anyone were to so much as lay a finger on her they’d have it cut off and jammed right up their shit-hole if Masakazu had the opportunity to do so. Knowing that this was only stalling and prolonging the inevitable, it was only a matter of time before he sucked in those emotions and scampered out of the alley with his new body being revealed within the neighboring corner-stores, a smirk stretching from his face as he walked up next to one of the front’s windows, gazing upon his new image with delight. “Well would ya look at me? I’m pretty damn hot to say the least! Just hoping Berny will recognize me through this pretty-boy face of mine.” His lean frame stepped back away, footstep after footstep growing distance away from the mirroring reflection while raising his arms outward from his sides as he stepped off from the curb and into one of the lanes of traffic causing one of the oncoming cars to come to a halting screech but it wasn’t enough, Masakazu tilted backwards onto the tips of his toes as the front of the vehicle came colliding with him, managing to send his back straight through the windshield and into the passenger seat of the unknown person’s vehicle who was glaring at good ol’ Mazzy with a face of complete shock with Masakazu on the other-hand giving a bit shit-eating grin. “Damn! Insurance fraud sure is one kick in the nads id say, you’re gonna need to cough up a pretty penny if you’re gonna get through this law-suit, buuuut i’m sure we can settle this out of court! Don’t worry i’ve got a solution though, this shall do!” Masakazu softly hummed as he leaned forward, pulling back the door-handle and unbuckling the driver’s seat belt.

“Be sure to write me postcards from the hospital!” With that being said he hunched his body back and put full-force into projecting the man out of the vehicle with his foot, adjusting his own rear-end into the driver's seat after doing so, Masakazu couldn’t help but laugh hysterically watching the man flop like a ridiculous fish in the rear-view mirror after hitting the pavement like a sack of manure. “If he wasn’t a master contortionist before, he sure the hell is now.” Masakazu thought as he brought his thumb onto the radio, spinning one of the knobs and listening in on one of the radio hosts. “And here we’ve got one of our hit-songs from a recent band that’s been rising up through the charts! This is Dangerous by NitroSuperSonic.” Simply raising an eyebrow, Masakazu smiled as the music blared throughout the stereo. “Haaaa! This is what i’m talking about, Guess who’s payyyying a visit Bisssmarrrkuu!” Masakazu yelled, pushing his foot on the gas-pedal with a wicked look in his eyes as the speedometer’s dial shook with intensity. With Bernkastel being gone, Masakazu was back more than ever and at the loss of his loved one he was going to burn the entire city to the ground if he didn’t get her back.

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Emmanuel stares at the crude interior outside of his cell as Bernkastel replies back to him. The young man cannot help but rolls his eyes when the woman started to make no sense to him until she says abouy ruining the tin can and flying off. Just ad he is about to comment about her escape, Erika joins into the conversation.

"You know, I dont think I've actually been this close to a Reaper until like two weeks ago." He breaks the silence in the prison for a moment. With his hands hanging on the cell bar, Emmanuel waves his limbs at towards Lily. "Bro said to stay away from your kind, especially you, Lily." He stares at the Reaper with narrowed eyes. "Though, I'm pretty sure you and Madhu have some history... You can't be ex-" He stops, hearing the tall tell sounds of Boomer nearing their section of the prison with its shitty playlist.

Emmanuel's eyes follow the giant robot as it saunters into the prison. The metal body passes him and then towards the guards, Erika and Lily.

"Hey Tin Can! Hey Tin Caaaaan!" Emmanuel grabs the metal bars and rattles the whole thing. The bar clings and clangs, echoing harshly in the prison. "When are you gonna sell me, you piece of shit? You know I'm more trouble here than there, you assshole." He taunts a bit more ."For a successful slaver, you're shit at selling to hot, rich milfs."

Then to Bern he mock whispers "It probably doesnt know, but the Tin Can only provides us with just a bucket."

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I kinda assumed that Emu n Bern's cell are beside each other. And Emu's supposed to have cellmates actually.

@fem: emu doesnt know who Madhu hired to get rid of the Mafia's leftover materials after the war. He just knows that there was an operation.
 
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THE HERMIT, THE OUTSIDER, AND THE DETECTIVE Solemn Jester Solemn Jester TripTripleTimes TripTripleTimes
Lily looked over to Emmanuel, bored, when he mentioned him never being close to Reapers before talking about his brother, Madhu. It took the Reaper a minute to realize what he was talking about, then she remembered. "Magpie". A small smile formed on the Grim Reaper's face, like an old woman reminiscing a good time that she had, and she nodded. "I'm not surprised," she responded with a shrug, taking a huge gulp out of her flask. "First of all, us Reapers are closely connected to Hades himself. He acts nice, but he's not exactly the type of guy you'd want to spend time with. Second of all, I'm a bad influence. Parents hate me because I curse, drink, smoke, the whole shebang. Of course," She frowned. "It's not without a reason, unfortunately. Third, us Reapers keep to ourselves most of the time, unless we have to break out of our shells. And as for your brother, I'm afraid that's confidenta--oh, goddammit." The sound of a robot singing pierced Lily's ears, and she tried not to cringe as she heard the familiar banging of Boomer's feet. And lo and behold, the giant-ass robot appeared. Lily boredly raised her scythe in greeting, ignoring how Erika practically leapt up in excitement. Bernkastel, on the other hand, looked simply disgusted, as though she would prefer to dunk his head in a water-bowl than have him "take her for a ride". In fact, she kept that expression on her face as Boomer went to speak with the two guards out of earshot.

"Sure, whatever.You're lively this morning, Boombox," Lily responded to it with a cocked brow, looking to Erika to see what she would say. The ghost merely rubbed her hands together and giggled, as though she was sharing whatever sick joke Boomer was making.

"Shock therapy, hmm? Sounds great!" Erika interrupted brightly, glancing at the three prisoners and mock-waving at them. In return, she got a middle finger and a mouthed "eat garbage" from Bern before she snorted at what Emu said.

"I live in an underground cavern and I have better hygiene than that thing," she responded boredly, looking at her nails. Then, at a rather loud volume, she added; "I also have henchmen willing to work for me and women and men willing to have sex with me in exchange for information. Poor robot has to hold his henchmen captive and have sex with those who look like children. Pedophilia much?" She snickered gleefully, looking it dead in the eye. Challenging it. "Pathetic. And you call yourself an eeeeeeeevil robot. From what I've heard, you were living with Dearest Daddy while Mommy took a nappy-bye. How adorable. Simply adorable. I think I just farted a rainbow thinking of how cute that is." And with that, Bernkastel stretched herself luxoriously across the small mat she usually laid on, still laughing. Erika gave her a disgusted look.

"What is your problem?"

"Problem? Me?" A giggle. Erika scrunched up her nose, nodding. "I have no problem, but I have a feeling you do. How goes that acrophobia? I recommend jumping off a building. It solves all your problems." At this, the ghost turned a bright shade of red. Bern's smile was back to its normal demonic grin as she gazed at Erika. There was a silence between the two.

Finally, Erika turned back to Boomer, pointing at Bern. "I get to do her, got it?"
 
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Benji held onto Des's hand as they ran as fast as they could from his very angry lightning-wielding butler. A man that had, for some reason, been out for his boyfriend's blood for the past year now, despite them doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing; travelling the world and giving information about his kingdom, Deck, to try and seek out some sort of alliance. But this time they were cornered, and Reginald (bless the man, but he worked too hard and it was getting to his head) was slowly advancing towards them, ready to kill Des. He looked over at him, expecting some sort of optimistic monologue, but instead he got the most negative speech he had ever heard, of how they were done for and how their trip would be cut short.

No! Never! He had made a promise to his kingdom--he thought, he couldn't quite remember--and that promise was.....uhh......SOMETHING! Something important! Yeah, that was it! Benji smiled up at Des, clutching his hand tight, then said simply; "Never." He then let go of Des's hands, rummaging through the pockets of his skirt--yes, his skirt--searching for something that would help. It took a good couple of minutes, and Reginald was just a couple yards away, when, almost in slow motion, he took out a playing card--the Ace of Clubs--and held it close to his heart. With his other hand, he grabbed Des's arm and yanked him down to his height of five foot six, just as there was a bright light. They were in the card. There was a pause as Benji looked around--it was the usual white space that was his card--then, still holding Des's hand, he began to walk, leaping gracefully between the occasional chasm, until finally they were far away enough. There was a pause, then he snapped his fingers.

Katerina Lambdadelta was sitting in a smoky bar, surrounded by a flock of rather gruff-looking men, some with their shirts removed, others only wearing boxers. She herself bent over to take off a pair of stockings, sighing defeatedly. Today was her day off, and on her day off, she would normally go to visit and tease Bern, but let's face it. The blonde was low on cash. The blonde was desperate for money. Which was exactly why...

...She was playing strip poker.

"Off with your shirt, Lancelot!" she said playfully, placing her deck down. A plump man, who we can presume was Lancelot, groaned, burying his head in his hands before reluctantly removing his ill-fitting t-shirt. She totally had this in the bag. Within the next few moves, she would totally--

"THERE'S A MAID ON THE TABLE!"

Lambda spit out her beer, looking up to see Benji materialize from the ace of clubs, followed by Des. She looked suspiciously at her drink, then back at Benji and Des, then at her fellow players. Half of them had ran away. She grinned cockily, sliding a pile of money over to her seat and putting her stockings back on before gathering up the clothes of her fellow players. She could totally lend these to the Gifted Human prison and get a shit-ton of money. After she dealt with whoever this was.

"Aww, you made them run away!"

"Oh?" The maid blinked; Lambda realized by his voice that this was a boy in drag. "Sorry, ma'am, I was just using the cards to get to a safe place. Uh....what is this safe place?"

"Hell City. You new around here, kiddo? Also, what's with the dress?"

"I like dresses." Benji shrugged. "And, yeah, we are. Is this your palace?"

"Hellz yes it is! A palace of money!"

"So this is a palace of gold?"

"Yeah, figuratively speaking." Lambda put on her shoes.

"Ohhh. What's 'figuratively'?" the prince whispered to Des, looking confused.
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Des wasn't surprised to find himself in the middle of some odd get together. It seemed a game of card was going on. One which Des, and Benji just so happened to pop out on. Luckily that electric Gramps was nowhere to be seen. Unluckily one of the people at the table greeted them by spitting out her beverage in shock. Des frown, looking for a napkin to wipe the beer off. He sighed heavily, glaring at the girl for a moment. She seemed odd, but not in the normal way. She had a aura about her that was not of this world....As a matter of fact. Des looked around the area, observing every detail of the room. He had been just about everywhere in their world, and remembered every detail, well more or less. But this seemed unfamiliar to him, he couldn't place it at all. Maybe it was some hidden place, that even he had yet to find, after all their world had many secrets, even he couldn't know everything.


Des turned wide eyed at the girl as she had begun conversing with Benji. Des wrapped a arm around him, giving a suspicious glance towards her."Hell city? Are you saying we've been transported to hell? Oh my Benji it seems you've really miss fired. If this hell is considered safe I'd really hate to know what Reginald has planned for me if he catches me."

Des said with a merry laugh, holding his side's and falling back onto the table. Obviously exhausted by their recent encounter with the relentless head butler. After he finished his laugh he sat up, and gave the girl another glance. She was cute, but not as cute as Benji. Plus him, and Benji had history." Oh poor naive Benji, figuratively mean I can't melt this place down as buy a private island somewhere far away. Its not really made of money, it just a place where she aquires money. Hustling chumps I'm sure, after all with a name like hell city I doubt this place is filled with honest good natured folk."


(Suddenly Heinrich sneezed and his ears began to ring)


Des picked up the playing cards, shuffling them all into a deck. Then he began working his magic. He shuffled the cards from one hand to the other. Then fanned them out, showing the entire deck. Before pulling them all back together so it looked like there was only one card. Suddenly there was only one card. He handed the card to the girl, the card being the ace of hearts. Then he held his hands out, and pulled his sleeves down, showing he had nothing up them. Before suddenly it began raining cards. Des closed his eyes, then jabbed at a random falling card. He opened his eyes, and smiled."I think my card beats yours."He said showing her the ace of hearts, somehow having been removed from her hand, and switched with the 2 of hearts."Anyhoo, that's all the magic I'll be doing. Names Des, and this is Benji. You wouldn't happen to have a place we could stay for a bit do you? We'd be more than happy to pay our way, as you can see. I'm very good with my hands."
Des said in a sluggish almost seductive manner, giggling at his words.


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Minutes had passed before Masakazu took-off on his wild scavenging hunt for Bernkastel, all the while being ultimately unaware about what destiny has in store for him and the others soon to be affected by his disorderly methods of obtaining information. He’d exhausted his own valuable time, resources, and expendable men just to showingly present his affection to that soul purloining wonder of a woman including risking his own life several times just to seek any attention from her, even if it meant a simple bat of the eyes towards his direction. All of this may of concluded with curtains being prematurely closed because of his blind love however his obsessive yearning for devotion had ensnared his heart yet beyond death it still had staked itself within his soul, eating him apart at the seams all for one woman, some quote that love makes us ‘crazy’ and indeed it does but what if such endearment falls upon someone who is already crazy? Factoring this in, it wasn’t going to bode well for Hell City even if it was already upon the brink of turmoil. Pavement gave the impression of a cloud as the momentum of the speeding vehicle jolted forward with Masakazu methodically tapping the pinnacle of his fingers alongside the rubber steering wheel cover, his antagonistic mug nearly glued to the windshield trying to acquire a distant sight of the notorious general store.

“Bismarck. . . I swear, if you’ve done anything to hurt her, i’ll shred all those books you so love in-front of you and burn you down with the rest of your damn establishment.” Envisioning Bernkastel in his mind with such a negative outlook made him heavily grit his teeth as turbulence overtook his facial expression, giving it an ‘everlasting’ grimace. Knowing Bismarck it was unlikely that he’d have the courage to extinguish Frederika from existence but this mere exception didn’t hold its ground with the rest of his family as they would have killed her at any-point if she was at their ‘benevolent’ mercy. An abrupt screeching noise ensued from the tires peeling out across the top of asphalt, promptly halting the vehicle after it’d been thirty or so yards away from the Llyria Harp building. “Hm, should I let’em know that i’m here with a spectacular entrance?” Masakazu said before taking another unsightly glance at the front of store and shuttering a tad bit at the rough patch-up job from the last time he decided to make a flashy arrival, as much as he’d enjoy ‘shitting’ on Bismarck’s parade he’d most likely have to pry some information out of him without being his usual threatening-self, perhaps he should’ve brought a complimentary/forgiveness gift-basket for trying to kill half of his family and kidnap him including his children, that probably would’ve made this whole trip a lot better but knowing he only had a bouquet of flowers in the backseat of this random guy’s vehicle it’d have to do for now. Snatching away the delicately wrapped roses, Masakazu stepped out from the driver-side seat with his usual passive aggressive twinkle forming amidst his face as he made his way to the front of the store, holding the colorful bouquet behind his sturdy back. “Oh, Bismarck? You home dear? I’ve got a couple of questions that need to be answered!”

Without wasting time becoming a nuisance, Masakazu repeatedly knocked on the door, sometimes in different rhythms until he spent around two minutes trying to get someone to come outside with no response, scratching his head in confusion he pressed up against the transparent glass and looked inside to an unlit space that was void of life for about a couple of days now which was puzzling, weren’t they suppose to be open today? If that wasn’t odd enough, there was a sizable container near the mailbox without any notable stamping or indications that it was from anyone related to them. “Strange, all of this isn’t adding up. Closed on a business day and a mysterious box laid out with no markings on it, a shady box at that too.” Oh well! Could’ve just been some good ol’ coincidences, Masakazu brushed off the off-colored feeling and decided that the best way of introducing his pleasant-self is by barging in and making himself at home, foot-first of course. Thrusting the bottom of his foot against one of the doors and knocking it off the hinges, Masakazu stepped inside, flowers still behind his back and his curious-self looking about the place as to find anyone who had been here. “Aye, Bismarck! Okay, I can explain i’m not here to kill anyone, yet. I just need to know where Bernkastel is! Hope you’re not too mad about the door either, i’m sure a bit of elbow-grease can fix it right back up” Still no response, usually if someone causes that much commotion they’d have people stumbling over each other trying to figure out if someone’s attacking Llyria harp, something definitely wasn’t right here, Bernkastel missing and Bismarck too? Either aliens have just now arrived to Earth and have taken their vengeance upon Hell City or they were kidnapped! Although Bismarck would probably whine a lot, not sure why Bernkastel wanted to have him locked up in the first place. Obviously this whole ordeal was going nowhere except further being an annoyance, Masakazu irritably rolled his eyes as he stepped back out, picking the knocked-down door and putting it sloppily back into place before leaving. “I’ll find you Bern, even if it means burning Hell City to the ground to do so.” A burning sensation was eating away at the left-over sanity Masakazu had left, it was only a matter of time before he was consumed by his own madness, a ticking time-bomb waiting to go off with the population being casualties, there had only been once last place to search and that was one of the few police-stations that hadn’t been blown up, surely they must’ve had some evidence tying to recent disappearances. ​
 
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Maria SaedorWith the recent invention of the magical Gifted Human nullifying substance, by as Maria called her daily and now pretty much hated her 'that bitch Anita', their lives recently had been sort of hellish. If only for the fact that Maria had to worry daily that some asshole would come in and try to capture Bismarck or Chuck to sell him off to who knows where. She and Elizabeth both at times had taken to staying up and watching over the both of them, her children as well seeing as they more than likely possessed gifts of their own. So essentially she had barely gotten any sleep the past few weeks and was essentially running on coffee, of which she was drinking at the very moment Luce rocked up. At first things seemed normal, she was somewhat happy to see that Bismarck was getting to see his friend and somewhat look alike.

Though...things very soon very quickly turned...well, gay from the looks of it. She sipped her coffee slowly as Luce backed Bismarck up to the wall, a smirk forming on her face. Just what the actual fuck was going on? Was Luce in heat or something? She didn't stop the conversation, oh no not at all...in-fact she had gotten out her phone filming the entire thing. It was like out of a poorly made hentai that the store occasionally sold, it was great. She was about to start laughing...up until the damned fox slapped cuffs on her husband. At the point she spit her coffee out as he hauled him out of the store, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" She shouted, tossing her cup down and moving out of the store after a brief moment of shock. Of course by the time she had exited they were already out of sight, the neko cursing on her her breath.

She would then walk back in and stare at Chuck, "What the actual hell just happened?" She asked. She couldn't believe it. Surely the way Luce was acting was a plan to distract her...there was absolutely no way she would of let him take Bismarck otherwise, no matter what was wrong with him. "We...we have to find them. Stop Luce, maybe kill him...hell I don't even understand what's going on." She said, pacing back and forth as she thought and slowly trying to cope with the absurdity of it all.​
 
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Bismarck had been handed off to Hades shortly after his capture and told to follow him. Down into the depths of his fancy mansion. Into the depths of Bismarck Hell, where several dresses were hanging on a rack, waiting for him. He stared as calmly as he could at the dresses, standing still as he was forced into a heinous mad outfit, given a mestusium choker, and then dragged into a separate room. He didn't bother to struggle as Hades shoved him onto a table. The dress was unzipped, exposing his scarred back.

Merlin's beard what is he gonna do to me holy crap I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead--

Hades was too busy picking out a hot iron to notice Bismarck freaking out. Finally, once he was content with the one he had found, he held Bismarck still. Bismarck's breath halted for a moment. Then the screaming began. The iron pressed against his back. The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Agonized screams, begging for it to stop, just make it stop, until finally it stopped. He now had the mark of Hades branded into him.

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It hurt like hell. Bismarck was sobbing quietly into the pillow. Hades zipped up his dress. Only when he was dragged out of the room, he managed to get a hold of himself. He had to be strong, no matter what. That didn't stop his eyes from having a deadened look, the look usually given by someone who had been through something traumatic. He stumbled occasionally. His mouth felt dry as he kept his mouth shut, just allowing Hades to lead him outside of his mansion, into the burning-hot sun (suddenly everything was burning, especially his back), through the streets of Hell City, down a darker alleyway, and finally into a dingy prison. His eyes met Lily's.

Oh.

The shop owner looked away, ignoring her gaze.

Erika Furudo, of whom he had hired for detective cases a couple times, was smiling like a madwoman. Bismarck lowered his head further than it already was.

And then there was a robot. That would be a problem.

He squinted, looking into the cells. They appeared to have gotten to the Leolams and Bernkastel, too. At least one of them had gotten what they deserved, he thought, before getting shook like a rag doll by Hades.

"This one is mine," he said triumphantly. Bismarck could practically smell the smugness in his voice. "She was quite an easy grab, if I do say so myself--"

I'm not a "she".

"--A very easy capture, and from what I've heard a proficient worker. And you~cannot~have~her, Boomer....unless you ask nicely." Hades shook Bismarck again. The man turned pale. "Well, Bridgette, have something to say?"

"I'm not a girl." The words jumped out of his throat, quiet, calm.

Laughter. He was actually laughing about this, what in the name of--

SLAP.

He stumbled, clutching his cheek. Hades stared down at him, a glint in his eyes. "You are whatever I say you are."

Emmanuel's cell was unlocked. Bismarck was shoved in as it closed and locked once again. He grunted in pain upon impact with the ground, but otherwise acted as though everything was fine. Until he spotted Bern staring curiously at him from the cell next door. Memories of his children getting captured and having to get them back flashed through his head; he scampered away from her, afraid.

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Chuck W. Saedor
'...One shot...it'd take just one shot, right?' He told himself as he watched the scene between Luce and Bismarck. Underneath the table, one of his loaded revolvers tapped against the wooden legs. Things had been hard for the eighteen year old Jinx. He had once looked up to the popular Anita. After all, she had a youtube channel and tumblr he followed and worshiped whenever he had a bad day or just needed to relax...which was often. But now, after her latest invention basically increasing the chances of gifted humans being captured and brought for slavery, meaning his brother and several people he knew could become that group, he was definitely going to unsubscribe. DEFINITELY. It was already hard enough making sure Bismarck and his kids lived relatively peaceful lives! But now, Chuck was going to have to work extra hard! Maria and Elizabeth weren't the only one who had to worry, for Chuck was still training and training to make sure whoever came in to try and ruin his family wouldn't be able to walk again. The subject of murder still caused him to squirm slightly in discomfort, but he'd gladly do it if it meant his brother, as well as his nephews, were safe.

And right now, Chuck was contemplating such a subject as he looked at Luce with a glare that didn't belong on a person like him. Chuck had nothing against gay people, but he'd burn in hell before he'd let his brother get it on with LUCE. OF ALL PEOPLE...also, he was married, but judging by how Maria was watching it all, that didn't seem to matter. A cry from the Neko herself brok him from his thinking, causing him to shake his head and look around, eyes widening when he saw Luce lead Bismarck in familiar looking handcuffs out the door...No. He jumped up, chair falling behind him, and ran to the door and outside, yet finding no sight of them. "Bi-Bismarck...?!" He called out, shaking in anger and fear. N-No. "BISMARCK!" He cried again, but all he got were stares from passing strangers. But he didn't care, gritting his teeth and slamming the door, he held his head in his hands, listening to Maria, but not listening at the same time. Th-Those cuffs...THEY WERE MESTUSIUM! Was Luce literally planning to sell his brother?! ...Chuck disliked Luce. He had a know-it-all attitude, he hung around his brother way more than Chuck got the chance too, and he came from a place no one but Bismarck had any knowledge of. It infuriated him, but inside, he knew he was probably being paranoid. But this...this...THIS?!

"He's just fa-family, Ch-Chuck." Chuck said, softly, but shaking with anger, looking up. "You're being ri-ridiculous. Th-There's no-nothing wrong." He said, shaking his head, and pushing up his glasses, his face turning a slide shade of red. "W-We can tr-trust him, He's not wh-what y-you thi-think, He's one o-of u-us-WELL LOOK WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!" He finally snapped, kicking the counter in rage. He knew it, he always did, BUT. NO. NO ONE EVER LISTENED TO THE LITTLE BROTHER FOR ONCE! He slammed his face into his hands, immediantly feeling guilt for yelling like that. N-No...Maria didn't know this would happen. He couldn't be angry at her...but he knew a couple people he COULD get angry at...he slid his hands off his face and turned to Maria. "Alright...first, w-we fi-find so-someone to watch ni-nic an-and ph-phin..." He said, straightening up. "Th-Then, after that, w-we're ge-getting re-ready. Be-Because we're not co-coming ba-back un-until we find Bi-Bismarck...An-And Ki-Kill Lu-Luce and wh-whoever h-he so-sold Bi-Bismarck to."

Chuck was going to do whatever it took to find Bismarck. And he could guarantee it wouldn't be pretty.

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(An hour later)(Future)
“What do you mean we can’t go out on stage?” Gakuta was outraged, lapping up that public relations dribble from their tour manager was just a bit too much for him to withstand especially when he and the rest of the members from his band were exhausted from the horrendously long drive that was made even more complicated by the unsympathetic heat bearing down on them, each one taking five minute turns to be the closest to the air conditioning before reaching a pit-stop for a quick bathroom break. Their expedition had ended once they had crossed the Hell City marker and ended up in the heart of the mad-town, taking a left into the proudly displayed concert hall which was thankfully inside, Gakuta shook his head the thought of stepping outside again with the humidity growing worse by the second, no wonder why they’d call it ‘Hell city’. “I’ve told you before Gakuta! You can’t go out there because there’s a maniac out on a rampage! We’ll make it worse if we attract him over here by performing at the venue!” Sabrina’s eyes flickered gradually from left to right as the manager and her backup guitarist/vocalist persistently squabbled, she didn’t know what was more nettlesome to experience, droplets of sweat beating down her brow as if she was taking a shower or overhearing these two raising their voices. Sabrina tried her best to silence the bickering with a bit of humming whilst motioning both of her feet around in a relaxing bucket near filled with cool water up to the pail’s edged brim, at-least this felt nice compared to the ride here, she shrugged her open-balm to the exterior of her cheek and watched boringly at the continuous argument before making an interjection of her own. “M-maybe Gakuta is right. I know you’re concerned for all of us but you’ve gotta have a little bit more faith in us, b-besides if things do get worse we’ve got security here! I-i just don’t want to waste the money of these hard-earning people when they wanted a bit of entertainment.” She revealed, looking back down awkwardly, clasping the back of her neck after sharing her opinion with the disapproving supervisor.. A split-second after looking away and glaring at the television set where they’d been watching the breaking news, it was apparent that the weakness of a woman’s voice was altering the mood of the manager, although he was concerned for their safety he couldn’t simply deny a request from Sabrina. “Fine!” Throwing his hands up in defeat, he spun around and placed his hands onto his hips and walked away, halting right as took a step out the doorway. “You better not make me regret this.

Gakuta immediately rejoiced once he heard those relieving words leave the head honcho’s mouth, a beaming grin formed on his face as he began rubbing his hands together, preparing for the adoring fans that had been awaiting to witness the sound of greatness! Now that the staging of NitroSuperSonic was five-minutes away, Sabrina decided to do a routine member check to see if they’d been all readied-up, last thing they needed was for someone to have a broken drum-stick or a loose guitar string. Pulling both her slender feet out of the water-bucket, she looked at Gakuta whom already knew what she was going to reply with. “Yep, i’m all-set! Just make sure that Sean isn’t doing some stupid shit, God knows what he’s up to.” That was relatively easy, Gakuta was first checked off the imaginary list, all that had been left was Sean and finally Denzel whom was making a guest-appearance as a back-up singer. Since Sabrina was always amped up to get into the spotlight she wasn’t too preoccupied with getting ready but the drummer on the other hand had a bad-case of burrito aftermath and hasn’t been seen for ten minutes after storming into the private restroom, nearly knocking the damn door down from how fast he’d been rushing. Denzel happened to be a singer from another famous group, except it was an entirely different genre of music, ‘gangsta rap’, matching something like that up with a styling of rock was going to be completely experimental, being as experienced as he was Sabrina was positive that he was already awaiting on stage for them so they could kickstart the first song that needed them, good! Even more prepared than her she thought as she tip-toed to towards the bathroom, trying not to get the carpet too soaked in the process. “Sea-Oh Jesus!” With one swift kick, Sean was out in the open, arms spread outward and giving away his glorious stench from the aftermath of his bathroom adventures, Sabrina couldn’t help but gag and cover her nose and mouth with both hands as Gakuta tried to contain his laughter and sickness from the smell. “Pshh get over it you babies, we’ve got a show to run.” Sean huffed in his macho sounding voice as he tried to manly-walk off the embarrassing situation, stepping out the break-room’s door and making his way behind the stage, all the while having Sabrina and the rest follow behind him with their collars pulled over the bridge of their nose, good thing Sean’s position was in the back rather in the front for the performance. “Are you ready?! Here they are NitroSuperSonic with Guest singer of infamous Rap group, West coast Shooters, Denzel!” (Bad names for both but idc :3.)

The extensive curtains gradually pulled back to the sides after the lovely introduction from the tour manager, dazzling lights from the rafters streaked through the opening gap until it engulfed all of them, blinding them momentarily before viewing a spectacular array of fans, cheering, whistling, and snoring in their seats from all of the alcohol consumption. Nervously stepping up to the microphone stand was Sabrina, looking as if she got a hint of stage-fright before looking around the front row, this was it. Their first Hell city showing. “Better make it a good one.” She thought, suddenly as if she was injected with a dose of confidence, Sabrina’s face promptly changed from nervous as hell to confidence galore! Gripping the microphone stand as if she was choking someone out and bringing it near her lips. “Let’s do this!” She cheered, nodding quietly at Denzel who got up and kicked the chair he was sitting on backwards, getting on the other microphone as the leading instrumentals carried the song.
 
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Meanwhile in the JTA headquarters, Rika Furude woke up to another day of bullcrap, for that is the best way to describe this timeline. It took her a lot of willpower in the mornings to look in the mirror and think, it's just a timeloop and it will be over soon, already, but now that they were adding ENSLAVING GIFTED HUMANS, life was a nightmare. First of all, this was fucked up. Second of all, this was fucked up. And third of all....AAAAAAAAHHHHH! She swore, she was going to march up to Erika and wipe the smug look off of her face with her hammer!

This was not supposed to happen. This was just another screw-up in time, Rika thought to calm herself, changing into her usual green sundress and looking in the mirror. It would be relatively easy for her to evade capture; all she had to do was not use her powers until the two-week time limit was up. And then everything would be okay and Erika wouldn't be a psychopath trying to kill all the Gifted Humans. Her face fell slightly as she thought of the last she saw Erika. They had been so happy; Erika had sat down with her in the park and told her all of her dreams, all of her ambitions, and how she would achieve them. They'd eaten cake and talked about boys like two normal teenage girls would, then Rika chased Erika with the sprinkler screaming "tag, you're it".

But that was last timeline. This timeline, Erika was the enemy, and she had to remember that. Sighing, Rika looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time before checking her phone.

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Still no response, as expected. Rika sighed slightly, deciding not to reply to the message. It was considered dangerous these days, after all, to contact her. And gosh, did it ache. She turned off her phone, placing it into her pocket, then walked out through the halls of the JTA HQ. She could deal with losing a friend for one timeline. She could be strong like she was before. She could....she could....

She punched the wall.

"Stupid Erika....."
 
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Chuck W. Saedor
'...One shot...it'd take just one shot, right?' He told himself as he watched the scene between Luce and Bismarck. Underneath the table, one of his loaded revolvers tapped against the wooden legs. Things had been hard for the eighteen year old Jinx. He had once looked up to the popular Anita. After all, she had a youtube channel and tumblr he followed and worshiped whenever he had a bad day or just needed to relax...which was often. But now, after her latest invention basically increasing the chances of gifted humans being captured and brought for slavery, meaning his brother and several people he knew could become that group, he was definitely going to unsubscribe. DEFINITELY. It was already hard enough making sure Bismarck and his kids lived relatively peaceful lives! But now, Chuck was going to have to work extra hard! Maria and Elizabeth weren't the only one who had to worry, for Chuck was still training and training to make sure whoever came in to try and ruin his family wouldn't be able to walk again. The subject of murder still caused him to squirm slightly in discomfort, but he'd gladly do it if it meant his brother, as well as his nephews, were safe.

And right now, Chuck was contemplating such a subject as he looked at Luce with a glare that didn't belong on a person like him. Chuck had nothing against gay people, but he'd burn in hell before he'd let his brother get it on with LUCE. OF ALL PEOPLE...also, he was married, but judging by how Maria was watching it all, that didn't seem to matter. A cry from the Neko herself brok him from his thinking, causing him to shake his head and look around, eyes widening when he saw Luce lead Bismarck in familiar looking handcuffs out the door...No. He jumped up, chair falling behind him, and ran to the door and outside, yet finding no sight of them. "Bi-Bismarck...?!" He called out, shaking in anger and fear. N-No. "BISMARCK!" He cried again, but all he got were stares from passing strangers. But he didn't care, gritting his teeth and slamming the door, he held his head in his hands, listening to Maria, but not listening at the same time. Th-Those cuffs...THEY WERE MESTUSIUM! Was Luce literally planning to sell his brother?! ...Chuck disliked Luce. He had a know-it-all attitude, he hung around his brother way more than Chuck got the chance too, and he came from a place no one but Bismarck had any knowledge of. It infuriated him, but inside, he knew he was probably being paranoid. But this...this...THIS?!

"He's just fa-family, Ch-Chuck." Chuck said, softly, but shaking with anger, looking up. "You're being ri-ridiculous. Th-There's no-nothing wrong." He said, shaking his head, and pushing up his glasses, his face turning a slide shade of red. "W-We can tr-trust him, He's not wh-what y-you thi-think, He's one o-of u-us-WELL LOOK WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!" He finally snapped, kicking the counter in rage. He knew it, he always did, BUT. NO. NO ONE EVER LISTENED TO THE LITTLE BROTHER FOR ONCE! He slammed his face into his hands, immediantly feeling guilt for yelling like that. N-No...Maria didn't know this would happen. He couldn't be angry at her...but he knew a couple people he COULD get angry at...he slid his hands off his face and turned to Maria. "Alright...first, w-we fi-find so-someone to watch ni-nic an-and ph-phin..." He said, straightening up. "Th-Then, after that, w-we're ge-getting re-ready. Be-Because we're not co-coming ba-back un-until we find Bi-Bismarck...An-And Ki-Kill Lu-Luce and wh-whoever h-he so-sold Bi-Bismarck to."

Chuck was going to do whatever it took to find Bismarck. And he could guarantee it wouldn't be pretty.

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Maria Saedor
Maria blinked at Chuck as he seemed to be having an even worse breakdown than she was, and he was her husband for Christ's sake. She sort of just watched him pace around muttering angrily to himself. "Chuck..?" She mumbled, arching a brow. "I ah...are...you okay?" She asked. This was actually sort of scary to the neko and not many things were. Now she had seen Chuck lose his temper, but nothing to that extent. If he hadn't of calmed down when he did however she was contemplating slapping him to make him regain his senses. And possibly just running if it made him madder, not exactly wanting to get shot or electrocuted.

She was only further surprised after Chuck had calmed down, stating they'd be killing Luce and whoever he gave Bismarck to. She smirked and nodded, "Not sure who we could get on such short notice....Maybe William? I dunno." She replied. "That said..didn't think you had it in ya Chuckie boy~" She added teasingly, giggling a little and walking to the corner to retrieve her katana and toss the sheathe over her shoulder. "Liz is around town but perhaps we could call her unless you have someone else in mind?" She suggested. "Though she might want to come along to help rescue Bismarck instead...I dunno.." She said, humming in thought. "Whatever you think is best honestly."​
 
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Masakazu Fuma ~ The Mad Dog.
Violent impulse cascaded through his blood-stream, disconcerting conceptions of Bernkastel’s abduction played a various quantity of times in his head with each different one adding its own dash of distress to the mix of emotions that he’d been going through that was added to the disorderly stew of pent-up resentment that had been boiling due to his own lack of initiative in always being there to protect the woman that he thought the world of but also the individuals that had been completely ignorant of his love’s sudden disappearance. You’d think someone as influential as the matriarch of Devicto Mortis disappearing would have heads swiveling like a spinning top! Someone must’ve been utterly mendacious to him, that must’ve been it, Masakazu continued to think after questioning a number of locals, each concluding in a kick right to his damned pride and his feelings but losing his temper right now would just make this situation even worse. Usually some of the most vital information hubs were conceivably the police-stations that’d been indiscriminately scattered throughout Hell City with their own division, sadly there had been only minor ones due to the central headquarters being absolutely demolished because of a supposed terrorist attack, something that wasn’t even caused by him! Could you believe that? Bastards got to all the fun before him. Foreseeing only one solution in his journey, it was inevitable that his path would lie towards asking those unbearable suited pieces of bacon if they had any idea where that floating spectre of beauty had fluttered off to, as they’d kept tabs on all the criminals in this place including him even if they didn’t really amount to anything as far as stopping crimes but that’s as expected if their main payroll is in the hands of those that they’re suppose to arrest. Surely they wouldn’t let one of their biggest sources of income disappear straight off the map, they had to know where Bernkastel was! Feeling a shimmer of hope as he went off into a dead-sprint to the police-station, tenderness engulfed his worried mind as his breaths of fresh air shortened, sweat beating down his forehead and back as each step was a loss of energy. Envisioning that wonderful woman's devil-esque smile was only more motivation as he ran, now was his time to really shine above the rest, not that he hadn’t already proved his worth but now his endearing love was next in line. As time scuttled by his eyes could only catch the faint image of one of the few police stations in Hell City, growing in size as the distance between him and that building gradually condensed, only seconds later did the soles of his feet grace the first couple of steps that branched off into a platform leading its way into the station. “Bernkastel, i’ll find you. . . I promise!” Determined, Masakazu ambled through the revolving door, his image catching a bit of attention as he continued to make his way to the counter, his attentive ears seizing a bit of unattractive commentary with every step. “Creep.”, “Mommy why does that man look so scary?”. “Don’t look at him honey.”

Even though he wasn’t in his ordinary body it was as if his own unnerving atmosphere brought itself into the room and everyone had begun to notice. Upon stopping at the front-desk, his pupils narrowed to a rather disinterested looking woman snapping some bubble gum loudly with her mouth. “Whadda’ ya want?” She said, rolling her eyes as if even asking her for help was cutting into her own ‘busy’ schedule. “How professional.” Masakazu thought, relinquishing an exhale before pressing his palms to the counter and relaxing his shoulders, gaining a more comfortable position as he asked the question. “I’m trying to look for missing person. Miss Frederika Bernkastel Is there someone who can possibly assist me in finding her?.” As that name rolled of his tongue he received a perplexed expression from the woman, raising an eyebrow at the off-colored request and at the notorious person that he’d been requesting for, luckily the girl behind the desk lazily pointed her index finger to the detective’s office before giving a simple wave, guess that meant he was suppose to pay the lead detective a visit then. A friendly appearance of a husky officer connected with his sights as he stepped through the open-door, before he could even open his mouth it was already aware that he knew what Masakazu was going to ask him. “Bernkastel eh?” He coughed, pushing a cigar to the outer-extremity of his lips until taking a small puff to the ceiling and tapping the ashes into the tray beside his pencil-sharpener, stapler, and a few other office supplies. This guy either caught on very quickly or the door had been opened wide enough just to catch a glimpse of what Mazzy was asking the receptionist, most likely the second option too. “Y-yes, you know where she’s at correct?!” Hunching over, the sense of urgency flushed amidst his own contour with a bit of excitement flowing through his body, was this the lead he had been looking for? For once in his life something had been going right! Although this false hope was going to be shot out of the sky as the husky detective opened his mouth. “Apologies but the files on the second floor pertaining to Miss Bernkastel are restricted, not for the eyes of citizens i’m afraid, by the way what’s a guy like you looking for a crazy woman like that eh? You’ve got some sort of death-wish or somethin’? Masakazu couldn’t have felt more betrayed, this man had information of where she was possibly at and he was just keeping it all to himself? That selfish prick! But on the other-hand it was admirable that he wasn’t giving that information out to not just any random joe, especially if there were people with vendettas looking for her. “You can’t be serious!? I’ve been trying to find her for hours and you’re just going to sit here and deny me for that reason alone?” Another reason why he didn’t enjoy police officers, he felt as if everyone had an obligation to themselves, not breaking a sweat unless it resulted in their paycheck being taken away, apparently Bernkastel’s influence was only a minor slice of their profits that they’d now been using to hustle down random street thugs and dealers to resell their product for their own gain.”Heh! Sure am but hey if you’re on your way out you could always stop by at some street-corner. I’ve heard she’s reaaal popular with the guys but that’s if you have the right know-how!”

His bitter statement ended with a overconfident laugh, Masakazu stood their mouth agape, his eyes looking wide as ceramic dinner plates as he looked in disbelief at the man before him. To look at a mirror and to call himself Evil only to have someone like this sitting behind the desk, someone who is suppose to protect the citizens of Hell City not giving a rat’s ass about anyone but himself! As if he had been a cooking grenade without a pin for too long, Masakazu finally exploded! Giving into absolute rage as he lunged over the desk, knocking over miscellaneous objects and picking up a mere stapler and using it to cave in the hefty man’s face, each deafening blow becoming more and more gruesome then the next before actually managing to break the stapler.. A few breaths left the mortally wounded man’s lips as he dropped to the floor only to have the stapler thrown on his face eventually with Masakazu’s shoe being slammed directly into it, killing the man with several police-officers bursting through the hallway armed to the teeth to check on the detective who had been brutally murdered. “Freeze!” A few of them said, raising their revolvers at shoulder-height with their cross-hairs centered at Masakazu’s sturdy back. All of this madness and for what? To be spat in the face by some good for nothing? He was going to find those files even if it meant killing every single bastard in this place. “You’d do yourselves one hell of a big favor by standing out of my way, unless you want to die next.” Looking over his shoulder with a beyond mad look, Masakazu had finally been pushed over his boiling point and plummeted into the depths of absolute insanity.​
 
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Meanwhile in the JTA headquarters, Rika Furude woke up to another day of bullcrap, for that is the best way to describe this timeline. It took her a lot of willpower in the mornings to look in the mirror and think, it's just a timeloop and it will be over soon, already, but now that they were adding ENSLAVING GIFTED HUMANS, life was a nightmare. First of all, this was fucked up. Second of all, this was fucked up. And third of all....AAAAAAAAHHHHH! She swore, she was going to march up to Erika and wipe the smug look off of her face with her hammer!

This was not supposed to happen. This was just another screw-up in time, Rika thought to calm herself, changing into her usual green sundress and looking in the mirror. It would be relatively easy for her to evade capture; all she had to do was not use her powers until the two-week time limit was up. And then everything would be okay and Erika wouldn't be a psychopath trying to kill all the Gifted Humans. Her face fell slightly as she thought of the last she saw Erika. They had been so happy; Erika had sat down with her in the park and told her all of her dreams, all of her ambitions, and how she would achieve them. They'd eaten cake and talked about boys like two normal teenage girls would, then Rika chased Erika with the sprinkler screaming "tag, you're it".

But that was last timeline. This timeline, Erika was the enemy, and she had to remember that. Sighing, Rika looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time before checking her phone.

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Still no response, as expected. Rika sighed slightly, deciding not to reply to the message. It was considered dangerous these days, after all, to contact her. And gosh, did it ache. She turned off her phone, placing it into her pocket, then walked out through the halls of the JTA HQ. She could deal with losing a friend for one timeline. She could be strong like she was before. She could....she could....

She punched the wall.

"Stupid Erika....."
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Shiro FujimaIt was a pretty average day for the albino girl, blissfully unaware of the time loop that had once more occurred. Subconsciously she had a few memories but nothing that really proved anything, or anything she counted as more than her imagination. Yet another simple day the albino girl woke up, showered, and got dressed. This time she would wear her normal jumpsuit followed by her brown leather gloves that Peter had gotten her. She still missed him occasionally...but figured he forgot about her entirely by now, was dead, or any other number of reasons. She couldn't make up her mind if she would hate him if she saw him again or hug him to death...though it still saddened her to think about it, she really couldn't help but do so every time she put her gloves on. She sighed sadly and slid her box of things under the table before she could start going through pictures and get even more depressed, next she grabbed up her bag and went downstairs; of course making sure her cellphone was in as well.

After a hearty breakfast of rice krispies and a banana Shiro was out her door and onto the streets with a cheerful ditzy smile on her face as per the usual. Her destination today? The JTA of course. Sure she was a member of Llyria Harp and all, but she still had fun with the kids there all the time. After all she was a child at heart and well, the children were children and always enjoyed her company. It wouldn't take her long to make it there and of course get swarmed with kids wanting part of her candy. Now she was rather protective of it...but she shared with them anyway. Who couldn't looking at their adorable faces? Smiling to them she gave each of them a piece and one girl who was her favorite one of her cookies.

Following that they sort of spent the next hour just doing random things and playing around...near the end however Shiro had donned a robot suit made entirely out of a large box. So she basically went around making shooting noises and chasing the kids, though somehow along the way the box for her head had been turned around and blocked her vision. She continued nonetheless...and ran right through the wall Rika had punched, landing on top of the rubble with an 'oof!'. "Nnn...What did Shiro break..?" She asked, fairly sure she felt a soft and squishy Rika under her.​
 
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Emmanuel stares at the crude interior outside of his cell as Bernkastel replies back to him. The young man cannot help but rolls his eyes when the woman started to make no sense to him until she says abouy ruining the tin can and flying off. Just ad he is about to comment about her escape, Erika joins into the conversation.

"You know, I dont think I've actually been this close to a Reaper until like two weeks ago." He breaks the silence in the prison for a moment. With his hands hanging on the cell bar, Emmanuel waves his limbs at towards Lily. "Bro said to stay away from your kind, especially you, Lily." He stares at the Reaper with narrowed eyes. "Though, I'm pretty sure you and Madhu have some history... You can't be ex-" He stops, hearing the tall tell sounds of Boomer nearing their section of the prison with its shitty playlist.

Emmanuel's eyes follow the giant robot as it saunters into the prison. The metal body passes him and then towards the guards, Erika and Lily.

"Hey Tin Can! Hey Tin Caaaaan!" Emmanuel grabs the metal bars and rattles the whole thing. The bar clings and clangs, echoing harshly in the prison. "When are you gonna sell me, you piece of shit? You know I'm more trouble here than there, you assshole." He taunts a bit more ."For a successful slaver, you're shit at selling to hot, rich milfs."

Then to Bern he mock whispers "It probably doesnt know, but the Tin Can only provides us with just a bucket."

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I kinda assumed that Emu n Bern's cell are beside each other. And Emu's supposed to have cellmates actually.

@fem: emu doesnt know who Madhu hired to get rid of the Mafia's leftover materials after the war. He just knows that there was an operation.
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THE HERMIT, THE OUTSIDER, AND THE DETECTIVE Solemn Jester Solemn Jester TripTripleTimes TripTripleTimes
Lily looked over to Emmanuel, bored, when he mentioned him never being close to Reapers before talking about his brother, Madhu. It took the Reaper a minute to realize what he was talking about, then she remembered. "Magpie". A small smile formed on the Grim Reaper's face, like an old woman reminiscing a good time that she had, and she nodded. "I'm not surprised," she responded with a shrug, taking a huge gulp out of her flask. "First of all, us Reapers are closely connected to Hades himself. He acts nice, but he's not exactly the type of guy you'd want to spend time with. Second of all, I'm a bad influence. Parents hate me because I curse, drink, smoke, the whole shebang. Of course," She frowned. "It's not without a reason, unfortunately. Third, us Reapers keep to ourselves most of the time, unless we have to break out of our shells. And as for your brother, I'm afraid that's confidenta--oh, goddammit." The sound of a robot singing pierced Lily's ears, and she tried not to cringe as she heard the familiar banging of Boomer's feet. And lo and behold, the giant-ass robot appeared. Lily boredly raised her scythe in greeting, ignoring how Erika practically leapt up in excitement. Bernkastel, on the other hand, looked simply disgusted, as though she would prefer to dunk his head in a water-bowl than have him "take her for a ride". In fact, she kept that expression on her face as Boomer went to speak with the two guards out of earshot.

"Sure, whatever.You're lively this morning, Boombox," Lily responded to it with a cocked brow, looking to Erika to see what she would say. The ghost merely rubbed her hands together and giggled, as though she was sharing whatever sick joke Boomer was making.

"Shock therapy, hmm? Sounds great!" Erika interrupted brightly, glancing at the three prisoners and mock-waving at them. In return, she got a middle finger and a mouthed "eat garbage" from Bern before she snorted at what Emu said.

"I live in an underground cavern and I have better hygiene than that thing," she responded boredly, looking at her nails. Then, at a rather loud volume, she added; "I also have henchmen willing to work for me and women and men willing to have sex with me in exchange for information. Poor robot has to hold his henchmen captive and have sex with those who look like children. Pedophilia much?" She snickered gleefully, looking it dead in the eye. Challenging it. "Pathetic. And you call yourself an eeeeeeeevil robot. From what I've heard, you were living with Dearest Daddy while Mommy took a nappy-bye. How adorable. Simply adorable. I think I just farted a rainbow thinking of how cute that is." And with that, Bernkastel stretched herself luxoriously across the small mat she usually laid on, still laughing. Erika gave her a disgusted look.

"What is your problem?"

"Problem? Me?" A giggle. Erika scrunched up her nose, nodding. "I have no problem, but I have a feeling you do. How goes that acrophobia? I recommend jumping off a building. It solves all your problems." At this, the ghost turned a bright shade of red. Bern's smile was back to its normal demonic grin as she gazed at Erika. There was a silence between the two.

Finally, Erika turned back to Boomer, pointing at Bern. "I get to do her, got it?"
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THE LETTERMAN AND THE GOD TripTripleTimes TripTripleTimes Solemn Jester Solemn Jester
Bismarck had been handed off to Hades shortly after his capture and told to follow him. Down into the depths of his fancy mansion. Into the depths of Bismarck Hell, where several dresses were hanging on a rack, waiting for him. He stared as calmly as he could at the dresses, standing still as he was forced into a heinous mad outfit, given a mestusium choker, and then dragged into a separate room. He didn't bother to struggle as Hades shoved him onto a table. The dress was unzipped, exposing his scarred back.

Merlin's beard what is he gonna do to me holy crap I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead--

Hades was too busy picking out a hot iron to notice Bismarck freaking out. Finally, once he was content with the one he had found, he held Bismarck still. Bismarck's breath halted for a moment. Then the screaming began. The iron pressed against his back. The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Agonized screams, begging for it to stop, just make it stop, until finally it stopped. He now had the mark of Hades branded into him.

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It hurt like hell. Bismarck was sobbing quietly into the pillow. Hades zipped up his dress. Only when he was dragged out of the room, he managed to get a hold of himself. He had to be strong, no matter what. That didn't stop his eyes from having a deadened look, the look usually given by someone who had been through something traumatic. He stumbled occasionally. His mouth felt dry as he kept his mouth shut, just allowing Hades to lead him outside of his mansion, into the burning-hot sun (suddenly everything was burning, especially his back), through the streets of Hell City, down a darker alleyway, and finally into a dingy prison. His eyes met Lily's.

Oh.

The shop owner looked away, ignoring her gaze.

Erika Furudo, of whom he had hired for detective cases a couple times, was smiling like a madwoman. Bismarck lowered his head further than it already was.

And then there was a robot. That would be a problem.

He squinted, looking into the cells. They appeared to have gotten to the Leolams and Bernkastel, too. At least one of them had gotten what they deserved, he thought, before getting shook like a rag doll by Hades.

"This one is mine," he said triumphantly. Bismarck could practically smell the smugness in his voice. "She was quite an easy grab, if I do say so myself--"

I'm not a "she".

"--A very easy capture, and from what I've heard a proficient worker. And you~cannot~have~her, Boomer....unless you ask nicely." Hades shook Bismarck again. The man turned pale. "Well, Bridgette, have something to say?"

"I'm not a girl." The words jumped out of his throat, quiet, calm.

Laughter. He was actually laughing about this, what in the name of--

SLAP.

He stumbled, clutching his cheek. Hades stared down at him, a glint in his eyes. "You are whatever I say you are."

Emmanuel's cell was unlocked. Bismarck was shoved in as it closed and locked once again. He grunted in pain upon impact with the ground, but otherwise acted as though everything was fine. Until he spotted Bern staring curiously at him from the cell next door. Memories of his children getting captured and having to get them back flashed through his head; he scampered away from her, afraid.

"Omigosh omigosh omigosh omigosh omigosh omigosh--"
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Boomer
Boomer hummed thoughtfully for a second. Considering Erika's plea to torture Bern personally. While the thought of Erika forcing Bern's tight little body to twist in pain really got Boomers engine running he also had to consider she was pregnant. Which the kids would make perfect servants, being raised as slaves from a young age. He turned to Erika, and patted her shoulder sympathetically, although probably a bit harder than he intended." Well you see she's kind of holding prescious cargo. Three little ones that will make me quite the hefty profit if handled properly. So as much as I'd love you to get Bern all screaming, and worn out...I don't know if you'll be able to do so without damaging the goods. How about this, you show me you can torture others without going over board, and I'll let you have a go at Bern next time, how's that sound,"Boomer suggested crossing his arms and nodding down at her. Thinking he handled the situation fairly.


Then her turned to Emu, who had began speaking his occular lens widening in confusion at his statement."Hot rich milfs? Ha! That's funny! For one a milf is a mother I'd like to fuck. M.I.L.F. What you're thinking of is a Cougar. A older woman who like younger men. Which trust me, if I was going to sell you it wouldn't be to a hot older woman. Maybe some old lonely betty who sags all over and doesn't have teeth. But even then you'd be lucky to get that. Hey I know! There's this fat rich fuck who's been looking for guy slaves for his pony show! How about I give him a ring?"Boomer said before slapping his knee and howling with laughter. He was sure enjoying this. Getting to do just about anything with all the slaves he had. He really felt empowered. He couldn't wait to take over the world, then he's have all the human slaves he wanted, and wouldn't have to worry about any bosses.

Then his favorite little piggie spoke up, taunting him. Which might have worked on anyone else, had it not been Boomer she was speaking to." Aww, did someone miss master?"Boomer said to Bern, speaking in a cutsey patronizing tone of voice." Aww your so cute when you're all riled up. Who's daddy's little girl? You are yes you are! Haha, maybe I'll give you a bone to lick later, if ya catch my poorly discussed meaning. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, my birthday is coming up. I'll be two years old! So I expect everyone to be in attendance, and to sing Happy birthday for me. Or I'll have your vocal cords ripped out so you have a excuse for the next time my birthday comes around."He said in a cheerful tone, turning away before stopping at a thought."Oh and anyone who's already had their vocal cords ripped out is excused from singing, but they have to clap to the tune or I'll have their fingernails ripped off."
He said as if this was some fun conselation prize.


Yep it was good to he in charge, no one to boss you around. Do pretty much whatever you want, didn't have to answer to no one. Well that wasn't entirely true, he did kind of have a boss. The flamboyant, troll of the dead. Which speak of the devil, or rather Lord of the dead. Hades had just arrived with a new edition. Boomer looked towards Hades excitedly clapping his hands at his words."Oh goody! Just in time for the shock treatment! I'll take good care of her Hades! Oh someone has a bit of fight to them! I'll be sure to house train her upon your next arrival Hades! Thank you for using Harsh Punishment slaving Co. We put the pain in slaving! Hmm....We need a better name I think..I'll have to work on that later. But anyway, I'm about to start the torture. Would you care to join us?"Boomer asked holding up a pair of jumper cables to Hades.


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Cirillia VinesCiri was, without a doubt, currently panicking. It had been eleven days without any kind of contact with Emmanuel or Alicia after they disappeared when she was supposed to meet up with them. She'd sent hundreds if not thousands of texts, called dozens of times, and searched everywhere she could possibly think of for him. Now she wasn't THAT clingy by any means, no. She understood people needed their own space sometimes...but not after you'd arranged to go out together, certainly not for eleven days and the people in question being your boyfriend and best friend whom was practically your sister. At first she was actually mad, thinking they'd blown her off not sure why they would but of course that was the bunny girls reasoning. She didn't want to jump to any conclusions or anything.

Though by the third day she started to worry and be more persistent in contacting them....especially considering they didn't show up home at any time during then. Now, now she was in full on panic and about to have a mental breakdown status. She was running around everywhere trying to find them, information, if anyone saw them, anything at all. But thus far nothing, not a single bit of information or a hint as to where they were. She was officially out of options and dejectedly wondering the streets trying to find them, still showing people their photos and trying her best. She looked as if she was about ready to simply break down and cry...and that was incredibly close to actually happening.​
 
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The Hell Hound ~ Bellatrix 'Cerberus'
As if Bismarck’s evening wasn’t stressful enough with Hades inscribing his smoldering insignia onto his back like some sort of trophy-horse, it was only going descend further down the shit-hole as a distant humming introduced itself into the fray, barely enough to tone down the apprehensive thought of being gruesomely maltreated or deciding that they had outlived their usefulness and ultimately being killed off by the diabolical felons that had snatched them up out of their own comfortable lives. A transitory pause ended the cheerful buzzing until the sight of a crimson-haired mistress disclosed her image, sporting an outfit that didn’t leave much to the imagination and wielding semi-effective armor around her slender legs and arms, it almost seemed as if she was one of the female dancers at a strip-club but oddly enough the weirdly contorting puppets following behind the woman and the protruding ears were a dead giveaway that she wasn’t there to put-on a pole dance, or was she?

“Now let me hear you say this shit is Bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!” Bellatrix whistled through her soft lips, getting the attention of a couple of those who had been wide-awake as she brought in a relatively compact bucket of bananas for the prisoners to munch on, knowing how long they’ve gone without food they’d appreciate the compassionate offer of not letting them starve to death, step per step she swayed, motioning her provocative hips around as she brought her fingertips against the iron bars, creating continuous clinging sounds until she stopped right behind Hades while curiously inspecting Boomer’s lustrous frame that had been dimly-glowing underneath the faint lighting, nearly resembling a transformer, she couldn’t help but let out an intrigued ‘ooo’ as she circled around him like an overly excited puppy..“Holy flippin’ moley, you’re like some sort of robo-dude! Hades look at’em! So cool right?! Oh! Look at this!” Bellatrix s cheerfully approached Erika, trying to reach for her purple-hair before having her hand smacked away by one of the puppets. “Ow, whadda ya do that for? I was just trying to touch her hair! It’s like a really long lilac!”

The presentation of this strange girl wasn’t exactly expected, she didn’t seem to have any connections to anyone in the room aside from Hades as she appears to be more attached to him then a yo-yo on a string. It was somewhat relieving to see that she wasn’t here to assist in the prisoner’s merciless routine beatings. “Bellatrix has been a good girl! Are we finally getting that toy you’ve been after?” Upon hearing the soft-whimpering of Bismarck in a frilly decorative dress, Bellatrix squealed in delight, pressing herself as close as possible to the metallic bars and 'smooshing' her face right against them as she eye-balled him. “There she is! And she has the mark like me! Does that mean ya bought her?! Hopefully you don’t break her like some of the toys you bought, I wanna be able to play with this one toooo!” Reaching her hand in like an overly energetic kid at a petting zoo, she couldn’t wait to kick-start her ‘friendship’ with Hade’s new slave, for Bismarck his day was only just beginning as now he had two people to give consideration to!.
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Masakazu Fuma ~ The Mad Dog.
Violent impulse cascaded through his blood-stream, disconcerting conceptions of Bernkastel’s abduction played a various quantity of times in his head with each different one adding its own dash of distress to the mix of emotions that he’d been going through that was added to the disorderly stew of pent-up resentment that had been boiling due to his own lack of initiative in always being there to protect the woman that he thought the world of but also the individuals that had been completely ignorant of his love’s sudden disappearance. You’d think someone as influential as the matriarch of Devicto Mortis disappearing would have heads swiveling like a spinning top! Someone must’ve been utterly mendacious to him, that must’ve been it, Masakazu continued to think after questioning a number of locals, each concluding in a kick right to his damned pride and his feelings but losing his temper right now would just make this situation even worse. Usually some of the most vital information hubs were conceivably the police-stations that’d been indiscriminately scattered throughout Hell City with their own division, sadly there had been only minor ones due to the central headquarters being absolutely demolished because of a supposed terrorist attack, something that wasn’t even caused by him! Could you believe that? Bastards got to all the fun before him. Foreseeing only one solution in his journey, it was inevitable that his path would lie towards asking those unbearable suited pieces of bacon if they had any idea where that floating spectre of beauty had fluttered off to, as they’d kept tabs on all the criminals in this place including him even if they didn’t really amount to anything as far as stopping crimes but that’s as expected if their main payroll is in the hands of those that they’re suppose to arrest. Surely they wouldn’t let one of their biggest sources of income disappear straight off the map, they had to know where Bernkastel was! Feeling a shimmer of hope as he went off into a dead-sprint to the police-station, tenderness engulfed his worried mind as his breaths of fresh air shortened, sweat beating down his forehead and back as each step was a loss of energy. Envisioning that wonderful woman's devil-esque smile was only more motivation as he ran, now was his time to really shine above the rest, not that he hadn’t already proved his worth but now his endearing love was next in line. As time scuttled by his eyes could only catch the faint image of one of the few police stations in Hell City, growing in size as the distance between him and that building gradually condensed, only seconds later did the soles of his feet grace the first couple of steps that branched off into a platform leading its way into the station. “Bernkastel, i’ll find you. . . I promise!” Determined, Masakazu ambled through the revolving door, his image catching a bit of attention as he continued to make his way to the counter, his attentive ears seizing a bit of unattractive commentary with every step. “Creep.”, “Mommy why does that man look so scary?”. “Don’t look at him honey.”

Even though he wasn’t in his ordinary body it was as if his own unnerving atmosphere brought itself into the room and everyone had begun to notice. Upon stopping at the front-desk, his pupils narrowed to a rather disinterested looking woman snapping some bubble gum loudly with her mouth. “Whadda’ ya want?” She said, rolling her eyes as if even asking her for help was cutting into her own ‘busy’ schedule. “How professional.” Masakazu thought, relinquishing an exhale before pressing his palms to the counter and relaxing his shoulders, gaining a more comfortable position as he asked the question. “I’m trying to look for missing person. Miss Frederika Bernkastel Is there someone who can possibly assist me in finding her?.” As that name rolled of his tongue he received a perplexed expression from the woman, raising an eyebrow at the off-colored request and at the notorious person that he’d been requesting for, luckily the girl behind the desk lazily pointed her index finger to the detective’s office before giving a simple wave, guess that meant he was suppose to pay the lead detective a visit then. A friendly appearance of a husky officer connected with his sights as he stepped through the open-door, before he could even open his mouth it was already aware that he knew what Masakazu was going to ask him. “Bernkastel eh?” He coughed, pushing a cigar to the outer-extremity of his lips until taking a small puff to the ceiling and tapping the ashes into the tray beside his pencil-sharpener, stapler, and a few other office supplies. This guy either caught on very quickly or the door had been opened wide enough just to catch a glimpse of what Mazzy was asking the receptionist, most likely the second option too. “Y-yes, you know where she’s at correct?!” Hunching over, the sense of urgency flushed amidst his own contour with a bit of excitement flowing through his body, was this the lead he had been looking for? For once in his life something had been going right! Although this false hope was going to be shot out of the sky as the husky detective opened his mouth. “Apologies but the files on the second floor pertaining to Miss Bernkastel are restricted, not for the eyes of citizens i’m afraid, by the way what’s a guy like you looking for a crazy woman like that eh? You’ve got some sort of death-wish or somethin’? Masakazu couldn’t have felt more betrayed, this man had information of where she was possibly at and he was just keeping it all to himself? That selfish prick! But on the other-hand it was admirable that he wasn’t giving that information out to not just any random joe, especially if there were people with vendettas looking for her. “You can’t be serious!? I’ve been trying to find her for hours and you’re just going to sit here and deny me for that reason alone?” Another reason why he didn’t enjoy police officers, he felt as if everyone had an obligation to themselves, not breaking a sweat unless it resulted in their paycheck being taken away, apparently Bernkastel’s influence was only a minor slice of their profits that they’d now been using to hustle down random street thugs and dealers to resell their product for their own gain.”Heh! Sure am but hey if you’re on your way out you could always stop by at some street-corner. I’ve heard she’s reaaal popular with the guys but that’s if you have the right know-how!”

His bitter statement ended with a overconfident laugh, Masakazu stood their mouth agape, his eyes looking wide as ceramic dinner plates as he looked in disbelief at the man before him. To look at a mirror and to call himself Evil only to have someone like this sitting behind the desk, someone who is suppose to protect the citizens of Hell City not giving a rat’s ass about anyone but himself! As if he had been a cooking grenade without a pin for too long, Masakazu finally exploded! Giving into absolute rage as he lunged over the desk, knocking over miscellaneous objects and picking up a mere stapler and using it to cave in the hefty man’s face, each deafening blow becoming more and more gruesome then the next before actually managing to break the stapler.. A few breaths left the mortally wounded man’s lips as he dropped to the floor only to have the stapler thrown on his face eventually with Masakazu’s shoe being slammed directly into it, killing the man with several police-officers bursting through the hallway armed to the teeth to check on the detective who had been brutally murdered. “Freeze!” A few of them said, raising their revolvers at shoulder-height with their cross-hairs centered at Masakazu’s sturdy back. All of this madness and for what? To be spat in the face by some good for nothing? He was going to find those files even if it meant killing every single bastard in this place. “You’d do yourselves one hell of a big favor by standing out of my way, unless you want to die next.” Looking over his shoulder with a beyond mad look, Masakazu had finally been pushed over his boiling point and plummeted into the depths of absolute insanity.​
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Keiko HatsamuraKeiko smiled and hummed to herself as she walked down the street, the tip of her diamond tipped cane clacking against the street with every step. She wasn't disabled, no. She simply had a lot of wealth and was egotistical enough to display it. Sure it did make her a prime suspect to get robbed, though somehow or another whoever did it usually ended up injured...even if it's not the way Keiko immediately intended to do. Life was good for the girl nonetheless. A successful business, more than enough money in the bank to afford her any kind of lifestyle she chose, and she was making more every single day. After living for a couple centuries you tend to pick up tools of the trade and master the art of owning a business, at-least that's what she claims anyways.

Even now as she was walking she noticed some poor chap beating up another, picking up stride she reached into the void and picked a rather deadly six inch blade from it, continuing her course to kneel down in front of the two. "Hello there! I see you're in need of a weapon, perhaps I can be of assistance~" She told the man on the ground in a rather jovial tone, speaking over the smacking of fist meeting his nose as she held the blade to him. "This blade is the finest in Hell City, crafted durable and sharp enough to pierce through any standard issue stab proof vest. It's yours if you live...for a small fee of course~." She said, chuckling softly and passing the blade to him. Or rather, she would of, had the one doing the beating in question not snatched it and stabbed her in the chest with it.

She did very little more than wince and scowl at the man as she pulled the knife out of her, "Damnit this suit is more expensive than the amount you make in a year!" She whined, wound already having healed but blood already doing its damage to the fine fabric. She growled and thrust the knife into the others' hand, "Go on then kill this ass so I can get paid." She stated, both blinking in shock though the one on the ground didn't hesitate to gut the other. She smiled happily and stood up, kicking the lifeless corpse to the side. "Alright that'll be an even hundred....and whatever this guy has in his wallet and on his person.." She said, muttering the last part as she moved over to the guy, fishing through every single pocket and nicking every last penny and valuable on his person. "And don't even think about a good ol' brain stab either. Hurts like hell but won't kill me so you're out of luck buddy." She added, knowing what the brown haired man was more than likely thinking.

Before he could say a word she had her hand out for the cash, quickly grabbing the crisp bills once placed in her palm and thrusting them into her coat pocket. "Thank you have a nice day~" She stated rather cheerfully, the sound of a cash register oddly playing from no where at all. Past that he sort of just walked off, well ran away from the crazy bitch in the top hat and suit was more like it. She sighed gently, "Ahh...always ungrateful even when you save them...oh well." She muttered. She even stole the dead mans leather jacket, tossing it into the void along with the rest of the goodies to sort later, before once more making her merry way down the street.

Another ten minutes or so later the blonde woman would be outside of the police station, hearing shouting and men and women rushing about. Now a normal person might think 'Hmm, I better not go in there.'. Keiko however? Her eyes would quite literally turn to dollar signs if that was possible. She casually strode through the doors and to the source of the commotion, ignoring people shouting at her to stop and even giving a few the universal sign of 'fuck you'. A few moments later she would reach the room Mazakazu was in, her eyes glancing about the room and determining he was the one she'd profit the most out of.

Admist the confusion she walked off to the side though sort of between them all and started placing down a long wooden table, a chair for herself, and soon an array of weapons ranging from pistols, to shotguns, to knifes, and even a hand grenade before finally sitting down. "Welll hey there handsome, I see you've got yourself in a bit of a pickle. Why not come over and browse my fine selection of anti-armor weaponry?" She told Mazzy, grinning from ear to ear. "Since you're in such dire need I'll even run a special, 25% off of each piece. But only because I'll probably get a nice show outta this." She said, glancing to the police. "So, whaddaya say, interested?" She asked, arching a brow, continuing to grin as she rocked back and forth in her chair a little oh so casually.​
 
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