Dubstylee[Open]

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Cocaine stepped down from the steps with a quick glance looking back at the semi enormous complex behind him. He smiled at the previous debauchery he took place as well as the others that joined him in the place. He thought of the things that happened and what they said <<It's only natural..>> Walking past the block, not before locking the imaginary front door. Cocaine had sum thangs to do. The picture was on his mind but the action might not be the due. The Bount's roulette perked up form his boredom and he began to run down to the next black.

His convenience store, a failed project that started from bankruptcy within the crumbling economy. He walked into the repossessed store and acquired some goods. The reishi particles of a shinigami and Quincy was very prominent in the air. He recalled on Soakudo's memories and thought for their names. <<Viento and Victor..The shinigami is dead, shit.>> The Bount's lip curled. Not sure if his plan would completely work, he put the reishi remains in a special test tube. His doll, Soakudo's latest piece of equipment now growing unfavorable. Now extracted and strapped to his own back, Cocaine exited the store. Leaving with some nourishment and some spare soul particle for his Biito gatherers to feat upon.

Cocaine walked down the streets, tubes tightly held in his fingers. Thinking of what the new Bount inside of him what of done. Denying the fact that he still indeed is weak, most verily known to Soakudo who constantly reminds him of his held out magical magicis. Cocaine laughed to himself watching the white snowflakes fall down. He smiled, the pure white substance, root of all evil. Thinking back to a man named Tenkaze, Cocaine laughed at himself as he remembered himself pathetically trying to stand his ground and he fell onto his face. Turning over while he faced up, Cocaine found himself laying in an alley behind his repossessed store. Hours trudged the supernatural town slowly and snow piled up covering Cocaine in their. Bystanders came by looking at the man wondering whats wrong with the person. "Is he dead?" Asked one mother. " The idiot froze to death. Hea!" came from the adolescent. Murmurs builded upon each other and Cocaine soon bolted awake. He snapped up and turned around, the adolescent quickly fled the vicinity in fear and the middle aged women stood there shocked at his sudden movement; locked knees trembling with a look of horror locked onto her face. Cocaine quickly grabbed the woman's sweater collar dragging her along the snow and went into the shop, her struggles and frantic calls for help fell on confused ears.

Her screams reign rampant and Cocaine saw the signal lights fly about. The adolescent riding shotgun in one of the police squad cars. Understanding that he must have called the 5-0. Pulling a switch behind the shop, Cocaine activated the immediate self-destruction module. Cocaine dropped in a tube along with the woman and the shop blew up into decent explosion due to the random dynamite that was in place. The police officers stopped abruptly, crashing into streetlights and signs along with other debris or bystanders that happened to be in the way from the long drawn out explosion that occurred right in front of them. The Police officer comforted the crying adolescent over the lost of his mother and labeled the incident as a gas leak with a couple of "innocent" lost lives.

In a dark watery area two bodies floated in stagnant stream. From the puddle a being emerged and dragged the two bodied through a tunnel. He walked through and threw the bodies on a cot and turned out a switch to revealed an outline of his face to be the one of Cocaine's doll, Soakudo. The dimly lit area was utterly dull and obscure. Its cold reign and malicious atmosphere appeared to be one that was only used for the steepest and most forbidden areas to conduct...practice. Many would call it a hell hole or "frightening" to many who should decide to look at it. Cocaine sat up with a sigh. <<You couldn't just let me rest could you?>> Soakudo disappeared with a frown and the woman got up slowly looking around fearfully. "Dear god where am I? I know my rights-" Cocaine backhanded the woman, subsequently incapacitating her up as she fell off the cot. The Bount begrudingly pulled the woman by her hair, with her sharp yelp and protestant calls, he dragged her onto a steel table. With a syringe he injected a orange liquid inside of her; to much avail to her screams.

Cocaine watched as she struggled for half an hour. Her screams turned to wails and wails to shouts of jolting pain and silent crying with the Bount sushing her to a deathly silence. The woman prompted to fully claw out her own throat preaching to Cocaine to rid her of the "worms" and "Oyashiro-sama", whatever the hell that was. Her blood flowed freely from her neck and unnamed woman hunched over and crunched, her physical existence ending and her soul ejected crying over her situation still unknown that she died. Cocaine smiled and shoved the body off the table, with her soul chain still connected. Cocaine put restraints on the woman holding her down to the table. Cocaine took out a scalpel and another gray colored syringe and injected the materials in the woman's neck; using his scalpel he cut down slowly across her chest.

Posts : 17 Join date : 2013-05-20

The new replacement phone by his bedside let out the trilling sounds of a musical symphony, arousing the owners curiosity enough to disturb itself from slumber and reach out to flick open the device. Letting the light spill out from the buzzing screen onto sleepy features. Yawning as he scowled down the text, the priority message was obeyed hurriedly, his frame dashing around the small apartment with a terrifying speed. Artyom was a volunteer fire-fighter, and had promptly received a message as it was his rotation that was on watch. Exiting the apartment and taking the stairs two at a time, Artyom reached the car park but forgoed the wheeled vessel, sprinting across the flat of artificial material and volted the fence from two meters out. Landing stealthily on his toes, the surprisingly agile male took off down the street catching a few surprised glances but they past it off as an early morning sprinter, albeit one who seemed to be awfully serious about this particular activity.
As Artyom was not limited by roads, he took a number of short-cuts, occasionally going park tour on the city to get their in the shortest time possible. The distance to the outpost was only a few kilometres away and he got there within a rather small amount of time.
Dressing himself from the rack, Artyom partnered up with the only other person there at the time and drove off towards the source of the alarm. Apparently this was a mixed emergency response situaiton, as the wailing sirens of the law enforcement were audible over the hum of the engine.
As Artyom pushed the old car to it's designer limits, he wondered if you could get a permit for always driving like this, ignoring stop signs and other traffic was a good deal more interesting then playing the normal game.

Upon reaching the scene of the fire, they hooked up the pump to a nearby water hydrant, did what they'd come to do. Put out the fire. It had apparently been an explosion of sorts and it'd come close to setting the other surrounding buildings on fire. Snow may have fell, but it most certainly hadn't stopped flaming projectiles from been spread to several other buildings in the area. It wasn't /major/ damage, Artyom had seen major damage a few weeks back- this was nothing.
As they cleaned up, Artyom poked around the ruins and picked up a few traces of...something. Frowning, Artyom said he'd take a look throughout the building with the forensic crew as he'd been there on the site while the incident had begun so they could get a good picture of the progression of the burn.
During the progression of the investigation, one of the sniffer dogs traced the scent down to the waters edge, before pricking their ears up and beginning to bay, the screams of the girl reaching the hounds sensitive ears. Clicking his tongue to himself, Artyom handed the leashes over to one of the handlers, and proceeded along the shoreline of the water before stumbling across a tunnel leading into the side of the shore.
Curiosity being one of the biggest killers to date, Artyom carefully entered the tunnel and let his spiritual pressure be known, making sure that there was no offensive inflection in it as he proceeded down the tunnel. Akin to knocking on the door before he showed up.

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Loveliness exhumed through the blade handled by the near surgical precision of Cocaine allowed the Bount to take the greatest measures needed to take in order for his process of extraditing this woman's would for his own expedient desires. The blade continued to sever through the soul chain of the woman as her soft coo of null feelings gave of a soothing chime to the Bount's ears. To the action he coveted to dearly, the process of creating another one of a device he lowed to dearly in order for his own precious travels. Such adventures which fueled the Bount to take more care into this version of his device he wanted to take initiative of. With a quick jerking motion, the Bount dug the scalpel into the inner soul of the already deceased, his understanding of the human reiryoku somewhat differentiating what he previously understood, though these essentials was unknown to the Bount at hand. Cocaine divulged deeper into these tactics, his hand flicking the spiritual scalpel out of the area as his hand drove deeper into the soul, whilst conjuring a snowglobe from his other to place on the operating table in eye shot. Out of his own delectable greed, the Bount stuffed his face into the incandescence the soul illuminated through the dark room, attempting to absorb the would in a minuscule manner, tasting it. Unknown to him, the woman who fervently denied the abdication of her body harrowed deep resentments which lingered in the depths of her soul.

Upon his slight taste of the sweet blue raspberry flavor emitted from the commandeered soul, the apparition violently rejected the Bount. Moments before the violate reaction between the individuals, which was inevitable by the Bount's definition, he poured the previous would into the spherical snow globe that was subject to the operating table and tossed it into the woman's explosion of spiritual obscurity. The snow globe itself, being a manifestation of his doll, the doll simply attempted to consume the radiant explosion. He calculated the large burst in spiritual power to a degree, but never by the actual brunt which affected him. Allowing the release in the confusion-vengeance attack on himself, the Bount was flung backwards at an alarming rate, moments after he heard a knock on the apparent door in the cove he operated in. As the unstable influx of compressed spiritual energy blew everything outwards, save the absorbing snow globe, the Bount was propelled toward the other side of the door where his visitor stood; breaking the door as the force continued to accelerate him through to the outside.

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Explosions. A rapid expansion and release of energies in a localised area. Not generally fun to be on the recieving end, but most certainly terrific to watch and laugh about the sheer raw power that nature could invest in any one event.
Of course, it didn't take much to guess as the door was shattered in front of Artyom as /something/ vaguely shaped like a human blew through in front of him, there was a touch of wetness on his nose -a slight scent of copper teased his olfactory senses before the shockwave that was carrying the humanoid figure also tossed him out of the tunnel, the tube served a rather nasty purpose of channelling the force of the explosion and like something of a Silent Hill shotgun, the two bodies were ejected from the pipe with a rain of gore and bone fragments -was that the left atrium of a heart?- before gravity whined and grunted before slowly pulling those without the capacity to resist down to the ground. Artyom, was included in this instance and got thoroughly soaked as he washed up against the other side of the shore, his breath coming heavy as capillary action kicked in all across his body, the water seeping into his clothing.
Cussing in a foreign number of tongues, Artyom lost his overcoat -seemingly uncaring about the cold as he looked around for the counterpart of ejection.
Provided he found the fellow, Artyom would address him such.
"Guten Abend to you sir, if zat was ze party, thzen ich bin heir, den gazen. I'm all ze way."
Approaching the aforementioned person, Artyom would consider the individual curiously. "Name iz Artyom, may I inquire into yours?"

OCC: Bad German accent is bad.

Posts : 10 Join date : 2013-05-22

Humid breezes which ventilated through the tunnel gave soothing trade winds that traveled through his clothes, touching his skin which allocated feeling to the predetermined explosion of various objects directed at him and other ill placed items that were supposed to be held dear to the individual. As the Bount's back smacked clear against the door of the tunnel, the force continued to take him back, ripping the hinges from the wall construction; sailing the Bount across the winds of the tunnel and other obstruction through his reverse summit out of the area. Skidding across the water and whatever bodily resistance that was presumed to be the visitor Cocaine had previously reflected upon, the Bount's body was continuously pelted by the residue of reiryoku from the woman in addition to the spare parts of her body which was mystically accurate in exacting it's revenge on the Bount's well being; despite the effectiveness of it. Upon coming to a halt of the tremendous backlash, and possible failure of the experiment the Bount was attempting to create, Cocaine's body stood upright against the little remains of the door which used as a critical catalyst to retain the little dignity the Bount decided to compose with himself. Resulting his bodily composure, his hands proceeded in a wiping motion of his jacket as if giving himself a slight brush off; although such an action would be odd considering the body parts of the woman which simply smeared blood across is draped figure. His hands incredibly stained with a red life essence - almost irreversibly bloodied, the Bount in question reflected upon the rabble the other individual attempted to deliver to him.

Cocaine was slightly cast astray at the other's words, his apparent German tone wasn't one of mystery, but intrigue that a human would be drawn to his den of practice, despite that these creatures were one that was simply a food source; and the Bount was not one to enjoy playing with his food. Though the same could be same with any other being he decided to converse with, along with the contradiction of the event leading to now, but nonetheless, Cocaine allowed himself to follow a few critical new found rules of good sport. His hand raised to chest level with an open palm, as the Artyom finished his introduction, a slight focus within his own reiatsu as his eyes averted to the individual. The snow globe which had absorbed the core of the aforementioned explosion relieved of its position from apparent floating in the air, as it sped to the Bount's open hand with an audible smack; the globe which steadily absorbed itself into the body of the Bount. Cocaine was incredibly curious to see if his little invention was able to operate properly, and to see test that accuracy would horribly depend on his desire to consume the human in front of him, the Bount's eager demeanor to allow inebriation was clear in his mentality, though he wanted to inquire upon the impostor as much as possible. The Bount unaware of the desires intended with the other in front of him, and exactly to what degree did he have to go to in order to fully interrogate the other for his sudden appearance, whilst the soul reapers look on willfully ignorant of the balance of souls. <<Rufen Sie mich an Cocaine. Warum genau bist du hier?>>

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