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”Thanks for shopping with us, have a great evening!”
The woman in front of Coco remained nonchalant as she took up her groceries and left, leaving the blue-haired woman grinning like an idiot for a solid minute before she finally put away her phone and left the store. The door buzzed electronically as it opened and shut with a soft click, leaving Coco free to resume her usual facial expression: a frown worn so lazily it looked like her face was about to fall off.
Working at a grocers that stayed open so late was a drag. Who the hell left home to buy groceries at midnight, anyway? Well, bright sparks like that woman decided who had all the time in the world to pop in for a full half an hour, evidently. The woman had spent a small eternity trying to decide what brand of cigarettes she wanted to go with her frozen microwave dinners, but now that stolid bitch was gone and Coco could finally spend the last hour of opening time in peace.
She placed her elbows on the counter and brought out what she had hastily hidden under it when the woman first walked in: her 3DS. Her manager had yelled at her once before for ‘wasting time’ by playing her games whilst on the clock, but there was nobody around right now so this was time better spent in her opinion.
Though her manager did say that if she saw Coco on playing her vidya gaemz on company time again, she’d be fired. But it was like 11pm and she wasn’t about so what was the worst that could happen? She’d ride out this last hour with a few games of Smash Bros. and close up shop before going back home to do it again until 4am. Simple, right?
There seemed to be crashing outside, sounds from someone or something ruining the landscape, concrete cracking, the sound of walls being demolished. Screaming. The worse that could happen just flew in through the wall, smacking against the glass counter, knocking most things off and breaking half the thing. The young man coughed, grinning slightly as he rubbed the small line of blood that ran from his mouth. An enourmous, demon like creature put it's hand on the top of the newly created hole and peered in for it's quarry. The demon hungered, and so, it would feed on this human. "I'm Raiden.." The man said as he got to his feet again, wobbly, pulling a vintage barber's knife from his pocket. "Keep.. A pack o' Lucky Strikes ready fer me.. I'm goin' need 'em." He said as the concrete cracked under the massive's creatures grip. The tiles on the floor cracking under the demon's weight as it stepped in. Raiden flicked open the barber's knife, a spiritual pressure that would bring the woman behind him to her knees. "Just stay put, now. 'Kay?" He asked as before dissappeared from sight, a faint, dark green glow on the chest of the monstrosity. He smacked himself into the demon's chest, throwing the enourmous creature backwards. "Goin' fuck y'up, ya son of a bitch!" Was yelled from outside. Roaring was heard, the ripping of flesh and at last, a shreek of pain resounded as the tumult of battle died down.
The man, Raiden, walked in casually, some scratches on his face, a few cuts on his arms, yet, his chest and abdomen, aswell as his arms were soaked in blood. He panted heavily as the blood that wasn't his own slowly came to live on it's own, and just poured on the floor, creating a small crimson puddle as he sat down in it. "Y'alright?" He asked with a sincere concern, looking at the blue haired girl. What just had happened, well, whatever her reaction was or would be. He wouldn't be surprised. She just saw and felt the clashing of a heavy reiatsu, a hollow and lots of blood.
That was enough to scare the living shit out of anyone who wasn't familiar with this world.
{techniques} Name: Body warp Class: Human stepping Type: Stepping Range: up to 100 meters Tier: I Description: Focussing on the reiatsu under his feet, he propels himself towards given direction at great speed, marking said place with a faint glow from his reiatsu. This is near instant and can be classified as teleportation. This can also be used in shinigami form. There does not have to a glow of reiatsu when he uses his zanpakutou as anchor for this technique.
Name: Laceration Class: Human power Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Personal Description: If a wound is inflicted on the target that draws blood, no matter how shallow, it doesn't stop bleeding until 5 posts passed, or if Raiden closes the knife again. Depending on the wound, it can cause light nausea if it are small wounds, or, death by bloodloss, if the wound is deep enough.
Name: Blood Rage Class: Human Power Tier: IV Type: Augmentative Range: Personal Description: The instant blood touches Raiden's skin, whether it is his or another's, Blood Rage is activated. Sending him in a berserking frenzy that provides protection from all tier III techniques, this includes healing, and buffs him with a passive x2 strength for three posts. Six posts cooldown.
Name: Splatter Class: Human power Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Long, 100 meters Description: Blood starts to cover the playing field, it's time to make some more splatters. Splatter allows the user to move and control all spilled blood in the area. Controlling blood inside one's veins doesn't work as long as they have one advantage less than the user, at least. Control also means that the blood can solidify or dissipate. This is not restricted to movement.
Who the hell lost to a fucking computer controlled Jigglypuff in a Smash Bros. game? This girl, that’s who. Fuck this game and fuck Nintendo. Melee was better, probably. She heard people on the internet say that, at least. That meant it must have been true. Either way, fuck this game and fuck Nintendo. This was the worst day of Coco’s life.
Oh, and then some asshole fucking FLEW THROUGH THE SIDE OF THE STORE’S WALL, FOLLOWED QUICKLY BY SOME KIND OF FUCKING MONSTER BECAUSE HEY, WHY THE HELL NOT, AM I RIGHT?
”What the fucking HELL!?” Whether or not that was a genuine question or simply an exclamation of extreme disbelieve was lost on the wind as the backdraft of the explosion flung the DS from Coco’s hand and left her looking at the figure lying prone and yet still alive on the counter.
The man asked her for cigarettes and Coco just nodded. He asked her to stay put and she nodded once again, jaw slack and eyes wide. The jaw stayed firmly rooted to the floor as the strange proceeded to do battle with the unnatural monster that had just caused this destruction, unleashing what was probably some kind of bullshit magic and proceeding to slay the creature with impunity.
Now, Coco has played her share of video games and watched enough anime to rot the brain of any child for times over and even that did not prepare her to witness something so outlandishly unreal such as this. She had thoughts swimming within her head, words piling on top of each other as questions compiled in to a long and exhaustive list that she resolved to have answered.
The man approached her, blood moving like living water around him as he left the corpse of the creature behind him, with Coco convinced that its dead and masked eyes were locking with her very own. Whatever the stranger and this creature were and however many questions she had about that were all secondary to the bigger question: who the hell was going to pay for all this?
Coco knew who, and he was asking her if she was alright. Alight? She was gonna let him know quick plainly and clearly how “alright” she was.
”BUH.”
Or maybe not so plain and clear.
”Uhh… FUCKIN’... monster? Magic… bullshit rowin’ the goddam boat motherfuckin’… gettin’… what!?” Her face seemed to turn as blue as her hair before she finally remembered to breath, her throat seized by fear for the duration of the fight. It wasn’t the most eloquent response she could have formed but right now she wasn’t exactly in any place to be writing any smooth rebuttals right about now.
He sat down, legs crossed, putting his hands down on his knees, loosening the tie and pulling the vest and shirt off. The girl only blabbering out nonsensical words after her initial 'Buh'. "That's.. Not really any clear kind of information.." The man muttered. "Fuck.. Glass hurts.. Ya got any plyers?" He asked, looking up to her. "And a cigarette.. Please." He said with a warm, even sincere smile. "At least yer still in a piece. Speech'll come in time.." He said with a gentle smile and a soft voice. Yet, the occasional pained groan also was heard in his sentence.
As for his physical look. Well, one could say he was made and forged for nothing but victory. Well toned, not even a trace of fat. His whole body was muscled, but, in a manner that did not make it ugly. Rather attractive, even. Yet, if it was in her preferences, ofcourse. "You prolly got questions.." He said. "And I got a back full o' glass. Let's make a deal, eh." He grinned slightly. "You pull the shards out.. I answer all yer questions.. And I make sure ya ain't gettin' in trouble with whoever owns this store." He said with a gentle smirk. He already had a proper idea on how he was gonna do that, soul society still had some tools to keep alter someone's memory. "We got a deal, Midori-chan?"
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