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Yeong blinked momentarily. Looking around, was it that voice inside her head again? She shook her head, feline ears flattening against her skull. Odd, it never was this clear. Never this obvious or demanding. 'Kill them'. Well, she was plotting murder tonight. Large scale massacre, even. A drug deal between two gangs. Heavily armed individuals, people who didn't want to be messed with. So she was poking the hornet's nest here.
Yeong turned the corner, feeling her heart throbbing in her throat. Her tongue felt thick, she felt her eyes tickle and itch with tears even.
Kill them all!
A soft panting came from her as she looked at the small army of men, unloading trucks and dragging boxes across the blocked alley way. She licked her lips and slowly moved up to one of the gangsters waiting overseeing. A small pistol in the belt of his pants. She moved forward to the man, staring intensly at it. Silent on her feet, quick, stalking like an assassin. "Hey, who're you?!" One of the thugs called out, causing the one who's pistol she had been eyeing almost hungrily turning around.
Yeong stepped forward and slid the gun from his holster, taking a step back and releasing three bullets in his chest. A slow, menacing cackle starting to resound in the back of her head. But even then, through all the madness, more and more of the thugs started to surround her. And a soft howling started to resound. The fabric of reality torn asunder as otherworldly creatures started to crawl through these tears. Attracted by the other hollow reiatsu. Predators awoke, hungry and territorial. And soon, the gang members were the least of her worries. These men weren't too long lived. The hollows and Yeong turned this scene in a massacre. She didn't stop killing. She had already discarded the pistol, clip empty. And started to tear through them with her fists, her nails and teeth.
But these otherwordly creatures soon turned on her. And with three soft thuds. One of the hollows launched the feathers from it's tail, three quills digging into her chest, down to her waist. But she was unabated by the pain. Just moved on, laughing madly and going for them. Barehanded.
Gage had not spent much time away from his work, his injury finally settling into a place where he was able to manipulate objects well enough to not be causing problems. To anyone that did not know him directly, they would not be able to tell that his arm was actually missing, the nimbleness and dexterity of his replacement limb good enough to pass as the original. To him though he could tell all the time, the small sting of the metal bound to bone and skin being so constant that he can never forget that he is using a fake arm. Now though he wore a jacket, black with a soft furry interior to keep his neck warm. Over his metal hand and arm he wears a black leather glove, the wrist strapped tight to keep the glove on.
Down below he watched, the small group of men all working at a singular goal of unloading a bunch of gear into a nearby building. Up the street she finally approaches, Gage having stalked her for nearly an hour and a half. The cold billow of air from his breath carried away in the wind as she starts her fun. "Its time for you to impress me." Sitting back he watches the show unfold.
Post by YEONG-HUI GANGJEON on Jun 12, 2017 21:08:53 GMT
What was a shootout soon turned into a full blown horror scene. Normal men all had perished and now laid in pools of their own blood, gunshots, throats slit or skulls fractured. She had ran out of ammo after the third guy. And there were at least ten of them. The white duster she wore was by now already stained in blood. A grazed wound at her temple and one in her forearm. But the feline didn't let up at all. Then the hollows appeared. And by now, Yeong had turned feral.
Hands dug through flesh, fingers pried behind bones and ripped them apart. The hollows that had arrived to attack her by what Gage's consideration small fry. But even by Yeong's standards, she was quick to have the upper hand. Even when one tore through her shoulder, her best response was to rip it's throat out with her own teeth. Thick, inky smoke started to secrete from her eyes. And the hollow like reiatsu she was bleeding only increased. And turned from a leaking to a full blown billowing and flaring of one's power. It seemed rather obvious that she in fact, lacked some semblance of control.
Or were it her powers maddening her? Yeong didn't care. She didn't plan anything, she didn't even think. Purely acting on the instinct of their death meaning her survival. All the while a soft, hushed voice was constantly cheering her on from the darkness of her mind. Her vision was red, blurry. And her eyes stung with the blood and gore she got in them. Small, red veins visible as she kept tearing through the group of hollows. The one that attacked her first? She tore one of the quills from her abdomen and slammed it into it's throat, slicing it, before shattering the mask with nothing short of a brutal headbutt.
Soon, all life had ceased around her. And Yeong-hui stood amidst the massacre, the hollow's corpses slowly dissolving. Leaving only the gangsters' corpses, Yeong herself, and the quills inside her chest. She glanced down at them, gripping the first one and just tearing it from her flesh, throwing it to the ground, the second one following.
A soft panting came from her. The red hot anger had lifted, the madness departed. And left was Yeong in her normal, human state. A soft pant exhaled as she slumped to her knees, slamming her fist down against the ground. And she pulled up a phone, starting to dial a number.
Gage eyes her warily, she was fast, her drive for blood seeming to push her faster and harder than any instinct that could have told her to calm down and preserve her life. Blood was everywhere, the trails turning to small streams in the alley, pooling in one big drain before vanishing into the dark of one of the sewers below. There was not many situations that he had seen this kind of blood thirsty death, the few times that he had been witness to the horrors still being fresh in his mind. She was not one hundred percent okay, her ferocity being more like that of a badger on drugs than any demented human. By the time that the last body slumped to the ground the sound of cracking bones and tearing flesh seemed to scar the night. She was done but her act was still in the air, leaving a shadow in the alley. She most likely did not realize it now but these souls, as rough as their death was, would most likely be back to haunt this alley in a few days.
Then the hollows began to appear, the beast seeming to appear out of nowhere, all pouncing on the lone FullBringer. The battle changed, the pace going from an out right blood war to what could only be described as two monsters raging war on each other. If she ever managed to get to his level of strength she would be a nightmare to deal with, her pure aggression and all out attack making her the most dangerous of beasts. An animal that fights as if it were always backed into a corner. The frenzy finally came to a stop, the after battle wound licking commencing.
Pulling a quill from her torso she tosses it on the ground, the bodies around her giving the alley a blood stained paint job. Pulling her phone out she dials a number, her body slumping from a combination of exhaustion and mental fatigue. Gage feels his phone vibrate once, the ringer plain and generic, echoing into the alley. Ring ring ring. Ring ring ring. Standing up he steps out into the alley, his body descending into the darkness below like a shadow before he lands on the ground nearly soundlessly. Standing the phone continues to ring as he looks at Yeong. "You buzzed?"
Post by YEONG-HUI GANGJEON on Jun 13, 2017 20:47:42 GMT
She glanced up at the sudden ringing of a phone, before turning on her knees slightly to turn towards the footsteps. With a deep breath, she was pushed back to her feet and hit the red button on her phone, ending the requested call then and there, before throwing the phone to the ground and stomping on it to completely destroy it. She'd swipe another one later. When she wasn't hurt. And it was odd, her senses became slowly dulled to pain. She wasn't fading or dying, at all. Nor was she dizzy from bloodloss and no amount of adrenaline had this effect. The pain was still very real and extremely crippling. But less so than before. Was she losing sight of her humanity? Getting used to being smacked around and take punches, before throwing them?
"I did," she gestured at the blood stained crates, bearing military codes and seals. "Shipment's yours, like you asked," she limped over to one of the smaller boxes and kicked down at the lock, cracking the wood completely, before ducking down to pull up the lid, pointing inside before tearing through the foam and pulling out one of the many pistols in there. "Here," she stated. "FN Five-seveN," she tapped the side. "This. Modify it. I upheld my part of the deal," she flicked the gun around in her hand, before putting it back in the crate. "Self defense force'll have to do without," she murmured, before turning to Gage again, holding out her hand for him to shake. The seal of a new partnership. She upheld her part of the bargain. And she trusted him, which was rare, to say the least. "Rest of the guns are yours, information was solid."
Though she needed to have funds funneled to her. Heists planned. From this rate onwards, everything would accelerate to twice it's speed. So she needed to get a base of operations.
"Fantastic, executed with as much vigor if not more, than I expected from you," She had potential, tons of it. The question though is whether or not the potential was leaning more towards good or evil. IF evil then she would be more of a problem than an ally but if she was more drawn to doing the right thing, or at least the more 'balanced' thing then she would play an invaluable role in the safety of the world. "I will do as I promised, the FN Five-seveN. Decent weapon. Not as much recoil and twice as reliable as regular equipment now a days. So do you have any particular wants with this?" Not that what she wanted was really going to influence what he did. At the end of the day Gage always puts in maximum effort into all his projects and makes sure that each one is the pinnacle of its powers.
He was not one to put out product that was lack luster or even sub par in any aspect. If it was going to go out into the real world then he would make sure that it would have to power to carve its name into history. "You did a good job here. While I work on my next project would you care to take care of another problem for me? Its more...delicate than this one but it has to be done none the less."
Post by YEONG-HUI GANGJEON on Jun 15, 2017 8:15:09 GMT
If Gage had decided to take the gesture of their new partnership and shook her blood soaked hand, she would slump forward against him, forehead coming to rest on his shoulder with a soft thud as she took a moment to recuperate. Though no doubt would she stain the man's clothing in bood and gore due to this gesture. Even then, a physical touch was something that made her cringe. She hated it, because she had such a distrust and disregard for humanity. Apathetic to the core. With a last, deep breath, she pushed herself up and away again, taking a more respectable step away again, her ears flattening against her skull. "Joesonghabnida," she murmured the apology, her ears flattening against her skull once more. Showing weakness was always a dumb move.
She then looked at Gage, taking another deep breath to steady herself, before taking several steps backwards to lean against one of the trucks present. "Silenced, ability to switch between conventional bullets and bullets that kill masks," she answered. "Also. Barrel gated to allow explosive rounds killing masks," she answered. Three different ammo types total. "Reflective strips on iron sights, no scopes or optics," she added. She was someone that disliked optic sights or scopes on weaponry, iron sights were more than enough for her run and gun mindset.
She glanced back at him, nodding. "What is it?" Came the natural follow up question. "And what would be in it for me?" She was an enforcer after all. And while she gladly would cooperate with this man and let him guide her, she was still paid work. And she still worked for the Koreans after all. Something she truth be told, came to question more and more the last few days. As she grew in power, so did the voice in her mind, as previously was shown with quite the amount of blood. And it uttered to her that she had no overlord but herself. That she should take this city for her own. A voice of (T)reason?
And of course he did shake, what kind of monster would not have shaken during the middle of the most INTERESTING business transaction that he has ever encountered on the streets of...well anywhere. She was effective. Extreamly effective and that makes her more than useful. A good associate is hard to come by and even more so a competent one more so. That being the case he was at a loss, her falling forward to rest her head on his shoulder making him a little uncomfortable. Not that he did not find her attractive, quite the opposite actually. However he had not once stopped to even let that thought drift into his mind. Then she spoke, her native language being something that he did not quite have a grasp on. I am going to have to get a translator to deal with this. He did not care for missing out on any information during a conversation. Standing up again her ears lay flat against her head, Gage assuming that the phrase was some kind of apology based on her posture.
Pistol in hand he cycles the weapon a few times, going through its functions, and even tapping into its inner workings using his soul communication to feel about its interior.
"Silenced, ability to switch between conventional bullets and bullets that kill masks," - Gage nodded, dropping the magazine and used a spark of soul communication to funnel breach lines along the barrel, turning the entire length of the top into the vent holes normally used in suppressors. That way when it is fired the gasses escaping from the top of the pistol would counter act the vertical kick. Normally this would not be possible due to the fact that the barrel has to have equal amounts of rigidity all around the circumference but by pulling metal around the sides and to the top he was able to make it to where chamber detonations were next to impossible.
"Also. Barrel gated to allow explosive rounds killing masks," - That one was a bit more complicated, the gating of a semi automatic pistol being a little odd. However all that had to be done was the removal of the left side of the slide, Gage's green soul communication energy peeling away the metal and polishing the removed portion. Next he molded what was left to allow the loading of individual rounds at a time. All she would have to do is hold the slide lock down right when firing and the slide would leave the gate in the open position. Then with her left hand she would be able to insert the round directly into the chamber in a similar fashion to a bottom loaded shotgun.
"Reflective strips on iron sights, no scopes or optics," - This was by far the easiest alteration, Gage pulling off the reflective strip off of the rear bumper of the truck, with a flash of green Soul Communication he then cuts the grain of the reflective material down by 80% making the material feel smooth to the touch but still reflective as a safety vest. Drawing up the sights slightly he molds them in and heats everything to a smoldering red as it hovers mid air, the pistol now starting an air cooling process.
"Well for starters I can get you some of those explosive rounds you are looking for. As for the job, here is what I need from you. I have business to tend too the mainland and I can't take care of it myself otherwise I would. However you can be my hand here. At the docks of friday there is going to be a shipment coming in of goods, its going to be four containers each holding about 15 units each. I need you to go and disrupt the receiving of the shipment and do something with the goods. I don't care what happens to it as long as it does not end up where it was originally planned. Destroy it, dump it in the ocean, I don't care. As long as they don't get to keep it." Pulling out a piece of paper he hands it to her, the dock number and the container numbers all scribbled down. "That thing will fire regular rounds, the metal being able to transmit your energy into the rounds so it will kill your 'masks'. Do you have anything else?" Gage rubs the blood smudge on his shoulder before ignoring it and turning back to her.
Post by YEONG-HUI GANGJEON on Jun 15, 2017 20:10:46 GMT
Extremely effective was still an understatement. She was the pinnacle. What happened when you everything a fourteen year old held dear. Her family, her innocence, the one item that comforted her and gave her a gun to replace it all and tell her to go kill people? Promising she'd feel better? What was expected of a fourteen year old that was smart enough to wear gloves, because she knew what treatment her fingers, paired with sandpaper, waited? At a young age, she was an intrepid enforcer, a drug runner and nothing short of a cold blooded murderer. The gang became her family. And raised the way she was, that family was more important than her own being.
Then why was she doubting this so much? Her commands were clear, simple. And not impossible.
She nodded through his explanation, waiting for him to finish speaking, wondering whether the pistol was ready or not. She didn't really know how soul communication worked, used it more on a subconscious basis rather than actually looking into using it. If she had a gun that could damage anything coming her way, she could easily shoot their face repeatedly 'till they died. No fancy magic required. She just needed a weapon that could harm anyone. The amount of damage didn't matter. Even if it was a dull knife. If it drew blood, it could sure as hell kill.
"I want a home, secured, out of the way," she answered, before scowling. "But right now, a smoke. Got some?" She blinked momentarily, feline eyes red and veined as they felt irritated by the droplets of blood that she was still blinking away, pawing at her brow to wipe away at least some.
Gage couldn't help but think of his first work, the knife that he would carry on his person to this day, the shape starting off large and bulky but now being more slender and thin after each time he has sat down to habitually sharpen its edge. All the way from a knife to that of an accidental AI. One that would out perform his work in almost all fields, as any good computer should. Then to top it off his most recent battle suit, each ones complexity making the design and fabrication of a new pistol rather easy.
"A home out of the way...when you say out of the way what do you mean? Like in the mountains? Because you already have access to something like that, just like everyone else on the market. However if you are looking for more of a fortress of solitude then I think I have something that you might be interested in." Gage smiled and pulled a pack of dollar store smokes out of the inside pocket of his jacket, taping them into the palm of his right hand to pack the tobacco before offering her one. Gage didn't bother bringing up that it was the unused half of a development lab a hundred and fifty meters under the floor of the city bank.
Post by YEONG-HUI GANGJEON on Jul 2, 2017 12:03:51 GMT
"Alone, unvisited," she answered, taking the cigarette and flicking out a bloodstained, gold lighter. Clicking the small cartridge open and lighting the cigarette, before shutting it again. "Easily defendable," she added, taking a long, almost desperate drag from it. Lungs alight with fire as tar and other destructive chemicals wreaked havoc inside an already wounded body. A pained and retched coughing resounded shortly after, but that stab in the lungs told her she was still alive. And it flooded her entire system with adrenaline again. Which made sure her conciousness was sharpened once again. She didn't want to die on her feet just yet.
She tapped the butt of the cigarette to drop some ashes. "What's the cargo?" Came her next question. If it was black market stuff, or money, she had sources that could pawn it for her. And she'd be that much richer from it. "How secured. How much people? And how armed?" She questioned, one hand moving up to wipe some of the blood from her brow. Another drag from the cigarette. "And, for that, I want that home you're speaking off. Explain more," she hissed, glancing down at a small quill still lodged in her side. One she gripped and pulled out as well, letting out a pained grunt.
Such an interesting character, the pain of battle still in her side and all she wants is to figure out her next step towards getting settled down. The lab itself would be easy to convert into a living quarters, the only person that knows about its whereabouts being himself and one other Shinigami whom he had invited in for some less than sanctioned experiments. "Next to no one knows of its location as I had dug it myself. The base floor is a hundred and fifty meters below the basement of the Main Financial Institution here in town. To get there you can either take a powered sled which is a quarter mile away from the bank in a subway station through one of the service entrances. The Elevator in the bank also goes down to the facility. The staff on the ground floor all work for me so none of them should give you any issues, in actuality they tend to be decent company should you ever stop with lunch for them."
Gage snuffs out his own cigarette underfoot. "Its a shipment of 28 foreign nationals, all trying to make a new life for themselves. Personally I don't give a damn, these people sold themselves to a gang of murderers but they are getting shipped here into my town. For that the gang is now trespassing into dangerous water. Just go there, interrupt the shipment and turn the people loose or over to the police. Your call. When your done I will walk you through the lab and we can see what you think of it."
Post by YEONG-HUI GANGJEON on Jul 16, 2017 21:33:08 GMT
The pain was, like she always told herself, a sensation that told her she was still among the living. Pain meant that her blood was still pumping properly, her heart beating, albeit faintly at this point. She nodded slowly. So, she would be living below a bank. It wouldn't be ideal to break in there, it'd draw too much attention. And the staff was apparently on Gage's payroll. So robbing it regardless would be kind of a shitty idea. This man was about to set her up properly in Naruki city. No more eating from the trash, or sleeping between rats. It would be nice for a change.
"Women, children?" She questioned, frowning momentarily. "Offer sanctuary. Give them weapons," just like she was trained. Spiritually aware or not. She would overlook their development. Hell, give someone who has nothing to lose a weapon and make them believe that weapon is the only thing they're able to lose. A man desperate for his family? Give him a weapon and promise you would protect them. And with the display of power, the underground hideout, this would be more than obvious that she could protect. Breed new warriors, make them loyal.
Be the only thing they could lose.
She smirked momentarily. Hell, she'd make for an excellent leader if her blood wasn't tainted by the lack of honour a muscle had. "Lab before assignment. These people will help me," she answered finally. Though it'd be a massive boost in her modus operandi, it was a bold strategy. One she'd rather have her current employer approve, rather than anything else.
"No matter to me. Lets go then," pulling out his phone Gage begins to dial up a local cab service, lower end so that if for any reason they saw anything that they shouldn't they would most likely keep it to themselves so that they don't become the focus of unwanted attention. Pinning a location a few blocks away he starts walking, expecting that she is following but not looking back to make sure. "Your an odd one. I would have assumed that you would just as soon punch holes in the container and let it sink to the bottom of the bay." She seemed to be at either end of the spectrum, or at least a decent amount normal. Unwarranted bloodshed not being in her agenda while at the same time she had no issue tearing into someones neck and leaving them bleeding on the ground.
Gage has met his share of odd balls in the spiritual community, ranging from blood thirsty monsters that take off a babies head as soon as save it from a car wreck. Then there were those that would literally die, letting their own life go so that a single insignificant soul could be saved. It was a short walk to the pick up location for the cab, it being at least five more minuets before it would pull up.
Post by YEONG-HUI GANGJEON on Sept 7, 2017 11:21:40 GMT
She nodded slowly, falling into step next to Gage, rolling her shoulder. Leaving the massacre way behind her. "Men are valuable," she answered, glancing at Gage. "Men willing to die for you are invaluable," she snorted slowly. "I plan to give them the lives they're trying to make, Mekhanik-Honghu." She tapped her own chest. "And having given them their life, it is mine." It was a very simple measure of granting what was owed. These people would otherwise be killed, sold into slavery or the black market for their organs. Anything that the sick criminal underworld had in store for them. "Like me, they'll mark their place in society with blood."
Pariahs, social outcasts. People who didn't belong. All of these were welcome. Killing them would just be a waste of resources. Or dreadfully inefficient. "Bu-in," she muttered under her breath, smirking slowly.
She pocketed her hands and held up were Gage stopped as well, going to sit down at the curb, hissing in pain still. But the bleeding had subsided mostly, at least. Both offensive and defensive capabilities had grown in power. And she found herself wondering at times why she wasn't dead yet. This moment being one of those moments of wonder. The wounds were enough to kill a normal human over twice.
Gage looks at her, snuffing out the light up another cigarette underneath the toe of his shoe. She was odd, always using her time to accomplish what seemed like a mundane criminal lifestyle. It was as if she did not realize that she was a part of something much grander. Something much larger than guns and knives, power over regular people being insignificant in comparison to what she was capable of.
"So tell me, what exactly do you know about us? As in the spiritual world as a whole. You seem to have come to terms with the fact that you have powers, you did not question it when you saw that I had some too. Give me an idea of where you stand, I can't work with someone unless I know how educated they are." That was too true, sending her out into a world using her own spiritual energy as a weapon but not informing her that there was a decent chance she wouldn't count her spiritual resistance is very much like sending her on a spiritual Russian Roulette. Eventually, unless she is prepared she will encounter someone much stronger than her who would be able to Snuff out her light under the toe of their own shoe.
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