[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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“Back when I was still very much so active in the MMA scene they gave me a nickname, wanna know what it was?”
Were the last things she had heard before her upper half collapsed; the sound of several heavy objects would hit the ground including the helmet. What was left of the woman in the armor was scattered with across the pavement, blood scattered spread out from the point of contact with some splash landing on domonic.

The woman laid on that pavement would be familiar to only Blume, yet she may not remember Mrs. Brockovich, as their encounter was but a brief one. She was once a woman of status within the company that was known only as section 88, but has clearly been reduced to a lab rat; constantly being told that Blume and her men are the enemy, and that she let Silas die. So much so that she believed she volunteered to become a lab rat, for the juggernaut program. Her only success, was the that she was one of the few that survived such a process, and became a blue print for future juggernauts
“Ya’ll were right, no gods, no kings, no masters. Because our Empress is none of those things. She is a Goddess, a Queen, a Mistress. Glad to see you idiots know who you’re dealing with at least”
“Don’t do anything stupid or I’ll knock your fucking jaw off.”
The man that Domonic had appeared behind had been sweating ever since he saw the speed of the man, fear had gripped him as he stood still unsure of what to make of the whole situation, but once he heard that voice his body would turn slowly to face Domonic. He knew his options, were limited he knew his orders. As he looked down at the small silver disk he held in his hand before facing domonic, he was unsure how things would go.
“My reaction time is faster than anything you fuckers can understand and replicate with technology. Years of hard work and dedication sculpted me into this, there are no shortcuts. Now come back to the bar with me so you can sit your ass down and have a talk with the Empress or I can knock your fucking jaw off and ask one of your other buddies around here”
“I will co-”
Choking began to cut off his words as his body began to convulse, he was unable to control his muscle movement, his hand squeezing then loosening up to drop the disk, while he himself would fall, hitting the ground, convulsing for a few more seconds till he could move no more. The same thing Domonic witnessed was happening to the others, each and every one of those masked soldiers were convulsing before their souls would return to the soul king. What happened to each of them was a cyanide capsule had gone off, ensuring that who ever was captured wouldn’t talk.

Cigar smoke had filled a dark room with the only a large flat screen tv illuminating the room with the images and video. it had been broadcasting Domonic’s fight with the juggernaut, and now it had been sifting through each channel that was broadcasted from the soldiers. Each broadcast was revealing their location yet all of them had in common was them laying on the floor of each roof they occupied, the signal went out for a several more seconds before being cut off and leaving only white static on the screen.
As for the bodies that laid around the fight, they had all been scrubbed of any data base that had their faces, fingerprints, and DNA, any records of them were gone, true John Does walking till their demise. The armor they wore was certainly Eto’s design but would be foreign to both Blume and Domonic.

 

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“As you wish, my Empress.”
If there was anything that could make her feel so powerful yet so small, it was Dominic. Her face was nothing but amused as the clothes shed off his back from the rain of bullets, yet she felt a bit of annoyance considering how expensive they were. Knowing that he is the farthest from materialistic, she lets it slide every time, given that he provides entertainment with it as payment. She takes another sip of her drink, hearing the whimpering of the bartender behind the counter cowering directly in the width of her wingspan.
“How’re you holding up back there?”
Her voice would be able to reach them, yet she received no answer in return. With a gentle shrug, she places the glass back down on the mess of a counter and rises from her seat as she witnesses Dominic being tossed by the armored individuals and she stifles a laugh, coming into the outside out of one of the holes in the walls created by the rain of bullets. Even despite all of the vicious mess and chaos, the garments she wore were still gleaming. Her smile had yet to leave her face as she drew closer and closer to the damage zone.
“No gods… No kings… No masters”
What catches her attention is the feminine tone that escapes from one of these beings and she tilts her head. Heavy steps drew closer to Dominic and Blume lowered her gaze, a shadow casting over her cerulean orbs as she closely observed, her arms crossing under her bosom as she waited for him to finish his assault that ended in that woman’s demise. She clicks her tongue in distaste and while Dominic went to find the main conspirator that allegedly directed this, Blume came to crouch by the woman in the armor to get a good look at what had just perished to her right hand.
“Your master passed ten years ago and you are still fighting for him? If that idiot knew how to do anything right, it would be earning the blind loyalty of his subjects. Still, it is a shame that you were wasted like this.”
The tears that streamed from the girl’s eyes earned pity. She places a finely manicured nail against the deceased’s forehead and beneath her, a black mass conforms to her height and swallows her, just as it would her partner in crime, armor, and all. It didn’t matter who they were any longer if they even had an identity before this fiasco. Even in death, they would be useful to her, one way or another. Their blood would feed Elende, and perhaps even aid her in the future. And what of the armor? Well, Lukas would enjoy his time breaking those apart and using them for his own private projects.
Dusting herself off, Blume takes another step forward and finds herself briskly making her way over to the duo, but she would come to find herself moving a little too late as the body in Dominic’s grip begins convulsing violently with foam dripping out of his mouth until it just stopped, and one by one around them, the others that surrounded the immediate area would fall too. Whether it was in the same manner, they would have to find out later upon investigation. Perhaps Dominic would see her order going incomplete as a failure, but with a hand on his shoulder, it would reassure him that he was fine. They could at least deduce that their own kind had it out for them, but just how far would they go to use more broken people before they approached her themselves.
Above their heads, a cloud passes and reveals the light of the moon, and a silvery glint where the man’s body lay catches the Empress’s attention. She has half a mind to crush it, but if not for the familiarity of something similar, she may have done so. Instead, she shakes her head and simply takes both the disk and the man’s body as well into the realm of the Schatten Bereich. Those bodies that lay lifeless would follow suit, as no evidence would go untouched.
“Should we retire? It’s been a long night, and I don’t think I have the patience for any more games. My feet are killing me...”
Adjusting her gown, Blume waits patiently for Dominic to see if he would like to do anything else. Having dragged him around for the majority of the day, she would cater to him for a time. His dedication to her was unparalleled, and so it would be the least she could do. Upon her leaving, she seemingly calls out to no one, but there are many listening ears, even in solitude
“Make sure you watch us closely if you want the upper hand.”

 

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Revenge, a desire that forms from the most incorporeal of poisons. Sometimes born from proper justifications, while other times from misguided rage. The completion of one's mission is often thought to bring a cathartic conclusion to the shadows that grasp their heart. Yet that was an erroneous thought. All that remained in the end was a sudden emptiness . Nothing but a single hallway with no end.
For a certain Quincy, it mattered not. There was no expectation for relief when the deed was done, nor was there really any desire for such a thing. Jeuno's path was one of conclusion, not ignorant aggression. His family had fallen from where it formerly stood. Despite being of pure blood, their validity and prominence had waned over time. Many of those that wore the Krieger name ceased seeking to aid those outside of their own bloodline. Plagued as well is their lineage; their women suffering more often than not miscarriages or their men infertile.. The pressure to bring their name into the future came all while it's utterance became but a whisper. The only shouts coming from those within the family that clung to the old ways.
Nathaniel, the patriarch of the Krieger, held onto the idea that he would be the one to stop this downward trend and return his kin to glory. At every chance he got however, this came with opposition. Some from literal forces acting against him, while others were more immaterial, just like poor luck. He continued to grasp at straws for many years, each metaphorical one slipping through his fingers and robbing his eyes of their light and sparkle, one miss at a time. Infuriating would be the shallowest of ways to put it. His health began to decline due to the stress and the ever growing grasp of old age that pulled at his bones. Sometime during this spiral, his spouse, Leona, had become pregnant. With this blessing a spark found its way back onto his melancholy visage, the embers of hope to regrow their familial prestige. .
It needn't matter if his other plans had fallen through, this was the true saving grace. Ideally, it would be a boy, someone whom following tradition would be able to truly pass on their family name through their own children. There would be no compromise, only the need of continuance. This was it, the ultimate opportunity.
Nathaniel's entire life focus had then become the birth of his child. Ensuring his wife had the utmost care however was only half of the puzzle. The other half was to immediately find a proper betrothal. There was one obvious choice in his mind. All connections had been used, all cards played, and all prayers done. The die had been cast and nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to get in Nathaniel's way.
That was at least, until the news came of the sex of his growing child. A female.
This was not something that should offset anything, since his end game goal was still to just bargain off his offspring onto another family, but it did. Traditionally speaking, this meant that his daughter would take another family's name, thus still serving to phase out that of the Krieger. The ember of hope within him quickly snuffed out, spiraling into such a deep depression that some say he emanated an aura of cold. Of course this would happen, he would tell himself, this was all just some big joke. Spite grew with each passing day, watching as it became closer and closer to the day of this child's birth. And over the years after, his soured tongue spat nothing but bladed words towards his wife and child, acting as if it was they didn't do enough to produce a male..
As soon as Jeuno was old enough, Nathaniel wasted no time drilling Quincy practice into them. He worked the youth to the point of bleeding, desiring nothing other than perfection. The child had to be the absolute best candidate for whatever family she'd be betrothed to. His obsession and delusions only continued to bring bruises and heartbreak to his own progeny, lacking any positive moments. There was no time for that. Even though the child showed promise, his overly critical judgement left no room for respite. Nathaniel's perceived potential of Jeuno had not been reached, and perhaps might be implausible.
Nathaniel couldn’t believe the day that Jeuno had discovered their gender identity, he felt as if it was a further mocker. He had wanted nothing more than to have a son but to receive one in such a way was blasphemous. He had almost beaten Jeuno to the point of death upon admittance, only to be stopped in what Nathaniel had considered a final act of mercy. Jeuno knew of his father’s life wish. He always thought he’d be happy, but his identity was to never be expected. For years after, his father rejected his identity and quickly his hatred grew. Eventually it culminated in one fateful night, when he slayed both of his parents. The noise of it all was raucous, but just as quick as it started it changed to serene silence as the blood dripped from his hands. In the aftermath all that remained was the name that often trailed behind his father's actions...
Diamante
Jeuno had contracted a few individuals to keep eyes on those that held the name for some time. Subtly those shadows worked, relaying whatever was useful to him. Opportunities came but were often not advantageous for a solo agent. There was one place that was a potential prospect, a bar on the outskirts of the major attractions of Karakura Town. This would be where he'd likely be able to snag his prey. Through details he had received that day, as well as his own intuition, he set up a web just outside of a particular establishment. He prepared his stakeout, rigging small discrete black boxes on particular trees, walls, and power posts.
Once all his devices had been set, he broke his way into a vacant residence that gave favorable vantage over the pub. He found his way to the Easternmost bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind him. He laid a long case against the ground before taking off a bag that had been strapped to his back. He removed a series of dark cloth panels and nailed them over the windows of the room. They managed to almost completely darken the space but allowed for one to just barely see through to the outside. They served as a means to allow him to watch the outside without any chance of someone seeing him inside the room. Jeuno reached for a pair of binoculars and honed their sights upon the bar, keeping an eye out for the arrival of his mark.
He observed patrons coming and going from the place. Nothing of real interest for a time, up until she arrived. The Krieger simply watched for a few moments, noting the casual nature of the interactions being had. Soon enough he placed down his binoculars and moved towards the lengthy case. Snapping open the bindings, he flipped the lid open revealing a rifle of his own design. He lifted the weapon from its bed and quickly prepared it for use. Making sure all was functional, he stepped towards the center of the room, raising the gun in the direction of the bar. Before he could properly adjust the sights, he noticed the appearance of what looked to be armored soldiers. The pair of them wasted no time unleashing a hail of bullets upon the tavern. It was certainly clear that Jeuno was not the only one with Blume in their crosshairs.
He could take the shot now but her guard was likely at its peak, so he figured it'd be better to wait. While zooming in his scope, he kept a close eye on all that was occurring. Scanning for persons of interest, he made sure to note the armored pair of soldiers, the bodyguard, and the unmoving Blume. Jeuno grit his teeth in a grimace, the confidence and lack of concern from his target sparking a stronger desire to pull the trigger, but he restrained himself. Patience. He took a long breath in and calmed himself, never letting his crosshairs fall from the red haired woman's head. The details outside the confines of his focus meaning less and less with each passing moment. The only thing that mattered was his mark. This rifle after all was made just for this job, just for her and no one else.
Jeuno stood firm with his finger never leaving the trigger. His thumb flicked upwards from where it was, hitting a switch on the side of the armament that caused blue lights to spark to life along the weapon. Once the reaction to the spontaneous gunfire had died down, all that remained was Blume and her escort. He knew it was time to take the shot. The Empress took a second to comfort and await a response from her companion. That was it, a distraction while in the growing calm.
A single shot, its combustion muffled by a silencer. The space between the muzzle and the head of the Diamante traversed in all but a blink of an eye. A bullet with no spiritual signature and on course to meet its mark. Jeuno had contemplated using his own spirit weapon to take this shot, but that posed the threat of being detected well before it’d made contact. Instead a well placed bullet with extra insurance should it connect. This was not some normal human that laid within the projectile’s path...so there had to be something more.

 

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Flucuating Tensions
His finger twitches at the sight of the man suddenly coughing and gagging from some unknown reason. When the convulsing began is when Dominic settled down and sighed, hearing those on the other rooftops experience a similarly painful death. It is when Blume approaches and places her hand on his shoulder that he lets out a sigh, the loyal Quincy that spoke with the highest respect to the Empress seemed to have faded away as the situation was now resolved, well it resolved itself. As the bodies are whisked away to Schatten Bereich he places his hands on his hips, his attitude in a completely relaxed state unaware of any lingering dangers around them.
“Should we retire? It’s been a long night, and I don’t think I have the patience for any more games. My feet are killing me...”
”Yeah I guess so, nothing else going on now. At least there I can hit the gym and burn off the excess steam.”
He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, walking away from Blume unaware of a bullet that flies right for her. After another step the whistling of the bullet is heard, given his training and Quincy prowess stopping and/or catching a bullet is child's play regardless of the caliber fired. Which means for the Empress this should also be child's play. He stops and turns by this point the bullet will have reached the Empress, however, as a bodyguard this will be perceived as a failure on his part. Quite the opposite, Dominic is not there to swat away gnats anytime they get too close, he is there to deal with serious dangers and threats, to punish and silence them. That being said he decides to look in the direction the bullet traveled from, based on the whistling of the bullet’s travel. If everyone here involved was nothing more than a normal human this assassin would be able to get away with this attack. They would have been better off using a spiritual attack against them then concealing themselves.
”These guys just don’t quit. If their tanks and rangers didn’t work, why would they assume their sniper team would fare any better?”
He points and aims his index finger in the general direction of where the bullet must have traveled from, on the receiving end of this it may appear to be quite threatening to have your position pointed out, but this is nothing more than an educated guess on Dominic’s part. His hand begins to build up with Reiryoku once more as this pointing gesture would end up being something much more alarming than revealing a position.
”Alright then, what will you have me do Empress? I have a good estimation on where they might be, however, if I’m wrong innocent folks might get hurt. So, it’s up to you.”
Dominic waits for his orders, the assassin may currently have the advantage over Dominic since he doesn’t know where they are and he doesn’t want to risk hurting innocents. Even if given the order to fire he may be reluctant which could give the sniper time to flee or reposition for another shot. These silent long range battles are clearly not in Dominic’s style.

 

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“Yeah I guess so, nothing else going on now. At least there I can hit the gym and burn off the excess steam.”
“You really do work yourself too hard.”
She laughed, even after the number of events that had just happened. She reminisces about the times where she would find him deep in concentration before his matches. Per their deal all those years ago, her faction would give him all of their support in his career, and had up until his retirement. Now he was at her side, 24/7 if he probably could, but even the Empress needed her space. As Dominic turns away from her, she releases a sigh, moving in pursuit so they could go home. Blume is as unaware of the human-made item sailing towards her in quick succession as Dominic is. She releases a sigh and takes a step forward only for her heel to get caught in her dress and cause her to stumble forward, letting the bullet sail where her head may have been if she weren’t so clumsy or in pain from the footwear.
“Ah, clumsy me...”
”These guys just don’t quit. If their tanks and rangers didn’t work, why would they assume their sniper team would fare any better?”
He points and aims his index finger in the general direction of where the bullet must have traveled from, on the receiving end of this it may appear to be quite threatening to have your position pointed out, but this is nothing more than an educated guess on Dominic’s part. His hand begins to build up with Reiryoku once more as this pointing gesture would end up being something much more alarming than revealing a position. Blume lifts her head to take a gander at his hand and its position and the growing reiryoku that becomes visible by the second and she doesn’t know whether to laugh or get annoyed at the amount of pests that continue to get on her nerves.
”Alright then, what will you have me do Empress? I have a good estimation on where they might be, however, if I’m wrong innocent folks might get hurt. So, it’s up to you.”
"They better pray they can kill me before I find them.”
In one fell swoop, Blume tears her dress so it no longer hinders her up to her mid thighs, and tosses her shoes off to the side. If it was a sniper, hiding behind the closest wall would do well, but from what she could tell after consideration, there was no form or signature of reiryoku that ever emitted from the projectile. Her blut is now visibly potent as the blue lines crawl and pop out of her flesh along the path of veins, glowing and pulsing. Had it not been for the fact that she’d been scoping out the earlier competition, then finding this new assaulter would have taken a bit longer. With her bare feet against the cool surface of the top of the building, the amount of time it takes to spread her sensory range to the very cusp of Karakura’s city limits takes nothing but a couple seconds. The Empress’ sensory is rather specific and capable of completely outlining the grid of the area around her if she concentrates past the initial reiryoku signature. Building outlines, the people inside, the machines they operate, the streetlamps, even the vegetation, Blume was capable of outlining it all.
Beneath Dominic's feet, it seems his shadow only lengthens behind him. The people that are in the streets or even in buildings, so long as a shadow is capable of being cast, theirs would shift and grow in a discreet fashion. Even if the smallest sliver of light were able to occupy a room, there was no contest that she would find who she desired to. Her eyes scan the horizon, eyeing the place where the bullet landed and gave a tired gaze towards the east. While it was clear that she was there target, what would the do when she disappeared from line of sight. Blume makes a quick stride behind Dominic and it was almost magic the way she disappeared, dropping into Dominic's shadow, however if the sniper had been watching closely, they would've seen the glint in her eyes just as she broke her gaze to dive into the shadows. Her body moves from every shadow she can manage to find, and it is in quick succession that she moves closer and closer to Jueno, second by second. Would they run? Or did they have something else up there sleeve if she managed to come face-to-face with them.