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Post by ORION NAKAJIMA on Apr 20, 2017 23:05:54 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","mns"] [attr="class","top"] With this deep[break] From deatheternal universe,[break] until rebirth.[attr="class","posth"] Dark clouds were gathering overhead. A storm was coming. It had rained the night before, during his shift. He had been safe and dry inside. He might not be so lucky tonight. Orion turned his eyes down from the sky and tried to think about something other than the damp, miserable night ahead of him. He looked at the angular concrete walls lining both sides of the street ahead of him. He had been in the city no more than three months and he was already nostalgic for the forests back home. [break][break] But it was springtime and trees were in bloom, giving a lovely lacy filigree to the edges of the streets where such trees persisted in the concrete jungle. From his vantage on the sidewalk he could inhale the scent, admire the beauty of red, pink and white blossoms. Even someone like Orion had to smile about it. That trees still existed in such a world. He walked in his scrubs, carrying a small bundle in his arms, protected by a plastic bag. [break][break] Where had it been? Oh yeah... I was growing that guy on top of the dorm. That white flower... It was the only sign of life in such a place but I remember it there. Found a pot for it, even had a roommate help me. A lot of sun, rain... It didn't do too badly that flower. [break][break] He shifted, absently recalling a small moment in his life, likely mundane to the passerby but growing things, bringing life. The earth had always been a kindred spirit to him. When the clouds broke, giving a gentle shower he could taste the acrid city grease in it, juxtaposed with the scent of cherry blossoms. It ran down his face, un-tampered with, the cool on his skin welcome to his senses. His violet eyes scanned the empty street, though he heard it in the distance, the sound of sirens. Sirens, wind and rustling petals curling up in spin-drifts on the curb. [break][break] The same intuition that let a man know someone was dying, was the same sense that lead the tall, dark male to turn, look over his shoulder when all the sounds had stopped, only for a moment. The tapping of rainy fingertips faded as he honed in his hearing. He shook his head, clutching the rustling bag to keep it quiet as he continued his long walk to the hospital.
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Post by RYOHEI OHARA on Apr 21, 2017 0:12:17 GMT -5
[attr="class","dfbase"] [attr="class","dftop"] [attr="class","dficon"] [attr="class","dfboxbase"] angel trumpet [attr="class","dfbox"]There was something, therapeutic in the sight of steel piercing the vulnerable fabric of clothing, and in turn, the precious flesh of the human body. Stab. Thud. A citizen of the city would fall to the concrete below. A throwing knife having been lodged in his back without any prior sign of an aggressor present. "Hehe, you didn't even scream." A voice called forth from the dank shadows of an alleyway. Soles of boots stepping against minuscule puddles created in the small openings of cracked and otherwise old concrete. The wet foot steps, they registered with the downed male. He struggled to crawl away. But a boot would make contact with the blade, lodging it deeper into his back. "G-gack!" The man coughed up a plentiful amount of crimson life fluid from his mouth. Staining his pearly white chompers as his head creaked backwards. "N-no... p-please..." "Begging~?" Ryoh—no, Masquerade's foot drove the black blade down further into the citizens back. Eyes fixated on the marvelous splatter of awe inducing blood that had been expelled from his prey. How could one not enjoy watching the marvel that was blood shed? Each being specialized by the spewer. It was bliss. Beautiful crimson bliss. "That's not going to work on me... nice try though~"Fingers hidden behind red gloves fixed the mask that rested against his face. Dominant hand reaching to the holster that hid behind his cape. Swiftly plucking his trusty blade, ( AZALEA), from it's slumber. Fingers slipped into the grove instantly, muscle memory and ample use of the weapon was to thank. "Wh—g-gack! wh-why are you doing this..?" Usual cloudy grey hues hidden behind bright red contacts fixated on the bleeding male underneath him. A wicked grin curling at the corner of his lips. "For fun." Masquerade would reply. Lowering himself down, eyes only a few inches from the trembling citizen. "That's not entirely true. I have my reasons." An index finger raised, glacially moving to his lips and a soft shhh, would ensue. "It's a secret. Can you keep it?" With his inquiry lingering in the air, The black blade in his hand would come crashing down into the neck of the citizen. "AAAGGGHH!!" Quickly retracting as the delightful liquid spewed out. "Of course you can~ dead men tell no tales."The blade known as AZALEA would be moved to Masquerade's lips. Tongue snaking it's way out to catch a mere drop of the blood it had captured from the male that frantically gripped at his neck, squealing until the life left his body. "It's my favorite color, Blood red." A hand would take hold of the throwing knife used prior, retracting it from the corpse and tucking it away. In tune with the sudden sound of sirens, the red eyes menace would chuckle and take a leap into the air. Landing on a light fixture and moving about and away from the scene. "I'll have to thank them for this power~" he spoke in regards to the one that had blessed him. Such a shame I didn't get to paint the walls with him. It would have been such a, beautiful piece."Moving about as the rain continued to fall from the sky above, the male sighed. Knowing mother nature would surely act as the custodian to his, little mess. But in truth, he wanted it. That wasn't a big enough score. That man, while an easy target. Wasn't extravagant enough. A worthless sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. His blades, his knives, they needed beautiful sacrifices. Rare breeds and fountains of crimson forgiveness. But it seemed as though the growing population of Minato-ku had grown... stagnant. No one gave him the thrill he felt when he had begun. The spine tingling, drool inducing, nether region tingling, pride of a well executed gash or slash. Just the thought alone, it took his mind to a delusion of grandeur. He took to the streets once more. Just to calm himself. Hands hugging at his own arms while he shivered in euphoric memory. That's when he saw him. Red eyes locked in on the stranger walking towards what seemed to be the Azabu-Juban hospital. But this guy, he was different. His hair, his stature. "Foreigner." His tongue snaked from it's resting place, trailing across the brim of his bottom lip. The chase. It had begun. Even if the other wasn't aware. With the fixing of his mask, docking of his dominant blade and throwing knife; Masquerade took off behind the gentleman. Lurking in the shadows of buildings and alleyways. Careful as to not let the puddles give his location away. He could very well have struck this individual down with a knife to the back, similar to the disposable sack of flesh he had dealt with prior. But this had to be done right. There was tact and class to the perfect slaughter. At least, in this male's case. The fear in their eyes, the blood that stained his attire. 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Post by ORION NAKAJIMA on Apr 21, 2017 1:29:00 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","mns"] [attr="class","top"] With this deep[break] From deatheternal universe,[break] until rebirth.[attr="class","posth"] Nights like this always bred a sense of paranoia in him. Whenever the sky bled out, erasing the grunge and grim of Minato-ku's concrete skin he felt like something was being hidden from his senses. These were the nights when they brought in the hopeless cases. The morgue was a haven for such debris. He would get out the box of little toe tags from the supply closet and date the bodies before putting them in their very own zip-lock bags. White and opaque because that way they didn't scare the living. Heaven forbid they ever see the rational end to human demise. [break][break] He sighed, pulling his phone out, tucking tree-san against his flank, the little grocery bag rustling against the infant sapling. He had started it from scratch from one of his trees back home, delicately pruning the beauty until it was the right, petite size. But while it was still struggling, he felt compelled to bring it with him, leaving it at the nursing station so that it wouldn't be neglected at night. No one could ever convince him that it didn't have a soul of it's own. Orion had surrounded himself with orchard trees as a child, choosing their company over the other children who treated him like a novelty, or someone they had to awkwardly associate with. Maybe he was a bit of a misanthrope, that didn't stop him from finding his place in society. [break][break] He moved his phone over the screen, unlocking it to see a text from his coworker. He rolled his eyes. [break][break] 'I got you a date with a friend of my sister's, you'll love her! she's visiting from another country.'[break][break] He replied simply with 'Oh?'[break][break] He walked, exhaling when he saw the droplets start to raise on the screen. [break][break] 'Yeah, she's just like you, she even likes R&B like you do, we got tickets to see some guys at the club later'[break][break] He slowly tapped back, his lips parted slightly, otherwise his expression was about as dour as the sky. [break][break] 'Have to decline, seeing an Opera with my sister tomorrow,' he clicked send, then shoved the device in his pocket, smiling faintly at one corner of his mouth. [break][break] Of course you'd know that if you ever listened to a word I said. Adjusting his grip of Tree-san's bag he turned, making his way down the last two blocks. The hospital would be in sight soon but he usually entered through the rear, that way he could avoid being nearly run down by an ambulance in the dark. He paused, his brows knit as he looked around again, swearing he heard something, even though there was nothing to see. [break][break] "If you're there, good job, if not I'm talking to myself and no one can hear me anyways so no big deal..." he muttered aloud, slowing his steps but not stopping. It was a wild guess but there was no harm if he really was alone. But what if he wasn't? [break][break] [attr="class","harjacredit"] harja[googlefont=Roboto] [googlefont=Satisfy] [googlefont='Archivo Narrow'] [googlefont=Archivo Narrow] [googlefont="Archivo Narrow"] [googlefont=Lora] [newclass=".mns"]width:400px;margin:25px auto 0;font-family:'Roboto';background:#A2c525;border:0px solid #774F38;font-size:11px;color:white;border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=".mns .top"]height:50px;background:#2E4600;font-size:14px;font-family:'Satisfy'; letter-spacing: 0.1em; border-bottom:5px solid #486B00;padding:10px 0;border-radius: 15px 15px 0px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=".mns .top b"]width: 120px; display:inline-block;padding:0 10px;position:relative;top:-43px; color:#A2c525;font-family:'Archivo Narrow'[/newclass] [newclass=".mns .top b:first-child"]text-align:right;[/newclass] [newclass=".mns .top i"]color:#ECE5CE;font-size:15px;font-style:normal;font-family:'Satisfy'; [/newclass] [newclass=".mns .top img"]border:5px solid #2E4600;width:100px;height:100px;border-radius:100%;margin-top:-30px;[/newclass] [newclass=".mns .bottom"]background:#7D4427;display:block;padding:15px 0px 0px 40px;border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px ;[/newclass] [newclass=".bottom b"]font-family:'Satisfy'; font-size:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".mns .posth"]line-height:1.4;padding:25px 30px 20px;color:white;text-align:justify; letter-spacing:0.75px;[/newclass] [newclass=".posth b"]font-family:'Lora'; color:#2E4600;[/newclass] [newclass=".posth i"]font-family:'Archivo Narrow';[/newclass] [newclass=".harjacredit"]text-align:center;font-size:8px;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass]
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Post by RYOHEI OHARA on Apr 21, 2017 2:22:52 GMT -5
[attr="class","dfbase"] [attr="class","dftop"] [attr="class","dficon"] [attr="class","dfboxbase"] angel trumpet [attr="class","dfbox"]Nose with twitch at the air. Although the rain had down a number on his own pheromones, Ryohei was still capable of making out the faint smells of emotion. On other's of course. Sadly, his power didn't work on himself. So he had nor emote idea what the scent of psycho smelled like. If he had to take a guess though, he would assume it was something sweet, maybe citrus like? But back to the matter at hand, he couldn't smell fear on his prey. It was... bland. Nonchalance. How drab and dull. The male behind the mask pouted slightly. That was a bummer. There was something about the sweet aroma of fear that made the dead all the more fulfilling. But, then again, he hadn't made contact with the other yet. So there was more than enough time to induce fear on the unsuspecting. He would just have to, kick it up a notch perhaps? Nothing he wasn't used to. Upon receiving his newfound powers and lifestyle, Ryohei did a few stunts to test his durability, rigidity... sanity. All with positive conclusive results. Moving onward, he stayed a generous distance away from the other. Still using the shadows as his hiding place. Dominant hand tracing the slick surface of his throwing knives. Contemplating, pondering, lingering. There were several courses of action he could take. Each one giving off various sparks to his vivid imagination. The scene playing out beautifully in the colorful recesses of his mind. In cinematic fashion, he could see it; the blade driving through the flesh. Evoking either a spewing of blood from the mouth, or a subtle ruining of clothing. The former being far more of a thrill of course. Then, he would proceed to drive another blade into the chest of the fallen. No, wait, maybe his thigh. Just to hear the symphony of screams harmonize with the pitter patter of rain drops. That's it. It had to be do—eh? Ryohei stopped in his tracks. It seemed as though his target was more in-tune with his surroundings than the killer had initially perceived. A minor set back, bet rest assured, Ryohei was well equipped to handle someone with sonar hearing. Or intense paranoia. Whichever shoe fit. Right hand quickly took hold of a ( THORN), index finger slipping through one of the holes provided as to gain a good grip before he acted. The distance between he and his next masterpiece was far too large for a simply fling. He would have to sneak up closer. Or, simply show himself and surprise the other. Lurking from the shadows, while effective, was quite the boring method of tacking down prey. Maybe in the Sahara or Amazon Jungle. But here, in the concrete jungle; Ryohei enjoyed being the last face his victims saw. And as previously stated, watching the life slowly drain away from their body. Soul slipping, blood dripping... or splattering, end. That settled it. Ryohei's lips curved into a maniacal grin. Steady hand holding onto his blade, he would lunge forth from the alley he had used as temporary shelter. Red hues locking sights to the darker skinned male's back before he proceeded to close the distance between the two. Quickly snapping his arm and firing off one of his THORNS towards the guy. Initially, he aimed to sink a blade into the unsuspecting's back. But of course, if he were lucky, and the other proved to have the opposite luck; maybe the afro sporting soul would turn and take the blade to the chest. Or, if Ryohei proved to be on lady luck and madam fortune's shit list, the blade would fail to reach it's destination. Which would leave Ryohei to do battle up close and personal. Which actually... sounded marvelous. His hand quickly switched to AZALEA. Fingers locking in place within the provided grips as he continued closing in on the male. Regardless of what his Thorn may or may not hit, Ryohei would be ready to follow up with his a medley of slashes. His plan of action was never to kill them right odd. Oh no, what would be the fun in that? Toy with them. Allow them to gasp and cry out in pain. Let there sorrow filled symphony and pleas for life fill his ears. Then silence them before they ruined it. Let the red rose of blood... bloom forth. 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Post by ORION NAKAJIMA on Apr 22, 2017 19:35:20 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","mns"] [attr="class","top"] With this deep[break] From deatheternal universe,[break] until rebirth.[attr="class","posth"]
After a while he just knew someone was following him. Working with psych patients, especially those that came into the ER gave him inhuman senses. When someone would suddenly turn south, despite having shown improvement. Looking at the numbers and knowing just one of them pointed to a future catastrophe. And when someone was watching him more intently than they should have. He knew when there were secrets being held and when he had a predator on his hands. Although the adrenaline mixed in his veins, it was more akin to preparation than abject fear. He would need to move suddenly, his strong, ropy arms prepared to grip and hold down an assailant. This close to the hospital it had to be someone who had left the psych ward. Instead of fearing for his life, all he could think was... [break][break] Not another damn Tuesday... [break][break] It was a matter of milliseconds after he'd heard the faint, faint slosh of gravel wet with rain that he turned, quickly enough to avoid being outright impaled. But it still slid through his baggy scrubs and he had to raise Tree-san up over his head. The blade fell inertly on the pavement below, but not without having won a small prize as the blood ran down from a deep but superficial gash in his flank. With the pale blue scrubs it was easy to see the purple blooms of color that spread. Orion growled and turned to face his attacker, approaching him with a look of glee and no sign of stopping. He back-stepped quickly, still holding his bonsai protectively, viewing the masked man not as a terror but as pest. Even with pity because this man was clearly not sane. His eyes narrowed and he held out Tree-san with one curled fist as a defense while he fished something out of his pockets. [break][break] "You really want to mess with me tonight? Psych ward must have let you loose..." he muttered, then realized his mistake. There would never have been any blades on a patient that escaped. This one was fresh, super fresh. He struggled to hold Ryohei off, one handed, his biceps taut as he endured the strikes that threatened Tree-san's planter. He was still bleeding but in time he'd managed to pull his stethoscope from his bag, swinging the bell to try and hit Ryohei in the face. [break][break] In the process... [break][break] "Tree-san!" he barked, not one to say the name of his beloved pet aloud, but in this instance, when the pot slipped free from his hand and the bag slid off, showing a pathetic little branch of dwarf apple in the middle of the pavement... Yeah, it was probably a good time to say it. I hate psych patients...
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Post by RYOHEI OHARA on Apr 22, 2017 20:52:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","dfbase"] [attr="class","dftop"] [attr="class","dficon"] [attr="class","dfboxbase"] angel trumpet [attr="class","dfbox"]Bittersweet were the results of his throwing knife. Bitter, in the regards that it didn't sink into the man's body. But sweet, in the sight of the stain created against the scrubs that hid precious skin. Ryohei may not have been able to knock the man on his back. But the slash to his body would be an adequate trade off... for now. Until the male decided it was time to grow greedy and seek a more, messier display of his skills. For now though, he couldn't help but have a maniacal grin plastered against his lips. Psych ward? That's what the other thought of him? Some deranged escapee of the padded walls and straight jackets? Hm, well, he wouldn't be too far off in his assumptions. Albeit, Ryohei never having been admitted into one. But the youth was sure that if his parent's hadn't met their timely end, they would have been advocates for the idea. Hell, they would have went as far as to pack his bags and ship him off their personally. But alas, they were weak. And the weak didn't survive. Ergo, their death.
"Although I haven't been admitted to any psych wards," steady hand accompanied by a black blade began it's attempt to drive itself into the afro'd man's chest. Eyes lowered in a mixture of annoyance and shock by how well the man proceeded to defend himself with only one hand. "I know they won't be able to hold me." His words had slowed, voice deepened as the traces of malice dripped from each idiom. The time for talking would cease as his knife handling skills would ensue once more. Spinning the blade about his hand in attempts to cut or stab the other. Growing furious with the man's persistence an self defense skills. Maybe it would be time to use a trump card? It had been quite some time since he engaged with a capable potential victim. Hidden within the aggravation, there was a growing sensation of excitement.
Would he finally be bested here?
There came a sudden shiny object into the mix. A stethoscope? What on earth was he planning on doing with tha—thud. With a knock to his forehead, Ryohei would feel the metal bell make contact. Evoking a growl of disdain and a slight falter in his mask. Free hand quickly moved to readjust the accessory. Blade now aiming to disarm the defender of his makeshift weapon as well as inflict more delectable stains to his scrubs. As hard he tried, Red hues couldn't help focusing back to the growing stain of purple against the blue fabric. If he weren't in the midst of combat, Masquerade would tremble in glee. It wasn't a splatter, or even a sole bead of crimson fluid treading down cold lifeless lips. But it was still beautiful all the same.
He had to evoke more. He had to watch this man gasp for air. He was the perfect way to end the night. The prime target for a beautiful tragedy. A man of medicine cut down in his prime. Body left to lay in the masterpiece known as his own blood on concrete. Assuming the rain allowed the piece of work to lay unhindered and untouched of course. In the midst of still trying to inflict another wound, the object the other had been holding seemed to have slipped from his possession. Taking sight of it while it descended onto the ground, Ryohei paused to perk a brow. "Tree-san?"
A plant? Oh, a tree! A bonsai tree at that. How unfortunate. The poor plant, it didn't deserve to have such a fate. It was far from Ryohei's intentions to hurt and form of fauna in the midst of his rounds. So it would only be fair to preserve and save the precious dwarf apple. Wait a minute. The killer came back to, this was his time to strike! Now that the other was more so fixated on the fallen tree. The blade spun within Ryohei's grasp. A horizontal slash aiming towards the stomach of the other. A quick flick of his arm with blade in hand, quickly followed up by a kick to the hopefully afflicted area.
His attention had shifted. Instead of focusing on carving this man into a living work of art, Ryohei wanted to pilfer the plant. He had a hunch this plant meant something special to the dark skinned male. And snatching it would hopefully bring more amusement to this encounter.
Assuming he had either sliced and kicked, or somehow knocked the other onto the ground; Ryohei would cup the poor fallen bonsai tree into one hand and tuck his blade away into it's holster. Taking off towards his fallen throwing knife, the killer would grab it and take off towards the entrance to the hospital. Surely there would be a pot that he could rest the precious plant within. Not to mention no rain within the inside.
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Post by ORION NAKAJIMA on Apr 22, 2017 21:16:11 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","mns"] [attr="class","top"] With this deep[break] From deatheternal universe,[break] until rebirth.[attr="class","posth"] He could see the way the man's lips twisted, practically quivered with glee. Hysteria? Mania? Yeah, this was more of a mania kinda guy.He wished he had something to slip him into submission, but only his body would do. With his one source of ultimate zen in shattered pieces on the pavement he was no longer feeling the instincts to fight for survival. He was mad, seething, boiling mad. [break][break] "You fucking little psycho..." he watched his assailant struggle for a moment. Was his tree really that fascinating? The hell was this guy on... He didn't let his guard down, instead holding his arms in front of himself protectively when the blade came again, drawing back so that the knife erred and went through his skin again, but not deeply. More red, superficial blood started to well, not nearly as red as Orion felt on the inside. Maybe he had been in trouble for fighting before, maybe... But he'd done well to meditate and practice like he was taught. But this, there was no letting the tension leave his body. He caught the kick too, pushing the man off with his upper-body strength. [break][break] He took that moment to stand, stagger back and examine the extent of his wound. He had a tourniquet in his pockets but it didn't seem necessary. If he was going to use it he was going to tie up that masked man to the nearest drain pipe and leave him there. His heart was racing, his body lighter, infused with endorphins and all their friends. But no... he had to take his fucking tree and run. His nostrils flared and he made a break for it, leaving the stethoscope, plastic bag and broken planter behind. His thickly built frame was for strength more than speed, but that didn't make him a slouch in the later department. Grunting he grabbed at the nearest corner to help propel himself in the direction of the masked man. [break][break] It had to be the back entrance... The storage hall with all of the excess equipment. Long and winding, kept dark at night. His tree in jeopardy and soon his patients, he careened past a wheelchair that had been left outside, throwing it out of the way with a massive thack when it hit the wall opposite the alley. Where are you you little monster... He scanned, trying to find evidence of him in the dark corridor. Only the sounds of telemetry in the distance proved anything existed there, and the red droplets of blood splattered on the floor, diluted from the rain running down his arms. The light from outside hit his back, making his silhouette a hulking show of pure power.[break][break] "Where could you be hiding..." he spoke with restrained rage. If Ryohei wanted fear, this certainly was the wrong target.
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Post by RYOHEI OHARA on Apr 22, 2017 22:46:30 GMT -5
[attr="class","dfbase"] [attr="class","dftop"] [attr="class","dficon"] [attr="class","dfboxbase"] angel trumpet [attr="class","dfbox"]Moving through the water covered streets, Ryohei managed to make his way into the hospital and immediately stumbled across the storage hall. Red hues darted about, taking note to all of the equipment present, the crevices of darkness he could hide within, the lack there of darkness from the entrance of light from the doorway. Eyes would dart down to the tree in his possession and a wide grin would creep onto his lips. Surely, that man would come after him. And if he didn't? Well, there was a building full of potential victims. So Ryohei would occupy himself until he felt the need to disperse. He still had to find the tree a place to rest. A pot or something similar to place the precious cargo within. "Hm," with footsteps treading onward down the long and winding hall, the masked man looked about for prime camping locations. Ruby hues darting left and right in search of the perfect nook or cranny to call home. Temporarily, of course. Hospitals weren't his ideal resting place. Plenty of bodies, but the decor was rather drab.
His body stopped at the sounds of entry. That had to be him. Ryohei chuckled, quickly darting down towards one of the halls and ducking down. An index finger motioned to the tree and a soft shhh would follow. "You'll enjoy this~" well, actually, Ryohei would more likely than not enjoy this more than his floral companion. His eyes closed and he remained silent as the other male began to move about the storage hall. The sound of some form of equipment being tossed about. Seemingly effortlessly at that. "Hm, he's rather strong... even better~" His lips curled into a maniacal grin. This was going to be interesting. With the release of a soft breath, there would begin to emit from Ryohei a special pheromone. One of with which, he hadn't used in quite some time.
"Genocide Whisper Mist."
With the final word dancing from his lips in a whisper, a pheromone with a translucent silver tint would begin to invade the storage hall. Smelling of an intense and daring fruity chypre, composed of sophisticated floral notes: tuberose, violet and hibiscus, with a splash of coconut water. This pheromone in particular, would induce a state of physical impairment to those who took in it's warm inviting scent. Primarily attacking the motor skills of the killer's targets as well as their senses; it would be used to dull them to a degree that would make Ryohei seem to move twice as fast as he actually would be. Hopefully causing the man to become sluggish, dizzy, or disoriented while receiving an awful blow to his reflexes and balance.
Eyes would open after the hall would fill with his brand of smell. Ryohei slowly stood up from his crouched position, tree in hand, the male would unsheathe his trusty blade once more. Twirling it about in his right hand while he leisurely moved out from the hall he had ducked down behind. Standing in the center of the longer corridor. Watching. Waiting. A heathen's grin plastered on his facial features as his knife twirled about. "This tree's pretty important to you, huh?" He'd call out. Purposely giving his location away. "Plant's are quite precious. It'd be a shame if something, unfortunate, happened to it. Wouldn't you agree?"
The soles of his boots tapped against the floor of the hallway, eyes locked to the forefront. Biding time. From what he sensed, there was another smell coming from the dark abyss. A familiar smell, one that evoked a fit of laughter. Mocking, laughter. "Hahaha! You're mad now, aren't you~!?" His tongue slithered about the inside of his mouth, caressing his canine teeth. "Hehe... hahahaha!! Come on! Come get your precious Tree-san!" His voice lowered, growing colder in execution. "Or, should I start cutting him instead?"
Eyes took a moment to gawk at the plant in his possession. In truth, he would never hurt any form of plant life. On the contrary, Ryohei envied the man for having such a gem. He himself wanted one for the shop. For his room. "So pretty." Fingers softly caressed the dwarf apple. "You'll love your new home~" He smiled a bright beam, nodding his head in affirmation. "I'll introduce you to all the other plants." Features shifted. The malice had returned. "Right after I finish this masterpiece. I just know it'll be... liberating." A shiver took over his body. The mental images of watching the other covered in the beauty of slashes... the accents of blood...
"I can't contain myself for too much longer!" He called out. "Do hurry? I don't think I can keep myself still for much longer." A snicker broke his speech. "We haven't even gotten to the best part yet! I feel a great climax on the rise~!"
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Post by ORION NAKAJIMA on Apr 23, 2017 0:24:32 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","mns"] [attr="class","top"] With this deep[break] From deatheternal universe,[break] until rebirth.[attr="class","posth"]"D-damn..." he knew the moment the mist hit that something was off. Was this guy a terrorist? Seriously, what was up with using gas on him. He realized that this could be dangerous if it slipped further out into the other halls. He was sweaty, dizzy, his body felt strange and sluggish. He swallowed, the saliva welling in his mouth as his eyes started to blur in and out of focus. This wasn't good. He found one of the antidote carts from the ER sitting, locked in the nearest room and stumbled into it, slamming on the side so that the drawers popped open. What in the name of all that is holy is that smell? He coughed, feeling his lungs sluggishly capturing air. He quickly dug for it, pulling out an auto-injector and clumsily pulling it free from the box. With a shaky hand he jammed the syringe of atropine into his thigh and let it push the contents in. He staggered, going flush against the wall when he heard his attacker start to move out into the hall. Talking smack like a true villain. He rolled his eyes, panting while the chemical found it's way to his brain, giving him the boost he needed to cut the fog and shake off the feeling he was going to drown in delirium.
[break][break] The hell are you doing, threatening a damn tree after trying to stab me open. What gives you that right? Oh wait... you're insane...
[break][break] He was going to patiently wait, bide his time but the man was mocking him even more. This man who when the police realized what was going on would likely try to catch and... kill? He certainly wanted to throttle this serial killer but he didn't want him to die. All life was sacred to Orion. Kinda... Maybe not on certain days. Maybe tonight was special, he didn't know. He just... felt bad for a moment that he was being toyed with by someone who didn't have anything better to do with their time. The rage quickly caught up when his prized bonsai was threatened again. Why would anyone threaten a poor tree. He growled and slowly peered out into the hallway, like he were trapped in some survival horror flick.
[break][break] The voice was closer now, likely expecting him to be subdued by that scent. But he wasn't, that was his advantage now. He wasn't going to just give it away.
[break][break] "I'll give you your damn climax!" he shouted, charging head-long into Ryohei, sending both men down, skidding along the floor into an empty room as Orion wrestled to grab the other man's wrists and hold them in his steel trap grip. He weighted more, he was physically stronger, hopefully this gambit would work. Still in the dark he knew he'd have to find tree-san, but at least the sapling would be safe for another hour. This man? He might not be. His eyes narrowed hotly. Damn him for making him have to do this. For trying to kill him. He tried to hold the other's wrists together in one fist while reaching for the tourniquet to tie them together.
[break][break] "You sociopathic punk-ass bitch..." he huffed, panting from the effort.
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Post by RYOHEI OHARA on Apr 23, 2017 1:55:07 GMT -5
[attr="class","dfbase"] [attr="class","dftop"] [attr="class","dficon"] [attr="class","dfboxbase"] angel trumpet [attr="class","dfbox"]His head tilted in intrigue at the silence from the other end. He was so sure he could at least rile the other guy up. Huh, maybe he had fallen over something and knocked himself unconscious due to the pheromone? No, that wasn't likely. Ryohei hadn't heard any sounds that would suggest such. What could he possibly be doing? Curiosity had the male in a vice grip. So much so, that Ryohei took a step forward, but quickly rationalized against it. Stopping in place and chuckling to himself. That would have been a foolish mistake. A tactic he himself had executed quite the few times in his past endeavors. Granted, it had never been in a place such as a hospital storage hall. Which, now that he thought about it, more likely than not carried various items that would allow the other the chance to fight back. "Gihee~"
Ryohei let loose a small chortle. The thought of having an actual battle to the death. Daunting? Not even. It was thrilling! There was even a bead of saliva that trickled out from the male's mouth and began it's steady decline down his chin. There hadn't been a single soul that Ryohei crossed that dared fight back to the extent of this man. And after replaying the scene of events that took place outside, his opponent this go around was quite fit for battle. Even if he was nothing more than an average human being. One who could but up a fight such as this... deserved to be ended in the most immaculate way possible! "What do they call that again..?" Index finger poked at his cheek in thought. "Oh right, necroph—" oh? It sounded as if the man of the hour had finally arrived. And promising a climax no less? "Such a gentlema—ngh!"
Snarky quip cut short by the collision of the other's body into his own. Falling onto the floor and proceeding to skid, Ryohei let go of the precious plant in lieu of keeping his blade. His saving grace being the grips made for a tight grip. But no matter, his wrists were currently under hostage. Which, while to most, would insinuate their demise or failure. Toyed with the Ryohei's depraved idea of erotic. Eyes looked upward towards the larger male that held him captive, and all he could do was grin. Wide. From ear to ear, exposing his pearly whites. "Sociopath~?" A fit of laughter befell him. "You're all so judgmental. It does me well that I have thick skin, huh?" Head tilted slightly, a crook in his right brow. "Is it so wrong to pursue what makes you happy?"
Hm, this man seemed to be quite capable. Could he have... no way. But how? The pheromone didn't work? "Hehe, you're special," in more ways than one it seemed. A lover of plant life as well as being the only being to withstand the powers of Ryohei's potent pheromones. "You're getting me excited~" The male wiggled underneath the body of the other. "But," he interjected, "I wish I could indulge in this a little longer. Unless..." His voice ceased. Lips whispering the words, eros entrapment redolence. No sooner had he finished the phrase, a translucent pink pheromone would exhume form his body.
Overpowering the previous aroma, this pheromone smelled of sparkling fruits and a feminine floralcy, passionately spun with musks, woods, and an addictive hint of marshmallow. Eros entrapment, like the name may have already implied, upon reaching the nose of the male, would attempt to induce love, passion, and desire for Ryohei. Allowing him to possibly capitalize on the false feelings. "You want to indulge? I have no qualms with it." His eyes lowered to a hungry gaze, the fidgeting and fighting stopping from his body as he watched and waited for the results.
He had deduced that due to the distance, the potency of the first pheromone weakened. But, if his hypothesis was accurate, then with the man being directly on the epicenter of the smell, it should certainly work this time, right? And if it didn't, well, Ryohei was clever. He had to be to have executed as many killings as he had so far. Surely he would find a way out of this. He was a flower in bloom. The prime of his life. There was no way in hell he'd allow himself to lose here.
All he wanted was to sink the sharpened steel of his blade into this man's body. He wanted to relish the sight. The smell. The sound. A strong stoic individual such as this guy, falling victim to Ryohei's blade? It was all to wonderful. It had to happen, it just had to! But it would all depend on Ryohei's clever. Trying to jab the blade into him now? Fruitless.
Wait it out. Soon it would be time to strike. And if not? Devise a new plan of action. Failure meant death here. He had never failed in a killing and he wouldn't start now. [attr="class","dfnotes"] ori-kun pls, not in front of tree-san~ ❤️ [attr="class","sumcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Noto Sans|Ubuntu] [newclass=.dfbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.dftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff0033;[/newclass] [newclass=.dficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#ff6666;[/newclass] [newclass=.dfboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff0033 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.dfbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.dfbox b]color:#ff6666;font:bold 11px arial;[/newclass] [newclass=.dfbox a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#6ab2eb!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.dfnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.dfnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important[/newclass] [newclass=.dfbase:hover .dfnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.sumcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#000000;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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