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Chrollo Lucilfer A good warmup is called for, and so Chrollo Lucilfer has rang up a new ally in the Concord for this little taste of banditry. It's an Earth like so many, modern twentieth century sort of Earth with nothing overtly supernatural or out of the ordinary on first glance. It's taken a bit of searching the web, shaking down a few lower ranked mafioso, and other general skullduggery, but here we are.

The warehouse itself is butted up right next to a lake, offering quite the range of deliveries when the local gangsters want to. The place has it's own private pier with a duo of boats tied to it, leading past a chain link fence that surrounds the entire warehouse. There's also a road entrance, with a proper guardhouse and wooden lowering 'stop' sign. Despite being owned by a bunch of criminals, there's quite a few cameras sitting near both entrances, and lights are on within the warehouse itself. A single 'security guard' works the guardhouse, and two men constantly patrol the docks with hefty looking automatic rifles.

Parked a bit up the street, Chrollo Lucilfer is sitting in a van running dark, wearing the uniform of a commercial moving van company and hat. He's slicked back his hair, and generally looks fairly normal, if way too pale.

He clicks on the radio to Haseo.

"There's no evidence of any kind of alarm. Just men and the cameras, from my stakeout and the information on the 'net. They're mafia, too, so we won't have to deal with any cops. We get in, find the artwork and security tapes, then leave." Offers Chrollo calmly and easily, gaze never turning away from the entrance.

"Are you ready, Mister Haseo? Any questions?"
Haseo      "Just a couple of grunts and cameras huh? Why the hell did I even sign up for this again? Well, whatever. I'll just think of this as a test and you'll have to owe me later."

     Haseo, perhaps unsurprisingly, is just as rough around the edges on this radio as he was on the official Concord one. He runs a hand through his hair in annoyance. Perhaps he should have gone over what exactly it was he was signing up for, but it's too late for that now.

     Stepping outside of the van they arrived in, Haseo places a hand out in front of him, a strange transparent orange menu opening up.

     "Ok. I'm going to ruin these cameras. Then I'm going to take care of these guards. I hope you don't have a problem with that, because I've already started!"

     Haseo explains exactly what he's going to do to Chrollo. Unfortunately he gives Chrollo zero say on if this is an appropriate course of action, as he's already hammering away on some commands on the menu in front of them.

     It takes a bit, but eventually the cameras outside would begin to bug out. They don't turn off exactly, rather whoever's watching on the other end gets a bunch of large colorful pixels and a bunch of static on their screen.
Evangeline McDowell     Two streets away, a black sedan pulls quietly to park against the street. The driver, his expensively tailored black suit worn sloppily, shuts off the engine, leans back his hulking form, and reaches into his pocket. He retrieves a small flat tablet - just slightly futuristic for this specific part of the 20th century - and starts watching cat videos.

    One of the two patrols taps his earpiece and says, "Yeah, she's on the way. Side door."
    He resumes his slow, deliberate patrol, occasionally scanning the streets but mostly being incredibly bored.

    Chrollo had seen the car pull up. Had seen the door open and two feet alight, via the gap at the bottom. But whoever had exited was just too short, and had disappeared into the side door of the warehouse without ever showing him or herself past the car in the way.

    Evangeline clutches the paper bag of cash as the heavy, spring-loaded door crashes shut behind her. "Go pick out the piece, he said," she mutters. "Leave the money with the guards on the way out, he said."

    "How the FUCK-" Evangeline stomps her foot, the noise echoing in the well-lit warehouse piled high with crates and boxes and containers, "- am I supposed to find one painting in all this crap!?"
Chrollo Lucilfer Chrollo smiles to himself, waiting as the young man steps out. As those cameras begin to pixelate, there's this gasp from the guardhouse. The single guard within is already hammering on buttons to try to get the thing to /work/!

This is why he doesn't notice the truck pulling up to the front. "It's not about difficulty. A simple job lets us both show off our skills. Think of it as a team building walk in the park. But please, impress me. I'll go in through the top."

The guard looks up, leans out of the guardhouse with a flustered frown.

"Hey, no pickups tonight! The security's on the fri..."

WHACK. With a flick of the wrist, a pen goes flying from Chrollo's hand. Straight between the eyes, and the guard slumps back into the guardhouse.

The man's hand stops glowing, nen dissipating. Up goes the gate, and Chrollo backs in the van towards one of the darker loading bays. As he stops? He gets out, keeping to the darkness.

"We're not alone." He's sure Haseo has noticed the other van too!

In a light aura of purple about his feet, Chrollo gently closes the van door as he cuts it off. Leap! Running up the wall and atop the place, he eyes the skylight-like portion of the ceiling, peering down.

"How are you going to get inside?" He asks curiously. It seems he has no issues with Haseo taking initiative and doing his own thing!

Inside, out of an office room in the warehouse, a man in a white suit with a pair of large silver pistols at his belt walks out towards Evangeline. "Heh, they sending kids to pick up the good pieces now? Don't dawdle little girl! Kid like you shouldn't be here." He's /definitely/ mocking the vampiress rather shamelessly. There's three other mafioso in the room, lazing around couches and chairs with boredom on their faces.
Evangeline McDowell     There is a faint twitch of Evangeline's left eye, like she's contemplating giving someone a really bad wedgie, and then it's gone again. She holds up the bag towards the overly-dressed man and assumes the bored expression of a frequent traveller heading through the security lines.
    "Am so. Just a wee lassie aff no yonks. Frank called or I wouldnae be here." She holds the bag just a little too low, likely to force the big one to have to bend down a bit to reach it, "Da said be good ta start working. If sir'll be kind and get oot the piece, Aw can be oan my bike."
Haseo      "Ha. Hahahaha! Team building! I don't need a team to get things done, but fine. I'll play along."

     Haseo seems annoyed? Amused? It's kind of hard to get a handle on what emotion he's trying to convey, but it's easy to deduce that it isn't a very pleasant one. He also doesn't even bother to answer, instead closing his menu as he places a hand over one of his eyes.

     "Come on..."
     "Come on..."
     "I'm... Right here..."

     "SKEEEEEITH!"

     Various glowing red runes appear floating above Haseo's skin before he suddenly transforms in a flash of light. The place where a boy once stood is now replaced with a large being that can only be described as other worldly. It's mostly humanoid in shape, with its most defining features being its large horns, three glowing eyes, and the fact that its razor-pointed feet never seem to touch the ground.

     Wasting absolutely zero time, the monstrous glides towards the gate with alarming speed, appearing to skip about like a glitch as it does so.

     "Get out of my way!"

     A voice that's clearly Haseo's calls out as Skeith raises its arms into the air, a beam scythe just sort of digitizing into its grasp as it does so. With a single, powerful sweep of the newly summoned weapon, it cuts into the gate, creating itself an entrance for it to continue forward.

     "Worry about you, I've got myself handled!"
Chrollo Lucilfer "Baaaah hah hah! Sassy at least. Alright kiddo, I'll get you your pickup. If Frankie's the one calling, I guess I can put up with a brat stinking up the place. Lessee here..." Two Gun Guy is already over to some of the stacked boxes, finding a crowbar and /yanking/ open the top. Hands go in, and he's holding two statues roughly a foot in height each. They're of bronze, each depicting a wolf and bear respectively, and absolutely /reek/ of some sort of supernatural force. In all likelyhood, the Elites here might be able to sense or even see the aura surrounding them.

"Don't get what these things are so valuable for, but not my place to judge." Two Guns McSuit is just about to drop them into Eva's bag. Mission accomplished!?

Chrollo, meanwhile, watches just out of sight in that skylight above. His gaze turns from building to the rather /loud/ summoning of Skeith. He watches, enraptured by the transformation that Haseo has gone though. The speed and pure violence with which Haseo carves open the loading bay door is enough to almost bring a tear to the man's eye.

"...What a fascinating young man." Mutters the Spider, pleased as punch.

There's a collective set of surprised yells and curses as Haseo makes his entrance. The three rifle toting goons goggle for a second, before two of them start shooting. They're pretty poor shots, but the bullets are at least decent and spray a large amount of led. Two Guns is a little more pragmatic, dropping the two statues to Eva and charging behind that opened crate for cover!

"Don't hit the artwork you idiots! Just kill...that thing! Hey kid, get down!" Then, he too is firing at Haseo. He is a /much/ better shot, aiming for center mass. These bullets burn when they hit, at that! Some kind of incendiary bullet!

Eva might want to watch out for any stray bullets, but there's something else in the large warehouse too. A shadow falls from on high, and quickly drags one of the firing goons into the office area. A quiet krak, and a gun falls silent.
Evangeline McDowell     With complete nonchalance, Eva plops the money bag into Two Gun Guy's hand. "Cheers, man."

    She hefts the bag on over one shoulder, leaning forward and briefly getting her hair caught in the straps while she tries to counterbalance the ten or so pounds of stupid metal stuff in the stupid bag that isn't even padded. Evangeline mutters something under her breath about whatever mage that might have claimed they were magical and needed to be retrieved - it's not like she can tell - should have come along and lugged the stupid statues himself.
    And then Eva got shot. She got shot by a stray bullet. She got shot very deliberately. And she does exactly what anyone who just got shot does - fall over flat on the ground and... actually she's fallen over on top of the sack of statues. So instead of bleeding on the ground she lays there bleeding into the stupid canvas and cursing that the stupid statues poked her in the everything and were way too hard and cold and jagged and stupid.
Haseo      Avatar Skeith is shot several times. Bullets clearly penetrate the being's matte black texture, revealing a hint of wire frame underneath. It doesn't stick. The grim reaper-like being lets out an inhuman groan and shudders briefly before all the damage that had been done to it seems to revert. This isn't a video game, but clearly if it were, whatever Skeith is is using something akin to a health hack.

     "Weak."

     In an instant, Skeith is now behind the guards, its scythe raised high as it prepares to sweep.

     There's a tiny nudging feeling in the back of Haseo's mind. That he shouldn't be using this power so recklessly. That he's going to hurt himself or others if he abuses it.

     He doesn't care. He merely smirks inside of Skeith before bringing the scythe down on the guards with inhuman might and speed. Perhaps rather mercifully, the blade doesn't bisect them, instead merely sending them flying as they're knocked away like toys.

     "COME ON, COME AND GET ME!"

     Haseo calls out to the rest of the courtyard. He might be a pretty edgy kid, but he's played enough MMOs to know that the tank should try to aggro the adds. Granted this isn't an MMO, nor is he a tank... But the logic is applicable here still.
Chrollo Lucilfer There's two things here that are distinctly uncomfortable, and that's the large bullet wound (it was at least through-and-through!) as well as how the pair of statues seem to poke right where it hurts the /worst/. Given how fierce the fighting is though? The vampiress is doing the smart thing. So far she's not being winged again though a few shots actually rustle her hair, so close does she get to eating another.

The guards that Skeith slashes into end up either smashing into crates, or otherwise smacking off of walls. They slump. Alive, for the moment at least. Haseo can't count murder on the list of his less positive traits just yet.

"Grrr! The hell is this thing!? You're getting kids killed, you monster!" Yells out Two Hands, looking over to the shot Evangeline. He starts to crawl from his cover towards the girl, reaching to try to drag her back with him! He's dropped the money, too. A mafia goon with a heart.

And a grenade, which is tossed right towards Haseo. The deafening explosion and shrapnel hits darn near everywhere.

Luckily Chrollo is back up on the rafters, descending once again with a pair of pens to stab the last two on-site goons in the skulls with two more office pens.

Haseo's being a good tank. Down to Two-Hands, and a shot kid.

"It's her own fault. Not taking precautions will leave you dead." Quips Chrollo, even as he blends back into shadows. A shot from Two Guns plinks off his chest, his nen around his body taking the brunt of the burning bullet. He'll have a singed uniform though!
Evangeline McDowell     Evangeline almost -ALMOST- leaped up and slapped Two Guns in his stupid ugly mug for daring to touch her the damn pervert who does he think he is if it wasn't because he's trying to help her she wouldn't be making a run-on sentence like this. She remains curled around the statues because, well, that's all that mattered. That, and carefully repressing her own regeneration so that she -stays- shot.
    The bullet hole hurt. But she's used to it.
    Getting dragged across concrete, with statues for pillows, hurt. But she's used to it.
    When Evangeline is """safely""" behind cover with Two Guns, she has no illusions about being able to stay hidden. There's a great big bloody streak on the floor leading up to her, and in any case the jackasses are already coming this way. STILL not letting go of the statues, though. It's her big, chunky, heavy, pointy teddy bear.
Haseo      "Not my problem, bud."

     Haseo just shrugs off Two Hand's comment. Well, not exactly. He might be cold hearted, but outright murder on his hands isn't something he wants. At least murder he didn't sign up to do, anyway.

     The grenade drops, and more of Skeith's texture is removed, exposing more red and black wire frame than before for the briefest moment before reverting exactly to as it was before. Honestly, the brief moment of deafness is more disorienting than the damage it took.

     Haseo, nor Skeith, need to really hear to get their job done however. Phasing in and out of existence once more, Haseo appears behind Two Hand, the scythe it was previously holding now gone as its now completely empty handed.

     Empty hands make it a lot easier to just simply pick the thug member up, the massive entity's clawed fingers wrapping around their body as it tries to pull it away from the 'dead' Evangeline.

     While not crushing the man into a pulp, Skeith is clearly trying to squeeze the wind out of them in an attempt to knock them unconscious. Sure it would be a lot easier to just end the man now, but sometimes, it's about sending a message. The message that the potential to die is just as terrifying as dying itself. Or something like that. Really, Haseo just doesn't want blood on his hands at the moment.
Chrollo Lucilfer To Two Hands' credit? When Haseo appears behind him, he very nearly manages to turn around and shoot him. This is no average mafioso, but perhaps that's no surprise given the flashy pistols and suit. He gives a rather choked 'huuurgh' as he's squeezed. Struggling valiantly, he slowly turns blue.

And finally, goes limp. When the last body drops, Chrollo nonchalantly walks out of the part of the warehouse he'd started to drag bodies to, stopping to haul up an entire crate over one shoulder. He's stronger than he looks. Must be the weird purple aura that surrounds him.

"That's a very strong ability you have. I'm curious. Why did you leave them alive? Wouldn't it be better to kill them all and leave no witnesses?" There's no judgement in Chrollo's voice as he shoves the large crate into the back of the van. One crate, follows a second, and a third. The man knows how to loot.

And then he pauses, noticing the dragged, seemingly scrunched up form of the 'dead' little girl and what she almost seems to be laid over. "Odd." Ponders the Spider, walking over, and starting to reach down for her shoulder.
Haseo      Skeith and by extension, Haseo, throw back its shoulders, the latter clearly proud of its work. As Chrollo asks him a Very Important Question however, the massive horned monster turns its head down to look at them, before disappearing in a bunch of red particles. In its wake it leaves Haseo, who glows for the briefest bit before returning to how he normally looks.

     "Why didn't I kill them? Why would I kill them? That'd imply they're a threat to begin with! Besides, holding back against joke threats like these takes a lot more skill than just splatting them against a wall or cutting them in half."
Evangeline McDowell     Being already (un)dead means that Evangeline is -really good- at pretending to be actually dead. So what Chrollo gets underhand is a still-warm scrunched up body that's neither breathing nor giving a pulse. Really convincing, actually. Except for the bit where it's still twitching under the touch, just the once.
    On the other hand, many dead things can keep twitching for minutes afterwards, so maybe this isn't just Evangeline barely keeping herself quiet and still over the frustrations of all these damn people touching her in places and her not getting to slap them for the impertinence. God damn. What's wrong with a simple hit-and-run? Get out already so she can regenerate the hole and leave! Youngsters these days, no respect. No respect at all. Well, as long as this isn't some pervert who's going to check if she's ticklish, she'll wait it out.
Chrollo Lucilfer Chrollo pauses. Twitch. A little movement, but no pulse, no breathing. It doesn't seem like a trick, and as he dismisses his nen? Well, he can't see any signs of manipulation or nen at all.

Surely a corpse is just a corpse. The man fiddles with one of his pens briefly, before finally putting it away. Luckily for Eva and her current lack of 'stabbed with pen' rating, he's not the type to waste time on a job done.

Well, mostly. Back to /boxes/! And a few statues, large paintings, and one whole entire mini trojan horse that gets strapped on top of the van. He likes that one okay?

SLAM! He pauses, looks back to the carnage, and then back to Haseo. "So, you hold back to test your own skills. You consider them beneath you, so you don't kill them. The way you fight reminds me of a friend that died not long ago. But your attitude is completely different. I see now I'll have to find you something that challenges your skills. Then, perhaps I will get to see the darkness within you." He, too, can lean towards the power of edge. Have you seen his coat!?

Evangeline, meanwhile, seems to be free and clear! With her statues no less! Everything else has been cleaned out. Oddly enough, Chrollo didn't take the money.

Flick. A lighter goes, and then something green and white is tossed into the warehouse. Glass shatters.

"But since my friends aren't here, I'd still like to keep evidence to a minimum." Are Chrollo's last words before he drives off, as the warehouse starts to catch on fire from that molotov he'd chucked right beside the fallen girl.
Evangeline McDowell     No respect.

    Kids these days. No respect at all. Not even for the dead.

    Evangeline opens the door of her car and shushes her driver with a glare in the rearview mirror. She brings the smell of smoke and burnt everything with her into the car. She had regenerated the bullet hole perfectly. In addition, she regenerated most of her skin, the arm that she had to twist off when a flaming wall fell on it, all of her hair, one of her eyebrows, and her self-control. Of course, clothes never regenerate, so her driver had to take her back to the safehouse without ever checking his mirror ever again.

    Most importantly, Evangeline is still hold ing the stupid statues. Stupid. Mission. Accomplished.