Strange Surroundings

The Russian ran walked along taking in his surroundings. Unlike most other races out there, Sacha didn't seem to have much Reitasu, if any at all. The Bounto are indeed a very sneaky race, able to perform their duties under the radar. Its been a while now since the Russian has come across another Bounto. Just where are his comrades? And if so who are they? He had quite a few back in the days, centuries before his current status in the world. None of this seem to matter much now, Sacha was now a man able to act on his own. The Russian felt as if he'd been walking for a while, now coming up closer to what appeared to be an institution. An institution of learning to be exact. Just by the activity and the presentation, Sacha deemed it to be a school of sorts. It was now time to go and take a look, his curiosity never fails to amaze him.

[Exit]

Jasper sighed as her black motorcycle roared to life. It was a sleek, glossy jet black. She had repaired it to a near perfect condition, much to her own happiness. She was taking it out for a little joy ride. She decided to celebrate the fast approaching interview opportunity. Why not celebrate with something as thrilling and enjoyable as a late night ride through town? Jasper quickly slipped on her black helmet, which had a silvery wolf on the sides of it. She was wearing long, tight fitting black pants, a white shirt, and a soft plush green jacket. Her foot swiped at the kickstand, effectively kicking it upwards. She twisted the handle of the motorcycle and it jumped forward. The motorcycle reminded Jasper of a prowling mechanical panther in a concrete jungle. Her hair was down, the green ponytail sat idle on her wrist.

The hair the wasn't sheltered by the black helmet raged wildly in the wind as she darted past homes and stores. She finally came up to her turn. The light was green, there wasn't a person in sight. She decided not to yield at the stop sign and just to keep turning. As she turned, something negative nagged at her in the back of her mind. Doesn't she usually turn right? She flashed a quick glance behind her and shrugged it off. Even if she did go the wrong way, it didn't matter. Karakura wasn't huge and confusing, it was simple to get through. She frowned slightly as she rode on, noticing the streets got more and more ghetto looking and desolate. Shady people would eye Jasper as she rode by from dark alleyways and bright fluorescent lit corners. She shuddered and looked around. She had no idea where she was. It was obvious that she was on the far outskirt of Karakura, by the lonely train tracks. It creeped her out a bit. Not in all her years had she ever been somewhere as broken down and disgusting as where she was now. She felt a sudden, longing pang for her home. Her pretty little magenta colored Victorian house, with a upstairs, downstairs, and a cozy attic. She sniffled a bit, realizing she was far from it. It was cold here, for some odd reason. Broken bricks lined the cracked sidewalks. Street pavement was rough and crowded with weeds sprouting upwards through tiny cracks. Some windows were smashed, leaving shattered glass panes on the ground below.

She peered around to see the same shady eyes staring right back at her from the narrow alleyways. But yet, Jasper was extremely confidant. If she was a normal Human girl in this part of town, the minute she stepped of her bike she would be as good as dead. But Jasper had something they didn't. She had power. Albeit she wasn't as powerful as others of her species, but she was still pretty powerful. She inhaled a sharp intake of oxygen, and her hunger set in as she locked eyes with them. The motorcycle gurgled before abruptly cutting off. One white fluorescent streetlamp shone down on jasper and her motorcycle. A small smirk appeared on her lips as she calmly walked over to one of the alleyways. Two men sat there and snickered as Jasper walked towards. ”Hey there cutie! Why don'tcha come over here!” One shouted to her. He had spiked brown hair, and was quite brawny. She continued to smirk, not saying a word as she walked towards the muscled one. The other man stayed quiet, fiddling around with a stack of money. He looked up at her, and Jasper flashed one look of pure evil at him. He shuddered, looked down and just continued to count money. The brawny one laughed as Jasper stood in front of him. He automatically reached for her curvy hips, but was caught by surprise when Jasper swiftly raised her palms to his neck and jerked it rapidly to the side.

The light of life left his eyes, leaving Jasper with a satisfied smirk. She raised her lips to his neck and inserted her teeth into his still warm flesh. She effectively devoured his soul, leaving her happy has that pleasuring taste of his soul swirled in her mind. It did have a slightly dull tone to it. Her nose wrinkled at that. She heard the other man shriek as he spotted Jasper with bloody lips, and a dead man. She frowned and kicked at his neck. He was still screaming when she dug her teeth into his neck. After finishing both of them, she daintily swiped the scattered money from the ground and shoved it in her pocket next to the motorcycle keys. She skipped out of the dark alleyway, wiping the blood from her face. Before taking her leave, she peered over past her motorcycle to see two men talking. She frowned. One was very pale skinned and wore a elegant mask. She slowly approached the two men, walking past her motorcycle. She hadn't spotted any other threatening figures around, as that was the only alleyways she spotted. From the right corner of her mouth to the bottom of her chin was a small stream of blood she had forgotten to wipe. She eyed the two men suspiciously. ”Hmm.....for such elegant lookin' creatures it's a mystery why your in such a miserable place.” Jasper said, her voice full of whimsy and amusement, combined with a thick Irish accent.

Sacha by now had his free hand resting on the mask that he was supposedly wearing. With a quickly flip of his wrist, the Mask fell down and was resting just below his chin. Sacha's hand then returned back to his pockets. Another puff of his cigar and the area around his head became cloudy again. The Russian was actually enjoying this little meeting. It somehow brought back memories for the Bounto. Its been centuries since Sacha truly got into anything worthwhile. A shame really, back in the days there were so much excitement. Enough to even quench the thirst of the spiritual vampire. At least momentarily that is. The train went speeding by on the tracks, like clockwork. Sacha suddenly got the feeling that he was standing on the wrong side of the tracks. A truly troublesome thing, but never fear, change was just always a second away. What else could he possibly do to liven things up a little? Feeding on Humans in an improper manner, could have unfavorable consequences. A smirk was on the handsome face of the Bounto. Viktor's response to the questions asked intrigued him. Did Sacha really owe any debts to the man?

"I'm happy comrade, happy that I'm not one of the not so lucky ones. Speaking of which, I came across an unfortunate soul earlier. One that is now apart of my being". Sacha was no doubt hinting at the unfortunate soul that he absorbed earlier. Heck he just came back from the scene of the crime. The Russian sighed a little, thinking of the old times. Sacha was originally designed for mischief, a problem solver through the use of violence. The violence that he is now apart of seems way to petty. Things had become a little too quiet for him. It all needed to change somehow. Hopefully Viktor will have something interesting to do. It was a complicated situation, depressing too. "If I were truly immortal as you say. Then there would be no reason to try and escape death. Many a times has her deadly grasp tried getting a hold of me. I refuse to embrace her, or let her embrace me. I am hoping for satisfaction first before that".

This "her" that Sacha referred to was death of course. Viktor seem to like the flashy things. Sacha on the other hand wasn't so concerned by it. The Russian took another puff of the cigar, tapping on the center of it. Ashes fell from the prestigious Cuban import. The smoke was held in for a few moments. The various sounds in the area caught his attention. Viktor was the first person to turn and took notice of it. Sacha instead chose to release the smoke from his mouth and nose. The footsteps of someone approaching brought a smile to his face. A quick sniff and the Bounto add some idea of what was behind him. If that didn't help, the voice of an angel confirmed it. And what do you know, Viktor was already on the case. The Russian remained with his back turned for a few moments. Another train went by, blaring its horns, possibly to signal its arrival. Down in another alleyway a cat knocked over a rubbish been. The sound of bottles being broken suggested a drunkard is in the alleys.

The Russian was now facing the woman, she seem to have a very peculiar accent too. Were they all immigrants of sorts in Karakura town? Sacha boasted a Russian accent, Viktor sounded similar with his Romanian accent. And now in their presence, a woman stood sounding like a foreigner too. Her accent was no doubt European, how intriguing this could turn out to be. "I was about to ask that very question too. So to further back up what my comrade said. How you doing on this fine evening? Its been a while since I came across such elegance and beauty. I am known as Sacha, its a pleasure to meet you". The Russian extended his freehand in greeting. The cigar that he was smoking was put out, just to accommodate the woman's presence. The piercing blue eyes of the Bounto set upon the woman. Sacha has already taken an interest in her. The Russian's intentions as of now, were unknown. Viktor on the other hand just might have a clue.

Lord Claus Started this day like most others would. In a bed, awoken by an annoying sound, dreading the very real fact that their day may not go as well as it may or may not have yesterday. He was on the 86th floor of the Fakku Engen. He lay on a bed without anything to cover his exposed body and on the floor of his room; were several naked dead bodies, some women, some men and some even children. Lord claus hated being a bad guy but he hated Humans more than his idea of antagonization. He lifted himself off of the bed and looked around, then walked to the bathroom carefully avoiding the bodies he looked upon as he passed and judged by giving them a score from 1-10 depending on how smexified they looked. As he went into the bathroom he looked around and then turned to face the mirror. He was confused and angry, and hated the fact that he counldn't find his clothes which was the only reason he stepped into the bathroom. He got out of hte bathroom and instead of looking further into the matter of his missing clothes; he used the telephone to call roomservice and have them send the manager up. Once the manager came knocking on the door, Lord claus immediately opened it and grabbed the man by the collar and threw him into the room. As the man staggered to get to his feet because he was too scarred to react quickly enough to run into anoter of the corresponding rooms (only because of the several dead bodies in the room) Claus picked up the telephone from the nightstand hear the door and threw it at the Manager; aiming it at his head. Claus threw it with all his might so when it landed on the mans head; he was rendered unconcious. Claus was lucky in several ways; he knew that the manager dressed spiffy and shit to make themselves presentable to the guests which meant they were probably wearing suits but he didn't know if the manager was a man or woman and because he planned on taking the clothes from whoever knocked on the door it would be a shame if he had to dress like a female temporarily. He may not have cared about what humans thought but he did like to look presentable to other people. He undressed the manager quickly and then put on the black pinstripe suit he recently removed from the man. He looked presentable in many ways but one; his hair was all nappy and shit. One of the many things wrong with having such long hair was it required constant care or else it would look like the hair of a beggar. He went into the bathroom to spruse up a bit; brushing his blonde hair and tying it in a pony tail so that his brown eyes were revealed and the wrinkles on his face were more clear. The suit was a bti small for him but it didn't look like it from the outside, or at least that is what he confirmed from looking in the mirror. He was prepared to start his day until he realized why he needed his clothes; the black cross he carried with him was in the right pants pocket. He narrrowed his eyes and grunted at his neglegince. How could he forget the most important piece of proof that he is no longer a human being? he thought carefully about where he may have placed it and then decided that it would find him somehow anyways like it always does.

After leaving the hotel he decided it would be nice to take the Karakura Express station train to Fukkina springs where he decided to start looking for bounto. He had no money to pay for the fare so security wouldn't allow him on the train. HE would have muscled his way anyways but he decided it would be best not to start trouble publicly. So instead he decided to. . . Comondeer a Freight train which was used by yakuza to smuggle Billions of bollars; Lord claus didn't know this but it wouldn't have stoppecd him from taking the train anyway. After driving it for about several miles he put it on auto pilot (?) and then walked to the rest of the cars attached to the train to get some rest. he discovered a Large cube of money packed together and held with saran wrap. Claus wasn't interested in money at the moment but this may come in handy, Fukkina springs wasn't cheap. After an hour of counting the money; he came to a stop and decided that it was more than 16 million dollars, he decided it would be best if he hid this money somewhere else so that no one could come and take this train as easily as he did and take his hard earned money just to get it taken from them and so forth. He went back to the driving car and looked trough the window to try and find a place secluded. As he did he started feeling a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach; could this be the result of his hangover? But the answer was clear after he threw up chunks of human flesh, corn and his black cross which was his doll. The doll remained silent, usually he is speaking his ass off until Claus would release him and rough him up a bit but now. . . The doll just lay there in its medium silent. Lord Claus looked back up, shaking off his current action not putting much thought into it, then noticed a big warehouse in sight. It was close to town but otherwise; it seemed secluded. After pulling the emergency break to bring the train to a screeching halt Claus picked his doll up, released it from its medium and waited for it to take full form. The doll looked similar to a man, more slender than claus and definitely 3 inches shorter and his skin color (if you want to call it skin) was completely black. He wore a white mask on his face which covered absolutely nothing, literally, he had no facial features. He had a suit and it looked similar to Clauss' but His had a tie. Claus stare blankly at the Doll and then after grunting with disapproval of the Dolls silence he nodded towards the warehouse which seemed 72 yards away. "Chop chop, I need you to go and scope the area out; go see if there is anyone in that warehouse who needs to be eradicated kid." Claus said as he walked towards the back to unload the money.

After being brought into his state, the Doll felt alive and happy that his master allowed him free reign. No matter how long the freedom lasted he was glad to see the world through his inhuman eyes again. He looked around and then jumped through the Train window slowly heading towards the warehouse. He wasn't in the mood to take orders from Claus but he saw from the expression on Clauss' face that he had absolutely no say in what he had to do. When he reached the warehouse; he looked through a window on the ground level and chuckled as the sight of Three humans in the same room. In his eyes they only seemed like flickering flames with different colors. Each of them looked green which was the same Color Claus is in the doll's eyes. Did this mean Claus is no longer the only person with the privilage of having a sexy beast by his side to kill off his enemies? The Doll shook his head and then jumped through the window, instead of landing gracefully on his feet he stomped on the concrete ground beneath him and from that echoed a loud clap like sound through out the warehouse. Each of the beings stood several feet away from heach other but he stood 20 feet away from all three of them. "OH SHUGA HONEY ICE TEA" He shouted as he noticed that he just made a lound noice when his feet landed on the ground. He then felt disappointed in himself for failing at the simple task of 'taking a few niggas by suprise and killing them' so now he had to go on betraying them after befriending them. He walked forward slowly but nervously and extended a hand towards one of the flickers. HE couldn't tell who it was until he got close enough and noticed the blue eyes of the Bount, that seperated him from the other flickering green flames. "My name is. . . Alfred bottom bitch. What's your's?"

OCC: I've waited long enough for Viktor and Jasper, so I will be moving on. By the way Claus, we are not inside the warehouse, we are actually in some kind of alleyway. Just outside of the warehouse compound, so yeah, still close by.

IC:

The Russian stood there staring at the woman, patiently awaiting a response, while hoping she'd say exactly what he wanted to hear. The Russian flashed a smirk at the women before it turned into a cold gaze. His gaze wasn't aimed at the woman, no, the Russian was more interested in a different Reiatsu signature. The blue eyes of the Russian soon set upon a rather interesting creature. There was no way in hell such a creature was human. At that moment a strong enough wind blew through the area. One strong enough to carry that which is apart of the Russian towards the creature. The deed was done and the Russian Took defensive measures as expected, dark grains like raisins crept out from the Russian's pants legs. Spreading out in a subtle manner, something that could hardly be seen as threatening, if noticed at all. This same raisin like substance gathered in the Russian's hand that was in his pocket. There was an accumulation of 15 times two of these individual grains in the Russian's hand. It soon came out as the creature edged closer to the group. The wind blew sending the the raisin like substance in the direction of the thing. Though they didn't need to move far, since this dark creature had come close enough.

So close that the black raisin like substance was about 2 inches away from the thing. The Russian was taken by surprise both by the words of the creature and its gesture. A hand shake? No, this thing was simply too shady and downright out of place for the Russian to shake hands. Besides, it looked like something that came from the sewers, not to mention it stinks of poop. "If you are the bottom bitch, I think I'd rather speak to the top bitch. Now where is said person?". The Russian said to the think that was quite capable of speech by the looks of it. Sacha watched the thing carefully, choosing not to shake its hand. Sacha's gaze flashed momentarily in the direction of Viktor and the other woman that was standing there. Just what was their take on the situation? Was the Russian being a little bit too rude or something? The may be so, but that didn't stop him being a little cautious. The Russian soon placed half of the raisin like substance in his mouth. Seemingly chewing the damn things, but that could easily become a deception. Which is was, they were simply moving around in his mouth, a way of putting the others at ease.

The dump of a area, the slums if you will was beginning to get a little rowdy. By now the Cigar that the Russian was smoking had been put out. The sound of people shouting filled the airwaves, an annoyance more than anything. Something that brought a frown to the face of the Russian. Sacha felt like leaving the scene, but he wasn't yet sure if that would be the wisest choice. The Bounto decided to stick around a while longer. There was that and the fact that Sacha wanted to meet the top bitch. If this top bitch turned out to be a waste of time, then the Russian will have to make this bitch pay. The sound of dogs barking, and cats scampering off, scaling fences and so forth, suggested that the neighborhood had become active. Just why did the Russian prefer to hang around the slums? His warehouse turned out to be his sanctuary, since it could easily become a base of operation for him. Operation in this sense could be referring to a great number of things. A multitude of thoughts tap danced around the Russian's head. Sacha however wasn't yet prepared to share these thoughts. Trivial things had no place among the group right now. A mysterious thing appeared before them, but for what reason?

Ooc: This fucks things up O_o, Sorry I misread.


The doll shuddered nervously after hearing the man acknowledge his name. Whether or not he knew it to be truth wasn't apparent to the doll just yet, mainly because he couldn't see his expression nor could he figure out if he was being sarcastic by the tone of his voice, his accent was russian and it was very thick, though all of the green flames that flickered in that alley way flickered symbolized the bodies of the people occupying the area; they all seemed the same size so the doll pressumed, because the man he spoke to had a russian accent; that he was a big burly man. The doll retracted his hand slowly and quickly placed his arm to his side just like his other arm. "Uh. . . Do I know you from somewhere?" The doll asked to try and stall. He was trying to accumulate a plan where he could ice all three of them. He was ill equipped and usually depended on Claus to use him in various ways to kill people, these humans would be easy for Claus if both of them were together but unfortunately Claus thought that his weapon could handle this by himself. He over estimated the dolls' abilities and sent him alone to kill anything that occupied the warehouse. The doll quickly loathed his curiosity, instead of reporting back to claus about the empty warehouse he went looking for trouble, or to be more accurate; he went to see what the green flickering flames in his sight was. This was surely a predicament that wouldn't end nicely for the doll if he has to go it alone.

Lord Claus sat on a five foot big (in volume) Cube shapped hundred dollar bills stacked together and kept together by seram wrap. Lord claus had time to estimate it's worth and found out that all 13 of these cubes, the same size as the one he sat on, were worth, altogether; 13 billion. This was certainly something that would keep Claus from going hungry for a while but he really didn't care much about money, only trying to reach Hueco mundo to rip the wings off of the birds that flew above him and dare look down to him. He felt like he waited several hours but when he looked at the rolex on his left hand he noticed that it had been only 44 minutes since his doll went to see if anyone was in the warehouse. Claus would have noticed if the doll got in a scuffle; or would he? Claus started thinking; what if his doll was killed the moment he got in all quiet like as if Sam fisher himself was hidden among that warehouse. Claus hopped off the Money pile and landed gracefully on his feet then started walking towards the warehouse itself to see just what the happy haps was.

The doll was shocked at how quickly the Bount became hostile. He couldn't blame him entirely, He was probably like claus which was why they both appeared before the doll as green flickering flames. The doll made a loud gulping sound as the Raisin flew upwards and then back down to hit the man on his shoulder; Oddly enough that raisin in particular started appearing in the dolls sight as a white dot. This wasn't good at all, the man sounded as if he was getting impatient and he didn't care to answer the Dolls question. The doll scratched the back of his head again and then started backing up slowly increasing the distance between the Doll and this man by 2 inches making it a total of 6 inches. He really needed Claus here or he would surely perish at the hands of this madman! Luckily for him Claus was walking down the alley way behind his doll; but his size, being far more husky than his doll, gave away his position. He looked at the man who used his hand to mimic a gun. Claus chuckled to loud enough for the man and the other two people Claus noticed standing behind the man to hear and he reached out his hand to shove his doll who was now merely 4 inches away from Claus who was forced to move quickly to bump into the man with the pale skin who seemed like a clown without the extra make-up. Being that the doll was already 6 inches away from the Russian accented man and because he was pushed by claus with incredible strength, it would have taken him no longer than a second to collide with the man with the russian accent. Claus wasn't trying to start a fight, he wanted to make sure the Doll was able to perform his 'trick' if worse came to worse and he trusted that because the air in that alley seemed so hostile that he wasn't able to do anything more than annoy the people opposite of Claus; 2 inches further down the alley which wasn't rare for the Doll who happened to say the wrong things at the wrong time. Claus was impatient and wanted to kill these people quickly.

((Lolz, maybe you should retrace your steps and properly calculate the distance between us?))

The Russian had walked back a few paces from the creature that tried shaking his hand earlier. The creature too began to walk back a little from the Russian. It was odd how this creature ignored what was spat at his feet. Based on the steps that the Russian took backwards, they were now separated by a few feet. A good meter and a half was the actual distance, this fact came about based on the Russian's previous actions. The trap was set up long ago and now it was go time for the Russian. Will his antics work out the way he was hoping it to? Sacha had surrounded the dark creature with the raisin like substance that was actually gun powder.

Sacha then noticed that someone else decided to show it. Could this person be the companion of this creature? The top bitch that commands the bottom bitch that was standing before him? The man had entered the circle of the gunpowder that the Russian prepared before hand. It was a set up, one carefully put together by the Russian for the sake of being cautious. The Raisins that were spat landed on the foot of the dark creature. Through the use of careful manipulation they stuck to the creature like glue. In essence it was the Russian that was causing all of this to happen. The creature was shoved towards the Russian who was now at least a meter and a half in reality from the thing. As the creature lunged forth, the Russian spun on the balls of his feet, thus avoiding a collision. Not to mention he was just out of arms reach, this creature could easily have an hidden weapon. A short sword, a razor, a knife, anything that could cause damage. The Russian wasn't taking any chances, and as soon as he came to a stop, Sacha hopped backwards. Meanwhile the raisin's moved in swiftly, trapping the husky man in middle as a controlled yet nasty explosion went off.

The Russian was standing safely away from the two strangers. Since at this time the gunpowder stuck to the dark creatures feet exploded too. The explosion again was a controlled one. The explosions wasn't meant to kill, but it was meant to cause injury. A piece of the creatures feet was blown off, which sent the thing flying in the opposite direction of Sacha. As for the husky man that appeared and shove the doll. The explosions from all sides would be sure to cause some damage. Unless he had some way of defending against it. The Russian looked on, standing a mere 12 feet away from the two. The Bounto sighed a little as smoke filled the area around them. Considering that there was an explosion around the two, they just might have inhaled some of the smoke. "I still didn't receive an answer. So again, who are you and what do you want?"

Ooc: Ouch.

Ic:

The calamity that The doll expected from being shoved into the man transformed into a series of events that led to fulmination and led to his feet being blown apart. The source of this explosion wasn't visible to The doll, but Claus saw noticed how the explosian erupted from below his Doll, the impact below the doll forced him into the air, his dark legs were shredded by the explosian. Claus hwoever, noticed the not so subtle small gravel like dots closing in around his location. He had no idea what this was but he knew that failure to avoid these things would put him ni the same position as his Doll, except in hsi case he wouldn't be able to stretch the material he was made out of to make a new pair. Claus jumped backwards, but his size worked against him, he was too slow and as soon as the raisins were aligned with the gunpowder on the floor that encircled Claus; they exploded and blew Claus back towards 2 empty trashcans. While very Traumatic, the only injury Claus obtained was a headache and a sore back. He was still able to move well while ignoring the pain, so he lifted himself up from the ground he lay flat on and dusted off his suit, the distance between him and the other Bount was now 12 feet and his doll lie on the ground flailing hsi arms wildly as if what he just experienced caused him pain and embarassment. Claus grunted and the doll stopped as if his fun was ruined and then stretched out his black blody to create another pair of legs, he changed their appearance as well so that they looked exactly like the legs he had before they were blown up; the lower set of the pinstriped suit. He forgot to change the appearance of his feet; adrenaline set in and he was too busy flailing his arms like a mad man. He grinned underneath his mask innocently as he faced Claus and lifted himself up. "Hey C-c-Claus. . . We should leave, this guy doesn't seem like the friendly type." He said shaking nervously. Claus shook his head and then walked towards the pale Man once again, he wasn't cautious this time, he was sure that if he tried bombing the alley once again; Claus would have a plan. The black doll chuckled nervously, and rubbed what seemed to be his head. "Hey. . . He seems to be too cautious, perhaps walking up to him isn-" within seconds Claus was in front of the Doll. The doll was too distracted trying to warn Claus to notcie that he was walking towards him and during his talk, Claus broke into a sprint and passed the pale skinned man so that he was directly behind him and in less than 3 seconds was 2 inches away from the doll face to face. He grabbed the doll by the neck and then squeezed so that the Doll would reduce in size and transform into a Desert Eagle .50. He aimed it at The pale man, who was 12 meters away from Clauss' position, and then at a passerby alley cat, he lowered the gun so that it aimed at the Mans knee cap and then sighed. "You're awfully rude. I supected that you would at least have the common courtesy to allow me to introduce myself before blowing up neighborhood, assuming that it was you who reacted to Alfreds' sudden actions by blowing up those small pebbles. Neat trick by the way." he said walking towards the pale man and extending his left hand. "My name is Claus and I am here because apparently my doll must have been causing you trouble. I apologize on his behalf, our objective was merely to clean out the warehouse and all life inside of it."

Lord Claus lowered the gun even more, so that it's aim were moved from the Russians knee to the ground. The gun vibrated for a second and then ceased all movement. Lord Claus nodded back over to the warehouse but when he spoke he was referring to the train staitioned a few dozen yards away from the warehouse. "I have Money from the Yakuza I am trying to stash." He said, unafraid of telling such details to the before him because he was certain that if they wanted to steal the money then the Yakuza would be their problem, but he backtracked and then realized that he, and his doll, were incredibly close to being blown to pieces by little dots that moved. Claus was curious as to why None of the others who occupied the alley were harmed by the same raisins which led him to believe that the man before him was just like he was; except he seemed alot more stable and use to being whatever it was he was. He referred to Claus as another "Bount" which attracted Clauss' attention for a moment but then he decided to ask questions later. he started walking towards the warehouse, making sure to stay at least 3 feet away from any of those black dots. "Sorry to be a bother to you but I am willing to give you any ammount of money you ask for to travel with me as an ally. I see you have powers beyond that of humans which make me think that you and I are alike. And unique beings such as ourselves should always stick together."