Destructive Tendencies

[Mr. Kaar]

It was that point, that final straw. Leon was tired of it all, he was doing nothing, but the repetative fighting, gaining nothing from this mans so cold "Wonder Drugs" they made people weaker, and it sickened him. These weak fighters running around didn't diserve anything. They should be put down before they ruin the great flavor of battle.

These where the kinds of things running through the blondes mind as he meditated in his cell. No new injuries, no new pains, he had been healed once, and not a damn person here could do anything to him except that abomination Mitsoumi. He would be put down eventually. But finally the dark blue eyes of the Dragon opened as he stood up from meditation, walking to the door, he would spread his feet alittle past shoulder width, bending his waist he would reach back with his right fist, electricity bursting from the arm, as his eyes focused on a single point in the rubber door.

Throwing the punch into that single point, the rumble it made as the sound would echoe through the empty halls, the rubber vibrating as a huge ripple ran through it and bounced off itself on the otherside. Everytime the ripple would make its way back around Leon would punch the door again, sending electricity shooting away from the door due to its electric conducting properties.

Stopping he'd walk back to his spot and meditate more.

~You take too long.~

He thought seeming to be talking to someone in his head.

[Ark]

The loading docks, bustling with work as the stocks from trucks were shipped into the building nothing really different happening that day. Finally when the job had finished did the people disperse, merely waiting till they would need to break out the fresh supplies. Yet within was quite the opposite, a soft ringing noise muffled out by the box suddenly ended with a beep.

-hud mode-

“I’m inside, now, fill me in, I need directions and numbers. Any and everything you got Devin.”

A deep voice stated before silence, and for some reason was but a small portrait… but that was not important, rather the static image that appeared slightly over from him started to speak.

“&é”à_&é”ç_ç&é”-&àçéç’&àéç”_è.”

Nonsensical babble was all that he got in return from the bad box. With that the deep voiced figure grumbled.

~fucking dsl…~

“So… I get to play the tracker then? Damn it.”

-moments later-

A man dressed in ratty clothing came back, without question he was nothing but a simple labourer but with the current planning that the red haired male was doing he couldn’t allow this person to be near, and slowly he rose from sitting to a crouched position, his back pressed to the he had recently ejected himself from, and with a light movement of the wrist did a soft tapping echo to catch the labourer ear, who… came to search. The large red head however already had jumped over the box.

“Looking for something?”

He would mutter as he would wrap his arms around the mans neck and with a quick and rather violent jerk, pulled the man from the ground while causing a pop to come from his neck, only to be tossed aside like trash.

“Right. I think its time to go.”

Again talking to himself as he lit a cigarette, taking one drag and tossing it onto his notes. Perfect for causing commotion, and in commotion people become stupid, and of course you have a dead man… the perfect cover up, or at least that was what the large male though as he proceeded to leap onto a box and from there grasping a bar and vertically entering an air vent only to disappear as the boxes would soon catch fire.

“Nothing like a bit of fire to make an opening.”

-back in the box-
“ARK!!!!”

The communication device screamed before it melted away in the fire that spread to it.

[Mr. Kaar]

The watch towers on the four corners of the correctional facility spotted the light show of fire, and the place set off the alert the intercom inside the building said there was a fire on the docks next to the facility, actually it was the facilities docks for their supplies. So Enforcers ran out of the facility to quel the flames while they waited for the fire department to come and do its job. Leaving the guard on the inside rather low.

Leon's grin widened... Fire? That sounded different, it wasn't impossible, but it felt like something else. He opened his eyes again. And stood up waiting. He'd watch the door, and step back against the far wall, placing his right foot flat against it, as his back bent. Hunching himself over, he'd hop up with his left foot, and push off the wall like a spring, electricity spouting from both arms as he would slam head on into the door, the ripple shaking the wall even as he impacted. Landed with his toes and pushing off bouncing back light as a feather.

"Stupid door..."

[Ark]

“Perfect.”

Speaking lightly, as he looked through a grated door, the people were scattering to the scene of the fire, and by now… it was perhaps a nice bit of blaze, of course this pleased Ark unendingly as the little hatch would open and the massive male would slide out, landing on his feet with a crack.

“Now… where are we?”

Again his voice almost a whisper, even with the distraction… he would rather make it easier on himself until he at least found his target, keeping that in mind he gave a small survey of his surroundings, attentive to all detail.

“Safe to assume this is no ordinary hole…”

Grumbling as he rose to his feet and quickly made his way down the hall only to halt at a corner, his back pressed as his nostrils flared. Like always his acute sense of smell had picked up something… particularly a dire need for some hygienic treatment, and not to long after the sound of steps.

~Fuck… last thing I needed.~

Thinking to himself, knowing that there was a possibility of a check in, after all… this place wasn’t your run of the mill facility… the design and texture of the walls gave that away. Clearly its design was to hold people that a normal jail couldn’t, so the first thing to do… was not to knock someone out in case they did have radios, and with that in mind he would quickly turn, dashing for a door to disappear.

~I’m going to have to kill someone when I find you…~

Again thinking to himself as he shut the door only to halt…

“lucky me? A fucking mini mart of play things.”

Clearly he wasn’t literal… more like the walls were lined with… things, perhaps the confiscated goods from its current residents. Though he couldn’t help but smile, how could he? He had quite a plethora of tools, taking what he could and making sure he was clear, again he entered the hall, looking down at a small map on a handheld.

~Thank you failures, if it weren’t for your shit ass attempts to bust this place… I wouldn’t have a map.~

Cooing to himself mentally once more.

~Next stop, Riot land.~

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon stood next to the door listening for anything to move outside the door. As one came running, his arm shot out the small hole for looking in and out at the prisoners, snatching the guy by the neck. Chocking him and lifting him off the ground before a huge explosion of blue electricity went off, the guy shook crazily and the electricity snapping made noise., then it stopped, the guy dropped to the ground. Someone not far down the hall could be heard saying.

"What was that noise?"

And began to investigate, he looked surprised when he saw the body, Leon ducked under the door, as the guy peered in cautiousely. Then...

BAM

Grabbed by the neck and electricuted the guy dropped to the ground smoking. But not far off something else could be heard.








"What was that noise?"

[Ark]

He paused, his eyes fixated on the door in front of him, not really impregnable, not really befitting of its surroundings, his enjoyment however had rose as he pocketed the small map device after which he removed the upper half of his blackened trench coat to let it hang only from the belt tied around his waist.

“Now that the hunt is done…”

Speaking to himself as he slipped a black ring from under his shirt, removing it from the chain while looking it over for a moment, the metal dark as pitch while offering no sheen no matter how much polish it drank, almost as if it devoured the light, a piece of pure beauty from long times past. From his gaze his face turning from stern to glee as slowly he slipped it down his left middle finger.

“Now, let this orchestra play as the conductor enters!”

He bellowed as his foot struck the door down, the men inside quick to turn as the skinny man entered the clanking of his zipper vest no longer muffled as the silent steps became a rather menacing stomp.


‘Who the hell?!’

“The conductor of this fine ensemble.”

Responding quickly as the guards all stood while Ark simple flicked back his coat, his hands sinking into holsters bound to the legs, as the guards would quickly attempt to rush. A hand quickly gripping the skinny mans forearm, another to his waist, another his right Arm, but the last… not like the others simple pulled a syringe from his belt.

“My… my… I’m not the common trash you for the most part fill this hole with.”

Ark would comment while putting up no struggle.

‘Then welcome to your new-“

The guard would speak with a giggle momentarily as he approached only to be interrupted by the shill howl of his ally, which in an instant cleared the grin from his face to be replaced with a vexed look.

‘Hey man, don’t fucking interrupt me.’

The arrogant guard shouted only to watch his ally fall to the ground, the body landing to the side for a clean view of the hole that was his abdomen.

“Pity… I thought he might live a little longer.”

Ark’s only response as the other two guards simple looked on the mass at Ark’s feet.

“Oh… and mr Right… you let your guard down.”

Ark would coo as his left hand would shoot across the mans face and come to a halt over Ark’s shoulder, the man’s face still only for a moment as Ark’s right would quickly rise up, and pierce the lefty’s jowl and from the top of his head were Four metal spikes jutting upward.

“And then there was but 1.”

Ark continued as the guard that was holding his right arm had his head bleeding out from four vertical lines cleaved deeply into his cranium. The last of the guards however was not so quick to give in, taking note that the finger armour on Arks hands clearly was sharpened to knife points turned and went for the alarm, but to his dismay his only chance came to an end and all of his memory was but a look of fear as Ark’s index and middle finger tips jutted from his eyes, his mouth hung open as tears of blood ran down his face.

“Such a pity…”

Ark finished as he casually tossed the man aside.

“Now, with that out of the way… button button where is the… Ah!”

Within moments the intercoms all came to life, a small crackle echoed as Ark sat, his finger armour cleaned off on his coat while he leaned toward the microphone, the sound of his throat being cleared was to follow.

“Welcome one and all… I welcome you to quite the show.”

He cooed as his deep voice was to draw all attention.

“I am your conductor, and I offer the fine employees a wonderful performance from the orchestra.”

Again, he would continue, his voice unusually gleeful.

“Today, I shall conduct for you a special piece for you, written by a one Leon Sudeki, whom my fine orchestra, please applaud.”

His voice fell silent for a minute as he tapped the metal finger rip on the microphone, a mock that one could normally see at the real thing.

“It’s called Payback is a bitch!”

With that he would slam his hand down on the glass casing of the alarm button, the lights would turn red and the symphony would begin to play, the sirens would go off, paired with the sound of every cell door flying open, even from where Ark sat he could here the cheer of his orchestra as he went to the microphone once more.

“Now then, I think I’ll step out for lunch.”

Giving an answer to those wondering minds as to his next location.

[Mr. Kaar]

~Hmm, what a familier voice that is.~

Leon commented in his head to nobody, but himself. He knew said voice rather well actually and his grin only widened more, even passed the emotional supressent of the choke collar he had found himself to be wearing. after his fight with Mathew, it would seem an old friend hasd comed by to... Release the captured Lightning. Sporatic, uncontrollable, destructive, raw, power.

A large click would be heard as the door unlocked, and all hell broke loose. Leon stepped out of his little confinement looking down the halls, as Enforcers had scrammbled to close the doors. Leon charged his body with his Qi, the collar trying its mightiest to cinfine his Qi as he burst down the hall destroying all those in his path.

~Lunch, huh? You going outside, or arer you heading to 'The Peace Cafe'?~

Leon wondered as he smashed one enemies head into the rubber wall, jumping over another two and berreling down the hall at full speed. He would check outside first, Leon would head to the front door, blasting through it with his shoulder. What little amount of the grounds there was, was in chaos. Fire fighting, plus riot controle. Attempting to quel the break out without polise or official involvement.

Nope that wasn't it, well it also didn't make much sense for Ark to just appear liek this and leave... So maybe he was still here.

~"Hey lets go to the lunch hall and grab somethin."~

A flash of memory from the Enforcers guarding his chamber spoke, there was a lunch hall? Leon hadn't seen it on his short escorts to the gravity room, so he'd have to search for a good little amount of time, before stumbling apon it, still running he would jog in and look around while jogging in place raising his knees alittle high. In a hurry? Maybe.

[Ark]

And there the skinny man sat, softly chewing a rather fouls tasting thing…while trying to figure out how they could even get the guards to eat it simply made his head hurt, but considering how hungry he was… even this was better than nothing, and yet even through the foul taste of the food he could still form a clear grin as he waved his right hand side to side, his index finger extended as if he were really a conductor.

“I love this.”

He commented to himself, as he looked around the room, his smile shifting to a crooked grin as the walls were splattered red, on both sides of his plate a pair of coated finger armor simply resting, a pleasant display as far as the skinny man was concerned, yet the only thing he was waiting for had yet to come knocking at his door, and with that the skinny man simply lowered his head once more.

“Hopefully he doesn’t hog all the fun.”

Ark thinking aloud again as he rolled his head lightly and went back to eating while the sweet sound of panic filled the air.

[Mr. Kaar]

A guard would go flying into the scene froma burst of blue electricity. The smell of singed flesh and cloth, as well as the sounds of pain coming from the guard would be audible. He'd jog into the area and over to Ark, who seemed to be enjoying some chow time. Jogging in place near the rather large individual there was only one thing Leon had to say to him.

"But, I don't want to go to school today."

[Ark]

"Ah, but school is already in session. The lesson of course is anger management 101."

Looking up to see Leon had finally arrived, amused at the fact the years had not changed his rather... humorous disposition toward happening events no matter how hectic, and with the last bit of his foul feast he casually placed his tray on a counter while reattaching his finger armor.

"Now, I have to ask. Other than you, is anyone else of importance here? Or can we simply leave?"

Clearly he didn't like this place, then again, any place that didn't have decent food automatically made it to his bad list, but perhaps there were other things of interest here? Maybe in different area's of this place, either way, the fact he was reunited with his rival seemed to bring an odd uplifting feeling to him... and an almost insatiable urge to just tear the place down piece by piece.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon grinned as Ark made it obviouse they where gonna have some fun. His colar sparking a bit from holding back that emotion of enjoyment from battle. Seemed Ark had some toys, he must of stumbled onto some good stuff to make him grab it. But first thing was first.

"Well, before we go get Mathew, I think I could use my gloves."

Yep, the one who took The Earth Dragon as a title was here. He was playing along with this pathetic game. Leon was rather pissed off Sean Barker descided to manipulate his regularly strenuous training with his unnatural drugs. He hated users in the first place and was a regular destroyer of their kind. Ark could vouch for that.

"But, other than me, there are hundreds of weaklings.... A monster, and Mathew Amtrum."