Long analitic return.

[Razzo]

((yeah... I'm gonna try to rp again here! Yay! As pointed out this is kinda long... a little pointless, and deliberatly daunting! So... uh... yeah!))


"And so I return..."

Light words drifting on a calm, semi deep voice, it had been long since he had to pull out of school for some months, a job came in calling almost all his time. The task was complete, different from his normal line of work... but then again, it wasn't much a surprise. His patient, one could call it, was a frequent visitor, always in need of body modification or injury treatment, though on this occasion it really did steal his time away.

"What has passed I wonder?"

Speaking to himself while crossing the court yard, a black suitcase/bag in his left hand, his hat in the right. Shaking his head lightly, long ruffled hair bouncing around before being topped, the hat brim large, a piece missing in the shape of a wedge.

'DANCE BITCHS!'

A shrill voice called out, stopping everything, drawing all attention, Razzo himself being drawn in, a cocked brow of curiosity, and a purple eye of discovery. Looking through the brim of his hat, a skinny little man stood on the fountain, vulgarity spewing from his mouth, demanding people... to... dance? Very strange, whats more, people did.

"Eh?"

A light noise, questioning the reasoning, seems however he wasn't the only one not taking to the beat, another guy standing much closer just laughing... well, at least until a rock smashed out a few of his teeth... the skinny man, quite a strong arm he had.

"So... if they don't dance, they get a rock to the face?"

Interesting behavior, a need to make people dance, but to what ends? To see if they were better? To draw them into a sense that he could kill them if they defy him? To what ends would it serve? Questioning the logic constantly.

'Hey bizzatch!'

Razzo drawn from his questioning, clearly... from what he could gather, he was just called a bitch... how could he tell? Simple, the little skinny man was standing right in his face, and my did he need a mint.

'Din' I jus' say tah dancz?!'

Indeed... a breath mint... yet Razzo made no motion, simply staring him in the eye for a moment.

"Gomen nasai... wakarimasen."

Speaking in tongues... to see a reaction, yet... the skinny man didn't move, strange? Expectations would lead one to suspect perhaps a lash out?

'Teh fuxxorz?! I dun speak no Spanish!'

Yes, that was the reason... he was... very stupid.

"Te habla Espagnol?"

'Speaking France now?!'

Thinking to himself, almost wishing he had a recorder, to notate this strange subject... clearly it wasn't human, its level of intellect was... well, far to low... and yet, it was still fascinating.

'Bizzatch, i'mma fucking knock the shit out yah ass if you dun start dansin!'

A threat now?! My me my, this boy did have issues, yet what he failed to notice, perhaps was the large mass of people no longer shaking their tails... just watching as wit battled idiocricy.

'Dat it bish!'

My, more stupid talk? No, a hand! What was he trying? We he going to... -le gasp!- bitch slap him?! now now! That wouldn't do... to be bitch slapped by someone so stupid... could infect him with this creatures inexplicably bad grammer! With that the bitch slap was halted! Razzo catching his hand as his bag hit the floor.

'Teh fuxz?! Rtard, Gat Yo Hanz Off Meh, Lurn Engrish!'

Riiight, yeah, thats it... he needed to learn English! Of course! How could he be so stupid as to live in America... and not know English?! So silly... but wait!

"I don't find a reason... talking to trash like you... is a waste of my breath."

His voice somewhat more gruff as before, skinny boy attempting to get his hand loose, but pressure ensued.

'Fukin fag, let muh hand g-'

Cut off, Razzo's right hand print on the boys face, a tooth or two on the ground, a loud swatting noise in the air.

"Thank you for being quiet... now... I think you need to g-"

'OH hellz nah! Yo dog, you din' just smack me like a bizzatch, I know you din' just do dat!'

Cut off... yet the only thing that the outburst of words earned was a pair of sharp eyes, narrowed down.

'Imma fuc-'

Silenced for a moment, a scream to follow, Razzo wrenching his wrist to the side, skinny boys palm facing the sky, five red shoots jutting through the palm, pouring out of the hand to the ground.

"You will do what? Your not even fun anymore... repetition, lacking taste in insult?"

6, 7, 8! His hand nothing but a spiny red splattered fountain, light whimpers emitting as the black clad jackal let go, oddly, the 8 tools of pierce gone, the perforations still looming.

"Pity... boring child..."

Speaking lightly taking his bag back in hand, turning on his heel, skinny boy getting up quickly, his mouth opened to speak... but silence was all that could be heard, the back of his shirk marred blood shooting out as he fell to the ground, a large J carved into his flesh.

"So... nothing has changed... at all..."

[John]

The whole scene was rather irritating. And... It all happened at his seat. His favorite place to take a smoke break. The fountin. But it seemed someone else had handled the situation. He was just glad his smoking place was unharmed in this.... ritual of stupidity. Though the question did rise in his mind.

'Why where they dancing?'

I mean come on, he wasn't that intimidating? Where people just that submissive? Or did they find the cammand to dance just fascinating? Was this like one of those Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing games? Where someone yells dance party and everyone uses the dance cammand? This sort of thing makes one wonder the boarders of reality to their world.

"My head hurts... I need a smoke."

John raised a cig to his mouth, flicked his thumb as it caught fire, and lit his cig with his thumb. The only problem with that, is he left his thumb on, and it started to burn. He flicked his hand around trying to put it out, but forgot to turn his Qi off, so his whole hand caught fire. He could of slapped himself for doing something so... Stupid? Oh god no, it was contagiouse. He turned the fire off and sat at the fountin contemplating ways of suicide if this intellagence continued to drop.

[Razzo]

Strange that nothing changed, not even the mental disfunction of the students, though it was about all that someone could expect, this was 259 center of stupidity mingled with violence, it was to far fetched to hope for any kind of change.

Yet as normal the jackal was about to place his left hand on his hat after transfering his bag to the right hand, only to note the fact it was covered in red, a slim smile on his face as he examened it, yet it would not do well to leave it to dry, and thus stopping near the fountain and slipping it off while watching a student trying to put his hand out... strange, people couldn't even controle their Ki?

"Ano... would it not be easier to simply put your hand in the water?"

Speaking in his low, unpleasantly calm tone while setting his bag down and rolling back his left sleeve and dipping the glove in the water, gripping it in his fist as red pollution drifted out into the water. Though after looking at the guys cigarette he got his own craving kicking, and slipped out a pack of winfileds, placing one between his lips.

"Though, perhaps you could give me a light?"

He questioned while almost robotically gripping in his left hand sparcing the red cloud in the fountain out more.

[John]

The guy that silenced the rather idiotic boy earlier walked over and cleaned his hands of the blood. Made sense though. And the reference to his hand, yes it would of been much easier to simply put his hand in the water, but then he would have to dry off... And water wasn't that appealing to John considering the surcomstances. But the offer for a light wasn't passed over.

"Sure..."

John put his hand over and his eyes glowed that dark red, he could see the hydrogen particles in the air. Hilighted in a red glow for him to see. Hydrogen usually doesn't have a color when it burns, but with John's Qi it gave it color. He set his thumb a blaze again and held it up in place for the guy in black to use, once he was done the flame would go away.

"Usually I can controle it without thinking, but the display of stupidity must of got to me. I hope its not contagiouse or something."

[Razzo]

A small drag, smoke drifting into the air while leaning back, his smile somewhat lessened while taking a sigh, the strange little man and dancing, indeed it was distracting... somewhat numbing yet to till through the filed of foolishness and lace the seeds of intellect was to great a task... much easier to simply weed!

"Dozo arigato."

His manners knew no bounds! Speaking with a polite tone as always, yet a small glance at his glove, odds are from the small inspection... it would have to be replaced, such an unfortunate turn of events. Though amusing to him, the palm had not a single perferation on the surface, strange? Very strange, even for himself.

"Perhaps."

A simple responce as Razzo placed the cigarette between his lips to remove his hat with his now free hand.

"But stupidity is unfortunatly genetic, one cannot sink to such pathetic a nature unless it was passed down."

Commenting while pulling the glove out of the water, most of the stain removed... but it was unavoidable to replace them.

[John]

John's red eyes glanced over at the gloves, seemed they where slightly ruined because of that guys face. Too bad. The guy diserved the punch, but ti would seem it was at the expense of some good gloves. There where true tragic tales to be told in the world, but on that note, John would take a good drag off his cig in memory of the gloves, a small moment of silence for them. It was the least he could do.

"Well, at least I know there is no way I can become that... Ignorant. And your welcome by the way."

[Razzo]

A small drag from his freshly lit smoke while hearing this guy speak, not sure what the your welcome comment was about... since he did already say it if it was for a lack there of, or just to say it, but that wasn't really all that important as a plume of smoke drifted from his mouth while giving a small nod of agreement to the ignorance... yet he took a turn for sharp while in the corner of his eye someone stood in the distance, a black coat covering his body, high collar, the tail thrown back while hands were in pockets. Though key factor to identity was his hat, a wool cap pulled low to the point where one could say he couldn't see.

"Sorry for this abrupt leave... but I must be off."

on that note he simply got up, placing his hat back on his head while making his way toward the guy who so conveniatly stood across from him on the other side of the yard... annoying one could say? He didn't want to have to deal with the person... he just got back, and leaving really wasn't something that he intended to mark in his agenda. With that an abrupt stop.

"Ohaio."

speaking lightly to the person who made no real responce other than a nod.

"And just what is it that you wish of me this time?"

Again speaking lightly, his low voice taking a turn to semi annoied, clearly it was because there was no greeting as opposed to the person being there.

'Its time to remove them...'

the figure finally spoke, his voice pitched while slipping his hands from his pockets and pointing to the hat, mainly around the eye area.

"I said a month... I will not undo them unt-"

Cut off, a hand raised.

'Remove them now!'

Nearly yelling at Razzo the figure once again pointed to his own ocular area only for a moment as with one hand Razzo slammed his hand into the boys collar and proceeded to lift him from the ground before forcefully ramming him into the tree he was leaning on.

"This is not up for discussion... sir..."

speaking in a clearly insulting sort of respect when the word sir slipped from his mouth while gripping the cloth tightly, knuckles being forced into the loud mouthed boys neck, lifting him even higher to the point where feet were no longer even near the ground.

"My orders outshine you... I am the doctor, and my command will not change... unless of course you want to stay blind... after all, I'm sure you can handle him... but, remember little one, 40 percent is your limit."

His tone as respectful as normal before dropping him, instantly the kid took to his knees, gripping his neck while his hat slipped from place, an intricate web of line through his eyelids keeping them shut showing for a moment before slipping his hat down once more, yet in almost an instant both turned before Razzo ducked gripping the boy by his jacket and litereally disappearing only to have the area they were before burst into blaze, stone chips flying like bullets dropping a student here and there while Razzo stood on top of the fountain head, the other kid no crawling out of the water.

'Jackal, what the fuck was that?!'

Yelling again as four pieces of metal slammed down, cleanly cut.

"A rocket would be my guess... so, he broke into your cache, ne? Didn't think he would be awake yet..."

Razzo lightly spoke as at the start of the walkway a single figure stood, a white featureless mask on his face, a tube at his side, smoke drifting from the end, his outfit consisting of a pair of pants, cloth drapped over both legs but only per pant leg, tucked under the belt, the right leg cutting short, a strange pair of boots, and oddly no shirt... but my my did he give off a sense of really pissed off.

"And it seems he wants your head... again..."

[John]

"Oh?"

John looked questioning at Razzo for a moment, as he left towards another person in the courtyard. Mr. Ong simply shruged and went back to enjoying his cig. It was an interesting day non-the-less so far, but it seemed as he watched on, that things where getting a little intense between the two. He couldn't make out much that was said, as lip reading isn't even in his vocabulary.

But then, they vanished? John jumped up biting the butt of the cigarette and looked on trying to see what happened, he looked with narrowed eyes, a growl and his eye brows jumping. Only because he couldn't see their movements. Priding himself on speed and being able to see peoples actions, this was a turn of events he wasn't too happy about.

"What?!"

An explosion of fire and smoke plumed up from the spot where they had been standing but a second priar, the light flash was enough to make John plant his feet for balance and protect himself from flying shrapenel if there was any. The gust of wind took to his cloths, hair, and pulled at the tail of his dark red trench coat. This wasn't too good. He heard Razzo behind him answering the fellow with the hat.. He didn't turn to look, he knew this courtyard like it was his house. Razzo was on the tip of the fountin and by the water noises alone the other guy was in the water.

"A rocket launcher?!"

John followed the smoke trail to the person with the tube of death. Spitting out his cig, John would become very tense, his muscular structure stretching from its regular positioning.

"Not in my house."

[Razzo]

A beast like yell, the figures muscle bulged. His anger ebbing outward, a pulsation ripping through the ground.

'Not good!'

The soaked male shouted, his arms shaking as if any strength he had was being drained away, the Jackal however only gave but a killing smile, long and thin, his eyes sharp as knives as metaphysical beasts appearing to the common eye, phasing through objects as if they didn't even exist. Indeed, something the Jackal had always wanted to see, a technique, a Qi that surpassed the boundrys of reality, fueled by insatiable rage, the sheer murderious intent sapping the weak spirited of there very strength, haunting there minds, ripping away at the very thread of reality, this, this power... far beyond what a human should be able to obtain, and yet, the monster simply stood there, not even phased by the strain it must put on the body.

"If you wish to live... then you will go for its mask."

The black clad male spoke, his right hand opening wide, the knuckles popping in almost a rythmic manner, his hand slamming shut the finger splaying once more.

"Otherwise the beasts you see... will make you there dinner."

the Jackal spoke once more, as his hand slammed shut again, his own Qi overflowing his body for only a moment.

"Bloody..."

One word, a red glow slipping from his palm, spreading outward in two directions, and in an instant his aura dissipated, the energy taking the form of a blade.

"Sword."

A deadly smile.

~Already 40% more terrifying that I could imagin... and it will only get worse once it moves...~

Thinking to himself, the beast not moving, yet Razzo quickly brought his new weapon down swiftly cleaving on of the many creatures in twain.

"I hope your not boring, otherwise even with me here... you will die like a piece of shit."

What he meant however... was that only because of Razzo being present, his aura as one could say, was the only thing keeping Qi from being disrupted, in other words, the moment Jackal were to fall, things could get ugly, regardless, a light chuckle escaped Jackal as the figure took a step, another pulsation, Jackal landing on the ground lightly.

"Now then... Shall we?"

Jackal spoke calmly, a bit to calm for the situation as the pulsations grew worse.

((Current stats.
Str - 100
Dex - 120
Con - 80
Wis - 96
Int - 72
Cha - 12))