Suck a Sage(open)

[Jack]

Jack watched in disbelief as the mammoth of a man ran after Shugo it was indeed a 'lol wut" situation. Shugo was no ally of Jack's, well for matter neither was Vetis however Jack and Vetis shared a similar outlook on life so for now, they were make shift allies.

"Phew he's one hard case." Jack mused toward Vetis "I need a drink"

Declared Jack as he slammed his hand onto the bar tabletop turning around to look at what ever Shugo was doing. He of course didn't see the glass of water being put down in front of him so when he grabbed the drink that was set out beside him he began to down it. The second his taste buds, dulled from the years of smoking realized that it was indeed water he spat it out and smashed the glass into the ground.

"Bugger water, give me some alcohol or I'll have your head mate!"

The bartender looked around for a glass to pour some hard liquor into. "That one!" He pointed to a bottle of mid shelf scotch, the man was reluctant to hand it over but in these circumstances he had no real choice he didn't want his establishment to be broken up anymore than it had to. Ripping the cap off the bottle Jack began to drink the potent scotch hungrily. As he began to drinking little droplets of the brown liquid ran out of the corners of his mouth.

Turning to Vetis Jack let a sinister grin spread along his mouth. "Cheers to you big fella" Raising his bottle as a toast he began to drink it again, letting out a large burp when he finally put the bottle down a nice portion of it gone.

Leaning in, his alcoholic breath quite repulsive "So... What's the plan. It's okay you can whisper it to me" Jack chuckled at his little joke it was recompense for the slight Vetis had dealt him earlier.

Jack readjusted his bandages, which began to itch his skin as spread was building up between them.

[Date Masamune™]

"What? Did I piss you off too? Sorry I kind of have that affect on people."

Shugo sighed slightly as he was lifted off of his feet and was ran towards the door he just came from. Brute strength, that was all people cared about those days. The boy pulled his gloves on tighter, making sure his vambraces were tightened. As he was about to be thrown, Shugo shot out his right hand, aiming to grab the man's face. At the same time the boy would throw his legs up to toss himself into a backwards flip in order to change the momentum of the throw. As the boy's fist grew closer to the man's head, the man would be able to visibly see the electricity around his hands and the heat emanating from the gloves.

Should Shugo be able to grab the man's face mid-flip he would begin to pump electricity into the man's face as well as grip tightly in order to burn the man from the heat that seared from his gloves. Shugo would let go of the man's face shortly after he would end up behind and then come to a landing, kneeling down to soften the impact. As he rose back up to his feet the boy would speak again in a much angrier tone.

"Now I believe I asked you a question."

[[OoC: Sorry that took so long. Work has been killer.]]

[David B.]

The man laughed as shugo would try to push off him into a flip. Pulling his arms in, he would close the gap between himself and Shugo so a flip would become impossible. He did nothing, however, to stop the hand from clasping to his face, electricity and fire searing flesh from his face, and hair from his head. The man would not slow, instead throwing Shugo to the cement as previously intended.

As he would release the boy, his veins would visibly begin to pump on his arms and legs, the skin on his face healing over- somewhat. Instead of normal skin, it would be smooth and shiny, and a little bumpy, like third degree burns. His hair would not regrow, patches of it missing from the front of his head.

"Quite a lil' bite ya got there, ey?"

He would turn to look at Vetis and Jack.

"Y'all might wanna head outta there, if ya know what's good for yeh."

Rather than explain himself, he'd turn back to Shugo and take a step toward him.

"My name is Charlie Crassus. I'm number thirty-five of Barkers Ghost division. And I'm here to claim your lives."

He'd step forward again to throw a kick for Shugos chest, assuming the male had returned to his feet.

[Vetis]

Oh that little chuckie he sure knew how to bring a smile to Vetis face. Except for that accent. Sadly he wasnt as mute as Vetis was, it would have made him so much more likeable. Sickeningly forced southern texan accent aside this boob was just letting his secrets flow much like the urine Shugo should be. Still for the moment he was under the illusion that he was comepletly in control and given that the numb nuts walked in and let out what could only be assumed to be his ace in the hole as a first attack he might have had the upper hand.

That number 35 popped back into his head. It was because he identified himself as such but his position and his earlier statement held no correlation. When he said it the first time it was 35 most likely out of 100. If he was only using 35% of his true power then this would have been over long before his mans throat got slashed. No perhaps he was using something at 35% out put other than his power, Vetis would keep an eye out for this. He identified himself as one of Barkers ghost suqadron so he was an elite. He was specifically here to kill Vetis or at least thats what it would seem as Barker held some sort of erotic fantasy in which Vetis a part of that he declined more than once. Barker had peddled some highly addictive performance enhancing drugs previously. He had stabbedc Roth in the eyes with some just so he could enjoy his withdrawls later. Chances were Chuckie boy over here had a more refinded version. Either more potenet or less detrimental but which was not yet apparent.

Even though Shugo was a fool for opening up with something like that... the reaction to it was of concern. He had felt a bit of the heat from the distance he sat and yet not only did he seem unfazed but it appeared that he actually healed. Any attacks on him would have to be made to vital weaknesses and without mercy. Shugo wouldnt have the guts for such assault being a heroic sort but perhaps Jack would see what Vetis saw. Given that this "man" was even human any attacks would have be focused on the eyes, the inner ears, the heart, the lungs, and should it get dirtier, the genitals. That would be until he found out for certain he was indeed human in which his unbridled experience gave him certain advantages in knowing just where to hurt.

For now the words he uttered would be ignored. Another drink would be brought up to Vetis that he would casually sip. So far he had exerted almost nil in effort and bounced back from a minor attack. He had not allowed Chuckie boy to glean as much insight into him as the hickish brute revealed of himself with each spectacle he made.

[Jack]

Ooc: this is done on my phone not finished as I'll edit it once I get home.

EDIT: I forgot to edit it when I got home =3

IC:

Jack couldn't help but let a little grin escape his usual stone like face having turned to watch the fight unfold. "Y'all might wanna head outta there, if ya know what's good for yeh." Turning to his long time friend, Jack mused "Well old boy I think that's our cue to get the fuck out of here. Wotcha think?" When Vetis didn't reply Jack raised his bottle into another toast" didn't think so".

Drinking hungrily as he watched on, his face and eyes completely betraying his enjoyment of the bloodshed and what he expected to follow. As Shugo's attack had connected Jack's arm began to itch under the bandages where he had felt the nasty sting of Shugo's little sparks. His skin had healed nicely although it was never the same.

The shout of pain never came, instead something that made his blood boil with excitement, the man's skin regenerated almost instantly. Swinging back around to Vetis, "you see this don't you?" Looking back at number 35 "I've always wanted to kill a God."

[Date Masamune™]

Shugo would land on the cement with a loud thud. Staying there for a moment, Shugo took some time to recover as did his opponent. Except, his opponent decided to heal over the burns that Shugo had inflicted onto the man's head. The skin tissue healing itself over interested Shugo. So this man could heal his wounds. Impressive. Just after the man started to speak, the boy would smile to himself as he would rest his head down on the ground. So he was one of Barker's stooges? And he could heal himself? Shugo had hit the jackpot.

The boy would spring into action with a kick to his opponent's genitals before he could finish the bit about wanting to claim their lives. The boy would be more concerned with pulling his right foot back quickly than making a connecting blow. From there if the kick would connect and Shugo would be allowed to retract his leg the boy would roll backwards and jump back in order to put some distance between himself and his opponent. Muay Thai, the boy's usual fighting style, would be too straight forward of a fighting style to go for.

The boy would start with putting his feet at shoulder length apart, and from there he would drop his right leg back and put his feet at a 45 degree angle. Shugo would put his left arm to guard his mid section closely with an open hand facing downwards. His right hand would be held up at a 90 degree angle in front of his face. Kenpo wasn't a fighting style he used very often, and was one that he hadn't seen others use much so the boy hoped that it would give him some sort of edge against his opponent.

[David B.]

Lurching forward, charlies hand would aim to clasp Shugos leg, and turning with a violent twist, he'd hurl the man at the other two sitting inside. Whether he hit them or not was of zero consequence, for through the back side of the building closest to Vetis and Jack, a rumbling would be heard, followed by a massive digging tractor plowing through the wall and heading for them.

Charlie would open his arms wide and yell at the camera.

"Gotta shake it up, eh?! Keep ya innertained!! Hahahaha!"

Silence from the lens, as the tractor would back up and begin crushing forward again, ripping the bar to shred and killing any innocents in the way.

[Vetis]

What an idiot. Vetis thought this to himself about the ineffectual commander. Sadly you can take the inbred hick out of the country but yoh can't take the fact he was a product of sister fucking out of him. Given he brought a crew to televize this pathetic spectacle it was not a surprise when he tossed shugo there way. With a simple turn of his swivel stool and a movement of swiftness very few caliber of fighters had he would with his right hand grab shugos shirt with his left hand place his highly flammable drink into shugos hand all while turning and letting the extra momentum launch shugo straight back at chuckles, possibly as a ball of fire depending on his little heated glove trick.

It came as no surprise when the bulldozer hit the wall. They kept panning to it when not focused on chuck. Perhaps the only ones surprised where the few of his own men twisted in debris who had been unfortunate enough to be in the way. The survivng members of his task force did not seem so amused that he would be so calous with their lives as to crush a building on them while they had like all the original patrons come in for a drink. Given he wasn't the most charismatic leader and wasting such resources to take down what could assumedly only be one man (vetis) it was no surprise when his own comrades began to glare at him (charles) like serpents about to strike.

Casually vetis would get off his stool uncaring of the carnage around him. He would signal for jack to follow. Barker and his pets wanted a war, they picked one they couldn't win.

[Jack]

"Hey Shugo! Join us for a drink!"

Jack would yell out as Shugo came flying toward him, Jack would lean heavily to one side so as to avoid Shugo at all costs. If Vetis managed to redirect Shugo back at the commander Jack would call out after Shugo.

"Enjoy you drink!"

Giving the older male a wave as he flew toward the commander all falcon punch style. Next all mayhem erupted, Jack could hear the loud noise of the bulldozer well before he felt the rumble of it's engine and then the crashing of the wall being destroyed behind him. The sound of all the alcohol crashing too the floor made Jack cringe.

"STOP DESTROYING ALL MY ALCOHOL!!!"

Decent Alcohol was so rare these days, in fact just to get in here before all this mayhem erupted it was quite expensive. It cost him nearly a week's worth of goods just to get a couple of drinks. The alcohol Vetis and Jack took would take him a couple of months of scavenging alone just to pay off. Luckily this place would probably be gone.

The bartender fled the scene, as the commander's men and other patrons started to run around. Jack calmly hopped over the bar, finding a bag underneath the the bar Jack began to fill it up with bottles of alcohol. What ever he could find he would shove into the bag. Storing it other the hard wooden bench Jack would make sure he came back to reclaim it.

Hopping back over the bar in time for Vetis to signal him to follow him. Jack would of course take the lead of his former commander at arms and Lord of Blood. While it had been years since he was a member of the Reign of Blood one of the most feared gangs ever to set foot in New York and so much had changed since then. He had paid the blood price to get in and he had somewhat paid the blood price to get out yet, once a member always a member it seemed.

[Date Masamune™]

As the boy would be grabbed and tossed, he would begin to turn himself to face his opponent while being thrown far away from him. The boy would look behind him once he was facing Barker's man in order to make a proper landing, but before he could even do that he felt his shirt being grabbed. The boy turned to see Vetis grabbing him.

~DOES HE REALLY WANT TO DO THIS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I'LL-~

Before the boy could finish his thought or even through the fist he was preparing, Vetis shoved a glass in his hand. Shugo was thrown back at the other man before he could even glance at Vetis. The boy would attempt to smash the glass against Charlie's head and then ignite the alcohol aflame. If Charlie was to somehow dodge or stop Shugo from smashing the bottle against his head, Shugo would simple squeeze the bottle until it burst to light the liquid that would then be flying around on fire as a distraction. Shugo would take that time to jump backwards and into his kenpo stance.

"I'm gonna need a shower after his. Teaming up with you feels dirty Vetis."

[David B.]

During the flight of Shugo, Charlie wasnt just sitting. He was glad that they were all throwing out names like candy at a Christmas parade. He knew his role- his fate. The cards were in his hand, and luckily the idiots around him weren't smart, or even interested in the purpose of it all. They were few who welcomed madness, it seemed. Better for him, he supposed.

He'd sidestep quickly as the man flew for him, so he would crash into the earth. The blonde- a cocky bastard - came sauntering out. He turned to him.

"Tiny little dick, eh? No stones to fight?"

[Vetis]

It was unexpected but he actually sidestepped shugo, and there was a good deal of velocity there. Given he was just burned up, partially regenerated or not he should have felt pain as he moved about but it appeared he felt none what so ever. Every action of information gleaned showed that this fight was becoming increasingly likely to turn bad for them. Given the partial regen he had assumed it was an effect of some sort of barker drug all though it could possibly be qi related. Still for someone who announced such a prestigious title one could only assume whatever trump card he was hiding was better than that. Then again perhaps his qi was the uncanny ability to butcher the english language with every utterance of a syllable that came from his newly deformed mouth.

Still he could only pretend to yawn in boredom as he was given such a weak shit attempt at goading him into the type of fight his oppoenent wanted. He had literally no intellect though. Not enough to compete with Vetis anyways. He would not be surprised if the other two hot heads played into his hand but hopefully the years since 552 had taught at least one or both of them to avoid such a desperate ploy to fall into an enemy trap. It certainly didnt hurt that Vetis had been involved in material of a pornographic nature and the term tiny little dick really wasnt a weak point in his psyche. No his enemy had nothing on him, bad boy didnt do his homework. He had nothing to threaten him with, nothing to taunt him with and pretty soon nothing to keep him interested enough to deal with his horrid speech much longer.

As he continued to feign disinterest in the fight he kept his eye on the ball. This bastard was quick and strong, more so then even our mute anti-villian was. In the mean time he would form a plan B in case this freak didnt start showing a hole in his defense.

[Jack]

The whole time Jack had been itching at his arm, without knowing it he was removing the bandage, it was layered so it amounted to about two meters of cloth for his entire right arm. Easily pulling the weakened bandage free Jack's arm was finally revealed to the world. He stood there next to Vetis but he wasn't looking at Shugo no he was preoccupied with his own plan of action. He was no friend of Shugo's in fact Jack blamed Shugo for a lot of the injustice and violence that had happened at #552, he had turned his closest friend against him and was the cause of the assumed death of his greatest idol. No Shugo was not one to be trusted, at least you could always trust him to do the apparent good thing even if that wasn't for the best. But alas for now Shugo was an ally and he needed his help against this monster.

The skin was red and in patches dead skin was peeling away in little flakes. He had sustained somewhat unique wounds to his body some months ago, he had no idea what it was but it was excruciating at the time at least. The priest which had nursed him back to health in the months after the Barker invasion had given him several drugs, the contents he had no idea. All he knew was the pain he had felt from that day until recently was living a nightmare even for him, he had contemplated suicides countless times.

Only two weeks ago did the priest say he could undo his bandages. When he was having the dressings changed, at first it felt like his skin was peeling off after a while he had to be restrained, and blind folded as several people washed his body, rubbed salt all over his skin and scrubbed it which what felt like steel wool. His identifying wolf tattoo was all but a faint outline on his once beautiful olive skin.

Lifting the bandage to his mouth Jack tore a piece in the middle, he would continue to rip the pieces apart. After he had 8 two meter long strips, Jack began to interlace them as if a girl braids her hair. Turning back to the nearly destroyed bar, Jack tossed the braided cloth into a bucket of water. Only briefly. After he had wet the braided cloth he found a small pot. When the wall behind the bar had been broken into the bottles that Vetis had previously ordered fell onto the ground some had smashed a few had not. Reaching down he picked up two bottles (the most potent of the alcohol Vetis had ordered). Opening one he poured a bit into the bucket before offering the bottle to Vetis, if Vetis refused the drink Jack would take a swing, cough as the alcohol burned his throat.

He dipped the top of the his makeshift whip into the alcohol and waited patiently until it soaked through the cloth. This only took a few seconds. Taking out his lighter he lit the top of the cloth. The water kept the fire at bay, only burning through the top bit for now. Picking up the two bottles with his right hand so the bottle necks were protruding out between the gaps of hi index, middle and ring fingers. Jack hurled the bottles into the air, taking several steps forward he slashed out his make shift whip into the bottles and broke them apart. The liquid instantly caught fire as it spread across the room, Jack hoped that the liquid engulfed the commander and burned him alive but he could only hope for reality was a much harsher world.

[Constantine]

Stab and slash and it seemed that this piece of stake was either expressing its stubbornness, cook’s lack of talent or maybe this knife was as dull as this tavern, but with an ounce of effort it has given in. The bite wasn’t inspiring much confidence in this meal, but it wasn’t the worst a man could get. Weirdly, in all disagreement to the common trend of every patron in this ill haven, Constantine was not cherishing any kind of alcoholic beverage. Instead the meal was sharing its stay on the table with a simple cup of tea. Black, green or white didn’t matter as much as the event at hand.

Constantine gazed from his seat at the table at a bulky man with militant attire as he spouted some random numbers, thirty-five to be precise, just after he encountered some resistance from local patrons. At first this information did not correlate with anything, at least not until the militant displayed increased physical capability and visual enhancement of his physique.

Intrigued by the action and all the death around Constantine couldn’t keep his undivided focus on delicious meal. Yet a fact of being somewhat a foreigner to these lands brought a cautious idea of staying aside instead of playing some sort of a role in this awful play. But once Jack employed his bandages to use them as some fire whip, that moment seemed too much delightful of an opportunity to pass up. So the 552’s ex-school captain rose to his feet, his existence was favorably overshadowed by the gruesome spectacle and that was his leverage. Constantine reached for a bottle from an adjacent table. His wrist nodded with the bottle at the edge of the same table shattering it and leaving his hand occupied with jagged bottleneck. Luckily in this entire racket breaking another bottle would come unnoticed and all what was left for Constantine was to take these few silent steps towards the militant and deliver treacherous jab at his back. And thus he did putting some effort into the thrust and expecting some sort of retaliation Constantine quickly freed his hand of this makeshift weapon and brought his both arms upwards, left took up blocking role while the right one was aiming to deliver a blow at the joint of an arm of his opponent if it ever came swinging by to say hello.

[Date Masamune™]

The boy missed his opponent and would turn his body around as he landed to skid to a stop. The boy would be about to grab another alcoholic drink to throw at his enemy when another man would rise. The School Captain who had served before Shugo. A man that Shugo had never been able to quite track. But Shugo knew one thing, his motives were not always what they seemed. Shugo knew that first hand when Constantine had given up the School Captain title to Shugo in a fight that Shugo had lost. But titles like that didn't matter in a lawless place like this.

Before Shugo could rush his opponent, his phone would begin ringing. Now normally he wouldn't pick up his phone in the middle of a fight, but there was a very particular ringtone playing, the one that served for his mansion. The boy would answer it quickly and be informed that there was an attack on the mansion, which had been serving as a refugee camp, by some bandits. The boy would put the phone back into his pocket and turn away.

"Jack. I know you and I don't get along. But see this to the end for me. I have to take care of something and I'm not going to waste time with this low life."

Shugo wanted so badly to shoot a glare to Vetis. The boy knew that it probably wasn't the best idea at the time. He would simply walk out of the bar and mount his motorcycle. Revving the engine, the boy would drive away.