Cross Effects- The RP

[Arch-Magos Winter]

"You were trying to kill my family", Kiyoshi shouted back. "What did you expect?"

"And you were trying to kill me, so shut up and grab a first aid kit!"

'What do you mean by more than one key?'

Fool. Did you think the Boneyard was only a product of the Industrial Key? The Caul only of the Stigmata? You've only begun to see what I can let you do...

[Mordalfus Grea]

"Sod that.  I'm Law Unto Herself.  I don't need any 'protection'.  In fact, you'd better leave me alone or I'll clean your house in a way that'll make Frank Castle proud, and I doubt that you'd want that."

Joe beamed ever so slightly slightly, the fact that she knew of Frank Castle meant that Girly knew what he was and for the first time in months he was happy that he might just get a good fight out of this. Although he wasn't as much a rage monster as his 'brother' was but he did enjoy a good fight and to tell the truth he hadn't had to exert himself in months, it might be fun to finally let loose and cause some true property damage

"Also, if gangster and whatnot try to start trouble on my door step they'll either end up dead,"

'Looks like Blade missed one, though I bet she never made any noise that would bring the day-walker to her doorstep.' Joe thought as 'Girly' flashed her eyes at him, before his mind went on to a different track of mind 'I may just have to alter my usual deal concerning my typical insurance deal.'

"Of with a sudden impulse to go to the non corrupt police officers of this city and spill their guts about every little dirty secret and sin they've committed.  I'm not paying for something I have no bloody need of.  So sod off."

Joe blew out a cloud of smoke from his Cigar 'Patch would love these' he though briefly before addressing Girly once more

"You got guts Girly, I'll give you that much for certain and I'm betting that you know just what I am." Joe spoke a calm voice, ignoring the fact that she threatened him "So how about we make a new deal, you pay me just fifty bucks a month and I pay for all the utilities of your apartment in exchange."

He blew out a thick cloud of smoke and gave the landlady a smirk worthy of Patch "I am not a greedy man girly, I was willing to pay the kid Twenty Grand for killing his own target just because he cleaned up a loose end and I am willing to pay for said utilities in exchange for a good brawl once a month if you find this acceptable" Joe spoke at last with a hearty grin on his face "Even I need a good hearty brawl every now and then, I blame my heritage honestly enough." Joe admitting honestly before taking puff of the cigar

[Elf]

Lancer tilted his head, looked at Shuya as he heard the heavy noises.  His nose twitched as he smelled someone new in the house.  He looked at his friend, cocked his head, and said, "Let's go find out."

******

Archer grinned at Rin's impish smile as she beckoned him into the shower with her.  Warm water pelted on him as he joined Rin in the tiny stall, stepping behind her.  He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, a smile playing across his face.

"You know, I've thought about this for a very long time."

******

Forest turned towards Lawrence, Connor, Sakura and Kiyoshi.  She said, "There is a first aid kit in the first bathroom on the first floor under the sink.  There are meds in the medicine cabinet in that same bathroom.  If Lawrence needs stitches, let me know.  I've done enough meatball medicine in my day."

Then she turned back to Joe, listening to his words and his thoughts, which were crystal clear in their simplicity.

Apparently, she'd earned his respect.  For fifty bucks a month he'd pay her utilities, which, with this many people, could easily rack quadruple digits.   Not that the money was any problem for her, she wasn't that dense to see a good deal in front of her.  She grinned and replied, "I know what you are, and I'll take your deal."

She held out her hand to shake it, grinning, "And I'm not daft enough to challenge a Hulk.  I know my limits, but if you want a good spot of violence I've got a demi-god living here that knows all about inner rage monsters."  Then she gestured to his cigar and said, "One last thing, no smoking in the compound."

[Mordalfus Grea]

Joe sighed as he removed the cigar from his mouth and crushed it in one hand before shaking her hand with the other, he grinned slightly "A Demi-God? That should be a good brawl and maybe if we both have fun knock each other around I can challenge him to drinking contest" Joe said cheerfully, or a cheerful as a hulk could be, as he shook his hand gently

"Would you mind tell the brat with the peashooter to stand down? I may be a Hulk but I hate having to patch up hole in my suits because some dumbass tried to take a shot at me, last idiot ruined a perfectly good hand sewed fifteen grand suit tailored for my size when he tried to gun me down with a minigun he managed to acquire" There were few things in the world that Joe hated, among them was a perfectly good suit being ruined and he had sworn to gun down the guy that ruined his next suit personally until the guy resembled the suit he had ruined.

"It's a deal then Girly" Joe stated calmly as he released her hand after shaking it, he continued to address her as Girly due to him not knowing her name in the first place "Normally I'd smoke after a deal is made but your house, your rules" he stated calmly

[lantzblades]

Finding the medication Connor ran over scooped up Taiga slowly. "come on lass, you too Kiyoshi, upstairs, bring her chair." Connor explained running up the stairs to Sakura's room. Putting Taiga down  Connor carefully gave Sakura the pills and laid her down. " There" he sighed.

[Daiki]

Shuya followed Lancer and they reached the garage quickly. He made a grimace upon seeing the impacts in the car. "Ouch." He took a look at the scene, the tanned girl sitting on the ground, a bleeding Lawrence and a very big guy towering over Forest. The large man looked somewhat familiar, but that could wait.

 Last time he saw Forest, she was running to the kitchen. Sure, a bit of time had passed, but how the heck did she end up in another mess so quickly? The half-demon met the vampire's eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Thought you were dealing with a biohazard quarantine of sort, or, at least, tending to your guests, but here you are, surrounded once more by the rabble while still half naked."

He shook his head, as if he should have expected that much from her. Why are you always in middle of trouble? He added mentally.

He spared a side-glance to Lawrence and smiled. "See you met with the Landlady, Law." The man had been wounded by a blade, but the mixed blood grinned at him. Might have been the vampire or not. "Dunno what happened, but esteem yourself happy she didn't crack your nuts."

After the casual words, he turned to have both the Hulk and Angra Mainyu in sight.  His tone, less neutral this time. "Now, who the fuck are you both?"

[Arch-Magos Winter]

After the casual words, he turned to have both the Hulk and Angra Mainyu in sight.  His tone, less neutral this time. "Now, who the fuck are you both?"

"The half naked one claims to be Angra Mainyu, and the other one is Mr. Fixit, the Don." Lawrence said, shrugging. "And nah, the little kid did this to me. Watch his swords, they're sharp little bastards." Lawrence also finally hit the safety on the shotgun, and without much dignity collapsed on his ass, laying the shotgun on his lap, the Don's request reaching his ears. Well, that killed (no pun intended) his 'Acquire firepower' plan to deal with the Don. Seriously, a minigun?

"Oh, and I might be blacking out soon, so if I collapse, punch Connor for me will ya? Smarmy jackass..."

[Daiki]

The half naked one claims to be Angra Mainyu, and the other one is Mr. Fixit, the Don.

Angra Mainyu? Isn't that the evil thing Rider mentioned?

Shuya watched the woman, she sure looked out of place, but to be the embodiment of the world's evil was a bit... And the guy was a character out of comics? Come on. Shuya adopted a mocking tone. "Were you guys on your way to a party or somethin'?" Or maybe it was their way to celebrate Halloween, or whatever equivalent this place could have.

And nah, the little kid did this to me. Watch his swords, they're sharp little bastards.

"Kiyoshi? Brat sure is hot-blooded, gave me some minor cuts too." Shuya looked at Lawrence's arm. "Nothing as deep though."

Oh, and I might be blacking out soon, so if I collapse, punch Connor for me will ya? Smarmy jackass...

The swordsman nodded, a bit confused by the sudden request. "Don't mind, but who's that again?"

[Arch-Magos Winter]

The swordsman nodded, a bit confused by the sudden request. "Don't mind, but who's that again?"

"A serious asshole who claims to be the son of Cu Cuchulain, and stinks of extra dimensional monstrosity. Also the reason Tatoo's McGee is here." Lawrence splattered blood all over moving his arm. Looks like the kid had hit something important. Lawrence in the back of his mind knew he could come back from bleeding to death right now, but that didn't seem too pleasant an option.

'So, you mean, there's an Industrial Curse and stuff like that?'

Obviously. Not as bloody or murderous as I prefer...

[Cherry Lover]

As he walked out, he heard their former enemy speak.

"And you were trying to kill me, so shut up and grab a first aid kit!", he said.

"There is a first aid kit in the first bathroom on the first floor under the sink.  There are meds in the medicine cabinet in that same bathroom.  If Lawrence needs stitches, let me know.  I've done enough meatball medicine in my day", added Forest.

Kiyoshi didn't stop to respond, but he heard their comments. The cut to his arm did look quite nasty, and now Kiyoshi knew he was not a bad guy he felt that he should help the guy as much as possible. First, though, he was going to ensure the safety of his wheelchair-bound little sister.

He waited at the bottom of the stairs with Taiga whilst Connor went up to take Sakura to a room. When he returned, he bent down and picked Taiga out of her wheelchair. This time, though, she did not attempt to attack him, instead just accepting the act. He turned to Kiyosghi and spoke.

"come on lass, you too Kiyoshi, upstairs, bring her chair", he said, before running up the stairs with Taiga in hand.

Kiyoshi bent down and folded up the wheelchair, his small body unable to easily carry it in its normal form. Once he was finished, he did as instructed and walked slowly up the stairs carrying the chair. Once he reached the top, he followed Connor into the room where Sakura was resting, placed the chair down and set it back into its useable form.

"OK, I'm going to go find some bandages for that guy. I did cut his arm, after all. I'll be back in a minute", he said, before leaving the room and going to get the first-aid kit.

He walked down the stairs and entered the room once more.

"Here you go", he said, attempting to hand the kit to the man. "I don't know much first-aid, most of my family can heal theirselves with magic anyway, but here's the kit at least."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Here you go", he said, attempting to hand the kit to the man. "I don't know much first-aid, most of my family can heal theirselves with magic anyway, but here's the kit at least."

"Thanks, and it's probably a good time to learn now, before you start stabbing people who are trying to save reality from assholes and monsters." Popping open the kit with a single hand, Lawrence rummaged inside. "You cut deep kid - nothing too bad but Jesus Fuck this will bleed for a while. And it'll probably stitches. I'll heal up in a bit." His hand found the gauze and bandage roll with a little rummaging, pulling them out. "Just keep pressure on it for now with the gauze while I find the needles and fishing line so Forest can work her magic." Lawrence shifted his arm so the wound was easier to access, before depositing the gauze in Kiyoshi's hand, and looking for the needle and thread - hell a fish hook with the barb shaved off would work at this point.

[Daiki]

A serious asshole who claims to be the son of Cu Cuchulain, and stinks of extra dimensional monstrosity. Also the reason Tatoo's McGee is here.

"Another asshole for the team, then," he noted with humor. Shuya weighed for a second if he should go without cigarettes for the rest of the night. He was a pretty heavy smoker but luckily for him, it didn't seem to diminish his own condition. Of course, lung cancer was always a possibility, but there was about zero chances for him to reach that far in life.

He was about to go search for a tobacconist when he saw Kiyoshi arriving with what looked like a first aid kit. He watched with a faint smile how the kid would deal with his mistake, and probably first time really hurting someone.

Obviously, Lawrence wasn't in the best mood, he was bleeding like a pig, after all. Shuya approached the Sin-Eater and took the guy's valid hand and guided it on his wounded arm. "Don't only apply pressure around the wound. Try higher on the arm too, there, see, above the elbow, that's a main artery." He gave Lawrence a smirk. "Had to treat my own by myself," he said gesturing for his missing limb.

The mixed blood pondered if it was a good idea to scold the kid for what he had done. Kiyoshi had a strong sense of justice and a will to truly protect his people. But it was too extreme, the child clearly didn't think before acting, and in the end it would cost him either his life or push him to kill someone innocent at one point. Shuya, grimaced. Why nobody in this family corrected him on that? It wasn't difficult to be strict. Bloody too loving parents spoiled their children in the worst way possible.

If Rider didn't have the courage to tell him what was wrong in it, the mixed blood would make the point across without holding back.

"Nice job, Kiyoshi, you almost severed the arm. But next time, you should aim for the elbow or right on the wrist where it's easier to cut. It also makes it more painful for the person." He gave him a dark smile. "Granted, you're still pretty good. You went right on the guy without hesitation. Congrats. Not much killers have the guts you showed. Maybe we should work together? Everyone starts by hurting people for the right reasons like protecting their kin, but I'm sure you'll come around in no time and get yourself a nice score as a murderer..." He paused on purpose. "I'm sure your parents and Rider will be proud to learn about how you almost caused a guy to bleed to death. That's the kind of hero, I would like to see more often, at least."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

It had to be Infrastructure. It had to be a trap but... Raul couldn't let this opportunity go. Then again, he wasn't exactly Raul was he?  Raul was simply the mask he wore, a comfortable one that any Demon would have. Safe, well established, deep enough that the God Machine would have trouble routing it out even if it was temporarily blown, and his.

Though he wasn't a he... was he? But he identified as he, so it was a he. Being a genderless being had its difficulties when it came to pronouns.

Raul moved slowly. Moscow Rules. Fuck the Moscow Rules. They were useful yes, but in a situation like this, more like guidelines. The few Angels he'd spotted, he'd engaged and killed before they blew their Cover to hunt him. They'd never seen him coming. He was an assassin before the fall, and an assassin he was after. Better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven. Better to make this Hell than return to Heaven.

Better to hunt than be hunted. Walking into a deserted alley, Raul began to remove his Cover. Risky, but if this was a trap, they'd detect him anyway. His silvery form twisted his way out of its mortal constraints, metallic wings spreading out and carrying him aloft. The barrier presented before his entrance to the castle was laughable in how easy it was to slip through, and into the Infrastructure itself. If this was the best defense the God Machine could bring against the Fallen, then it deserved to be overthrown.

He anchored himself to a wall, looking down below at the court yard. Large. Intimidating. And patrolling by the gates - Angels. Angels in the shape of knights, forged for battle. Angels, patiently waiting for war. Angels, who's sole purpose would likely to be to hunt him and his kind down without mercy, respite, or even emotion or thought.

His glowing 'eyes' focused on his first target, a single automaton below. Let it come, let it test itself against him. Let them follow. Let the rest fall before his blades. Hell was waiting for him, but for them there would be no such salvation.

[Cherry Lover]

Kiyoshi frowned at the man's comment. His own mother had once been a "monster", what would happen if he came across her?

"Connor isn't a monster, though, and it's not my fault that you made a mistake and attacked him in cold blood. What if you suddenly decide that my mother is monster...? Would you try to murder her too?"

Still, despite the man's attitude, Kiyoshi continued to assist him with his first aid. After all, even if he was a moron, he didn't deserve to die for it, and Kiyoshi did feel somewhat guilty about cutting him. As instructed, he pressed the gauze whilst the man searched through the bag for something to sew his arm up.

But, then, he heard the "bad guy" from before speak up, and froze.

"Nice job, Kiyoshi, you almost severed the arm. But next time, you should aim for the elbow or right on the wrist where it's easier to cut. It also makes it more painful for the person." He gave him a dark smile. "Granted, you're still pretty good. You went right on the guy without hesitation. Congrats. Not much killers have the guts you showed. Maybe we should work together? Everyone starts by hurting people for the right reasons like protecting their kin, but I'm sure you'll come around in no time and get yourself a nice score as a murderer..." He paused on purpose. "I'm sure your parents and Rider will be proud to learn about how you almost caused a guy to bleed to death. That's the kind of hero, I would like to see more often, at least."

I don't want to be a murderer, thought Kiyoshi.

"I would never work with someone like you", Kiyoshi spat. "If someone is trying to kill my family then I will defend them, but unlike you I do not enjoy killing or hurting people. And, plus, bad guys like you deserve it. You hurt innocent and kind people like my mother and Aunty Rider and then try to claim we can't fight back.

As for what my parents would think, you don't know my parents. I'm sure they wouldn't want me to kill someone, but he had a loaded gun in his hands and I had to deal with it before he got a shot in. And, had I not acted Connor would be dead. If they were here I'm sure they would see that I made the right choice", he added, the anger clear in his voice.

But, despite what he was saying, Shuya's mock approval and the fact that he had nearly killed a man had shaken him. He had always seen things as clear-cut. Bad guys had to die, good guys should be protected at all costs. But, yet, he had just almost killed someone who wasn't a bad guy. He was sure his parents wouldn't judge him for what he had done, but nor would they likely be too pleased about it.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Lawrence gave the kid a look similar to the one of a father that would have to explain to his paraplegic daughter her dreams of becoming a ballerina were not possible.

"Kid, you're too young to see all the shades of fucking grey this world has. Sometimes, people need to do horrible, horrible things, because that's what they do. Sometimes because they want to do it, sometimes because they need to do it, and sometimes because there's no other option. Does this make them bad people? Fuck no, they just drew the short straws. There aren't that many people who you can actually call bad in this world kid. If you don't get that you're gonna drive yourself to the point where the 9mm retirement plan looks like the best option. And Connor needs to get some teeth punched in for being stupid enough to walk around like that. He's lucky he did run into a mage. Prick wouldn't have stood a chance. As for your mother... if she's a monster yes. If she isn't, no. Think a little bit before you ask a dumbass question like that."

He continued applying pressure as Shuya had instructed. He couldn't believe the man had cut off his own damn arm. Crazy bastard.

"And you're really really fucking lucky that you knocked it away in that specific direction. Otherwise... I'd probably have taken the head off one of the girls, and you'd be the reason why. You fucking idiot." Lawrence resisted the urge to stop applying pressure and smack the brat upside the head.

Just do it... it won't kill you...

'But this bloodloss could if I don't deal with it. Maybe we can get some energy off Tats McGee?'

"And what about your own damn head? Think before you pull stupid shit like that."