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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 7, 2011 10:10:10 GMT -5
Jack of Blades, in his human disguise walked along the Main Street of Urbadelphia in broad daylight with a gang of thugs walking behind them, they all carried bars and pipes and some of the more extreme members of the groups had knives on the insides of their jackets. Jack walked at the front with a smirk on his face as he watched the majority of people simply move out of their way, he reminisced on just how these people had come to follow him...
A old abandoned warehouse filled with people, most of them young men and teenagers. They were all members of a local gang as was evident by the amount of purple they all wore, Jack grabbed one of the large slide doors and noisily pulled it open, causing all inside to turn around and look at him suspiciously. Walking in casually he stopped in front of the crowd.
"What do you want brat?!" one of them spat before squinting at Jack who kept a neutral expression "Me?" he asked in his cold voice "You. All of you, I want all of you, to follow me." His request was met by raucous laughter before one of the gang members stepped before him "You challenging Mullet, kid?" Jack simply tilted his head to the side "Mullet? Who's that, I wonder..." a big tattooed man who wore his namesake mullet on his head stepped forwards.
"I'm Mullet..." the topless man rumbled "And if you want all these boys to follow you, well you're gonna' have to go through me" he sneered at Jack who simply shrugged "Okay." he muttered and took a step towards the big man who gave a throaty chuckle "He's got balls guys!" he yelled to a raucous laughter from those around him. The big man threw a punch towards Jack but the disguised demon lord simply side stepped and grabbed the larger man's wrist, swinging a leg to the back of Mullet's knee, the gang leader fell to the ground.
Jack grabbed his shoulders and heaved him up so he sat on his makeshift stage where Mullet gave his speeches, his legs dangling down with the heels of his feet resting against the floor "I wonder..." Jack said as a knife suddenly slid out of his sleeve "If you can lead a gang in a wheelchair" he hopped up into the air and brought his entire weight down onto Mullet's knees, the big man screamed in pain as his kneecaps snapped in two and his legs were suddenly angled the wrong way, pools of blood seeped out of the mans jeans as Jack smiled. He leaped up again, this time landing on the gang leaders chest, another snap as a few rips cracked and another screech of pain that seemed almost inhuman.
Jack raised a boot and pushed Mullet's head to the side and gently placed the sole of his foot against his temple, suddenly the big man had his hand raised, sobbing "No! No! No more, please! Mercy!" Jack sneered and still standing on Mullet he turned to the gang behind him "I guess I win..." they all looked scared at the sight before them "So, you will all follow me?" he pointed the knife at the group "Or do I need to start making examples?" the group suddenly shook their heads and bowed to Jack "Good..." he muttered before turning to Mullet "Unfortunately, I have no time for cripples... And cowards" he jumped up one more time, and landed on Mullet's head, killing him instantly.
Stepping down from the corpse he walked over to the couch that acted as some sort of throne and took a seat, his first move had been made in this game, he had acquired himself a name on the streets, the next goal was to make his name known to the general public and media, and there was only one way to do that...
The gang had been sauntering through the Main Street pushing anyone out of their way and generally being a nuisance to everyone, anyone who stood up to them was beat down, and the police had yet to respond. Yet Jack knew they would be coming, the bloody do-gooders who inhabited this town, but that was fine. They were how he was going to make his name.
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Post by Riku Nomura on Nov 7, 2011 15:20:22 GMT -5
"Sometimes I wonder why I meet the crazy ones..." Riku thought as he walked up to the pale kid. "Haven't seen you before. You new around here?" Riku could feel evil just seeping out of this person almost as if he was The Devil himself. Not showing this he mentally prepared himself for a fight and hoping it wouldn't as he could do without a trip to the hospital today.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 7, 2011 15:28:06 GMT -5
One of Jack's gang members took a step forwards as if to defend his leader but the Jack of Blades simply raised his arm and stopped the man from moving forwards "You could say something of the sort..." he said in his cold voice. He could feel the cold metal of the daggers up his sleeve ready to be unleashed and many more on the inside of his jacket. "My name is Jack, and these are The Blades" he motioned to his gang who were wearing an assortment of black and red "And who would you be?"
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Post by Riku Nomura on Nov 7, 2011 15:37:54 GMT -5
"Name's Riku. I see your taking your gang out for a stroll, I could care less." Riku said. He was not impressed by his arsenal of thugs but he couldn't ignore the feeling of danger coming from this guy...
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 7, 2011 15:46:26 GMT -5
Jack chuckled slightly "I apologize if we're disrupting this city and all of it's lovely inhabitants, but, we need breathing space to speak it so plainly" he spread his arms and gave Riku a dark grin, the rest of the gang chuckled before Jack motioned for the silver-haired boy to move aside "Now you'd best be on your way before it is you that we suck into our lungs" the smile dropped off his face, suddenly deadly serious.
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Post by Riku Nomura on Nov 7, 2011 15:52:14 GMT -5
"For now. I don't what is about you but I'm watching you and your thugs and if you try something, I'll be at your necks in a heartbeat." Riku opened a portal of darkness and entered it before it dissipated.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 7, 2011 16:04:43 GMT -5
Jack simply laughed at the boy as he left and simply turned back to The Blades behind him "Hear that boys? If we start causing trouble this kids gonna' try and kill us all!" Jack glared, his mismatched eyes glowing with mania "Now let's go do what we came here to do..." with that, they all pulled bandana's and such over their mouths, Jack pulled out a grey mask with red intricate designs (A false copy of his actual mask) over his face and they all pulled out cans of spray paint.
They moved towards the high street shops and started spraying over the windows with bright red spray paint, most of it just basic, swift designs, some writing the words 'The Blades' others 'Fear The Jack' and many just drawing lines over corporate images. Jack's game had begun, now he had to wait for the other players to make a move.
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Post by Lea on Nov 7, 2011 17:46:57 GMT -5
The blonde man in the black bandanna watched as the new gang marched their way through town.
It ate at his nerves, it did. These punks needed to be taught some manners - and it was up to them, Seifer and his Scarves, to do it. He looked back at his lieutenants, then at the group gathered behind him, and grinned.
Let's school these little shits in respect, huh, gang?
A hungry chuckle rippled through them.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Quickly, he stepped out of the alleyway that served as one of Urbadelphia's many hidden shortcuts behind a gang member. A quick karate chop to the back of the head, and he went down. Seifer grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out into the street.
Hey, you! Missing someone?
He lifted the guy into the air with only slight effort, dangling him like a doll.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 7, 2011 18:03:36 GMT -5
Jack stopped in his tracks upon hearing the voice call out, turning round to face Seifer he removed his fake mask and slipped it inside his jacket as he looked at the gang member he held in his hand "Well, well..." he muttered in his icy cold voice "Aren't you brave hmm?" he tilted his head to his gang "Blades..." he said "Continue wrecking the place, this one's mine..." they nodded obediently despite the demon lord only being in power for a few hours and continued to graffiti the nearby buildings but tried to keep an eye on the action.
Jack sighed at Seifer "Bravery is however, so overrated..." he took a step towards the gang leader and held his arm out menacingly "Besides, I think you'll find it is you who is missing someone" behind Seifer, one of his gang members clutched at his throat, an ornately carved hilt of a knife was sticking out of the young man's neck, and he gagged as he collapsed to the floor... Blood pooling around his neck. Jack gave a chuckle and looked back to Seifer "I hope you're more interesting..." he muttered "He didn't even see the knife coming..."
He took a step towards the gang leader and held his arm out menacingly... The knife flew from his sleeve, to his palm and out of his hand in the blink of an eye... And then into the gang members throat, right behind Seifer...
Jack effortlessly flicked his wrist and another dagger flew into his palm almost as if from nowhere "I'm rather good with knives..." he muttered, dropping the dagger onto the side of it's hilt in his palm and holding his hand palm up, the blade just spinning like a deadly roulette wheel, the point shifting between Jack and Seifer, before eventually landing on the latter "They don't call me 'The Jack of Blades' for no reason you know..."
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Post by Lea on Nov 7, 2011 18:11:29 GMT -5
Seifer snorted in derision.
Ooh, fancy title. What, am I supposed to be some kinda impressed or something?
He jerked his head to the girl standing behind him. She wasn't much younger than he was, and wore an eyepatch.
Knock those blades out of the sky if they come close.
"Yes," she responded, and wind swirled around her.
I doubt my lieutenant's abilities startle you. You've got a nasty reek to you. I hate that kind of thing... why don't I just wipe my nose of your stench and be done with it, hmm?
He took a fighting stance, a knife appearing out of the back of his shirt, almost too fast to follow.
How's about me and your little pet gang settle this here and now, huh? This city's Scarves territory! If I have to, I'll beat that lesson into each and every goddamn one of you!
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 7, 2011 18:26:32 GMT -5
There were a few gasps as Seifer took his stance, just behind him, a few of Jack's Blades had flanker around behind the Scarves and sliced into two of his men before retreating back into the alleyways. Jack watched on amused "Seifer if you plan to fight me with a knife then yes, you should be very impressed." Looking across at the Scarves, Jack spoke aloud to himself "They have the advantage of halfers... Yet we have numbers, and me... I certainly top the scales somewhat"
Ironically, Jack was one of the few demon lords who didn't discriminate against Halfers but still, the game had to be played "The pawns must go first I suppose..." he muttered, waving a small group of gang members forwards to rush Seifer and the Scarves. Jack had actually slipped in amongst them, unknowingly pushing himself to the front lines, hopefully, past Seifer without him knowing.
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Post by Lea on Nov 9, 2011 8:40:25 GMT -5
He'd been keeping an eye on the enemy gang leader, making sure he didn't try anything; when the group rushed forward, he almost lost the man, but that distinctive hair caught his eye just in time.
Oh no you don't.
He hooked out a foot around Jack's ankles, signalling his Scarves to engage the other Blades.
Keep 'em busy! And watch out for those knives of theirs, I'm not gonna waste my valuable time running you to the hospital. You get cut, it's your own damn fault.
He may seem cold, but he did genuinely care about his gang. Not that you'd ever get Seifer to admit it. Turning his gaze back to Jack, he grinned.
Let's play, huh?
He was on Jack in a second, his knife lancing out in an easily-blocked stab meant more to test his opponent than do real damage.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 9, 2011 10:26:39 GMT -5
Jack raised his blade and parried the strike away "Play?" he laughed at the prospect of himself playing a game with this entire city with maybe only Izaya being the one who knows it. "You should know, boy..." he said despite Seifer appearing to be older than him "When I play, I play for keeps" he motioned and The Blades charged forwards.
Unlike his counter-part, Jack had no care for the lives of the gang. They were just a small unit of some of their weaker fighters, still formidable, but weaker than the other members. Jack's aim right now was to make a name for himself, what better way to do that than send some of his gang members on a death mission? Soon everyone would know his name. Raising his knife he played with the blade, spinning it around, making small throws and catches, and even sometimes feigning to throw the weapon at Seifer.
"Now then..." he muttered "Shall we get this over with? I fancy mounting your head on my wall sooner rather than later."
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Post by Lea on Nov 9, 2011 11:26:46 GMT -5
Feh. You stink like demon; of course you play for keeps, wise guy.
He watched as his Scarves met the Blades in battle. He'd picked his most trusted members for this mission, kids who knew there was a serious possibility they could die, and thrived on that. They would make mincemeat of these half-trained idiots.
You've got a buncha fancy tricks, there, Demon. Tricks and fancy throws don't mean you can fight when it comes to it. I'm gonna love learning if your tricks are all you've got!
And then Seifer was awhirl. With his reflexes, he was quite possibly the best knife fighter in Urbddelphia, and he loved to test his skill with the blade. He wished he could've brought his (very illegal) sword, but the last time that had shown up at a gangfight, it had almost gotten submitted into evidence, so he was keeping the baby at home for now.
Knives would work. Knives were almost just as good. 'Sides, he couldn't wait to wipe the smirk off of this punk's face!
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 9, 2011 11:31:30 GMT -5
Jack continued flipping and spinning the knife, effortlessly dodging all of Seifer's attacks as he did so. He'd spent longer than this child had been alive fighting with knives so of course he'd learnt how to fight against them and what their weaknesses were, still, he was not going to take any chances. Jack never took chances.
He watched as his gang members were torn to shreds and simply chuckled, still dodging all of the swipes coming from his opponent. Then, suddenly he brought his knife up and locked his opponent's blade against his, the screeching sound of metal against metal resounded throughout the street as Jack leaned in close to Seifer's face "I'm sorry..." he said "I thought you were going to make this interesting..."
With that he broke the lock and jumped back from his opponent, continuing to play with his knife whilst another one flicked into his free left hand. Smirking across at Seifer he started to juggle the weapons between each hand and simply glared across at the gang leader, waiting for him to make his next move.
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