Bored.. [ Open ]

The young man walked around the quiet town, wearing his regular attire.. A white T-shirt that had a drawing of Coffee at the middle... Then dark cargo pants and Lebron James shoes.. He strolled around the place as he arrived at a corner where what seemed to be a rich old business man getting mugged.. Hunter walked into the alley as the hoodlums yelled "Gonna be stupid and save the mother fucker?" a smirk appeared upon the young man's face as he shook his head and replied with a simple "No".. Such a simple word...

As the gang members tried to surround him mumbling in slang about mugging him as well.. Then boom... He disappeared from the sights of the lowlifes.. Appearing up in the air as he managed to quickly bring out his 9 Millimeter and "BANG"! Was the only sound to be heard, yet they all got shot in the chest with just one bullet.. Then flipping so that he would land on the ground.. The gun suddenly disappeared from his hand..

Hunter.. The man known as Dead Kennedy or the Silent Shooter managed to take 'em out that easily.. Of course, if they were experienced, they would've seen through the part that he used a quick almost impossible to notice flash bomb.. Which bought him enough time to jump in the air with his shoes which amplyfied his jumps.. Then the shot he fired.. It was merely a ricochet.. His target was a garbage lid that did the job..

The business man wanted to thank him, but then he brought his gun out again.. This time, pointed between the eyes of the man.. The gun almost touched the forehead of this man.. Then as he closed his eyes.. The geek sweated a river until "Bang" a fire was shot...

Then the man dropped dead... With his same old smirk... Hunter left that alley and went out to find more interesting victims..

*Domon followed the man out of the alley, having been hidden behind a trash can. He had hoped that the man would have kept moving, so he could have dispatched them and left... but he had killed them all! What kind of monster.. He thought back to his old life, when he had become obsessed with power, but even then he had been against such unnecessary violent actions. As he emerged from the alley, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts at this point, he called out to the man. Not even going to clean up after yourself!

Sairento had been tracing domon's spiritual pressure all day. The search had led him to be hopping from roof to roof in his gigai. He had heard one loud bang, followed by several smalelr ones. He knew the sound of a gunshot. He quickly hopped toward the sound, holding the mod soul in his hand, ready to intake it if needed. He heard one more "bang" before he reached his destination, A small alley. He looked down into the alley, seeing the bodies of gangmembers, and an old man. He sighed, his eyes going to the human that was walking away. He knew this man had to be responsible. But before he could yell out, he heard a familiar voice,"..not even going to clean up after yourself?" He sighed, realizing it was domon. Great time for him to show up, sairento thought to himself. He then lowered his spiritual pressure, waiting to see how this one played out.

The young man heard the voice of the newcomer and replied with his usual sadistic smirk "Of course not, mate.. You can handle it, can't cha? Also, what's your name? You look like a Joe" he said after examining the face of the newcomer.. The coldness soothed the young superhuman.. Considering Hunter being a man who liked the cold and loved days without sunlight and it so happened that today had almost no sunlight.. He scratched his head a bit and waited impatiently for the newcomer's reply..

Normally Hunter would just shoot his ass down, but he seemed rather interesting.. To boldly speak to a man that had just killed a couple of primitives.. DK then became really bored and crouched down, known for being impatient he couldn't handle waiting for the reply of this mysterious person.. Then he decided to add " Oh wait, are you a dude or are you a dudette? Cause I normally can't tell the difference on days like these.. Mind shedding some light, mate?" he spoke in a casual yet bored tone..

*Domon smiled, he could feel this mans evil aura from here. He had no compassion, and thus deserved none, but Domon would try to be at least polite. Sure, my name is Domon Ishson, and I am a male. Who, and what, are you? Also, care to shed some light on why you decided to wipe all of them out, aside from your lack of passion for your fellow man? His smile vanished, being replaced with a somewhat curiouslook. It was cold outside, and he must have looked foolish for simply wearing a pair of shorts, but if a battle came he wanted to be prepared.

Domon hoped that this would end well, perhaps he could find a chance for this man to be redeemed. He could feel that this man felt no guilt, however, leading him to suspect that he was a trained murderer, which seemed to be confirmed by the speed with which he had killed his victims, and the weapons he had used. Pistols were often the mark of an assassin, and these appeared to be well suited for the art.*

Sairento yawned, pushing the mod soul between his lips, swallowing slowly. He was pushed out of his gigai, the mod soul controlling it to walk down the roof stairs. He smiled as he watched the male's below.
Sairento silently sighed, his body shifting to allow him to push upwards in a leap. He pushed reitsu from the soles and arches of his feet to propel him higher into the air, gathering reitsu within his palm. He smiled as it formed a cero, ready for a battle if needed. He was sure to stay out of the sun light, so as to not cast a shadow upon the two male's below. His eyes stayed on the particularily dangerous looking male.