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Black Darkness

The darkness is my world, as is the shadows that I walk. The Void is my

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Black Fox

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NAME= Black Darkness [[ True name is Sandar Tou Savage ]]

TO BE CALLED= Dark while he is male, but when he switches to his female side he is known as Sandy.

DATE OF BIRTH= February 14, 1990

AGE= 24

GENDER= Male/Female

CATEGORY= Japanese/American. ((Hermaphrodite))

SEXUALITY= Bisexual

EYE COLOR= Bottomless Black / Onyx

HEIGHT= 6' 6"

BUILD/WEIGHT= tall lean and muscled 175 lbs.

SKIN COLOR/RACE= Pale with a Japanese look to him.

HAIR COLOR/CUT= Long Black Hair, Sometimes thin braids.

WEAPONS OF CHOICE= Twin Rugger SR 1911 CMD. Twin Walther P22 .22LR with Gemteck Outback Suppressors. Custom Made 50 cal. Sniper Rifle with Silencer. Twin Black Legion Bio-hazard Double Blades with Sheaths. Twin Shinwa Pearl Maroon Samurai katana Swords.

VEHICLE= Jaguar Motorcycle. "Night Shadow"

POWER'S/ABILITIES= SKILLS/STRENGTHS= Semi ok with handguns, but never misses his mark, standing or moving. Sharp Shooter with Custom Sniper Rifle, Hunter and Tracker. Deadly with Blades of any type, both short and long. Hand to Hand Street Brawler, Some Martial Arts, Master in JHR also known as Jail House Rock or 52 Hand Blocks with Hybrid Martial Arts and Jeet Kune Do. Wind Chun. Plain and Simple - Deadly Street fighter. Sub stander Medical Knowledge, Knows how to stitch, cauterize wounds, along with Medical Knowledge of the Human body to deal devastation damage. Park-our is highly effectuate.

WEAKNESS= Rapists, Pedo's, Needles "Hates Shots" Uncleaned Weapons. Stupid People.

HOBBIES= Cleaning Weapons, Reading, Practicing JHR/Hybrid M.A and Jeet Kune Do, Wind Chun and Park-our. Loves the Outdoors, riding his Motorcycle and Wooded area's.

OCCUPATION= Assassin For Higher.

HISTORY/BACKGROUND= Hanna Pittman fell in love with Shin Tou Savage, an up and coming member of the Savage Nomads, she was the daughter of a Pastor in the South of Bronx on Fox Street, New York. Here Shin Tou and Hanna lived and in 1990 Sandar Savage was born. The shock of his birth was one that had put both Shin and Hanna on the Medical Records. Considering their son was also their daughter. Hermaphrodite. A rare medical dysfunction of the body. But instead of having their child being one sex they kept him just the way he was for they loved him just as much as before they found out. Than in 1993 Shin Tou died in a Gang War with a rival gang, so Hanna, with 3 yr old Sandar, moved back with her father and re-emerged herself into the Good Girl lifestyle she fled from.

Two yrs later on his 5th birthday Sandar's mom died of cancer and his Grandfather, Pastor Phillip Pittman, became his Guardian, but it was a hellish life. A life he hated with his whole being. For he was beaten until unconscious, his anger became hatred and rage mixed with fear, but the beatings soon progressed to molestation than rape by the time he turned 7. During the whole time his mother was alive his secret had been kept from his Grandfather, until that fateful night when his Grandfather found out just exactally what his grandson was.

Phillip Pittman was the Pastor for South Bronx Community Church and a well loved Pastor by his Parish, but none knew of the vileness hidden behind closed doors at home. Thus he kept his Grandson's secret to himself, knowing that Sandar wouldn't tell anyone about anything in fear of everything coming out. Thus he was able to keep his grandson by his side and enjoy him to his hearts content.

Sandar was a very smart boy with deadly memories, Photographic memory, he would retreat by reading everything he could get his hands on, from Comics to Medical Books, To Worlds Brightest Minds. He became top of his class but wasn't an outgoing or clingy child, to independent and closed. At 12 yrs of age, in 2002, Sandar ran away from his Grandfather's home and swore he would be back to avenge himself.

While on the streets he encountered the Savage Nomads and rekindled a bound with Sammy "Bloody" Tellite an underdog of the Gang that had been friends with his father. Sammy took Sandar under his wing, more so after learning of his home life and taught him Self Defense, Knife fighting and care. Everything he learned or saw was packed away in specialized files in his mind allowing him to learn more than normal people. Soon it came to Sammy's attention that Sandar was a natural at physical fighting and bladed weapons.

Thus when Sandar turned 14 he was introduced to Sensie Cho Ming and blew through what he was taught but never went for his Mastery. When he turned 16, in 2006, Sandar, now known as Dark, paid a visit to his grandfather. With the medical knowledge he had read in books, Dark made sure his "loving" Grandfather stayed alive as he tortured him, making him an Eunuch and for the last took his hands from him. In the end, because of the abuse he had suffered at Phillips hands, the Courts sent him 2 to 5 yrs in Juvie where he meet Jimmy Burban who's father had taught him JHR and learned it along with Hybrid Martial Arts from Stan Franks.
Two days after his 18th birthday Dark was released on good behavior and with a High School diploma and a Collage degree in Business Finances. He returned to the Savage Nomads, who had learned what he had done and welcomed him home. Sammy only hugged him and became his Go Between Man from the S. N's. For hard to do or very exstream difficult jobs, Dark became the man for those jobs. From 2008 to 2012, Dark was their silent assassin.

Than tragedy struck 10th of April, 2013. Sammy "Bloody" Tellite was mugged and murdered, no one knew who did the deed but Dark lost it and went on the hunt for those who did it, learning that it was an initiation into a new Gang by the order of a Fredrick Hanson of the Golden Spades. When it was learned that their members were being killed off one by one and never learning who was doing it, they went into hiding, bat lot that did them as Dark dealt with them until the night, in July, Friday the 13th, 2014, Dark found Fredrick and his right hand man, Dan the Bloody and put a bullet through both their heads at a hundred yards.

Using the Custom made 50 cal Sniper Rifle, silencer intact that Sammy was having specially made for him. With that side job done, the Savage Nomads let Dark go and told him he would always have a home with them. At 24 and an enthusiastic biker with his new found love of his Jaguar Motorcycle, Dark has headed out to create a new life for himself, never knowing that his life would change even more than what it already has and that is something that he never expected. How far changed you ask? He never expected to be alive let alone live for years.

So begins...

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Normally a carefree fun loving guy, Sandar's open features that held a smile more times than not for his friends and family, was now blank his black eyes cold and dead as he made his way through The Undermarket which was held in the back alleys and out of sight of civilians and their every day workings, his black eyes flickering over each individual he came across searching for his mark his, which he had been given limited information on but that didn't matter to him since he was actually good when it came to completing a mission, his thoughts running over every type of scenario that could happen when he finally found him. Moving silently through the crowded Undermarket slipping around a frightened mother struggling with a bag full of goods while holding onto the hand of her child, while two men slipped through the crowd behind her their looks not friendly at all but than again there was nothing he could do bout that since he didn't have time to safe her or her child, letting a silent prayer out that they both would be safe. Pausing after exiting from the crowd of shoppers, the scent of the stall's had him wrinkling his nose considering raw fish, raw meat and different types of spices all together didn't smell good, but there were several stalls saleing several other items that you couldn't get in regular Markets; his black eyes locking on his mark who was chatting with a stall owner his four guards stood at least a foot behind him. A smirk curved his lips as he watched him get angry with the stall owner his guards shifting as they kept watch. Moving to his left he caught sight of a young pick pocket who was eyeing a couple infront of him and moved up beside him snatching his arm just as he reached for the woman's purse and shook his head when he opened his mouth to deny what he was about to do. "Shhh. I don't care what you were going to do. I need your help with a distraction." he stated as he made his way through the crowd his eyes still kept tabs on where his Mark still stood arguing with the Stall owner. Turning he smiled down at the kid and held up a roll of money so he could see it. "Go to the Food stall and set it on fire, make sure the fire spreads but doesn't do to much damage before it can be put out." he said keeping a hold of the roll when the kid reached for it. "Yah...ok." he said only to grin as he took the roll stuffed it into his pocket and took off towards the Food stall while Sandar slipped back through the crowd until he reached the Bakery Stall beside the Weapon's Stall looking over the goods while chatting with the female saleing her goods, all the while keeping an eye out on his mark and his Guards only to smirk when sudden shouts of fire rang out and the pandamoniom erupted as the crowed panicked.

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Turning his attention to the crowd he watched as everyone ran in different directions even as they surged between the Guards and his mark, separating them which he was hoping for. "Perfect." he murmured as he leaped over the Bakery stall's counter through the back and out leaving an opening between the Bakery and Weapons stalls and his mark who was pressed up against the wall behind him yelling at his Guards as they tried to force their way through the surging crowd. Silently he moved down the tight walk way behind the two stalls until he slid up behind his mark grabbed him about the waist with his left arm even as his right hand clamped across his mouth stopping his reflexive shout and hauled him back further into the shadows where he added pressure upon face and snapped his right arm backwards, a resounding crack echoing as his neck snapped. Slowly he let his body drop to the ground his black eyes flickering over his face seeing his wide open eyes staring at nothing before he stepped over his body and slipped back out into the open the shouts of chaos still going on as both the Food stall and now the Clothing stall burned while the Owners shouted and a train of water was being tossed on both of them. Silently he made his way back into the crowed giving the Bakery owner a smile and nod dropping a small roll of bills on her counter and snatched up several rolls before drifting through the crowd as they settled down and leaned back against a Spice stall to eat the rolls his eyes watching the four Guards as they finally broke free of the crowd and searched for their Boss. His lips curved up into a smile when he heard shouts coming from behind the Weapon's stall and two Guards came running out their heads snapping from side to side as if searching for something or possibly someone, the crowded Undermarket didn't even allow them to find what they were searching for even as the fire was slowly put out the damage to both stall's was minimal and as he looked around he saw that there were several frightened and worried customers but there were no fallen body's let alone any dead from the trampling of the panicked crowed. "Well...except for the unexplained death." he murmured to himself as he licked the glaze from the rolls off his fingers as he slipped back into the crowd and headed back down the alleyway that lead to the entrance to the Undermarket, which would bring him back up into Gambit's Bar. He slipped his hands into his pockets as he moved silently through the Bar and out the door, whistling softly even as he pulled out his flip phone opened it and scrolled down to the contact numbers and hit the first one bringing up Message's. ""Mark is taken care of. Will be home soon."" With that sent he headed for the open parking lot where he had left Shadow parked.

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Upon reaching the Parking lot, A sudden sharp voice escapes from the direction of the Motocycle, It appears that a man is sitting on it, Watching him approach "You know... Its very rude to just go around killing people" The figure leans forward into the light revealing a scarred, smiling face. The scar is terrifying, covering his entire face, Its shaped as a claw so Its clear that he was not injured by a human "There are plenty of people that closely observe The Undermaket, They dont really appreciate someone stepping on their toes" His smile suddenly widens "But its nice to have a new pawn in the game"

He leans back once again obscuring himself in the darkness "Still... Some people really wont appreciate that i allowed you to murder on their grounds... So what do you say, How should we deal with this predicament?" Even with his face completely hidden, You can almost feel his smile trough the shadows

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Onyx eyes narrowed when he heard the voice but nothing showed on his face as he paused under the light his black hair hanging loose down his back and hands still in his pockets as he stared at the male sitting on his bike, uncaring for the fact that the claw marks that marred his features were those not of the human variety. "Even if it seemed rude, a job is a job. You go where the Mark goes. Even if it's the Undermarket." he stated coolly his voice smooth and liquid, almost haunting in its own way. "I've seen people go where they aren't meant to go and still succeed in doing what they were meant to do. Now if you don't mind, please remove yourself from Shadow." his onyx eyes were like black chipped ice.

"Who say's I'm a pawn in some game?" His question seemed to echo as he stood there watching him, his lean muscled body in a loose stance that belied the fact that he was quick and deadly. "How about you forget this little set back in the Undermarket and walk away. I really don't care what other's think about me following my Mark into such a place and leaving him for dead. Specially considering the bastard wasn't a Member of Undermarket."

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The figured leaned back a tiny bit it seems he is looking towards the sky instead "Hoho... How cold you are, Really Like a deadly assassin. Those eyes you posses are easily what you would call, Spooky" The same feeling, Like his smile is cutting trough the darkness, Appears again "But you see, The guys in the Undermarket, The Head-Honchos so to say Really dont like some random guy killing their business, So i cant just ignore you.. That would endanger me aswell"

He suddenly stands off the Motorcycle brushing himself off "Shadow eh? nice one" He walk towards you revealing himself. His equipment seems almost.. Medieval, A heavy tunic made out off fur and leather and a Longsword strapped to his side, he seems to posses no other weapons.. Except from the suspiciously many pockets covering his armor "So let me ask again, How should we deal with this predicament? His smile remains as big as ever

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#, as written by hoen
The undermarket was an interesting prospect, a haven billed as a bazaar fit for assassins, thieves, smugglers, and even the stray scholar. Hoen Naith found himself chasing a lead on some half-forgotten tome that might serve to further his quest for knowledge. A black ivy cap tucked low shielded the upper portions of his face from passersby as Hoen made his way through the undermarket. Just a few minutes shy of his destination Hoen's false eye, capable of viewing the bloodflow of those around him, caught glimpse of a fresh cessation of lifeforce. Ever the inquisitive predator, Hoen made way, casually, towards the fresh cadaver.

A blood mage always needs materials. And Hoen, like the rest of his guild, can only manipulate the blood of the dead. So, barring his gut to avoid the situation entirely, he approached the tight space where our fresh corpse lay. In the moments before guards became alert and just after Sandar made his egress Hoen began the extraction process. Rather quick. A slice here and there and the blood would flow quite readily into the few empty spheres Hoen was able to present. An easy transaction, and worth it in the long run.

The lead could wait. It was probably a dead end anyway. Hoen was unfamiliar with the area as a whole, but he knew enough to gather that anyone willing to kill in the undermarket might be a heavy enough hitter to know somebody who would actually get some traction going on his quest for knowledge. So he calls upon his false eye again. Who among this crowd is excited? Whose adrenaline is pumping? And among that lot, who is attempting to leave the undermarket?

It took very little time to identify Sandar among the sample given the criteria. A pursuit. Casual. You don't want your mark to know they're being followed, least of all if they've just murdered somebody. Minutes pass.

"Who say's I'm a pawn in some game?"

Words bounce across the surface of an otherwise empty parking lot. Who is this man talking to? For now, Hoen, the inquisitive sleuth, ducks behind a group of nearby parked vehicles to observe.

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A sigh slipped from Dark as he brushed his hair back from his face, which a sudden gust of breeze had blown it across his face, obscuring his features for several seconds, his thoughts twisting around everything the male before him spoke of not really caring that his voice or his words were cold and hard. His life wasn't normal, it never was from the moment he was born and only a very select few knew of that. And yet it never really kept him down. Thus this man didn't really worry him considering he had dealt with worse than him. "That doesn't matter to me. The fact my Mark entered an easy place for me to finish my job, was quickly taken. Thus he is gone and my account has doubled in greens. Sorry if my job has put you in 'danger' but that's not my business."

He shifted when he stood off his bike his eyes narrowing as he watched him walk towards him, taking in his looks and his attire calculating each step he took as well as filing away what he saw even as his onyx eyes flickered past him to his bike where he kept his weapons. 'Crap.' he thought as he looked back at him a sigh slipping from him as he shook his head. "What do you want?" he asked his face blank and his voice clipped.

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As soon as Sandars eyes flickered towards the bike The mans smile widened "You have no actuall weapons on ya, Am I right? Only what you used in the Assasination. So you are in a pretty tight spot..." For an incredibly short moment his eyes flicks past Sandar instead focusing on the Vehicles behind him, His gaze then immidiently focuses back to him

"You are telling me that my well being isnt something you care about, then you apologize about putting me in danger.. You are quite the inconsisted killer" His gaze suddenly darkens as his smile twists sadistically "And you think you are so scary~ Do you have any idea how many badasses there are in wing city?" He leans forward in a hostile movement "You are so going to die" He giggles slightly

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Dark smirked metaly at hearing his words knowing this man didn't knowing him personally let alone what he was truly capable of doing. "Sorry to say, but I'm not that....weaponless." he stated as he shifted his body in to a loose but easy formation that allowed for a combination of attacks and defensive motions a smile curving his full lips as he smirked, catching his own motion indicating behind him and sighed. "This is going to be even more of a complicating affair." he muttered as he shifted once more to be able to see behind him as well as the male before him.

"Sorry if my words upset you, Scar. But truthfully your well being isn't my business. If you can't defend yourself to your higher ups than that's no business of mine." His onyx eyes glittered as he flexed his fingers his body fully loose, not even tensed. "I may not be the bad ass as you speak of but I know how to keep my own ass safe. Killing me....well that wont be easy." He stated with a slight chuckle that was chilled and hard.

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#, as written by hoen
The conversation between the two strangers had peaks and valleys. Hoen caught the peaks.

"You are so going to die"

Apparently both these men were predators. Which of them knows more? Probably the stronger of the two. Hoen's problem then became how to pick a side while knowing very little about either.

"Gotta spook one of them..." He mumbled to himself while fiddling with his belt.

Several spheres, capped with cork, hung from his belt like so many grenades. They were filled with blood. One such sphere would find itself in Hoen's hands, cupped delicately like a wine glass while he weighed his options. Should he engage? He scanned the area, looking for any elements as yet unidentified.

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The man stance suddenly loosened as his twisted smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared "Scar? What a... fitting name..." He laughed a genuine laugh before scratching the back off his head "Its not really that I cant defend myself from them, Its more that it will be quite the pain to have every underground loyalist after my throat" He crosses both his arms his smile completely back to normal

"Atleast we have both noticed your Mysterious companion, Right?" He nods sligthly towards the Vehicles behind Sandar "He seems interesting enough, Atleast enough to fend off our Death Battle for a while?" He takes a few steps back giving Sandar some room, But places himself between him and his Bike "I suppose that he is either with you about to attack me, Or he is just as much of a stranger to you as he is to me?

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Noticing how the male seemed to flip back and forth between amusement and hostility Dark shrugged his shoulders as his words registered and he straightened ever so slightly though his body was still in a slight imitation of his stance earlier. "Glad you like the nickname. Suits you considering the scars on your face." he stated smoothly, onyx eyes watching him. "Why would they bitch and moan about a measly weak individual who couldn't even defend himself, let alone be defended by his men, whom he hired to keep him safe. What's the point of protecting a measly weak individual?" he asked, the wind picking up just enough to send his hair into his face as he stood silently.

A frown marred his strikingly lovely features that always had others calling him feminine which irritated him quite a bit, and made many people think twice about calling him a female to his face. "Yeah I noticed him. Even securely latched orbs make a soft distinctive sound when they clink together. Specially with someone who can't seem to stand still." he stated as he brushed his hair back over his shoulder before snorting. "He isn't a friend of mine, nor is he with me. Figured he was your back up if you lost." he stated with a shrug.

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Hoen was most of all a scholar. And least of all a spy. He knew that. But he's certainly learned a lot in his short time away from the blood magic guild. Things used to be so cut and dry. Do this at this time with these people every day. Eventually you'll be a doctor, or something.

Now he's swimming in a sea of external factors. They wash over him and truly he can barely keep his head above water. So he better learn to swim.

The two men seem to shift between amicable and disagreeable with each passing moment. It's a tough call who means what to who and whether or not that means anything to Hoen. But it's very clear that at least one of the men, the more physically pronounced of the two, is very acutely aware of Hoen. And that means likely they both are.

With his moonlighting as a sleuth going very poor and his brain awash with a mix of emotions ranging from regret to excitement, Hoen manages to scoff, "Well this is tits up." And with that conclusion the orb held within his hands began its journey. A practiced arc, a delicate, measured toss. The sphere would find itself between the two men. Harmless at face value. But the resulting pool of blood would violently spike outwards as several hardened spears. A haphazard "attack". More of a diversion.

Hoen would find himself nestled into a new position a fair distance away. His movement began when he tossed the blood sphere. Hopefully the confusion would make purchase on their collective focus, allowing Hoen to obscure himself for a few moments longer.

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Makthus was suprised by this, He didnt expect this Stranger to attack so quick and not did he expect the attack to be this.. Ball.. Still with all the tricks he hides, He knows a special weapon when he sees one, He didnt wait to see what it was going to do. The moment the orb was lobbed Makthus was already running, He ran suprisingly away from both Sandar and Hoen Diving over Sandars Bike, disappearing in the shadows

But something was wrong, With the fake eye Hoen was equipped with, he manage to catch glimpse of something, It appears to be boiling blood, Its clearly not human blood, As it is more of a black oil than blood. Still this large amount Of boiling black blood, Moved incredibly quick among the shadows, Approaching Hoen At an Incredible speed

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As startled as he was by the sudden lobbing of the orb, Dark's onyx eyes narrowed even as he twisted and leaped for the light pole behind him, his leath form shimmed up it like it was nothing and pulled himself up onto the top of the pole, his body perfectly balanced as he watched the other male dive behind him bike. 'It better not be damaged otherwise I'll be skinning me a boy.' he thought as his eyes locked on the sudden explosion of the liquid and hissed when he caught the distorted scent of blood.

"Effective for a diversion...." he muttered as his onyx eyes caught the distant sight of the fleeing boy, a smirk curving his lips as he leaped from the light pole for a sign which he used to vaulting himself on to the nearest roof and raced after the kid not really paying attention to the man who had dived behind his bike. Leaping, diving, pole vaulting and rolling over roofs, off signs and light poles that were perfect for his type of activity, which allowed him to keep up with the fleeing kid until he leaped down from a sign landing in front of him his long black hair floating down around him, obscuring his features as he straightened up, locking his onyx eyes on the kid.

"Reach for one of those orbs and I'll break your arm." he stated coolly. Dark was both frustrated and agitated, his breathing was that of one used to a longer session with parkour which to him was a past time of his that he enjoyed. Thus it kept him in shape and allowed him to actually get to places faster than others. As he stood there loose and breathing softly not winded from his activity he kept his eyes on the kid. "That wasn't very nice of you.....I was no threat to you.....unless you attacked.....even for a diversion it is still attacking."

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Hoen's exit became the focal point of two very talented individuals. Or rather, the prevention of an exit. As he moved through the parking lot a mass of sorts began closing in on him.

Somewhere between scholar and spy Hoen held the qualities of a brawler. Not a practiced killer. But a creature of instinct. His movements were often in hindsight just a few notches shy of perfect. So it goes. While moving away from the scene another orb was loosed from his chest rig, the details of which were obscured by a long coat with an ornate trim. It would catch the light in passing whenever possible. Gritted teeth loose the cork stopper, and without missing a beat the liquid begins pouring out of the container.

Be like water. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. Hoen's mind is the bottle, and blood is his water. The liquid would spill out and follow his wrist's circular motion. The black mass might find itself within a knot of sorts if it weren't careful. A knot that would spike inward once a significant portion of the target was ensnared.

A brawler. Not a practiced killer. And with his focus tied to one opponent, another would find himself standing in Hoen's way.

"Reach for one of those orbs and I'll break your arm"

A compelling argument.

"Ah, don't mind me, just a guy on the wrong end of a weird scene." Hoen chirps, his voice not yet aged by these streets.

A cheeky smile, potentially disarming, forms on the young man's face. His hands slide out from his sides. Inwardly, Hoen winces. He's not certain what would happen to the creeping mass that sought to approach from behind.

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And just as that thought crossed his mind The mass Of boiling black blood reached him, Suddenly out of the many shadows Behind Hoen Makthus stepped out, But his face was even more twisted than the earlier encounter with Dark. Much More twisted. The sadistic smile was sat upon his lip but the scar covering his face was.. Bulging.. Black veins going from the scar cut acroos his face almost covering it all. Honestly he could easily be mistaken for a monster with this terrifying look

His gaze seems to have turned almost as black as Darks as he eerily look between the two men infront of him "I smell your Blood~" He leans back while his body almost seems to go limp "Dont think you can use blood against me, I can sense it well, You wont suprise me again... And now you are surrounded! The only question is, Wich one of us are you most afraid of? Or are you even afraid?" He Tilts his head slightly "You never know around here..."

His voice seems completely changed, As if the words are struggling to escape his scarred and mouth

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Onyx eyes narrowed when the boy spoke, his thoughts drifting to a time when he had been an innocent child, way younger than this kid, and that innocence had been stolen from him by one who was meant to protect and cherish him, not hurt him. Yes he had learned that home was just as bad as the streets, but at least on the streets he was able to live and survive. Yet one who was new to this life wouldn't survive wholey intact. For a part of them would die and continue to die until they were nothing more than a shell of themselves with a mindless need to fill an empty void with in their bodies with what ever could make them feel happy for a brief moment.

'Something this kid hasn't tasted yet.' he thought even as he snorted at his chirped comment. "Sweet and innocent....something the wolves of the streets would enjoy devouring." he stated softly, his voice smooth but brisk, considering he spoke the truth ignoring the cheeky smile that formed on the kids face while keeping an eye on his hands when they moved out from his sides. "Wrong place....wrong time.....Very Wrong Move." he stated softly as he ignored the thick scent of impure blood that seemed to thicken the air.

Even though Dark was taken back at seeing the man he had nicknamed Scar stepping out of the boiling black blood, it didn't show on his face or in his eyes, which had flickered towards the male's face taking note of the way it looked with the scar bulging with black veins, before his eyes once more locked on the kid.

"Ease up Scar....I do believe the kid was more worried about keeping his hide intact that he attacked in a defensive state of mind. But than again....he could have just faded into the shadows and fled back the way he had come." he stated as he shifted his stance, his arms crossing over his chest. Yet even though he seemed harmless it was blunt lie.

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Hoen adjusted his stance. His weight shifted from left to right. He tapped his right foot. Considering the situation he looked really at ease. Stood before him was a bloodhound, apparently, and an as yet unidentified sort of predator. At the end of this chain of events these men found a common enemy in a stranger. If only they'd have let him watch a casual fight.

In the distance headlights flicker with the bumps in the road. Hoen thought a change in scenery might be useful. He needed to go where at least one of them wouldn't. Back to the crime scene? We know the guilty always return to the scene. But this soon? Maybe not. The white noise of rubber on pavement began to close in.

"Yeah Scar, ease up and kill this guy already." That boyish grin of his danced around the spaces of his speech.

Hoen's eye flicks slightly left and back to his two assailants, tracking the approaching vehicle, his prosthetic lagging behind in an awkward, twitchy attempt at replicating organic movement. Subtle, but unnerving to the uninitiated.

"Or do you need help?"

And just like that, as if the sassy query were an incantation, the "lenses" of Hoen's glasses shot outwards as two tiny knives. Fakes! Though difficult to tell in the lighting, they have a faint red sheen around the edges in the daylight proper. The knives, or needles even, would penetrate the driver-side tire of an oncoming sedan. The expulsion of air pressure, a shockwave in the otherwise still night, rang out loud enough to disturb the peace of at least a few people. Especially the unfortunate driver who found himself barreling, uncontrollably, towards Hoen's inquisitors.

Hoen would waste no time. Perhaps one of them would flinch at the sudden display of spectacle weaponry. Perhaps not. Hoen would take the time for a second sprint. Towards the undermarket proper. He needed a crowd.