Clean? Check. Scent neutralization? Check. Gear? Check. Armor? Check. Mask? Check.
Os... The Sentou Henkan operative stepped out of the shadows and began hopping through the Cronopolis. The mask was surprisingly comfortable...
As he hit street level where the call said the patients were he took a distinct note of how people reacted to his presence. It might have been because or where he was but many people instantly turned away and made to leave upon seeing his mask with only a few overly curious types continuing to stick around, several kids in fact. It wasn't really the reaction he was used to, nowhere close.
Still putting aside the weird panic he seemed to cause just by wearing the mask Osu stepped into a rather extremely seedy establishment. He couldn't even really tell what the places was supposed to be, perhaps a bar? Might be what they called themselves on paper at least. The few people who were in didn't look very happy to see him. There was something about the room that told him it had been a bit busier just a while ago.
He found the two he was looking for rather quickly, they had been at the same table apparently... They didn't seem like the types who took very good care of themselves to begin with.
Several clones came into existence and began preparing the bodies for transport... Wait a minute...
He quickly looked under and around the table... Nothing.
He then looked around the room and said clearly, "Hand over the syringes these two had." He was a doctor dammit, did they think he was stupid? Well... actually they wouldn't be able to tell he was a...
Veins shot out from Osu's back and stabbed into the person who was about to stab him in the back and they... died? That was unexpected...
Normal people wouldn't usually try to attack a shinobi. It was so rare in fact that Osu couldn't remember killing anyone this easily in years. He forgot how much he disliked killing actually and... Wait...
His veins were not returning to him... Rather they were spreading around the inside of the dead man's body. Osu stumbled a bit as the veins located and centralized on the man's heart, stabbing into it. Shit the blood was acting on its own again! What was it doing?!
The veins suddenly retracted pulling the man's heart into Osu's body along with his blood vessels. All of the man's blood was suddenly purged from the heart and vessels midway, spraying blood everywhere, and the veins were refilled with Osu's own blood and brought inside him. Osu sat down hard for a second trying to compose himself. What in the name of Raiden was that?!
His raised his hand and began gathering the blood they had just went everywhere and looked around the room again. "Hand over the syringes."
Someone from the neighboring table quickly placed two empty syringes on the table saying he didn't want any trouble and was only hoping something would be left in them. Osu looked at the dead man and his two patients and decided that he didn't have time to bring in a thieving drug head.
He threw the corpses over his shoulder and he had his clones transport the patients to avoid infection himself. Rather... he probably should have caught something from this corpse's blood he felt but nothing seemed wrong with his system. He would really have to put himself under a microscope one day.
He left the men and the syringes at the drop point and went on his way to do some paperwork.
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Os... The Sentou Henkan operative stepped out of the shadows and began hopping through the Cronopolis. The mask was surprisingly comfortable...
As he hit street level where the call said the patients were he took a distinct note of how people reacted to his presence. It might have been because or where he was but many people instantly turned away and made to leave upon seeing his mask with only a few overly curious types continuing to stick around, several kids in fact. It wasn't really the reaction he was used to, nowhere close.
Still putting aside the weird panic he seemed to cause just by wearing the mask Osu stepped into a rather extremely seedy establishment. He couldn't even really tell what the places was supposed to be, perhaps a bar? Might be what they called themselves on paper at least. The few people who were in didn't look very happy to see him. There was something about the room that told him it had been a bit busier just a while ago.
He found the two he was looking for rather quickly, they had been at the same table apparently... They didn't seem like the types who took very good care of themselves to begin with.
Several clones came into existence and began preparing the bodies for transport... Wait a minute...
He quickly looked under and around the table... Nothing.
He then looked around the room and said clearly, "Hand over the syringes these two had." He was a doctor dammit, did they think he was stupid? Well... actually they wouldn't be able to tell he was a...
Veins shot out from Osu's back and stabbed into the person who was about to stab him in the back and they... died? That was unexpected...
Normal people wouldn't usually try to attack a shinobi. It was so rare in fact that Osu couldn't remember killing anyone this easily in years. He forgot how much he disliked killing actually and... Wait...
His veins were not returning to him... Rather they were spreading around the inside of the dead man's body. Osu stumbled a bit as the veins located and centralized on the man's heart, stabbing into it. Shit the blood was acting on its own again! What was it doing?!
The veins suddenly retracted pulling the man's heart into Osu's body along with his blood vessels. All of the man's blood was suddenly purged from the heart and vessels midway, spraying blood everywhere, and the veins were refilled with Osu's own blood and brought inside him. Osu sat down hard for a second trying to compose himself. What in the name of Raiden was that?!
His raised his hand and began gathering the blood they had just went everywhere and looked around the room again. "Hand over the syringes."
Someone from the neighboring table quickly placed two empty syringes on the table saying he didn't want any trouble and was only hoping something would be left in them. Osu looked at the dead man and his two patients and decided that he didn't have time to bring in a thieving drug head.
He threw the corpses over his shoulder and he had his clones transport the patients to avoid infection himself. Rather... he probably should have caught something from this corpse's blood he felt but nothing seemed wrong with his system. He would really have to put himself under a microscope one day.
He left the men and the syringes at the drop point and went on his way to do some paperwork.
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