Civilian Interference, Open Job thread

[Arcadus]

As much as he wanted to perform these experiments in Los Noches, or even Karakura, Arcadus really wanted to have  less spiritually available and energized areas to analyze the formation of hollows and how thier energy forms. Watching the hollow come through the gargaunta, Arcadus checked his intruments and did his own sensing to measure how the reiatsu in the area increased, shifted, and stablized. If he was going to make a weapon out of it, he wanted to be able to work with it.

He was working on seeing if hollow reiatsu could be worked into a liquid, so he could weaponize it against Quincy. For the moment, he was having some issues, but a few hollows had volunteered to be test subjects, and by that, they were going to be promised to be able to eat un molested by reapers, a promise Arcadus did not mean to keep. Why should he, they were basically animals, and were dying for a noble cause, bettering the lives of Arrancar. 

"Ok Ser Trecera, you said you'd watch me to make sure I don't get merced by reapers right? Ok, time to EAT, DIE YOU LITTLE MEAT BAGS, PAPA'S COMIN IN FOR A MEAL AND HES- ACK!"

Arcadus grabbed the tail of this creature, whipping it back before it could jump off the side of the building onto the humans below. The fact that it actually believed it was going to eat amused him immensly,, a chcucke that soon turned into a maniacally "MWUAHAHAAHAHAAAaaaaaaa, stupid creature. You're barely fit for chow, much less to be allowed to running around eating humans that I could be. Know your place, and its serving me." Stamping on the things mask, and with his foot digging firmly into its head, Arcadus shook it off.

Looking at the reiatsu again, both with his second sight and his intruments, Arcadus noticed that there was a strange phenomenon. The hollow reiatsu lingered, as if some kind of stain or fume on the world, and slowly faded. Perhaps the soul and sentience, of the hollow remained after he killed it, free from that body? Definetely something he could work with, especially if he could imbue that property into a material or form it into a sword of shaped field. 

Looking down at the humans, going about hier days like ants responding to the immediate pheremons of a hive, they went from job to job, task to task, to make a far larger machine work, something they could never see the full bulk, the full size of. In a way, he pitied them, dying, reincarnating living lives over and over with no memory of their full existance. Perhaps that was why it was better to embrace the spiritual. 

He couldn't exactly call ignorance bliss in this situation, given how much hardship the mundane world brought. Disease, hunger, sickness, age, death. These things Arcadus knew himself to be above, at least in the normal senses. He still could get sick, just rare, curse like diseases. He could feel hungry, but more of an abstract longing than physical need for food. He did age, and could feel sick, but these were so far removed he barely considred them. Death didn't matter. If all went well, he'd be able to evade Hell and reincarnate as a shinigami or a spiritually aware human, and start over. 

Starting over. Gods what an awful idea. For as short of a climb to the top in Los Noches it was, it wasn't like he was going to have it as easy as a shinigami or a fullbringer. That would be counting on him getting lucky, and he didn't get lucky. Not with fate anyway. Fate always seemed to deal him 2's and 3's when he forced situations to turn in his favor, so instead of just queen high hands he might get a pair of 2's and a pair of 3's.

He could hear something, gun shots. That was pretty rare in Tokyo, unless there was some kind of demonstration. But considering it wasn't ordered, and sounded like automatic fire, he could guess something was happening that was not part of any planned event or demonstration. Packing up his instruments into a duffel bag, Arcadus hopped to another building, closing the distance between him and this noise. He really did enjoy leaping through the air like this, feeling the wind slowly die as he peaked. 

He was being sure to suppress his signature, it wasn't every day that you heard gunshots, and now police siren's in Tokyo. Looking over the ledge, it seemed like this was situated at a bank, a robbery? But banks were all digital, barely any money was held their and large withdrawals were done digitally anyway, so it wasn't like there was an issue if someone tried to take out their entire account, the only possible issue being if they tried to take it out in case. 

So what was happening? As Arcadus leaped to the ground, he looked in through a window, and, seeing behind bullet proof glass a dozen tied up tellers, could figure it was likely a hostage situation. Hearing inside, he souls see one of them typing on a computer, before a masked man with a gun yelled into the security cameras, brandishing his pistol. "And we are LIVE TWITCH, HELLOOOOO TOKYO. WE are coming to you from the central bank in down town Tokyo, north of Karakura, we have, as you can see we have a dozen hostages."

"Every hour I do not get 1 billion yen wired to the account on screen in the Cayman Islands, I will kill," Pressing his gun up against a young woman's head "one of these fine japanese citizens. I hope you can write those checks fast, because I am counting down the minutes. And for the police out there, if I see any snipers or rushes in to here, I will kill all but one of these hostages. Your choice Japan, how much do you value your citizens and workers?"

Arcadus stepped back from the glass, and wondered. Not a robbery then, terrorism? Well, it looked like they were serious, or at least were very good at bluffing. In either case, if they cracked the vault, Arcadus would likely just swoop in and load up his duffle bag of equipment with cash and leave, but he was curious if the police had any ideas on how to intervene. Considering that it was unlikely they had powerful spirituals in their ranks, it was unlikely they'd even see him. 

Even so, better to stay out of sight, though there wasn't much of a place to hide right now. Looking around, Arcadus crossed the street to see if he could get a better look at both forces, and if they were going to make any moves. Arcadus wondered if he was going to have to intervene, or if he even cared to. He didn't know these people, and it wasn't like this was a part of Japan he even cared for. As for making it as an opportunity to prove himself, there was nothing to prove and no one to prove it to. 

Leaning back on the concrete wall of the building opposite, Arcadus figured he should at least be in a gigai incase this actually became something he would be known for, and opening a gargaunta and returning in his custom Gigai Kitai had made him, Arcadus leaned up against the wall. Taking out his cell phone, he figured he should probably warn Jane and his other acolytes that were in control of the cult while he was gone. Dialing and hearing her voice, Arcadus spoke the passphrase. 

"Geromino, and hello Jane, I hope things are well in paradise, and that you're in a place we can discuss some sensetive information. I'm in Japan, and theres a robbery happening. I might end up getting involved, and if the congregation recognizes me it will be very bad very soon. Divert the attention with a prayer session or one of the set up disasters, like one of the aquaponics racks going down, or cut the internet. Something to get them off the news for a while."

"I am, "Gabriel", and I'll think of something, an internet outage seems to work, something about the outsiders trying to cut us off would work, and would give us a good reason to set up our own towers to get internet access after the fact. The triplets can run interference and collect the opposition, so that should handle the rest. God Bless Arch Angel" Jane sat down her phone. As much as she enjoyed this setup, she did stress and flex under the duress of keeping up with Arcadus's actions and motives. 

Heading out to the inner rooms, where the fullbringers, those "blessed with spiritual abilities from the Lord" lived and gathered, Jane motioned for her other agents, those who knew the secret of this cult, over, and to move into a planning room, a repurposed panic room in the building left over from the preacher. The Triplets, Aiden Brayden and Kayden took note first, and as a group moved first. They always moved together so none would suspect. 

Second was Natalia and Andrew. They were practically a couple at this point, but they were practically children at heart, and danced at that wierd spot before even dating. They made thier way in second, practically skipping at the oppurtunity to help their saintly benefactor. Then came Jon, the slimy card dealer, practically always having a deck of cards in his hands after making his way into the compound, and following him, was James, the zealot of the man behind Gabriel. 

Inside the panic room, were the only humans who knew the secret of Gabriel, those who believed in his state as a being above them, at least currently, as barely spiritually aware humans, where he was a massive, deep, powerful, spirit who ruled a kingdom of those like him far away, and they were selected to be raised up to his level. Jane, seeing the last of the 8 sit down, spoke. "We are going to have to cut our internet for a bit, "Gabriel" is involved with something that might make world wide news, and if things go bad I'd want to know if its a huge deal or not."

Kayden, the most forward of the triplets, responded in her taciturn manner. "So I'm sure were supposed to run interference, collect up those who think its "Gabriel" and eventually talk them down after getting them outrage?" The other triplets nodded in agreement. Brayden responded "James, if your willing, could you watch the news coverage of the event our benefactor is referring to and let us know as soon as it hits national news, then we'll be on alert for anyone reading into it." 

James, who seemed basically unable to sit in his chair, "of course, though I don't know japanese, I'll keep an eye out for his look and appearance, assuming he isn't entirely transformed, though if he was he wouldn't be asking us this." Turning to the couple, "You two can set up the breaker switch on the incoming cable right? You'll need a shovel and some of the electronics, so Jon, if you would head to the store to get those, we can have that set up by tommorow evening."

Natalia, Andrew, and Jon, all nodded in agreement. They had all grown close over this secret, and now they were once again going to make and manage this secret. The tension between all of them slackened for a moment, and as Jane got up, they filed out in the order they came in, each to their respective posts and duties. The commune would survive this, and would give them better oppurtunities to control the course of the experiement. 

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"And we are LIVE TWITCH, HELLOOOOO TOKYO. WE are coming to you from the central bank in down town Tokyo, north of Karakura, we have, as you can see we have a dozen hostages. Every hour I do not get 1 billion yen wired to the account on screen in the Cayman Islands, I will kill," Pressing his gun up against a young woman's head "one of these fine Japanese citizens. I hope you can write those checks fast, because I am counting down the minutes. And for the police out there, if I see any snipers or rushes in to here, I will kill all but one of these hostages. Your choice Japan, how much do you value your-"

Good. Fucking. Lord. Turning off the television, Rose let out a soft sigh. To say he was surprised to see something like this going on wasn't exactly the largest of claims, but this was taking place in downtown Tokyo; he had to've been what, maybe a twenty, thirty minute drive tops from there? Things felt like they were hitting a little close to home, and he wasn't particularly fond of that fact. "Hey, Mara," he called out to his roommate, "I'm gonna head out for a little while. Don't wait up, ok?" "Go for it," she called out, "do your thing. Lemme know how it goes, though!"

Standing up with a huff, Rose immediately went to his bedroom. Quickly filtering through different articles of clothing, he quickly grabbed hold of a small cape that looked to be made of living shadow. Tossing it over his right shoulder and letting it drape over his arm entirely, Rose left his room. Up next, he needed to get geared up as soon as possible. Heading into his workshop, he grabbed a just a few weapons; nothing extreme, but enough to get the job done. Fastening a Scabbard Cannon through his belt and throwing his twin pistols into the waistline of his jeans, Rose immediately left his apartment.

Quickly throwing himself into the RV he still had rented, he began his drive into Tokyo. Throughout the entire journey, he ran through the whole scenario in his head; he only hoped that this was going to go well for 'em, else a hostage situation was only going to get that much more complicated. That wasn't something he could allow; not now, not ever. He needed to get as many people out of there as he could. Sure, vigilante work was pretty much illegal anywhere he went, but that wasn't going to stop him from protecting innocent lives. Especially when he had an easy escape.

In record time, Rose eventually made it to downtown Tokyo. Setting the modified radio inside of his RV to tune in to police frequencies, the boy simply sat in wait. He didn't have an exact address, nor did he really know where he was going unfortunately, so his best bet was to listen in, cruise the area, and hope that he was going to be able to find where he needed to go as quickly as possible. Thankfully, though, the sound of screaming and police sirens was more than enough to help him find where he was going within a few short minutes.

Arriving at the scene, Rose did what he could to hang back, and out of sight. Pulling out a small Kunai, Rose looked around for a potential vantage point on the area. He knew it wasn't going to be too difficult to find, but he wanted something that was going to be worthwhile. Eventually settling on a building just north of the bank, the man lobbed one of the small daggers directly up to the roof, and waited a few seconds for it to land. Flaring his reiatsu, Rose slipped into shadow, quickly scaling the side of the building and reappearing on top. Grabbing his knife once more, he neatly tucked the weapon away and took view down toward the bank.

Following the same strategy in suit, Rose once again threw another one of these daggers over to the roof of the Bank, and waited for it to land. Once it did, he warped over to the roof. Stowing his knife once more, the man took a deep breath, and drew a gun. Slowly entering the bank through a skylight, Rose slowly and quietly lowered himself down into the building. Sticking to the nearest corner, firearm still tightly gripped in his hand, Rose did what he could to listen carefully. He was against the clock; he knew he needed to do something to more easily locate these terrorists, but just what he'd do was up in the air. For now, he made sure to stay out of view of any of the cameras that might've been up around the building, and slinked through the bank.

[Arcadus]

Leaning back on the wall, Arcadus put down his phone. He'd been able to roam a lot more since making his cult, and working in those parameters was a lot easier than simply making daily appearances and making constant visits and supervision of the compound. He was comfortable with the size of the cult, and it was going to be moving to the next stages very soon. Jane in particular had proven incredibly useful to the cause, basically being a stop gap between him nad his cult. 

Stepping away from the wall, Arcadus sensed soemthing, moving ahead, at about running speed for humans. A vigilantee maybe? He didn't know any fullbringers in Karakura, and they didn't feel like a fullbringer, so it could well be something new. But wait, quincy and hellion energy, Arcadus knew that signature. Rose? Here? and they didn't seem like the type to intervene in a bank robbery, but in either case, they were making moves on the bank, and he should probably to, considering he could hear siren's in the distance. 

Taking his steps away towards the wall, Arcadus surveyed the building. It was largely glass windows on the first floor, with smooth stone exteriors and support pillars masked in that smooth granite. As for entrances, he could only see this front entrance, but moving around the back might serve him better. He knew banks generally had lower security entrances for trucks and cars to come into, and that was also likely where the current nuisances inside had come in. 

Stepping to the back, so as not to be seen on the cameras, Arcadus looked for the sloped pavement that would be the enterance he was looking for, and as he rounded the back alley of the bank, there it was, the subtle lack of pavement sloping down to a lower level enterance, even with the guards shot and bleeding on the ground. Moving again inside the bank, Arcadus waited for the tell tale sounds of officers to arrive. He needed a distraction, and couldn't count on Rose to do anything about it. 

On the end of their response time, in came the cops, speeding down the road, siren's blaring, forming a ring around the front enterance, with plain clothes officer's coming up in the sides and rear to not alert or provoke any reaction from the terrorists inside. Arcadus rolled his eyes. They were simply holding down the fort for a hostage negotiator and an anti terror unit. As for what was going to come of that, he wasn't sure. 

And sure enough, large black vans came in, different men with guns took up positions around the bank, with one taller Japanese man holding a megaphone, yelling at the bank, the men with guns inside yelling back over the PA. They seemed to be in a back and forth over the fact that the men inside wanted to have their demands met, and those on the outside refusing them or trying to bargain for more time. Arcadus could sense the movement of people on rooftops, likely those snipers they were going to try and use to resolve this situation.

If he was going to make the most of this he was going to have to move a bit faster than this, grabbing a duffel bag full of money wasn't going to be the easiest thing, but if he move to an enclosed place and Gargantua out, he'd be able to make it out without being seen. As for actually making it out, it wasn't going to be the easiest thing, nor was getting in. Getting in, he could speed in and grab a bag during some commotion or a shootout and then warp out. 

James had been watching the news for nearly fifteen minutes, and after a bit of googling found the stream of the happenings. Apparently these people were streaming the CTV footage of the inside and outside of the building, and James could see the surrounding streets, as well as the 12 hostages. He could see a timer on the stream as well, for approximately 20 minutes had passed, and according to the articles the had read, at 1 hour they were going to execute a hostage. 

But something he could see was that Arcadus, blonde haired god he was, was very clearly on camera, and had disappeared. Knowing at least some people were going to see and notice this, and potentially connect this, he had to act. Sending an email to Jane, and pulling out his phone to tell the team sent to deal with the cable to act fast, since there was likely going to be some speculation and information about him, even if he wasn't in his Gabriel form. 

Andrew looked at Nat, sitting in the passenger seat. Jon was riding in the bed of the truck. They were just heading out with some soldering equipment and a few circuit boards and electrical parts. Jon had put together a piece while they had driven out. Reaching the cable router, Andrew got a shovel, and tossed it to Nat. She was the strongest of their little group, and had actually volunteered to dig up the cables and set up the box. 

As the two men set up the wires, Andrew felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out and looking at the other two, he shrugged. "It's James. Maybe there's been a change of plans? I wonder what it could be? Whats up Jame-" "Get moving on cutting the switch and internet, Arcadus is was on camera at tha bank, he's out of sight now but he's just disappeared off of one of the cameras so people are going to ask and talk about it." James helt the phone away from his head, James wasn't yelling but he was speaking extremely loudly. 

"Alright James, we're working on it. Jon has the circuits made and the box is getting set up now. We'll cut the internet as soon as we need to set up the box, so it should be going down in a few minutes. I'd let the triplets know about it. They are going to have their hands full with making people understand this is just a technical issue. Considering this is going to be a problem, and you won't be able to see whats happening for a while."

Aiden Brayden and Kayden were all lounging around the main house, waiting for the text to come in that the internet was going to get cut. Cleaning up after Arcadus wasn't fantastic, but if it meant they got to keep this whole racket going, they were going to have to just bite the bullet. The weird silence that followed them because of their telepathy always seemed eerie, and the room was silent with the exception of the rustling as they shifted on the couch. 

Seeing their phones all light up, they started to pay attention, and looking around, "Lets go, we're going to need to have this look natural so we can get them upset, then control it if it gets out of hand. If its not an option we can just let it be but for now lets sort this out and run crowd control." Moving out of the main house, they took up a position in the center, walking around the spokes  of the main hub, centered on that main house. The wheel formation of the compound really suited foot traffic, with nearly a thousand people walking about. 

When the internet did cut, it was a low murmur, as people's phones and devices stopped connecting. People had a lot of reactions, mainly to try and recconnect, and as much as the triplets expected anger, it didn't come. More disappointment and some dismay, but no one seemed particularly angry. Instead, it was more confusion. Looking around, the triplets, began just explaining that they had heard there was going to be some maintenance done and that it should be up in a while. 

As Arcadus hunched up behind the car to at least pretend to hide. His phone vibraded under his robe, and looking at it, it was Jane. Now? WHY? Answering. "Jane this better be good." "Well this was an important update. James saw you on the stream these people are putting out, so I'd make it in stealthy or lose the attire. Either way, you're dressed different enough to not be caught out as Gabriel, but I don't think we want you to be known under some new alias as some spiritual person. "

"Thanks for the update jane, but from here on out I wouldn't call in, I'm in a little too deep. Thanks for the information" Hanging up, Arcadus could hear footsteps. Heavy boots, and as he began to look over to see who or what was walking over. "HEY YOU, YEAH BEHIND THE CAR, STAND UP AND HAND'S WHERE I CAN SEE THEM" A man's voice shouted, echoing in the concrete structure. Arcadus, with little other options without escalating this, stood up, towering over the admittedly short man in black. 

"Whoahoho there, they sure are building them big overseas now-a-days huh? What are you here for, some kind of cosplay?" Arcadus's attempt to conceal his confusion faltered, with his face twisted with some an uncertainty at what exactly this man was trying to do. Guessing off of his spiritual senses, the man's equipment and soul were nothing out of the ordinary for the human world, purely mechanical and entirely devoid of spiritual energy. 

Gesturing with the rifle in his hands, the man motioned towards the door leading into the bank's main building. "What, do you not speak Japanese? Get in side before I leave you bleeding out here." Bemused, Arcadus followed, his steps outpacing the burglars. If he wasnted an in to the bank this was as good as any, it wasn't like he was under any danger from them of thier arms, so moving into this might as well get him inside with minimal fuss or messes. 

Moving inside, Arcadus looked around, the hostages were on the ground and, looing at the man heading the operation talking over the PA system. His "captor" grabbed his shoulder, trying to force him down. Taking the hint, Arcadus rested on his knees, surverying the area. These men were seemingly hosting a terror attack, with the emphasis on "japanese citizens" and such. Looking around for the safe, Arcadus spotted the safe, cover ripped out of it with some dents and cuts into it, though its top was still on. 

"You, westerner, you're going to help us break this safe, get your finger prints on it. Get it open or I'm going to put this round" The man rolled a rifle round through his fingers before chambering it."through your blonde anime haired ass. Get to it." Aiming at Arcadus, the man seemed very intent on his words, and shrugging, Arcadus stooped over the desk gripping on to the save's key pad. Digging his fingers into the rubber keys, the steel began to ben,d and he could feel the parts bend and twist. 

"What the hell are you doing? I told you to get it open, not fumble around with the keys. What the hell are you-" Arcadus ghad gid his fingers into and behind the lock bolts, and with a grunt, ripped the safe out of the floor, his foot stamping through the floor boards. "You wanted the safe opened, and" Wrengbching his handinside the lock mechanism, Arcadus twisted the bolts open, freeing the door of the safe, the cash inside, the banded stacks scattering on the floor. 

"There it is, so if you're going to shoot me for doing what you ask, you'll really loose favor with the men outside, and any sympathy you might have from whatever group you're hoping to aid politically. And if I were you," Arcadus grabbed the barrel of his gun, twisting upwards, "I would pick a different person to threaten than someone who ripped a safe out of the ground." What the hell was he doing, starting a fight like this? Well, alls well that ends well. 

Swinging the safe like a boxing glove, Arcadus caved in the head of the man threatening him, and as gunfire rang out, Arcadus moved through the open door down to the vault room. They didn't seem to see him move, having ceased firing as soon as he had disappeared from view, with the grunts of "you two, go find him, he can't have gotten far. Gun him down, don't let him get close. Shit shit shit, this is no how this was supposed to go down."  

James watched from the hardline he had set ot the the surveliance room, watching as his lord was being humble, allowing himself to be taken in by these barbarians. He couldn't help but admire his abilities, and his grace as they assumed they were man handling the thing James called god. It was amusing to him, like Christ walking among the living, and like Christ, performing miracles. He sat in estatic glee as Arcadus ripped the safe out of the ground.

Practically squealing at the opening of the safe, James was sat in a ball on his chair. He always enjoyed when thins like this happened, it was like when he went whale watching that one time, seeing something so vastly powerful, so huge, compared to him, simply move without noticing him. It made it all the more exhilarating to to work along side and be noticed by such a creature, and wtaching Arcadus smash down this other human, he felt that same kind of feeling. 

Should he tell Jane? Nooooo, there wasn't much of a point. It wasn't like humans would acknowledge this as anything more than a strong person being lucky. It was always so interesting to see the human world try to justify and obfuscate, from themselves the supernatural. They'd sort this out themselves, just like how they did with the miracles Arcadus had performed for the congregation and the investigators who had been sent to gather intel on them. 

It was hilarious as well, to watch Arcadus flash around and move faster than the cameras could pick up. Flicking to the other section of the stream, it looked like there was no sign of him. Giggling, James made not to look into the amateur's sites for paranormal stuff, this was definitely going to be on there, and he was excited to see how people were going to justify how this happened. The idea of the spiritual worlds being exposed and revealed like this, it excited him. 

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As Rose found himself slowly but surely approaching the foyer, throwing and warping across space-time to snatch his Kunai whenever he needed to in order to take out any camera he'd spotted in the area, he'd heard a muffled shout come from just north of the main foyer. "HEY YOU, YEAH BEHIND THE CAR, STAND UP AND HAND'S WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Gods. Had someone else tried to make their way inside? He wasn't about to deal with civilian loss if he didn't need to, but gods, if someone was going to act this reckless there wasn't really much he could do to save them.

Taking a second to get into a better position, Rose lined himself up tightly with the back corridor leading directly into the bank's foyer. Glaring down everyone inside, he made immediate note of the hostages that had been in there. Taking a few more short moments to glance, his eyes immediately rested on three more armed individuals that seemed to be waiting inside of the bank. Nothing he couldn't handle, sure, but certainly not something he actively wanted to deal with if he didn't have to. Things were already getting rather hectic as it was.

A few short moments later, that same voice came into earshot once more, but nowhere near as loud. "You, westerner, you're going to help us break this safe, get your finger prints on it. Get it open or I'm going to put this round through your blonde anime haired ass. Get to it." Once again glancing around the corner, Rose made immediate note of the situation at hand as both that same man, and someone new quickly left his sight. Though, that new person was someone he'd immediately recognized.

Arcadus? he thought to himself, what on earth is he doing here? I guess I can't say it's not unlike him, but lord if it's not odd. As the two vanished from sight, presumably to head deeper into the bank, Rose got one last glance toward the enemies he was going to end up facing ahead. He'd have to think smartly about this, else his life could very well be on the line. He was only human, after all- well, half-human with a goal to change that in time, but for now, he needed to watch how well he could take a hit.

Drawing the ivory twin of his two handguns, Rose quickly loaded a magazine of purification rounds into the weapon, and pulled back the slide as carefully as he could manage. With that now ready, he checked his scabbard cannon to make sure the cannon was primed and ready to fire off at a moment's notice. With that final check made, he drew a kunai in the opposite hand, and stood up fully. It was now or never, and he didn't have the time to waste here. Quickly turning the corner, Rose launched his kunai with as much force as he could muster.

As the blade pierced directly into the closest armed criminal's forehead, forcing him to fall quite quickly, it seemed he immediately provoked the attention of the other two. Turning the corner once more, Rose played it safe as the two of them began to open-fire in his direction. "The hell was that?!" one of the remaining two shouted, "KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER!" Great, Rose thought, placing both hands on his pistol, so much for taking care of that silently.

Focusing to himself for a short second, and channeling his reiatsu into his cloak, Rose once again leapt across space-time to appear at the location of his previously thrown Kunai at well over the speed of a normal human. Firing his handgun the moment he arrived, Rose took immediate aim toward the next closest criminal's head and allowed a round to sail through the man's skull.

Just as the other seemed to catch wind, Rose was gone once again. Now appearing in midair, presumably along the trajectory at which the bullet he'd just fired was travelling, he watched as the last criminal seemed to let loose a plethora of rounds into his now-deceased partner's body, his mind not yet having processed what just happened. As he did, and took the time to look around, it was far too late. When Rose hit the ground, he dropped his handgun, and immediately went for the draw of one of his Purification Blades.

Launching an attack at lightning speed, and with the sounding of a twelve gauge echoing through the bank, Rose allowed his arm to fly much faster than he could otherwise do physically, as the weapon he drew cleaved directly through the poor man that tried to kill him. As the now bisected individual fell to the ground, Rose stood up, and pressed the pommel of his Purification Blade against the foreheads of each and every criminal that found themselves now dead. "May your sins not follow you into the afterlife," he spoke, "and may you yet find peace."

Flicking the blood from his blade, and sheathing the weapon once more, Rose threw a kunai into the ceiling, and pulled another out. His new priority was getting these hostages freed before that other individual found his way back out here; lord only knew that Rose wasn't exactly the most silent about what he'd just done. Using the razor-sharp blade of his kunai to cut the ropes that bound the civilians in the area, Rose made quick work of the bindings before heading behind the counter and doing the exact same for the tellers that were tied as well.

[Arcadus]

If there were any gods, Arcadus would have thanked them for his luck. This really was a good opportunity, and he was glad to have stuck around. As humiliating as it was to have him guided at gun point, and even entertain the idea that he was bending to the whim of these peons, he didn't really care. No one saw him, and no one was going to say anything if they did. Knowing who he is, is to know he is powerful, no, is power.  

Vaults. Such plain things now-a-days, apparently it was quite the accomplishement to be able to own a vault in prior era's after Oren's existence, though looking at the plain steel, perhaps they had become a modern convenience. Afterall, with all the time and effort in safe-cracking that was likely to happen over that time, it wasn't like he was going to find an ornate and detailed safe. This wasn't a marvel to be shown off at a ball, it was a tool, as undecorated as a hammer and nails. 

Well, in either case, there was a few ways to open things like this, but it was worth trying to get inside without having to crack this oyster open with a hammer. Turning ht wheel, Arcadus could hear the clicks with his animalistic hearing, and, making some adjustments, began to try and lower the bolts of this steel door. Though, as much as he was making sure to follow the little lockpicking he knew, there wasn't much progress. Apparently this was a bit more advanced than the locks Giovanni had picked as a kid. 

That feeling again. The dull gray wave of boredom, and it was being pressed by the excitement he could hear upstairs. That thing he so ran from, and fought against. It was like some great lake, and it rushed and flooded as time passed, and wasn't kept at bay. Despite his levies, his breaks, his excess pools and wells, it always managed to come to him all the same. That grey wave of boredom, it persisted, like suffocation dogging a shark, he had to keep moving. 

"Kid, the fact you haven't used those muscles to rip this thing's bolts out disappoints me. Here you are, trying to be sneaky and technical when you've got the tools in your palms to get this thing open." Giovanni? He must be mastering the form of his cell, if he was able to speak this easily in his mind. "What was all that bullshit about strength and might, power and abiilty, if you're going to look at a vault with picks and keen ears, when I know you can chuck mountains?"

Smiling to himself, Arcadus snickered. What was he doing? Toying with a barrier like this, it wasn't like him. Maybe these human's had made him soft. Or maybe he was to wrapped in that idea of "mastery" in his movemen't sment being precise. What nonsense, mastery was whatever achieved his ends, even if it was brutish, direct, blunt. A snarl escaped his lips as his lipped cureled over his teeth. This metal block was the problem, and his hands, they were the solution.

Grapsing onto the great wheel of the vault, it came away with ease, but it wasn't an issue. It was just peeling the top off the can. Inside, the bolts were hisi taret. Grasping hold, the steel bent slightingl, and as he planted his feet, Arcadus could hear it groan. But he was going to make it beg before he was down. Digging his feet into the concreet, Arcadus's back arched. Steel bent, groaned, and as it began to tear, it screamed, like someone was having thier innards ripped out, which, to an extent, it was. 

Inside, Arcadus thought of an idea he's had while walking around the compound. Money, what was it. Notes of value, slips of paper. But value is subjective, so they are assigned a price, a number of notes needed to purchase, based on simply what will be given for them. It is the idea of value assigned to these slips that is what makes them valuable. But all the same, Arcadus couldn't help but smile as he looked at the thousands of bills that surrounded him. 

Back in the USA, the cultists to their liberating angel gathered around a computer screen. They all seemed to be straining thier eyes to see the screen, as if there were details within the pixels for them to grasp. As they watched Jon flick through the cameras, trying to locate their man, the one who had brought them into their paradise. He had disappeared after smashing the leader with the safe, and they had cheered when they saw him rip the safe apart.

But with his disappearance, they weren't sure where he was, but soon, they checked the vault cameras. They coud see, in the corner of the screen, the vault door, so many pounds of steel, begin to shack, and they heard it. The scream of steel, a sound that few people could remember perfectly, but everyone could recognize. For these few, it was a victory cry, their savior returning to camera. Thie rroar and applause, despite the idol not being able to hear it, was, in someway felt. 

As Rose dealt with the robbers, the police surged in, their man-catchers pinning down the few left standing, guns or tazer's pressed to the men to ensure compliance, with others helping usher the hostages outk, as Rose had cut them free. It was like a surge of black armored knights, thought he roars and yells of order's betrayed any kind of chivalry, or bushido that might have accompanied them. Armor, lances, and crossbows were all different, but the feeling remained. 

The police chief stepped forward, big even for a Anui, he was even bigger in his riot gear, standing like a samurai over Rose. "We appreciate your help citizen. That took some guts, and some faster hands. What's your name son, and we'll get you home. No need for questioning, there's no question in the prosecution for this." Japan's already iron fisted legal system aside, this was one of the most public crimes committed in memory, like something out of an action movie. "Oh, and kid, don't forget a reward for that kind of bravery. A stack of 1000 yen bills was pressed into his hand by the black gloved hand." 

Arcadus could hear them, above. the cops were in, and he had to start moving. He knew there would be counter measures in these piles of cash, and it was worth looking for them. Sniffing, he could smell them, dye of some kind. Taking hold of one, it smelled of ink, and, he could see through the indentation a trigger of some sort. Better to discount these. Moving carefully, at his great speed, Arcadus seperated dye packs, like some kind of great sieve separating out chaff, from the fruits of his labor.

Having "cleaned" the cash, Arcadus began stuffing it into a bag he had swiped while making his escape. Loaded with cash, arcadus slung the bag over his shoulder as he flicked open his phone, and looking at the messages, figured he should give his agents a call as soon as he got out of here. Walking out the back, he could see the ring of cars surrounding the enterance. His speed offered him aan escape however, practically a blur, and keeping to the edge of sightlines, Arcadus made a clean getaway. 

Checking his phone again, Jane had let him know that they were going to be looking for someone of his description, so moving to make a getaway was wise now, though he wanted to meet up with Rose. Sticking to roof tops, he watched as Rose made their way out. Leaping from building to building, Arcadus made his way to where the car was headed, Rose's apartment. Landing near by, he strolled from around the corner. "Hey Rose, good work there. I'm impressed, I gotta say."

[Arcadus]

NPC's Present [Natalia Jasonson] [Andrew Lebowitskikov] [Jon Utzbeki][James Olbert] [Jane] [Aiden] [Brayden] [Kayden]

[Kitai Yoru]

82 paragraphs, 24,600 ryo awarded

66 Arcadus paragraphs, 1,650 ryo awarded to Npc's

[Arcadus]

66x300 19600 npc ryo