Side Plot: The Big Bad Bitchin' Belcher [R, NDE]

[Zou ۞]

Quest Name:[/b] [The Big Bad Bitchin' Belcher]

Who can participate?:[/b] [Anyone, 3 RPCs maximum.]

Quest Time Frame (How long it takes):[/b] [2-3 weeks. Starts at 2 days after Origin Point.]

Quest Setting (NDE/DE):[/b] [NDE]

Quest Synopsis:[/b] [A while ago, several deaths were made note of. Paggos Chiemon, Jojo Kaguya, Arhellai Lagross. All former Captains. Joined also were Jeno Dakrie, Takakazu Sakanoue, and other Vice Captains. Arhellai Lagross, Andrea Follia, and Shinda Crusinik, all former Espada, were also killed. But, the strange thing. All of these people simply disappeared. What killed them? What killed them was simple, really. A powerful man in the human world sent them invitations, claiming that he could redeem them. They were mistaken to follow.

A human world video camera was found with the recording. To most it looked like winds knocking over trees and similar on youtube. But to anyone spiritually aware, they could see it. The man that did it was a blur. Hence occasionally blurring in the video. The others were not. All at once, they were destroyed. Slaughtered. Killed. This big man killed them all. All at the exact same time. Now, some might not consider this very impressive. But there exists another video elsewhere of an avalanche. And, to those with the trained eye, a battle can be seen. This is the man who truly killed legendary Squad 11 Captain, Saix Shinra.

As it turns out, he operates in South America, with an army of recruits whom he has personally turned into a prestigious and powerful delinquent gang. Most of them are young, teenagers even. He has become a trend. A fad to follow. And indeed, he is powerful. His gang, "The Warlords," has no rival. Other gangs pay tribute to them out of complete fear. That is how big it has become. He has commissioned his gang not to gain riches, but to gain fame. He wants them to rebel. To make their mark on the world. To destroy and to kill. That is their only true ambition.

This man has come to be known as the Big Bad Bitchin' Belcher, by his own choosing. And, as expected, there is an enormous prize on his head. Kill him. Taking him alive will be close to impossible. Kill him, and collect the reward.]

Maximum Number of Participants:[/b] [3 participants maximum]

Overall Goal:[/b] [Defeat Boss Character, The Big Bad Bitchin' Belcher]

Number of missions involved:[/b] [7]

BASIC Synopsis of each Quest mission:[/b]

[Mission 1 - You've just entered South America by whatever means. You'll be deposited into Uruguay, but there is no guarantee that that is where he is. However, given that his gangs have stretched across all of South America, you are certain to find a member of his gang somewhere here. Get information from that member. Get information from at least 3 members.

Mission 2 - You've learned that what you have won't be enough to survive here. You're going to need to collect some supplies and stock up on certain material goods. After that, you will be ready to continue.

Mission 3 - Now that you have a vague idea of where to go, travel there. You know where he'll be stopping for the first time. You will most likely be able to ambush and meet him here. But it seems you might be underprepared. Survive. He will most likely escape. If you can bring him down here, you end the quest. But if not, which is likely given lack of preparation, you will need to survive and escape for yourself. Now you have learned a little about him.

Mission 4 - Now that you understand you are unprepared, and you are recuperating from your wounds, you also understand that you must prepare more. Seek out locals that have knowledge of the area, and also seek out materials that you can use to give an edge to yourself. Find at least 3 ways to gain some sort of advantage.

Mission 5 - Given that he escaped last time, you have no idea where he is. You are in a new village. You can move to other villages/countries if need be, though this may take a while. Find him. Question at least five of his subordinates this time.

Mission 6 - You know where he is. Travel to his base. Survive going through the forest. Once at his base, get all the way in. Survive. Look out, it will be dangerous. There are a lot of enemies.

Mission 7 - Defeat the Big Bad Bitchin' Belcher.

Recommended Class for entry:[/b] [Most of it is Class 3 level, but the Big Bad Bitchin' Belcher is a Class 1 enemy. Special condition: He's worth 5000 QP.]

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

You know, the wonderful thing about being an Arrancar at times was that when you really put your mind to it, you could hunt down anyone. Garganta were magnificent ways to travel quickly, and could become scarily accurate if the individual using them had enough information. What's more, Pesquis allowed quite an impressive array of coverage for observation, meaning that unless you specifically took it into account while you were hiding, they could watch your movements without even having to be close to you. Even a place as large as a continent wouldn't have enough space to hide you, once they started focusing in on your location. Especially if the Arrancar hunting you was Myzaraphiston.

She was stepping out of a Garganta into a slum of some port city, invisible to all who weren't spiritually aware. She activated her Pesquis, carefully taking into account each little flare of spiritual energy she could, mentally noting the locations of the strongest ones in her observable area. She had been chosen to leave Las Noches to gather information about this "Belcher", to return with it to the Espada.

Of course, she intended to be quite thorough with her information. She would give the Espada information on everything about this man, right up to the smallest details of how he fought. If he was truly powerful, she would give this information to Most Fit Adalo first. The fact that he was worth quite a bit of money didn't matter to her, or even to the rest of Las Noches. What mattered was this man had been brazen enough to attack 3 former members of their army, and killed them. Such an act would not be allowed to simply lie.

And so, here she was. The Las Noches torture expert had once again come into the world of the living to obtain information, and she would get this information. And nothing would stop her from her purpose.

[Baja]

OOC: Yo Zou, Arhellai is not espada (yet). You made a typo. It should say Magnus.

[Cupid Koikokoro]

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Cupid made his way to South America by cruise ship, He had asked Hope to come along with him because he wanted to have a romantic week with hin but Hope had somethings come up so he decided that it would be better for him to stay home. This still made Cupid upset because he had been so excited for the trip but now he wasn't going to be having all the fun he thought he would be having. Cupid had other reasons for this trip then he told Hope but that didn't matter now that he was all by himself. "I miss my man. It was too bad that he couldn't make the trip but now if I get the guy I don't have to split any of the rewards!"

Cupid walked down a side walk. Long black dress pants draped his long muscular legs and he wore a tight plated pink top to protect him from some damage. His pink hair fell over his eyes so he had to brush it out of his face from time to time. He had managed to find himself in an abandoned part of the area with no one around. He sent out a pulse of reaitsu to notify all those in the area who where spiritually aware would be able to sense where he was and come check it out. Cupid's energy sensory was very high so he also could sense those around him that weren't just normal people. "Come out, come out, where ever you are! I just want to be friends!" Cupid said throwing that last bit in as sarcasm.

Cupid released another pulse of reaitsu hopefully getting more attention drawn to him. Cupid wasn't going to try and do this without getting noticed, he didn't care if he was noticed. He just wanted to get the man with the price on his head. There were bills that needed to be paid for and other things on Cupids mind so he wasn't going to play a whole bunch of games if he didn't need to. Now whether Cupid could actually afford to be this careless or not he would soon find out. He also didn't know if anyone was going to come to him anyway since they might think it's a trap and not respond to him but the again they were dealing with a gang. Gangs usually didn't like to be provoked and that was what Cupid had been doing, provoking them.

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Type: Soldier

Strength - [200] Half Points

Speed - [400] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400] Doubled Points

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [200] Points

Senses - [50] Points

Energy sensory - [200] Points

Healing Expertise - [50] Points

Total SP: [1700] Points

[Accuracy] {3}

[Eagle Eyes] {3}

[Alurring/Charm] {3}

[Cool Headed] {2}

[Sex] {1}

[Sense Emotions] {2}

[Memory] {1}

[Zou ۞]

Whatever Cupid was doing, he looked extremely stupid doing it. No one that he found was reiatsu aware. No one had any semblance of an above average reiatsu. There were no reiatsu users in the area. And, as Myza continued, she'd find the exact same thing. There were no people with reiatsu. However, every now and again, they'd see someone with a red colored mohawk and a pair of black tinted visor-style shades. It was very retro. Very 80s. And for whatever reason it was present in South America rather than somewhere like the US. It was every now and again that such an outfit would be seen, usually accompanied by a leather jacket or something. Was this normal? Maybe. It seemed to be a fashion statement. A lot of the people who had donned these outfits were pale. Surprising, considering mostly everyone else was tan.

Suddenly, near Myza, there was a scream. If she went to investigate, she'd find one of these men in an alleyway mugging a woman. No, not mugging her. Not even raping her. Attacking her. There was no rape. There was no theft. He did not want her sexually. Nor did he want anything that she had. It seemed his sole purpose was to hurt her. Maybe that was his personal quarrel. It was possible. If Myza did not go investigate, she'd find nothing. However, given that there were many bars and clubs open to her, she could easily go investigate in there. But if she went to investigate, the man would look up at her. He'd stare at her, as if glaring. Then return to attacking the woman. If she went, she'd realize that he could see her. If not, better luck next time.

As for Cupid, he'd end up turning the corner to see four or five guys leaning against a brick wall smoking cigarettes. It was pretty typical. Except, being a Quincy, he had a human body. Which meant it was not unusual for them to be able to see him. And indeed, they saw him. When they did, they all turned. They all grinned. All five began to advance on him with grins on their faces. One of them ran his hair through his mohawk. Two or three pulled out switch blades. One pulled out a baseball bat. Well, it seemed that they felt like beating up Cupid. Were they about to find out how wrong that was? There was no reiatsu from them. They seemed like ordinary folk. Would Cupid be more merciful in how he assaulted them?

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza's eyebrows furrowed together, disgust written across her face. "How pathetic. Once again, this thin-aired Hellhole has little to offer. So little. Ah, well. At least this will mean that there isn't any substantial resistance in the city. After all, they would be expecting a response, especially after the heinous acts their leader committed against the Chosen People."

She continued her observation, keeping her Pesquis on and active as she continued to move. The strange outfits caught her eye for a moment, making her stop to glance at the individuals wearing them. They didn't seem to notice her when she stopped, giving her more than enough opportunity to take in all of their appearance. It was certainly attire meant to be eye-catching, and possibly mildly defensive, if the leather was any judge. She had already picked apart several different ways to kill them with her chain alone by the time they had walked past. The Arrancar would turn to observe them a moment longer, before resuming her walk.

She did indeed notice the assualt as well, glancing over at it for the briefest of moments as she walked. Ultimately, however, she payed it no mind. It was just another example of these humans playing out their role in God's Plan. After all, if that woman died from the beating, chances were good that she might become a Hollow herself, especially if no Shinigami came along to purify her. And thus, the ultimate purpose of Survival of the Fittest would continue on. Myza completely ignored the woman's plight, and would continue on her way.

At least, she would have, until the man glared at her. She caught the motion out of the corner of her eye, and stopped in her tracks, immediately turning her head towards the other man. He was back to attacking the other woman by then, but Myza knew what that glance had meant. It meant that he could see her. It meant that he was spiritually aware. In that instant, the man's fate was sealed.

Myza quickly got her chain off of herself, curving it into a large arc at the side of the man's neck. If it hit him, the chain would shred open a large portion of his throat, causing his precious lifeblood to spill out onto the alleyway. The fact that the hook on the end of her chain would also bury into the other woman's skull didn't matter to her. This other man had to die now. He could see Myzaraphiston, and was dressed in what Myza now understood to be a uniform. That meant that he could have information for her, about what the clothing and style meant, or even something more than that. If nothing else, Myza needed a distraction from the lack of spiritual energy in this place. After all, that much walking could really make a girl hungry.

[Cupid Koikokoro]

Cupid hadn't been doing anything odd when sending out the pulses so if the people were not spiritually away then they would just see a oddly dressed man walking. If there was anyone to see anything anyways. Cupid was a little upset that no one responded to his pulses but he didn't expect this to be that simple. Cupid saw the men with the mohawks and the red colored visors. Cupid was born in the US so he was familiar with the 80's but for some reason that wasn't what came to mind when he saw it. Cupid thought that it had been some kind of underground gay club involving some kind of odd fetishes. He shook his head then rounded the corner. There he was, approached by five men.

These men hadn't been spiritually aware so they would not be a high class. Cupid released his love spell. The spell would immediately cause them to become full of overwhelming lust towards Cupid in which the would not be able to resist him. This was a tactic Cupid had come to use when he needed to interrogate someone who was far lower in class then he. Also he could use this to avoid them from wanting to harm him since they would be rendered madly in love with him, it wouldn't be surprising if all five of them had boners. "Fellas, what's hanging?" Cupid said with a sly grin. "So who are you and what are you doing about in this area?" He started with.

Hopefully this would work smoothly enough for Cupid so he would be able to extract valuable information from these men and maybe even have a little fun with them if there was time. After all he was alone here and he was in an open relationship so it's not like he would be cheating. The only thing that mattered would be his amount of time. Maybe he would come back to them if he had the option. Three of them were pretty good looking what did it matter if there was ugly ducklings. "Can I bum a cigarette as well?" Cupid reached his hand out. The other hand was ready in case for some reason his lovespell didn't work. Cupid wasn't going to be blinded by his own power

[Zou ۞]

The figures all cackled and grinned as Cupid's power affected them. They all began to surround him. It was not that his power didn't work. It was that it evoked in them a different response than had been expected. Falling hopelessly in love with him only gave them a new motivation and course of action; Their bestial lust. The men, essentially, as could be seen by bulges in their leather pants, planned to rape Cupid. Indeed, if this was the plan, then it was quite unfortunate. It meant that they would attack him, attempt to beat him down, and flat out strip him and try to rape him. Okay, no big deal. It wasn't like they were big timers. They had no powers. They were just thugs who were in over their heads. However, how would Cupid react to them?

They didn't reply to him. No one said anything. However, they did exchange dialogue with each other. And truly, it was strange. Though in Spanish, it contained some noteworthy slang that Cupid would barely be able to grasp, assuming he even spoke Spanish to begin with. Terms like "dingbug" and "sketchin" and "blitzstray" were among the terms that they used. They even went so far as to compliment Cupid, though whether or not he understood this was uncertain, given that they simply referred to his appearance as "schway." Then, all at once, they moved. Most converged on him only, but one was fast enough to get their first and grab at Cupid. They were clearly going to pull him down and try to beat him and rape him.

Meanwhile, Myza had begun to attack. The first man was a quick death. His throat slashed open, blood gushed out in a fountain. Normally it was not supposed to be so messy, but it had been a very deep, very splitting gash, and his mouth was wide open as he fell back and died there, blood pooling out of him. The other one's eyes widened. Given that he was nothing but a stupid kid, he was quick to simply up and run, sprinting away like it was no one's business. He simply attempted to escape Myza. Just that. However, given that he was a mere human, his speed was marginally inferior to hers, leaving her with the option to casually hunt him down and take him. He may look tough, but he was nothing to an Arrancar.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza casually ripped the hook of her chain backwards, dislodging a portion of the now dead woman's skull with it. A quick whirl was enough to dislodge the chunk, with it more likely than not landing on the other man who was running. Myza began to walk after him, her legs that were more likely than not longer than his eating up good amounts of ground with each stride. Once he was in 10 feet or so, she would lash out with her chain once again, aimed at this man's ankles. If it hit him, the chain would tear through his Achilles tendon, almost completely halting his attempts to escape.

The Arrancar would then slow down to a leisurely stroll, making sure that her footfalls could be perfectly heard. It was time to start a torture session, and the first step that she always took was to instill a sense of fear in her subject. She would walk past the now helpless man, standing in front of him for a moment. She would then deliver a swift kick to his right temple, her strength more than likely enough to fracture the skull. After that, she would hook the man with her chain in the side of his neck, catching the vital blood vessels there. She would then drag him while the hook was still in there, going back to the location of her other two kills.

Once that was done, it was a simple matter of waiting for the new Pluses to emerge and fully awaken from the trauma of death. She would be standing there in the view of all three of them, silent as the grave itself, her chain wrapped back around herself. Then her hand would lash out, backhanding the other woman, but not hard enough to send her back into unconsciousness. No, this woman would serve as a wonderful example now, a way to instill fear into these two men, to start to break their wills. She would pick the woman up by the hair, jerking her head back roughly. She would unwrap part of her hook, then bring it plunging down just above the area that the Chain of Fate attached to the woman's chest, then would partially pry it upwards. The process would be unbelievably painful for the poor woman, and would also begin a partial Hollowification process that would more than likely intimidate the two former gangsters.

She would drop the now partially Hollowfied woman to the ground, fully facing the two gangsters who were chained to their former bodies. Only then would she speak, falling back into her native tongue from when she was alive. The Spanish was recognizable as such, but was undeniably archaic as well.

"This woman is now in extreme pain, as you can tell. The reason for this is a fundamental change in her spiritual make-up, brought about by the loosening of the chain that is currently holding her entire being together. Once this chain breaks, she will cease to be. If you attempt to run, to escape me, I will catch you once again. And I will rip out your chain. But only once you beg me to, when you experience the absolution I offer. I will peel the skin from your arms first, a small strip at a time. I will eat it in front of you, so that you can savor the pain for longer. When that is finished, I will then begin the process of separating the muscles, fiber by fiber. Eventually, you will pass out from the pain. When you wake up once again, I will still be there, and I will be bring the end of a hook closer and closer to your eye, forcing you to watch me approach to remove it. Once I take it out, I will then move on to your teeth, removing them with my bare fingers. This will sadly take quite some time, but will ultimately be more painful for you as well. If you continue to persist past that...." The female Arrancar chuckled there, a dark sound that was almost certain to inspire dread in them. "Well, then I'll be forced to get creative. If you wish to avoid this sort of scenario, I will gladly oblige you, in return for information on your attire, the band of human delinquents known as 'The Warlords', and the man who leads them known as 'The Big Bad Bitching Belcher.' Now... Which would you prefer, gentlemen? My attentions, or answering some questions for a lady?"

[Cupid Koikokoro]

Cupid watched as his plan didn't work. He wasn't out of ideas just yet though. He knew that people didn't always respect the ones they have feelings for and in this case if he tried to get their sympathy then he would only end up on his back. Cupid wasn't too worried, after all he was pretty strong for a human, fairing at the muscular strength of an athlete. Additionally Cupid's speed was more than sufficient since he was quicker then a jungle cat. Cupid wished he had a cigarette right now but he was going to need to deal with these punks first. Cupid moved so that he wasn't surrounded by them. This was easy because he had such high speed, if they were normal humans the wouldn't be able to keep up. When they spoke Cupid had no idea what they were saying because he never spoke a word of spanish in his life.

Cupid smacked a hand away as they reached for him. He kept one hand onn a tonfa to knock away any hands that shot out towards him. This was to cause the man to be slightly turned from Cupid and not directly facing him. He then brought his foot into the crotch of the man who was closest to him, while grabbing his wrist, twisting it and pulling him behind Cupid. The kick would break his stiff gentiles and cause excruciating pain rendering him unable to continue fighting. Cupid moved towards one who was on the outside. They were all very weak when it came to their crotches since they had boners. Cupid was exploiting this weakness so that he would keep himself from being raped. Cupid shot out his leg once more aiming for the man on the end. The connection would cause the man to squeal out like a pig in pain. "If you were gentlemen this would have been muhc more satisfying for us all." There were three men left. Cupid jumped back making distance between him and all the men even those who were brought to the ground.

Cupid grabbed both tonfa with each hand and rushed in once more. He threw the tonfa at each man on the ends. Each tonfa was aimed for their crotch. The spun through the air and with Cupids amazing accuracy he was right on target, if they failed to move away. Cupid then pounced onto the last one. Cupid eased off his lovespell. He was using too much so maybe if he eased it up then he would have better results. This time he made it so it was only about a class 3-4 difference. This would make their rape sensations less potent and instead they would still feel something for him but they wouldn't have a wild lust for him."If you don't want to have a crushed crotch as well then i suggest you cooperate." Cupid really wanted to have some fun with them, but some people are just too fucked up to play with.

[Zou ۞]

"We the big bad!" one of the men snapped at Myza when she had them in their Plus Forms cornered. The bodies were dead, but the souls were still there. Though they had wheezed when screams of pain had almost escaped their lips (but been cut short) at the time of Myza's chain striking them, as Pluses they were far more defiant of her. "We run this town! We own this country! Soon we own the whole world!" He was speaking quickly, in a sort of staccato. There would be much slang to come from him in that Spanish tongue, but Myza would most likely be able to pick it up. While he taunted her, he did divulge information as well. It came with the taunts. It was useful, but he seemed willing to comply. Perhaps after dying he would even have been willing, just to try to scare her.

"Belcher fuck you up! He's bad! Big bad! You find him, you die! Travel west, you find him! You find him, he fuck you up! He wreck you! Chains and fast walking do you no good! You see! He destroy you! HE BREAK YOU! He tear you up!" That was all that he said, thus giving Myza an indication that West was the way to go. The second one spoke a little bit more calmly, but still tauntingly. "Belcher's big," he said. "Belcher'll carve your insides and strip the flesh from your bones. Belcher'll break you in two. Go find him. He be a ways past the town West of here. He wreck you. You see!" That was a little bit of information. Potentially all that they knew. It seemed that they wanted Myza to find the Belcher, as they were confident he would destroy her. With that, she was left with the choice of what to do with the two men before continuing on her journey.

Meanwhile, Cupid would have similar luck. Two of the men of course were knocked out, and the remaining three were crumpled on the ground in pain. They began to struggle to their feet. It took a few minutes of course for them to be able to speak more clearly. Assuming Cupid let them have that time, they'd speak, though of course it also meant that they'd recovered from their ordeal. "We the Warlords!" one of them hissed out at Cupid. Another one grinned a large grin. "We're nasty mothafuckas." It was noteworthy that they spoke Cupid's language when they said that. It appeared that either some magical force was letting them communicate, or Cupid could now understand Spanish. Or alternatively they spoke his language too, and therefore had changed their employed tongue for the duration of the conversation.

They each pulled out additional switch blades with grins. Of course they wanted to attack Cupid. He'd hurt their friends and them. But, they were talking too. "You don't mess with us," one of them said. "You mess, you break. We break you. If we no break you, Belcher break you. You stick your nose into Warlords business, he crush your bones into dust!" They still had that strange staccato way of speaking. Whatever it was, it seemed that they all did it in some variation, more or less. But what was more odd was that they weren't afraid even after being beaten up. Of course Cupid had been made aware of the Big Bad Bitchin' Belcher. Cupid could prod them for more, or attack them and finish them. It was up to him. Or he could go do something else.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

OOC: I think I'm going to drop out of this one. I don't really have any good inspiration in mind here now, and don't see any coming up in the near future. My apologies.

[Zou ۞]

OOC: Out of the BBBB? Sucks. It's an awesome thread.

[Zieg Revolver]

OOC: I may replace him with my bount, finishing him today.

[Cupid Koikokoro]

OOC: Sorry I was waiting for someone to join so I wouldn't be so far ahead but I guess I'm not waiting any longer :]

IC:

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Cupid looked at them on the ground. He felt bad he had to harm them in such a wicked manner but they were going to cause him trouble if he hadn't. Two were clearly out and he made note of that. That meant that there was three left and Cupid was going to need to keep one conscious so he would be able to get the intel he needed. Cupid didn't have a gravitational force, if he did he could keep them held down with out even lifting a finger but he had already tried his lovespell and it had a negative outcome. "We the Warlords!" Cupid heard one of them say. Earlier they had been speaking spanish or something and he couldn't understand them but he could understand them now. It was odd but Cupid was going to be OK with it.

A bow formed on Cupid hand. They may or may not be able to see the bow. However the the bow as very generic it was what looked like a quincy bow that had just been formed for the first time. There was no detail it was just an arc of pink reaitsu. The reaitsu was pink because Cupid's reaitsu was pink. Cupid quickly moved his other hand pulling an arrow back but nothing appeared. Even if they did see the bow they would not see the arrow. The reason was Cupid wasn't using his actual bow release he was using a quincy technique called Eigenschaft. Cupid was using the undetectable property which renders the arrow invisible and hidden from being sensed. Cupid was firing a class 4 arrow at one of them. He then quickly drew another arrow and released it at another. Both arrows were aiming for their hearts. Cupid wanted them out of the picture so he would only need to worry about one.

Cupid's speed was incredible so he was able to out maneuver all three of them as long as he didn't need to rely on his strength because even though he was strong her was only on par with athletes and these men were probably there too if not slightly stronger. Cupid moved back and put a silver tube in his hand that drew the other two arrows and pulled back firing it. The silvertube became invisible and faded but what Cupid just fired was a net that was going to wrap around the last one and retrain him. If this worked for Cupid then he was going to grab the net and begin dragging the man away "So take me to this Belcher. I could use a good breaking. I can feel it in my bones, I need some attention." Cupid jerked the net hoping to jostle the hostile man around. Even if he had the knife in his hand he wouldn't be able to move his arms so there would be no hope of him cutting Cupid.

Remaining reaitsu: 3370 (2000 + 1600 - 150 - 40 - 40 - 100)

Eigenschaft Active Property: Undetectable