A New Gem is Discovered

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Moving throughout the streets of Karakura one after another Asmoskon continues to get closer and closer to the individual that he had come back to Karakura in order to find. While he may have been in Karakura throughout his life it wasn't where he had grown up instead it was just the location where Asmoskon knew more spiritual activity took place than almost anywhere else in the world. Tonight he was here in the slum area of Karakura looking for a Bount that had apparently been being pretty active against Hollows and criminals alike. He heard from some sources in Karakura about the Bount yet to date all he knew was a brief description of the appearance and the fact it was female.

Gaining entrance into another of the clubs in this section of Karakura Asmoskon walked in the lights and music blaring throughout the club. While it would still be easy enough to take notice of all the females and their appearances the club scene did make it more difficult. He was looking for a female around his own age that had long black hair and a fierce look to her eyes. Asmoskon wasn't the best at sensing reiatsu yet he could feel a handful of spiritually aware individuals in the club. It would only be a matter of time until he narrowed down the possibilities inside and found the Bount.

[Eve Timor]

Taka's Crusade. A line of hangouts that peppered Japan. But any spiritual being who was familiar with the street racing knew that there was one that was better than the rest. The very first, and the very largest. Hidden inside of an abandoned asylum, away from any human corruption and tampering. It was not just a club, it had a red light district of sorts, it even had a race track in the deeper underground levels. And that's where Timor found herself. Not every night, but on those rare moons when her life was just going too fucking crazy for her, she was there. Down in that hive of a place, where the engines didn't roar, they hummed in high pitches, like some sort of alien life rather than the growl of a muscle engine.

She wasn't a racer, at least not to the caliber where she could race at the club. But she loved to watch, and given her looks, and her notoriety through the club, she had found another way to be a part of them. So no doubt Asmo would be walking through the club, surveying the area, surrounded by so many more non-humans than he could have imagined, when he likely might have glanced at one of the several screens showing off the races. With one just about to start. The lights down, dark, eerie. Neon lights outlining the edges of the track, and the cars themselves giving off their own glow beneath the skirts of the cars.

And of course, there she was. Strutting between the cars, lit up by that glow of neon and the spotlight that followed her. Flowing raven hair that gleamed, an outfit that dared one to look for too long, and those claws. Hands like black rock, obsidian twisted into living blades that held onto a flag. She stopped just infront of the very first line of cars, raising that flag, waving it once, twice, thrice, before it DROPPED! And suddenly those cars were speeding past her. Those engines were powerful, enough that the fans at the track itself could all enjoy the rumble and vibrations of the engines as they raced.

But for Timor, nothing could compare to being right in the middle of them as those engines roared to life and tore past her. Once the cars had left the starting line, she promptly headed off to the side, and naturally Asmo would lose sight of her, but if he'd been paying attention, he'd certainly know where she was a lot quicker. In any case, as Timor moved off to the side, she let out a breathy chuckle, smiling to one of the camera guys who promptly gave her a thumbs up as she headed off. It was her last race of the night as a flag girl, and she wasn't that interested in seeing the finish. Normally she also presented the trophies from time to time, but this wasn't one of those times. With her nightly dose of adrenaline, she was more than happy to take the elevator back up to the surface levels of the club, leaning back against the wall as those doors slid closed and she couldn't help but smile to herself.

To think that she had come so damn far. She had been more or less a streetrat before. Scrounging, mauling the random jerk now and then. she had been struggling to make ends meet, after all, who would hire suck a grotesquely featured woman with those claws? And now here she was in one of the biggest Spiritual Club in the region. She made good money, and she even had a fairly decent friendship with one of the owner's close friends. She hadbn't seen Luke in ages, but even so she knew that he was doing damn fine. Not a day went by when the kiddo who started out being taken under Taka's wing turned out to be one of the big faces in Uzaki Enterprises. She actually smiled to herself. No way she would ever get the drop on him these days. And in a way, she didn't mind that. Let guys like that, GOOD guys deal with the world.

As for herself? she was fine with her own brand of justice.

The elevator dinged as she reached the B1 floor, just below the entrance to the club, and walked out, a soft little sigh of relief escaping her as she headed right for the bar, smiling at the looks she got, and even more at the few familiar faces who offered words of encouragement and approval of her outfit for the night. She was wearing a bit more than usual. She had that jacket that she always wore, but she was also wearing a set of tight leather pants as well as a sporty cropped tanktop beneath that jacket, not leather but that breathable spandexesque material. Some sort of nylon thing, she honestly didn't pay too much heed. It looked good to her so she'd worn it. It showed a lot less leg, but it also gave off the vibe that she was REALLY known for at the club. As a tough bitch. She passed Asmo like she did just about any other patron. His garb, however odd it was, would not likely garner attention so much that she would pause to greet him on her way to the bar. She wanted something smooth and fruity to help her settle down.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

This was definitely different than what he had been expecting. Asmoskon knew of the clubs and underground spiritual community through research and assignments yet this specific one was an establishment that he hadn't embarked on prior through work or personal engagements. This was his first time here and despite how crowded it was with spiritual entities he could still make out the presence of only a few Bounts. He might not be the best at sensing the reiatsu of others, but he was good enough. As me moved throughout the multiple floors getting to know the lay of the club in order to make sure in the case of an attack or something else of a nefarious nature occurred he'd have the knowledge needed to make a quick escape or reposition himself effectively.

Despite the stern expression across his face Asmoskon felt a sense of happiness inside of him as he went about his maneuver. This was something that he always drilled into his subordinates. Despite being so young it had been one of the first things that his grandfather had taught him about being a Quincy. A Quincy to most was simply a spiritual aware human that could fire a bow. To the Masurao though it was more than that. They had to make sure they could stay alive and although most had been wiped out now Asmoskon had succeeded so far from learning the lessons of his grandfather, father and mother. He had been taught how to survive by those that had always been learning how themselves. They had been gone so long now and yet in a way they were still watching over him keeping him out of harms way.

As the minutes passed though Asmoskon came close to one of the Bounts it was a female that matched the description yet he felt an unease from her. Her emotions were in a flux that was apparent from her aura how much so, why and what it would mean though were all unknown factors. He'd keep making his way throughout the club passing by the other few Bounts inside of the club in order to make sure that his target was the specific one and not a mistake. After another ten minutes had passed Asmoskon was on the same floor as the female Bount known as Timor who he had passed earlier. None of the other Bounts inside of the club matched the description which meant if the Bount was here tonight it would be her.

He had come here not to assassinate or capture her like many of his assignments, but instead to speak which was why his attire at the moment was so . . . .casual. Most would wear something extra professional when attempting to recruit. Asmoskon could recall how a few years ago Zack the former Seven Guns member of Xcution had been wearing a suit when he had recruited Asmoskon. Instead of wearing a fancy suit though or his military outfit Asmoskon was wearing his casual garb. A simple black T-shirt, black jeans, shoes and of course the black leather jacket. Why was he wearing such casual clothing though? It was simple no one would suspect someone so average looking to be someone so important. Reality is an illusion. "So you're the Bount that's been dealing with the criminals lately." Asmoskon remarked as he passed from behind Timor to in-front of her. He'd stop and turn to face her after he had just spoken. "I've got some questions for you."

[Eve Timor]

Timor didn't fail to notice the few usual faces to the club. She came here frequently enough to notice the plainly dressed quincy, but of course it was a fleeting glance if anything, that is until he came to move in closer than most others. she narrowed her eyes when she watched him move around behind her, her claws curling into fists until at long last he came to a stop before her and spoke up. Well this was certainly an interesting t urn of events.

"What a way to start a conversation weirdo." she all but growled at him as she reached out and grabbed a beer that was set next to her. She used a clawed finger to pop the cap from it's top before bringing it to her lip and taking a nice, slow drink from it, eyes flicking back to the quincy as she took several moments to consider his address. "I don't have any interest in talking about whatever you think you know. If you wanna buy me a drink fine. If you wanna hit on me, you're barking up the wrong tree gotho. If you wanna talk about the races sure. But I sure for shit aint' gonna talk about whatever crazy shit you think I'm associated with." she noted flatly.

Of course she knew that he was onto something, but she didn't really go admitting to her vigilantism in public, especially in the club, even though a few of the guards knew about her activities. There was even rumoor that if you wanted someone taken care of and they were enough of a skumbag t hat Timor would do it, but nobody knew for sure and she wanted to keep it that way. Because of that, she didn't even give Asmo her continued attention, her gaze drifting toward one of the monitors as several cars tore through the track on screen, the race in full swing, a broadcast of the event going on down below.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The reaction that came from Timor was one that was received more often than most would assume when dealing with individuals that might not want to be found. Denial was something that Asmoskon had learned to roll with when recruiting those that he thought may be worth it that he didn't simply find in the process of spiritual action such as when he had found Kaze. The club was busy and loud yet based on the way that Timor spoke and the movement of her eyes it was clear that she those inside the club didn't know of her actions against the criminals. It made sense there would be more than a handful of criminals inside the club who more than likely jump at the chance to take down whoever had been eliminating their friends. Asmoskon wasn't here to beat around the bush though not was that his style.

The fingers of the Bount were showing that Asmoskon hadn't seen from a Nakkabakki before yet it wasn't outside the realm of expectation or reason with someone so unique. Her attitude was definitely not something that Asmoskon was looking forward to dealing with if it didn't happen to be a disguise which he didn't feel was the case. Just another potential subordinate with an attitude it wasn't anything new or annoying just the norm something that he guessed Timor didn't often fall into the category. This would make attempting to recruit Timor more difficult though as it was clear that so long as they both stayed inside of the club she wasn't likely to speak on the topic. "To think that someone so rash would be so cautious. I've come with an offer that could change your life for the better. If you're so keen on staying in your little circle than continue to waste your potential Eve Timor." Asmoskon starred sternly at the girl making it clear to her that he knew her not just by her name, but more how much though about her was a mystery.

[Eve Timor]

Eve simply watched the man. If he thought that Taka's club would be full of criminals then he was not as informed as he thought he was. Not that she was aware of this assumption, she just knew that the guy was so very....bland. Her brows lifted as he seemed to consider his words only for a moment before speaking. It was honestly like talking to a robot... No smile? No frown? Nothing? He acted as if everything she and he said were automated responses, and frankly she didn't like it.

She did feel a bit surprised when she noticed him speaking up about her name. Well. That name. That got her to frown just a bit harder. If he was trying to win her over then this certainly wasn't something he was doing well. If anything, he only made her more and more uncomfortable, those eyes narrowing venemously as actual angry burned it's way across her features. Her nostrils flared slightly, the bridge of her nose wrinkling, one side of her lip pulling up to show teeth in a slight snarl. The utmost resentment radiating from her like a fog as she let those claws slowly dig into her seat.

It was men like him that were the reason she worked alone. Men with metal hearts and metal minds. She didn't know him, she didn't know WHAT it was that made him like this, but she was familiar with the end result. Pragmatic. Illogical. Heartless. Her claws ached, and for a moment, she wondered what it would feel like to watch that robotic face shrivel and go dusty from blood loss. "Maybe you're hard of hearing, but I already told you to fuck off. My life is fine as is, and I don't need no stuffy, flat-faced, slik-haired NO GOOD FUCKING PATZEE TELLIN ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY POTENTIAL!" immediately the closest patrons turned and began looking directly at Asmo and her, but even her shouting hadn't completely pierced the music, and beyond a few meters the club simply continued as usual.

Of course aside from some of the guards making note of the disturbance, and who was involved. Namely one of their Flag Girls apparently having trouble with some rando. From the corner of Timor's eye she spotted a familiar face, Sezz placing his hand on a small stopwatch at his waist. But of course Timor turned away, ignoring him, making it clear she didn't need his help. She was a rebellious and vicious woman. Passionate, and well....there was a reason she worked by herself. This Pencil neck rubbed her in all the wrong ways. He didn't even pretend to be just another club goer, he had simply acted like he may as well have been wearing a suit and earpiece. Promptly she got up and began heading for the elevator, several of the more chivalrous males stepping between her and the new guy with subtle shakes of their head. Not the aggressive 'off limits' look, but the more realistic kind, the kind people gave in real life. the 'cmon dude I just wanna enjoy my night, don't be a dick' look.

For now she just wanted to get some distance away from this stiff asshole.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Just like that the recruitment of Timor was going the way that Asmoskon had expected after he had done the preliminary review of her from information that he was able to gather using the resources available through Xcution such as school, medical and parental history. He had been anticipating that recruiting her was going to prove difficult if not impossible for him. It didn't help that Asmoskon in truth didn't have the best experience when it came to Bounts having dealt with one than one exceptionally powerful one that had proven to be a problem in the past. He wouldn't try to speak to Timor again instead letting her say all of the loud mouth things that came from her mouth.

As she left Asmoskon raised his right hand to his mouth as if he was thinking deeply on something. "Alright go ahead with Situation B." whispered into his hand Asmoskon seemingly gave a message to someone yet who was a mystery at least to everyone else in the bar. The elevator doors would close with no one else inside as Timor distanced herself from who she saw as a annoyance. Suddenly though she would feel another presence inside of the elevator something or someone was in it with her. The buttons of the elevator suddenly went dark and the movement ceased. "So you're the one that's been attacking all my friends. Well little hero who's going to save you?"

As the last word was spoken Timor would feel like the weight of the entire club was suddenly placed on her shoulders. It wasn't a sensation that most spiritual individuals were foreign to yet the degree of pressure from it meant one thing. Whoever or whatever was speaking to Timor it was powerful and it seemed to be angry and ready to take revenge for Timor's actions even if she hadn't admitted it herself. The pressure wasn't the only thing though as the elevator itself began to tremble violently whatever was causing this was obviously doing something the only question was how Timor was going to handle it or if she even could.

[Eve Timor]

Timor tensed when that presence made itself known to her. Her brows knitting together in response to that spiritual pressure. The moment the elevator was halted, down below just about every staff member in the joint would suddenly stop what they were doing as it became known that the elevators stopped working. Not only that but the flexing of spiritual pressure drew attention. Of course, inside of the elevator, Timor narrowed her eyes slowly, a coldness coursing through her as any semblance of anger or fear bled from her.

This was no place to start a fight though.

"Meet me outside fucker." She growled, resisting that pressure and walking forward, the air tearing at the seams before it swallowed her up, promptly removing her from the elevator, the moment the tear closed behind her she felt herself almost stagger when the pressure was gone. She blinked rapidly, panting a little as she looked around at that hazy screen that was her view through that thin screen of the valley of screams as she began racing upward, using stepping platforms before she finally found the end of that endless expanse of rock, the air ripping open again as she stepped out onto the lawn outside and took several deep breaths. She then turned her attention back to the club.

She waited for ....whomever that was, to make a move. Either they would realize that their little plot didn't work, or they would come out and face her in the open. She pulled out her phone and started tapping away, to let Taka know what was going down. She doubted it would take long for them to get the elevators working, especially with how many Mod souls Taka had working for her, if the woman didn't personally go and fix it herself. She still was on edge. This was a little suspicious. Some crazy fucker starts talking to her about wasting her potential, and then some maniac stops her when she tries to get away? She comitted that face to memory. Definitely a face she planned on jotting down when she had the time.

Oh fuck, is something going on? Why didn't you wake me up bitch? Ah lovely, her doll was awake.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Everything so far was going just as predicted based on the information that had been gathered on Timor. So far things looked like there was still a chance he might be able to persuade her into at least thinking about joining Xcution. She was rigid and very temperamental yet that wasn't outside the realm of norms. The majority of spiritual aware entities in the human world shared virtually all of the negative attributes that Timor had displayed so far if not more so working around them wasn't anything Asmoskon wasn't accustomed to already. Now though Timor had called it all out and was looking to settle it out front where virtually everyone on the first floor would be able to see.

Once Timor got into the front and waited for the arrival of . . well whatever or whoever had just spoken to her inside of the elevator it was clear that she was taking a stand on favor of simply wanting to be left alone. It would only be a matter of moments before the ground itself seemed to rise up in a twirl wrapping around itself until what stood before her was a humanoid looking entity with m twisted, twirled like features. "So this is the little girl that's been causing so much trouble as of late. I would have expected someone a little more . . . complete."

"It doesn't matter. I'll just be done a bit quicker than I was expecting." Timor was likely one of the every few individuals in the area who may realize that the entity threatening her was actually a Doll. It wouldn't give her much time to talk back though as the ground around her would start to twist around sucking in her legs to keep her in place similar to quicksand. Timor would have time enough to react that was apparent yet this entity would vanish back into the ground. Only for slabs of earth to rise up from the ground around Timor and begin to enclose around her. Asmoskon like many others watched through the windows in the bar waiting to see just what Timor could do.