A Stuttered Invitation (Joint-Training, Closed, R)

['Stalker']

It was 4 AM and Prime was just done completing. She held her wad of cash in her hand, smaller then usual but it was done. She had just helped sell drugs to a few people and she got paid for being a dealer. You know, Prime was getting really tired of illegal drugs. She figured that this was her only solution to make money and live on. Such a shame if anything. She'd look at the wad of money in her hand with the door behind her just left. Those drug dealers must be happy to be rich with money while she's just a tool for them. Typical worker of the drug deals these days. 

She'd slowly slide her wad of cash in her pocket and walk right off. Her green eyes were a bit tired, they were light green and had a grassy look to them. She'd smirk and walk towards several ally ways but she'd just pass them as if they were nothing to her. She even found one where someone was getting beaten up and cried for help. She'd just shake her head and carry on. None of her business and no money involved. She'd feel to exhausted to help the poor fellow anyways. She'd slowly come across a poor hobo on the side and she'd look over at him as she walked by. He'd extend his hand out, "M-Money for the poor please, young lady?".

She'd slowly turn towards the hobo and gave him a disgusted look, "What? So you can buy yourself some drugs and shoot yourself up with horrible shit in your body to kill you eventually? What are you, fucking pathetic? No thanks, get a job you fucking loser." and spit in his hand instead. He'd look down and begin to cry. It was obviously painful to hear something like that from an attractive young lady like herself and she didn't even pity him. She'd slowly walk off and mind her own business once more but she could hear the man instead being attacked and yells were heard. He could hear him beg, "PLEASE NO!!! NOT LIKE THIS!" and be pulled into an ally. After many screams, a large blood splatter was splashed out of the ally and into the street.

Her eyes were shaken and stunned... She was scared and felt the instinct to run but instead she needed to figure out what that was. She had to stop whatever it was before it could do anything else to anyone anymore. She sprinted on the blood and looked over in the ally and found what it was. The creature looked literally like a prey mantis that was pure white. It was feasting on the poor man's flesh and looked like it was all just for his life. Her eyes went from a scared phase to a predator phase. Her lack of fear comes in handy and she gets into a martial arts position. She whistled over to the creature and catches its' attention.

The creature's face was covered in blood and it made an awfully weird noise. "Oooooo, look at you... You look quite delicious compared to this slob. His flesh tastes gross anyways. Why don't you allow me to cut you up and serve you to my tastes hmmm?" and this was just creepy enough. She'd dealt with these creatures once before but to a talking one? Goosebumps were all over her body and all she did was smile, "If you truly think you're going to eat me than stop standing around and go for me!"

The creature laughed with an evil laugh and charge her. As it finally reaches her, she was ready as can be. The hollow makes its first strike and she'd quickly move to side instinctively. Strike after strike, she'd simply move to the side. He was slow and so crappy as swinging. She eventually just jumped down and spreads her legs out to delivery a punch under it and it'd go so hard into it's body that saliva just came out. She'd fix her legs and spin one leg out to make the creature trip from her legs and it'd quickly fall down.

After groaning for a little while, she'd quickly get her legs around the creature's head and begin to constrict it. He'd not be able to bite her but it could cut her... It'd begin to send it's sharp blades against hers legs and cut into her skin but that just made it worse for the hollow. She'd grip even tighter and eventually the creature screamed, "STOP! STOP! STOP! MY-MY MASK! IT'S.... CRACKING!!!!!!" and she'd pressure his mask to crack and eventually break apart, instantly killing the creature like snapping someone's neck. She'd feel blood drip down her leather leggings as she gets up.

As she weakly got up she would just wipe the dirt off her and limp herself away a bit. This was painful for her and she could stand the pain because it was minor but the creature had sword like blades going into her skin. She'd simply just take note that she'd slay a soul demon or whatever and be happy with it. After all, she has money from her job so that's all that really matters. She'd limp herself back but surely enough something else will happen...

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus Cole was many things. He was a knight, an assassin, an accountant, a nervous wreck, and a loyal officer of Uzaki Enterprise. However, he was not a heavy sleeper. It was rare for him to sleep at all, actually. There was just too much to do, so after he spent the past few days with less than four hours of sleep while verifying the accounting details of the investments made by several companies in London. After all, he was a major figure in Uzaki Enterprise’s finances, so it was ideal that Kazura send him as a representative.

So what was Marcus doing so late past midnight and so close to sunrise? Well, he just couldn’t sleep. His work was done and he was due to fly out in the approaching afternoon, but sleep eluded him. So, in his boredom, Marcus felt like taking a walk around the city of London. Well, it wasn’t really a walk. It was more of a leap between rooftops, because it was more fun that way. Marcus would jump enormous distances between major streets and complete triple and quadruple backflips before landing on his feet with flawless balance. It was a simple way for him to exercise his acrobatic ability while burning time until he could leave.

The Fullbringer must have been out for over an hour, and at the rapid pace he was going, the man would be putting a decent distance between himself and the high-class area of the city where his hotel was located. Not that he cared, really, but there was a significant drop in the safety of the area. For more people were out at night in the outskirts and the less fortunate neighborhoods, most likely engaging in sketchy business.

A few select people noticed a man flying over their heads, but Marcus was barely a blur to them, so they would dismiss it as their tired eyes playing tricks on them. After all, it’s not like Marcus stood out in particular. He wore a black carbon fiber plated battle suited issued to him by Uzaki Enterprise, and it became his ideal outfit mostly for the flexibility, necessity, safety, and aid to his stealth that it provided. The only color on the suit was a midnight blue streak in a wide ‘V’ that ran across his chest and shoulders.

Marcus didn’t cover his face that night. Usually, he wore a matching visor to hide his ice blue gaze that peeked out from under his short, black hair. However, he felt like seeing the world as it is for whatever reason, walks were always better when the scenery wasn’t admired through a window or glasses. It was always nicer to have a direct view of the world and see it as it is, looking at it through something else would only dull the colors or lie and make them even more vivid. It just wasn’t real that way.

The assassin had been flying through the English night when, suddenly, something caught his eye. Well, actually, it was someone. A girl, to be exact, with long blond hair that stood out in the bleak darkness. From a distant glance, she seemed fairly attractive, but Marcus was only making that mental note in his head. Her beauty meant nothing to him, for he was already happily in love. And, even before he met Harle, the Fullbringer never really admired or went after women. He was too busy for that, Harle was just his escape from the world during the few times that they were together. She was the exeption, and she was the only one Marcus had eyes for.

The only reason the Uzaki Enterprise officer even glanced at the woman wasn’t because of her appearance. Actually, it was more about what she was doing. A hollow was swinging at her, but she was easily evading side-to-side. The man, moving unseen as he blended in with the shadows, quickly made his way to a spot on the roof right above her fight and just observed. She seemed to be in control of the fight, for her punch and sweep knocked the hollow down. She was fortunate that the monster wasn’t faster, for there were some risks that she took, and one of them proved to be harmful.

The woman decided that her best move to kill the creature was to choke it out with her legs, but that plan ended up backfiring. Her legs were exposed and she had no means to evade an attack, so Marcus simply watched as the hollow struck her thigh, causing a significant wound that wouldn’t kill or cripple, but it would do some damage. However, the battle was ultimately a success, for the hollow was dealt with.

Marcus observed as she began to walk down the ally, struggling with her injured leg. Maybe it was time to reveal himself. The man was not a talker, and social enviornments actually scared him. However, he saw some potential in this girl and he knew that Kazura would definitely be interested in her. Maybe the Fullbringer could convince the blonde to return to Karakura with him. Yes, he’d have to try to do that, for Kazura if nothing else.

He jumped down from the roof, landing with a soft thud as he absorbed most of the shock by bending his knees at the precise moment. The man’s arrival would appear sudden and alarming, so he backed off and kept a gap of about fifteen feet between himself and the girl. His ice blue eyes examined her with caution, but she might see a hint of nervousness and awkwardness in his expression and body language, for he was hesitant to speak. “H-hi… I’m Marcus… Cole. Marcus C-cole…”

What a great start. His introduction was extremely awkward, but what else was he supposed to say? “Hi, I watched you get hurt from up there like a stalker.” No, it was best to introduce himself, but he didn’t have to be so damn weird about it. The Fullbringer was already irritated with his lack of social skills, and he fiddled with his hands awkwardly while attempting to talk again. “I-if you want, I can h-help you take c-care of your l-leg… and help you get stronger so you w-won’t get hurt like that a-again…” It was a shaky invite that he barely stuttered out, but perhaps Jill may find it appealing. Or perhaps she may find the man before her weak. If the latter was the case, she’d find that she was sorely wrong.

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{Stats, Skills, and Items}

Strength - [400] (600) Points

Speed - [350] (700) Points

Spiritual Pressure - [350] (210) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [50] (25) Points

Light Aura - [60] Points

Dark Aura - [40] Points

Instinct - [150] (225) Points

Senses - [100] (75) Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [1400] Points

Abilities

• [Martial Arts: Escrima] {3}
  
  
• [Weapons: Throwing Weapons] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Special Skill: Movement] {1}
  
  
• [Stealth] {3}
  
  
• [Acrobatics] {3}
  
  

Items:

15 Kunai

Suit MK I

Escrima Sticks/Staff

['Stalker']

That son of a bitch of a creature was tough as hell to kill. She had to literally put a lot into that just slay that fiend. Her legs were pumping with pain, she'd groan a bit and lay herself on top of a dumpster for a moment. Her eyes were green with pain. A green that was very light. She heard something behind her and quickly flipped herself over to look over. It was a man in the shadows but he slowly made himself shown. She'd bite her teeth down, observing him. This man was already giving her the creeps.

Her eyes were very light green, like fresh grass being grown. She'd listen to him and it was just creepy. He stuttered and it was creeping the hell out of her. He could be a rapist for all she knew. Offering help like this was just weird, "Look here buddy, you're fuckin' freaking me out! I'm not afraid to kick your sorry ass! I suggest you... You... back off!" and she'd weakly stand off the dumpster. Her fists would rise up to prepare to strike. It seems Marcus has to tame the beast in order for her to listen.

She'd stretch her leg as more blood escaped her body. She'd sprint in with so much pain and roll in to make her first strike. As she gets close, she'd make a roll and when she'd arrive she'd twists her leg out to attempt to trip him. She she swung her leg out, a blood trail would follow. It was clear to Marcus that she was losing blood in the whole progress of defending herself like an animal being cornered in a spot. Obviously, this would result in her missing or being dodged by someone like Marcus because he's overwhelmingly more powerful then her for now. She'd bite her teeth as this was just too painful to fight.

She had thoughts flowing through her head. 'Bloody hell! If I truly keep doing this, I'm going to probably die from blood lose. I can't let this rapist hurt me! He's just too powerful though! Shit, shit, shit... Just keep fighting Jill, maybe he'll leave you alone at least. God damnit, I can't die like this! This is just too horrible!' she'd look worried on her face Marcus could tell. She was clearly not wanting to fight but she was reacting like an animal would if they're scared. Marcus could pound the hell out of her and control her or simply calm her down. It was really up to him.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 50 (35)

Speed - 50

Spiritual Pressure - 50

Reiatsu Strength - 50 (75)

Light Aura - 5

Dark Aura - 95

Instinct - 50

Senses - 50

Energy sensory - 0

Healing Expertise - 0

Total SP: [300] Points


SKP (9/15)

Weapons (Guns) [1]

Martial Arts (Brazilian jiu-jitsu) [1]

Analyzing [1]

Focused Eye [1]

Lack of Fear [1]

Stealth [1]

Anti-Stealth [1]

Acting [1]

Sex [1]

[Marcus Cole]

People were confusing creatures with self confidence so ingrained into their mentality that they wouldn’t even question the path they take to jump to conclusions. After all, it’s only natural for a man, or woman in this case, to make curving and twisting, nonexistent lines between certain dots to derive a false conclusion. In all actuality, people tended to only fool themselves in such situations. Misunderstandings would spring and conflict would emerge. People just made things a mess sometimes, it really wasn’t worth dealing with them for the trouble they bring.

And so Marcus typically preferred to work alone. It only made sense, after all, for he wouldn’t have to hold back his full strength if there were no allies nearby. He wouldn’t have to watch out for the weak link and make sure his comrades lived through what would have been a much easier mission had he been alone. Marcus had talents that few others possessed, so not many people can keep up with him. Logic suggested that the best course of action was for him to take on solo missions and do them well with little to no complications emerging, for without any allies, there was less of a need for coordination that always has a varied chance for error.

In addition, there was another reason that Marcus usually kept to himself and avoided interacting with others: he was no good with people. Marcus was awkward, shy, and suffered from extreme social anxiety as well as other mental illnesses that occasionally cause him to clutch his head and scream at the top of his lungs. He couldn’t make eyecontact with another human being, much less strike up a conversation. How was he expected to work on a team if speaking wasn’t his forte? Marcus worked best as a leader by example. The words would be left to those who cared for them, for actions spoke much louder.

And so Marcus was forced into a situation where he was tongue tied, so words were not an option. After all, the woman’s surprising words shocked him and prevented him from scourging the little pieces of social proficiency scattered around his mind and put together a proper explanation. “Look here buddy, you're fuckin' freaking me out! I'm not afraid to kick your sorry ass! I suggest you... You... back off.” Marcus shook his head in fast and abrupt movements. No, that wouldn’t do. His mouth was open, but no words were coming out. He just couldn’t find them.

Jill had decided to take action and leaped off the dumpster she had been resting on to attack her opponent. However, she was still injured and that fact was obvious. Her movements were slower and she appeared to be in pain as her injured leg supported her weight briefly and propelled her forward in her sprint. Jill exerted all of that energy, causing her leg to bleed more profusely and bring her even more pain. Her blood would be pumping faster and faster, especially from the roll she carried out. It was an impressive maneuver, but it was not the right move against the man she wanted to pick a fight with.

Throughout Jill’s assault, Marcus would stand still. He wouldn’t move a muscle and simply watch, his brain still confused and his tongue still stupefied. However, he could still analyze her battle movements, for those didn’t require social skill. Actions were much simpler and direct than words. They made more sense to the socially impaired Fullbringer. Jill’s sweeping leg would make its way toward Marcus. However, just before it connected, she’d find her leg pass through the air with no resistance. In fact, Marcus was no longer standing there. She wouldn’t realize how or when he vanished but he did.

What she would feel, however, were light winds circling around her in the ally like a small tornado. If she looked up, she’d find several black blurs springing in a circle around her. They were afterimages caused by Marcus moving at a ridiculously high speed that Jill would just not be able to come up with. After a few seconds and several scores of cycles around the circle he ran in, Marcus would finally stop suddenly, standing no less than ten feet away from Jill with his hands held up as a sign of peace and friendship. ‘I want no problems’ was the message he sent.

Marcus decided to sit down with his legs crossed, so he bent down and assumed that position while looking up at Jill with his nervous ice blue eyes that were reluctant to meet her gaze and continued to avert themselves to the floor. “M-my name is Marcus C-Cole…” he repeated, his stuttering voice quivering slightly as he attempted to maintain a peaceful tone. “I w-work for the c-company U-uzaki Enterprise. You’re hurt, s-so let me help you. I have m-m-medical equipment in my hotel…” It was an open invitation, and it’d allow Jill the opportunity to learn more about the man. However, it would be up to her whether she wanted to take the offer or not, or if she still believed Marcus to be a rapist.

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['Stalker']

Her eyes widen as the man's figure vanishes. He just disappeared into thin air and now he appears elsewhere. She swings her leg around and hits the light particles instead. She slowly and weakly gets up but that doesn't scare her one bit... She looked around for a few moments and finally finds him, his hands up. It was a token of peace to him but Jill was unsure. She slowly backed herself into a dumpster and leaned against it. Her eyes gazed upon, watching him carefully.

Surprisingly, she recognized those light particles. She has light particles too when she releases her power out but her lights glow rather different. Her's is purple (Like her text) and she found his rather very strange. He was strange but he spoke, “M-my name is Marcus C-Cole…”. She rolled her eyes, holding the pain back. "Yeah, you already said that bub..." she'd say in an arrogated tone. “I w-work for the c-company U-uzaki Enterprise. You’re hurt, s-so let me help you. I have m-m-medical equipment in my hotel…” that made Jill's eyes widen. She slowly looked over and was confused from this point.

She needed help but it was logical also not to trust this stranger. She slowly looks over to where she was... She had not shadows around. Marcus could study her activity whether her acting strangely because she was looking around for some reason. She'd slowly stand herself up. "Shadow Isles..." and suddenly the nose ring on her nose would glow along with her eyes and the ring would produce a large amount of light particles all over her body.

The soul from this tiny ring would be used with her power as finally all the light particles vanish in an instant she appears gone with a black liquid left behind where she stood. The liquid begins to emerge something out of it. A figure that was pitch black was rising out and when it finally comes out, the colors and figure become clear now. Jill now wears a sci-fi suit (Starcraft Ghost suit) with lights flowing like a river on some parts of it. She looked upon him. Her leg still looked ripped however as if she wore the suit while being attacked. The liquid fads.

Marcus would instantly know this was no average human but his kind. She showed herself off as an animal who doesn't want shit against her. "Let's make a deal then..." she'd say and she'd limp over to a shadow produced by the street light. She walk on top of it and instantly sink into the shadow like she fell through it. This could give Marcus a lot of shock for a Fullbringer like herself to have such a unique power like this, yet she was still in development.

She'd slowly walk towards her shadow chair in the Shadow Isle dimension and sits down, the leg being bleed as she crossed her leg. She was safe and secure but her wound still bleeding. She used the windows in front of her as intercoms as a shadow happens to be near Marcus. "Speak, your business. You come from a company and I refuse to cooperate until you tell me why you are watching me and for what purpose. I will accept a contract though if your company is offering one. No employment bullshit." this would be a challenge to Marcus possibly. She was asking a purpose for him watching her and that was enough to make Jill on her bad side. Also the fact of employment? That's gonna be hard to come through.

[Marcus Cole]

“Yeah, you already said that bub…” Marcus had a really bad feeling about this conversation. This woman was not the type of person that cared much for things like mutual respect and formalities from what he understood. Now, that wasn’t a bad thing. However, it did make things harder for Marcus because of how damn casual she was. He was doing his best to put together a couple of sentences, but he wasn’t well equipped to counter the type of sass she displayed. It wasn’t that he wasn’t witty enough, but rather that he didn’t have the social skills to pull something like that off. This was going to be a much bigger challenge than he anticipated.

Now, Marcus was a bit flustered and unsure of how to respond. He was not the type of person ideal for recruiting people like Jill, but he did have a few ideas. All Marcus had to do was appeal to her in various ways and hope that he wouldn’t have to rely on his nervous words but use more concrete and more attractive bonuses to joining Uzaki Enterprise. The Fullbringer placed his hand into his right pants pocket and used muscle memory to tap the touch screen three times to call in a ride.

“Shadow Isles…” Now, Marcus had little to no energy sensory, and he was awful with detecting reiatsu in that sense. However, releases were another story and those stuck out like thorns on roses. His ice blue eyes examined her with sharp scrutiny, and although he didn’t appear to be in a battle stance, Marcus was ready to spring with a split second’s notice. He was fast both physically and mentally.

To Marcus’s surprise, however, Jill did not take the offensive. Maybe he was just anticipating the worst, or but it was better to be safe than sorry. In this case, he was neither. Instead, he played the role of an audience as Jill put on a show for him. With a flash of light that originated from her nose ring, which Marcus quickly identified as her Fullbring, she was gone. Instead, a black puddle lay in her place. From the dark liquid, the woman emerged in a completely new outfit, one that appeared to be more suited for combat. She and Marcus now both wore their battle suits.

“Let’s make a deal…” Uh oh, here it comes. Time to do the negotiating. Marcus took a nervous gulp as he watched the woman limp toward the streetlight prior to sinking into the shadow. So that was her ability, and a very useful one at that. Marcus wasn’t sure if he countered her or not, for he wasn’t aware of the limits of her power, but Marcus’s ability brought complete darkness so either he would negate her disppearing or give her more opportunity to use it. Perhaps they would make a good pair in the field, assuming that Marcus was ever forced to do a mission with a coworker. But no, he was skipping steps. He had to recruit the woman first, Kazura would find her ability to be very useful.

Jill didn’t resurface or reappear, but Marcus knew that she wasn’t gone. No, it was impossible. Her reiatsu signature was still there, so she had to be present somewhere. And that is when he heard her voice echo through the shadow. "Speak, your business. You come from a company and I refuse to cooperate until you tell me why you are watching me and for what purpose. I will accept a contract though if your company is offering one. No employment bullshit." Marcus couldn’t help but frown. She wanted a contract, but Kazura didn’t hire mercenaries or assassins. He needed employees to work along side him. Marcus would have to make sure she saw the bonuses to employment.

But now was the issue of speaking. It was his turn to talk and pitch his deal, but his voice was about as shaky has his arms, and both were quaking like southern California on a normal day. However, there was one place where Marcus could find strength and courage to speak. He still had the words and memories that she left him with. All he had to do was imagine that she was beside him, and Marcus suddenly found that the chemistry between his mouth and mind focused. Maybe he would actually be able to do this.

The Fullbringer took a deep breath and began speaking. “I was not watching you, but it was luck that I came by when you killed the hollow. You’re strong, and you’ve got a unique power. It’s true that it won’t be hard for you to find employment or contracts, but Uzaki Industries isn’t just some company offering a deal. Work with us has its perks, and they’re way more beneficial than temporary deals. We have resources, If you give me the chance, we could take care of that cut, give you a great place to spend the night where an even better meal will be waiting the next morning, and the worst case scenario is that at the end of it all, you walk away with a full stomach and some knowledge.”

Marcus was beyond surprised of himself. Part of his mind was terrified, and he felt his hand quiver slightly in the night’s breeze. However, his face appeared focused and serious. He spoke calmly and slowly. Perhaps the strength of his voice might be enough to sway her, and but Marcus had just a bit more to add to reel her in. “No contracts would offer you as high and stable of a pay, not to mention the high-tech spiritual equipment that you couldn’t get your hands on anywhere else. Uzaki Enterprise is a cut above the second best deal you’ll ever get.”

It was then that the dull buzz of an engine and the sound of rubber against gravel in the distance were close enough for the two to hear. Marcus wasn’t sure if the woman would be able to see through the shadow, but if she could, a slick black limo would catch her sight. It was long, polished, and shined of luxury and wealth. “That’s my ride… or our ride. It’s up to you.” The limo would stop by the street beside Marcus, but the man wouldn’t quite enter. His bold, doubtful, and still slightly nervous sapphire gaze would look to the shadows, waiting for a response. And if she declined, he could use the quiet car ride to recover from his draining mental feet. I can't believed I said all of that...

['Stalker']

Prime was cooping with the thoughts and proposal. She slowly nods as she speaks, looking at her leg that was slowly bleeding. “I was not watching you, but it was luck that I came by when you killed the hollow. You’re strong, and you’ve got a unique power. It’s true that it won’t be hard for you to find employment or contracts, but Uzaki Industries isn’t just some company offering a deal. Work with us has its perks, and they’re way more beneficial than temporary deals. We have resources, If you give me the chance, we could take care of that cut, give you a great place to spend the night where an even better meal will be waiting the next morning, and the worst case scenario is that at the end of it all, you walk away with a full stomach and some knowledge.”

She looked to her personal guidance behind her and the figure slowly just nodded to listen more into it. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, listening to what he had to finish. However, he said this because of the limo rolling up. She could see it clearly with the shadow it made but it simply showed her had business and was rich. Maybe, if they have money and good services for jobs than maybe it's worth it after all. “No contracts would offer you as high and stable of a pay, not to mention the high-tech spiritual equipment that you couldn’t get your hands on anywhere else. Uzaki Enterprise is a cut above the second best deal you’ll ever get.”

She stands up and limps towards a window that was near the area. She slowly stepped into it and in reality she slowly appears from the limo's shadow where Marcus could see her. "Very well, I will watch you carefully. Let's learn something today, shall we?" she'd say as she rises from the shadows. She was creepy enough to be a ghost but for now she was on his side. Marcus must keep in mind of the problems just in case to avoid them. They'd enter the limo eventually, and she'd sit across him. Her grassy green eyes peer at him, "Why does your company want someone like me truly? A nothing but good merc only wanting money and power? Obviously, you want me not as a merc but surely there's a catch to this. Would you trust someone like me? I could back stab your company if I got the chance, you know." she'd ask him. She wasn't being serious in her tone but just making logical points to him on what she COULD do. This was a huge problem here possibly for him. She presents herself as a merc who's only in everything for money and power. Could she be honestly loyal? That will be decided for him to answer.

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus was pleased to see blonde hair emerging from the shadow, followed by the remainder of the woman. She seemed skeptical but curious, which is exactly what Marcus wanted. She wanted to know more about this organization. She was definitely interested. However, this also meant that Marcus wouldn’t get his mental break quite yet. He’d need to keep talking to the girl, informing her of the organization and her role in it if she chooses to accept the offer. It would all be done through dialogue between the two, and conversation is not Marcus’s forte. This may be a long night.

Very well, I will watch you carefully. Let's learn something today, shall we?" Marcus responded with a tacit nod as he entered the car, leaving the door open for Jill. There was room on both rows that faced each other, so Marcus was happy to see the woman select the seat opposite to him. It’d make it easier to face her and keep a bit of space between them. Jill’s green eyes, like meadows, stared at Marcus sharply and with scrutiny. He could imagine the doubt running through her mind, and Marcus didn’t find the strength to meet her gaze. Instead, he kept his gaze glued to the window as they drove through the English metropolis.

“Why does your company want someone like me truly? A nothing but good merc only wanting money and power? Obviously, you want me not as a merc but surely there's a catch to this. Would you trust someone like me? I could back stab your company if I got the chance, you know." Marcus had to force his gaze to meet the woman’s as she spoke, but he did so reluctantly. She didn’t speak grimly, but her points weren’t exactly pleasant either. However, Marcus figured that those topics would need addressing if she got any crazy ideas in the future.

“We want you because you have p-potential.” Marcus was doing his best to keep his speech together, but the struggle was still present. “We want individuals who we know can hold their own weight and aid Uzaki Enterprise in its goals to protect the human world from things like the hollow you just fought.” Kazura sought to create a force of humans that could take charge of their own dimension rather than rely on the half-assed Shinigami to fail in defending the human world. That was Kazura’s vision, and Marcus would help that dream become a reality.

“As for your second point, I don’t trust you. At least not yet. But for now, I wouldn’t trust you to get Kazura’s coffee, much less handle a big assignment. But you’ll earn my trust and I’ll e-earn yours. How does that sound?” Marcus’s tone was calm, not friendly or inviting. It wasn’t like he was proposing that they become friends in the future but rather stating it like a fact. If Jill did a good job and showed loyalty, she’d have Marcus’s trust. The question was what he had to do to earn hers. However, Marcus wasn’t quite done for Jill brought up a dangerous topic. “And if you ever consider betraying me, Uzaki Enterprise, or Kazura, I’d personally hunt you down. And I’ll keep an eye on you in the first place to make sure that you didn’t get very far in your back-stabbing.”

There would be a few more minutes that elapse before the limo would reach the destination: a grand hotel in the center of London’s downtown shopping sector. The building must be at least seventy stories tall, and it was truly a magnificent giant among giants in the London skyline. Marcus would lead Jill out of the limo that had pulled up in front of the building. The revolving doors acted as the entrance to a grand lobby with crystal chandeliers, elegant seating areas, and a grand water fountain in the center. However, Marcus didn’t care about the luxury of the lobby. He walked directly toward the elevators in the corner, hoping that Jill would follow with equal diligence and speed. After all, her wound was drawing attention and Marcus hated attention.

When they entered the elevator, Marcus pressed the second to last button to begin their ascent. They’d be alone in the elevator, and although awkward silences were right down Marcus’s ally, perhaps Jill wasn’t too fond of them. Maybe it was time to break the silence and break the ice. “W-what’s your name, by the way…?” He tried to bring the question to the floor casually, but the stutter didn’t help with the execution. It was too late, though, and he had to hope that his poor speech wouldn’t piss the woman off.

When they emerged from the elevator, Marcus took a sharp right and entered the first room to the left. It was a grand presidential sweet with two bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. “U-unless you’d rather g-get your own place, you can s-stay here tonight. There’s an extra bedroom and bathroom.” Marcus was inviting the woman for purely business related reasons. In fact, he’d be more than thrilled if she locked herself up in one of the bedrooms or even requested her own suite, but the decision would be up to her.

“Wait on a chair in the kitchen,” Marcus told her when he disappeared to his bedroom for a few seconds. He quickly reemerged with a traditional first aid kit. The man was no medical expert or doctor, but he could deal with basic bandages. He would motion for Jill to either roll up, if possible, or pull down her pants so he could apply the bandage. In truth, he didn’t even consider the connotation of what he was requesting. For him, the job was to put on a bandage, and that’s what he would do. Jill just had to let him wrap the bandaging cloth around her leg several times and secure it. And when the job was finished, she could put her pants back on. Marcus hadn’t even realized the sexual allusion of his request.

“If you’re tired, we can talk more tomorrow…” Marcus would say as he returned to his bedroom to replace the first aid kit in his suitcase. “I’ll be right out, I just need to change really quickly." As much as he loved his Uzaki Enterprise-designed battle suit, he wouldn’t be able to rest very comfortably in it. In less than a minute, Marcus would come out of his bedroom in black running shorts and a plain white t-shirt. His hair was unkempt, but it somehow settled nicely over his crystal blue eyes. If Jill decided that she wanted to sleep, Marcus wouldn’t be able to do the same. He’d just sit up in quiet peace in the living room, making sure she didn’t try to pull anything over him when he was vulnerable in his sleep. If she wanted to talk, however, he would comply.

['Stalker']

((OOC: I've requested an early grading for something I'm doing! Just grade me on how much I have total so far))

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

300 TP to both participats

['Stalker']

Jill crosses her leg like a proper woman should. She listens to him very carefully and nods as he makes the proposal of trust eventually and how they both mutually don't trust each other. Jill was all fine with it until he brings up something that makes Jill's eyes widen from her 'what if' scenario. “And if you ever consider betraying me, Uzaki Enterprise, or Kazura, I’d personally hunt you down. And I’ll keep an eye on you in the first place to make sure that you didn’t get very far in your back-stabbing.” this made her feelings mixed with anger but she slowly steamed it all out with this.

She slowly leans up closer, the suit lets off fabric noises as the suit is tight but not rather bad tight against her body so it lets off a quite promising noise. giving him a stare of a prompt warning, "If you're going to honestly get my trust, Mister Cole... It is best not say too much to what I have to ask. To tell me, you're going to watch me certainly makes this moment 'unpleasing'. Next time, watch what you say before you say it out loud. It could effect your 'employment'. I already hinted you earlier I hate being watched," she briefly said to the dark figure before leaning back in her seat. It was clear she doesn't like being watched over because it shows her privacy is being evaded. She takes this very personal and serious as a threat. However, she remains lax to not harm Marcus. She waits there several moments as the time in the limo passes. She stares at the window rather to Marcus.

As soon as they pulled up she opened the door and and limped out. Looking over this huge area with her eyes, she followed Marcus inside. Indeed, attention was being focused on them but with manners she didn't cause much more attention. She just hates a crowd peering at them. They go in the elevator and Marcus presses the button to launch. The elevator closes and starts with moments of silence, she leaned against the wall. She finally hears the 'What's your name' saying and smirks. She finally gets asked, huh? She looks over, "The name's Jill Boncella. I much prefer the code name Prime for anonymous reason but it's Jill." she said, obviously not lying about the name in her voice's tone.

They hit their floor and they both walked out. She followed him into the room and was told she could stay here tonight. How amusing but she doesn't sleep until the day time. She nods at him and smiled. For once, a friendly face? Hmmm, how odd. Then he tells her to sit down on the chair which she gladly nods and walks over and sits down. She looks around the room as he leaves just to make sure he hasn't planted any traps around. She sees nothing so she waits until he comes out with a first aid box... This is where things get weird. She slowly sighed as she understood she needed to remove her bottoms but her FB was on. She snapped her fingers and she'd returned to her leather suit that was cut. The only problem is... She has to remove her whole suit.

She groaned and unzipped her zipper on the back and took it all off. She luckily had a tank top on but just panties on the bottom. Joy... She extended her leg out as he treated it. She watched him carefully and noticed how gentle and proper he was not to observe her like a pervert. She admired that already. A small trust was added for that one. After he did so in treating her, she snapped her finger once more and this time the suit came on instantly like a new layer of skin was attached. No more cuts in the suit and he saw the bandage inside her suit but her suit looked repaired. Interestingly enough, where ever her body was damaged, her suit would be damaged.

She looks to Marcus as he goes to change. She sighed as it bored her but he came back out and this is where business will come out. "I don't sleep at night. I'm a night owl, so I sleep during the day. Let's get to business then. What are the terms and such for joining? I'm interested but I want details, Mister Cole. I see interest in becoming apart of the organization but what does this cost me? Will I be stripped of my freedoms? I want to do side contracts with other people BUT I'm still officially loyal to your organization. I'm sure your organization isn't full of assassins because right before you is an assassin who still is learning her powers carefully. I want to still be an elite and if your organization could label me as an elite and a handy man for assassinating potential threats to the organization... Ohhhhh~ You've found yourself an employee who'd be willing to do that in a heartbeat. You see, Mister Cole. I've wanted to fully work under an organization like that for a long time... I just love doing such things. However, here's a rule. I. Do. Not. Kill. Innocent. So, if they want me to kill an innocent man for taking a little money then I'm not in it! However, if a hollow murders innocent people... Oh, I'll gladly take it. Do you see my points, Mister Cole?" she speechly says to the man. She's clearly a reasonable individual. Let's see what Marcus has to say with her.

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus decided to ignore Jill’s complaints. After all, they weren’t his concern. She jumped to conclusions that weren’t necessarily true. Marcus said he’d keep an eye on her, but that was only on professional terms. He wasn’t going to actively stalk her but merely make sure that she wasn’t going to put a blade through Uzaki Enterprise’s shoulder blades. However, he did take note of how independent she was. The woman would be reliable for missions, assuming that she became loyal to Kazura and the organization as a whole. She could be a good person for Marcus to rely on.

Marcus was a bit nervous in the elevator when he inquired about her name, but she remarked with a smirk as if to say ‘It’s about time.’ "The name's Jill Boncella. I much prefer the code name Prime for anonymous reason but it's Jill." Marcus nodded, as though he approved the name. He really couldn’t think of anything else to do, and the action was awkward and hesitant. He could have said something along the lines of ‘Nice to meet you, Jill’ or asked about her code name ‘Prime,’ but he had asked enough personal questions for the time being. Those were draining on him, he needed a small break from them.

As Marcus was a little surprised that when he wanted to apply the bandages, Jill’s clothes didn’t work the way he thought. Instead of merely rolling up her pants or taking off her bottom layer, she had to strip down into nothing but her underwear. Marcus kept his eyes focused on the task at hand glued his gaze to her wounded leg, but he did note that she was attractive. He wasn’t attracted to her, per say, but her beauty would be useful in some situations. Men were always deceived by lust. She’d make a fine spy and assassin.

It seemed that Jill was more attuned to the night, for she rejected his invitation to sleep. Instead, she wanted to take care of their more serious affairs as soon as possible. That plan worked for Marcus, since sleep hadn’t even been on the table for him. It was time to talk business. "I don't sleep at night. I'm a night owl, so I sleep during the day. Let's get to business then. What are the terms and such for joining? I'm interested but I want details, Mister Cole. I see interest in becoming apart of the organization but what does this cost me? Will I be stripped of my freedoms? I want to do side contracts with other people BUT I'm still officially loyal to your organization. I'm sure your organization isn't full of assassins because right before you is an assassin who still is learning her powers carefully. I want to still be an elite and if your organization could label me as an elite and a handy man for assassinating potential threats to the organization... Ohhhhh~ You've found yourself an employee who'd be willing to do that in a heartbeat. You see, Mister Cole. I've wanted to fully work under an organization like that for a long time... I just love doing such things. However, here's a rule. I. Do. Not. Kill. Innocent. So, if they want me to kill an innocent man for taking a little money then I'm not in it! However, if a hollow murders innocent people... Oh, I'll gladly take it. Do you see my points, Mister Cole?"

Marcus decided to take her topics from the top and answer each question one by one. “There are no terms for joining. We just suggest that you move to our basis of operations in Karakura, a nice area in Japan that you’d be more than able to afford with the new salary you’d receive. We’d need your loyalty and time. If Kazura, our CEO, calls upon you for a mission, ‘no’ isn’t an option unless you have a valid reason. However, outside of missions and your Uzaki Enterprise duties, you’d be free to do as you wish.”


Next, Jill addressed her aspirations to become an elite assassin for the organization. She was ambitious, and that was a good thing in this case. However, she wasn’t some money-hungry mercenary either. She had morals, and Marcus admired that. “If you work hard and train, you may be strong enough to deal with large threats to the organization. We don’t go after the innocent, but rather only those who deserve it. We’re the good guys, Jill. In that case, Kazura would definitely take advantage of your unique powers and use you as an assassin or spy. And to make sure that you get the right training and attention… I c-can act a-as your mentor.” Marcs had been going so strong and he was acting so confident, but he had a lapse at the very end of his speech.

Now, why did he get nervous at the end? The reason was that Kazura had announced that he’d encourage senior organization members to take positions of responsibility and mentor the new generation of Uzaki Enterprise recruits that were constantly streaming in. Jill was the first person that Marcus had ever found that he may just be compatible with. Their personalties were polar opposites, but that meant nothing to him. He didn’t socialize much anyway, and he’d only focus on training her. He could teach her stealth techniques and help her use her power in more unique ways, developing her strength so that she can unlock the next levels of her release.

“S-so, what do you s-say…?” He asked nervously after a few awkward moments of silence on his part. Maybe Jill had an immediate response, but he felt incredibly anxious about it. “I-I can train you as s-soon as you w-want and help you move to K-Karakura to get settled in. I can get you familiar with the organization, our facilities, and our resources. It’s up to you whether or not you want to join.”

['Stalker']

It was time to decide. She listened to the nervous man speak as the foundation is set between them. She slowly nods as he continues to talk, each point is acceptable to her. She is fine with all his agreements and it was time now to decide. She sat there a moment and gathered this through he mind, she liked the idea of being free but she wasn't sure. She wasn't going to leave tonight without an answer. Her eyes widen as she decided and she'd smirk at him. She slowly stands up and opens her right palm out. She taps her fingers and the glove on her hand would retract back up farther her arm, leaving her hand bare and naked. It was time to accept her fate. The light on her arm would be off. 

She looks to him, extending her hand to shake on the deal, "It is a deal, Mister Cole. It is said the reason why kings shake hands is to show they are unarmed. Will you begin your trust starting with this handshake? Once you shake this hand, the deal is done." she says to him. She gives him a fairly serious face as she knows this will be her new life. Her soft hand lies open and ready to shake. It would be wise for Marcus to shake her hand, for she was showing a sign of being unarmed. 

Play me! 

Surely enough, she'd grip the man's hand tight for the activation to begin. She kept his hand gripped tight and as they shook, the metal part would once more crawl up her arm and take itself to latch on her skin. The metal slowly slips between his skin and hers, the metal slowly stabbing into her skin. It was painless to her but as soon as the metal completely latches on, the light on her arm's metal part would glow very bright to signal it's on. Clearly, she did this as an honor thing. An agreement with that light being shine means a deal was made. She smiled, finishing her handshake and releasing his hand gently, "Very good, Mister Cole. The agreement has been made. We can now call each other partners. Tomorrow night, I will pack my stuff and head to Karakura in an apartment."

She gives him a long good look, showing she's been bonded with the man and is eager to serve. She slowly sits back down and smirks at the man, "Now that we are allies I guess we can settle this with some tea then? Let's have some good tea shall we?" she says, in her smooth British accent. She was going to stay up all night from this point and leave the next morning to get ready to move out. She is now committed to be apart of the Organization ahead of her. Will she truly fit in? Let's find out in the far future!

((OOC: I've concluded this post as my last. keep the music playing for the last part of your post ))

['Stalker']

(Finished)

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+90 more for the second half