Paranoid Investigation [Drug Bust Case File #38 Mission]

Waking up Rampage was the same size she usually was as she got to her feet she looked around and noticed the situation the others where in and she recognized the look of the body language of the jester so she took out another of those gems that calmed the mind and crushed it, sending a soothing wave through her and her allies.

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Rampage was back up but they were getting beaten. And her power faded with the roar of the beast. She was still angry but she wasn't stronger because of it right when they needed it most. This was a bad situation. Patty grit her teeth. She began to be afraid again. But she couldn't back down here, not now, not ever. Wicked flicked her revolver to see the contents of the cylinder. One shot. That's what she loaded before they came here. The special bullets packed to the brim with powder, incredibly dangerous and just as likely to injure the shooter. Reminded her of a certain someone. But they were still there and right now she needed them. Wicked's heart jumped to her ears. Time felt like it slowed down as she raised her canted arm toward the beast.

Go big or go home, bitch.

"Vaya con Dios, motherfucker!"

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The witch flinched but she never really needed to. The powder kicked like a mule and sent white hot buckshot into the beast, sending it crashing to the ground with a thud. Wicked hissed and licked her lips. Her luck held out. Time to use it.

"Ahahahaha, AAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA get'im!" And in a flash she was on it with reckless abandon, charging up her staff for an explosive payload.
"GET FUCKED, BITCH!"

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As one last surge of assaults pushed through, the armored creature finally met its match as it collapsed face down against the concrete. The floor would crack against its weight, but it would be still for the time being. Raidou was breathed a sigh of relief once this fight was over. It was a close one, that was for sure. Gotou purred, almost pensively as he examined the massive hulk ahead of him. She called out to everyone else, just as she was about to sheathe her blade. "Good work, all of you. I think it's over--"

"It isn't, look." Geirin spat as he still kept his pistols aimed at the figure.

At first, it twitched. Then it began to rise again, though slowly. However, the armor would begin to crack from the aggravated onslaught from the team. Soon it would shatter and fall to the concrete. However, what lied behind the steely exterior was flesh and bone. The smell of rot was heavy in the air, a familiar scent and yet much more pungent than the others. It was a massive and ponderous sack of flesh that heaved and wheezed, almost as if dying... And yet, it still roared at them with similar intensity like before. It still had life, bountiful and perverted semblance of a living being. Geirin would let loose another volley of bullets and it would roar in pain as response. But yet, steam would emanate, and the wounds it once had were mended at a ridiculous rate... including the wounds from the battle.


"It regenerates and it's fast at that! But... why would it need armor to protect itself?" Gotou growled at the very sight, evidently concerned about the implications as Raidou warily pointed her blade at the monster. But perhaps the first thing she noticed was how it was getting bigger by the second as it began to regain its bearings. And it was getting frighteningly close to becoming bigger than it was when it wore armor. Its growth did not seem to stop. A cold shiver crawled up her spine as she finally realized something. "...It was a restraint. To keep it in check and we broke it. It's going to spread towards East Eden at this rate if we can't stop this!"

It would seem as if another battle was going to start. Yet, the entire party couldn't keep on doing this forever. It was madness. They didn't have the resources and even if there was a limit, could they hold it off? The earlier battle was already a Herculean effort, but another and after? Raidou's thoughts were on overdrive, trying to think of anyway to swing things into their favor. Until, a shrill majestic shriek could be heard, up in the sky. At a distance, there seemed to be someone who was flying. It was hard to see, but for the Kuzunoha's they seemed to recognize the shriek.


He spoke as if like a curse and a blessing at the same time. Displeased, but seemed to have a tinge of respect in his tone unlike his conduct towards Raidou. The other Kuzunoha had similar respect, but had another frightened realization. The urgency in her voice was far beyond being palpable. "All of you, get out of here! The Royal Guard is coming! We'll be able to handle this with her, but we can't stop her from harming any of you. Wicked, I'll meet you back at the Office."

"You'll want to do as she says. Don't worry about us. If it's her, we'll make mincemeat out of this turd in no time. Otherwise, we warned you." Geirin's drawl came back, albeit it still had a worried tilt as he eyed at the incoming figure from the sky.

Tamsin was already halfway from the terminal to the group when they landed their final barrage of hits. they'd won, but they all looked battered and bruised for the trouble. She slowed her walk as she approached, looking to Wicked with tired expression that probably wasn't even visible through her goggles and mask. "...I hope the barrels helped." She offered, looking around her allies.

But it wasn't quite so simple. After a few moments of remaining dead, the creature was picking itself back up again, growing in size and it's wounds sealing up. A pit of pure dread opened up in Tamsin's stomach, and she thought she might lose her lunch. She took a wary step back, preparing for a fight, when a figure and a shriek from the distance alerted the Kuzunoha that someone was coming. They knew who, and whoever it is sounded tough. The Royal Guard...Tamsin had heard of them, ofcourse. There was no way she'd survive that fight. Wicked might, though. Still, Tamsin wasn't about to take the chance. Raidou and Geirin were right. She took a step back. "Wicked...come on, let's retreat for now." She offered in a voice that was shakier than she'd intended.

Despite her quivering legs, she'd take a few steps toward the door, and when the others began to make their escape, she followed them back the way they'd come, through the mansion, and into the concealing darkness of the night.

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"Damn...did we even get anything done tonight?" The beast was alive, despite the beating they'd delivered, the clowns had gotten away, and now SOMEONE was shrieking. Fate didn't have the time to contemplate too hard about what was going on, though. Gierin and Raidou were monsters, and THEY were saying to run.

"...okay. But you better get out alive too. I want my money, this time." With that said, Fate took his leave, not daring to get involved with things he wasn't being paid enough for. It had been a long night, but for the healer, it was finally over. He quickly split away, after exiting the manor, only letting his disguise drop once he'd gotten far away. He collapsed onto the ground of the alley he'd ducked into, and...with more and more emotions swirling inside...he quietly decided that tomorrow, he'd be working hussles, instead of vigilante 'justice'...at least, assuming nothing came up.

He found it strange. Calling it Justice. Wicked had put it pretty well, he felt. They weren't good people. And he wasn't 'good', either. But that was alright. It wasn't like you needed to be a good person to be a hero...right?

Well, damn. Shit was getting real af right now. Even with the armored behemoth gone, there was now the ball of flesh and skin. It was an abomination! The kuzohooters were gonna handle it so... he might as well fuck off! He wasn't sure if they did anything, maybe it threw a wrench in this drug operation, maybe not. He had mostly a good time, so its not like it mattered much to Archiblad, also he was getting rewarded. GOOD TIMES! Except for the part poor little tammy got emotionally scarred. That makes him feel kinda bad.

"Alright, later Kuzohooters! I'm skeedaddling from here!" he'd follow behind Doc and Runaway.

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Rampage looked as the creature fell and the armor broke, and just like before, unlike the others she didn't seem affected by what she seen and could smell, she then looked over to Raidou and the other guy and was about to ask if they wanted help dealing with the damn thing, before a sound could be heard and she could see the two looking up, she followed their gaze and as they mentioned they should leave she simply nodded "Sure thing...though Raidou I hope we get a chance to talk some time later" she said as she looked over to make sure Runaway got out, then she looked to Wicked "And we need to have a bit of a talk to hun, nothing serious really.." she said as she headed for the way out.

She seemed very....nonchalant about the whole incident as she gave a thumbs up to Raidou and her friend "See you guys around...good luck taking care of this thing...though I have the feeling that if you had much of a worry on your hands you wouldn't be telling us to leave" she said as she left.

the lmuch larger forgotten headed out in a blur of speed going back through where they had finished clearing to get to the exit she knew was there, and vanish into the night.

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The witch's staff stayed trained on the monster as it bit the floor, still pulsing with energy. She wasn't taking any chances until it was a black mark on the ground. But it quit movin'. The witch pulled her staff up and used it to support herself as the pressure around her and murderous intent started to fade.
"Psssssssh. Freakin' pain in the ass..." Wicked breathed a growling sigh. "We broke their machine and took this thing out, so like at bare minimum we slowed'em way the hell down. Sylph should find out where they're going too so like we're doing good, right?" Patty sounded unsure as she shrugged at Doc, as if she were asking him if they really did do something. It sure didn't feel like it even if she could put a positive spin on it. Faust got away, and Baghead. The skinny girl clenched her gloved fist around her staff. She was going to find them and bend them the fuck over for what they did, but especially Faust. Baghead was freakin' nuts but HE was the one she'd enjoy gouging the eyes out of. Should'na fucked with the streets. Bad. Move.

As she seethed beneath the brim of her hat she was broke out by a smaller and softer voice.
"....Aheha you did good!" Wicked chirped, dropping her entire attitude in the blink of an eye. Didn't meant she still didn't feel like shit though. The witch extended her arm toward Runaway to grab her shoulder and playfully shake her but she didn't get that far. It started to get up.
"RRRRRRRGH!! How many times we gotta do this 'fore you take the goddamn hint and fuckin' DIE!?!" The pressure grew in the air again as Wicked staggered her stance and pointed her staff and revolver at the monster. Same old song and fuckin' dance. It made her grimace to watch the bulletholes sear away on the thing. She could go full throttle the entire time and the only thing she'd accomplish is keeping it where it is. Patty didn't give a fuck about East Eden in particular but she couldn't let those bastards win. Cowgirl looked about ready to leave but she wasn't, not by a long shot. The rage started to build and flourish into reckless thrill and doom desire.
"Aheheheh, AHAHAHAHAAaaaa suuure! If I live through this we can talk all ya want~!" A grim smile adorned her face. She was ready to fight to the death and go down swinging. The spectral cuff around her left wrist unlocked and crashed to the ground, summoning Bridgette Bishop before Raidou and Geirin told her to stop and leave. Everyone else had already. Her mouth fell agape and her shotgun revolver drooped.
"Whu-?! NO! FUCK that noise! I'm stayin'! You're not the only one with a stake in this Raidou, don't lie to me and tell me I can't hang!" Patty was had already decided to stay and fight and that was final in her mind. But it wasn't Raidou's urgency that made her think twice. It was Geirin agreeing with her. If she stuck around then she'd get Raidou in trouble for working with terrorists almost like what happened last time with Red. The Irish chick didn't give a shit what happened to her but she wasn't about to drag people down with her. And if she couldn't do this then someone had to stop Faust and Baghead. Her crew could do it without her, but not without her and Raidou.

The witch spun her revolver on her finger backward and quickly stuffed it into the back of her waistband with a scoff, Bridgette Bishop examining her nails and sighing with disappointment. With a snap of the ghostly witch's fingers a magic translucent insignia formed in front of the Kuzunoha Detective, between her and the lump of growing flesh before disappearing. It'd do something to slow down attacks at least. Quick retreating footfalls signaled Wicked's compliance.
"I'm not goin' far, got that!? Imma be PISSED if you guys go down and I gotta do this by myself when you wouldn't let me help, okay!?! You better not lose!" As challenging as her trailing words were the concern in them was clearly audible.

Her cloak swept behind her as the witch charged through the abandoned building, staff held up as she followed the echos from her eyepatch. Her heart was pounding in her throat and the sweat was pouring down her neck. It was the first time in a long time that the adrenaline didn't get her going. Patty didn't feel the rush. She only felt afraid. The lanky girl did the smart thing for once and stopped herself before she left the shadow of the building. Breathing heavily, she waited until the sound of flapping stopped before making a break for the treeline. Faust and Baghead could wait. For right now she wasn't prepared to fight to the death or to kill or for any kind of revenge. When the fighting subsided and Patty's senses returned all she desired was to run. And to live to see another day. But she would stay around the woods in the meantime for things to die off. Just in case she had to make good on what she'd said she'd do.

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At first she was concerned that Wicked of all people would stay behind. Of course, she would, being the most belligerent of the team. Yet, somewhere along the lines something ticked in her head as she began to change her mind. The Kuzunoha grew a smirk and tipped her hat towards the retreating Psyche-Terrorists. It was nice that at least she gave one last gift before leaving.

Raidou breathed a sigh of relief once they left. She did not want to see what would've happened if they remained. Hell, it would a bloodbath on its own. The mere thought of it caused her to shudder. But she still had reason to once the demon bird of the South, Suzaku, landed in front of the Kuzunoha's. Her veins turned to ice once the Royal Guard regarded them with a cold acknowledging nod after dismissing the majestic bird back into her scroll. Both have tipped their hats in greeting towards their senior. Though she clearly didn't care for any pleasantries with the predicament at hand.


Before either Kuzunoha's could respond, another roar behind the Nameless Guard reverberated through their skin. It had finally gotten up and recovered fully. As if to celebrate such a wondrous restoration it would begin to charge towards the nameless former Kuzunoha who stood between it and her peers. However Geirin and Raidou did nothing as it came hurtling towards her. In fact, they couldn't as they saw how viciously and quickly the Guard spun as she drew her blade and summoning scroll at once. An explosion of Magnetite filled the space before a rain of blades from the demon Futsunushi assaulted the creature in tandem with his mistress' single powerful slash. The Behemoth would scream as it was flung back, collapsing into the exit the truck left through.


Nameless swung her blade to the side at first dismissive of the bungling piece of flesh. But her attention redoubled as it rose from the smashed concrete wanting more. But this time, it would begin to vomit smaller balls of flesh before it. Once the spheres of muscular tissue hit the ground it unfurled into a body of limbs, tentacles, and ravenous mouths that screamed an unholy shriek at its birth. It was an abominable sight, but what was even more distressing was that the wounds she dealt were being undone as the flesh mended the damage. She clicked her tongue in distaste.