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BLADE 'Polarity Edge' Costume Marvel Rivals — Season 3.5
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"Perish the thought. And eliminate a perfectly good specimen like yourself? No, I'd savour you for as long as possible, given that you're nothing like those empty husks the mortals wear." Seeing that he continued to refuse her invitation, she draped herself across the back of the loveseat, dragging her long, arched nails across the threads of satin. She listened with rapt interest at his summation of her situation, that she was nothing more than a domino waiting to be knocked down. She would be stupid to deny that she knew that too. She was merely biding her time until she no longer had a reason to stay in the man's employ. "Let's put some weight to this little hypothesis of yours. Say I decide to 'retire' from this business." She lazily gestured to the room. "Suppose I turn a blind eye and let you have Ji-Won for... whatever it is you're here for. What guarantee do I have I won't find you on my doorstep later? Some assurances would definitely help to sweeten the deal, don't you think? A little tit-for-tat?" -------- Just as the doors shut behind her, she snaked her telepathy through the 5-inch thick titanium to erase said code from his lackeys' memories. So much for his backup plan. If only he'd kept his mouth shut... "Unfortunately for you, I am no one's cat. Or pet." She planted her foot right on his back and shoved him to the ground, her fist instantly wrapping in a pink glow. "I do not need to be kept or collared or fed whatever it is you think is best for me." Spittle flew madly from his lips—the audacity of this woman!—as he flailed about on the ground, rolling himself over while trying to get a handle of his gun. He was dirtying his finest suit too! But Kwannon's heel was quick to find his wrist, and a quick twist of her ankle drove pain through the fine bones of his hand. "I belong to no one." ≪I have him.≫
These supernatural creatures were always something else to deal with. While the incentive to kill her certainly still remained in his mind, a part of him was willing to hear her out and see where exactly this conversation would end up going. Not that he made a habit out of letting supernatural creatures roam free when they were threats to everyone around them, but given that kumihos weren't exactly the type of creatures to grow on trees nowadays, she could probably have her own uses whenever it came to being in the know about creatures that actually posed a threat in this town who weren't in it for a paycheck. "I might be a vampire hunter and a hunter of other things for that matter, but I'm also a man of my word. Not that you need my protection or anything like that from any potential blowback, but if you really want some assurances, I'll give them to you. Just know they won't involve back scratching, or me doing jobs for you or anything of the sort. I'll let you live your life how you wanna live it, so long as you keep me in on the loop of all the happenings that go on around here." Blade crossed his arms, removing his shades for a moment so that the crimson blood red color that flowed through them locked eyes with the kumiho. "And maybe a dalliance or two, but don't push your luck. Saving that for her." ------ Ji-Won grit his teeth, struggling at the thought of being completely womanhandled by that of a ninja woman, the pride oozing out of his ego. "Are you sure? Because I think you'd look pretty good with a collar around your neck, don't you? You can be my domesticated house cat, complete with the violence and everything that turns you on. You like hunting things and people, don't you? You're addicted to violence because it's the only thing that you know. I know the look when I see it. You sick freak," he laughed, although the yelping and screaming sounds emanating from his mouth quickly let him know that she wasn't playing around. 'Good. See if you can find a route out of that room and bring his sorry ass down here. Decided not to kill the kumiho. There's not many of them left nowadays from what I hear, and she doesn't seem like the evil type. Very materialistic, if anything.'
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The kumiho's eyes lit up at his bravado, his insults, but she would let it slide. There was no reason to kill her prey before she's played with it a little bit. "Is that so? He think he would get rid of his best means of eliminating his enemies? No bodies means no crimes he can be charged with, and that keeps me fed. Who would want to turn away from such a buffet that I don't have to struggle to put together myself?" Hated by human society, she had been on the verge of starvation when Ji-Won found her, took her in, and gave her a proper place to be her beautiful self. She should have ripped his throat out then and there, but the hundreds of guns pointed at her at the time made it an easy choice. "My worries? Why do you think I would confess my concerns to you of all people? And what would you get out of it, exactly? A spark to stoke a fire, a conversation you think will turn me against Ji-Won?" She patted the spot beside her once more in invitation. Then her nose began to twitch; she could smell something else on him. Her smile became even more devilish. "... and what of that woman with you? Is this all to spare her life somehow?" Bottom lip protruded, she faked a pout that usually made the men swoon. But this was no typical man that stood before her, so she knew it wouldn't work. "And here I thought you would be my toy tonight..." ------------------ "I would prefer remaining freelance, thank you very much. Tying myself down to one person makes it difficult to keep my morals as grey as possible. You know what I mean?" His suggested targets did nothing to change the expression on Kwannon's face; Logan and Illyana could take care of themselves without her assistance. It took all she had to smother a grin, fantasizing what they could to the man sitting before her. "... but there's nothing wrong with an enticing offer. In private, perhaps?" Her eyes darted to the other men in the room, hoping Ji-Won would get her message. "Where we can get more comfortable..."
That little comment earned her a scoff from Blade, not even surprised in the slightest that she'd say something like that, but maintaining his ground standing where he was. "If you think I'm gonna be your chew toy for the evening, you got another thing coming. Now listen to me when I tell you this, kumiho. You might think that you're his best option whenever it comes to eliminating his enemies, but what happens when the shinier new toy comes along? What happens when someone even more destructive and powerful comes along and steals your shine, huh? You gonna get mad or peacefully coexist with them? Because based off your tempting and voracious nature, I wouldn't hedge any bets on it," Blade mused, keeping his arms crossed and his eyes trained on the kumiho.
"You talking about Psylocke? She can handle herself in any given fight, no matter who the opp is. You should be more worried about what the hell she's going to do to your boss if he gets the wrong goddamn idea. That woman is even more deadly than I am, and that's not exactly something I admit openly about many people. Sure, you're deadly, and you eat the souls of men and women who openly cross you or deserve it. But at the end of the day, you're just another link on the food chain being controlled by some asshole who thinks money buys him any and everything he wants. You wanna be a pet for hire or do you actually wanna do your own thing? Think about it."
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"Oh I know what you mean my dear, but is it wrong to actually have a favorite in the jobs I pick you all for? If a pet owner is allowed to have more than one cat, surely I can have more than one favorite whenever it comes to the people that I employ." He couldn't help but shake that playboyesque smile from his lips whenever it came to thinking of what other kinds of "jobs" he could line her up for. It wasn't every day that you got the opportunity to employ someone as unique or as talented as an X-Man.
"I know exactly where we can go if you prefer a much more intimate setting," he smirked, lightly taking her by the hand and leading her towards his own private wine cellar. Tapping in a security code and then utilizing his eye for biometric scanning signature, he led Kwannon deep inside a more luxurious room. "You boys know the code to enter if I get too carried away," he laughed, before the titanium door collectively shut behind the two of them.
Tails twitched this way and that at the entrance of her "guest." She'd sensed him once he'd been brought in through the gates, but now that she saw him in person, he was all the more intriguing. "If it isn't the Daywalker himself. You do get around..." She shifted her weight to one elbow in a manner that purposely lowered one shoulder of her hanbok. "The stink of ill intent wafts from your bones." She curled a clawed hand around the silver tray—covered in teacups—sitting next to her on the long fainting couch and placed it to one side, then patted the spot where it once sat. "Come share your troubles. You'll feel much better afterwards..." ------------------ Kwannon wouldn't be stupid enough to lay a physical hand on the man paying her for the dead body of a vampire. Not until she was good and ready, and they had a good exit strategy. She flicked the camera back into position as she headed down the hall towards the double doors, pushing them open hands-free. The quiet chatter in the room settled into a hush with her presence. The man named Ji-won sat behind an overly large desk, immaculately-polished black shoes resting on the wood. His smile was nothing short of devilish. "And here she is now, the woman of the hour. I hear you brought me a body..." He leaned to one side; the smile disappeared on seeing the empty space behind her. "Where is it?" "Your men are ensuring it's safe to bring it in. It would be a shame if I failed at my job and had to watch you become its next meal." "If you failed? I hired you because of your track record," he sneered. "And how many vampires have you seen on that record?" Kwannon folded her arms, unphased by his small spat of anger. "This is still new territory for me. Hence why your men are double-checking." He seemed satisfied enough with that answer and poured himself another finger of whiskey. "Then you'll have to sit here and wait to collect your payment until I see it. So..." He patted his thighs. "Why don't you come take a seat and keep my warm in the meantime?"
Demons, mystical creatures like these, they were always the same, trying to entice their prey into a false sense of security. In this line of work, no matter who or what you usually hunted, you always had to keep your guard up under any set of circumstances, hell even against your own friends at times. "I'm a lot more skilled than the rumors you've heard about me might suggest. Only thing I get around is the world though, lady. But since you've got the patented ability to sniff what I want out of you, maybe you've got the actual common sense to hear me out." Blade walked into the room slowly, the luxurious doors closing slowly behind him as if he were being lured into a trap. Still, he kept his wits about him, always knowing that if shit really hit the fan he could reach out telepathically to Psylocke for backup.
"You really think this asshole who hired you gives a damn about you? Of all people? The same plans he had for my body are the same kind of plans he has for yours once the coast is clear enough and his safeguards are in place. Ain't too many kumihos left in the world nowadays from what I hear, and I know that because I'm actually friends with one. You'd think your kind would be sick of people trying to wipe them out of existence, but apparently not," he shook his head with amusement. "Put the teacups away and tell me your worries."
Ji-Won was exactly the type of entitled punk that Blade didn't mind killing, but with his eyes settling on Kwannon in an uncomfortable manner, he could practically feel the bloodlust rising within her, wanting to impale the man with her psychic blades, or hell, even the real thing. "You know, if this actually does work out, I might have to keep you in mind for future projects. Bagging a dhampir is no joke, and you're quite the formidable ninja I'd love to have within my employ. I have many different targets in mind that you could track down for me. A metal boned Wolverine would be a great start. Perhaps even the blonde sorceress from Limbo. She's intrigued me as much as you have if we're being honest with each other here." His fingers tapped against his couch impatiently, wanting to read the woman's eyes. She'd get paid, but he still wanted to get something in return aside from the carcass of the Daywalker. "Of course, if you wanted to discuss something a lot more personal in terms of a finder's fee, I'm very much open in that regard as well."
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Kwannon hissed under her breath at his casual withdrawal of two drinks from the vending machine, almost in view of the security camera she'd just pointed out. With a quick flicker of telekinesis, she nudged the camera an inch or two in the other direction. "They will grow suspicious if I don't show up. On the other hand, if I do and you're not there..." She could always explain that she'd left her "prize" right outside the door for Ji-won to take a look for himself. And if they could buy off the kumiho, they could take everyone out from both sides. "She's most likely to be in the cushiest room in this place. They love a life of luxury and fine things. It would be easy for you to charm her, I'm sure." Whether she meant that sarcastically or not, it wasn't that easy to tell. "Right. You get to go on your first blind date with a kumiho while I speak to Ji-won." ≪I will be right here.≫ The psychic link would make it easier for them both to know if the shit hit the fan and the plan was a wash. She could only hope the kumiho wasn't feeling particularly salacious tonight... because that would be awkward as hell. Then she finally remembered the drink and took it from his hand. ≪She will try to show you... things to sway you to her side. Just as a warning.≫
Either way you sliced it, there was opportunity to be had on both sides of the fence. Each opportunity presented risk of course, but that was completely paramount in this business all things considered. "If she's in a room filled with luxury and all things glitz and glamour, then I can handle it. Wouldn't be the first time I've ran into supernatural creatures in a place like this who enjoy all that fancy shit that money can buy," Blade suggested, crossing his arms. Sure, there was a measure of revenge involved that he could get on these guys, but given that Kwannon was supposed to the 'benefiter' from this arrangement, it'd seem way more suspicious for her to not show up and claim her prize money.
Luckily they seemed be on the same page here. They'd worked enough together over the past year to warrant some form of trust and teamwork with each other, and now was the time to prove that. "You handle Ji-won and smack him upside the head and tries to look at you funny. Wouldn't be the first time I've had a blind date that ended up a bloody mess, but shit ain't sweet for a reason. I got the psychic link established. Let's keep it moving and keep cool. She won't sway me, no matter how hard she tries. Just have a little faith in me like I had in you when we first teamed up. We survive this and I'll take you out for a quiet dinner or something. You got my word on that."
They split up after he consumed his drink, and Blade elected for the elevator, picking up on the scent of the mythological creature after he focused his senses. As big as this penthouse of sorts was, there wasn't a soul in here who could hide from the vampire hunter. He could already feel the presence of someone strong lurking nearby, and when he got to one of the higher up floors on the penthouse, that presence only became stronger until it was completely unavoidable. "You know, I heard this saying once that a hard head makes for a soft ass. Hope the furniture makes your ass that much softer if I need to park my foot up in there." The doors to the penthouse opened to fully reveal the paid kumiho, three of her tails out with a sultry smirk on her face.
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"Best guess?" Kwannon quickly glanced behind them to make sure they were in the clear. "They've got one on their payroll to help them take out the competition. Authorities find a dead body with the heart ripped out, their attention is going to turn to wild animals, not mobsters." Once inside the main building, she was glad to see the long corridor leading to her "appointment" was empty. Either they were stupid or filled with enough bravado to not expect their enemies to get in this far. She would leave them waiting a little longer. "Kumiho aren't exactly known for loyalty, however. So if there's a chance we can get her to turn on her boss..." Well, she didn't want to finish that sentiment. It would kill two birds with one stone, without even lifting a finger. Unfortunately, that would deny Blade his chance for revenge. "Ji-won's the head of this branch. Ruthless, but smart. Thankfully not paranoid to the point of killing any of his men who look at him sideways. But he is a man with ambition. Enough that he might be vying for The Big Chair. And this kumiho could be what helps him get there. So." She crouched low and gestured to a security camera in the hallway. "We either go in there, work our way through his men, and torture the information out of him, or we search for this creature and see if it can be bribed to our side."
It wasn't a surprise that Kwannon was well versed in various forms of Asian mythology, no matter if it was Japanese, Korean, Chinese, or any other forms of different mythological creatures that still lurked in the modern day. Being a hunter himself of the supernatural himself, Blade had more than met his fair share of these different creatures outside of vampires. "Crazier things have happened, but if you wanna roll the dice and take the chance on the kumiho turning her back on her boss, I'm open to it. Just know that I love fighting through people and getting a good workout in before we kill somebody," Blade remarked, his tongue reaching towards his broken fangs, where he could already feel new ones beginning to settle in.
The desire for revenge was completely paramount for the Daywalker at the moment, but he couldn't let his bloodlust for rage get in the way of the mission currently. "I told you the moment we started working together that I'd put my faith in you to make the decision you think is best, so if delaying me having my way with these fools and popping off on their asses is what we got to do for now in order to play a potential wild card, then I'm down." Blade made his way over to the nearby vending machine, inserting in a paper bill, and watched as the machine dropped down two canned chais from the machine. He reached down, handing one of the cans over to the telepath. "So, you got any idea where in this place the kumiho would be? We bring her to us, or we take our business to her and see what comes of it? You're calling the shot here, quarterback."
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"I was tailing you because you seem cool?" Was the lame-ass excuse he could quickly come up with. He chuckled a bit nervously, reaching to grab the back of his neck to massage the ink that was there: a nervous fidget. He wanted to tell the other he could take care of himself, but who's believe such a thin guy who looked like he couldn't throw a punch?
He gripped the wooden Soul Reaper pass in his pocket, hoping he'd not have to use the thing—only because it did what it could extend to him, and his brother, they were that connected. And if it did come down to using the thing in danger, Ichigo was sure Shiro would show up and bring hell on whoever (or whatever) was causing trouble.
"Where are 'ya headed? Mind if I tagged along?"
Blade's eyebrows wrinkled and furrowed themselves a bit in slight confusion; not that he hadn't heard that type of remark thrown his way before, but the suggestion of it was so sudden and random. "Listen kid, I appreciate the compliments, but right now I gotta get warmed up for my night job. Not exactly the type of job you'd expect to find on the open market, but it's something I've been excelling at for decades." For a moment, he considered Ichigo's request, trying to decide on whether or not to let this random accompany him to the latest blood rave that was being hosted by a contemporary of Deacon Frost, which gave the Daywalker all the more reason to shut the entire show down. There was something about the aura that he gave off that Blade could simply pick up on, his dhampir nature making him more than aware of anything supernatural or unusual that he could pick up on.
"Maybe I will let you tag along, just so you can see how the supernatural underworld really operates around these parts." He couldn't tell exactly what Ichigo was, or how his powers operated, but there was definitely something within this kid that screamed power, and Blade knew what ultimate power looked and even felt like better than most. "There's a blood rave going down at one of these clubs tonight. Everybody in town thinks they're just doing one of those exotic dancer shows with the rave and everything that you think would come along with. What they aren't prepared for is who the actual audience members are gonna be, and that's where I'm cutting in. This is a one time only kind of offer kid, so if you wanna make a difference, this is your chance."
"Your words sound extremely cosmic yet wise," Blade admitted, almost hanging on each word that escaped through Mantis' lips. She spoke so assuredly of her words, and yet there was an opportunity for people to give her a rebuttal towards her own opinions. It was something in essence of rarified air truthfully, but Blade wouldn't put her welcome ideas and opinions down. "I'll be honest with you Mantis, space probably isn't for me. I feel at home in the darkness, going to work and doing what I do best, and that's killing monsters and vampires that threaten the innocent. I know what you and I do is different from one another and yet at the same time, it's the same. Two sides of the same coin, that old Earth phrase. Maybe you're made of stars, but if that's the case, then I'm a black hole. Any bastards coming into my orbit are getting sucked in by the Daywalker, plain and simple."
Blade clasped his hands together, removing his shades so that she could stare directly into the red orbs that reflected in the light of the Sanctum. "Let me ask you something Mantis, and I want you to be 100% truthful when I ask you this, like I know you can be. If we're supposedly all made of stars, then what the hell am I made of? Because stars aren't born from darkness last time I checked, or at least how I understand it."
A part of her didn't understand why Blade needed to hear what she thought he was made of – he carried himself with confidence, unclouded by the opinions of others. He wore shades and leather coats. Guys with shades and leather coats did not worry about that; it was one of the unspoken rules of the universe, was it not? Unless... they loathed their own kind as much as Blade loathed vampires. She blinked, looking into his eyes to let him know she was being truthful.
"You are made of a paradox. A dichotomy. You're living, despite the traits you share with the undead. You blur the lines between humans and vampires, you walk on both sides and reach a broader perspective. You are the anomaly among those who fear what is holy. You look monsters in the face and brush them off, and if you can't find a way, you make one. You are the galaxy breaking its own rules."
Mantis placed the napkin beneath the cup and shifted on her seat with a light-hearted shrug.
"You compare yourself to a black hole, but black holes are formed by massive stars that collapsed. It doesn't mean you aren't made of stars – it means you are among the most extraordinary ones." Mantis placed a hand over her abdomen. "Oh, this was good tea!"
Mantis had quite the analogy there for Blade to take into consideration. He wasn't in those days anymore where his attitude and anger completely ruled over his decisions, and his moodiness didn't drive everybody away. Partnering with people who were similar to him in his own neck of the woods, seeking constant training with some of the best fighters and teachers in the world, as well as honoring their sage advice fueled the Daywalker to continue to find different perspectives in the world, even if the one Mantis offered him was more of a philosophical one to say the least.
"So what you're saying is that real always recognizes real." He gave a brief chuckle, staring down at the ground while the remaining drops of tea simmered inside of his cup from their little tea time session. The quiet moments were just as important as the loud ones, and though he didn't use the term often, Mantis felt like the true definition of what a friend should be. Always looking out for Blade and his best interests, and offering him sage advice should the Daywalker ever find himself in need of seeking it in a tough spot. And quite frankly, there weren't very many people in this world that the vampire hunter could call a friend outside of Strange, Johnny Blaze, and maybe a few others.
"Walk with me Mantis. I want to show you something." He stood to his two feet, gathering both cups from Mantis and taking them over to the kitchen sink, where a magic spell would activate, cleansing both cups as clean as possible. Up the stairs they scaled throughout the Sanctum, until they reached the top floor where you could see everything in New York down below through the large glass window. "You see all those people? You ever think they're afraid of what could potentially happen to them in the night?"
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