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Dogs: Bullets & Carnage

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© 三輪士郎

[hainerammsteinerthedog]

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▼ ▲ by 水産物黒川

[pphae]

“I’ve got genetics and devices, but this is just a regular street performer’s trick. Next, I’ll make blood and lead appear on the floors”

[kiminotama]

DOGS: a super serious series abt clones and shit feat. the main four

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“Maker… You’re not the slightest bit concerned for others, are you?” he mumbled under his breath. It wouldn’t be the first time he met a man such as this fellow, but this city was absolutely teeming with them. One false step and he would be on the opposite end of one of their trigger fingers.

“Of course. As if the fellow’s body hasn’t been mutilated enough as it is. Sure. Let’s just shoot the poor bastard down.” He had no better ideas to offer and even stepped back as Haine had suggested. “At least there won’t be blood splattering all over us.” Or his fanciful robes. There was a silver lining to seeing another man drained of his life essence. Yippee.

[tollwutigerhund]

"Nope." Haine didn't have anyone here he cared for. It was probably better that way. He shot the man an indifferent stare. "Or leave him hanging."

Dorian took a step back, and Haine pulled out a single pistol. This was a waste of a bullet... but who knows what the body would attract if it was left hanging? Haine lived in his district and he didn't feel like finding out.

It was a barely there gleam, the light of the flame that Dorian held, bouncing off the wires that gave him a direction to aim. Two strands, connected to what? It didn't matter. One - two shots, the wires snapped one right after the other and the corpse collapsed. The impact lacked any splatter and now the body was mangled and broken.

It was a sight Haine has seen before, but it still left him feeling disgusted - especially when the action brought a cackled of laughter from the back of his mind. Frowning, he glanced over to his company.

"I'm not gonna bury that thing... you gonna burn it or?" Seems like the thing to do... or Haine just wanted to see this guy set something (in this case someone) on fire.

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His nose wrinkled in mild annoyance. So he had misjudged this fellow upon their first meeting. Dorian kept his wariness to himself and uttered, “It matters who did it so that we can stop them and make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else. The idea of there being a madman running about murdering people and sticking their bodies to the ceiling makes it rather difficult to sleep at night.”

There. Plenty of indignation mustered behind that remark. Dorian felt rightfully irked now. “I won’t ask how know about that, the bit about our fine gentleman being dead before his body was desecrated, but I would like to know how you plan on getting him down. Do enlighten me.” He glanced up again and made a face. Nope. Staring at it longer did not make the sight any more welcoming.

[tollwutigerhund]

Haine turned a curious look to the man. Put a stop to someone that wasn't currently a threat to them? So that this wouldn't happen to other people, people they didn't personally know. His nose scrunched, so he had met a bit of a "do-gooder", what a funny way of thinking. "Going after someone that doesn't currently pose a threat to you is a waste of time. If he had the just to try that," A gesture to the corpse. "on me, I wouldn't have any trouble disposing of them."

Turning his attention back to the body, Haine carefully looked it over without the slightest turn to his stomach. "Theres a hole in his head, but no blood spilling from there, no blood at all from what I can tell..." Which was weird, had this person been drained? As the question of getting him down was poised, Haine pursed his lips thoughtfully. "...I could shoot the wires suspending him... you might want to stand back for that, though."

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Dorian whirled around, the light of his flame racing across the darkness until it halted upon Haine. The mage stared at him for a good moment or two before letting out a disgruntled sound. He hated being taken by surprise like this, especially where there were corpses involved. Honestly, he’d been ready to roast Haine to a crisp.

“I should put a bell around your ankle. Then I won’t whack you with my staff in self-defense.”

Dorian shook his head and lifted his flame, glancing back up at the body. Strange how it was suspended up there. Were those… nails and wire? Gruesome. “Any idea who could be responsible for this?”

[tollwutigerhund]

Haine hadn't thought about startling him, which was quite obviously what he had done, unintentionally. Dorian's startled expression was met with a look of unimpressed, thin brows furrowing at the noise he made... and then Haine smirked, slightly.

"What... like a cat?" He gave an amused snort before attention was back on the body. Gruesome? He'd seen worse. "They were killed before they were hung." Not as cruel as one would thing, it would have been really gruesome if the victim had been left hanging there to die, to slowly bleed out from the nails hammered through flesh and wires digging in. Haine gave a sniff of the air, wrinkling his nose. "That's been there for awhile... why does it matter who did it. Should take it down."

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Wanderlust brought him to District Alpha. Word through the grapevine was that some of the more powerful denizens of Hive City lurked in its shadows, waiting for the opportunity to seize and reclaim their power. But beyond that hearsay, there were also the pariahs, curious beings who seemed to understand when you spoke to them, but never bothered to vocalize back. In some ways, they reminded him of the ghoulish shells left behind by the darkspawn taint.

Dorian marched deeper into the underground tunnels, pausing when he heard something drip, drip, drip. Daringly, he looked up and saw nothing but darkness. Great. Anxiously sidestepping the source of the noise, he raised a palm and conjured up a ball of flame for visibility’s sake.

He regretted looking up the second time. Well then. Goodness knows how that corpse ended up there.

“Would it kill people not to make a spectacle out of their mindless violence?”

tollwutigerhund

[tollwutigerhund]

Though Haine was well within the rank of citizen to request housing above ground, he still found himself living in a quaint little hut in District Alpha. He wasn’t a picky person. The lack of certain luxuries didn’t seem to bother him. You could even say he preferred this living as he didn’t have to share his space with anyone. Even deeper, you could even say it was the “homey feeling” of living underground - as much as he wouldn’t admit he missed that shit hole, maybe.. he missed some part of it.

Haine never paid much attention to the rumors anyone passed around. Never came across any super creepy creature lurking in the shadows. Though this place and the things that lived in it seemed to scare a lot of people passing through, Haine felt that he could almost relate to the things called pariahs. He was not bothered by them, nor their appearance. They were simply aimless.

As he began his stroll through the tunnels, wondering what it was he should do, (since he too was aimless), a flicker of light ahead let him know he now shared this space. The voice that echoed off the stones had a familiar ring, prompting the albino to near when he would have taken a different to avoid anyone else.

“Hey-” A mumble to let his presence be known before stepping closer - his figure an eerie, ghostly white in the darkness. Close enough, Haine gave a pause as eyes lingered curiously on the hand that wielded flame. Though the smell brought his attention to the carcass up above, not a twitch to his features at the sight. 

“Hn. Here I thought this place was supposed to smell like rotting flesh.”

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          “He just can’t get along with any woman other than that girl Nill in the church.”    

[tollwutigerhund]

Live and let die.

[saiyanpriide]

He felt himself smirk at his words as others took the place of the ones who had fallen, though he made no remark in return. But the albino was right; where the hell were they coming from? His fist collided into another mans’ face, feeling his victim’s bones break from the impact with little effort.

He had to admit though, whomever this person was could hold himself together rather well, for someone who seemed human. Though he could sense something else whithin, though he could not tell what it was. As another intruder came upon them again, Vegeta wasted no time in grabbing them man by the collar of his shirt and throwing him toward another male. They both stumbled into another person, then another one and without hesitation, the Saiyan brought his hand forward, fingers spread as a ball of blue energy began to form before it shot forward in a stream. It was enough energy to incinerate those he had knocked over and those unfortunate to be in the way.

Strange, he wanted to use his full power, but there was something holding him back. The scientists? Goddamn, to have all your power yet unable to use all of it. How irritating!

❝That’s right. I take it you can’t?❞ He commented, turning toward the other. How unfortunate, that was a major setback for him. Even Kakarot’s brat could do it. Still, his intrigue of the other male kept him from actually killing the man. Just how far would he go in this supposed ‘war’?

❝You’re guess is as good as mine. But they are coming from somewhere. How much do you want to bet that there is gateway somewhere. A gateway to the city above …❞ He had now had a goal in this invasion. To get the city above and wreck havoc there. What better way to win this then by destroying the source?

Again, that familiar smirk he was used to having curved his lips as he regarded the remaining offenders. The fact that they still came at them no matter how easily they destroyed them was admirable at best. Just what awaited them in the mirrored city? He was eager to find out.

[tollwutigerhund]

A wave of heat from the blast rushed passed Haine, and he made a note to stay clear of those destructive blasts. It seemed useful, and hit a lot more enemies than he could with his guns... but that was it. Just useful. Haine didn't feel any type of amazement witnessing the things this man could do, maybe it was the city in the sky that took from it. In a different situation, it would have been more interesting.

He grunted loudly at the response. The intention of his question was completely missed and it left him to shake his head at his expectations. "No." He mumbled, even though the answer of non-flight was obvious. With the miss of his question he figured he'd have to be a lot more clear with this man.

"Maybe," The albino hissed through his teeth, shooting out the knees of a man that began to run at him. As the body dropped and skid toward him, he kicked it over and dug his heel into the attackers face. "You can fly up and see?"

It would save a lot of time if he could tell where the portal was from above. The intention of course, was to find it and destroy it, and if that was impossible, visit the enemy city and take it apart piece by piece.

[sprungtraps]

Snickering, the man gave a shrug. “It’s difficult maneuvering around this city, isn’t it? Especially with it being in a state of war?”

[tollwutigerhund]

Haine pushed himself up to stand, pausing a moment to push his shoulder back into socket without the slightest flinch. “More so when people aim to hit you.” He shot the stranger a glance, wiping blood from his cheek. “Where do you stand with his.... ‘war’?”

[sprungtraps]

“Ah, you tripped there. You don’t want to accidentally fall into a knife or anything, do you?”

[tollwutigerhund]

“Less of a trip, more of a hit by a car kinda deal...”

[tollwutigerhund]

Live and let die.

[saiyanpriide]

After the words from the announcement had ended, utter chaos erupted in the ghetto. Dark hues looked up into the sky, seeing a reflection of the very city he resided up above. It was strange, but he was used to the feeling of invasion, seeing as he had done the same damn thing when under Frieza’s rule.

Although he could care less about what happened to the citizens of Hive, it seemed like he had no choice but to fight for it. It was either the others, or himself. If the city itself was saved in his efforts to survive, then it wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t like he had anyone in this city that he particularly cared for. Sure, Kakarot had appeared in the city, but he no doubt would be excited about this fight. He would no doubt survive. Besides, beating him was his job.

He briefly wondered about the young Bulma that he had encountered. He only offered the briefest of thoughts toward the young girl before he shook her from his thoughts. Vegeta didn’t need to spare his thoughts on her. He had himself to worry about.

He was jarred from his thoughts as he felt a ki signature come toward him. Without turning, he easily dodged the fist that had been intended for him and grabbed the offending appendage. With little effort, he threw the individual across the way, the figure landing in a crumbled heap several feet away. Ah, so had his power had returned? A smirk crossed his face as he easily went into the fray.

Soon enough, he found that he had been backed into a corner with someone else, who seemed to be using a human weapon no less. Scoffing, he turned around in order to shoot a ki blast, that had been powered down, toward an individual who seemed to be aiming at both of them. ❝Tch, you really think something like that would work against all of these people? Think again.❞ He spoke toward the other male, though he made no moves to attack him. There were still others coming at him that he had to worry about.

[tollwutigerhund]

It was relaxing really, being able to let off a little steam and shoot whatever freaks came through to attack. He might have shot a few Hive City civilians in the way too but, they were just collateral, and probably shouldn't have been in the way.

Haine found himself in combat beside a stranger. A man no less enthusiastic about the fight than he was, it seemed. Although company had not been expected; it was tolerated, and after witnessing the force of strength and damage this stranger could do, respected. As banter was shot his way, the albino gave a glance in regard to the man as he reloaded his semi-automatics.

"Some of us don't shoot light out of our asses." While guns we're the quickest way to kill, it did seem like they were working on a few of his enemies. A gun was also better used at a distance, although not rendered useless at close combat, which Haine was suddenly subject to in a matter of seconds.

A group of five invaders banded together and surrounded him, wasting no time in going in for the attack. As a sword came slashing in he stepped out of the line of the blow. Bang. He shot the wielders wrist and then spun around him, grabing the bastard by the back of their neck where he used their body as a shield against the rest. A crowbar was swung and caught Haine's human shield in the side, a cry of pain drowned out as he fired his gun twice more. Two bodies dropped. Haine kicked his shield forward into the forth guy, letting them topple to the floor as he drew his luger P08 and shot the fifth guy in the face.

Turning to his temporary team-mate, if this was a team-up sort of situation, he shot the last two guys that were still fumbling on the ground. "You can fly." An observation Haine learned to take casually in a place like this. "Where are these bastards coming from?"