The streets of Tokyo, Japan are normally populated by the humans during the day but during the night the Arcane's begin their hunt for humans only a handful of humans known as Arcane Hunters are safe to walk at night. (the rp starts now!)

Azure walked down the street, heading towards the park. It's the place she always went when she wanted to think and she needed to do a lot of thinking. She soon reached the park and stepped inside. She headed over to the swings and sat down on one of the swings. She rocked back and forth gently, sighing softly.

"Your're no longer my sister! You're dead to me!" She flinched as her brothers last words rang through her mind and she bit her lip to hold back tears. However no matter how much she tried they rolled down her cheeks and she snuffled softly.

Shinji, Tsuki, and Taiyou are roller blading through the streets of Tokyo at night tracking a Mid-Level Arcane.

Shinji: Tsuki, Taiyou any sign of the Arcane?

Tsuki & Taiyou: Not yet.

Shinji: Damn it must be able to cloak itself.

Shinji, Tsuki, and Taiyou continue down the streets on the search

Azure swung a little bit harder, pushing the depressing thoughts of her twin to the back of her mind. Her black hair was down from it's usual pigtails and it blew softly around her face.

Kurami chuckled as she swung a wallet she had convinced someone to give to her. She was also looking around for any sign of Arcane Hunters.

Shouta walks down the street of Tokyo, and save some of the animalistic sounds of some far-off Arcane and the rustling of something on the ground, it's quiet...

"Too quiet." Shouta pauses for a second, adjusting the golden mask back into place, muttering about the "damn thing sliding off", and grips the handle of the giant cleaver strapped to his back. Then, Shouta began to shout.

"I said it's TOO QUIET!" Nothing. Even the animalistic Arcane from far away had stopped their... croaking whinnying bark, whatever it was. Shouta turned around and sighed. Usually saying things like, "It's too quiet," "I guess it's safe," and, "It's finally over," seem to bring him some low-level Arcane to butcher mercilessly, but tonight none of them seemed to be taking the bait.

"Well I guess I must be safe... for now..." Swiftly, Shouta turns around, sword hefted in his left hand, outstretched, pointing at the darkness... the darkness and nothing beyond.

"Oh, come ON!" he shouts angrily, then, kicking at the sidewalk, placing his abnormally-large cleaver once more onto his back, he goes off to prowl elsewhere, looking for Arcane, or some people, to kill. He's not that choosy.

Kurami heard yelling and rolled her eyes.

Shouta stopped suddenly and looked around. He sensed... something. Something was off. He tried shaking the feeling, but it was prickling at the back of his neck-

oh, wait, no, that's just a little, prickly Arcane imp. As he lifts it off his neck, squeezing the little, grotesque devil, he laughs. "Aww, aren't you adorable!~ <3"

He then proceeds to drop it on the ground, stomp it with his foot, and walk on, whistling contentedly. The feeling wasn't gone, but he didn't really give a crap about the feeling anymore. He was having a comparatively good time.

Kurami could sence a few..nuances hearing towards where the Arcane were. "The hunters are coming. .I'll greet them.. "With a smirk she began to head for the location of the Hunter s.

Shouta's feeling of unease was intensifying. He could feel a sense of dread that only happened when something particularly dangerous was coming near. Of course, his first reaction is to pump his fist, shout, "Finally!", and run off in the direction of possible incoming peril- or at least where he thought it was most likely coming from.

Clairvoyance was a gift, and Aaron was the gifted, a power that was as old a concept as time itself. Vision beyond the limits of normal, virtually no blind spots. Aaron sat with his back against a wall, with his eyes closed, activating his clairvoyance, using this to view his surroundings. Outside of the building he was in, was a bunch of crashed, and abandoned cars, and what seemed to be a man in a strange getup (Shouta). He seemed like little more than a nuisance to the world. 'He should just die.' Aaron thought.
He opened his eyes, stood up, and jumped through a hole in the buildings wall, nearly right behind Shouta. He aimed a desert eagle at his head. Each of the bullets had been previously coated in Aaron's blood. "Freeze, scum. Who are you and what are you doing."

Shouta heard the quick clatter of feet on the ground, and the click of the hammer being drawn back on a large caliber pistol... maybe .50, but that said there's only so much you can learn from simply the clicking of the hammer of a gun, and Shouta was not a gun person. He also wasn't a person prone to knowing how and where to hide, but he usually prided himself on being able to figure out where potential victims are and doing a little bit of lurking in the shadows himself. So the fact that he didn't notice the man behind him was surprising to him. Shouta did not fear death from whoever was behind him, he felt certain of his own abilities, but it's very likely that they both would walk away injured. And going around too fatigued or damaged to fight with Arcane around is asking for trouble. That said, if he cared about his own well being, he would have stayed inside and not spent his life breaking the law by something so simple as a few score homicides. And then he heard the voice. It was cold, almost ice-like, with nothing more than calm indifference. So he stopped and chuckled.

"I'm out on the street where the Arcane are out to play, and I happen to be surprisingly not-dead at the moment, so that narrows the field of what I am down to two, maybe three categories. But, I think, in the grand scheme of things, I'm just a killer with a big pile of bodies behind me. And something's telling me you're one as well... maybe it's your voice. But that's what I am, and who I am doesn't matter. Because no matter what I say and what I do, you're going to try to kill me."

Shouta shifted the weight on his cleaver.

"Emphasis on try..."

Kurami heard voices and decided to investigate as she got closer. With her swords in her hand she walked to the site of the disturbed quietly secretly hoping it was Arcane Hunters to attack.

Without a word, He moved closer to the man, and once he was about 5 feet from him, he began his attack. Instead of firing the gun, the motion the man would most likely suspect, he took control of the blood on the bullet in the barrel, forming it into a sort of long needle, aiming for the back of the man's head.

He felt the whoosh of air head towards him but he didn't hear the firing of a gun. Shouta quickly ducked instinctively and did a sideways slash aimed initially towards the attacker's feet, then swinging the cleaver around in a move that seemed too fluid for the implausibly large weapon, going instead in for a downward slash, holding the cleaver in one hand while taking out a secreted strip of cloth with his other hand. He also noticed something else, hearing something faint, somewhat subdued, and rapid, that may have been the stealthy approach of footsteps or may have been his own rapid heartbeat, but he couldn't pay any attention to it as he was in the heat of battle, trying to focus on his opponent. A quick glance told him that he was armed with two Desert Eagles, and hadn't fired either of them yet. But what was that needle that came at him?

Aaron dodged the initial strike, the needle moving back into the guns barrel. Aaron used his right hand to grab the blade, and once it cut into his hand, he seeped the blood around it, surrounding the blade as the blood seeped towards Shouta's hand. He aimed the gun at shouta's head, and pulled the trigger.

Shouta felt the blood seep and harden around his hand, and realized exactly how this wannabe killer made the needle. He figured this out at the same time one of the Desert Eagles was lowered to his face. Shouta did two things at once- first, he dropped as quickly as he could. Secondly, he unwound the long strip of cloth and quickly snared it around his opponent's wrist, tugging it to the side so the bullet missed him. Panting, Shouta found time to say a few words. "Now THIS is a fight!" He pulled his cleaver out of the man's hand and dropped it to the ground. with the man's controllable blood on it, he would be better off not using it.

"Your not as terrible as I thought." Aaron took his right hand, now away from the cleaver, the blood backing itself into his hand, and placed it on the cloth, the blood forming a sort of blade, cutting it. He tucked the gun back in his pocket. "I think I've had a change of heart. You seem sensible, even though you look...well, not." He reached into his back pocket with his left hand, pulling out a wad of cash. "How about you work for me?" His right hand was cradled around the gun in the pocket of his jacket.

"I agree. You're a good fighter, and your elemental powers are top-notch, but you're wrong on two counts. One- I don't work *for* anyone. No offense to you. Hell, I rarely work for *myself*... I *especially* don't work for myself. And I'm not all that into getting paid in yen. No, I'll work *with* ya. For free. So long as there's killing involved. Second, buddy, my powers over cloth aren't nearly as weak as you think." With that, Shouta exerted the full force of his power, controlling the cloth grip of his cleaver, sending it, whirling through the air, back into his hand. He also took time to manipulate the cloth around the admirable opponent's collar and sleeves, using all his energy to hold them firmly in place. It takes a lot of power and exertion to do something like that, and he was going to be incredibly winded afterwards, and he wouldn't be able to pull a trick like that a second time in one night, but like Hell would the great Aka Manto be showily one-upped by this mysterious individual. Who did he think he is, with his large amounts of money, and his fantastic blood powers, and his impressive fighting prowess, and his wonderfully emotionally void personality? "Now you stay there a second, near that wall. I think we got another visitor."

...after several seconds, he releases the force enacted on the clothes of his former adversary and looked around in disbelief.

"...really? Really!? COME ON!" Shouta proceeds to stomp angrily. "Nothing? Absolutely nothing!? Are you kidding me?!" Shouta then laughs nervously. "Heh... heh. Sorry... about... that... I thought someone was going to come by."