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The big reptilian man simply shook his head as he followed behind the pair. Bread wasn't really his thing but it would be filling enough to get real food. Meat took longer to digest that dough so you were full for longer. The only issue with meat was the price of it if you weren't a hunter. Well...Steppe Archer could technically hunt for them, but how good was she in the forest and plains versus a steppe? It couldn't be that much different.

They zipped through the crowd, following the Archer who was following her nose. At the building...she struggled with the door. Wut? Humans and their weird brains. Druid Girl even squeed at the sight of the bakery. Both girls went in, he was slower to enter mostly because he was still covered in a good bit of filth. Both went about getting their respective pastries. He honestly didn't know much about bread, his people didn't bake.

He didn't feel like anything hard right now, and it was most likely the darker the loaf the harder its crust was. Shrugging he grabbed a couple buns and paid for them shortly after Ms. Intensive Food did. He followed her to the entrance, ignoring the look the shopkeeper was giving him. He probably didn't smell the grandest. "We should, no point cluttering up a shop." He said before ducking out of the shop while starting to munch on his soft bread buns.
Kaze's flashlight either found corpses, or more yurei that had blood on their hands. Either way his attention was drawn back towards the middle of the warehouse where a Treant showed up. That...wasn't normal. Treants were forest guardians, this was an industrial area with little vegetation worth protecting by such a being. It's almost guaranteed to be a construct made of vegetation and demonic power, so it'd have the feel of a real treat. "I kind of figured that, bud. I'm not a dumb kid anymore." Kaze grumbled as a catwalk came screeching along the ground at him. The initial target avoiding it, bike and all.

Well that was the joy of being a Devil Feeder for so long, he didn't need to dodge things like this. His foot came up and he promptly stomped on the steel rigging, stopping it completely and warping the metal beyond use. The Feather lady spoke up, short and curt. Rocks, wounded. Well the wounded were taken care of, the fuck did one do with exploding rocks?!

"Yes Ma'am Ms. Feather-lady, Ma'am!" He said, mock salute and heel click. Some smartassery was required! So he went to the explosive rock clusters and eyed them. Going around he crouched down and chopped the ground, cracking a portion of the creeping cluster away from its previous growth zone. He did the four times, one of each side, before jamming his fingers into the cracks. With a grunt he hefted out a rough cube of concrete, about two feet by two feet, with blowy uppy rocks out of the ground.

Of course now there were sirens drawing closer. Who the hell called emergency?! It'd be awfully suspicious if he was caught carrying a chunk of concrete for literally no reason. So rational thinking, he couldn't hide, he couldn't just waltz out, but he could blow out the side and move away from authorities. Then the ghostly voice whispered through their minds again. "Snakes only got one head..." He muttered before lifting a leg and kicking the wall. The entire section of sheet-metal blew off, the rivets ripping off easily. Unlike cartoons the sheet didn't just fly fully in tact, this piece buckled and folded before flying away from his outstretched leg.

Without further adieu he moved on, he'd head for the local DHA base so they could get the rocks examined.
I requires da discord, didn't know it was a thing o3o
Kaze glanced to his side at the smiling red-head before returning his attention to the scene before him. More Hunters were showing up by the second and seemed to be entering pretty thoughtlessly. No wonder why the DHA was finding Hunter corpses, they were all needlessly reckless. He wasn't one to talk most of the time, but when he ran headlong into a situation it had already been scouted. An example, did anyone else notice that the yurei were being unnaturally aggressive? They were ghosts but they were not fleeing.

More footsteps, more Hunters, except he recognized this one. One Miss Yokoi Beniha, the lady of the feathers as he called her. Since he paid attention to her he spied the drop of blood that came from above her. Finally taking a step into the building his hand left its pocket, pulling a flashlight out with it. Clicking it on the bright light was flicked up, searching the catwalks for the source. From his left a yurei came screaming at him, its fingers curled in rigid talons. Unfortunately for it, it was far to slow. His other hand snapped out of its pocket and grabbed the specters face, unlike his right this hand was black, scaled, and clawed.

If one looked a little closely at the yokai spirit they'd notice its face, and skull, was bulging between his fingers. With an almost casual air he tossed the specter to his right as if he were going to skip a stone across water. The initial impact cracked the concrete floor before it began to actually skip along the ground until it struck the building-side. Blowing out the sheet-metal with a tremendous dent. There were so many Hunters here he didn't really feel the need to get into the fight unless he was attacked directly.

While he searched, and played around, a living girl and corpses was revealed. And another Hunter came swooping in...literally. Fiery phoenix wings, a pillar of flame, luckily this building was metal and not something actually flammable. Well fire was a purifier of the supernatural. Same with salt and those paper talismans the Japanese priests and priestesses were fond of.
Kaze's rough and scarred hands were nestled in the felt lined pockets of his long coat. The hem of it barely brushing the ground with each step. A girl screamed by one a motorcycle, the stench of gasoline heavy with her and her lance pointing out as if she were about to go jousting an opponent. His pace remained the same, an unhurried step followed by another. Inhaling his face lit up by the embers of his cigar before he exhaled, sending out a cloud of vapor and smoke that obstructed the view of his face save for the mystical glow of his eyes.

Any idea why so many yokai are gathering in one spot? He questioned his demonic partner. There's too many reasons I could list off before you actually arrived, boy. Came the response. The huge man simply huffed and plucked the cigar from his mouth. His thumb casually brushed off the ember before he slid the thing into a pocket at his chest. With his vision completely clear he observed the girl make quite the entrance into the warehouse. Which left the main doors wide open and unguarded.

That was his job damn it.

Still he didn't understand why every Demon Hunter was called in on this. For mostly yurei? Shaking his head he meandered towards the warehouse, smelling the gasoline and then smoke from the flames. Pulling his hands from his pockets he gave a couple applauding claps. "Flamboyant entrance and declaration, ten out of ten." He called over, his voice booming and rumbling like distant thunder. Yes he was teasing her just as a gunshot rang out. Then the near silent fwip of an arrow flying through the air. Well two marksmen and someone to draw attention, not a bad strategy.

What part did he play? Well since no one had done a group huddle to see who was doing what, he played the guardian of the gate. His eyes shifted from blue to a deep crimson, changing his vision so he could see yokai/demonic energy like other demons could. What good would a guard be if they couldn't actually see the enemy potentially trying to sneak out, huh?
Asura hardly noticed the change in his body, the System message let him know a bit more than just the limber feeling. But his Stamina was gone, so he couldn't use any skills until the Poison was gone. But the more poison damage he took the more of a resistance he built. There was too much shit to keep track of, nevermind retreating from a horde of undead. Trent was pretty much out of it, huffing and puffing while trying to speak.

"You can blame the previous boss of it. He was like us except he fucked with the wrong guy." He growled out, that was probably the only difference. A typical dungeon probably didn't have so much mentality to work with, Rattleskull hadn't exactly been the most intelligent of beings. A human mind probably fed a dungeon core better than 'Smash all dat not gob.'.

Still despite dragging the human teen they were making good progress. Mother Slime was leading the way, Ardur and Steve were keeping the undead slowed in the back. The spider making it hard for the monsters to move while Ardur pelted them with rocks and the critters kept piling onto each other. Well the dungeon core may have had some intelligence, but it clearly couldn't make its minions smarter. Probably only provided basic commands.

Ardur decided to get fire mixed into it, so he chucked Trent's torch at the writhing pile of undead. He didn't know how long that would last, it took a lot to get a body burning. "Don't fall behind, we need to leave and recuperate!" He called out to the pair, getting separated would be dangerous since they had some dead weight right now. Hell another good push at full strength would probably finish this place up and return it to normal. Assuming the habitat would ever recover from such heavy slaughter.
Kaze isn't angsty...he's just a grump half the time >.>
• Appearance:
His picture doesn't show that he's rather tall, standing at six foot six.
• Name: Kazemitsu Rin, Kaze for short
• Title: N/A
• Age: 29
• Division: American Branch
• Class/Species: Devil Feeder.

• Abilities:

  • Demonic Strength: His strength, which was already high naturally, is multiplied a couple times over passively. When he actively channels demonic energy he's even stronger than that by several times. Over in his previous branch he was one of the physically strongest members.
  • Reptilian Reflexes: His reflexes, like his strength, are multiplied to animalistic degrees. But just because he can see the attack coming doesn't mean he has the speed to dodge it. An example, he can see a jab coming from a boxer and dodge it or block it. He can also see arrows and slow moving bullets but he can't dodge them.
  • Regeneration: Channeling his demon allows him to regenerate from damage. The lesser the wound the faster it goes, more severe wounds take longer. He can't grow back limbs or live through decapitation.
  • Transformation: He is able to transform some of his body parts to that of his demon. Sharp claws on his hands or feet, wings, a tail, black scales and purple torso plates. Each transformation adds a benefit to offense, defense, or his ability to dodge or move.
  • Free-style: He mixes and matches various martial arts to fit his purposes. He's not master but he knows enough to cause serious damage. Powerful on its own, but including demonic attributes makes it far more lethal than it should be.
  • Acidic Breath: The demon he's contracted with has an acidic breath attack that is rather potent. It can come in a glob, stream, and gaseous form with limited range.

• Personality:
Kaze is an incredibly angry, read rage-filled, man. Especially in combat, but thankfully it's channeled to the demons and devils out there instead of at his fellow man. This combined with his headstrong nature tends to land him in hot water. His strength has made him cocky, but if he gets knocked down a more cautious and animalistic nature takes over. Instead of rushing in blindly again he stalks and tests his enemy.

Outside of a fight he's much more calm, but still headstrong. He tends to keep to himself, preferring solitude over groups of people. A natural recluse. If someone can get through his shell he's a bit better about being the 'lone wolf' and he's more protective of that person. Although he is also sometimes a bit of a downer, what with not being able to enjoy worldly pleasures thanks to his contract. Kinda sucks, but there's a price for everything.

• Background:
Kaze's ancestors were naturally born in Japan, his father had moved to North America, married a local woman, and Kaze was born. Huzzah! Which is why he has a Japanese name by the way. Kaze had a fairly average childhood, nothing to really put him in the spotlight aside from excelling in sports. It wasn't until he hit puberty that things drastically changed and not for the better. His thirteenth birthday was not a happy day, strange creatures appeared as if from nowhere and slaughtered his immediate family and some that had flown in from Japan.

Why didn't Kaze die? He had a benefactor that day. A demon who liked humans, what could be described as a dragon, had swooped in and pulped some of the assaulting demons. Terrifying them and making the other demons flee. The boy was obviously distraught, ripe for making a contract with. The demon possessed Kaze's mothers ring, the kids eyes turned ice blue, his hair lost all color, and his skin darkened as if he stayed out in the sun all the time. The reptilian demon helping shape the boy physically as he grew, strengthening him, making his reflexes better, his body tougher.

Obviously no parents meant he was put into foster care, his grandparents were simply to old to take him in. The only thing he kept from home was his fathers dog tags from his military days and his mothers wedding band. They helped balance emotionally and mentally him despite the trauma and the wisdom filled words of the demon bouncing about in his head.

Once he was of age, eighteen, he left the foster system, his current foster parents, and went out to start actively hunting. He had a list of those that had slaughtered his family, any other demon that got in his way met with a rather gruesome fate. In one of his battles he was discovered by the Devil Hunter's Association. He had been doing their job unknowingly and was invited to become a recruit. He obviously joined with the stipulation that they helped him hunt down the described creatures on his hit list. Needless to say he has been at it for a good while and is often sent out to other branches that require heavy hitters.

• Inventory:

  • Dog Tags: His fathers dog tags, an important memento that keeps him more balanced mentally.
  • Mothers Wedding Ring: His mothers ring, its kept on his pinky finger and helps keep him emotionally balanced. The demon resides within this ring as well, giving the diamonds a red hue.
  • Titanium Knuckle Dusters: Not all opponents are supernatural, and packing more damage never hurts. Best to be prepared!
  • The List: A yellowed piece of paper with a list of creature descriptions. Of the dozen only three are crossed out in various colors of blood.

Any noteworthy possession that your character may have should be placed here. Commonplace mundane items, like a phone, a car, etc., don't need to be listed; only items of relevance to your character on hand. If you don't have any, you don't need to add this.

• Other: When his rage is unleashed his body gets covered in a red and black miasma while his eyes are like icy blue flames. It's pretty rare for this to happen though.
With their charge deposited at a temple to be cared for Big Red left and made his way towards the Guild. He didn't feel the need to move too quickly, all the better jobs for their Rank were probably taken already. Money was money, but doing hard work for pennies sucked even to him. While he walked he thought of what they all would need right now. A proper bath, the blood had dried completely on him, food because they didn't have lunch or dinner or a proper breakfast.

He stepped into the Guild and took a brief glance around before spying his party. He shifted around a group of adventurer's before getting close to them. Druid Girl handed over his share of the reward, which he promptly put in his hip pouch. Items went in the satchel at the small of his back, his money went into his firmly tied and buttoned hip pouch.

Of course Druid Girl immediately talked about them going off to get food. Which got a smirk as she started talking about selling their junk or unwanted equipment. But the girls stomach cut in loud and proud. "We'll get some food first, then a bath, then we'll deal with the equipment." He said, ushering the pair out of the building gently. Well as gently as he could. He was feeling hungry as well but his stomach didn't roar like the magical girls. She'd have to take the lead to any location with food, he could smell it but tracking wasn't his forte.
Drachen kept his speed up to match the dummies as it continued to take swings and jabs at him. Damian, their Corporal, spoke up from where he was cleaning and maintaining his revolvers. A mental shrug and he turned his full attention back to the dummy as it released another flurry of blows that he bent and twisted around. His arms were still behind his back and he was just starting to work up a sweat before his superior officer spoke up.

A physical shrug was given to the man this time. "Work on the basics before working on more advanced techniques, Sir. If I can out speed them in hand to hand combat then they'll panic and get sloppy." He said, that was his thinking on the matter. Sure the Chryssalids were a savage species, no real rhyme of reason to their attacks aside from 'kill it', but their movement speed was the greatest or second greatest of the known alien species. Mutton's had the same physiology of a human, their hand strikes or weapon strikes would roughly be the same.

Granted Drachen did have technique, but he just wanted to focus on one thing right now. At the next straight punch he almost casually caught the dummies fist. His other hand came forward and palm-struck the chest which sent the dummy back several feet before it regained its footing. "If you wish to, Corporal, you can up the settings to whatever you wish." He said, pushing a button on one of the posts of the sparring ring to deactivate the training dummy.
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