Kayin Cloud

[font=tahoma,geneva,sans-serif][size=3][color=#B22222]TJ looked through as many books as he could on the town's history, but didn't find much more than a few paper articles. The story with the woman committing suicide held true, but that was about it as far as what he could find. "Constance Parker commits suicide back in '67 after her sons were found...drowned in her bathtub?" he paused, raising an eyebrow and waving Oka over. As she stepped over to look over his shoulder. TJ glanced over to her, pointing to the word "drowned." "Officers didn't mention that. Wonder what actually happened to her kids? I'll look more into their family matters I guess. But I have a feeling this place isn't going to have all the answers we'll actually need," he said quietly.[/color][/size] [size=3][color=#B22222]Oka gave a nod and stood back up. "Let me know when you're finished up. I have a few ideas myself," she said before heading for the door.[/color][/size] [size=3][color=#B22222]"Looking for other leads?" TJ asked as he looked back over his shoulder at her. "On the other case, I mean." [/color][/size][color=#B22222][size=3]Oka gave no reply and continued out the door. With a shrug, TJ went back to his research. With a sigh, he returned everything to where they came from. [i]Two boys drowned without a convicted killer, a woman committing suicide. Kinda have to wonder if she was still married when it happened...[/i] he thought to himself. It further frustrated him since he found nothing about a spouse, but he did come up with something to look for. [i]It's sort of hard for kids to drown themselves in a bathtub. Have to find out if there was forced entry, fingerprints, anything.[/i] He contacted Oka on his way out. "Done at the library. Meet me back at the car when you tie up your loose ends," he said, pulling his cap on and stepping back outside.[/size][/color][/font]

TJ lowered the brim of his cap and reclined his seat a bit, keeping his eyes out of view. He wasn't going to be able to sleep. Never could on long drives. He figured he'd at least try and relax regardless. "He's right. We're hunters. Missing persons fall under our department once in a while after all. Hell, my recruiter went missing a ways back and I've been just kind of hoping for the best since he's who trained me at first." TJ tugged his cap off, glancing to Oka. "Just try and relax, though. We'll back you up." Okay sort of let out a grumble and nodded, keeping her eyes on the road. TJ shook his head and put his cap back on over his face. "Think we should introduce ourselves or do we just want to do this anonymously?" he asked the car. "Name's TJ. Originally from a Pennsylvania sector," he said, setting his cap back on his head properly. "Multi-range combat. Preferably close. You guys?" TJ asked, looking to the others. He figured it might make it easier to work together if the knew even the minimal amount of information about each other, but wasn't sure what to expect.

Since KG didn't mention it, thread is up and sign-ups are still open.

[font=verdana,geneva,sans-serif][size=3][color=#b22222]TJ raised the brim of his baseball cap well enough to see the long road ahead of them. It had been a while since he had such a drive ahead of him since a lot of his work was fairly local lately. It had also been a good while since he was grouped with a new set of partners. He hadn't heard a whole lot about the other three, but he didn't have any questions either. At least he didn't have any for them yet. This was probably his first trip into Oklahoma, so his focus mostly remained on the GPS's yelling at him while watching the road. He left the radio turned down as he took for the main highway. He rubbed his side lightly with one hand as they rode, adjusting his sweatshirt to sit more comfortably.[/color][/size][/font] [color=#B22222][font=verdana, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]He glanced over to Oka, then back to the road. He knew none of these three from his sector, nor had he ever been sent on such a long trip for that matter since he had only been with the Hunters for a little less than a year. The taller one of the two in the back was staring out the window in silence and the other seemed to just be checking the sights himself.[/size][/font][/color] [color=#B22222][font=verdana, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]TJ pulled onto the main highway, glancing to Oka again. "I find it kind of odd that we were chosen to go if there are sectors closer to Oklahoma than us. Any idea why?"[/size][/font][/color] [color=#B22222][font=verdana, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]Oka glanced to him over the top of her shades. "We were chosen for whatever reason we were chosen. All we need to worry about is completing our mission. You worry about driving until you need me to take over," she said, sitting back in her seat and getting as comfortable as she seemed to be able to get.[/size][/font][/color] [color=#B22222][font=verdana, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]TJ just shrugged it off as well as he could, returning his focus to the road. [i]A simple "It's not important. Drive." would have sufficed,[/i] he thought to himself with a smirk.[/size][/font][/color]

[color=#b22222][size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Name: T.J.[/font][/size] [size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Age: 24[/font][/size] [size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Sex: Male[/font][/size] [size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Appearance: Stands at roughly 5'4", weighing in at 118 lbs. T.J. has a tan complexion and a fairly athletic build. He doesn't seem to be very muscular but he does hide his strength limits well enough. While not completely brawny, he makes up for it in agility and speed. His hair is always cut short and almost always worn under a hat. A small beard and mustache and a bit of stubble show his little attention to full maintenance since he never keeps either trimmed outside of shaving when it gets out of hand. T.J. is marked with a scald mark on his right knee and a tattoo on the back of his left shoulder which is his insignia as he calls it. He rarely wears anything outside of jeans or shorts and a T-shirt with a grey zippered hooded sweatshirt with a wolf and dragon on the back.[/font][/size] [font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]Personality: T.J. is very soft spoken and feels as though actions speak louder than words anyway. He is generally reserved and level-headed, often making him the voice of reason for his associates and friends. It is hard to get past his level of patience for most although he lacks patience for impatience. T.J. has a hard time not taking things said to him to heart, but there are only few things that actually get through. He has a strong level of determination and has a hard time giving up or withdrawing willingly, but knows when it's absolutely necessary to do so. He has the ability to have faith in those he is close to, despite his lack of faith in humanity. He is very apologetic and has a tendency of taking the blame for things that he hasn't even done.[/size][/font] [size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Background: Born and raised in the northeast, T.J.'s been more or less isolated by there. It was mostly by choice that he stayed there for most of his life, just recently having little choice but to relocate with the rise of these creatures. After working security for a Casino for a little while and having it attacked by a group of large canine-looking creatures - which he came to learn were called Barghests - he managed to get his way out of that situation and most of the patrons at the casino. He had gunned down most of the creatures himself with what ammunition he could find for the standard Submachine guns the company assigned them. After the struggle and having taken a few licks from the Barghests that got in close, T.J. took the time to evacuate everyone he could and went to collect some more ammunition. However, his search came up dry since it took more bullets to drop one of these things than it would a person.[/font][/size] [size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]He shrugged and went toward his car, only to get shoulder checked into the ground by a Barghest much larger than the others. He shook off the hit as best as he could, although still dazed for a time and ran to his car, popping the trunk while the massive beast toppled other cars over from the victims of the attack who didn't make it. He drew out his personal firearm and grabbed one of his Brooklyn Crushers from his bag and tucked it into his belt, readying the Desert Eagle and taking the safety off. As he managed to take aim, he dropped to his stomach as a car rolled over his, but more importantly over his head. He took two clean shots from the ground into the Barghest's gut, crippling it before he landed two more shots in each of its hind legs. He fired one more shot into its chest as he got to his feet and another for the large arm reaching for him before closing the gap, dropping the magnum and drawing his bat, slamming it down into the beast's head with both hands. With a sigh of relief as the beast stopped moving, T.J. turned and picked his firearm back up, ejecting the empty clip and tucking it away. He closed his eyes and started back toward the trunk of his car before he found himself blindsided by another Barghest. Although it was one of the normal sized ones, he found himself pinned and unable to escape its grip. He felt jaws closing in on his throat only to feel the weight of the beast suddenly lifted as it went flying off of him.[/font][/size] [size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]He looked to see his savior from death was a man with dark blue eyes who stood at roughly six feet even. T.J. glanced over to the now crippled and unmoving beast and could see where the man had kicked him square in the side of the head with his reinforced boots. The man uncrossed his arms and offered a hand to pick T.J. up, which he accepted. "You didn't do too bad, kid. You should consider joining a sector. Could use someone like you with a little training," he said with a chuckle. T.J. looked back at the casino, doubting he'd get much work there anymore after what had just happened. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then? Well, let's get you packed. Time to relocate," the man said, starting to walk toward a black H3. T.J. sighed and packed what he could from his car into his bat bag(which doubled as his gun bag). What he didn't know is he was about to go through a lot of changes...and see a lot more things as a Hunter.[/font][/size] [font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]He was trained by other hunters in his first sector, having his knowledge of the martial arts expanded. The physical training he endured made him feel like he could crack anything with his bats and hit any target with his Deagle. He felt like he could keep what happened at the casino from reoccurring. Unfortunately, the man who recruited him never gave his name and unfortunately he had gone missing a while back. He hopes to one day find him and thank him for giving him new life and a chance to save others.[/size][/font][/color] [size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][color=#b22222]Weapon: [/color][url="http://www.tactical-life.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/desert-eagle-mark-xix-50-ae.jpg"][color=#b22222]Desert Eagle Mark XIX AE .50[/color][/url][color=#b22222] and Steel(and other metal) Baseball bats(generally "Brooklyn Crushers")[/color][/font][/size] [color=#b22222][size=3][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif]Fighting style: [/font][/size][font=tahoma, geneva, sans-serif][size=3]Mix of martial arts, generally striking, countering, wrestling, and streetfighting as well as firearm knowledge. Preferred fire arms being magnums and submachine guns due to familiarity. He has a constant supply of baseball bats brought with him on missions.[/size][/font][/color]

Name: Fethos Persona: Caring, helpful, and protective. Age: 24 Mech: Bronze Dragon Mech Name: Shochraos Mech Persona: Protective of Fethos, somewhat stubborn, and careful of others.

[color="#8B0000"][font="Garamond"]Chiniiro continued to keep the Quincy on their toes, striking at them suddenly then changing his position if they evaded his attack and moving to strike again. The two would unleash volley after volley of spirit arrows, trying to pin him down, but his speed seemed to be too much for the two. "We can't keep this up all day, Jinta. We need another plan of attack," one Quincy said to the other, glancing to him between dodging the Fullbringer's strikes and firing a counterattack when he could. Jinta, the younger of the two nodded, glancing to his elder. "I know, Keiji, but I have no idea how to deal with his kind of agility. He's too fast for spells and hard to keep track of just from watching him. If you come up with anything, feel free to let me know," he said, jumping back before firing a volley of arrows at Chiniiro once he evaded an impeding attack. Jinta quickly froze as he felt a spike in Reiryoku coming from Tomoko's group. Keiji and Chiniiro must have detected it as well as the three were all distracted by it if only briefly before returning to combat. "You felt that, right, Kei-san? It must have been someone removing their Sanrei Glove from Tomoko's group..." just as he said that, they saw a stream of spirit energy burst through a building and the source of the reiryoku diminished not long after. Keiji grumbled a bit upon sensing it. "Yeah...if they'd gotten that desperate, these two Fullbringers must be a little more than we bargained for. No matter, we have to-!" he found himself nearly crushed under the weight of Chiniiro's scabbard as he leapt up and dropped down with it full force. Keiji's Hirenkyaku gave him enough room to escape as he watched from above. He swallowed hard as he saw the fissure created where he once stood. He looked to Jinta who looked just as nervous for him. Keiji took aim just in front of Jinta and with some luck, managed to stop Chiniiro long enough to defend the arrows and allow Jinta to escape the Fullbringer's attack and counterattack as he took to the air as well. Chiniiro looked up to the two, watching them cautiously. [i]He isn't attacking us from there. We must be out of his attack range. And I haven't seen him take to the air much at all...His Bringer Light must not be as good as the others we've seen. We may be able to take advantage of this...[/i] Keiji thought as he drew several Seele Schneiders from his waist. "Jinta, open fire. Don't let up until I say so!" he said, firing a force of arrows at the Fullbringer and Jinta doing the same. Chiniiro used both his blade and scabbard to deflect the incoming attacks, focusing on how the impact felt with each arrow that he repelled. As he began to adjust, he started to notice-what he thought were arrows-fly way off their mark and hit the ground. He ignored it for now as he found what he was looking for, reflecting quite a few of the arrows at the two Quincy who were forced to adjust their angle so as not to catch return fire. [i]I may not have ranged attacks, but at least I can use theirs to my advantage...just keep their movement in mind, Chiniiro...[/i] he thought, still deflecting the arrows. "Lovely..." Keiji mumbled. "No matter..." he said with a smirk as the Seele Schneiders in his hand were gone, and he stopped firing. Jinta, confused at first, could see why he stopped. Keiji landed just a bit away from Chiniiro. As he did, he could see that the Fullbringer realized he wasn't able to go very far. "You aren't as observant as you should be. You see, I was planning on being able to trap you since you rely on all of that speed of yours, Fullbringer. But now," Keiji took a silver tube from his belt, starting to open it, "you are unable to move and unable to evade. The Seele Schneider have you bound in place and there's nothing you can do to escape it." Keiji smirked as Chiniiro's eyes narrowed toward him. "Now I know you're partially human, so I'll give you the chance to speak any last words you have," Keiji said confidently as he had the tube mostly open. Chiniiro looked down and around, but remained as calm as he could. A simple solution came to mind. "Yeah, I do have one last thing to say before this battle is over..." Keiji nodded, ready to tilt the Ginto. "You talk too damned much, Quincy..." Chiniiro slashed the ground with all of his speed and might behind it, creating a gash in the ground that swallowed two of the Seele Schneider and freeing him to move. Keiji's eyes widened and Jinta opened fire on their quarry. "Tilt the goblet to the west - Wolke!!!" Keiji shouted, throwing the explosion Chiniiro's way before he found himself unable to breath or move. Chiniiro's blade went clear through Keiji's chest and spine while his scabbard pierced his ribs from sheer force. "Like I said...you Quincy talk too much..." Chiniiro said, tossing the body aside, finding new found strength again in Keiji's blood. He disappeared with an incoming volley but Jinta lost track of him. "Where'd he get t-" Jinta started before he found himself careening toward the pavement with Chiniiro's weight forcing him down, his head clutched in the Fullbringer's hand. His face slammed into the concrete and his body convulsed from the shock of the impact before Chiniiro drove his blade through his back. "I may not be able to fly, but that doesn't mean I can't jump... Don't underestimate us Fullbringers," Chiniiro said, jerking his sword out of his victim and sheathing it. His body was covered in blood, his trophy from this victory. He made his way over to regroup with Takahiro, Akakiba returning to the form of his pocketwatch as he attached it to his belt and stowed it away.[/font][/color]

[color="#8B0000"][font="Garamond"]Chiniiro was slightly taken aback by Takahiro's assault, but he didn't have time to take in the sights when he had his own problems. A volley of arrows flew directly past him as he sidestepped the attack. His orders were clear to him when this battle started. The conditions of this battle were clear: A comrade was injured, and they needed backup immediately. She was one of their own, so despite how well he knew her or not, she was an ally. For hurting her, Chiniiro was going to make them regret it any way he could. "Don't forget about the red haired one!" "But the others-" "They could be equally strong, don't take the chance of being overwhelmed!!!" Chiniiro's eyes narrowed as he heard bickering among their ranks, focusing on the one who called him out to begin with and charging toward him at full speed. He lifted his pocket watch from his waist and held it out in front of him. "Let the blood spill, Akakiba..." he muttered and as another volley of arrows shot toward him, a white scabbard struck through and shattered the incoming missiles. The scabbard seemed to have blood splattered along its edge, but he hadn't drawn the red-hilted blade yet. The Quincy could probably see his speed wasn't up to par with Takahiro's as they seemed to have the idea to ambush him. Two of them disappeared from his view and his eyes narrowed on those he could see. [i]It's just their Hirenkyaku...Focus...[/i] he thought before he whipped around to deflect two incoming volleys with Akakiba and glancing over his shoulder enough to change his position in time to avoid rear fire. The two who appeared behind him appeared just in arms reach with Seele Schneiders at the ready. He dodged one but found himself cut across the side with the other attack. As blood ran down his side, a red aura started growing from inside the scabbard of Akakiba. "Guess it's time, huh...?" Chiniiro said to the blade as he drew it slowly from the sheath. Just as he did, he seemed to have disappeared. "Wh-what the? Was he hiding how fast he actually wa-AAAGH!!!" one of the Quincy who found himself surprised, found a blade sticking through his chest from his back. "You shouldn't get careless..." Chiniiro said as the lines of red down his blade began to wrap around the black steel of his his sword. He tore the blade out through the Quincy's side, letting his blood wash over Akakiba and himself. The front of his body from his waist up to his shoulder and face were covered in a fair amount of the Quincy's blood, and the red aura around Akakiba enveloped him now. "Time to see what we can do with this much..." "A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed - Gritz!" was heard from the nearby Quincy as he used his Ginto to try and seal Chiniiro within it. Chiniiro made no movements to try and evade it, the coffin enclosing around him. "Quickly, get ready to use Spren-?" he paused with his Seele Schneider in hand as he saw a gash appear in the entrapment he tried to use on Chiniiro. "He escaped it?!" "Don't underestimate us Fullbringers!!" Chiniiro roared, slashing his sword against the ground and sending a mass amount of rubble at the Quincy who used his bow to destroy most of it before he found Chiniiro's scabbard smashed against his bow and arm, shattering the bones effortlessly. His daunting look at the Quincy likely had him wishing the Quincy's outfit was brown instead of white as a second blow from his scabbard landed in his chest, shattering his ribs and likely collapsing a lung if not both. His gaze quickly shifted to the remaining two. "The power of my Kekkon will leave the two of you wishing you'd never taken up the bow..." he glared, his Reiatsu still much greater than he'd began with when this battle started. "So long as you can bleed, your blood will be spilled, Quincy!!!!" he said, disappearing with his improved speed once again, leaving the Quincy in a panic to try and figure out where he would strike next...[/font][/color]

Woo. Finally done. ^^