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Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 5, 2018 23:07:49 GMT -6
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I am not one who is into... looks, if you will. However, your attitude is quite agreeable, and perhaps there is a chance you may be one in a small number of those who do not annoy me.
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 5, 2018 23:02:46 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
People say that some vehicles are capable of going zero to sixty within seconds - and that was perhaps the best way to describe just how quickly Nikolai's ideas went from tormenting the kid to taking his life and leaving then and there. It didn't matter to him how many saw, it didn't matter how many screamed and ran from him - if his head would be spared the ache this kid's drunken babbling brought, it would be worth it. The looks of terror would be a much better alternative than the distasteful glances he was receiving in the now. Not that he cared.
The one thing that did hold him back, however - was the risk of ruining the current hit.
Who would want to return to a place where someone was murdered? It would be slim to none, and he wasn't sure which irritated him more in that moment. With a heavy sigh through his nose, teeth grit with irritation and eyes closing, holding back the urge to actually give Quinn something to cry about, Niko found himself nearly growling, "Listen kid, If you get piss ass drunk off of one drink, there's something pretty wrong there. But you have got to control your water works, lest you attract the wrong kind of attention.."
Ironic, wasn't it? Someone like Nikolai speaking of finding the wrong attention - Quinn had already gained the attention of the worst person around... and being drunk definitely was not in his favor, "And I really don't want to have to take anyone out over your sob fest." Killing was his game, killing for the sake of babysitting... not so much.
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 4, 2018 2:15:24 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
Only a few days before had Nikolai recieved an interesting proposition. It came to him in the form of an oddly colored letter, the request scrawled in the most intricate of penmanships. The words spoke of promise of handsome pay for the death of a very specific being, mixed with warnings that they were a dangerous being - yet it didn't deter him any. Danger was of no matter, instead, he saw it as a challenge - most of his kills were much too easy.
Especially with the legendary being who inhabited his body.
Between the hours of him recieving the request and now, he took the information given to him and collected his own - silently following the female once he found her. He had been given a general area, a list of addresses that she may reside at - it wasn't hard to solidfy information and figure things out for himself. The sun had gone down long ago, the moon high in the sky - a usual witness to the blood that often colored the metal of his sword. The temperature had dropped significantly, drawing more people within the confines of their homes, wishing to escape the chill that clung to the air.
It didn't bother him.
Between the colors of his clothing, the darkness of the night and the foliage of the tree, which branches held him high above the streets - he would have been difficult to spot. Yet his eyes focused on the home of the target he'd been given - focusing on the windows. His eyesight, hightened by the Ultra Beast within, easily caught any form of motion behind the glass panes. If he could, he'd make this as easy as possible for the both of them - dispatching her within her sleep. Part of him doubted that this mission would end up being that simple, and part of him hoped it wouldn't be as such.
Very rarely was he presented with a challenge, and Arceus did he yearn for it. Light after light began to shut off around him - signaling the surrounding areas succumbing to the need for sleep. Hopefully, soon enough, his target would follow. Soon enough, he'd make his way across the rooftop tha seperated him from the windows of her home, which would serve as his entrance. Soon enough, his blade would meet her flesh and sing with pleasure as it would shine with her blood.
No, not nearly soon enough.
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 4, 2018 1:46:37 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
Whereas Quinn was pleased to meet his acquaintance, Nikolai couldn't exactly say the same. Sure, he wasn't enthused, but he also wasn't entirely disappointed. This being held an air of innocence, and it was woven so tightly through their personality that it was make it or break it with this kid. In their current case, break it was the option that Niko had selected. And that... that would be all too easy.
Especially when, over any other option, Quinn had compared his mission to take the life of a human to that of a child's game - Hide and Seek.
"I would say... more seeking, and less hiding. You can't play a game when one of the participating parties is... unaware." He almost purred, planting small seeds to his true intentions with each word he spoke - yet part of him doubted that Quinn would understand this early on in the game. Hell, part of him doubed that Quinn would get it unless he stated so blunty why he was really here.
Yet, he remained quiet as Quinn blabbered on about food and how it served as a suitable way to pass time - yet with the kid here, he doubted he'd be able to find his target any time soon. That was something he could, as he heard it - kiss it goodbye. Even more so as he watched his drink picked up and slammed down within moments, his expression displaying his displeasure at the motion. He had no idea of Quinn's age, yet with the sudden reaction - he could easily guess him to be underage, green when it came to drinking.
This kid couldn't hold his alcohol.
And Nikolai wasn't here to babysit.
With a sigh, the man settled in a little more, ordering a second drink he'd keep well out of the reaches of his current company. "Not very observant, are we?" Niko began, raising a single eyebrow, "I get the feeling you're going to come to regret drinking that."
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 3, 2018 16:48:16 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
To say he wasn't sure what to make of the man who now sat across from him was an understatement - he radiated a cheery aura that almost made Nikolai sick. With the introduction placed out there, however, it would have been rude of him not to return that favor - what did it matter, who knew if this kid would leave the encounter alive or not, "Nikolai." One word, stated simply with little interest - that's all it took.
Amusing, in the least - so he found this kid. Unfortunately for Quinn, his friendly demeanor had brought him to the wrong person, yet it was bound to happen sooner or later, he was sure. Especially with that chance or two mentality... how hadn't anyone scooped this kid up and killed them yet? Luck must really favor the idiotic... and yet it intrigued him. He'd entertain this, at least for a little - who knows, maybe he could somehow break this kid's demeanor while doing so, at least for the day.
As if the rest of this wasn't enough, the kid had to lay it on thick and start flirting. Earning himself a bit of an 'are you kidding me' look, one eyebrow raised, Nikolai crossed his arms, keeping eye contact as if it might make Quinn feel, somehow, uncomfortable. With a small shake of his head and an even smaller sigh, he allowed his eyes to wander to the crowd on the other side of the fenced in dining area, suddenly looking very disinterested, "I was following someone, and somehow - they managed to escape me." He began, eyes moving from person to person.
Yet, with each passing person, not one sign of his target, even now. "Something small to eat seemed like a suitable time passer as I waited." Giving up on the crowd, his gaze returned to Quinn with a smooth, lazy motion. He caught the boy looking him over - wondering if he was pondering his strange complexion, or, perhaps on a one off - something else, "And you, people don't just come up to me for no reason..."
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 3, 2018 14:09:01 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
A hand to the Liepard's head was enough to calm the pokemon, the feline emitting a contented purr at the motion before sitting, waiting patiently. Even though the being before them was strange, to say the least - in both appearance and scent - there was no danger here, her trainer's actions confirmed this. She'd conent herself with watching... waiting...
Hearing that the other had felt Naganadel's presence brought the smallest of smiles to its lips, a thoughtful hum following it. "You always were the best of us when it came to sensing the others. I didn't know you were here until you called for me." The compliment was quaint, yet Naganadel found itself thankful - having another ultra beast here gave it hope, yet at the same time... it scared it. Did the humans find another way into their dimension? Their filth seeping into places it didn't belong once more?
The smile fell, turning to an irritated scowl instead - a displeased sound rumbled from deep within its chest. It was a good question, he wouldn't deny - but not a memory he was keen on bringing back up. Arms crossed, his stance changed to something more on the defensive side - and not from his partner who stood before him, "That certainly is a question, isn't it." The Ultra Beast began, voice gaining an edge before he paused - unlike Nihilego's eyes, Naganadel's showed the emotions that played in his mind - flashing with rage, clicking his tongue, "I was ripped from our world, those filthy humans had figured out how open a portal. I managed to destroy their tech - but at what cost."
Eyes closed, the beast took a couple deep breaths to steady himself before anger claimed his heart once more - that could be dangerous in this time. If nothing else, anger and rage often drove Naganadel, feeding his motives. "They then brought forth the human whose body I share and bound us together." His smile then found its way back, joined with a dark chuckle - deranged as the beast within, "But it's no matter. We kill humans in this world - It's something I can live with. For now."
With the subject, he found himself curious, eyes wandering the frame of the other Ultra Beast's current form with a slow, swift movement before meeting their gaze once more, "How about you...? How'd you find yourself tied to a human?"
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 2, 2018 11:22:09 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
Through the years that Naganadel had become one with this human's vessel, twisting it in ways no human would ever understand, save for one - it always knew there was something more. Nikolai had been good to it, and it to Nikolai - the two supporting each other more than Naganadel could have ever thought a human would be willing. Most of their time was spent as one, two consciousnesses like one, flowing with perfect sync and communication - however, there were times where one seemed more like two, communication split and bouncing between two entities. Even with Naganadel's ideals and wishes, Nikolai didn't condemn it - instead, he worked to better them both. Naganadel found it beneficial.
A human appearance, no matter how twisted, made reaching goals much easier.
The presence grew stronger, the call louder - and Naganadel felt Nikolai retreat, allowing the pokemon complete control. Respect, that was another key to a successful partnership - and Naganadel felt itself smirk at this. At his legs, the Liepard stiffened, her eyes focused on an approaching figure as she fell deathly silent. His own eyes followed her gaze, falling upon the being who approached them. Familiar, ever so familiar - calming - one and the same. He calculated, examined, waited - could this be what he thought it was? Or was it some sick, cruel trick played by the scientists back from the lab - a test to see if they could find a way to fully control him or not. He hated them, every single one of them - wanted nothing more than to see their blood spill and paint their surroundings. The thought, for a moment, spiked his heart rate, sending a shiver of excitement through him.
It was then that he realized.
This was no trick. No human, scientist or not, could make this possible.
The corners of his lips turned upward in a smile that could be considered warm - and for Naganadel, it certainly was. A cold being showing compassion and warmth, something so rare, so reserved - only a few knew it was capable of such things. This being before him was one of those few. His voice, soft and foreign to his lips, "Of course I would... I couldn't ignore you..." Slowly, he made his way closer to her, eyes not once falling from the other ultra beast's. How like it, the eyes so empty and soulless - portraying a sense of beauty that only Nihilego was able to capture. "It has been far too long, old friend..."
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 2, 2018 0:27:30 GMT -6
This game focuses on challenging players to think a bit more on their characters. It's a fun way to get a little more in depth with your children. The objective is easy - the user above you posts a theme, generally one word - however multiple words are fine. The next user then posts two quirks about the character they're posting with using the theme, and then provides a new theme for the next user.
Example: Colors
QUIRKS: 1. Nikolai is not a fan of pale and pastel colors, he wouldn't be found dead wearing anything of the sort, or having it within his home. Speaking of his home, the walls are dark, his furniture is also dark. The accents in his home are shades of purples and reds. He's not opposed to lighting, or opening a window for sunlight, despite the darkness his home possesses. 2. Niko's favorite color tends to change, honestly - ranging from blue to red. He often states purple as a favorite, which is lucky for him due to the nature of his own skin color. It'd be bad to hate that for sure.
Pretty easy. Builds character. Bonus: you have fun doing it.
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 1, 2018 21:17:24 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
Even he had to admit, the destruction here was something to admire. A group of people so hellbent on ending everything that there were no bars, nothing held back. Even under the pale light of the full moon, Nikolai could see the desolate expanse before him - and he could feel it. Despair, fear, hatred, death - it clung to his surroundings and saturated the air. If he listened hard enough, perhaps the terrified screams and wails could still be heard - but that would be for another day.
No, he felt something else here - a power so familiar that, in a sense, felt comforting. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it felt much like his own - yet he couldn't place it. However it was more than a feeling, he felt compelled - summoned. Something here was calling to him, and he couldn't help but to answer, to follow the sweet feeling that seemed to envelop his mind. Nikolai remained wary, even the sweetest of things had their bitter bites - whatever he was here for could be dangerous, and that was a thought ever present within his mind.
By his side, Naamah, a young Liepard kept his pace, her ears twitching and resting against her head as she listened to their surroundings. She was always so keen, so alert. There had been a couple times where she was able to catch things that had gone under Nikolai's radar - and for that, he was grateful. Yet here, even though the air held unease, she remained steadfast, her courage evident in her stride and the way she carried herself - she'd always been proud to serve at Nikolai's side.
Their journey had brought them to the edge of the crater, Nikolai stopping before Naamah, who padded to the edge to peer over, looking down with narrowed eyes. Her head fell, shoulders rolling - tail twitching as she scanned the deathly hole - nothing meeting her sights that could bring her trainer harm. With a contented snort, she returned to Nikolai's side, her tail wrapping around him as she circled his legs - a purr buzzing from her that brought them both a sense of peace.
Nikolai, though, seemed focused on something else - that feeling was getting stronger, the call. It sent a shiver down his spine, and his grip fell from the blade at his side. No, there was no fear here, no fear for the presence that came ever closer. Instead, he waited - gaze rising to the sky, locking with the moon. Within, the pokemon buzzed - Naganadel knew something more than he - yet the feeling he got brought him a rush.
So, he waited.
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 1, 2018 20:43:06 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
People watching came with the job, and with that - he had come to realize that, over the years, he didn't really like people. They were disgusting, cruel beings with little to no regard for eachother - and that was no way for a species to live. Narrowing his eyes at a particularly disgusing display of a smaller group of people, he quickly found his attention grabbed elsewhere - more particularly, to the side of his own table. Where he had been expecting his waiter, instead he found a young... boy? At least, he thought it was a boy.
Raising an eyebrow, arms folding before his chest, Nikolai took his time to examine the boy before answering. The chest was certainly... flatter, the hair length however wasn't anything new - he had longer hair himself. Usually, people avoided him - whether it be the aura he gave off or the color of his skin, discolored by the Naganadel within. Either way, he supposed this child could offer him some form of entertainment while he waited for his Liepard, Naamah, to return with any possible clues or leads on his bounty.
Leaning back a little further in his chair, raising his chin with acknowledgement, he gave a subtle motion to the chair across from him - telling the boy, more or less, he was okay to sit. Of course, part of him screamed what the hell was he doing, the other part was excited that maybe, just maybe, he could mess with this kid. It had been awhile since he'd done anything of the sort.
"You've got an interesting idea of good meal guests," he began slowly, picking up his drink to take a sip - a delightful fruity flavor washing over his tongue, along with the familiar tingle of alcohol. "Are you always so trusting of strangers...?"
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 1, 2018 16:18:57 GMT -6
Don't get in my face, Don't invade my space I'll put you in your place
He was right there. A man, tall and slender - dressed head to toe in black. He appeared like any other business man would - walking the streets after work, where he was heading - that was of nobody's business.
Except for Nikolai.
The assassin had been following this man for about an hour now, and to say he was getting annoyed was perhaps an understatement. Did the man somehow figure out he was being followed and was dragging him on a wild goose chase, hoping he'd give up? No, that couldn't have been the case, if it were, the man he'd been trailing would be walking in circles - he was moving with a purpose. He was going somewhere. Yet this game of cat and mouse was tiring him - to the point where if he could simply get this man alone, he'd dispose of him then and there, uncaring if they were in his home or not.
Yet somehow, a few minutes later - the man had managed to escape his sight, causing the assassing great distress. If one were to look closely enough, they would be able to see the irritation radiating from his being. He had been informed of some of the man's local haunts, incase if this were to happen, perhaps heading to one of those and waiting would prove productive.
Selecting a restaurant, deciding that eating something small was a good idea as he waited - Nikolai made himself comfortable at an outdoor table, his sword somewhat hidden under the table - just in case. Ordering a drink from the waiter as he made his rounds, Niko contented himself to browse over the menu. It wasn't anything fancy, which somewhat surprised him - perhaps not all business men were as frivolous with their money as everyone thought. Yet, despite the low costs, the food did sound pretty good.
Perhaps this wouldn't be a disappointing side excursion after all.
Cross me once and you'll see It's like a match and gasoline
Post by Nikolai Zakharov on May 1, 2018 14:30:49 GMT -6
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I'm not big into the love scene, though it would be a shame to incompacitate a potential ally before knowing whether you'd be useful to me or not. One evening together, even if only an hour, would give me enough information to make that decision.
