Jul 24, 2022 20:21:52 GMT -5
Post by Calot on Jul 24, 2022 20:21:52 GMT -5
Justice was never something on the compass that guided Calot toward greater power, often times it was actually something that seemed to only hamper the process, and get in the way of the most important portions of the path as is. But, there were rare instances where the hybrid's search for resources of strength just so happened to intertwine with those looking to make a much more, selfless, change in the world around them.
The North was a place that reminded him very fondly of home, surprisingly enough. Not due to the climate, or the people that came to inhabit it, but because of the lack of control over their community security system as a whole. It had been a relatively quiet night for the young man, and he was just beginning to make the long walk out of North City and back to the Eastern regions from whence he came with the several bags of groceries he had come to buy. There were things that even the wilderness failed to provide to the young man, and while not the most well off of individuals, nothing helped to fix an empty pocket more than a few well meaning threats and an unsheathing of a sword onto some unsuspecting bystanders.
No, he was not two bit crook, Calot chose his victims carefully- mostly older, more well off men rather than someone who might actually need the money for something greater than themselves. Still, technically, it was illegal, and that's where the hood came in. As Calot never went out of his homely hut without his black hooded cardigan. Plus, it helped to seemingly evade attention- although the conniving crossbreed wasn't all too sure whether or not that it was because of the clothing, or because of his aura exuded normally that caused such a turn off from the public. Either way, it helped more than it hurt.
Especially when it came to the more mundane tasks of grocery shopping. The ebony colored head covering helped to ensure no one even tried to approach him for so much as a question, and that remained the same even several blocks down from the now closed grocery superstore. It was nice, tranquil, and the exact circumstances Calot always strived to achieve.
At least, it was until the failures of the North City justice system began to rear their ugly head at him. Quite literally, with two nosy on-duty officers now giving him the side eye from across the side of the street they now stood on. They weren't particularly discreet about their staring, and seeing as he was in a particularly pissy mood as of now, Calot gave them a piercing glare right back, stating aloud in a cold tone, "Keep staring, perhaps I'll do a trick."
Clearly, this did not amuse the two law bringers one bit, and soon after drawing some suspect looking Ki blasters, they marched their way across the street, nozzles pointed directed at the hybrid, who now raised an amused eyebrow at their antics. Did they realize who exactly they were dealing with? Could they really not sense the massive power deficit between the two of them?
Apparently not, as their confident struts remained so even as they came practically face to face with each other, one officer making his way behind the hybrid while the other remained directly in front of him.
"You wanna repeat yourself, punk?"
"My concern for public law enforcement heightens greatly if you couldn't even comprehend seven words with a combined nine syllables."
That especially seemed to peeve them to no end, as the one behind Calot grabbed him firmly by the wrists, pinning him up against a nearby light pole as the other officer moved so that Calot remained facing him, clearly growing even more irritated as Calot remained unperturbed by their attempts at intimidation as he spoke,
"Disobeying law enforcement is a punishable offense, boy. You'd best watch your next words real damn carefully."
Calot now remained strangely silent, and instead of his anger growing, rather, curiosity began to take its place. There was no way in Hell the city department would allow for their men to go around harassing just anyone giving them a hard time, right? Of course he could very well be wrong, and in all actuality he would not be surprised if he was, but...
...If this corruption of malignance were allowed to continue onward with their activity, how many weaker beings than he would come to be affected? How many families would be negatively afflicted if such a cancer was allowed to continue to grow?
No. This was a problem that needed to be settled post haste. And poking and prodding these two meatheads to bring him to the heart of it seemed to be the easiest course of action in order to do so.
Thus, the poking and prodding continued, and Calot simply stared blankly into the space behind the officer facing him, which proved more than what the older man's ego could take. Taking his Ki blaster, the public "servant" backhanded the youth with a firm flick of the pistol in his hand, whilst Calot feigned to nearly fall over in response.
Grabbing Calot by the bangs off his forehead, the officer stared him straight in the face, a nasty smirk upon his face as he spoke toward his partner, "Looks like we've got a special case on our hands, partner- a rowdy young man in need of some proper disciplining."
The other man nodded, and at this point Calot would be concerned for the man's evident lack of verbal skill if not focused more on putting on a "weak" and "helpless" face, which proved still to be quite the momentous task as the duo dragged the young man to their police cruiser, throwing a pair of cuffs onto the Demon Saiyan in custody before tossing him carelessly into the back of the car, driving off in the complete opposite direction of the main police department in the city.
Eventually, the trio would come to a stop in the car, with Calot having been left unceremoniously face first into the less than comfortable leather seats before the trip had begun, and subsequently being left quite ignorant of what exactly lay ahead of him. Thankfully, it wouldn't take all that long for him to find out, as the two men from before would haul him out of his place upon the seats with a shared iron grip, hands burying themselves into his arms and forearms as they lifted him up and away from the police cruiser, facing him toward the place where he'd be staying for the time being.
That place being, at surface level, an abandoned looking warehouse. Within it's walls, however, Calot expected nothing less but the grandest of operations and most intricate of inner machinations deep inside.
And it looked as though he was about to get what he was looking for, as the smarter officer of the two now holding him in contempt directed the three of them toward a door with a key panel on the side of it. Dialing in the four digit code (Which consisted of pressing the number one, one, one, and then a moment of slight hesitation before pressing the number one, one more time, before the door unlocked), Calot was then brought into the beginning of a darkened corridor.
After walking down it, and being faced with several doors on his left and his right, Calot was brought into a room at the very end of the hall- being thrown into it and meeting cold pavement on his way down.
It was at this point the conniving crossbreed finally began to tire of playing possum, and once the two believed themselves to have free reign to do whatever they liked to the young man, Calot heaved a great sigh, before backhanding the both of them into the concrete wall directly to his right- a satisfying splatter accompanying the action soon afterwards.
Making his way from the room with a confident strut in his stalk, Calot looked from room to room, before finding the door that led to the warehouse proper- where he presumed the people he was looking for were currently. Opening the door (and simultaneously breaking the lock in the process), Calot was greeted by the sight of a nearly emptied expanse of warehouse space, populated by emptied shelves and cardboard boxes here and there, where the only thing of major importance that laid in the middle was...
...A poker table?
Eyebrows raising in confusion, Calot found a dark enough corner of the storehouse to hide within, dragging a box along with him to hide in before doing so. Hopping inside of the box, the hybrid watched the table with a calculative glare, where several individuals sat around seemingly ready to play a good game of cards.
The only thing holding the young man back from doing away with all of this nonsense immediately was the need to ensure that he had exactly whom he was looking for. If you were to kill a snake, all one need to is cut off the head, and the rest of the body would come to fall along with it. This was what the Demon Saiyan slayer intended on doing.
Listening in, Calot focused all of his senses on the conversation at hand, sitting in silence whilst the topic of the table was revealed to him bit by bit,
"Well, friends, are we all sat and accounted for?"
"Seems like it- oh, wait, where're Jim and John at? They never miss debriefings like these-"
"They're busy taking care of some business themselves at the moment. Another young upstart trying to throw a wrench in our plans, and whatever the Saturday morning cartoon villains would say."
"Perfect. Well, boss, you're the dealer for tonight- mind starting us off?"
Having confirmed whom he was looking for was indeed present, Calot was about to get down to business, when the cacophony of conversation started once more, the topic forcing the initially celeritous Demon Saiyan to a halt.
"The two dimwits never usually take this long with stragglers, it's getting real annoying to be perfectly honest."
"Now now, we can afford a little patience with them- the gear and goods we got from the haul we had last week thanks to our last raid on the countryside gives us ample wiggle room to afford any small oversights. Besides, they're still quite green to the ongoings of our line of work- I'm sure you remember the incident that nearly did us in just weeks into the operation when we were still getting our bearings, yes?"
The group all chuckled in agreement.
"Quite messy, that one was. Nearly had us out of a badge. Suppose we can cut them some slack then, considering how messy we were back then."
"Indeed. Nearly made our, entrepreneurial undertaking a fleeting fantasy. All due to one man too curious for his own good."
"What the hell was that guy doing after hours like that anyways? And in the middle of our, shopping spree, nonetheless? I thought we cased the joint before going to each shop in the commerce district to go take "inventory" in the search of some case important "evidence", right?"
"Trying to do some last minute errand running I suppose. But to do it with his family present? They must have been tourists or something to be that foolish to believe any shopping center would be open at that time of night."
The group nodded in agreement, while the hybrid in hiding gritted his teeth with growingly ferocious force.
"It was your fault it ended the way that it did! You shot first, and asked questions never!"
"Ah, stop getting your panties in a twist- it ended well enough anyways. Getting rid of the bodies was the hardest part. Or was it the clean up? Can't say, you two had that all handled."
"The father's struggling was the most irking to me. The screaming from the whole lot, however, nearly got us caught, so maybe that was the most worrying bit of it to me."
"I can still hear the cries of the children like it was yesterday-"
And with that line having been crossed, Calot burst forth from his hiding place, sizzling two of the three corrupt cops to nothing but a burning memory upon the pavement before grabbing the third and final one by the collar, and slamming him down face first into the ground beneath him, sadistic satisfaction flooding his senses as he felt the crunch of several bones crackling beneath his grip.
"Relish in death's cold embrace, as it is a more than deserved mercy for scum like you."
Once more lifting the barely conscious cop's head from the pavement, Calot stared angrily into his eyes, his normally cold cutting gaze now one of a furious inferno, before slamming his head back down with a sense of finality, an explosion of red and white following, with a bit of blood landing itself upon the young man's cheek.
Getting up from his kneeling posture, Calot stared at the sight before him, sighing. He knew that were one nest of scum like these sat, a thousand more laid waiting in the wings for their time in the limelight.
So why get so connected to this particular case then? Why become so emotionally invested in something that was once simply meant to be payback for two idiots' insolence?
Feeling at his cheek, Calot realized the mess that he had made, and once having wiped the crimson smear away with his sleeve, the conflicted crossbreed began to make his way out of the warehouse, eyes reflecting the discordance now damning him from deep within.
"...I'm getting soft."
The North was a place that reminded him very fondly of home, surprisingly enough. Not due to the climate, or the people that came to inhabit it, but because of the lack of control over their community security system as a whole. It had been a relatively quiet night for the young man, and he was just beginning to make the long walk out of North City and back to the Eastern regions from whence he came with the several bags of groceries he had come to buy. There were things that even the wilderness failed to provide to the young man, and while not the most well off of individuals, nothing helped to fix an empty pocket more than a few well meaning threats and an unsheathing of a sword onto some unsuspecting bystanders.
No, he was not two bit crook, Calot chose his victims carefully- mostly older, more well off men rather than someone who might actually need the money for something greater than themselves. Still, technically, it was illegal, and that's where the hood came in. As Calot never went out of his homely hut without his black hooded cardigan. Plus, it helped to seemingly evade attention- although the conniving crossbreed wasn't all too sure whether or not that it was because of the clothing, or because of his aura exuded normally that caused such a turn off from the public. Either way, it helped more than it hurt.
Especially when it came to the more mundane tasks of grocery shopping. The ebony colored head covering helped to ensure no one even tried to approach him for so much as a question, and that remained the same even several blocks down from the now closed grocery superstore. It was nice, tranquil, and the exact circumstances Calot always strived to achieve.
At least, it was until the failures of the North City justice system began to rear their ugly head at him. Quite literally, with two nosy on-duty officers now giving him the side eye from across the side of the street they now stood on. They weren't particularly discreet about their staring, and seeing as he was in a particularly pissy mood as of now, Calot gave them a piercing glare right back, stating aloud in a cold tone, "Keep staring, perhaps I'll do a trick."
Clearly, this did not amuse the two law bringers one bit, and soon after drawing some suspect looking Ki blasters, they marched their way across the street, nozzles pointed directed at the hybrid, who now raised an amused eyebrow at their antics. Did they realize who exactly they were dealing with? Could they really not sense the massive power deficit between the two of them?
Apparently not, as their confident struts remained so even as they came practically face to face with each other, one officer making his way behind the hybrid while the other remained directly in front of him.
"You wanna repeat yourself, punk?"
"My concern for public law enforcement heightens greatly if you couldn't even comprehend seven words with a combined nine syllables."
That especially seemed to peeve them to no end, as the one behind Calot grabbed him firmly by the wrists, pinning him up against a nearby light pole as the other officer moved so that Calot remained facing him, clearly growing even more irritated as Calot remained unperturbed by their attempts at intimidation as he spoke,
"Disobeying law enforcement is a punishable offense, boy. You'd best watch your next words real damn carefully."
Calot now remained strangely silent, and instead of his anger growing, rather, curiosity began to take its place. There was no way in Hell the city department would allow for their men to go around harassing just anyone giving them a hard time, right? Of course he could very well be wrong, and in all actuality he would not be surprised if he was, but...
...If this corruption of malignance were allowed to continue onward with their activity, how many weaker beings than he would come to be affected? How many families would be negatively afflicted if such a cancer was allowed to continue to grow?
No. This was a problem that needed to be settled post haste. And poking and prodding these two meatheads to bring him to the heart of it seemed to be the easiest course of action in order to do so.
Thus, the poking and prodding continued, and Calot simply stared blankly into the space behind the officer facing him, which proved more than what the older man's ego could take. Taking his Ki blaster, the public "servant" backhanded the youth with a firm flick of the pistol in his hand, whilst Calot feigned to nearly fall over in response.
Grabbing Calot by the bangs off his forehead, the officer stared him straight in the face, a nasty smirk upon his face as he spoke toward his partner, "Looks like we've got a special case on our hands, partner- a rowdy young man in need of some proper disciplining."
The other man nodded, and at this point Calot would be concerned for the man's evident lack of verbal skill if not focused more on putting on a "weak" and "helpless" face, which proved still to be quite the momentous task as the duo dragged the young man to their police cruiser, throwing a pair of cuffs onto the Demon Saiyan in custody before tossing him carelessly into the back of the car, driving off in the complete opposite direction of the main police department in the city.
Eventually, the trio would come to a stop in the car, with Calot having been left unceremoniously face first into the less than comfortable leather seats before the trip had begun, and subsequently being left quite ignorant of what exactly lay ahead of him. Thankfully, it wouldn't take all that long for him to find out, as the two men from before would haul him out of his place upon the seats with a shared iron grip, hands burying themselves into his arms and forearms as they lifted him up and away from the police cruiser, facing him toward the place where he'd be staying for the time being.
That place being, at surface level, an abandoned looking warehouse. Within it's walls, however, Calot expected nothing less but the grandest of operations and most intricate of inner machinations deep inside.
And it looked as though he was about to get what he was looking for, as the smarter officer of the two now holding him in contempt directed the three of them toward a door with a key panel on the side of it. Dialing in the four digit code (Which consisted of pressing the number one, one, one, and then a moment of slight hesitation before pressing the number one, one more time, before the door unlocked), Calot was then brought into the beginning of a darkened corridor.
After walking down it, and being faced with several doors on his left and his right, Calot was brought into a room at the very end of the hall- being thrown into it and meeting cold pavement on his way down.
It was at this point the conniving crossbreed finally began to tire of playing possum, and once the two believed themselves to have free reign to do whatever they liked to the young man, Calot heaved a great sigh, before backhanding the both of them into the concrete wall directly to his right- a satisfying splatter accompanying the action soon afterwards.
Making his way from the room with a confident strut in his stalk, Calot looked from room to room, before finding the door that led to the warehouse proper- where he presumed the people he was looking for were currently. Opening the door (and simultaneously breaking the lock in the process), Calot was greeted by the sight of a nearly emptied expanse of warehouse space, populated by emptied shelves and cardboard boxes here and there, where the only thing of major importance that laid in the middle was...
...A poker table?
Eyebrows raising in confusion, Calot found a dark enough corner of the storehouse to hide within, dragging a box along with him to hide in before doing so. Hopping inside of the box, the hybrid watched the table with a calculative glare, where several individuals sat around seemingly ready to play a good game of cards.
The only thing holding the young man back from doing away with all of this nonsense immediately was the need to ensure that he had exactly whom he was looking for. If you were to kill a snake, all one need to is cut off the head, and the rest of the body would come to fall along with it. This was what the Demon Saiyan slayer intended on doing.
Listening in, Calot focused all of his senses on the conversation at hand, sitting in silence whilst the topic of the table was revealed to him bit by bit,
"Well, friends, are we all sat and accounted for?"
"Seems like it- oh, wait, where're Jim and John at? They never miss debriefings like these-"
"They're busy taking care of some business themselves at the moment. Another young upstart trying to throw a wrench in our plans, and whatever the Saturday morning cartoon villains would say."
"Perfect. Well, boss, you're the dealer for tonight- mind starting us off?"
Having confirmed whom he was looking for was indeed present, Calot was about to get down to business, when the cacophony of conversation started once more, the topic forcing the initially celeritous Demon Saiyan to a halt.
"The two dimwits never usually take this long with stragglers, it's getting real annoying to be perfectly honest."
"Now now, we can afford a little patience with them- the gear and goods we got from the haul we had last week thanks to our last raid on the countryside gives us ample wiggle room to afford any small oversights. Besides, they're still quite green to the ongoings of our line of work- I'm sure you remember the incident that nearly did us in just weeks into the operation when we were still getting our bearings, yes?"
The group all chuckled in agreement.
"Quite messy, that one was. Nearly had us out of a badge. Suppose we can cut them some slack then, considering how messy we were back then."
"Indeed. Nearly made our, entrepreneurial undertaking a fleeting fantasy. All due to one man too curious for his own good."
"What the hell was that guy doing after hours like that anyways? And in the middle of our, shopping spree, nonetheless? I thought we cased the joint before going to each shop in the commerce district to go take "inventory" in the search of some case important "evidence", right?"
"Trying to do some last minute errand running I suppose. But to do it with his family present? They must have been tourists or something to be that foolish to believe any shopping center would be open at that time of night."
The group nodded in agreement, while the hybrid in hiding gritted his teeth with growingly ferocious force.
"It was your fault it ended the way that it did! You shot first, and asked questions never!"
"Ah, stop getting your panties in a twist- it ended well enough anyways. Getting rid of the bodies was the hardest part. Or was it the clean up? Can't say, you two had that all handled."
"The father's struggling was the most irking to me. The screaming from the whole lot, however, nearly got us caught, so maybe that was the most worrying bit of it to me."
"I can still hear the cries of the children like it was yesterday-"
And with that line having been crossed, Calot burst forth from his hiding place, sizzling two of the three corrupt cops to nothing but a burning memory upon the pavement before grabbing the third and final one by the collar, and slamming him down face first into the ground beneath him, sadistic satisfaction flooding his senses as he felt the crunch of several bones crackling beneath his grip.
"Relish in death's cold embrace, as it is a more than deserved mercy for scum like you."
Once more lifting the barely conscious cop's head from the pavement, Calot stared angrily into his eyes, his normally cold cutting gaze now one of a furious inferno, before slamming his head back down with a sense of finality, an explosion of red and white following, with a bit of blood landing itself upon the young man's cheek.
Getting up from his kneeling posture, Calot stared at the sight before him, sighing. He knew that were one nest of scum like these sat, a thousand more laid waiting in the wings for their time in the limelight.
So why get so connected to this particular case then? Why become so emotionally invested in something that was once simply meant to be payback for two idiots' insolence?
Feeling at his cheek, Calot realized the mess that he had made, and once having wiped the crimson smear away with his sleeve, the conflicted crossbreed began to make his way out of the warehouse, eyes reflecting the discordance now damning him from deep within.
"...I'm getting soft."
PL: 2,990
TWC: 2303
Quest Details: North City Blues (Hard)
A seemingly alarming number of police officers within the North City PD have become corrupt and like to steal evidence and money from crime scenes. Some, have even come across Ki Blasters and the power has gone to their head. Someone has to be leading them, you have been tasked with taking out these 'wannabe' officers and finding and taking out the leader, by arrest or by death. The choice is yours...
Rewards Rewards: ↓
Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:
+ 25% PL gains + 25% ƶ gains
Extra Info: ↓
N/A
Required: At least 2,100 words
