What's The Point, In Making Sense? (Open For All. M for possible Gore and Language)

Amidst the chaos that enveloped the neighborhood a humble pink Punch Buggy strolled through the quaint town disturbing and kicking up cocoa powder that had settled on the streets. Soft tapping sounds were made as the candy dinged off of the flanks of the vehicle, and from within it the voice of a southern Texan male with a bit of a rasp and a lot of articulation grumbled, In 500 meters turn right on Marington Grove Court then your destination will be on the right. The little bug would make the the right turn as instructed by the Texan while going five under the speed  limit then it would stop, seemingly just in the middle of the road. The voice then said, You have reached your final destination. For a moment there was no movement.

After about a half of a minute the sunroof of the Bug was kicked off and a plume of smoke escaped from its depths. Along with the smoke,  a pinkette with hair as bright and vibrant as her car's paintjob came out of the sun roof.I see. Guess there's still some work to be done on the madness navi system. There isn't a kishin egg in sight, and as charming as the voice may be, the teacher switched to imitation of the gps's voice 'You have reached yer fiiinul destination,' is creepy. Professor Thomis would reach into the car and retrieve her thick blanket. If I can manage to fix this one maybe I'll try and figure out how to change that setting. She looked around at all of the chaos around her and the smile that usually graced her face slowly faded to more of a sullen look. Even through closed eyes, it was apparent to her that the being that caused all of this destruction couldn't have been a kishin egg. If not for the layers of webbing that she surrounded herself with she was confident that she would have been able to feel the madness radiating off of this place.

I probably should... No I will wait. The voices of hallucinating children and parents deprived of the ability to help them made the teacher grit her teeth causing an audible grinding sound. Erika tightly gripped the metal beneath her hand accidentally bending it out of shape from anger as she used it to lift herself out of the car. After the smoke stopped billowing from the navigational system she could see further down a perpendicular street was a young, curvy, pig-tailed girl whose vibrant color scheme rivaled, if not out did, her own. Erika sighed, It looks like my wonderful vacation is over, and I am back on the clock. Oh well, what can you do?

The figure down the street was the only one that Erika had seen consuming candy that looked to have their wits about them, so possibly if she got it out of the way then the madness would stop. Erika would tug at a string from her blanket, which she had snugly draped over her shoulders, shrinking it to five sixths of its original size. The string rapidly propelled out of the blanket and coalesced into the shape of a long sword. It was of a shape that she had stolen from a DWMA weapon that she had trained, and with a simple whip of her hand the blade separated into six segments as the blade extended into a long whip-sword all connected by a single transparent thread. The tip of the whip sword, the only part that could reach Zera, whistled through the air the entire way there. After the swing was finished the sword would attempt to bunch back together.

((OOC: For reference, after every third post of Zera's and a parent hasn't been freed, then one parent will die. There are 16 parents in total.))

Boredom was a driving force more powerful than any other, one that drove people to finding and following that which was truly fun to them. Most enjoyed mundane things, doing their hobbies, to some doing their job was fun enough, and for some none of that would suffice. Some needed to do things more active, more extreme than the ordinary population; risking their lives by doing things others may consider mad. Then there were crazy people, who were the kinds to become Kishin Eggs, and the kinds to follow those that were truly mad, those that could spread their madness across the world, those that could spread it themselves, and those that killed for kicks, and watched killing to alleviate their boredom.

Having lost Zera the Clown sometime after attacking a cruise liner, Drake spent his time wondering in the general direction of any place reported to have had been hit by a colourful individual, who would use candy as their choice of weapon. Now he had finally caught up, ending up in a place where the contrasting wailing and laughing of children and the woes of the children's parents could be heard off in the distance, and where the streets were candy and trees were chocolate and grew gummy leaves.

From the opposite side of the street as the Academy teacher, Drake approached the Candy Clown from the back, taking in the sight of the various bloodied children, and also ones screaming their heads off. His grin now evident to all who would look his way, he stopped some way behind the clown, and called out to her. "Hey, Zera, are you going to kill these people?" The question was asked in a way that only a killer could ask it in, indifferent about the lives and more looking to take wonderful the plunder from their bodies: "Will you need the souls for anything?"

Something oppressive seemed to cloud the thoughts of all those around, the land almost seemed darker-like the color was being pulled Away. Voices clamored on the edge of thought. Shadowy tendrils floated up from the ground like some great, yet at the same time cold, fire was burning beneath the ground.

Each step Nebun took down the Street seemed to corrupt the ground beneath it, cracking the asphalt and allowing black blood to sputter up from the ground in his wake. The madness of this place drew him in like crawling things to a decaying corpse.
When his pallid lips drew up into a smile, it seemed far too wide for a person whose eyes were so cold.

"This place is like some dreamscape to me, yet I myself can make it far more beautiful. Red is my medium after all."

"Oh, my, how well you treat me." Drake said, in response to being given the go ahead on some of the souls of parents. Drake followed Zera's lead in the dance, completely of his own will, throwing his little bombs straight for the parents heads during the dance, careful to hit only the parents and not the children. "As long as the Kishin Eggs don't do anything to bother me, I'll be perfectly fine with them being around the place. As for the plans, I will most certainly help as best I can. It sounds like a lot of fun!" He exclaimed, throwing the last of his bombs as he was dipped backwards, at the last of the parents who were alive with his left hand, which moved around to rest on Zera's back.

Then, this sweet moment was made somewhat more sour for Drake, when he felt a familiar presence, a madness he hadn't felt since he was forced to deliver 100 souls from Death City. He didn't mind the killing so much, but the fact that his precious satchel, the one which he had through most of his first 160 odd kills, was stolen away, along with the aforementioned souls, making him get a new one. Then, the sour moment was turned back into a sweet one, when Zera kissed Drake; the Kishin Egg was not aware that even the Candy Clown's tongue was flavoured, though it was certainly a very pleasant surprise, and perhaps was quite obvious, when the entire clown was made of candy. He so wanted to impolitely ask Nebun where his satchel was, but was smart enough to know that that sort of thing would only end in his demise. Rather, he stood by Zera's side, silently.

"All Kishin Egg academy?" He chortled. "I'm afraid I've already been there and done that, and very little good ever came of the arrangement. " With a shredding of flesh, Nebun's fingers were overtaken by claws; long kukri blades which for a long time, had been Nebun's signature fighting style.
"I hate to say it, but I have a few demands for you, and unless they're met, I may have to re-purpose those lovely bodies of yours." He said with a sick twist to his mouth. Shambling in from between the neighborhood buildings, skeletons held together with black blooded veins moved as though to provide an example of what exactly they might be re-purposed into.
"Care to hear my...proposition? You might not find it quite so foreboding as I make it out to be."

Drake enthusiastically nodded away as Zera spoke, agreeing with the prospect of being made into a Kishin, thoroughly. He definitely didn't miss any of the sounds coming from Nebun and his body, however, and certainly turned to make sure he wasn't about to become some kind of Draken sushi. Though he wasn't a fish. Then, upon hearing that Nebun had demands, Drake sighed. "This is the second fuckin' time..." He mumbled under his breath, shaking his head from side to side. Seeing the way that Zera handled the situation both impressed and worried Drake, since the Kishin, at least in Drake's mind, probably couldn't be expected to play around.

ooc: Is Crow's nest coming back at any point?

((OOC: Possibly but we made a deal that if somebody didn't post we could ignore them in the post order till there back.))

OOC: I am so sorry for my lateness! I got the flu and barely moved for a days.

Nebun seemed to suppress a giggle when the skeletons were encased in rock candy.
"I just need you to let the good Lord Death know I'm coming for him. Tell him Nebun is back on the offensive, and he'd better keep his students out of my way if he doesn't want another full kishin to add to the chaos."

The black blood which had been clinging to the bones now seemed to be eating it's way through the rock candy, steam rolling off as though it were melting through, eventually freeing the corpses.
"Oh, and while you're in town, I'd really like one hundred and ten souls. It should really drive my point home, and it helps me out with some other projects of mine." He said, giving them a false smile, as though procuring so many souls would be easy.

Drake didn't know that the bond worked like this, and was surprised for just a moment, though the more pressing matter of getting the hell out of dodge. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, before turning tail and running in the opposite direction. He would have preferred to do as Nebun said and do without the running, though it wasn't his choice.

As he ran, it became clear why it was the land had seemed so much darker. Massive walls, similar to those which had blocked off shanghai from the outside world, now surrounded the neighborhood, rising up and curving in, but not quite meeting at the top, allowing sunlight to still reach in. As it became clear Drake wasn't going anywhere, Nebun chuckled to himself "Actually, I'm quite sure at least one of you will follow my orders, and you'll do it quickly too, or I'll tear you limb from limb with the black blood underneath your feet."
His wavelength flared, making it clear that his own soul was many times larger than the neighborhood they now stood in, and many times larger than the town that this neighborhood was in on top of that.
"There is no reason you yourself shouldn't also benefit though. Simply collect more souls than I ask for, and you can keep what remains."

ooc: Sov, make notice of the attacks being aimed at Nebun, please; even if he has not been struck, for whatever reason, please at least state a response.

Velv: Within the confines of the afflicted neighborhood, Zera's Candy Power can be used.... unless ya know ya wanna shoot through the whole in the black blood dome's roof. Have at it.

Arc: Good luck, Drake.

((OOC: Thanks Lani.))

Upon being lifted into the air, Drake knew straight away that dear ol' Zera had a plan. He crouched low on the platform, so as to not fall off, before the walls closed in. This whole thing made Drake grin and laugh, since it was such a cool way to get away from Nebun; it was made all the better by the right space Zera and Drake occupied, right up until Drake answered her question: "Of course!"

ooc: Well crap, I forgot all about her attacking me. Woops.

The Candy, once hardened, seemed to pass through Nebun's body like it wasn't even there, affording him enough time to see her about to launch.
With a shuddering crunch, the black blood seemed to grow over top the candy seal, incorporating it into the structure and cutting off their avenue of escape.
"Surely you don't want to leave? Not when I've been so generous."
He launched his arm up, claw hand outstretched. With a tearing of flesh, the grey muscle of his arm pushed ever upwards until he grabbed onto her leg, tightening like a vice.
"Stay with me awhile longer."

((OOC: You do realize that grabbing her leg through rock candy as tough as black blood should still be a pit difficult right?))

OOC:Have a look at Nebun's ability table; It's linked in my signature. He has 3 separate ways of getting through with relative ease, including dark soul resonance, crimson blade, or his smoke ability. If you'd prefer, I could attack using something else? I don't mind terribly much.

((OOC: Alrighty then))

Y'know Zera, we could have gotten a lot more souls than 110 at this point. Drake thought to Zera as the candy rocket warped around him. He didn't much mind what shape it was, long as it had a chair to sit on. So, he sat there in the dark, tapping his foot, waiting for Zera to get back, or to answer him.

OOC: Short filler post.

"Please, chivalry is dead." He said, arming snapping back to it's former place with a wet scrunch. The road, as she had guessed, was more or less too hazardous to come near, black blood bubbling and oozing across the service. Suddenly, with a hum that shook the bones and rattled the teeth, massive black blood spikes erupted from the ceiling, 3 in all, tips an angry red glow that bespoke crimson resonance. They began rocketing, not for Zera though, but for Drake. If even one hit, the entire rocket would be pulverized. Ripples along the dome bespoke many more would launch as well. While this was happening, Nebun took the opportunity to launch himself at Zera. As his madness infected those around, he appeared to her as though he had split into 5 Nebuns each coming at her from another direction, claw hands outstretched.
"It's not often I take the time to use more than one ability at a time, but you're a special case. You should take it as a compliment."