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[mintroyalcowboy]

Who: mintroyalcowboy and skullfucku for sure, potential for more :D Yes this means open
Where: Residential Sector, Youma!Pip is rather all over the place.
When: Tuesday, afternoon to early evening
Rating: Pg-13, potential to go higher depending on cursing and violence
Summary: The youma is getting restless, but the cover was close to being blown--no better way to fix it

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[skullfucku]

Jan was getting adjusted in his own way. He had been scavenging the city and collected enough ammunition to fill up the one gun that came with him, and was starting to think about how he was going to get his hands in another. That.. and he was falling in and out of consciousness since the day he arrived. Maybe 'ol Magic's blood had a different effect on him. Who knew. Suddenly a ripped off fucking arm was sounding pretty good.

Didn't help that he was hungry again. Sleeping a lot did that to a guy.

He was walking down the residential district, looking for a bite. Maybe that skanky ass vampiric police officer bitch was around.

[mintroyalcowboy]

Turning a corner, the cheek splitting grin grew even wider. He had started to become worried he may have to take another innocent that came with all the risks, but there was the target walking his way. Perfect.

Schooling his features into something more neutral and a little less psychotic, Pip started walking. Regardless of what dangers this man presented would be easily matched by his own abilities. His plan, was to pass him, and attack from behind--though if Jan made the first move he wouldn't complain. Self defense was always a good excuse for hurting someone.

[skullfucku]

Jan looked up down the street... though he saw the frenchman in the hat, the freak didn't think much of it at first.. normally he wouldn't have gone straight for him... except for the fact that the street was clearing and there was an alley way right there.

Pip was close and Jan made the first move, grabbing him and throwing the man straight over down the alley, moving after him and pulling his gun out.

[mintroyalcowboy]

The attack, while expected to a degree know what this man was from all his host had heard from the Hellsing head, did catch him off guard. He hit the ground hard, and decided to stay there for just a moment.

He caught sight of the gun just outside his vision and nearly had to laugh. That gun was hardly a threat. "Is zhat really all you've got?" He choked out around a few low snickers, the accent was all for show at this point.

He could change now, could reveal the claws and teeth that lay beneath this pitiful human skin--but he'd wait. He was hungry but it was more fun to play with your food first.