I was thinking of the inconsistency of civilization.

[thepull_npc]

Who: Open to Party: Tag Yourself In!
When: Tuesday, October 16th, Around Noon
Where: Sector Six, Spencer’s Hunting Grounds
Summary: Arrested as a cover, Claudio has been taken back by The Hunter and put back into a human hunt. Legalized hunts happen often, and hunting slaves is considered okay if there is a paper trail. While Lawyers Edgeworth and

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[mademyhell]

[He'd attempted to follow Jinx, but had quickly found that to be fucking impossible. She was a hell of a lot faster than him when she wasn't pissed as hell and ready to take on the whole goddamn world. So he gave up and just tried to keep in roughly her direction. Who knew when things would go even more to shit, and he wanted to be able to try and help when it did.

So Trauma, was on his own and trying his damn hardest to track Claudio down....where ever the hell he'd gotten to in all this. It didn't help that he couldn't sense a thing from the guy. Sure, the one time it would have been fucking useful to have these goddamn powers and he couldn't even find-

Trauma stopped short hearing the scream, unable to tell the direction from the sound, but able to feel the panic like second nature tugging on the back of his mind-Wateralwayswaterblockingairstoppingfirehardtobreathe-and he started to move in that direction, wanting to try and figure out what the fuck just happened and to who.

Then, he felt something else. It wasn't as strong as the other and not as loud in his head but it was a hell of a lot closer...Like it was coming from...above him....

Fuck.

Trauma glared up into the trees, feeling himself tense as he realized what the fuck he was sensing. Someone who wasn't freaked out? Probably someone who was here for a reason other than being stuck here. He could sense, loud and clear, what he was. What he was afraid of. This fucking asshole. This was one of those people who'd signed up, to kill for fun. Or something close enough. Some stupid fucking game set up by someone who'd gotten really fucking enamored with a stupid fucking idea from lit class.]

...I know what you're afraid of.

[The color began to rush out of the area as Trauma let go and gave in to the tug in his mind, shape altering to match the picture and form he saw in his head.

And then, suddenly, in the where Trauma had been before was nothing as he disappeared up into the trees like he'd never existed at all.]

[thepull_npc]

[First, the man in the trap was still yelling, arms flailing. There were sparks, flames being shot off out of his hands, from his mouth. he yelled, catching the grasses around him on fire, the tree that he hung from was on fire. He needed to get down, and knew no one was going to help him do that. The area around him though? Set to fire.]

[The ninja? Oh yes, he was here for the fun of it. He was here because this was time off. A relaxing vacation. When you can't leave the island to go on vacation you left the office to do other things. If he didn't lave the office once in a while he would break someones neck one of these days.]

[This was vacation. This was fun. This was how he relaxed legally with out being caught and sent to prison for killing the needless riffraff that littered the city streets. Business man by day, ninja by night.]

[He started towards his new capture, pulling out a small vial of a clear substance. He would give it to the man, though he would have to duck around the fires...-- and then he realized, someone else was near...]

[His head tipped, looking at a figure, seeing the color of the area fade away, and then the figure was gone. his brows creased, eyes darkened as he scanned the area. Where the hell did...]

[mademyhell]

[Trauma didn't like to use his powers. He didn't like how they felt. He didn't like the urge he had to keep using and using until it was the only thing he saw. He didn't like that it was even a possible thought in his mind to keep going from fear to fear. He fucking hated it.

But that didn't mean he wasn't really fucking good at it.

And more importantly, that didn't mean he wouldn't.

When the man turned to look at the floor of the created hunter created forest Trauma found his way in front of the ninja, seeming to drop out of nowhere, his voice distorted, and wrong as he spoke.]

You're pathetic, Xie-Jin.

[thepull_npc]

[There was a startled sound from the ninja. Eyes wider behind the glass. How did he do that? He should have been able to follow his tracks, his movements and aura, but he felt nothing. In a blink, his hands whipped out a hand full of throwing daggers, jumping back out of the way, landing on the ground and throwing a few more hidden weapons. It was impossible for people to sneak up on him! How'd he do it!?]

[More upsetting was how this person knew his name...]

[The fire that the Pyromancer started was catching through the grasses in the area. The man was yelling still, calling to be taken down, to get away, and to die all at once. The fires were a distraction, the mans voice was annoying. He kept an eye on the person, if he could, not understanding what was going on. Spencer said no names. No one should know anyone's names!]

[He flung a hand full of senbon needles at the hanging pyromancer, intending to shut him up. This all happened in a few seconds, barely keeping in place]