Fire and lightning. (Jeisen)

Stepping out into the morning sunlight after his shift at the club, Michael let out a content sigh. Although the job was demeaning, both to himself and the women he was forced to pretend to be into, the money he had made from tips tonight would help him pay for a hotel room, and score some new clothes. His boss had also floated him an advance on his first paycheck, since clothes were essential to his job, he would need to spend a bit more than he had in the past. Blinking wearily as he stepped into the morning sunlight, how early it actually was, and how long he had been awake, finally hit him. As a child growing up in a church, staying up all night had never really been a thing for him. He had very strict rules on curfew and getting up, and he very rarely broke those rules. As he thought on that, something else dawned on him. He was sixteen years old and had just spent all night hosting women up to their late 20's and early 30's, what were the child labor laws in England like that he could get away with that? Then again, those laws probably only applied to human children. Not half demon hybrids and metas, which seemed to be the very same to most 'normal people'. Just as he thought he had finally escaped work, and could head to a decent hotel and get a few hours of shut eye, a shrill, loud, obnoxious voice hit his ears.

"Miiiiiiiicccccchhhhaaaeeeell! Michael sweetie, wait up!"

That would be the voice of his boss, Miss Cecil. Also known as Black Widow, she was a meta human well known for being able to poison people through mere skin contact, her preferred method being what she lovingly called 'the kiss of death'. That was probably why the man host she employed, both male and female, meta and human, felt so safe working for her. A youngish woman, only pushing 32, she had beautiful, dark red hair, and stunning emerald eyes. Average height for a woman, around 5'4, and an athletic build, she was a piece of affection for many men. Even Michael might have been into her if he had been a bit older, or her a bit younger.

"Michael dear! You did so well tonight, I mean that, women are already booking repeat sessions with you. The whole fangs thing is in right now, bless Twilight for that. Plus, your tail really draws in some of the more...interesting clientele we have."

Michael deadpanned when he realized he had just been compared to one of the pretty boys from the god awful vampire movie he had been forced to watch in English class. Still though, he half forced a genuine smile. His boss had complimented his work, even if all she had really done was be thankful that he looked abnormal.

"Thank you Miss Cecil, and thank you for the advance, it will really help me get a life started here in London."

The woman giggled at the young boy, ruffling his hair as she caught up to him.

"Oh so polite, you really were raised in a church weren't you? Anyway, the other host and I all agree, you need a nick name. All the other meta host have one, it helps keep their privacy, which is something us lot have to worry about more than normal humans. We're so interesting to them, after all. So, we were spitballin' a bit while you were on break and I think we got one. Would you like to hear it?"

"Uhm, I suppose."

Michael responded, sticking his hands in the pocket of his suit pants as he waited to hear the name.

"Okay, so, you told us all you have the power of fire. On top of that you have a tail, and very, well let's be honest dear, cat like ears. Because of that we came up with.....Entei! Isn't it just lovely, it sounds so noble and strong! I think the ladies will really love it."

Another deadpan, this time with an added eye twitch. That was the best these people could come up with? Entei? Though it meant Flame Emperor in Japanese, it was easily going to be associated the child's card game, Tv show, and video game, Pokemon.

"R-really? Entei? Like the pokemon? Do..do I have a choice?"

"Well sure you do, but, I worked really hard on that name, so if you don't use it, I'll be sad."

Michael sighed again, being the good guy really sucked. Why couldn't he be some sociopath who didn't care about anyone else? Maybe even have some kind of lightning based power, that would be cool. Either way, the woman knew she had woman, and instantly brightened up.

"Great! Entei it is! See you at work tonight, ciiiiao <3"

As she walked away, Michael turned on his own heels and began to head deeper into London, looking for the cheapest hotel he could find. He longed for the warmth and comfort of a bed, something he hadn't had in a good while. Hopefully nothing stopped him, like some meta falling out of the sky from a bolt of lightning, that would be crazy.

That WOULD be crazy. Specially in london on a cloudless day. Like how often is there even a cloudless day in england? Obliviously the one morning that Jeisen gets pulled out of the sky by a large metal source. He always had the worst of luck when it came to traveling.

A bolt of lightning traveled across the morning sky, followed by no thunder. Unusual and impossible as the bolt appeared to be snaking its way across the sky. Most humans would blink and miss it entirely, but it was Jeisen in his lightning form. He had relativly no control in this form as he flash pointed to a long distance location. Half the time he didn't even know where the hell he ended up, one time getting caught up in a lightning storm and got himself so tangled up he swore his hands were on the wrong arms.

Today though, a metal lightning rod was to great of a pull for him and yanked him right out of the sky. Jeisen crashed into it, slightly stunned as he hit the pull. A huge lightning bolt fell from the sky and into the rod, causing sparks to fly. He dropped into his human form, clinging to the pull in a dazed haze. The rod bent though and Jeisen fell off of the apartment building amd into an alleyway. He laid there for a second, groaing to himself

"I am going to kill Ben Franklin (inventor of the lightning rod) so help me...."

Jeisen shook it off though and stood up, dusting himself off. He was just wearing normal human street cloths with two black armbands, one on each wrist, and a green back pack. He hurried out of the alleyway before someone came looking. Things like that always caused him trouble

Walking through back alleys, Michael, now Entei, wrinkled his nose in disgust. A strong smell had just hit him, one that he could not pinpoint. The closest thing he could put it to was the exhaust from a car suddenly filling his senses. That was when it hit him, thunder. The thunderstorms he had experienced on his way to England had smelled very much the same, but there was one problem. No clouds. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was shining very brightly. Out of his peripheral he caught sight of it, if only for a moment. A single lightning bolt was shooting across the sky, as if someone was driving it, as odd as that sounds. His body moving out of pure reflex, he took off towards the direction of the Lightning, sure that whatever it was had to be a stray meta or something.

"I am going to kill Ben Franklin, so help me..."

Entei's ears perked up as he heard the male voice, it sounded about a block away, maybe a bit less. Not only that, the strong smell of burning Ozone was still lingering strongly from the direction of the sound. Pulling the sheath of his blade from it's blue cloth covering, he rounded a corner, heading down a back alley. The sword swung in rhythm with Michael, locked away in it's wooden covering. He had almost considered drawing it, but, it was far too early for him to be firing off fire and waking up half of London. As he came down another alley, he saw a man, brown hair, average build, normal street clothes. The most odd things about him were the green backpack, and black wristbands he wore.

"I didn't realize those wristbands were back in fashion, or maybe you just know something I don't?"

He said aloud to the man.

Jeisen hurried along the alleyway almost out of it when he heard someone coming down the other end. Jeisen tucked his hands into his pockets and just tried to fake being normal for a bit. This guy would just think he is some punk or something.

"I didn't realize those wristbands were back in fashion, or maybe you just know something I don't?"

At that comment though, Jeisen paused in his step and looked over his shoulder to get a better look at the man.

"Eh its just from some concert I went to last... What the shit?? Why the hell do you have a sword??"

Jeisen quickly backed up at the sight of the sword. What the hell?? Why the hell did the man have a sword out like that? Judging from how well he wielded it too, he knew how to use it. Jeisen's mind began to go a million directions at once as he tried to think just who the hell this was. Some sort of meta that was obvious. Normal humans didn't carry around swords in london... unless there was an anime convention? Bah, nah those guys didn't get up before noon. Jeisen lifted up his hands to show he wasn't carrying anything

"Whoa there mate, I don't really have cash on me. Maybe you accept some bitcoins?"

Jeisen was just trying to buy time as he thought about the best way out of this. He had four plans ready when... a blue spark rolled across his chest. Clear electricity, signifying him as a metahuman. Fuck.

Jeisen watched the spark then looked up at the man, relaxing his muscles reflexivly. Tensed up muscles only slow you down. Jeisen dropped the fear act, just silently staring at the man for a couple seconds. Then he rounded the corner and took off at damn near top speed to try and get away from this guy. He broke out into 100 mph in just a few quick strides.

"Oh this motherfucker!"

Entei said as he took off after the meta, pulling his sword from it's sheath. Blue fire rolled over his body, covering him in a thin, hot cloak of demonic flames. His blue horns returned, his pupils began to dye themselves red, his ears and canines elongated, becoming much more feral. Until they came to the corner, Michael was able to keep up with the meta, that was, until he showed his real speed. He accelerated quickly, much more quickly than Michael thought was possible even for a meta. Stopping in his tracks, Michael stared for a second with his mouth half agape. How in the hell was he going to catch someone who could move that fast?

"Woah Mister, are you okay?!"

A voice rang out from Michael's left side. It was a man on a motorcycle, which caused a very wicked, cruel grin to come onto the half demon's face. This wasn't any motorcycle after all, it was a Dodge Tomahawk. The Motorcycle was a ferocious beast, pumping out over five hundred horse power at 5,600 RPMs. Capable of reaching speeds of three hundred and fifty miles per hour, this was the fastest commercial motorcycle available, and incredibly rare.

"A little better now, I'll be borrowing your motorcycle."

As Michael spoke, he moved towards the man, raising his sword to the man's throat. Naturally the man quickly got off, leaving the blazing demon to straddle the motorcycle, and prepare to take off after the meta. Luckily for Michael, and unluckily for the punk running away from him, they were on a very long straight away. Which mean, especially this early in the morning, it would be no problem for Michael to quickly accelerate to speeds over two hundred miles an hour. Placing his left hand on the the steering column, an even more wicked grin spread over his face. The man he stole this from was apparently left handed, as the throttle was on the left side, versus the right. The meant that Michael could drive this thing one handed, while also wielding his sword in his dominant, more powerful hand.

"I got you now fuck face."

Revving the engine a bit, he quickly took off after the meta, reaching speeds of 150mph in under 10 seconds. The gap between the two of them was quickly shortening, and when it was small enough, Michael leaned the bike towards the meta, slashing out at his hamstrings with the now flaming Kurikara blade.

"Sir, the swordsman is now on a vehicle and quickly approaching now. Also appears to be using quite a bit of profanities."

Nolan said from the blue tooth device Jeisen was wearing. It was a good way for Nolan to stay in contact while he wasn't wearing his armor.

"Thank you Nolan, tell me when he is right on top of me!"

Jeisen muttered as he put more power into his legs. He need to gain more distance before the man got to him. Maybe he could just duck down one of these side streets and try to hide away. He didn't know why the hell this guy was following him, but Jeisen needed to lose him fast. He feared it was some anti metahuman person come to track him down or something. Could never be to careful these days when running away from a guy with a sword.

"Ah, well that would be now. He found a motorcycle it seems. Incoming sword strike."

Ahhhh shit. Jeisen could hear the engine as it was practically on top of him. To late to duck out of the way, but he had other ideas anyways. Jeisen let more sparks fly for second as the sword slash came at his legs. Jeisen turned into electricity for a split second and the sword passed clean through him with ease. Jeisen could just imagine the look on the mans face as the sword met no resistance. Jeisen brought his hand up, one of his Reavers springing into it. For a split second, Jeisen held the gun level with the man's face  as he was on the bike. Jeisen hesitated though and couldn't pull the trigger. Instead he moved the gun and shot at the guys back tire before coming to a stop and making a sharp left down a street.

Jeisen wasn't about to let himself be caught, but he was no killer. Not that blowing out the guys tire was a very nice move, but it sure as hell beat a lazer shot to the face.

'Well, this is unfortunate.'

Michael thought to himself as he felt the motorcycle buck and lose control under him. Swinging one leg onto the seat, he propelled himself from the seat of the motorcycle into the air, blue flames following in a path behind him. He hit the ground rolling, and didn't stop rolling for a good ten, fifteen feet, he had lost track himself. All he knew was, he was now very grateful for his durable demon body at this very moment. Raising his pointer finger to the corner of his lip, he dabbed gently, revealing a small trickle of blood. Wiping it away with the back of his hand, he smiled at the man, though with his fangs and the large amount of fire surrounding him, it probably didn't look like a very friendly smile.

"You got some nice moves Meta, now, I'll give you one more chance to explain yourself, before I start shooting off fire at you. It's up to you, really."

"I dont have to explain shit now do I? I've done nothing wrong. I'm going to walk away from this, its up to you if you are."

Fire eh? Alright well that explained a little bit. This guy was a metahuman of some sort. Was he a government agent of some sort? Maybe Jeisen had stolen one to many devices. But then, how in the bloody hell did they manage to track him down so fast? Jeisen refused to belive that he had been tracked down for his actions, and that this was just a stubborn metahuman who was trying to attack him for some odd reason. Its like this guy held a grudge from across different universes or something. That though, would be a line of thought for another time. Right now, all Jeisen had to do was get the hell out of here alive.

"I am giving you one last warning..."

Jeisen backpack explodes out and the armor quickly attaches to his body. Jeisen spins the gun in his left hand as the armor takes over so he wouldn't get it caught on the transformation. It took less then a second for the armor to snap into place and come online. It was effecient to say the least. Jeisen placed one hand on the back of a lamp post and left a small mark on it outside of the swordsman view. He made it look natural as if he was just using ti to help him move. Jeisen started to circle around the man to the left as he drew out one of his knives.

"I don't want a fight, but I will defend myself... got it?"

Jeisen's voice sounded metalic as it came through his helm. Hopefully, Jeisen wouldn't have to push the armors capabilities just yet. He tightened his grip around his knife, keeping the gun trained on the man. Now its time to wait and see if he would attack

Well this was certainly interesting, not only was this guy incredibly fast, but he also had some neat toys. Nice, that would make this more fun. Spinning his sword casually, he followed the guys circular path, turning to the side to give him a smaller target. As his sword spun rhythmically with his steps, he began to go through some plans in his head. The man was tall, that was certain, and he was well built. Although muscle mass didn't mean much to a half demon, this man was also a meta, meaning it didn't mean much to him either.

"Giving me one last warning? Isn't that my line? You come out of nowhere, literally crashing down from the sky, and then take off as soon as someone speaks to you? Innocent people don't tend to run for no reason."

Flicking his sword down and stopping it's rotation with his palm, blue flames trail in front and around him, creating small patches of burning blue flames on the ground. Letting his sheath fall to the ground, before catching it with his foot, he kicked the wooden artifact into the air, before catching it at chest level, and sliding his sword inside. With the sword firmly into it's holder, the flames dissipate. His demonic features, while not fully gone, diminish a bit, allowing him to pass as a human if he actually tried. Well, besides the tail that still protruded from his back, which he used to lazily scratch at his left ear.

"You say you don't want a fight, then let's see you prove it."

Jeisen paused as he watched the man dowse his flames a bit. When he sheathed the sword the flames died out. So was that how it worked? Jeisen guessed that the fires were either produced by the sword or that the sword was merely a tool used to amplify control over them. An interesting aspect. He hesistated a second, gun still pointed at the man before flicking it back to him. The gun collapsed back into a wrist band though now a metalic black green that blended in with the hoodie. Jeisen brought one hand to his face and wiped back with it. The entire face mask collapsed back to underneath the hoodie. Some of the outside components collapsed back as well, Jeisen just looking like a normal guy wearing a green hoodie. He glared out warily out at the fire man in front of him.

"Innocent humans maybe. But even innocent metahumans should run when confronted with a person wielding a freakin sword. Too many people want to use us in experiments or as living weapons. You shouldn't be so naive."

Jeisen paused and looked over his shoulder. He could hear sirens in the distance. Someone must have called in the motorcycle crash. Hopefully that was all they had called in.

"come on, we should get out of here before the cops show up. Rather not get booked."

Jeisen had a few run ins with the law and it was never pleasant. Best get out of here before things got messy. He took off at a jogging pace down the street. He didn't know if the fire man would follow, but Nolan was on stand bye, watching him. Jeisen may not want a fight, but he sure as hell wasn't about to drop his guard.

Yawning, Michael followed behind Jeisen, sticking his sword back in the blue cloth that was slung over his back. Lifting up his shirt, his tail snaked under, wrapping around his upper body, before tightening flat against his chest. With his hands, he ruffled the side of his hair, covering up the pointed tips of his ears. As long as he didn't open his mouth and expose his enlarged canines, he would pass for a normal human, though he felt incredibly uncomfortable with his tail tucked under his shirt. As he walked, his ears perked up, the police sirens were getting fainter, and not only that, he smelled gun powder.

"Uhm...robot..brown haired guy...those sirens aren't heading for us."

Tilting his head up, his nose wrinkled and contorted as he sniffed the air. It was definitely gunpowder he was smelling, it was very faint, but he could tell it was coming from the direction the cops were heading. Tightening his hands into fist, he began to take off towards the direction of the smell. He may not have been as fast as the new guy, but he was fast enough to hopefully make it there in good time.

"Follow me if you want, or don't, but I'm going to help those cops."

Jeisen pauses as he stars at the back of the man. Now just who the hell was this guy and what was he doing? He could hear the sirens, but they weren't heading for them?

"Nolan, can you get the frequency for the police radio?"

Jeisen paused and put one hand up to his ear bluetooth device

"Yes I can, one moment. Linking you in sir"

The police chatter came in over a static. The cops system was so old that Jeisen couldnt even hack into it properly. The radio frequency was cluttered with a dozen other sources.

"We need back up, reinforcements at welks and Broad street. Now!"

The rest cut out, but Jeisen still heard what sounded like gun fire before he lost it. He stood there, debating with himself for a second then shook his head. He began to run after the fire sword to see if he could help. He began to mutter underneath his breath

"What the hell are you about to get your self into Jeisen? Last time you helped someone, you ended up stealing a plane to get to safety."

But he kept on running

Entei could hear the soft pattering of footsteps behind him as he jumped towards a wall, pushing off of it with one foot, and propelling himself over a couch someone had left in the back alley they were running down. Good, the robot was following him, he wouldn't have to do this on his own. Jumping in the air, he caught hold of a fire escape ladder, and pulled down with his weight. As the ladder began to fall from it's locked position, he swung forward, kicking off from another wall, and back onto the ladder, quickly scaling the metal protrusion to the top of the building.

From here, he could see what seemed like the entirety of London. From behind the sky line, which seemed to be blocked by thousands of building, Michael could see the ending of the sunrise, the yellow orb of light beginning it's final descent into morning. For a brief moment, Michael was lost in the sereneness of the view, but only for a moment. Gaining his bearings, he raised his nose into the air again, sniffing viciously at the air. The smell of gunpowder was stronger, meaning they were closer to the scene. But, something else caught his scent as well. It smelled of iron and death, a smell Michael had smelled only a few times in his life. Blood. And from the strength of the scent, quite a lot of it.

"Hmph. This actually sounds like something pretty serious."

Jeisen made a small motion and his suit came back on. It clicked on to him with barely a whisper. Inside of it, the suit came alive. Systems booted up, power cells started their charging and Nolan came fully online.

Nolan: "Sir, this appears to be an abnormal threat though right now it is difficult to tell what is going on. Police chatter isn't making sense on any known patterns while thermal readings are showing downed officers. Do be ready for something unpleasant."

Jeisen: "Thanks Nolan. Keep up survalience but switch to back monitors now. I'm coming online."

With that, Jeisen flicked his wrists as two guns came into his hands. God he loved programmable matter like this. Only understood about half of it, but it worked better then just about everything on earth. And all it took him was one little heist to make it his.

He crouched on the edge of the building next to fire blade guy. He still couldnt see exactly what was going on, but he was commited now. He looked over his shoulder and up at the kid next to him. They seemed roughly around the same age. If this guy was going to rush into a fight, might as well cover him for a bit. Jeisen looked back over the building and into the street before asking Entei.

"Whats your name? I'd hate to have to go into a fight without knowing at least that"

Entei stood with the edges of his feet hanging over the building, the wind whipping at his body, causing the suit jacket and tie he was wearing to bellow like sheets caught in the wind. He removed the blue cloth wrapping from his back, unhooking it, and letting the wind carry it away. As the cloth slowly flew, his sword was once again revealed, the dark blue sheath, with etchings of gold, and a handle lock of reflective silver. Raising one hand to the blue, cloth wrapped handle of the Kurakara blade, he let a faint smile come to his lips, turning his head to Jeisen, he tilted it to the side casually before answering.

"Me? You can call me Entei, son of Satan."

Quickly drawing the blade, he let himself fall foward, the flames of Gehenna once again pluming over his body. His demonic fire horns once again rose to life, sending trails of blue flame behind him as his body fell towards earth. His canines and ears grew, giving him the feral look of a true demon, and his tail burst into flames. To the early morning risers who just happened to look out their windows this morning, it looked like a blue ball of flaming energy was falling towards the earth, but those up close could see what they perceived to be the truth, a demon had just surfaced onto earth. As he landed, he crouched down quickly, the very earth cracking beneath the force of his fall, before he shot forward, flicking his sword behind him. His foot steps left behind fiery patches that quickly burned out as the source of their power left them. He was not very far away at this point, and he quickly made it to the scene of the crime, though, it was not exactly what he was suspecting.

Carnage. That was the best way he could describe the scene in front of him. At least a dozen dead police officers littered the area, their bodies mutilated and thrown around, no respect was shown for these corpses, some even hanging from street post. Though, for the amount of bodies, there was not much blood. A close inspection of the dead would show that the wounds were cauterized somehow, the only blood that spilled was from those unlucky enough to be left to bleed out. Police cars were flipped over, their lights still flashing, but the sirens seemingly gone from them. From a very far distance away, more police men were lined up, their guns aimed dead ahead, their expressions stern. It was very clear, however, that they were terrified. Entei could smell the sweat pouring from their brows, and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

And at the center of all of this? A brown haired man, who looked to be in his late teens, stood in front of City Hall. His clothes, a black leather jacket over a white T-shirt, and blue jeans, had spatters of blood on them, and his face seemed to be coated in a fine mist of it. He had a bored look on his face, and his hands were stuck into the pockets of his jacket, but an experienced fighter would easily be able to tell from his posture just how much he was enjoying this bloodshed.

"What the hell is going on.." Entei said out loud, to no one in peculiar.