Leaving The Only Home Known (open)

It was a dark and stormy night in all of Germany as The Reaper of Verrückt was about a days walk away from the Verrückt Asylum having killed one more crazy killer. walking and reflecting upon the fact he has murdered so many people in the name of vengeance for the powerless. He starts thinking if it is even worth it saving anybody and starts considering turning fully bad and killing everyone.

"it would be so much easier" he says to himself.

he creeps in the shadows of the nearby forest as he sees a man violently carrying a struggling woman into the forest. changing directions towards them he comes out from the shadows saying to the man

" Are you feeling lucky me friend? because its your lucky day. Ill show you." pulling his pistol and knife and as the man runs away The Reaper pursues huntingly in the name of good sport.

When finally he lets the man escape and he is in a clearing in the forest and stands in the rain feeling and hearing it fall being in the moment of relative peace and serenity for him not quite knowing if there is anyone else in the rain watching him.

"Hunting men, its a boring sport because most just beg at the end" says a shadowed figure. "I know because I have personally hunted many for a price and found each one to be uniquely the same."

A man dressed like a 17th century pirate comes from out of the darkness and into sight. "So, what do they call you?".

It was raining in Rozmer's not so little world. Well it was raining in this world at least and he could not be more pleased. The rain over his motherland always brought him peace, clarity. It was a simple stupid little thing, but these were the sorts of things he loved the most. Even dressed to the nines as he was he did not mind the rain. If wet clothes were the worst problem he had to deal with today then he could count this as a good day. Then again, it made smoking somewhat of a chore.

Disappearing from the forest where he was currently walking he swiftly reappeared holding an umbrella. Raising it in the direction of the rain, he produced a slightly soggy pack of cigarettes from his his vest pocket. Holing that in the same hand as the umbrella he reached to his back pants pocket and produced a lighter. It took a few tries but eventually he got it lit and inhaled that sweet sweet cancer. Just in time too as he spied a rather unusual sight. A pirate it seemed was facing off against the grim reaper in the middle of a rainy German forest. Rozmer let out a smoky laugh staring at the two about to face off. He'd seen a lot of things in his days. This was not what he expected to run into today, in this universe. So, is there a con around here that I don't know about or did you just come straight out of a teenager's fever dreams? he asked in a rather sarcastic tone as he approached them. he just couldn't help himself.

The Reaper taking a slow time to turn and face each person with his cold deathly blue eyes he looked at each independently staying silent at first but eventually after determining who they were says to Roz.

"You really shouldn't smoke my friend it'll be the death of you"

then turning to the sailor speaking more jokingly and defiant than was to roz

"A little far from the seas or a bank for that matter aren't we?"

he then slowly is fading to the darkness as lightning and thunder sound with a few glaring shines off of some of his weapons.

He looks to roz still keeping his body towards the sailor

"You are a native of this country are you not?"

he says more seriously and menacing.

"Ok, what is going on? I follow this guy and now suddenly we are in a 3 way stand off?" the pirate backs away so he can see both figures. "I came here for a polite discussion and now it looks like we are fixing for a death match"
Dark holds the handle of his blade, ready to draw at a moments notice. "I don't mind the extra competition but we should at least exchange names before we spill blood, it's common courtesy".

A moment ago Rozmer was certain he was going to witness a death match, now they were exchanging pleasantries. What the hell was going on? Smoking kills does it? Rozmer snarked back at the man trying way to hard to be terrifying. Thank you, no one has ever informed me of that before. The sarcasm was dripping from his words. What were these people even doing?

Then the grim reaper wannabe ask Rozmer about his heritage. It was no secret that Rozmer was german. He was proud of his heritage and his appearance was a dead give away. The Nazi's would hive loved him, the tall blonde haired man that he was. Still the comment was thrown at him as some sort of...threat? He couldn't be sure, there was menace in his voice but what was he trying to threaten with his race? He was baffled. Almost as much as by the pirate standing to his left.

So three's a crowd for you Jolly Roger? It took another deep puff off of his cigarette making sure to blow the smoke forcefully in the reaper's direction. I wouldn't worry to much about it. I was just gonna watch you girls do whatever it was you were planning to do. Sarcasm was his default setting, especially in a situation so mindbogglingly strange for this reality. But if you're looking for a fight I suppose I could oblige.

The Reaper noting both mens responses and laughs quietly but menacingly.  fading to the shadows and asking roz

"You wish for those to be the words on your grave stone yes?"

The Reaper stealthily is moving towards The Sailor his voice does not give away his location until he is a decent distance behind the sailor as he says quietly to the sailor so roz doesnt hear

"Nice Blade... James. we have more important issues wouldnt you agree? you want to talk? lets talk."

he then jumps over him landing between them  a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other yelling in contiunation to both men instead. "Until then i want to know what you want?" saying the smoking man
he stands awaiting a move from either men having relative plans for any action.

his insanity feels as though it may be kicking up and push him to act in rash ways anytime soon as the lightning flashes near by as the rain still remains pouring. he paces around impatiently flipping the sword around the whites of his teeth can be seen as his blue eyes light up a little brighter as his insanity wants a fight but his smart side knows its not wise at this point which side wins  is unsure.

Jacket had always made it a point of keeping in mind that traveling was a fucking nightmare when it came down to it. The trip to Japan had been alright, despite being caught off-guard by Shifter's sudden departure, he'd still manage to find a lot of food that he enjoyed over there. To his pleasant surprise, they had plenty of Western restaurants to pick and choose from, marvel of fast food chains he figured.

But this was different. This was Germany. And almost everything tasted awful. Sauerkraut. Bratwurst. And those were their most popular foods, he couldn't risk trying anything else after those two assaults on his tastebuds. The only thing he actually liked was the beer. He'd been subsisting off of sandwiches he had packed for himself, and he was just about fresh out with his ravenous appetite.

So why was he here?

...He couldn't actually remember. No, Jacket was far too busy staring at the most incredibly vivid encounter he's happened upon in the history of ever. A pirate, some weird shadow-guy with a cringe-worthy amount of aggression, and a...bartender? The rain tapping at his costume (which had plenty of dried splotches of blood on it that were definitely not coming out anytime soon) didn't even register at the sheer...he didn't even know what adjective to use.

Weird. There we go. Weird. This was fucking weird.

"...I...haven't even smoked pipe today..." He quietly whispered to himself, just watching the three from afar as he shuffled under a tree.

Perhaps now was a good time to start. Rain? Fuck the rain, shit was going down and his mind needed some expanding to take it all in. He took out his long-stemmed, cherry wood pipe, packing with a bit of green and fiddling with a match to get it going. One strike. Two. A third. A few more later, and the flame finally took. Putting it into the bowl, brought the tip to his mouth (but with the mask on, it looked like he was actually eating a good portion of the pipe), and took an uneasy drag, the embers giving off a soft glow in the dark downpour of the night. It was pleasant enough that he actually ended up forgetting where he got the pipe, and why he had it with him. But it wouldn't have matter. His questioning was invalid.

Pirate. Bartender. Crazy guy. His questions were invalid.

So what're you looking at now Rozmer? he pondered to himself, putting one hand in his pocket while the other still clung to the umbrella. The cigarette in his mouth hung loose, smoking itself a thin stream through the dreary night. Before him, the man in a grim reaper costume flipped from behind the sailor, landing with his weapons outstretched. Rozmer chuckled as he watched the admittedly impressive display of athleticism and agility. Well you're just a spunky little fucker aren't you? he laughed through his cigarette at the man. This guy, Rozmer just couldn't figure him out. What kind of person, especially in this kind of world picks a fight with two random strangers? He's a madman, that's the only explanation. It had to be the case. He was dressed like the grim reaper making idle threats and brandishing weapons for no reason seemingly other than he could.

What do I want? Rozmer questioned then inhaling deeply of his cigarette. The ashes built up quickly at the end. Giving it a flick with his tongue they broke and away, scattering into the wind and rain. I want to know where exactly you get off threatening to strangers in the woods? At a calm pace he began to approach the demented man. Does it make you feel tough, important, brave? No this is probably just how you get your kicks. Now no less than a few feet in front of the man, he'd lean in slightly making sure to keep the umbrella positioned in the direction of the rain. A word of advice friend. Threatening random strangers when there are people who could melt your face off with a thought is probably more hazardous to your health than these. With that he'd pluck the cigarette butt from his mouth and flick it in the direction of the man's face.

The Reaper would let the smoke hit him in the face slightly burning saying in a monotone and not so serious voice

"ow"

he then would step back a few feet pause and look at the very germanic man laugh and smile a bit and walk a while further.

"what is your name friend?"

he asks him then moving two throwing knives slightly more outward then their initial resting place barely able to see the light of the man in the trees quite a ways away not quite knowing what to think of it but better be safe then sorry he thought to himself not yet giving the germanic man a chance to answer he throws two throwing knives both of which missed the man on purpose one hitting a tree just behind him and the other passing by him in an upward direction then flying and purposefully missing the man in the trees so as to say The Reaper knows he is there he then smiles at the germanic man

"i dont wanna start a fight yet."

his insanity slightly toning down for this second. he puts his weapons away for now to find himself standing in the middle of the clearing enjoying the rain.

"you and the pirate here and possibly who ever the guy in the tree is interest me."

he says in a persuasive tone.

"what if instead of fighting i wanted to join together?"

he looks him in the eye from where he stands.

"what if i wanted to make us into a great team?"

"Fuckin' shit!" Jacket fell on his ass at the knife whizzing past. Oh no, he didn't care how high he was, or should be, he wasn't having any of that shit. "Hey, dickbag! Fuck you! I don't give a shit if you're a hallucination, you can't just throw knives at whoever the fuck, you stupid shit, fuck!"

Thankfully, the pipe was still in his hand, and he wasn't planning on attacking his hallucinations and looking like more of an idiot in public, so he just took another drag at pipe. It lit up in response, glowing brighter in the penumbra of the night, and its current downpour. It didn't seem like the pirate hallucination was doing much, how saddening. He didn't even have a parrot. Really dropped the ball there, brain. 'Course, the barkeep over there was...well no, he did flick a cigarette in that guy's face. Pretty bold more, bartenders are usually pretty bold. Jacket nodded a little, taking another blissful drag, embers sprouting up from their ashen remains, much like phoenixes of old. He watched the little lights dance here and there, twirling around each other before they died, his gaze rolling back to the tension up ahead.

Yeeeeeeaaaaaa so this guy is crazier than a bag of cats Rozmer thought, staring in bewilderment at the cloaked figure in front of him. Everything about him screamed, I'm just trying to be crazy. Then again he was achieving it, refusing to even acknowledge most of the things Rozmer had said as he backed away, shifting his hand. Two throwing knives lay beneath his coat and with a flick of his wrist they went flying. The first one buzzed over Rozmer's head a good distance away. The other flung wildly into a nearby tree and to his surprise the tree respond. Someone else it seemed was there and...hallucinating? The man in the tree had a mouth on him, flinging curses wantonly. He liked the man immediately. And yet he could not socialize with him, not yet anyway. First he had to deal with the reaper.

By the time he lowered his weapons, Rozmer had just about enough of this man. Practically laughing in the man's face he spoke. Oh okay I see how it is. You talk a big game, brandishing your weapons in my face, but when I'm not intimidated and approach you, get in your face and call you out, you immediately back off. This guy was unbelievable, asking them to be "a team". Of course it was a ruse. He was a sad scared little man who wanted the world to fall at his feet because he was just such a "badass". You're nothing but a coward.

Rozmer was ready to leave his presence. He'd had quite enough of his strange behavior. Plus, he had caught a whiff of a certain burning herb that made him all the more want to speak with the man in the tree. Straightening himself Rozmer returned the man's gaze. Well I can't honestly say its been fun Grim but I think it's time for me to make my exit. Twirling the umbrella in his hands, he would disappear only to reappear next to the man in the tree. Nice pipe he'd say, placing a hand on his shoulder. Instantaneously Rozmer and the man with the pipe would appear in an alley inside Amsterdam's Red Light District. Name's Rozmer he'd introduce to the man, outstretching his hand. Staring at the man's mask and jacket (bloodstains and all) he was intrigued, certainly wanting to find out what his deal was. You look like you know how to party.

The reaper would then at this sight and the mans words follow in silence and from the shadows the forest had to offer until he caught a slight glimpse of him with the man from the tree he would then go a fair distance away picking up a sniper rifle with a silencer on it he had left there earlier before these 'men' showed up thinking to himself about the mans remarks how would he be able to know and judge me and even thinking he may have even convinced himself he wanted a team up but now not so much aiming his sights at the german mans hand with the umbrella in it he would be sure to steady the aim and recoil effects slow his breathing look down the scope and fire one bullet at his hand and proceed to then double tap shoot then hide in the darkness and using the forest and her elements to cloak himself as the rain begins to slow down a small bit but the lightning continues. The reaper would before this have place small c4 charges in the trees surrounding his snipers post having made a semi realistic looking cloaked "body". watching at a safe distance but where he could still hear and see all.