-It was a normal day for this particular branch of The Friends Of Humanity. It was the same old same old. Hurt mutants. Do some paperwork. Chat like they aren't the scum of the earth... Then a 5'5 teenager crashed through the wall on a motorcycle with a tommy gun in his hand, giggling like a maniac.-

-Let's rewind a bit for context. Aizaru had heard about the branch of Friends Of Humanity and decided "none of that". He was thinking of how to do it... Then he landed on it. His perfect plan. He teleported into the Darkrealm and started searching.-

"QUERY. IS MOTOR VEHICLE NECESSARY?"

"Yes, DR. The motorcycle is absolutely necessary for my plan. Don't question it."

"DR?"

"That's your nickname now. Don't question it."

"QUERY-"

"That's a question, DR. Cut it out."

-He finishes working on the motorcycle and grins like a maniac. Can Umbra drive? No. Should he drive? No. Will he drive? Fuck yeah, he will.-

-That brings us to now, where he's crashed through the wall of the warehouse, hit a wheelie, and slammed the leader of the branch into the wall with his motorcycle before turning him into Swiss cheese.- "OH, HELL YES! I SHOULD DO THIS MORE!!!"

-He starts driving around, running over enemies, shooting them, throwing knives into them, and overall being a menace. After a few minutes, only one remains. He cowers away from Umbra in fear, begging for his life.- "P-please don't kill me! I-i'll do anything! Plea-" -He's cut off by his head being literally cut off.-

"Well, this has been fun." -The motorcycle disappears into the Darkrealm as Aizaru calmly walks out of the warehouse, fixing his gloves a bit.- "Hmh..."

(Ooc: Interactable for anyone.)

-Aizaru is lying in his bed in his room. Since he's gotten here, he's nabbed various things, just for fun. A few stolen things here and there probably won't hurt, right? So... He's taken posters, flowers, silverware, all that.-

-He leans back, grinning a bit.- "Man... This place is full of chumps..." -He thinks back to Colin and that annoyingly charming smile, and blushes slightly.- "Agh... Weirdly hot chumps... But still."

-He teleports over to his desk and starts tinkering with his mask, improving the breathing filter. Then when he's done with that part, he improves the camera on it.- "Hm... Armor done. Weapons next."

-He summons his daggers and starts sharpening them. Then he summons a few guns and starts modifying them to pack even more of a punch. After a bit, he summons a few explosives... And his mask. He already has one scar, he doesn't exactly want another.-

-He works for a few hours, then stands up, stretching.- "Alrighty...!" -He summons a Monster and chugs it. His door is slightly ajar.-

(Ooc: Open for Interaction. Wanted to make a chiller, more slice of life post.)

-Aizaru is out and about, patrolling, helping people, stopping crime, making criminals rethink their life choices by scaring and/or giving them permanent physical trauma. But he isn't killing, at least.-

-A lot of bad shit is going on. He can tell from all the broadcasts. Seemingly the Avengers are fractured? Iron Man is making (or trying to make) a surveillance state? He doesn't know, exactly. And he wants no part in it... But cameras would hinder his work... Though most cameras probably couldn't see him anyway, as he usually sticks to shadows. Still, though. It's all worrying. Aizaru doesn't have time to worry about all that, though.-

-His mask picks up a jewelry store robbery. The store is a big one, and so is the crew of criminals robbing it. He teleports there, sticking to the shadows at first and assessing the enemies. Shouldn't be tough. Though... They have hostages. And guys outside... Eh, he can get the hostages out easily.-

-He sighs, waving his hand, and the hostages are teleported out. One of the criminals shoots into the shadows where Aizaru is, narrowly missing him. Seems like they know him.- "Ooh... Are you all fans?" -Aizaru chuckles as he jumps down into the middle of the group of thugs.-

-Before they can react, he slashes one criminal's chest with his blade attachment—a shallow cut—and punches him in the face. He then summons a crossbow loaded with a blunt arrows and shoots an incoming thug in the face with it, knocking him out. The crossbow disappears and another crossbow appears in its place (that way Aizaru avoids reloading (remember. Swapping to your secondary is always faster than reloading your primary)). He shoots a frozen in fear enemy in the stomach.-

-About 5 minutes pass and only one criminal remains. He stares up at Umbra with hate blazing in his eyes.- "You damn MUTIE." -The criminal yells.-

"... Pardon?"

"You... You killed my cousin!"

"Huh... Is that so? Uhh... When...?" -Aizaru genuinely doesn't remember. He's killed so many anyways. But the guy was definently a criminal and a bigot.-

"7 months ago."

"Well... I do not remember that."

"All you muties are the same... Nothing but dirty, filthy, UNHOLY-"

-Aizaru kicks the man in the face, breaking his nose. He kicks him a few more times for good measure, then leaves. He teleports onto a rooftop and sits down, summoning a can of Monster and a sandwich, and starts eating.-

(Ooc: Open for interaction.)

-That is what Aizaru has told himself hundreds of times in his lifetime. If you fail to adapt to hardships, you will fall. Why is Aizaru thinking about this now? He lost his goddamn hand. Now he has to deal with a prosthetic. And a shoddy temporary one, at that. But still, he's training.-

-He's already drawn up some plans for what the permanent prosthetic will look like, but he figures that he should start adjusting to life with a prosthetic as soon as he can. He's slower. This prosthetic can't keep up with him. But a slow hand is better than none.-

-He throws a dagger into the stomach of a simulated enemy, then teleports on it, ripping the dagger out. He chuckles, summoning a pistol to shoot three incoming enemies. Being slower doesn't mean he's actually slow. Just... Less quick. He's still fast enough to speedblitz almost all normal people.-

-An enemy shoots at him. He, of course, dodges with relative ease. Then throws three knives into their throat.- "Well, this is easier than I thought-" -He's hit in the back with a knife and the simulation ends.- "... God damnit."

-He takes a deep breath, laughing a bit (mostly at himself.)- "How long have I been training now?" -He checks the time. 3 hours now... Not that bad. The simulation starts up again as he summons a pair of pistols.-

**(**Ooc: Open to interaction, of course.)

-Aizaru sits in his room, bored, in pain, and tired. His room doesn't have any Void in it anymore. Obviously he has some in the Darkrealm, but none should randomly appear in front of him... He won't use it much anymore.Maybe as a last resort, at most. Preferrably not at all.-

-He really @$#€ed up, didn't he? He disregarded everything else in an attempt to get strong, since he felt like he wasn't enough... And it didn't even help. He's still not good enough... In fact, it actively hurt him, since he lost his goddamn hand.-

-Everyone always tells him he's strong enough. That he's good in his own way... Both Emma Frost and Colin have told him that... But he doesn't believe that. You're either strong or you aren't. And he falls in the latter category. He's mentally a wreck. Physically he can't take a hit for shit. And emotionally? Let's not even get into that.-

-He lies down, sighing.- *"*After returning... Grey kissed me. That's... Wow... So... We're together now... That's nice. She's nice. Sometimes." -He takes a deep breath, a slight smile creeping onto his face. Grey really set him straight.-

-He stares up at the ceiling... He'll start training again as soon as he can. He has to push himself to a higher level, this time through actual work... At least try. He can't bear staying at this level. He wants to be more.-

"Okay... Gotta train physical strength... Maybe also get some strategies that aren't "hit thing until it goes down" or "shoot thing until it goes down.""

-He walks over to his desk, summoning some of the energy weapons he stole. He can probably enhance them with just one hand... Yeah, definently.-

-Aizaru stumbles onto the Mansion grounds, holding his right arm, the hand of which is now a bloody stump. The pain hasn't fully hit him yet, it's just a dull ache. It doesn't exactly feel like anything, but it will, once Void wears off. He is somehow always surprised by how strong Void is. He... Should probably quit. But it's hard throwing away all that hard work. All that power.-

-He takes a deep breath.- "God... Well, at least Yami'll get a customer. Wonder if I'll get an employee discount." -He mutters as he walks towards the Mansion doors.-

-Most people would be either dead or passed out on the floor right now, but Aizaru is not most people. He's a freak of nature, if we're being honest, and not just because he's a mutant. Let's just do a quick run-through of his injuries. The obvious one: man had his hand blown off by a guy with a shotgun. He got hit by a few knives. He got bonked with clubs. A few assault rifle and pistol shots probably grazed him too.-

"Had to be my dominant hand too..." -He mutters under his breath, throwing a few curses and other such words that probably shouldn't be said by a 17 year old. Or anyone.-

(ooc: Just gonna put a TW here: violence. Dismemberment. All that fun stuff. Not open for interaction. Tomorrow I'll make a post that is open for interaction)

-Aizaru sits on the floor of the warehouse, looking down at the stump that was once his hand. It doesn't hurt. It should, but Void is a strong drug.- "Ohh... God @#€$ing damnit. Yami's gonna kill me. And... So will Grey, probably."

-You may be wondering how he got himself in this situation. Let's rewind a good 30 minutes.-

-Aizaru had just heard of another weapons deal going on. Similar weapons to last time, but even more advanced. So, like any sane, self-respecting insane vigilante, he went to go check it out. There were about 20 guys. All heavily armed and armored. All seemingly well trained. This won't be as easy as last time. But... Goodness, that's, like... Well, he doesn't know how much money it is, but from the effort it took the thugs to lift the bag, he figures it's a lot. And those weapons look like they could blow a clean hole through concrete.-

-He scouted for a bit, then dropped down.- "Hi." -He cuts one enemy's head clean off with his sword, then chucks it at another thug's stomach. He rushes forward, stabbing that guy in the chest repeatedly. 3 guys fire their pistols, he dodges easily, then summons the energy weapon he was working on the other night. He teleports forward, putting it into one enemy's mouth.- "Haha... Y'all wanna see what this baby can do?" -He pulls the trigger, blasting the enemy's head clean off. It instantly cauterized the wound too.-

-He dodges incoming gunfire, knives, and other such projectiles and missiles, then summons three throwing knives, launching them into the throats of three enemies.- "Such fun!" -He laughs like a maniac as he starts carving through enemies. Before long, only 5 enemies remained. They all seem extremely well trained, armored, strong weapons... This'll be fun.-

-He summons a sword, then swings at the nearest enemy. The swing is blocked with a club, and they lock weapons.- "Hey, dude. Wanna hear something funny?" -BANG Aizaru shot the enemy in the stomach point blank with a sawed off shotgun.-

-He teleports backwards. He hears a loud BOOM and turns to the source, a man with a shotgun. He's staring at Aizaru like he's seen a ghost. Aizaru tilts his head, then throws the sword into the enemy's eye. 3 foes remain. All armed with energy weapons. They're just... Staring. Terrified.-

-Aizaru cackles. Yes, cackles, and charges the enemies, summoning two daggers. He stops in his tracks when he hears the weapon on his right clatter to the ground. He looks down... His right hand is gone. Like, gone. Blown off by shotgun, seemingly. He blinks a few times, then just summons a gun and shoots the remaining enemies.-

-Back to the present. The warehouse is looted. Aizaru is just... Staring at the bloody stump. Some bone is visible. It's... Not a pretty sight.- "Wow... Huh."

-Aizaru sits on the roof of a skyscraper in New York. He's taking a small break... Sorta. He's already stopped maybe 10 crimes. Most without killing. At least he believes so. He sighs, staring out at the city. It's pretty nice, in a way. He's been tinkering with his comm system. Now he's able to pick up police radio chatter, which is helpful for patrol. He could probably intercept most other chatter as well, but that'd take too much effort.-

-His comm system starts chattering and he hears police talking about suspicious of an advanced arms deal going on in an abandoned warehouse in the docks. He chuckles, summoning a Monster and chugging it, and walks to the ledge of the roof.-

"Eh... Might as well look cool." -He stares down. He's done this before. Not his first rodeo.-

-He walks backwards, then runs forward, diving off the roof. He falls quickly, feeling the rush of wind hitting him. But he doesn't panic.-

-Then, just as he's about to hit the ground... He disappears, reappearing on a rooftop somewhere else. He starts teleporting across the rooftops, eventually reaching the warehouse. He stares down, and sure enough, it's an advanced arms deal going on.-

-He thinks for a few seconds, then teleports through the roof, landing on the floor superhero style. He stands up, clearing his throat and brushing himself off. There are 15 criminals. The sellers are highly armed. They seem trained. The buyers look more like normal thugs. Not as armed.-

"Okay, folks! You all have 2 options!" -They all point their guns at him.- "Can I at least-" -He disappears for a second, dodging a gunshot. He throws a dagger into the shooter's throat. The other criminals don't seem too fazed... Guess they didn't like that guy- "You all have 2 options. Can I tell you what they are?"

-They all nod. Aizaru takes a deep breath.- "Okay! Option one: you all walk away and turn yourselves into the police. And you all don't mention the 5'5 gremlin person dressed in all black that stopped you." -The thugs don't seem to like that option.- "Not to your liking? Well, there's option two: You all can try to fight me, and I cut you down, leaving most of you dead or grievously injured!"

-The criminals open fire. Aizaru disappears, chuckling. One thug is dragged into the Darkness, screaming. Another falls down, a poisoned dagger sticking out of his back. A third falls through the floor, then drops from the ceiling.- "Having second thoughts?" -Aizaru taunts the remaining thugs.-

-Gunshots ring through the warehouse as Aizaru shoots the lights, giggling. After half a minute, he appears in the middle of the group of thugs and starts cutting them down with his sword. After 10 minutes, only one is left conscious/alive.-

"Heyyyy, buddy. Why don't you tell me what those weapons are?"

"I-i don't know! I swear, I don't kno-" -He's kicked in the face. Aizaru walks to the crate of weapons, cracking it open. These are... Wow. Real nice. Some sort of energy based weapons. He'll have to test them out later.-

-The crate disappears into the Darkrealm and Aizaru walks out of the warehouse.-

(Ooc: Open to interaction.)

-Aizaru has been out patrolling for... What? 10 hours now? He's exhausted. Or his body is, at least. He hasn't slept since he heard of the Chicago incident. And he hasn't eaten much either. He's just trained, worked on different Void formulas, and planned.-

-He recently stopped an attempted murder. He sorta... Blacked out. When he came to, he was on the would-be-murderer, whose face was starting to resemble crushed raspberries. The victim looked horrified... He can't stop. No. Not now. He has to get stronger. No matter the lives of civilians or criminals. All that matters is that he'll be strong enough next time. He can't let anyone else get hurt.-

-He's running across the rooftops, teleporting every few seconds. He's getting tired. He takes a deep breath, injecting a shot of Void into his arm, and keeps going. Exhaustion won't stop him. It never has. Never will. Rest must be earned. He hasn't done that.-

-He spots a drug deal going on on a rooftop. There are 10 criminals in total. He lands silently behind the criminals, pressing his shotgun against one person's stomach.- "Hello, you all... I'm tired. We can do this the easy way, which doesn't include me using this shotgun... Or the hard way, which does."

-One enemy shoots at him. Hard way it is, then. He uses the guy in front of him as a human shield, then throws a dagger into one enemy's throat. Then shoots two incoming enemies with his shotgun, blowing their heads off. Before he knows it, most of the enemies are dead, or are wishing they were dead.-

"Huh... Happened again. Zoned out... It... Doesn't matter." -He grabs some of the money, but leaves the drugs. Doesn't seem like the good stuff anyway. Then he disappears from the roof, continuing on his patrol.-

-He gets lost in thought as he teleports across the rooftops.- "I just wanna abandon it all and start anew... But I know that the ghosts of the past always haunt me... I hate this place. I hate it all... I wanna burn this city sometimes. To let the fire go out of control. To stop focusing it on my enemies..."

-After a few more hours of patrol, he appears at the Mansion, walking in.-

(Ooc: Open for interaction, either before he returns to the Mansion when he's patrolling, or after he returns to the Mansion.)

-Aizaru is doing what he always does when he's overwhelmed: training in the Danger Room, pretending the simulations are his problems and people who've wronged him, so he can punch them in the face with brass knuckles.-

"Cleanse your mind. Focus only on the fight, nothing else. Even if it isn't real, getting punched in the Danger Room hurts. So FOCUS ON THE FIGHT."

-Aizaru dodges an incoming enemy, punching him in the stomach, then kicks him in the leg and punches him again in the jaw. He jumps over an enemy running at him, then punches him three times in the back. He didn't put an upper limit on the enemies, so they just keep coming out. Works for him.-

-He chuckles, taking a better stance, simply waiting for enemies to come to him.-

"Could I have helped? Quite probably... I hope I could've at least. Damnit... I just wanna burn it all. I just wanna run from it all and abandon all these problems..." -An enemy surprises him, hitting him in the back with a club. Aizaru grunts, grabbing the enemy's weapon and throwing it at his throat before punching him in the face.-

"Damn. Got distracted... C'mon. Focus. You got this, Umbra. Common thugs. Fodder." -He grins, jumping at the enemies.-

-About 10 minutes later, he's on an enemy, punching him over and over. He's chuckling under his breath like a maniac.-

(Ooc: Interactable btw)

-Aizaru is walking through London, browsing stores, going to restaurants... Stealing. He hasn't been caught yet. That's because the Darkrealm is extremely convenient for thievery. That's how he stole the Blackbird they got here with, after all (it was Gwen's idea.)-

-He's sorta excited about this mission. He'll soon have to go scout out the facility where the disease is being produced... Alone. So, because of that, he negotiated how Manifold will pay him. They landed on Manifold giving him some advanced S.W.O.R.D. tech and weaponry (non-lethal. He gets why, but he's a bit bummed). And Manifold will write a letter to Rogue that sings his praises. That works for him.-

-Manifold told everyone to come back by 8 PM. Is Aizaru gonna do that? Well... Maybe. It's possible. He very well may not. He likes being out past dark. He's wearing casual clothes and has a dagger at his side, since he's pretty sure carrying a gun around just like that is illegal in the UK. He's also wearing a necklace. He recently made it. What for? Well, all the "crystals" on it are hollow and filled with Void. He tweaked the formulaa bit so it works even if you ingest it. You can never be too careful.-

-He goes to buy a sandwich and teleports to a nearby roof to eat it. He summons a can of Monster too.-

(Ooc: Those in the Teleporter Division are free to interact.)

-Ren's soul awakens in Limbo. His head hurts so much... Well, everything hurts. Z stands before him, chuckling. It has that oh-so-familiar evil grin on its face.-

"Wait... A-am I dead...?"

"Nah. But you did fail."

"No..."

"Yes."

"W-what about the others?! Matsuda?! Selene?!"

"They're fine. I promised you they'd be safe."

"But-"

"Shut up."

-Z takes a deep breath.- "Look, Ren. I'd... Prefer if you stay alive. You're a good vessel. But I have a reputation to maintain. I can't bail you out of EVERYTHING."

"... So? What's the catch for you bringing me back?"

"You know how one of the conditions of our deal was that I can't take control of your body without permission?"

"No..."

"Yes."

"But-"

"You're in no position to argue, Ren. You die if I don't help you. And when I say 'die', I mean 'your soul gets eaten by X'. This is a once-in-an-eternity deal."

"..."

"1 and a half hours per day. That's the hard limit."

"But... Why...?"

"I like having a physical body. And I'm unfortunately bound to you."

"So... You need my body? You can't just make your own?"

"Exactly, you dimwit. Now change the damn deal."

-The contract appears in front of Ren, alongside a Phoenix feather.- "Chop chop."

"Wait... This says something about being your champion...?"

"Oh, it isn't important. It just means you can tap into more of my power... And I can rip you out of this universe and into whatever other universe whenever I like."

"Why...?"

"Because I need your body to be able to handle me."

"... Uh-huh."

-Ren takes a deep breath, them starts rewriting the deal. Then, before he can react, his body wakes up... But he isn't in control.-

"Z-"

"No. You clearly aren't cut out for this. I'm handling X. Cry about it."

"... Okay."

-Z rushes at X, immediately chokeslamming them into the ground. Then it shoots a volley of fireballs at them. Z laughs maniacally as it whales on X.-

"Oh, I have MISSED having a body! C'mon, X! Isn't this a fun reunion?! Don't you love seeing your old friend?! Hahaha!!!"

"Z... You coward..."