BOUNTY HUNTER EVENT MK 1

[Il Chameleon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 350px,bTable] [STYLE=background: url('http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k606/NaVimages/icons/reborn26.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 10px solid #474747;] [/style] [STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]words[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]xxx[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]tag[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]yup[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14;]notes[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]first come first serve[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; background-color: #474747; color: DBDBDB; padding: 10px;] The Chameleon took a breath, the first of many as a free man. He had said goodbye to his good friends at the Vendicare prison and flew all the way to the very spot he had been arrested at so many years ago, a small park in the heart of the city. The city had changed in all that time. It was now a bustling suburban jungle. As he navigated the crowd, he caught sight of a girl wearing a strangely familiar fedora, one with an orange stripe. It reminded him of a man who was very popular in the Vendicare. Infamous was a better word as so many of his inmate's bosses seem to have been assassinated by him. The Chameleon thought it perfect to assume this form, after all he was never one to reveal his identity. He removed the illusory hat from his head and stood in a parking lot that had once been a park covered in grass. He walked around a bit, getting a feel for his new body shape, before happening upon a man sitting alone waiting for the bus. It had been a while since he had killed someone, he was overdue. After a period of slight hesitation, he decided that the Vindice would not care if such a lowly man was killed. He whipped out his pistol, a pretty CZ75 that the person he was emulating often used, and in one shot fired several beams of yellow light that sundered the man countless times. It felt good, but all the people screaming were ruining his fun. He pointed the pistol upward and shot multiple times, watching the chaos rain down on all the worthless people in the square. He was having the time of his life now. He didn't realize, however, that while he was ending so many lives for his amusement, a news helicopter had captured a clear shot of his new persona and, not being able to change this sort of thing willy nilly, he would be recognized and every self righteous vigilante yahoo in the city would come barrelling after him. It would be a pleasant surprise. More fight, more fun. [/style]

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[Hiroki]

Hiroki smirked as he tossed the wanted poster aside. He would occasionally take up jobs again every now and then besides his declared retirement as a Hitman back in Taiwan. Hiroki can't help it...it was just fun for Hiroki to live out the thrills every now and then.

Hiroki smiled as he adjusted his hat and then his ring glowed. He slammed into the box and drew his personal hand gun from it and dashed around town after closing shop. He felt that this was going to be fun. If what he heard to be true, then he is going to have a fun gun fight with this particular individual.

His eyes caught sight of a news helicopter. He then heard multiple shots gone off. Looks like it was already fight time though Hiroki decided to not jump in right away. He started to hide between the various buildings. He doesn't exactly want to be shown on news yet.

"Let's see your new identity...Chameleon." Hiroki said to himself as he then gazed out at a scene of dead bodies from where he is hiding and one individual standing among them with a rather nice looking hand gun.

[ARASHI ARCA]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Hiroki, Open, Chamelon[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 273[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: Lazy. As usual. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: …Why doesn’t he do his work like he does work for other people?[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/Arashi-1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] Honestly. He was only out of the Varia Headquarters to avoid his work and have some fun. Even big bad Varia captains had to have a little bit of fun once in awhile - and this fun wouldn't involve a bedroom or a game on his cell phone. Tetris, while although fun, was rather boring after while. So, after informing his Vice Captain and other subordinates not to bother him because he was going to work - oh how they hadn't learned the true extent of his procrastination yet...he had climbed out the window and was off into the city. Honestly, you'd think somebody would put in a security system one day to keep Arashi /in/ because well...somebody needed to do the work and definitely not at the last minute...maybe he needed somebody hovering over him with a whip...or something. He had one floating around in his room somewhere...but really...he kind of was doing work? Kind of. Just not his work. He'd come across a wanted poster at some point during his avoidance...to find a mass murderer known as Chameleon. Or something. Well. Should be interesting. The Varia Captain was on the job...if only he attacked his work like he was attacking this job avoidance method. Actually, finding the culprit was easy enough as he came across the park, having heard gunshots in the distance. Standing in a tree, he watched the wrecked, almost amused. So. He was crazy...not surprising. Mass murderers tended to be a little on the crazy side, after all. There was a very thin line between craze and genius too, after all. Well. This was going to be interesting. [/style]

[rin]

Rin had received news of the bounty earlier in the day and had set out to collect the reward for the escape criminal, partly for the money, but the other for a reason much closer to her heart that she cared to admit. Besides, if anyone had experience in this work, it was a former member of the Varia. As the shots began to rang out, she quickly caught wind of them, though the chaos was rather hard to miss as she made her way down the alleyway and onto a nearby rooftop. It wasn't long before Rin caught sight of the criminal and the resemblance to another certain particular friend was almost staggering, though this was no time for hesitation. If she didn't act now, then more innocent people would be hurt in this madness.

Drawing the blade on her hip, the blue flames scattered around the nearby area, surrounding the crazed gunman, flickering about in mid-air like some sort of fox-fire from Japanese myth. "I'm afraid that will be quite enough of that." Rin called out clearly as she stepped out into the open, her white hair tied back into it's typical low ponytail, her crimson eyes steady on the enemy.

Dressed mostly in black, Yakushin Ame was already alight with Rain Flames, uncertain of the enemies abilities and not one to underestimate them so easily. "To commit the crimes you have is sin enough, but to do it under the face of a man so highly respected. You truly are the lowest form of trash. Your under arrest, Chameleon." She explained seriously, dropping back into a stance, having some experience in these territorial battles. It didn't matter what weapon he wielded, he had been found by the wrong person and one with enough of a bone to pick to push the lines of recklessness.

[Il Chameleon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 350px,bTable] [STYLE=background: url('http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k606/NaVimages/icons/reborn26.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 10px solid #474747;] [/style] [STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]words[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]292[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]tag[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]Hiroki, Arashi, Rin[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14;]notes[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]follow the posting order[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; background-color: #474747; color: DBDBDB; padding: 10px;] So the self-righteous, sniveling maggots came to crash his parade so early. Damned. There were only three, two of which were doing a rather poor job of “hiding” and the last opting for a much more “super hero” esque approach to the whole matter. Just pop in, announce you’re there, then call out the bad guy. Real smart on her behalf. She was a white haired woman on a rooftop with a sword. Strangely typical of people in Japan. Kooky hair colors and swords. Sadly, the fun started almost too early. Blue flames surrounded The Chameleon like those Will-o-wisps of tales. Well, they were pretty clearly rain flames, given their color, so bumping into them was probably a bad idea. Better give this body a workout. Chameleon said to himself with a big grin as he extended his gun hand, aiming at the white haired woman. Bye Bye~! He called, squeezing the trigger and firing off one of his mask’s signature abilities, the Chaos Shot. The arrows of flames darted toward the girl on the roof, following her movements. About mid flight, the arrows branched off and went after the other two as well. Oh, this body was amazing. Come out~ Come out, wherever you are~! He laughed when the arrows split to go after all of his assailants. The reason he hadn’t moved yet was because the white haired woman had basically made him a shield. People would have to bump into the flames to get to him, so they’d suffer just like he would. Why go get the food, when it will so happily come to you? Chameleon would always prefer to just massacre the people who came to him, instead of seeking out people. It just made better sense. [/style]

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[Hiroki]

"I'm afraid that will be quite enough of that." Oh dear god, who the hell was that. Hiroki peeked out and smirked as he saw a girl with white hair with a sword. He recognized the rain flames covering the sword. "To commit the crimes you have is sin enough, but to do it under the face of a man so highly respected. You truly are the lowest form of trash. Your under arrest, Chameleon." Hiroki looked back and smiled. The Chameleon...taking that form was somewhat interesting. Hiroki himself has heard stories of a great hitman of that stature. Hiroki himself was amazed at these stories as that hitman used the very same type of flames that Hiroki himself used.

"Better give this body a workout." With a smile, Hiroki readied his own gun. "Bye Bye~!" The Chameleon fired off a powerful shot of sun flames. Hiroki wasn't too worried at first...until he noticed the shot splitting off into multiple directions, one of them aiming for him. It seemed like the Chameleon spotted Hiroki. He quickly started to run but looked back a little to notice the shot still following him.

"Well shit..." Hiroki whispered to himself. He quickly aimed his gun at the shot and just in case the a small bullet doesn't stop a shot made of sun flames, Hiroki's eye spotted a near by trash can. He quickly threw the cover of the trash can at the incoming shot...just in case. Hiroki knows that if that shot hit him...well he's going to be in a world of pain.

[ARASHI ARCA]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Hiroki, Rin, Chamelon[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 273[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: Lazy. As usual. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: The other one. Yeah. He loves Alma so much. XD[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/Arashi-1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] Now. Arashi was going to follow the Chameleon for awhile, gauge what he was doing before he struck. That was how he rolled. He didn't just go bursting into situations, with his weapon brandished and ready to attack. Bounty hunting required a small amount of stalking as well as learning the habits of the hunted. It was common sense. It was just common sense. "I'm afraid that will be quite enough of that."

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What. The...Fu...Hell. What was Rin doing? Arashi knew that she took after Squalo in being straight-forward...but to simply leap into action against an opponent before gauging their abilities and the like? It was a rookie mistake! Arashi dropped down from his position, mildly annoyed for one with his younger sister for once. It was a rarity he was annoyed...but man.

"Voi! Rin! Really? I mean really...just jumping in like that? He looks like Reborn and I highly doubt you should be taking Reborn, copy or not, so lightly," he chided lightly, keeping his gaze steady on Chameleon while he spoke. Aww man. She just made this a lot more difficult than it was supposed to be...Whatever. It would provide amusement...at least for awhile.

He had been expecting the form of retaliation in an attempt to escape from the three bounty hunters that had arrived to apprehend him. Tch. As the Reborn wannabe fired hid gun, Arashi had a mild thought back to Xanxus and how many times the previous Varia captain had shot at him. These were definitely different from the Flame of Wrath bullets, indeed.

Storm flames burst into life on the ring of the Varia boss as he brought up a shield made of his storm flames, the shot from the Reborn wanna be's guns slamming into his make-shift shield before the Storm flames disintegration abilities came into play. It wasn't left completely blocked though, though the recoil was really nothing to scoff at at all, as the resounding collision against his shield sent the Varia captain back a couple of feet. "Jesus...that would have done some damage if it hit...Reborn's abilities too. This should be...really fun..." he muttered, then looked towards Chameleon. "Voi! Trash! Who gave you permission to use Reborn? I don't think Remo or the other one did!" The other one? Smooth, Arashi...you didn't even care to add his name into the mix.
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[rin]

A mistake? No, there was fine line between genius and insanity, one Rin managed to push quite often in combat. However, if the rumors were true, then this was an opponent worth testing the waters with and so the field was set. However, an unexpected voice managed to catch her attention. Arashi?... What the heck was he doing here? Normally, these kinds of things were to tedious a task for the Varia to handle and someone like the boss would have had more important matters. "I'm surprised you have so much free-time to handle such trivial tasks, big brother. However, you should know better than anyone, not to underestimate me." Rin called back confidently with a faint smirk as the criminal turned his gun towards her.

That was it, the one weakness of gun wielders, an inability to hide their intent. Dropping down from the roof, Rin's hand raised as the shots broke free of the barrel, throwing up a shield of Rain Flame. Of course, tactically speaking, Rin had been far more careful to maneuver than first appearance seemed, narrowing the field of attack. So which would break first? Her will or his bullets, it was something that she didn't have to wait long to find out as the shots slammed hard into the shield.

While she was able to negate most of it, the recoil was nothing to sneeze at and Rin's back suddenly collided with a good deal of force against the wall of the building behind her. Damn it. Even as a fake, this copycat was no joke. What she wouldn't have traded to have Alma here to have some knowledge of Reborn's techniques and weaknesses.Speaking of which, Arashi was now calling out to the fake hitman. Now, who was the stupid one? It really was the pot calling the kettle black, but Rin hoped it was enough of a distraction as her shield vanished, allowing her free hand to drop to the hilt of her blade as her rings burned brightly.

Pushing off from the wall to get some thrust, Rin charged forward toward the imposter. There was a reason Ameashi had earned her such respect among the Varia's ranks, because it was no mere trap. In a few moves, she had turned this battle into her chess board and it was to show this imposter of how dangerous swimming with a shark could be. This was her territory and masking blade's edge to hide her Shiden technique, Rin intending to draw first blood. Once she drew within range, she brought the sword up in an arching slash from right to left, taking aim at the exposed back. She didn't need a direct hit to kill, only to stun or scare him enough to retreating back accidentally into the flames.

Now it was only a matter of pressing her attack, driving him back and turning this battle to the tide of her favor. He may have had Reborn's abilities, but without the mind and experience to control it, there lay one fatal flaw. Against someone like Rin, to whom the battlefield was little more than a game, she only had to move the enemy into check. Then, they could end this nonsense. This fake had harmed innocent people, he had trampled over the honor of family to whom she cared for deeply, and they were sins that couldn't be forgiven.

[Il Chameleon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 350px,bTable] [STYLE=background: url('http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k606/NaVimages/icons/reborn26.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 10px solid #474747;] [/style] [STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]words[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]xxx[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]tag[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]Hiroki, Arashi, Rin[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14;]notes[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]follow the posting order[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; background-color: #474747; color: DBDBDB; padding: 10px;] Awww, how cute. A little brother and sister team were going to try to take down a notorious criminal with the help of some coward. It was like a story book all over again. One problem with that whole set up. Real life wasn’t a story book, so the writer didn’t control how powerful the “good guys” became suddenly. If they sucked, they sucked. And booooooy did this group suck. Chesty over there had no tactics whatsoever, short of charge in a swing your sword. For someone who claims to have known this “Reborn” character, she must not have known how he fought or anything. Not too bright. Then the Stalker guy just yells and hollers and gets nowhere. You’d think that maybe, just maybe, a few people who wore maybe Gold shirts would come after him, instead of all of these red shirts. Chesty charged at the Chameleon, ready to cut. The problem with sword users was the time it took them to actually do damage. They have to draw, cut, cut. Guns can just shoot shoot shoot. Any easy win for the Chameleon anyway. Reversal Mirror. He said softly, holding out his hand slightly, where a large mirror appeared, reflecting the white haired woman’s attack back onto her. Every flame she wanted to pump into him would be sent back onto her. One down, two to go. Well, Chesty. It was fun. The Chameleon laughed as he extended the same hand up, calling out Reborn’s famous hot air balloon, then lifting himself directly out of the woman’s field, only really bumping a few, but it only slowed him down for a few seconds. Now he was in the air, out of range of Chesty. Come on~ I really wish they’d send some good people after me. The Chameleon cackled as he reached for his gun again, firing a few shots down at Stalker and Chesty. [/style]

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[Hiroki]

Hiroki realized that the bullet and the trash can barely impeded the shot at all. Hiroki quickly dropped the gun down and drew his box animal weapon and lit his ring.

"Come on Maneki...!" Hiroki placed the ring in the box just in time for the shot to hit him in the stomach. His eyes widened in pain but he managed to get in enough sun flames to release his box animal. As Hiroki collapsed the cat right away meowed, the collar bell ringing once. Soon sunflames poured out and began to heal Hiroki's wounds. Hiroki can now say he has been hit by the chaos shot and boy did it hurt like hell.

Hiroki let out a huge sigh of relief. He looked out to see the Chameleon floating off. Whatever chaos is going on the roof must've ended if he was just going to float away. What happened to the other two? Hiroki didn't care though, he now has a clear shot.

"Come on~ I really wish they’d send some good people after me."

"You got your wish!" Hiroki hissed to himself as he aimed his gun and fired at the hot air balloon. Two bullets in fact. One for the balloon and one for the Chameleon. Since the Chameleon is busy reading his shot to fire at the girl on the roof then Hiroki should be fine...in theory...

Maneki recover time: [0/2]

[ARASHI ARCA]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Hiroki, Rin, Chamelon[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 473[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: Lazy. As usual. Always lazy [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: Yes. Sic the dog on him. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/Arashi-1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] Arashi knew that when Rin had simply announced her presence, that her best method of attacking would have been her usually close range with the katana, so Arashi raising his voice was merely providing a distraction - and he really felt like screaming at him for using Reborn as his current face. He had copied every one of Reborn's abilities too...but could he use them as well as the original? That was the question. He'd never fought Reborn before and the man had been an Arcobaleno, the world's strongest... Damn. If only he could have watched Chameleon for a little while longer, but it probably wouldn't have done anything. A huff of annoyed air left his lips as he flipped out his box animal, opening it as the large storm flame wolfhound stepped out, laying at its masters' feet, nose wrinkling at the smell in the air. There were dead people around and it definitely wasn't a pleasant scent for a dog, neither was blood. A moment later, the animal was on his feet, picking through the scents to pick out Chameleon's. If the man happened to get away, the dog would be able to track him down, a precaution Arashi was taking because this wasn't going to be an easy feat to do. As Rin took another attack, Arashi filed away that ability into his mind next to the Chaos target-seeking shot. He'd have to be wary of those two abilities because well...they would wind up being troublesome. Although, he was worried about his younger sister, he knew she could take care of herself. Besides, this was basically a mission, he couldn't really afford to take precious time in worrying about her. Besides, this Reborn wannabe was making a mockery of the Varia training they'd been put through. Honestly, how could one expect to beat the best though? The guns weren't the problem...because Xanxus used those and he'd become quite handy at dodging them...it was the annoying fact that he had no clue how to fight Reborn. He was used to assassination missions...alive was going to be a problem. Why couldn't he just do his work? Arashi opened his box weapon while behind the protective shield the storm flames of his box animals tail provided him, the chakrams spinning lazily around his wrists. He nodded at the dog once the shots stopped and the animal moved, using various items as a jumping board. From a bench, to a tree, to a street lamp. One final leap from the street lamp brought the large dog's jaws snapping at the Reborn wannabe's ankle, storm flames flickering on the large box animal dog's canines. At the exact same time, Arashi noticed the Sun flame user shooting at him. So. A gun user, Rin, and himself...the gun user could come in handy due to the range... [/style]

[rin]

The moment the blade collided with over-sized mirror, she knew something was wrong as the flames effects hit her, knocking her backwards. Rin landed, or maybe that wasn't the right words, slid across the ground was more appropriate, before coming to a stop some yards away from her brother. "Damn it."[/i] Rin cursed in Italian, sore, but thankful that the Shiden didn't require much in the way of flames or it could have been much worse. Still, while she had expected this one to be troublesome, she hadn't expected things to escalate this far. The matter didn't help her pride either, as she pushed herself off, catching the snark remarks and nickname that caused a vein to appear in annoyance.

He couldn't be as strong as Reborn. He was just as fake and he was giving two people with Varia training a run for their money. No, her pride would allow it to stand. There couldn't be that much of a different between them. "I'm going to cut that annoying mouth of yours into shreds." She growled, as her ring ignited slamming into the box and release Mizuchi, who was quick to coiled about her protectively, shielding her from the shots.

Despite the obvious damage and the feral hiss that escaped as the creature bore it's fangs. No, Rin's ego was in way worse shape than her body, no matter how bruised up she was as she hoped up onto Mizuichi's head. She wasn't any good fighting at a distance, but what was she supposed to do? Catching hold of Namigiri and unsheathing it, Rin knew she had to think of something. Arashi had already called out his hound and the chakrams, but the imposters snipes were not making it any easier to control that nasty temper. It was about that time though, that she caught sight of the young gunslinger, who was ready to answer the challenge.

Looks like fate may have just given them an ace in the hole. "Voi, Arashi..." Rin called back, glancing over her shoulder at him in concern. The question was obvious, they needed to do something and she'd run out of plans to deal with someone at that distance. She could finish this, but it required a major distraction and a chance to get close to the enemy.

[Il Chameleon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 350px,bTable] [STYLE=background: url('http://i1118.photobucket.com/albums/k606/NaVimages/icons/reborn26.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 10px solid #474747;] [/style] [STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]words[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]292[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14; ]tag[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]Hiroki, Arashi, Rin[/style][STYLE=font-style: century gothic; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #474747; color: #DBDBDB; padding: 10px; width: 100px; line-height: 10px; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border-left: 2px solid #DD6D14;]notes[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; width: 80px; padding: 10px;]follow the posting order[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 9px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; background-color: #474747; color: DBDBDB; padding: 10px;] So these useless attackers seemed to have given up their assault. Only one of them was attacking, and he only shot twice. There was a dog attacking him too, and it even managed to bit his foot. This cause him to kick his leg a bit, trying to get the dog off. He followed his kicks with multiple shots aimed directly at the animal. Other than the two bullets and the dog, they were all just useless. A complete waste of flames and air. That one with the gun fired two shots, as mentioned prior, one of which hit The Chameleon’s balloon, putting a hole in it, then the second one missed him slightly. It left a nice cut across his cheek though. On the decent, luckily, the Chameleon was able to change his hot air balloon into Reborn’s parachute, to slow his descent. Get ready. Chameleon whispered to himself as he changed his pistol into Reborn’s Dragonov sniper rifle. All he had to do was get a bead in on his target. He figured he’d take out that Stalker one first. He offered the most opposition it seemed. Chesty seemed useless outside of a melee confrontation. The parachute offered a less than perfect platform for sniping, but it’d have to work. He had to stay out of that Chesty woman’s range or else he would quickly find himself in a fight he probably couldn’t win. Chameleon focused in and looked through the scope, aiming directly at Stalker’s chest. If he got multiple quick shots off, the recoil would put him high enough for a head shot. What came next was obvious, three quick shots, trying to hit the stalker. One to the chest, one to the neck, one to the head. [/style]

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[Hiroki]

Hiroki hissed as his first shot got what he wanted but the second shot only scratched his cheek. He was getting rusty. Hiroki was surprised about the Chameleon's resourcefulness, transforming the remains of the hot air balloon into a parachute. He was going to have to step up his game...

...and step it up he has no choice in the manner because the Chameleon transformed his pistol into a dragonov sniper...thankfully the Chameleon didn't have enough sense to aim at him...that or the Chameleon didn't take Hiroki seriously. Hiroki smiled as he readied his pistol again. He still had seven shots in this clip. He plays his cards right...

PANG

There goes shot one, but this shot was aimed at the barrel of the sniper rifle. He might as well do those who are assisting him by being distractions a huge service....however only a moron would count on hitting such a small target, thus Hiroki moved his aim towards the Chameleon himself and fired a bullet at him.

[ARASHI ARCA]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color:6C2811;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: Chameleon, Rin, Hiroki[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: 344 [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE:: Why is Arashi muse so lazy?! [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES:: La la la. Unlike Sheeka and Feathers, his box falcon, Arashi and Kuro get along incredibly well. [/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e37/Chandrisa/Arashi-1-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #6C2811;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #6D110A; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: #6D110A; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #6C2811;] Arashi hadn't given up on his attack, he was just attempting to formulate a valid plan to be able to use. He'd never actually fault Reborn, however, he was good with fighting against guns...sort of. He had yet to defeat Xanxus in a full-fight and probably never would. However, when he came to dodge gunshots...he'd gotten good over the years. Arashi watched as the gun transformed into a sniper rifle. What a lovely gun...not really. Guns weren't really Arashi's thing, despite growing up around them. He rather preferred his storm chakams over anything conventional like a sword or a gun, those were so common after all. Arashi snarled something in Italian, most likely a string of swear words as his storm hound dropped from the leg of chameleon, the storm flames flickering slightly from the shots. Without even being told, the hound returned to his owner, his storm flame tail sticking up and forming a shield as Arashi backed up the hound's shield of flames with a bunch of his own flames. Although, Xanxus had never used a sniper rifle against him, Arashi couldn't help but feel that the weapon was far more deadly than a regular handgun revolver. It seemed that the box animal and its owner worked quite well in sync because when Chameleon fired, the hound gave three short barks, indicating how many clicks it had heard from the trigger. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Arashi watched as Kuro, his box animal, swiped its tail, slicing through the first bullet. Arashi hurling one of his two chakrams into the path of the second one, the third one slammed into double-layer of storm flame shields. Even with that, the power behind those bullets was evident and they might've killed him in they hit where they had been aiming for. "Tch, trash," Arashi snapped to himself under breath as he chakram returned to his hand, taking the next step of throwing the second one he held at Chamaleon's rifle, aiming to slice it right in half. He was useless without his gun, right? [/style]