Let's watch it all burn, shall we?
"I am not a monster...I am THE monster..."׺°”˜`”°º×
Katsuro had been in and out of the school, mostly leaving early in the afternoon to begin his...activities. Gang and Organized crime warfare had turned New York into a practical futuristic battleground. Which, was all part of Katsuro's plans. Luckily, the police had contained most of the violence to neighborhoods, and many of them now seemed more like battlegrounds than places of residence. Less chance of civilians getting caught in the cross-fire, which Katsuro never liked to have on his...limited conscience.
Katsuro glanced about the area from the rooftop he was on, perched on the edge Gargoyle style, in his signature white-and gray suit. So far, the Russians and the Chinese had been going at it, and the Italians had been all but wiped out early on. He was disappointed, truth be told. He had expected a more significant fight from the actual Mafia, but they were slaughtered like cattle by the Russians and the Yakuza. Speaking of the Yakuza, he was furious at them! The cowards had concealed themselves to businesses and residences, instead of fighting their enemies. They were going to play vulture, instead of playing warriors.
He would make them fight, and which brings up to Katsuro's current endeavor. He had his cell-phone in one hand, and a small rectangular box with a small metal switch on it. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the other device in his hand was. But here's a hint - it goes boom.Katsuro smirked beneath his mask as he texted Arla.
Turn on the news.
Closing his phone, he stood up, and took a deep breath. He placed the detonator at his feet, and gently nudged the switch with his foot. Placing his hands out like a conductor, he waved them about to his left, and right on cue, Chinatown erupted into a fireball and mass of debris. from the dozens of home-made bombs he had 'liberated' from the Russians earlier in the week. Turning his hands to the right, he waved them about, and paused. He had timed it wrong - the bombs went off a few seconds too late, but no matter. The bombs were infused with hundreds of bullets, rather than nails or other means of death, so rounds ricocheted around Chinatown. All the civilians (Most of them) had been cleared, or left, and so this was merely a way to get the Yakuza and the Triads to go at it, and the Russians to finally start making the big push.
Oh, how he loved New York. He smiled, peeling off his mask, and taking in the fumes of fire and gunpowder. It was a glorious morning for explosions and confusion. Although, he knew that most of the staff would disprove or even try to stop him...not that they could. He didn't doubt their impressive abilities, however, not a lot of them had been in a combat situation where the other person was willing to kill them. He smiled at the thought of them all trying to kill him, and how he would severely hurt or kill most of them before they could eventually overpower him. Katsuro smiled at the sight of the fire, the debris, and the screams of the dying and the criminal scum. He was determined to free this city of their vile clutches, one evil task at a time. He wondered if Wolverine would have approved of his methods, and he knew his father most certainly would, even though he wouldn't necessarily agree with the cause.
Though, Katsuro could care less about what anyone thought of him. Especially his father or Wolverine.
Location.....
◢New York, Chinatown.
Who am I with?
◢Myself.
What am I thinking...?
◢Burn.
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇Kaiju.....