A Hive of Scum and Villainy [Shadow/Open]

The Onan Club, probably the most popular of the night/strip clubs located in The Slums of Jump City in the time it was built and in operation. In its earliest days after construction, it was a hot spot for the new local gang of Three Oni, and was rumored even among casual observers to be their primary base of operations until seemingly lessening in their pressence. It still seemed to be their favorite place to hang out, but as of late things seemed... strange. This was a subconsciously shared feeling for anyone up late at night, and about the same time ever night they would experience the feeling of being watched. This alone would be enough to make someone anxious, but something else about this feeling would also start to make people feel uncomfortable in their own skin; thoughts that they've had before in the past but had tried to bury would pop back up. This feeling would almost reach a breaking point before inexplicably vanishing in an instant.

Tonight would be the first time that this feeling didn't completely vanish, and would also be the first time some people would be more consciously aware of something being wrong when police were called down to The Onan Club. It wasn't the first time they had been called there before, outside a warrant to inspect the premises under various allegations, they had also been here frequently to deal with the uncommon drunken brawl. But this wasn't too common as the club's security was unusually on top of things, and kept an eye on everything. The second indication that something was already very wrong was that there was a crowd of people RUNNING from the club in clear fear and panic. "Whoa- someone put on some shitty music or what?" One of the first responders deadpanned as he and his partner against advisement went in to investgate.

"Makes it easier not having to push through the crowd. But keep yer eyes peeled- did this place get a fog machine?" His partner quipped, gun already drawn as they headed inside. The "fog" was already seeping out of the club, snaking along the ground but strangely never strayed further than the property that the club was sat on. "Damnit, it's already hard enough to see in this place? Ain't this the reason why kids' eyes going bad?" He added, almost coughing from the fog. The usual smell of the club was drowned out by an almost intoxicating aroma as he and his partner checked the front, trying to keep their eyes and ears open for anything over the still pumping music as the fog seemed to dissipate slightly more the deeper in they went.

"Least we can see better," the other officer said as they entered what was the main area, down some steps that led down to the dance floor when they stopped. "What... the hell?" He swore at the scene, which definitely looked like a number of murders had been comitted. From a quick glance, there were a few bodies of party goers on the main dance floor but a greater deal more bodies of Three Oni thugs- some were also clearly shooting at something or other when the bodies of the dead on the dance floor started to move. But it wasn't the kind of moving you'd imagine a "living" person to do and seemed to look more like something out of a cheesy zombie movie.

"Everybody, stay where you are and don't move," the other cop took the initiative and commanded them before almost losing his lunch as their flesh seemed to... melt away to a goopy black substance that may have also swallowed their bodies. "Nope! We don't get paid enough for this shit!" The Cop had the smart decision to make a run for the exit, instead him and his partner getting shot at by someone on the second floor. Another black mass that actually looked as if most of its body was a suit, armed witha Tommy Gun of all things leapt down. Both men made a feeble attempt to try and get up the stairs, bleeding profusely as the entity reloaded and took aim for another volley...

Well, tonights turning into a madhouse of a night Renegade thought to himself. Everything started so normal or as normal as can be for the anti-hero Ren's alternate persona. Choosing to check out the hole in the floor nightclub, his shortened shotgun loaded and tucked into the inside of the flack jacket. His plasma pistol holstered on his hip as his goal was to drown his sorrows in booze and see a bit of "entertainment" at the club red light area.

Upon arrival, he felt like he was being watched but chalked it up to the Oni in the club partying they were probably still sore after the body count ren had stacked upon them. he had to admit the bartender trying to be funny with the "sorry we're all out of motor oil" comment made him question if he could get away with murder right then and there but benching that thought and nursing the hard liquor he ordered instead helped his nerves.

Something didn't feel right though call him crazy, but the alcohol usually helped ease his nerves not kick them into high gear. It must have been bad enough because Renagade wasnt aware that he had had his hand resting on his sidearm as time went on.

Going back to his drink only for a hand to snatch it and splash it back in his face causing him to growl slightly as he used his free hand to wipe the booze from his face and blink. "Ah Asuka, how's the back? you look like your much better now." Renegade quipped in a much darker tone then anyone whos heard him speak would have heard before. the Sounds of painful screaming would draw him out of his staring contest as gunshots started ringing out in the area from the different regions. activating his enhanced targeting, he unholstered his pistol and pointing it in the direction of the thugs gut. "before i vent your days food out of your guts, give me one good reason your thugs are shooting up this place." He accused the thug unable to grasp the whole situation around him. the sound of another thug in the bar letting out a scream of pain as he began transforming before them. caused Ren to unholster his tucked away shotgun from under his jacket. "Look lets settle our problems later we got bigger fish to fry."

Asuka did still look worse for wear, you could barely see that even from the front when most of the damage had been done in the back. "You made a huge mistake coming here..." Asuka growled in response as a couple of his friends looked like they were about to pounce- but then screams and gunshots happened and drew their attention away for a second. "Whoa! We wouldn't just shoot up the place for no reason!" Asuka immediately changed his tone whena gun was drawn on him, but that reason soon quickly revealed itself when one of the Three Oni thugs on the other side of Ren started to morph. "What in the fuck-" Asuka swore as the transforming thug more or less smacked Ren over the bar and charged the others.

More gunshots ran out, more screams, and then a pink fog seemed to fill the club as everything descended into chaos. "Oooh what do we have here? A robot with a soul? How cute~" a voice would eventually coo silkily inside Ren's head, snapping him out of whatever daze had been forced on him a moment ago. This would also be around the time that the first two officers would make their apperance, when another barrage of gunfire rang out from the second floor. Ren would FEEL the thump of something large and burly jump down, and if he got up in time he'd be able to see the hulking mass of what looked like a stereotypical "thug in a suit" reloading a Tommy Gun. One of the more interesting features besides the goopy appearance of it's body, was the gaping almost heart shaped hole square in it's chest.

The cops would after being downed- a miracle from the simple factor the shooter had not been aiming directly at them so much as in their general area, would try to draw their guns and shoot back- if Ren wanted to intervene and last minute gun down the monster.

Renegade Swore from the hit knocked him over the bar counter and into a mild stupor his shotgun skidding across the floor from the amount of force to knock him off his feet.

Hearing the voice in his head, he chuckled. "Nah, the cute thing is Rens, the one with a Sole is just the Ghost with a deathwish." Eyes going wide at the ammount of carnage before him and the officers being wounded. He would grab a hard liqure bottle from the bar and rag before tucking them away and grabbing his shotgun off the floor.

as he was able to see a opening as the monster was more distracted by the cops Renagade would put two slugs downrange into the creature before a few more for good measure.

after seeing what happens to the people when the monsters killed them and how the cops were wounded, Renagade walked over to them. "Sorry bout this guys." He said as he cocked his weapon befire fireing at center mass into the officers.

The shots were surprisingly more effective than you might initially expect against an unknown creature of nightmares- though it still seemed to take the shots better than a normal human being would normally. In any case, once enough damage was done, the creature's entire body just seemed to turn to dust and dissipate into nothingness. Unfortunately, the cops weren't going to make it. "W-wait!" One managed to get out before Ren mercilessly gunned them down, prompting that mysterious voice to giggle again in Ren's mind. "Aren't you an interesting one. Maybe you don't have as much as a soul as we thought, but at least you're not alone~" The Voice purred as the horrid creatures on the dancefloor started to shift toward Ren.

Maybe because they were just "born" or some other unknown reason, their forms were amorphous and bore porcelain faces- almost mask like in appearance if not for the ability to move. The creatures made god awful sounds, with the closest ones preparing to attack Ren with what else? Tentacles. There did seem to be some fighting going on, seemed to be coming from the little office on the second floor where the owner could overlook things if need be. One of the burly "mobster" creatures would take gunfire, and eventually go down with enough shots to it's head. There were just slightly more of the mobster things than anything else, but in addition to the blob things, there were a few tall, thin humanoid "shapes" that had one extra long arm with an equally large claw at the end. The latter was also on the second floor, and took notice of Ren as they hopped down, landing with a wet splat as their bodies reformed. Music would also for some reason, continue to play unabated by the lack of anyone being around to play it.

Renegade went to aim at the creature that dropped down to greet him when his shotgun clicked and jammed. "Fuck me...." he said as he tossed the useless gun to the side as he began to look around. Noticing the burly mafia things still getting shot at observing were the holes were appearing would cause Renegade to run that direction just as the tentacles were coming after him.

*well whoever's still fighting these things off i might as well fight with them....strength in numbers after all.* He thought to himself as he ran as he took the occasional pot shot to dome any wounded or dying civilian as he went.

Renegades' actions would be almost second nature quick cold calculated shots clean almost as his years in the service began to show itself. Renegade couldn't help but smirk; he enjoyed the ability to kill more. Civilian life was never for a killbot, the way he saw it, this would be a more effective way than turning to the sauce.

Before he could help himself as he ran, he began to think. *well, miss whatever you are in my head. You seem to be interested in a robot with a soul, so how about you and I make a deal?*

"Mmmm, we don't think you have much to offer us outside of entertainment~" the voice giggled in response.

The first Clawman and the blobs would both nearly attack each other by mistake, both trying to attack Ren as he made his escape from the "ground floor" to head toward the second floor office. There was Japanese shouting to confirm that there was indeed some fighting still going in- when suddenly, one of the big burly mobsters would come flying by Ren, body turning to dust and dissipating. "Go away out of that ya bloody gobshitem, fostering about!" bellowed a thick Irish accent belonging to a tall, blonde woman with some tats running down one side of her neck. "I go to tha fecking Jacks fer a piss, and it all goes to shite," she continued popping her neck and rolling her shoulders. Her shoulders all the way down to her finger tips were cybernetic, not quite as fancy and sleek looking as Cyborg's- but it would definitely hurt getting punched. "Oi wha's this then? How’s the craic Lad?" The possible Three Oni Lieutenant asked- she looked like she could be, then again with the club's theme she literally could've just been one o the security goons that had as she put it... been taking a piss when shit went down.

The Clawmen were catching back up to Ren, with the blobs not too far behind but definitely more limited in motion from their lack of legs- or limbs in general.

Renegade grimaces at the answer to the voice in his head. After another one of the burly monsters goes down Ren would pull the alcohol bottle he swiped from the bar and tossed it behind him before activating his enhanced targeting to speed up his reaction time to shoot the bottle with his plasma pistol. To have the bottle burst into flames as a makeshift firebomb. When its closest to the blobs. looking around him at the level of horror that was going on around him. "Oi, welshwomen? There anyone still fighting off all these things? Do you know of anyone wounded around here?"

If He were right then, the wounded would need to be executed to stop this problem from getting out of hand. Looking at the dust of the freshly killed burly mobster thing, Ren decided to look through its ashes for its tommygun quickly.

However, in his brief run, he forgot about the tentacles and those came to bite him in the ass metaphorically. It wasn't long before one wrapped around his leg and lifted him before slamming him back into the ground. His plasma pistol skidded across the floor and over to the woman. "you know as bad as this sounds, i wish a those random Steve's were here to at the very least distract you." Renegade said struggling to get free from the tendril.

There was no Tommy Gun, it seemed like once the creature had "died" it just ceased to be along with any weapons it may have had. "Ya, think there's soma gangsters up in tha office and strip joint in tha back," she replied before a visible vein throbbed when she acknowledged him calling her a Welshman. The firebomb would take care of the blobs and one of The Clawmen, all of them letting out a terrible and god awful sound no living creature should be able to make as they roasted. But clearly not all of them got caught, as Ren went down by a tentacle and a Clawman leaped to try taking advantage of that. "We was having a talk ya fecking eejit!" She bellowed again, lounging and driving one of her cybernetic fists straight through the torso of the the Clawman, pulling her other one back and punching down AT the tendril wrapped around Ren's ankle to free him.

The Clawman wasn't down, but clearly losing a chunk of its body had done a number to it and had staggered it for a moment as it tried to bring it's claw up ready to strike Ren's savior. Attention started to shift away from the office, with more burly muck monsters totting magnums started to march their way in their direction- some elected to just jump down from the second floor. "Heeheehee, such Bloodlust~" a familiar voice intoned in Ren's head, his "friend" would seem oblivious to it.

*for someone who views me more as entertainment, you seem to be keen on continually talking to me in my head. what are you some demon? God? or an old one?* Renegade asked in his head, however, just thinking the fraze old one felt foreign to him like he wasn't supposed to know, but it was it his data storage.

Finally able to get back up, his nanosystems repairing any damage cracks and dents in his armor with his black reflective nano goo. From a kneeling position, Renegade pulled his Kbar knife from his belt and would put all his weight into an upwards stab as the creature took a go at his savior. "thanks, lass, I owe you one....we should probably get to the other survivors. and quickly." He stated as he pulled the knife free from the clawed creature and made his way to pick up his pistol only to aim and shoot the bar to make another firey explosion to engulf more creatures.

Chris was sat in a police car, on his way to a night club where a situation was going down. The police didn't have much information on what was actually happening, all they knew was that people nearby had reported a disturbance and that they had two officers down. Chris was in the area anyway so he hitched a ride in a patrol car. As they arrived at the nightclub Chris would instantly be able to tell that something was seriously wrong, his first clue was the fact that there was freaking smoke coming out from the entrance! Had someone set a fire in there?

Chris would go on ahead, making his way down the stairs and passing by the downed officers with a grim look on his face. When he finally got into the room he would take a good look at what was going on "What the hell!?!" Chris usually had a pretty cool and calm demeanour, but stumbling upon such a chaotic scene shocked even him.

Thankfully he recovered from that shock pretty quick and sprung into action, using superhuman leg strength to kick off against the ground and cross the distance between himself and Ren and the woman with the cybernetic arms. After landing he would immediately grab one of the blob creatures by its tentacles and throw it at a small group of them, knocking them down like bowling pins "No time to explain, I'm here to help" he would explain simply to Ren and the woman, before preparing to fight.

In the back storage room, there was an unusual occupant of a night club. Among the moldy boxes and forgotten decorations sat a teenaged boy, feet up on a box, arms crossed, head bowed in a deep sleep. He seemed to be having a nightmare, visions of some terrible fate, his face grimacing and recoiling in a trance he couldn't awaken from. All of a sudden there was a bang, a pistol being discharged. The young man's eyes opened, as though ripped open by the strings of fate. No. He could sense the evil growing around this place. No, not growing. It was here.

The back door of the club blasted open towards the night club, as if the god Hephaestus swung his mighty hammer, the wooden door splintering and engulfed in flame, followed closely by the entirety of the dance floor. The flames would last all of about 10 seconds, but would cling to organic matter, hopefully doing some damage to these creatures. From behind the flames emerged the son of Merlin, clad in black armor, a long black trench coat, and a black and white harlequin mask. He was adjusting a pair of red gloves, pulling them below his wrists.

"I don't know who you are, but I suggest you leave, lest you awaken the wrath of the Ambrosius bloodline."

"I'mma hold ya to tha'. Friends call me Roxxy," Roxanna introduced herself as Ren continued to set the place on fire. Her boss' boss was not gonna be happy about the property damage... though after tonight, she was seriously gonna look for a new line of work. She didn't get paid enough fighting tar monsters. She was getting ready to start throw herself into more of the creatures, when reinforcements arrived both from some dude that could hit things good, and... some edgelord she had seen hanging around more often with some of the Three Oni. "Wha'ya fostering about? You having us on or something? We gotta get people outta here," Roxanna barked back at the other new comer.

"Oooh, now THIS is more like it. So much better than the garbage we've been playing with~" the voice ignored Ren, but now Roxanna seemed to react. In fact, the voice was speaking to everyone still in the night club now.

"Keep yer eyes open!" One of the cops that came in after Chris barked to the others as one was radioing for The MRO.

Not too unexpectedly, more of the black creatures seemed to crawl out of the woodworks- mostly from the strip section in the back. These ones had "clearly" defined feminine figures, and the same expressive pale white "faces." They also for one reason or another seemed to have taken the stripper poles out as some more shooting erupted on the second floor between the gun totting monsters and the last pocket of resistance, a few stragglers moving and taking aim from the second floor planning to shoot down on everyone. The officers wasted no time and preemptively opened fire, shooting at the other gunmonsters and the... stripper monsters. The latter nimbling dodged out of the way, using the poles they carried to get some distance and go after both the cops AND the gathered group of would-be heroes.

"Go ahead murder machine, kill em all. Otherwise we'll turn them on you as well~" The Voice cooed in Ren's head, trying to goad him in trying to shoot his allies.

Roxanne would intercept the first one, grabbing their pole and immediately decking her in the face hard enough to make the body fade into dust. "Now I'm hearing shit, fanfuckingtastic!" Roxanna growled in reference to the voice from earlier, not its conversation with Ren as she started to go to town on the other monsters trying to overwhelm them. "Oi! Edgelord! Give us a hand will ya?" Roxanna barked as a pole thwacked her hard on the head, and the attacker immediately felt the full unbridled fury of an Irish Woman scorned before being punched right into a couple of its friends.

"You don't need to help them, they're not worth your precious time. But they're gonna turn on you sooner or later~" The Voice that spoke before now spoke to Prospero silkily.

"You... hmmm what makes you tick 'Hercules?'" The Voice then purred to Chris, and he would feel something creep into his mind as if looking for something in particular. The Music would change tracks again, and if anyone in particular was observant, they'd notice that there was defintiely "something" acting as a DJ. Was hard to see but something... wiggly was definitely there.

Once Ren got the internal notification that his damage was healed, he would stand up straight, take the rag out of his pocket, and clean the creatures' fluids. Looking between the new people who have shown up Ren would turn to the strong man "you wanna help get to were the living are that still fighting im going to search the dance floor for anyone wonded that cant make it out by themselves by these creatures and kill them myself....its grim yes but the problem is anything that dies by these creatures will turn into them." Ren stated to the group.

Ren looks to the man in full armor. "Buddy i think your a little early for the renaissance festival. and yeah shes been talking to me as well over the corse of this whole thing." After seeing the stripper creature beam Roxxy in the head he would think in his head *not gonna lie id still tap that* before reloading the plasma pistol and gunning down the creature.

"I'm Renagade im not exactly liked by the three oni's after recent activities; however, if we want to survive, we need to work together find were these things are most gathered at and hit that hard at the moment though its best we regroup with the other survivors."
Ren would turn around to face Roxxy "you okay Roxxy, also do you know if theres armory were i can rearm at i dont have much ammo for this plasma pistol left."

Mere seconds after his own entrance another individual would make their appearance, a masked man clad in black who seemed to have quite a flare for the dramatic given that he literally entered by walking through fire and making a dramatic proclamation. Still, if he was going to help them then he could be as camp as he wanted for all Chris cared. Chris leaped at one of the blobs and threw up an uppercut at it's face, blowing a good chunk of the upper part of its body off.

Chris then suddenly heard a mysterious voice in his head saying that 'this is more like it', he frankly had no idea what the voice was or what it was talking about, but he had bigger problems to deal with right now. As the stripper blobs made their appearance Chris would turn to face them, as one came at him and swiped with a pole Chris would simply let it strike him so that he would be close enough to counter with a punch of his own that obliterated the humanoid blob.

As he fought off blobs one of his newfound allies said something rather disturbing; that he had been killing wounded people so that they wouldn't join the ranks of the blob monsters. While that method was indeed practical it didn't sit right with the young hero "You didn't have to kill them, you could have saved them. You could have protected them." Though as much as he didn't like it he didn't really have time to argue with him.

Chris would focus on demolishing any of the blobs that got within arms reach of him and the group, though as he did so he would also keep an eye out for anyone that looked like they might need his assistance in case Ren got to them first.

While he did so he would get distracted by that voice in his head again who identified him by his codename somehow, then he felt something creeping through his head. If this thing could read his thoughts then perhaps he could talk back to it somehow, so he would say "I'm busy, leave me alone" in his head, in hopes that whatever was communicating with him got the message.