Part 2: Silky Smooth
A drunken man in a beautiful silken, white and silver kimono, stumbles into a bar with a large gourd on his back. Under his arm was a trembling young man in a security outfit. "Bleez, please!" He cries. "There's Kaiju everywhere! We don't have time to stop for a drink!" Bleez chuckles as he flops into a seat at the bar, all eyes of the dozens of patrons locked onto him. "Just have a seat, kid." After a moment, the bar tender approaches the two. "What can I getcha?" He ask. The kid, still trembling, cocks his head in confusion. "Don't you know whats going on outside?!" He ask. The bartender shrugs and begins cleaning a glass. "Hey, Armageddon isn't stopping my hustle." Bleez laughs and places his hand on the kids shoulder. "Ease up!" He shouts excitedly. "Let's just have a couple drinks to calm your nerves and we'll head back outside."
The kid sighs and takes his helmet off, letting his long blonde hair drape over his shoulders. "Now what do you westerners drink?" Bleez ask. "I'm only use to saki where I'm from." The bartender squint in confusion and begins pouring up a shot of whiskey. "Try this." He says as he passes them both glasses. "Are you one of those easterners? Like the Crescent Moon Hunters?" Bleez clanks his glass to the kids and downs his shot, with a pleased grin. "Oh no sir..." he says, fidgeting with the kids helmet. "I'm much worse than that." The bartender shrugs and pours the two another round. The kid quickly downs both shots and turns to Bleez. "We need to get back out there. There's kaiju everywhere and we need to make sure people are safe." "Theres that confidence you needed!" Bleez quickly replies. "What do you know about the kinds of kaiju there are out there?" The kid shrugs. "What do you mean?" He ask. Bleez continues to fidget with the helmet on the bar counter. "Let's say..... immorta vessels?" A worried look falls over the kids face. "Those are the result of a Kaiju possessing a humans body, right?" He ask. "I've never actually seen one but I know they lose their kaiju like abilities to become humans." Bleez waves for another drink. "You're sort of right." He says as he downs another shot. "Immortal vessel's still retain abnormal physic, beyond that of peak human capabilities and what not, but they can't die unless you force them out of their bodies. Hence, immortal vessels. Nothing can kill them while they're inside. They'll just regenerate."
The bar keep brings the two another round. Bleez glances up at him, noticing the worried look on his face as he looks out at the patrons behind them. "Now kid." Bleez starts on. If you'd been locked up for decades, and was finally out on a night like this.... where would you go?" "Home." He quickly answers as he downs his shot. Bleez chuckles and takes his as well. "Thats because you're not an acoholic." He responds. "Yet." Bleez then taps the visor of the helmet, alerting the kid to the gathering, red eyed patrons standing directly behind them. The bartender slowly ducks down behind the bar, trembling in fear. The kid prepares to turn and attack the patrons but before he could, Bleez raises a single finger and with a twitch, every patron in the bar is torn to pieces.
"How the!......" the kid shouts in shock. Bleez turns toward the shredded crowd and takes another shot. "From the moment we opened that door, I could sense the bottled malice of everyone in here, except the bartender." He starts on. "Thats 37 'prisoners turned kaiju', that stole peoples bodies and came to a bar on their first night out of jail. I've been weaving hair thin thread around the room since the moment we walked in." The kid jumps back startled as he watches the chunks of scattered flesh, slowly start to regenerate. "THEYRE COMING BACK!" He shouts in terror. Bleez reaches back into his komono and pulls out a beautifully etched silver flute with a floral design and puts it up to his lips. "This is the tune of the immortal bane. The technique we use to force the kaiju out of their vessels." He explains. "If played while the target is currently in chunks....." He begins playing the tune and after a moment, all chunks of flesh began to bubble up and Poof into black clouds of smoke and ash. "They die instantly." The bar keep pokes his head up, terrified. Without hesitation, he rushes into the back room and flys back out with 3 crates of whiskey. "TAKE EM!!!!!" He shouts. "DEAR GOD YOU SAVED MY LIFE!!!!" Bleezs eyes light up as he leaps out of his seat, hugging the crates. "IS IT CHRISTMAS ALREADY?!"
