You See What Had Happened Was...[OPEN]

Vladimir was laying in the hospital bed in his casts. he was about to get them removed but he still felt some phantom pains. along with that he was quieter then usual more reserved one would say. He was sort of zoned out as they started to take off his arm cast. He was remembering the person who put him in this cast. As his vision faded he remembered he was standing in the hallway looking for his locker so he could store his books when it happened. He was dressed in the school uniform with a few changes like his tie and pin being changed to his personal logo. His logo was a white grim mask with two blue and red blade through it.

As if this body was not stained in enough blood, had not given enough grief, had not stolen enough souls. Yet another had come to pass through the Don's path and yet again they had fallen short of the challenge. The boy crouched over the victim, almost sitting upon his stomach as he watched the light slowly leave his eyes. Well, what was left of his eyes... and what was left of the light.

He shifted the woman's chin, respect for the dead was lost entirely upon him. What was dead was food and parts, to be salvaged by whomever could grasp them.

She wasn't exactly an awful one, he had consumed far uglier in fact. Whether or not they tasted better was up for debate, but this woman's perfume... it had soured his taste for sure. He allowed for her jaw to drop open, looking on at broken teeth scattered throughout. The bloodied gums left in their wake. He was hoping his punch would have done a little more than that. Then again, this body had been through far too much.

He finally dropped down onto her, getting a good look at his anorexic hands.He watched as the bones straightened and bent. It would not do. This body couldn't last too much longer, could it? The scars on all sides and the pit in his stomach told him otherwise. Fractures ravaged a majority of his earthly body, clicking on occasion... he hated those clicks. Those click, click, clicks...

He found himself recalling something rather fondly as he lightly grasped the woman's deep purple hair, toying with it alike the elderly would a beloved cat. Making sure no part went untouched, making sure she was satisfied.

Her youth did remind him of the school quite somewhat. This one had to be what, early twenties? Late teens? Certainly stopped growing... couldn't find any spots. Regardless, the feeling of youth and health... it must have been nice. Those at and going to the school were abnormally healthy, being hunters in training. Their flesh must have been nice... the potential however had been withheld from him. He had let his new-found freedom overcome him only a few weeks into receiving it. Loosing the chain that attached him to the police.

He had been flung from the academy late one night... he remembered it, not fondly... but remembered it. He was walking down the hallway, Ragnarock loosely handing on the belt at his waist, and a small strawberry ice-cream in hand. Admiring a specimen as he tended to his locker.

Vladimir had finally found his locker. so as he put in his combination he had started to put his books away along with grabbing his weapon. This was to get ready for a training session something he did in his free time to just keep up with his physical training. He took out his gauntlets and put them on. He was going to start working on firing shots of his sembalance. but as it looked it seemed that idea was too far away with his control. As he mused this one could have easily ambush him depending on their approach. But even he wouldn't go out with a fight. With his hands currently occupied he muttered a few curses trying to get them on so he could get the training session started.

He continued to shovel the small tub of ice-cream into his mouth, slowly wandering forward, mind hardly functioning. The male before him... no, he didn't really matter too much. The Don's feet slowly tripped forward, right and left and right and left and right and oof-

The don fell straight forward, the small tub of ice-cream being thrown forward. With a light grumble and a growl Errante rose, searching the floor for his sugary treat... only to find the tub at the feet of the blonde haired man.

This was all his fault...

He deserved to be punished for his crimes...

A heavy metal sword was drawn, icy blue eyes locked onto blonde locks. The sound of heavy leather boots with iron soles pounded as the purple haired boy dashed forward, sword lashing out to knock the faunus' rib-cage in as he ran past. He took a good few more steps before coming to a staggered stop, spinning around, and bringing his sword up to his mouth.

Ready to continue this fight and earn a meal.

Vladimir had finally found his locker. so as he put in his combination he had started to put his books away along with grabbing his weapon. This was to get ready for a training session somehing he did in his free time to just keep up with his physical training. He took out his gauntlets and put them on. He was going to start working on firing shots of his sembalance. but as it looked it seemed that idea was too far away with his control. As he mused this one could have easily ambush him depending on their approach. But even he wouldnt go out with a fight. With his hands currently occupied he muttered a few curses trying to get them on so he could get the training session started. But now that he looked at the man he was fairly sure this man might not be one of his fellow students. he currently had his weapons and a few books left in his hands. taking care of the books with a toss to the side he put his weapons on and activated them with a simple flick of his wrist. his gauntlets now covering his hands similar to gauntlets and mma gloves.