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[h1][center][color=royalblue]Rufus[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Rufus could say with clear mind and heart that he enjoyed a spot of chaos. When everything was in flux, certainty was dashed, and the future could be determined by the slightest stroke of fortune and decisive action. Hostages were saved by a narrow margin, a bird of flame swooping away before a pumpkin of all things arrived months past Halloween to reek its revenge upon the world. Old men fell and broke more then just their gun from a slip of their footing. 

And Rufus, well, he lost a hand because a shiny rock seemed worth the trouble of picking up. 

The sound of police sirens and roaring flames did wonders for drowning out the screaming of a hobo, all eyes turned towards the over a baker's dozen arsonists dragging out near dead girls from a building cooking off with further exploding rocks. A stream of expletives spilled freely as he buried his face in the snow and groaned miserably. 

[color=royalblue]"Oh ho that sucked."[/color] He tasted copper as he uncurled himself, a sting across his tongue telling him he'd bitten it severely in his surprise. Looking at the stump, flakes of rock crusting the edge, his gaze narrowed seeing them seeming to try and grow further upon him. [color=royalblue]"No, I took my damage. Now come my I-Frames, universe."[/color]

A portal snapped over his wrist and closed just as quickly, in a blink a further inch of his arm was gone to places unknown without a blink on his part. The eldritch horror rolled his eyes and stood, snow sloughing from his cloak while he focused upon the warehouse proper. Before him fell cadavers, the corpses of girls now turned Yurei flopping lifelessly in-front of him. He was quick about it but hadn't cared if the DHA noticed or not. What with a pumpkin monster, the cops, and everything else going on he doubted anyone would have counted the corpses. 

[color=royalblue]"Looks like your cold cases are going to stay on ice, ladies, but I need my hand more then you need graves. Heh, not like your spirits are going to rest anytime soon, but hey, if I see any Yurei, I'll dust 'em for you, cause I'm just that considerate, oh ho!"[/color]    

And so the hobo sent his meal to his happy little home and staggered back through the alleys, eyes keen and remaining hand clenched with bloody minded intent.