Life Must Be Hard As A Pimp [Blood//UWSC]

There were many types of assholes roaming around his main business area lately. Blood was almost certain stationing himself in Japan wasn't the best of ideas he's had in awhile, but he didn't care. The assholes were all taken care of eventually. Even if he had to send Luka to take care of it, or even if he had to do it himself. Although this time in particular was one he was sure he'll never forget. Some people just needed to know who he was, and how much they needed to fear him. Of course, his name didn't go around as much as it did when he first started up, and perhaps he was in need of a sort of update in how his business was taken care of, but that wasn't his problem. If you can't solve your problems with a rifle to your enemy's face, then how could you?

Sadly, blind threats didn't always work. And it was just one of those days where Blood didn't have Luka with him, which sucked. He had to clear out the fuckers himself. Working was far too hard for him to do, so when he heard the commotion happening in the front of his main headquarters, he decided to just do away with those involved. Apparently a man was ripped off by a whore of his, but that wasn't his problem. Blood took the hat with Tasse on it, knowing he had no intention of even talking it out, and went towards the front. When he got outside and took a good look at the man yelling at every person to exit, he noted a few key features of him. He was taller than Blood, Bulkier, and covered in tattoos. And by the looks of it, instead of complaining he could easily have strangled the bitch who ripped him off. That way he could have a few free fucks from her corpse to satisfy his needs instead of bothering Blood about it.

Blood took Tasse off the brim of his hat and rested her in his hand. He didn't feel like dealing with this shit. Tasse transformed from a small rose to a beautiful rifle that was just begging to be used. He took aim at the man, who then snapped his fingers. He of course had another plan than to complain all day. Five men came out from a van parked on the side of the street, holding one of his girls hostage. They demanded ransom, which was strange. It was as if they thought Blood cared about this girl's life. He removed his aim from the man and switched it to his girl, shooting an array of 'bullets' of air from Tasse, hitting the man behind her as well. They both became limp and fell to the ground, likely dead. Pools of blood swarmed them and that confirmed both of their deaths to him.

"If ya think you can get money out of me from some disposable whore, then you are sadly mistaken." He turned his aim back to the man it originally was on, "Now, if ya want to live, you'll follow me inside" Blood walked into his building, with the five remaining men following him as well. He lead then to the helicopter pad on the roof, commanding them inside with Tasse pointed at them. A pilot was up there waiting for him, prepared to take him anywhere he pleased. Blood ordered the man to take him to Sealand, which seemed like it would be a pretty long flight. And he was correct. There was a a point where he fell asleep in his fancy white helicopter, but no one bothered to wake him until they were landing. The pilot awoke him, but Blood didn't feel like moving anymore.

Blood called the people in his strip club, commanding then to send out muscular gimps and a long golden couch. They didn't take very long to come out of the entrance and make their way to the helicopter where Blood was resting, which was good. He didn't like waiting, and would have to kill some more people if they did shit wrong. He wasn't in the mood today. Blood laid on the couch and ordered the men to follow him inside in a straight line, pointing Tasse at them, prepared to shoot them if they got out of the line. However, just as he was about to enter the elevator, he saw a curious looking green haired man. Blood was sure he saw a video of this man wrecking havoc on New York, but he was sure he wasn't the only one there.

"Take these men to the training facilities. Allow no escape" Blood addressed his pilot, who complied and took the men down. "I've seen ya before. What brings you to these parts? Here to destroy my club?" He smirked at the last part of his sentence, hinting he saw a very incriminating video. Tasse transformed back into a rose, which he placed back on the brim of his hat. He sat upward on his long golden couch and patted the cushion beside him. "Sit down, stay awhile. What did ya come for?" He wanted to be on this man's good side. Blood knew this man knew how to handle himself from what he saw, so having to fight him would probably not be in his best interest. On top of that, it would probably destroy the entrance to his strip club. He didn't feel like repairing it, so the people inside would likely die, and he'd be out hundreds of workers.

Blood was at least glad to hear that this man wasn't openly out to ruin his business. It would be a shame if his club was destroyed so soon. Although he would love to admit.. It would be pretty funny to see the pain and struggle in everyone's face as they desperately tried to get to the surface while not all of them will make it. The best part of it would be him making their families and friends fish their bodies out of the sea. Yes... That was definitely something he could do if he ever got tired of his club. Of course, If was the main word of it. Blood decided to take note of this thought. He pulled out his phone and rested his legs back up, setting his legs on the lap of the man on the couch with him not even minding his personal space. Blood waved his hand to the men carrying the couch as he typed his memo to destroy everything. It was going to be quite the long elevator ride down and he didn't want to forget his next plan.

The two men set the couch down in the elevator and left it, pushing the button on the way bottom before leaving them alone. Blood was certain he didn't pay much attention to what this green haired man was saying after his confirmation of not destroying everything, but he was sure it had something to do with his office. Perhaps a business deal, or maybe this man was offering to become a worker. Either way, they were heading down. Sadly, it was a very long way down, so he had to get acquainted with this man somehow. Luckily since the button was pressed to go to Blood's office, there wasn't going to be any extra stops. It was designed to go directly to his place. Everyone else would have to wait. There were three other elevators in the entire place, as well. So it wasn't hindering anyone in their way to go up and down. Blood loved this feature on the elevators. He designed them specifically for that feature.

Blood spent a few moments on his phone, browsing the funny images on a site, but the images sadly weren't funny. He had seen a lot of them before, so it was kind of depressing. Although it dawned on him that he wanted to get acquainted with this man. He couldn't do that by looking at pictures. Blood put his phone in his breast pocket and looked at the green haired man, stared at him. He wanted to get a good feel of what he was. But that got very boring, so he decided to speak up. "Sorry, but what are you here for again?" He didn't know if the man stated his intentions or not, considering he hardly paid attention, but he was going to get an answer now. Or at least he thought he was. He had spent a lot more time on his phone than he thought because they were already there.

"Right this way." Blood stood up from the couch and began walking down the long hall that led to his office, leaving the couch in the elevator for others to deal with. someone would pick it up eventually. Even if someone hadn't picked it up, Blood was sure he'd just go to a different elevator. He had at least four of them connected through different halls all leading to his large office. Blood walked through the doors and took a seat on the office chair near the desk in the middle of the very decorated room. He spun around in it while speaking to the green haired man once more, "State your business!" He continued spinning in is chair, not giving a flying fuck if the man thought he was strange or not.