((I don't know where the f*** we are so here goes...*irritable sigh*

Neriis chugged the soda quickly and ended it with a loud sigh, then sucking in air, he frowned at the t.v. "What are we watching?" he asked, leaning forwards as if to hear the show more clearly.

Kasirn chuckled and looked over at Neriis. "We're watchin' some human fightin', or 'Wrestlin' " he said with a laugh, then turning back to focus on the t.v. screen.

Kasirn furrowed his brow then grinned wide and ear-to-ear. "Heheh...thats riiiight...." he growled, staring Jerico in the eyes before leaning forward and kissing him lightly. He stopped and looked at Jerico, PERFECT. "Y'should go check out y'er new disguise..." he cawed, rolling his shoulders.

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About Kasirns Abilities: He kissed Jerico because he has a certian ability to change the appearance of someone, and the only way to do so is by kissing and transfering his mutant mechanics. His concentration is well enough to change genders,reproductive organs,and voices/language. He switched Jerico into another appearance, as he did himself.

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Kasirn smirked "Yea' I know..." he huffed jokingly, looking over to see that a gas bomb had been thrown in. "Dam'n! Cops jus' don't know how'ta leave sh!t alone...!" he said, slowly drawing in a breath of the gas and then falling forwards onto his stomach, p*censored*ing out.

** Kasirns temporary look **

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Neriis quickly jogged up the stairs to his apartment, and opened the door, getting a quick long whiff of the gas. He froze up and his pupils went large, making his eye turn almost completely black but with a tight small ring of lime tinting around it. "Mmm..." he hissed, dropping his things inside as a few men came running down the hallway. Neriis turned slowly towards them and shifted into his mutant form faster than the bl
ink of an eye, running towards the men and slaughtering all of them. "Im gunna paint the fnckin' walls with yer dam'ned BLOOD!" he crowed with laughter, killing them all then running into the apartment and jumping out the window, sniffing out the group and turning the corner as if he weren't a half-dead looking mutant from a road-kill pile. "Well well well, we got a bunch 'a pnssies 'r what?!" he hissed, with a cackle.