A spirit floats through the air, blank-faced and white entirely. The shape of the thing is vaguely human, save for the fact its body is all too long, the arms twist about wildly without any bones, and there are no legs given it has no need. Upon spotting one of the fliers about, it would begin wandering toward the building. "Test subjects huh... Wonder what kinda stuff this is? Guess I've got nothing better to do than find out for myself." Being dead gives you all too much free time, and upon reaching the door he'd simply float through it casually. Assuming Evolt had no affinity for spotting the spectral then the ghost would float around till finding him, and suddenly 'appear' behind the man. "So, what kinda tests even happen in a place this huh pal?"

Another fellow spies the flyers and decides that it would be a good idea to get a job as well, his typical job was out of question, and his teammates would probably appreciate it if he wasn't running around trying to find things to stab, when he finally arrives at the place he knocks three times on the door before muttering to himself. Hopefully I can do this without casualties. I do wonder what we will do though. Thinking about it, PK looks around and grows a little suspicious of the area, it isn't exactly that safe looking, but he's gotten through worse. After adjusting the sheath at his waist he stands straight and awaits an answer

A young boy would walk through the night in dead silence. He was confused as to why he was here and more importantly, why he was alive. In one hand he carried a bloody knife. He couldn't recall why he had it or where it came from but he felt it was important. With nowhere to keep it, he simply held it in hand, trying to wipe the blood off but it almost seemed like the knife was stained with it. His face all the while remained dead pan. Most boys his age might've been nervous about such a thing as a blood-soaked knife but he seemed oddly calm about it as if it was nothing unusual. He would finally come across the flier and door. He was curious about it but almost apprehensive about approaching it. The world seemed to grow darker around him as suddenly strange shadows seemed to follow him, moving around him with no real rhyme or reason. They seemed to laugh at him, mocking him. He reached into his pocket and pulled from it two blue pills that almost looked unnaturally bright in color. He would slide the pills into his mouth just as his body began shaking and swallowed. After a few minutes, the shaking would stop along with the visions. He would return to his usual blank stare as he knocked on the door three times.

All the ghost would end up finding is a dank room lit by a solitary hanging light. It careens from side to side as a gust of wind passes through the barren room. As the light swings slowly back into place, it rests upon a pristinely upholstered chair resting on an elevated platform. Aside from that, the room is empty. "The kind of tests that don't really do much for the dead, or people who can't read signs." A deep, almost distorted voice rings out across the room, the source seems to have no physical location. Its echo dies down gradually, and inevitably leaves the room in the same state of eerie silence. "Now try not to get all scary, we've got guests!" The door makes a clunking sound as it unlocks, and begins to slowly turn open. The stale air smells of rust and dust. The newcomers get a sight of the chair with the dangling light. A mist begins to amass inside of it. As the mist dispelled with a gust of warm summer air, a blast of steam erupted from behind the chair. "Good to see some people can still read, that's no bonus points to getting hired, but literacy is very valuable these days!" The steam ceases erupting and a figure in crimson stands in its place. The figure has an industrial theme, with pipes and wires protruding from various points. He holds a strange rifle over his shoulder. "I am a bit sad nobody's here for the dance lessons though."

PK enters without a word for now, the situation he put himself into was.. Unsettling, a strange boy using drugs was apparently the other test subject and he could hear a voice seemingly talking to itself inside? Didn't help that the only person he could see in dim light was a masked person in red. You must be the person who gave out the flyers correct? I've been told I should start with my name. Perfect Killer, you can abbreviate it to PK. Samurai, I make things stop moving.

The boy would look up at the figure and then down at his knife. He almost seemed to be checking if this was real or if he was asleep right now but then he would recall that he just took the pills. None of this made sense, he wasn't even sure why he still had the damn pills in the first place or why there always seemed to be more in his own pocket. Was this just another nightmare but if so then... He would quickly try to clear his own head shaking it slowly for a moment as he would bring one hand to his head. He just had to roll with whatever end this might bring him too. He would once more look up at the figure with his usual apathetic expression. He would begin to speak in a tone equally matching his face. I'm here to be a test subject but I have a question. Is there a chance I could die in these tests? I'm looking to reach the end of...whatever this is...

"Sorry, I might be a bit more coherent than someone who just plays out a scene again and again, but I don't have the power to waste knocking on doors." The thing fades from sight once more, shrugging to itself as it looks over the new arrivals. Its voice would carry through the room as an echo, unseen yet present. "Eh, I wouldn't worry too much kid. Dying sucks and all but after a while, you can actually have some fun with it! Messing with people's way easier when you have no body, and can be unseen and unheard all the time..." He'd then pause for a moment, voice focusing and coming only from where he floats above them. Even as it grows concerned. "Well, if you get lucky anyway. If not, uh have fun acting out what killed ya again and again. Or just fading away for good..."

The figure in red raises the hand not holding the rifle, and snaps. The sound of whirring and a quiet hiss fills the room. Lights flicker to life one by one, illuminating a series of pods hooked into the wall. These pods are a stark contrast to the industrial room, as they are a pristine white. A deep blue light seems to emanate from within each pod. "Well, since you asked nicely, yeah. I'd say that you have a non-zero chance of dying. So long as you're in acceptable physical condition, you might make it through this!" Of course, the chair isn't for show, and the red man vaults over the chair and sits with his legs resting his feet on the arm of the chair. "Now we can go on about the details, but you fellas don't look to be that scientific. If you want to get in on this, choose a pod. Of course if you want an express procedure I'm more than willing to oblige!"

Russell would take a moment to look the ghost over. He definitely believed this to be a dream of some sort, a world created by the pills perhaps with new rules to follow or perhaps this was a consequence to consistently taking them. Perhaps to some extent, he was addicted to the drug now but what kind of future would that hold for him? He couldn't be sure, all he wanted now was a way to gain redemption through some means, even if that meant death. I've already acted out the opposite time and time again. It might be a nice change of pace... Russell would quickly move towards a pod, eager to move forward with this. He would choose the one closest to him with no concern for which it was.

Hrm.. PK stares at the pods, they seemed strange and out of place, in fact, everything here was out of place, the person running this, the location, it all seemed off and suspicious, this is what he signed up for though.. Perhaps an inquiry first. I may not be the smartest. But what exactly are we doing by stepping into those things? I wouldn't want to be the lamb walking into the slaughterhouse.

The ghost laughs at PK's words, smart cookie that one in terms of survival it seems! Of course, it's not an issue for him if these two live or die. "Well well, seems at least one of you isn't trying to get killed here huh. And I was looking forward to seeing if you guys left ghosts, might even be weak ones that I can use for myself!" More death is never an all bad thing for him, and life is after all entirely wasted upon the living. In the end, though, he's not nearly petty or stupid enough to actively try and kill. "Anyway, don't mind me too much kids. I'm just here to watch a show after all."

The masked man adjusts his position in the chair, leaning forward and resting his chin on his arms, which were stationed on his legs now. "I guess there's always at least one to waste time by asking questions. Here's a quick rundown: The pod locks, fills with a magic gas, and potentially turns you into a superman. Or in some cases batman. The latter isn't anywhere near as likely. Of course, this procedure proves fatal in cases where the subject is physically ill, weak, or I just don't like them. I'd say you've got a lot working in your favor Mr. Samurai. You've got to be in top physical form after all!" The man leans back, pointing a finger toward PK, making a gesture resembling a gun firing. "That is, if you're smart enough to not ask anymore questions!"

PK's eyes widen as he notices an incredible spooky ghost in front of him, odd how he didn't notice it, the answers they give though are.. Not exactly what he was looking for, looks like he walked straight into a trap, bleh, this is why he focuses on just fighting and leaves everything else to Maya, oh well. Looks like there is only one option now ...I see how it is, I shall let me blade do the talking the next time then. With that PK steps into the pod and closes his eyes, breath.. You'll get through this just fine with a bit of luck

The red figure claps in a snarky golf clap way. The pod opens, and a small puff of a mysterious gas rolls from within it. As the individuals climb inside their respective pods, the door closes shut on them, and the gas slowly begins filling the capsules. "I'm glad you folks came to your senses! You know, I like to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, well, by my hand after all!" Russel would begin to feel a burning pain, first building in the lungs, then as the gas completely submerges him, it feels like a stabbing sensation is flowing throughout the body. PK on the other hand, would find himself breathing clean air. The gas in PK's chamber seems to be only water vapor tinted by the blue light. PK's pod opens, but Russell's remains sealed shut. The gas continues pouring into the pod. "Oho, Mr. Samurai! Looks like you lucked out, unless you wanted excruciating pain, if so, tough luck! I thought for a joke I'd swap one of the pods for a sauna, but I think the heating element broke in transit. Too bad, I guess..."

PK steps out of the pod slightly confused, wasn't something supposed to happen to him? Very confused he looks around for answers and notices that the kid was still in the pod, and Evolt was explaining what was going on Hm? What happens now? I would like an answer before I cut something in half.

Evolt stretches his arms and cracks his neck before bothering to answer PK's question. He waggles his finger in disapproval. "Patience... You'll get your share of cuts, or cutting. Really that all depends on how much of your samurai claims were just talk. Basically that pod is about to pop open, and judging from experience something that wants you to be at least 94% less alive is gonna stroll right out." He pulls a clear, plastic looking capsule from behind him, and throws it at PK. "Either you die, or that monster, a Smash, gets taken down a couple notches. If you want the kid inside to die, just hand the bottle back, but I'm operating under the assumption that you'll at least try to play the hero." Almost with precision timing, Russell's conscious begins to fade, all semblance of self drowning in a deep, black abyss. The boy's only remaining thought is one word. Destroy. A particular desire for the destruction of life, really. His form remains stable until the pod opens with a brief blare of an industrial siren. After that, he takes the shape of a stark white figure adorned with slender blue protrusions. "Oho, a Needle Smash! Try not to get all too accustomed to having your structural integrity intact!" Russell's abilities have been augmented to fit the form of the Needle Smash. Those pointy bits aren't for decoration! The arm needles have the ability to extend roughly two feet, mainly for slashing and stabbing. The back needles serve as a protective weapon, mainly to protect against slippery targets.

The ghost sighs as he looks at this... Thing in front of him. He's been both alive and dead long enough to not be bothered by all that much, but the living ain't meant to look anything like that. Even so, no sense letting it show. "Oh ho! I see you've got a good show lined up tonight Mr. Mad Science, hmm... Guess I might as well help ya out eh sword boy?" He'd shrug and begin looking around the room more closely, need to find an object to use... Or failing that, might try and mess about in the kid's body. No telling what attempting something that crazy would do with him in such a state. Besides, that'd just be too much effort!

PK looks to Evolt and listens intently while catching the white bottle and pocketing it. Looks like he's playing hero, not usually his job, but he might as well do it. Right when the boy exits the capsule PK draws his blade in a flash and faces his opponent. ... Understood. You shouldn't be harder than a dragon. When the boy extends the needles and runs forward, PK tries to dodge to the right before bringing his blade down and trying to cut their hand off to disarm his opponent.

PK stares back as well, while frightening, PK wasn't scared of their gaze, he's faced the end of the world and the things that destroyed it. PK's sword gets deflected off its mark and instead slides off somewhat harmlessly, however the strike that went for his shoulder hits hard and deals a fair blow to PK, with this he backs off by jumping a fair distance away before spinning around and causing a tornado to form from how fast he moves, with a slash the tornado gets sent to the smash before it tries to shred it. Nngh.. you hit my sword arm...

Hmm... Taking over the spooky-ass monster is a bad plan, the blade of the fighter doesn't seem safe either. And while tossing the Samurai some ghostly powers via minorly invading his soul might be useful, most people aren't fond of it. "Hope that you're keeping an eye on the railing Needle boy, otherwise ya might fall over!" Handrails aren't the most mobile of things by default, but ectoplasm in a large enough amount can cause things to act how they in no way should. And after the specter vanishes into part of the handrail it would glow with a faint ghostly light, tearing itself away from the main body and forming into a single 'arm' with a heavy spiked ball at the end. In moments, it'd begin rushing toward the Smash's skull and trying to slam in... Clumsily, while being tossed off course by PK's tornado. On the other hand, if nothing else the thing would fly near its target as ghostly laughter rings through the building.

The ghost's makeshift weapon suddenly loses its glow, rushing toward the Smash with one final toss as the ectoplasmic spikes along it suddenly fall away. "The grave's chill, or something like that what the hell do I know!" He'd chuckle and rush into the ice left behind by PK, just as promised it takes on an even greater chill and chunks of it left behind by the man's attack behind begin floating through the air. They'd float up and over the thing, then just as suddenly turns to deathly cold water that rushes down onto the foe's head, before attempting to freeze itself solid. "Wonder if a 'Smash' or whatever even needs eyesight? Guess we'll find out now, maybe."

...I'm ending this... Exhaust unleash, Sakura Cyclone... With the smash vulnerable to him, PK pulls his blade out as a blue aura surrounds him, providing him with strength as he rushes in and strikes straight across the smash in a lunge before spinning around and lunging, again and again, striking in a star shape pattern before doing a backflip above the smash and attempting a dropkick with the rest of the aura before jumping off and taking a deep breath. Hopefully, that does it...

A chance to put an end to this idiocy, the ghostly figure appears once again... For a moment anyway, before rushing straight into PK with a grin on its face. With that, the man would hear a voice in his head. "Sup, try not to freak out too much would ya? I'm not here to take over your body... Too much effort." PK's blade would suddenly begin glowing with an odd colored white, ectoplasm taking shape around the weapon and suddenly lighting itself into a flame in moments, a flame with the shape of a man burning inside it oddly enough. On the other hand, the added heat would likely cause his strikes to deal even further harm as the flaming blade flies their foe. Finally, the star-shaped pattern would light up in a large explosion with a scream of anguish and the sound of someone turning to ashes. With that, the specter returns to its usual spindly legless form and simply watches their foe curiously. "Huh. wonder if we overdid it... Oh well, I'm just not too worried about it in the long run!"

PK approaches the charres body with the strange bottle he was given and looks at it very confused, fiddling with it before opening it accidentally and stealing the essence away from the smash, with the essence in the bottle he shrugs before throwing it to the kid. Eh. I've got no use for this. Keep it kid. You probably deserve it after dealing with the battle. PK then returns to the spooky ghosts and bows slightly, looks like he helped him out back there, it's good to pay respects after all, especially after the power boost he was given Thank you strange creature. I'll be sure not to swing my blade at you in the near future.

Evolt seizes the bottle mid-flight, sighing with drooped shoulders. "I don't know why you'd think giving the KID the bottle was a wise decision, but I'll leave that at heightened adrenaline lowering brain capacity." He looks toward Russell, a curious glint piercing his visor. He pats the kid on the shoulder. "Good work, but your numbers leave something to be desired. 1.8. You'll be a little forgetful of, well my guess is your entire life! Give it a couple days, you'll be right as rain!" That'd matter if Russell was conscious, that alone would take a few minutes. He mainly said this to keep the weirdo off his case. He'd later inform Russell of his situation, but for now cleaning house was a bit more on the agenda. "Well, I can't say you weren't helpful, but try to remember who's running this show. One wrong move with this... and he goes right back on his rampage. Rinse. Repeat. Of course, eventually his body'd break down from the exertion and then he'd die. For realsies! So I won't say you aren't welcome, but next time you swing around you might be in his shoes."

It would take a moment for Russell to get up and even as he did he felt a numbness in his mind as everything seemed hazy. He could barely remember his own name let alone anything else. "Forgetful? I see...I'll just have to wait a while then..." Despite his loss of memory Russell still acted with an unusual calmness and an emotionless expression. It was as if he was a stranger to feelings such a concern or worry. Inevitably though his body would begin shaking once more as the world around him seemed to grow darker. The laughing shadows would once again move across the walls in the corners of his eyes. Before he even knew what was happening he would pull a pair of blue pills out of his pocket and force them down his own throat. The shaking would soon subside as he returned to his blank stare.