<i>It doesn’t take long for a newcomer to arrive. A tall, black creature whose form seems almost wisplike. They have few features aside from their startling blue eyes, each like a roaring pig of fire. The being glides through the open doorway, wearing some sort of ancient, grey musketeer’s uniform with a lengthy blue cape. On their back is an old-fashioned musket. If one didn’t know better, they might think it a ghost. The creature looks over towards the back room and chuckles, amusedly, at the sounds.</i>

<i>The freeshooter was never quite sure why people ran upon seeing him. It seemed rather rude to him, but if they were a child, nothing could be done. If he were lucky, it would be an abnormality.. The man's hand briefly drifts to his gun, before he overhears Red. The others present seemed to offer him no interest, yet now the wispy figure's deep, gravelly voice could be heard. Something about it sounds... Off, not a noise one would expect humans to make, but then again, what said he was human.</i> Ve meet again mein Fräulein. Very vell, I trust you know ze rules. Ze rare times I go out on my own, I expect to be adressed as &quot;Herr Freis.&quot; No more, no less. Zou are to make sure to stand between ze target and I. So long as zese terms are acceptable, I vill refrain from my... Curiosity. <i>&quot;Herr Freis&quot;'s hand drifts to his gun as he steps back from the doorway. He seemed to have been adressing Red specifically, yet his eyes drift across all those present, from Izumi, to Nero, even to Rep, some sort of abnormality. Not a trace of compassion or remorse can be seen in his eyes, and he seems to be looking for some answer</i>

<i>Herr Freis grins from somewhere beneath his uniform, very nice, Red was usually very cooperative. Ze others, vell, not his fault if an accident ver to happen. Probably. After chuckling to himself, Freis watches Rep chase the child down the hallways. He knows little of the other abnormalities, but if the few he had seen is any indicator, he might be hearing Rep's screams soon. As much as he likes the idea, he can proably hear them from anywhere. Plus, with his magic gun, he doesn't even need to be in the same room as the others, so, Herr Freis begins to glide up ze stairs</i> Red, Mein Fräulein, if zu see an appropriately strong creature, call out a description and location. if you're lucky it might not be a problem. <i>With that, vague offer of assistance, the creature's cold eyes would dash over the rest of the group</i> Now, who among zu would like to act as my cover? Zer is no need for me to waste my time on some brat, I shall seek better entertainment <i>Without bothering to wait for a reply, Freis heads up the staircase for a better vantage point, or perhaps something interesting at least</i>

<i>A shadowy figure approaches the shattered mansion. Disappearances? Often the result of murder. If he's lucky, the freeshooter might even find some culprits remaining. Those who are watching may note they're having difficulty determining his precise shape, what stands out most are his simple, grey musketeer's uniform, blue cape, and the well-decorated musket slung across his back. He wouldn't deem to address any others present, instead the figure would seem to glide along the ground, and open the mansion door</i>

<i>The figure’s cold, soulless eyes bore into its opponent as it slowly brings the rifle off of its back. The creature points his gun almost lazily, not at his opponent, but at Rep</i> I wonder just how accurate zis is? I vas told it could never miss... <i>Thr figure pulls the trigger, sending one black musket ball towards Rep. moments before striking, the ball would curve away from him, towards the Reverse Yu instead. The ball passes harmlessly through any and all attempts to block, and damages not only body, but also soul of anything it hits </i>

<i>Almost as soon as it struck Yu, the bullet would seem to vanish, leaving him only with the impact wound. The rifleman himself simply drifts back silently, almost as though he were trying to buy time. He narrowly leans back in order for Yu’s kick to scrape by his face, leaving behind some feeling of dread, and hardly reacts as they fire a bulletproof into his uniform at point-black. There’s a clear hole in it, through which more of the creature’s wispy form can be seen. When M. Izanagai aims a blow at the creature’s back, the rifleman brings out a crooked, antique knife and slashed to meet the blow, if only for a moment </i> Try to touch my rifle again, I dare you. <i>What he was waiting for would soon become clear as the bullet whizzes back into existence, phasing through the Gym wall behind Yu. This time, it would aim to tear through his left shoulder, narrowly missing the rifleman’s own, before curving back aimed for Yu’s right</i>

<i>Freis briefly wonders if the upstairs simply hasn't loaded yet, regardless, the shadowy figure continues up the staircase to look around. Ze others can probably handly ze child just fine, he would seek far more... Interesting prey, especially if that vague danger rating proved to be true. Zer might be one of many entertaining creatures up the stairs, though one might question if he even knows what fear is anymore</i>

<i>The ghostly figure looks at Yu, eyes burning silently. He hasn’t tried the rifle in a while, and they don’t look as strong as his normal targets, he briefly wonders what they might summon. So the creature steps forth</i> Send out ze anomaly, and I shall... How do zu say it? “Suppress” Zem.

<i>Rather than push the bullet through the windstorm, the man would look at Magatsu Izanagi instead. After exiting Yu’s shoulder, the bullet would aim straight for Magatsu Izanagi’s heart. His focus shifts long enough for R. Yu to strike his rifle’s stock, chipping it...... There’s a short pause as the man just stands there, in utter disbelief that someone might try to harm it, the one thing he traded his life for. Then his eyes turn from a careless blue to a blazing, passionate red as he glares at Yu</i> I vas going to let zu live, but Zis insult... Zis.... I have no further Vords for you pest. <i>The man brings out his dagger again, now coated in the same wispy black substance as the rest of him, and lunges to stab Yu in the chest underhanded while his bullet keeps its course towards M. Izanagi’s heart. Both objects would harm not only the body, but the soul of any they struck, and thus are likely capable of harming personas. In addition, the bullet would harmlessly pass through anything out up to block it, such as M. Izanagi’s weapon</i>

<i>Herr Freis follows the others in, walking behind like Nero. He looks at the fluttering dress, and vaguely stares at it for a moment, lost in thought. After a moment, Freis clears his throat and notes, his voice sly and mischevious</i> No one has called me mein proper title yet. Since I so rarely vork with others, I appreciate any respect you might allow me. Othervise, vell, you know how dangerous such conditions may be. <i>Freis chuckles to himself and slowly puts one hand on the musket on his back, he's unsure if he's shot at any of these before, but it is the type of abnormality he's not entirely unaware of. If anything, Freis would wonder how effective his gun is on it, some have been known to survive a shot after all However, he vaguely looks up at the woman throwing around fire and dryly notes</i> Mein Fräulein, zou seem to be under ze impression that these things, how do you say it, &quot;die&quot;. Zis is rarely ze case for any thing vorth vorrying about. So do try not to hurt your teammates. However, I do appreciate your use of fire. Ze screams are often quite amusing.<div class='edited'>(edited by DerFreis)</div>