Insane Like a Fox[Yaksha/???]

"Welp. This one is about to go down in history, one way or another. Let's give them a good show."

Yaksha had dipped his toes in a few times up to now, allowing himself to get a sense for how the barrier surrounding Karakura Town worked, and to gauge its potency in general. By now, while he couldn't say that he was operating anywhere near full capacity within city limits, he could reasonably say that he'd be able to maintain a comfortable lead over those hoping to subdue or capture him, by sheer testicular fortitude, and the element of surprise. The city had advanced a great deal in time, and had been able to create any number of contingencies. Dozens of the greatest minds had all combined their efforts to create contingencies for any plan any sane mind could think up. All the same, something told Yaksha they would have no idea how to move forward after what he had planned.

Once more, his gigai had been left at a secure location; instructions were left with a few people, to ensure that it would be safely disposed of before it could be used to ill effect by anyone else. He had come carrying only a single object with him...and it was something so hideously anachronistic, something so out of place, that he was almost concerned it would be confused for a weapon at first. But that would be fine; he had already expected the very moment he stepped into town his every action would be scrutinized closely. That suited his needs just fine. He had, in fact, armed himself with some of the most efficient weaponry he could devise for the plan today. And he was quite certain that, even if he failed, there would be no time to be upset over the result...or, in fact, to feel much of anything but giddiness.

"Ah...for all the bluster and bravado, for all my big talk, it's moments like these where I truly feel at peace. There's just something about doubling down on absurdity that I love so much. Perhaps I've picked up a bit of the madness everyone carries in that city. Who knows? All I can say is that I can honestly say I'll die without regrets if I do so today."

He took his first step into the town, just past the barrier. Once more, the prickling sensation, as if he had just had hairs on the inside of his skin stand on end, fell over him. And the barrier had, just as he'd hoped, ignored the object he'd brought with him completely. Why wouldn't it? It had grown outdated so long ago, no one would've EVER bothered to find out how it interacted with one of the greatest technological marvels of the modern society.

He took a few more tentative steps into the town, before picking up momentum, seeming to settle into a faint rhythm. He moved with increasing confidence, greater purpose, as he began to realize that this plan truly was something only he could've thought up. There was a beautiful simplicity to it, and yet in that selfsame simplicity there was something so complicated and subtle in the midst of it all. It was a contradiction of epic proportions, and Yaksha couldn't help but feel a smile come to his face as he thought of what would happen when he tried out what he was pretty sure hadn't been -ever- tried in the history of mankind. A feat few could lay claim to.

He reached upwards, pressing a finger against a plastic button, labelled with what looked very much like a triangle, on its side. As he did, one could see something inside spinning slowly, with an industriousness to it. And then, with a crackling sound, music sprang to life, from his shoulder. And from his feet. And from his mouth. And from the entirety of him, in fact. It seemed to emanate from his entire body, like he had turned into a giant speaker at some point. He looked down at his own body, then at the machine, and shrugged.

"Nanobots. Who can guess how those crazy things work? Okay...this one's for you. You know just who you are."

He inhaled, opening his mouth wide, allowing the surging tide of noise to wash over him, just as the vocals for the song on his shoulder began. It was a jaunty, pleasant song, something you could easily see yourself holding hands and singing together. Just...perhaps not with a ten-foot tall reptile monster, with a hole in the center of his chest.

Why can't we be friends~? Why can't weeee be friends?

The song could be heard for two or three city blocks, making it seem almost like someone had just set up an enormous concert in the middle of town, or like a band was marching down the street. Alas, only a single monster could be seen, walking down the street. One could even see him bobbing his head, and beginning to walk in time with the tune, as he did.