The Joker is Wild

It had been a while as far as he could tell since his clan was slaughtered. Faking his death was a rather effective method, the demons considered him decomposed and dead. Those Quincy savages thought so also, he leaned against a wall in a small town. It wasn't hard to keep giving these brain dead losers the slip. They seemed intent on fighting him, but strategic withdraws were leading him further and further. One time he tricked them with reality instead of an illusion. People were predictable and did tend to bite things. He'd spread them out and picked them off one by one. He was starting to feel like his old man, it was a disgusting feeling. Dirty assassinations and such crappy methods.But the reality was simple he couldn't fight them all at once. His old man's name made things more problematic. Couldn't involve his mother or gramps in this stupid thing either. So, in short, it was best to make them think they saw things. The reality was the Unabara's dumb past was causing problems. His crimson eyes lingered on the distance. Evolution was required at this point, his father's stupid choices bit them over and over. Now he'd heard rumors the Pale Rider was on the loose. What sort of bullshit did he cause now, that dumb asshole? Gramps was safe along with the Kyoraku clan. So that handled itself well, not that he liked playing dead. He'd lead them on a chase that went far and was something of a witch hunt. He'd used people as bait and even made things difficult. For example where he was watching was a bolder that wasn't there. He'd changed the surroundings to fit his needs, the rocky landscape, and the other ones. It worked out well enough in terms of an illusion. He ran his hand through his white hair as he sighed softly. Couldn't involve the bystanders trying to live in peace here. So what was the best method, he crossed his arms contemplating many things? First how much he wanted a double quarter pounder with cheese. Second, if both Tetsu and Tsu-chan made it out in one piece.

Tactically speaking he doubted it, dividing and conquering wouldn't be wise with those two. Strategically speaking his clan specialized in disappearing from sight. Damn this was a troublesome plan in terms of the long term. This would require some drastic planning to make his final stand here. The question was what to expect from the enemies who came beforehand. Shinsui rubbed his chin as he observed them blending in. It wasn't a difficult task really to stay hidden as they asked people in town. They needed a bit of a bait he smiled a bit and dusted himself off. His eyes looked around, the question was how to deal with them. He couldn't make the people in the town suffer needlessly. They were subject to illusion since the conditions were met. So he just needed to set his pieces carefully. Adjust the board a bit and take care of it. Five of them in total, it wasn't too bad a situation. He could potentially trick them away. His eyes looked at a couple livestock and traveling animals. Those would do nicely for what he had in mind.

He just appeared to be sitting there to anyone else, but those who couldn't see through the boulder or were bound by illusion saw nothing. It did seem like a lot of work to kill five demons pretending to be shinigami. The last remnant of the former Danava of Pretend's little forces. It was going to be interesting seeing the conclusion of this game. He sat puzzling on his next move, the wind was blowing favorably for him after all.