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Mission 7 - A Chance Meeting

Who: Anthony Sparado, Hajime Aikawa, Chinen Shou, and NPC mcfirestarter
What: Cleaning up some loose ends.
Where: Downtown Locke, couple of areas likely
When: December 1st, late afternoon/evening
Warnings: Violence, death, probably profanity.

Text: [The hurriedly typed address of a small bookstore somewhere downtown.]

Got a bite. It's show time, hope you're hungry.

Action: After the sting at Espresso Yourself things had fallen quiet again. By now quiet was worrying, instead of signalling peace and a break from madness Tony had come to associate the quiet with an impending shitstorm. With luck, and a good bit of skill, maybe he'd be able to cut this one off before things got unbearably messy. That was the plan, anyway.

Shou's contacts had given Tony a lead or two, and that coupled with his own ever increasing hunter's instincts he'd finally tracked down his quarry: The modified human that had been made to look like him.

After shooting a quick text to the both of them (he couldn't give them more time as much as he would have liked to) he began to move in. Storm clouds rumbled ominously overhead, briefly distracting Tony. Something about all of this was weirdly familiar, and unsettling. He adjusted the sword on his shoulder, shoved aside the anticipation causing a funny knot in his gut, and began to move in. Now he knew he spotted the guy around there somewhere. He couldn't have gotten too far, could he?

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Luca had seen some. Interesting and relatively impression transformations during his short time with the Mafia, his own included; he was a damn good chameleon mutation. It was nothing compared to what he'd witnessed; the only thing comparable to it at all were the whispered rumors of something like this happening to a captive at a warehouse formerly occupied by Albero.

He shook his head back and forth frantically, agreeing that he couldn't last a few blows and shouldn't be here. "You can just let me go," he offered. "I'll... I'll just run, and keep running, I'll leave Locke City! Whatever you want, just let me go, man..."

That would have been Tony, actually. The captive at the warehouse who hulked out and slaughtered his torturer as well as one (maybe two?) others who had foolishly gotten in his way before the effect faded. Now Shou was on the list of foolishness, because that display of bravado was taken as an insult and a challenge.

For the moment the other two were ignored, the enraged demon bearing down on the hissing vampire instead, slashing viciously with his claws as he lunged. Unnaturally fluid in motion, like ink traveling through water.

"Well, maybe he should have thought about that before he started shooting people!" The frustration was quite evident in Hajime's voice. Part of him wanted to go full-on Joker for this, but he didn't dare. His own monster instincts were already humming at Tony's transformation, and physically letting that monster loose would have only made things worse.

"So no, I'm not letting you go. Like I could trust you." Hajime held out his bow as though he were about to shoot. A couple of blue darts of energy shot out in Tony's general direction. It was partially a warning shot, partially to distract him from Shou.

"Stop that!"

He wasn't sure who he was snarling at - Hajime for the blue arrow things or Tony for his slashes at his chest. Shou twisted out of the way, feeling some skin part but knowing on a primal level that he wasn't hurt badly. He also was very well aware of the smell of blood - not Hajime, not under that suit of his, but that of the goon which was not a good thing. He didn't know what to do if he suddenly decided to attack the goon as well.

"Rider, get that guy outta here before things get messy!"

He didn't care if that guy got ate; he cared that some poor security guy sees a vampire feeding on some poor injured goon while a demon thing tried to kill them both.

Luca squeaked and ducked his head, covering his bugged-out eyes with his hands when Tony's claws lashes out at Shou. He flinched slightly as the energy darts whizzed forward uncomfortably close to his face, and he found himself, again, agreeing vehemently with Shou.

"Before things get messy, man!" He pleaded. "You guys can't just keep telling each other 'ladies first' here!"

Effective, if perhaps not the best idea on Hajime's part. The arrows succeeded in turning demon-Tony's attention to him as a more immediate threat than Shou, and he was prompt to round on the bugman in return. It seemed he was far less intent on outright slaughtering them as he was eliminating perceived threats.

Now he lunged for the new offender, and the poor lizard caught between them. But Tony was slowing, already his energy reserves were running low. Playing distraction ping-pong might just be a good way to avoid anyone getting killed here.

If that was what you wanted.

"It's a little late to worry about things getting messy!" Hajime snapped back at...Shou or Luca, one of them. But he was reluctantly rushing back towards the bike now that he'd drawn Tony's aggro, and he tossed Luca on the back as though he were handling a sack of potatoes he didn't particularly care about. He hopped onto the bike, revved the engine, and took off. Hopefully, Tony would follow him, and not Shou. He'd turn right back around if that weren't the case.

Edited (I am on a tablet, and typos are a thing, okay) 2014-12-08 15:54 (UTC)

"That's not what I mean!"

Hajime, don't make him try to explain, okay? He really did not want to be caught on film nomming some crook because people really don't need to see a vampire what with them being scared about their brains. But that was later as Tony goes after Hajime and the goon so Shou decided to go after him, jumping on him and digging in his nails and wishing that he was a little more badassed as some vampires in the movies and on the Network. It would make fighting a little more interesting.

Tony's lunge elicited a piercing shriek from Luca, who fairly curled into a ball at the sight of the imminent threat, trembling where Hajime dangled him. Then they were hurtling back toward the motorcycle, and Luca landed across the back of the bike with a loud "oof!" From there, they were moving too quickly for him to roll off and run, so he did the next best thing: he clung to Hajime with his arms and legs, piggybacking and clinging and sobbing into the bugman's shoulder.

Edited (Names) 2014-12-09 03:19 (UTC)

Too late, everything was a horrible mess and probably only going to get worse from here. The demon hadn't even considered following, in truth its function was to drive off potential attackers or eliminate them, not hunt them down. If Hajime wanted to flee that was going to be just fine. But then Shou was on his back, nails scarcely piercing the armored hide of the creature but even so was annoying enough to gain his attention. He reached back with clawed hands aiming to grab Shou and throw him off.

It wouldn't last long now he just had to survive long enough to get away...

Hajime hadn't been expecting the thug to get quite so clingy, and this elicited a startled burst of profanity in the horribly inhuman monster lanuage he'd gotten back. It was for the best that no one around could readily translate.

Heedless of the quivering mass of thug that was clinging to his back, Hajime pulled another wheelie on the motorcycle and whipped it around in a flashy warhorse-like manner. At least Luca clinging to his back was no longer in between him and Tony now that he'd turned to face his friend head-on. "Last call for a rescue, Shou." Hajime just didn't like the idea of running, but at least he was being stopped from a crazy head-on charge.

The squeak that came from Shou's lips was at that high pitch level he usually reserved for his cross-dressing moments, but it was clearly warranted as he was flipped through the air and landed in a heap against some garbage cans. He twitched for a second, giving his mind a chance to catch up before pushing himself from the debris and pulling his lips back from his teeth. Yes, it would be a smart move to run for it since he was not at the same level as the demon-Tony, but who ever said that Shou could be smart? Besides, he wasn't going to leave Tony.

"Just go, Rider. I'm not leaving him to collapse by himself."

Luca only clung tighter when the bike rose to a startling incline, curling tightly, resembling a quivering lizard-thug shaped backpack as the bike hit the ground again. So Hajime wasn't taking them away from the scary stuff? Shit.

"You heard the guy," he pleads. "What do you think you can do even if he was gonna let you help?"

As much as the demon would have liked to play further, its time was up. Demon energy was draining on a good day, and this certainly was far from a good day. All at once the shadows melted away to leave Tony staggering in their wake. He managed to take one wobbly step forward before promptly crashing face first on the street.

That couldn't be good for an open head wound, but mercifully he wasn't conscious to worry about that.

"I could hit him with the bike," Hajime pointed out to Luca. "That's how I like to solve most of life's problems." And before he could do anything like leave, Tony collapsed. The issue of what to do had solved itself. Hajime cut the bike's engine and looked back over his shoulder. "You can let go now." Because, really, having the thug clinging to him like that was awkward.

It was about time too. Shou breathed a huge sigh of relief and then double checked to make sure that Tony was still living and then checked his injuries. The head wound was frowned at before Shou sighed and ripped off a portion of his shirt to use as a make-shift bandage.

"At least it doesn't last long," he muttered and looked up at Hajime and the goon. "Okay, so first clinic and then we've gotta figure out what to do with that guy."

His fangs were still showing as he spoke, and there was a slightly crazy look in his eyes. Really. The goon was the only one that smelled close enough to prey around there at that moment.

One second, there was a terrifying monster... the next, a far more likely aftermath of a scrawny kid getting shot in the head. Luca still couldn't believe he'd managed to make that shot; he'd never hit anything he'd aimed it in his entire life.

Then the pale guy, the one who had been holding his own against the monster for quite some time now, rose the valid question of just what to do with the guy who had nevertheless fired that very destructive bullet.

"I don't wanna die," he says again, lower lip trembling. Up close, with all of the really terrifying stuff behind them all, it's easy to see that he's extremely young, maybe even slightly younger than Tony.

"Well, maybe you should have thought of that before going out and getting yourself turned into a lizard and shooting a guy!" Hajime feels he's just telling it like it is at this point. He was a very cranky Kamen Rider...and he still hadn't gotten a good look at the kid what with all the clinging on the rear of the bike.

He turned to Shou. "You want to load him on the bike, or do you need help?"

"I think you better get that kid out of here before I lose control too," Shou said, making sure the bandage was going to stay in place before he picked Tony up like he was carrying a passed out kid. Luckily for the both of them, Tony was still scrawny enough that Shou did not feel like his arms will fall out of his sockets.

"I'm getting hungry and I don't think lizard is on the menu."

"No more losing control. Seen enough 'losing control' already..." Luca muttered unhappily. "Especially not if you're gonna make me dinner. Don't want that. Veto the hell out of that, man... I didn't even mean to shoot him. I'm a bad shot, man, this is the first time I actually hit something I was aiming for."

Hajime sort of huffed in irritation at Luca's continued excuses, mostly because even he could see that the time for fighting had passed. "So, what, I dump him at the clinic? Pretty sure I broke some of his ribs." And he didn't even sound sorry about that, the jerk.

That whine wasn't helping the hunger, man. Shou looked at the lizard boy and then at Hajime, trying to focus on not going back to staring at the kid like he was a piece of steak.

"If you want. Though if you're scared the kid's gonna run for it, tell 'im that he just made the shit list on two sides of this war, and we're the ones that won't kill him just because he failed, so he better stay put until one of us picks him up tomorrow."

Luca was one whiny lizard boy, but when it didn't seem to be helping his case, he had no problem shutting right up. He gulped audibly, but didn't try to excuse his behavior further.

"Whatever you want..." he mumbled, wincing; his ribs really were killing him, especially now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off and the endorphins were seeping out of his system and leaving dull aches in their wake.

Hajime gives Shou a reluctant nod. "If you're sure...then I'll bring him to the clinic." And to Luca, he adds, "If you try to run, we'll hunt you down, and there is no place to hide." He revs the engine on the bike as he prepares to drive off. "I'm in tight with the Lord of the Bugmen. If you go anywhere in this city a roach can get to, he'll know and track you down in a heartbeat. And he'd do it, too. Dude owes me a favor."

"I'm sure. You don't put a piece of steak in front of a starving lion and tell that lion it can't eat."

Just get going already, Hajime. Shou was already heading towards the school, pondering whether to take to the roofs or just put Tony in his car and drive off. He at least had room in the car for an unconscious teen so long as said teen didn't demon out on him.

"I'm taking him home. We can meet up on the way there."

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