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More Monster Adventures
Who: Hajime, Tony, Shou, and L. Anyone else who may have been in Aikawa's at the time of the shootout; just contact me and I can probably work you in somewhere!
What: Monsters meeting for sushi and monstertalk, followed by a Yakuza shootout just outside the restaurant.
Where: Aikawa's
When: Evening of December 16
Warnings: Gang violence and giant bugs.
[A - Early Evening]
The worst of the dinner rush was over, and Hajime was taking a couple of moments to relax.
Ever since the big mafia fight that had seen Albero taken care of, he'd been thinking of letting his parents know that he was a Numbered. That he wasn't exactly a human anymore. Walking away from a fight you should have died from kind of tended to put things in perspective, and although he'd known for some time that he needed to let his family know (his sister in particular had been bugging him over it lately, seeing as how she'd already found out), figuring out the best way to tell them was a thing that continued to elude him.
He'd been getting into more and more trouble these days, and checking up on some of his fellow troublemakers seemed like a good idea. So he'd issued an invitation to the others who had been a part of that attempt to track down Tony's doppelganger--with the exception of Luca, who he still didn't trust any farther than he could throw...okay, not even that far. Come by that night, get a meal on the house, possibly help him break the fact that he was a Numbered to his parents. Good plan. Best plan. Nothing could go wrong.
[B - Late Evening]
After that scintillating discussion over udon, sushi, and whatever else Hajime brought out from the kitchen, the peaceful evening was interrupted by a sound Hajime had hoped never to hear so close to this place--gunfire. He barely had time to stand up from his chair and look towards the street, towards where he heard the sounds of gunfire. He'd known there was Yakuza--and Yakuza wannabes--in the area, and he knew that Albero's death had left a power vaccuum and that there was violence all over the city, but still, he'd never expected it here--
--Hajime's train of thought was interrupted as a hail of bullets shattered the front window. Collateral damage. The restaurant wasn't even a target, just the wrong spot at the wrong time. The gunfire outside was still coming fast and furious. Messing with Hajime himself was one thing, but it was a very unwise idea to go messing with his family. With the restaurant where they made their living. There was a lot of screaming and ushering people back towards the fire exit in the back, but Hajime didn't move. He wasn't going anywhere--except maybe out there to show the Yakuza wannabes outside that they'd picked the wrong bug's territory to have a little scuffle in. His other self was some kind of destroyer? Fine, then. He was going to destroy them. The silver transformation belt unconsciously appeared around Hajime's waist. He took a step out from behind the table he'd reflexively flipped over for cover, and he moved to go charging out of that shattered window only to be interrupted by something grabbing his arm.
"Hajime Aikawa!" Though his mother was not a terribly large woman, she had a firm grip on her idiot son's arm and was trying her hardest to drag him away. The gunfire would not deter her so long as he was there. "What do you think you're doing?! We've got to get out of here! This is not a fight on the playground!"
What: Monsters meeting for sushi and monstertalk, followed by a Yakuza shootout just outside the restaurant.
Where: Aikawa's
When: Evening of December 16
Warnings: Gang violence and giant bugs.
[A - Early Evening]
The worst of the dinner rush was over, and Hajime was taking a couple of moments to relax.
Ever since the big mafia fight that had seen Albero taken care of, he'd been thinking of letting his parents know that he was a Numbered. That he wasn't exactly a human anymore. Walking away from a fight you should have died from kind of tended to put things in perspective, and although he'd known for some time that he needed to let his family know (his sister in particular had been bugging him over it lately, seeing as how she'd already found out), figuring out the best way to tell them was a thing that continued to elude him.
He'd been getting into more and more trouble these days, and checking up on some of his fellow troublemakers seemed like a good idea. So he'd issued an invitation to the others who had been a part of that attempt to track down Tony's doppelganger--with the exception of Luca, who he still didn't trust any farther than he could throw...okay, not even that far. Come by that night, get a meal on the house, possibly help him break the fact that he was a Numbered to his parents. Good plan. Best plan. Nothing could go wrong.
[B - Late Evening]
After that scintillating discussion over udon, sushi, and whatever else Hajime brought out from the kitchen, the peaceful evening was interrupted by a sound Hajime had hoped never to hear so close to this place--gunfire. He barely had time to stand up from his chair and look towards the street, towards where he heard the sounds of gunfire. He'd known there was Yakuza--and Yakuza wannabes--in the area, and he knew that Albero's death had left a power vaccuum and that there was violence all over the city, but still, he'd never expected it here--
--Hajime's train of thought was interrupted as a hail of bullets shattered the front window. Collateral damage. The restaurant wasn't even a target, just the wrong spot at the wrong time. The gunfire outside was still coming fast and furious. Messing with Hajime himself was one thing, but it was a very unwise idea to go messing with his family. With the restaurant where they made their living. There was a lot of screaming and ushering people back towards the fire exit in the back, but Hajime didn't move. He wasn't going anywhere--except maybe out there to show the Yakuza wannabes outside that they'd picked the wrong bug's territory to have a little scuffle in. His other self was some kind of destroyer? Fine, then. He was going to destroy them. The silver transformation belt unconsciously appeared around Hajime's waist. He took a step out from behind the table he'd reflexively flipped over for cover, and he moved to go charging out of that shattered window only to be interrupted by something grabbing his arm.
"Hajime Aikawa!" Though his mother was not a terribly large woman, she had a firm grip on her idiot son's arm and was trying her hardest to drag him away. The gunfire would not deter her so long as he was there. "What do you think you're doing?! We've got to get out of here! This is not a fight on the playground!"
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Hajime pretends not to notice. Maybe his mom would at least think the sword in question was an umbrella. They'd had a couple of kids bringing those in once...though Hajime had ended up yelling at them and throwing them out. That had been a good day. He gives Tony a lazy wave and steps out from behind the counter. The place isn't that busy, at least. It's been a slow night. "You hungry?"
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"You in trouble?" He spoke low, nodding slightly in the direction of Hajime's mum. For a one-eyed kid, he was pretty keen to his surroundings. The mention of food, however, was more than enough to brighten his demeanor. "When am I not?"
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But he's got to crack a smile at the way Tony perks up at the mention of food. "So, you got anything in mind, or should I just grab you whatever?"
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Food, the number one guaranteed way to distract him. Unless he was particularly dead set on something anyway. "You know me, I'm not picky."
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But hey, at least he can supply Tony with a little of whatever the chef feels like making extra of.
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He tried okay.
"That sounds kinda silly, why would you do that? And then go cause trouble for that matter..." He just wanted Hajime to have a look at the dumb swo-- oh. "It's the sword isn't it?"