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savetheearth2014-12-19 08:59 pm
chalicejoker) wrote in savetheearth2014-12-19 08:59 pm
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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He looks out the window. "It's dark enough now that he's probably on his way."
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"I'm home, darling!"
Yes, he is doing it just to see more glares cast his way. It was fun after all.
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He won't take it personally, though. He's pretty sick, and no one should be kissing him, anyway.
At least Tony thinks it's funny.
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"So, what are we having today? Udon or something fun?"
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the literal worst is me
He's also peering with interest at whatever it is Shou's brought to the table. When did you get a sword, Shou?
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He turns his attention toward the sword, stifling a cough as Tony joins him. He's fairly certain that Tony can't catch whatever he has, but he still tries to be careful.
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And with that he picks up his sword and starts unwrapping it, revealing a rather plain dull brown sheath with a traditional wrapped hilt. "This here is a working sword, so don't cut yourself on it, okay?"
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He moves to go to the kitchen. "I'm going to go get some udon, and when I get back, there had better not be blood everywhere."
Pff it is me holding everything up sob
"Let's not go swinging swords around like idiots, yeah?"
You don't do that indoors come on, Shou.
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"If there's something to see here, Shou... I think you'd better be the one to demonstrate it, for all our sakes."
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"Each sword is a work of art in one form or another. This is one of my favorite blades ever."
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Nothing he could really articulate and wouldn't in a restaurant surrounded by people who didn't know they were Numbered.
Those thoughts were swept away as soon as Tony was distracted by Shou's demonstration. It really was a fantastic sword, and though Tony had no working knowledge of blades he definitely got the impression it wasn't a simple display piece. His other seemed to agree, as the familiar rush of an echo struck him. A soft hiss escapes him as he sucks air in through his teeth, steadying himself until the symptoms pass. A little shake and the symptoms have passed.
"Phew, that is a nice sword. You know how to use that thing?"
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"It seems like a useless thing to get back without a corresponding skill to go with it," he comments. "That being said, I honestly wouldn't be terribly surprised if someone like Shou has known for years how to use a sword..."
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He glanced over at Tony and then went back to busying himself with his sword before he had it wrapped nicely. Then setting it aside, he took a seat and inhaled the warm steam from his bowl of udon.
"Your family's cooking is a treasure, Hajime."
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But oh, there were compliments to be had. Hajime had to grin at that. "Thanks. Trying for seconds, are you?"
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"You know, someone could probably teach you?" Not Tony, the skills he'd regained were strange at best. He also echoed agreement with Shou, Hajime's family's cooking really was amazing. Poor L seemed left out, but at least that gave him a chance to eat his soup in relative peace.
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Maybe L still doesn't quite fit in or mesh, but he's used to that. While he's gifted at getting to the heart of nearly any issue when he's one-on-one with an individual, group dynamics are something else entirely, and tonight he simply doesn't have the energy for too much participation. He still suspects the major reason he's here is because Tony is afraid to leave him alone, but the soup is fantastic. He shrugs one shoulder noncommittally, showing disinterest in learning swordsmanship. The way he doesn't slow in his consumption of the soup speaks plainly enough about what he thinks of Hajime's family's cooking.
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Give his culture some credit. Swords were serious business, especially for those people who come from families who made swords for generations. Some of them still use the tools their forefathers used after all. But sword talk was over and Shou was busy with chopsticks and udon, spending a few quiet moments sampling the flavors and sighing to himself. Food was one of his biggest regrets concerning his change in lifestyle. He always was a bit of a night owl, and he really didn't sleep much, but he loved food, and he couldn't really eat like he use to.
"If I did that, you wouldn't have any for the rest of the night," he said, looking up at Hajime.
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"That hungry, huh?" Hajime nodded a little bit. "You could still have some more, if you want."
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"Huh, I never knew. That's petty cool though, makes it more special, important. Better than handing them out like ornaments."
Besides most people would just hurt themselves. Hey Tony thinks your culture is great, Shou, he just doesn't know anything about it. "So how d'you go about learning how to use it right? They offer classes or something, or more like an apprenticeship?"
No don't let swordtalk be over swordtalk is awesome. Although the soup is also awesome, Hajime is the best host.
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"I might take you up on that," he says, pausing between bites to say so. "Not that I want to inconvenience anyone..."
As usual, he's the one who seems the most inconvenienced by his own bothersome humanity. If Shou doesn't need to eat as often, or as much, L would trade with him in a heartbeat, though drinking blood is something he doubts he could easily grow accustomed to.
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