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jigokulogs2022-06-04 06:26 pm
21towin) wrote in jigokulogs2022-06-04 06:26 pm
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Who ⬤ Billy the Kid and you
What ⬤ Swimsuit shopping, gun cleaning, cursed objects
When ⬤ Start of the Month
Where ⬤ Everywhere, host club
Content Warnings ⬤ Maybe violence? Nothing I can think of at the moment
I – Cleaning
[All of the recent hubbub had caused a stir of excitement all around, it seemed. Evidently everyone was excited at the prospect of going to a beach. Even an artificial one. Billy couldn’t really blame them. Having something to help break up the overall setting everyone was in with something a bit more natural is really exciting.
Billy supposed he felt a bit of that excitement as well. Something to help bring a bit of levity to everything. For now, his excitement was dimmed with his current task. Sitting in a more secluded area of one of the Tamamo host clubs, he busied himself with cleaning his gun. Taking the tools, oils, and cloth nearby he got to work. The whole thing with the Celestials had drained him a bit, and the outlaw was quick to take some quiet time to himself again.
His fingers delicately worked over the different parts slowly, meticulously, gently. There was a certain zen he could find in doing this as the smell of the pil filled the air. Oddly comforting and pleasant. Working away the carbon from the rifling, cleaning debris from the cylinder. It gave his hands something to work on, and his mind an aid to allow it to better focus itself. It all felt natural and right to him. As familiar as the weapon itself. The same one that had become part of him, an extension of his being.
The sound of the door opening did get him to glance up, but not stop his work.]
II – Cursed Objects
[The Kid’s body was flung out of the door and into the streets, several feet away from the entrance. A hulking, dark mass clambered out of the building. Dark tendrils whipping around it, a single eye embedded in its chest, and a large, gaping mouth sat on its belly.
Someone had broken a Haniwa inside of the club just now. And the result, of course, had been the eruption of chaos in the building. Frightened screams and shouts echoed around the buildings as Billy began to right himself.
Great, so much for an easy day.]
III – Swimwear Shopping
[All excitement said and done, he did figure that he should go ahead and buy himself a swimsuit for the coming party. ]
Does it really matter what I wear?
[Does it? Most of everything looked the same to him. And as far as Billy was aware, he wouldn’t exactly be using the thing ever again after this. Still, Tenkohime wanted them to look good, so he figured that he should at least give a try all the same.
Now, exactly what constituted as “looking good”?]
What ⬤ Swimsuit shopping, gun cleaning, cursed objects
When ⬤ Start of the Month
Where ⬤ Everywhere, host club
Content Warnings ⬤ Maybe violence? Nothing I can think of at the moment
I – Cleaning
[All of the recent hubbub had caused a stir of excitement all around, it seemed. Evidently everyone was excited at the prospect of going to a beach. Even an artificial one. Billy couldn’t really blame them. Having something to help break up the overall setting everyone was in with something a bit more natural is really exciting.
Billy supposed he felt a bit of that excitement as well. Something to help bring a bit of levity to everything. For now, his excitement was dimmed with his current task. Sitting in a more secluded area of one of the Tamamo host clubs, he busied himself with cleaning his gun. Taking the tools, oils, and cloth nearby he got to work. The whole thing with the Celestials had drained him a bit, and the outlaw was quick to take some quiet time to himself again.
His fingers delicately worked over the different parts slowly, meticulously, gently. There was a certain zen he could find in doing this as the smell of the pil filled the air. Oddly comforting and pleasant. Working away the carbon from the rifling, cleaning debris from the cylinder. It gave his hands something to work on, and his mind an aid to allow it to better focus itself. It all felt natural and right to him. As familiar as the weapon itself. The same one that had become part of him, an extension of his being.
The sound of the door opening did get him to glance up, but not stop his work.]
II – Cursed Objects
[The Kid’s body was flung out of the door and into the streets, several feet away from the entrance. A hulking, dark mass clambered out of the building. Dark tendrils whipping around it, a single eye embedded in its chest, and a large, gaping mouth sat on its belly.
Someone had broken a Haniwa inside of the club just now. And the result, of course, had been the eruption of chaos in the building. Frightened screams and shouts echoed around the buildings as Billy began to right himself.
Great, so much for an easy day.]
III – Swimwear Shopping
[All excitement said and done, he did figure that he should go ahead and buy himself a swimsuit for the coming party. ]
Does it really matter what I wear?
[Does it? Most of everything looked the same to him. And as far as Billy was aware, he wouldn’t exactly be using the thing ever again after this. Still, Tenkohime wanted them to look good, so he figured that he should at least give a try all the same.
Now, exactly what constituted as “looking good”?]
II
All in one piece?
[ The badge and insignia she wears identifies her as one of the Department's. Probably just as well — aren't the Enma's agents supposed to be cleaning up this haniwa shit? Either way, she doesn't seem particularly pressed with any urgency, instead taking a slow drag off her cigarette as her gaze follows the dark, one-eyed creature currently escaping from the building. ]
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[Billy doesn't react to the badge outwardly at all. Enjoying keeping an overall mask to his thoughts. Instead he gives her a thankful smile in return as she helps him to his feet. Taking a moment to grab his fallen hat and place it on his head.
There are more pressing problems to deal with right now.
Like that giant, one eyed blood of darkness, that was somehow squeezing out of the entrance. Tendrils and many, weird hands whipping through the air, grabbing whatever, or whoever got close enough.]
What a day to work as the bouncer. [He should start looking for a raise or different job.] Ya here t' help with it?
[Because Billy himself was already pressing a hand against his gun. Ready to draw at the threat.]
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At least he's got a gun. That'll probably come in handy. ]
Might be. [ Wryly, with a nod towards his weapon: ] Are you any good with that? Trying to figure out what my odds of getting maimed are.
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I know 'nough to be comfortable in its use.
[Said in an offhand manner of speaking as he focused himself on the current target at hand. The eye was an obvious choice. The eye and the mouth. With the twisted limbs moving around itself constantly the shot might be difficult. Not that he lacked confidence in his bullets ability to cut through the limbs and still hit their mark.]
Would say odds are awful high of ya gettin' bodied, if ya face it straight on.
[His breathing evened itself out as he began to line up his targets with his mind. A flick of his wrist and an earshattering bang, followed by one of the tentacles being blown off as it reached for another patron. Along with another matching the effect.
They had its full attention now. And the thing lets out a roar of pain and anger.] Might recommend ya make a run for it if ya need.
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Just try not to fucking shoot me.
[ The blade she draws is a standard-issue katana — nothing remarkable, just something she borrowed from the Department's armory. But it's sharp, and it'll have to do. Circumstances dictate that she'll need to trust the stranger with a gun to have her back as she goes in to engage at close quarters, but unless that shot she saw him take was a fluke, she doesn't think she'll have to worry much. Now it's her turn to carry her weight.
She's quick, experience and instinct guiding her movements as she wields that blade with brutal efficiency as she slices a second tentacle clean away. Another angry roar, and the monster swings two more of its remaining limbs at her in retaliation. One, she twists to avoid, just barely. The other — ]
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[He hollered back at her through a peel of laughs. She's certainly a spirited one, and was quick to get to work. Quick and efficient, someone's done work with a blade before then. That wasn't too strange, most of everyone here has, after all. Proficient might just be selling the woman short, though.
Billy, in the meantime, began to train himself again. No hitting the nice lady with the point, piece of metal. It was difficult, given her position. There was few areas that he could openly fire on without getting in her way, and maybe vice versa. Ah-
But there it is.
His breathing continued on, even and steady as before. The other limb finds itself blown away like the others. One more was sent buzzing towards its eye. Causing an explosion of black ooze and corrupt liquid spraying out. Another roar of anger, louder than before like it was competing over the thundering sound of gunfire and singing of a sword cried out.
The limbs now curled in on itself, forming one massive blob of putrescence. Enough time to let the remaining bystanders clear off. But sharp edges and spikes began to bubble up under its surface as it seemed to ready itself for some form of large explosion that would come in the shape of an explosion of spikes and tendrils from all sides and directions.]
Hey- ready yourself, hon!
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One spike whizzes by close enough for her to feel the air rush past her before it hits the wall of the adjacent building. Andy makes a face, prodding the imbedded spike with her blade before daring to glance out from behind the dumpster, calling out to the gunslinger: ]
Still in one fucking piece?
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Yeah, I'm fine! Don't know 'bout our friend o'er there!
[He shot back in reply. Reloading his gun just in case.]
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[ Better to be safe than sorry. Andy comes out from around the dumpster, approaching the creature with her blade still at the ready. She nudges one of those tendrils with her boot and watches it writhe before slicing it off. A few more steps closer to the main body, until she's standing over that squirming ball of darkness — then she plunges her katana deep into the center. ]
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The form slowly melting away.]
Well... that's one less thing to worry 'bout now.
[He grinned, gun still out as the dark tendrils began to fade away into a viscous sludge.]
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[ Swinging her blade to rid it off that black ooze, she sheaths it back at her side before coming over to meet up with the Kid. ]
And you didn't shoot me. So I guess I should be thanking you.
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[That was worth a lot in his own book. It meant one less headache to mull over in the future. Which can go a long way when you think about that one potentially tilting things out of your favor.]
Ain't no need to be thankin' me! Haha! [He laughed and played the part of being bashful over the comment. That said... he does carefully holster his gun, notably placing the hammer down on an empty chamber. Despite his words and how he's acting the young man is more than just a tiny bit handy with a firearm.]
If anythin' I should be sayin' thanks for your timin' there! Would'a been a real mess without the added help.
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[ She doesn't mind if he wants to play it off, but she knows what it looks like when someone's good at handling their weapon. Brief as their fight was, that was more than enough for her to notice that here. It's not as if he missed — and she's had teammates who would have found it more convenient to shoot through her than around her.
Wryly, and maybe a bit pointedly: ]
You didn't need me. [ With a little shrug: ] But I had fun anyway.
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Best safe than sorry. Best to shoot first and ask questions never.]
Nah, if I didn't have help things mighta been more messy. [He wants decent pay, not to see his check cut because a few patrons got nommed on by some sort of curse-being-thing.] But hey, least you enjoyed yourself, I guess?
[He gave her another look over.]
Don't look like this was your first rodeo either. If ya want, I'm sure the club's gonna be more than grateful for your help.
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Yeah? You sure you want to be recruiting some strange woman you just met? [ Her answer is wry, but not unfriendly. ] I'm flattered, but I'm not some Good Samaritan. I'm here on the Department's business.
[ She opens her jacket, tapping the badge pinned inside. ]
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[He gave a small laugh in return at that.] Nah, not recruit, more like just give ya some freebies for the help. Probably wouldn't be 'nough, considerin' that ya helped save some folks an' all that.
[He gives a wider, more amused smile.]
...Whether or not you're a "Good Samaritan" or law woman. Somethin' tells me ya ain't gonna be gettin' anythin' extra for this.
[He hummed, giving her another look over. Besides, it was always a good idea to get to know your fellow souls. Even those from different gangs.]
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Not sure you can pay someone enough to deal with this shit anyway. [ She lets one hand come to rest on her hip, hanging loosely beside her sheathed katana. ] Maybe the Department is just counting on the fact that some of us might prefer not to let innocent bystanders die.
[ Despite her badge, she doesn't seem like she feels strongly about her faction either way. After a moment, she nods lightly in the Kid's direction. ]
So. Who do I thank for backing me up today?
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[His eyes briefly goes towards her sword... and then back to her own.] Hm... were they now? Awful altruistic o' 'em.
[He's very obviously not buying that one bit.]
Ah- as for my name... you can call me Archer, or Henry McCarty. Whichever ya prefer, darlin'.
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[ She offers a hand between them to shake — though she seems to be ignoring the usual rules of introductions like this, apparently either forgetting or choosing not to give her own name in return. Darlin' works just as well as anything. ]
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[That shall be her name now, darlin'. It's a strong name, a beautiful name that strikes fear into the hearts of all ne'er do-wells and so on.]