The inside of the casino is loud and chaotic, punctuated by shouts and gunfire. Bystanders stumble over themselves to escape as Shuten members, oni and Lost Soul alike, bring the beatdown on the casino's unaffiliated hired muscle. In the midst of all the ruckus is Kamui, crouched behind a slot machine. And what he loses in bulk and intimidation, he makes up for with purpose-- there's blood on his knuckles and an almost eerie blank calm on his face.]
The others have this handled. We're going to find the manager.
[He grabs an empty beer bottle off one of the machines and, without flinching, smashes it on the nearest table. The pretty young dealer hiding under it shrieks, the many eyes that speckle her arms all squeezing tightly shut as she scurries away to a different table.
Boy, does he wish he had a gun.]
2. get cracking;
[Well, they've found the manager, but...]
How long has he been in there? [An irritated-looking blue oni shrugs, banging a fist on the vault wall: Ages. We can't break this thing open, either. Maybe we should get some pre-parade fireworks started, if you know what I mean?]
Please don't. [Kamui grimaces up at him, pushing his bangs back from his face. The vault's in a back room, but the sounds of the scuffle through the rest of the casino still echo faintly. He turns to his Shuten companion:]
I have an idea. Have you ever cracked a safe before?
TASTE TEST (ota);
1. get snacking;
[Yes, he's a slightly broke newbie, and yes, he's focused on the work, but he would be remiss if he didn't get to try even a bit of the pre-festival menu. He's earned a bite to eat, even if it's just a small one.
Once the casino situation has been sorted-- and once he and his Shuten fellows have gotten to lick their wounds a little-- Kamui can be found strolling around the Tamamo stalls, eyeing everything curiously. If he could, he'd try everything, but he can only safely try one or two with a budget like this. It's a serious dilemma, really. So serious, that he's polling the nearest stranger before he makes his choice:]
Excuse me. Have you gotten to try anything yet? What do you recommend?
2. #shibuyameltdown;
[Maybe he shouldn't have taken that recommendation.
If you're passing by the area and you're paying close enough attention, you might see a man out on the street... sleeping. He doesn't pick open areas to keel over-- he's got sharper instincts than that, even on magic food-- but if you check behind a dumpster, or underneath a booth, or in a little nook in the wall of an alleyway, you may find a friend and a boy Kamui clutching a half-eaten yakisoba pan in a deep, nearly unshakeable sleep.]
[One of those... is a nearby arcade. You wouldn't think a brightly colored, noisy arcade would attract someone like Kamui, but he's always been drawn to video games-- and, in his yakisoba pan-addled state, this is a great idea.
A gaggle of yokai children have gathered around one of the giant claw machines. The thing is still working, but no one's putting any yen into it: instead, they're tapping on the glass and chattering to themselves in bewildered tones.
Is... is there somebody inside there...?]
(ooc: also open to wildcards wherever! come at me!)
kamui uehara | no more heroes/kill the past series | shuten
TASTE TEST (ota);
(ooc: also open to wildcards wherever! come at me!)