HEIST
Gen nodded, understanding Yashamaru completely. He gentle held his blade in his hands, tipped his head slightly, and threaded the sword through his sash.
"I'll guard it with my life," Gen smiled warmly.
"And I trust you'll guard our prize with yours. Still... If things go wrong in there, remove yourself. We can regroup. Find another trophy. We can't afford to have the authorities breathing down our necks. We can't afford to lose you, either."
Without another word, Gen turned towards the bathroom door. For a moment, he hesitated.
"I'll be waiting across the street. If you cannot see me, check the roof. Good luck, Yashamaru. I pray you won't need it..."
***
The walk down towards the security door was long and arduous. Appearance wise, Yashamaru played the role of a security guard quite well. He was almost indistinguishable from the rest of the Bank's staff, with most of the establishment's patrons barely giving him a second glance. A single barrier stood between him and the path to the bank-- a single guard remained rigid, standing stoic beside the security doors. If Yashamaru wanted to scan his key card and venture deeper into the Bank, he would have to get through him...
@Yun Lee
Mall
"Hey! That sounds like a threat to me b--" The Leader of the 9s words were cut short as Ouka's foot struck his face. Stunned and stumbling, he withdrew his weapons and snarled.
"You heard the man! We're in his way! So get moving, lugs! Kill him!"
Ouka's blade tore through the swordsman's chest. His blade slipped from his hand and fizzed against the Mall's floor. Alerted by his ally's fall, the second hunter leaped over Ouka's sweeping strike. Airborne, he planted his knee upon Ouka's jaw. Another guard moved into position. With a snarl, he struck the back of Ouka's right knee his his steel-capped boot.
"You're playing with the Big Boys now, Son!" The Leader of the 9s chuckled.
"You're playing with the 9s!"
@Takumi @Gummi Bunnies
Hotel
"Sorry, You're not quite my type," Arcade chirped, cracking his knuckles. "
So what's it gonna be? Do you want to die like dogs in the name of a man like Sorc Fucking Tormo?" He spat out the name as if it had burned his tongue.
"Or do want live like a... say... CHAMPION OF THE ARENA?"
"I--" Frost closed his fingers into fists, desperate to stop his fingers from trembling. His tongue pinched between his teeth, he crouched down beside one of the crates and removed its lid.
"I'm going." He whispered, stepping inside to box.
"Splendid!" Arcade grinned. "And what of you, Creepy McNightmare?" He sneered at Vamp.
"Are you coming along for the ride?"
Vamp looked right through him, barely moving from his place on the wall.
"No." He replied abruptly.
"Just no? Come on! You know you want to join in! Get this prize for me, and I promise you this: I'll see to it that you'll have a good death. How does that sound?"
"And why should I take you on your word? Why should any of us trust you? You're wasting my time..." Vamp returned his knife to his belt and turned towards the door.
"It's all a waste of time..."
The thought of Vamp leaving stirred something inside Arcade. His smile faded. He jumped to his feet, spraying the room in popcorn kernels as he did so.
"Fortune!!" He cried. Vamp stopped mid-step. He tightened his fingers around the door frame.
"You dare?"
Arcade scrambled across the room. He leaned in towards Vamp and whispered something in his ear.
For the first time since arriving on Prudence, Vamp was taken back. He slowly turned around. His brow seemed a little less furrowed than usual. He opened his box and stepped inside.
@Jeremi @Ottonomous Ghost @Gummi Bunnies
The Beggar's Kingdom
The bouncers eyes bounced back and forth between the two squabbling hunted. His arms stayed folded. His body remained stiff. He simple watched them argue in the streets. The quiet hum that had come rattling from inside the factory went quiet. A few more faces emerged from the dark doorway, eager to watch what was going on. They were putting on quite the show.
"There's a lot to unpack here..." The bouncer grumbled, adjusting his arms a little. He squinted down at the smaller hunted and sighed.
"Cluth has offered you some cash to come an' kill the King. You're telling me that you're going to turn down that pay check and instead... just want to go talk to him? Call me a skeptic, but I'm calling bullshit." He shot a thick finger in Allison's direction.
"This one's pantomime doesn't help. You guys want to go take 5? Come back when you've got your shit straight?"
[//NO NEED, CRETIN!] LW proclaimed. Before she could turn back to stop him, LW had marched down the dusty street to greet the bouncer himself, carelessly swinging his gun about as he made his approach. The bouncer simply rolled his eyes.
[//PERHAPS WE SHOULD REPEAT OURSELVES, SO THAT YOUR MONKEY BRAIN MIGHT UNDERSTAND US!:]
"We have been contracted by a [//GLORIOUS] man to kill your King!" LW chirped, speaking with Heart's voice.
"A shit show... this is just... a shit show..." The bouncer buried his head in his hands.
@Jeremi @Lucky @Takumi
Slums- Alleys
Oblivious to Narancia's spying, the Hunter jogged down a nearby alley, constantly looking over his shoulder as he ran. He turned a corner and came upon the factory's back wall. He dragged a large dumpster across the concrete, cringing as it unleashed a large, grinding roar. Once it was in position below a nearby vent, he climbed atop it. The Hunter cursed to himself as his foot wet straight through its rusting lid. He shook his foot to remove the sludge Sunday from his shoe. After a few more seconds of cursing and casting his eyes to the heavens, he finally removed a knife from his belt satchel and slowly started to unscrew the vent's cover.
"What are you doing...?" Ventress muttered to herself, silently observing the Hunter from around the corner.
@Capri
Opera
"It's a little too late for that, my lovely..." The Phantom grinned a yellow-toothed grin.
"That little chandelier is past the point of no return... there's no saving it now. It's just a matter of time before it comes crashing down and then....kerr-splatt!" The Phantom erupted into a laughing fit.
"It'll all be over. Not that your dear friend will be alive to see that... good for him, I suppose." He tightened his lasso.
"Not so great for you, though. You're going to see some horrible things before this week is out..."
For a moment, Kenway stopped struggling against the rope. He reached towards his belt and snapped the buckle open. His pistol fell from his waist and struck the beam with a crack. Springing to action, he kicked against the floor, forcing his foe to stumble back a few steps.
"BASTARD!" The Phantom snarled.
"Take it!" Haytham's eyes darted towards the gun.
"Shoot him!"
@Yun Lee