[Bakiri Retsu]

In popular media illicit dealings always happened in dark alleys, bags or suitcases exchanged for wads of cash by either shifty looking folk, men in suits or a combination of the two. As cliche as such a thing was Retsu would've almost preferred a dark alley to this. Because seriously, who would decide to make a trade worth several grand happen in a giant skate park of all places? 

"Miss Bakiri! You know how things have been. Surely you could not blame us for this?"

"The delays? Nah. What y'r tryna pull right here, Junior? Yah, ah think ah will."

The sound of several guns being pulled out of wherever they'd been hidden echoed through the little alcove filled with picnic tables near the edge of the skate park they were in. Retsu had no idea how many of the guns were real and she had no intention of finding out. Luckily given the way they were looking at the modified airsoft assault rifle she was now holding with her finger near the trigger it was clear the other side felt the same. She let her now far emptier duffel bag drop atop the table in between them.

"Unless y'all wanna find out how many of y'all ah can fill with holes before dropping I'd point those things down."

The standoff continued for several long seconds before barrels started to be pointed down one by one. Retsu let out a snort before looking each of the gangster's subordinates in the eye one at a time. 

"Good. Don't fookin' try anything. Now then, Junior." She nodded to a bin to the side. "Stuff you ordered's in there. Given what you've brought in exchange y'll need to open it to take out half and leave the other half behind. Direct any fookin' complaints to the gun."

Her eye narrowed when she heard the sound of wheels drawing closer and closer.

"Oh you pieces of-! Watch. This is how I deal with shit gettin' in my damned way."

Holding her rifle one handed she reached into her pocket with the other and pulled out a frag grenade. She pulled the pin out with her teeth and tossed it out of their little alcove and into the skating ring proper, maintaining eye contact with Junior all the while.

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Remaining explosives: 1 flashbang, 1 frag grenade, 2 smoke grenades and 1 incendiary grenade.

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]After bullying that poor Aneko chick (the one with the small hands) into fixing up his old shitty skateboard, he figured it deserved a proper field testing: Skate Park, BAYBEEE! God, how long had it been since he'd done this? High school, probably, which was a really long time ago considering he dropped out super early into it. If he had a six-pack of cheap beer that he stole from the fridge, this would've been exactly like high school. While he might've been old enough to buy his own beer now, he was still too fucking broke to do so. Man, being an adult sure does suck, eh? He had all of this freedom, but no money to actually exercise it. At least the skateboard was free. More than free, however, it was actually really fucking good. He was genuinely shocked at how good of a job Aneko had done on it. It actually brought a genuine smile to his face. "...Eh?" he tilted his head, staring at a grenade that just rolled right in front of his skateboard. "Oh. Of cou—" Because why was he ever allowed to be happy? "Nnghh...Ugh," he groaned, laying flat on his back in the center of a bowl with his skateboard on his stomach. He was lucky to have put up an elastic air shield right in front of him to catch and bounce back the shrapnel. If he was just a second too slow, he'd probably have been Swiss cheese by now. Still, getting punched back by his own trampoline and then landing on the hard concrete wasn't pleasant. Maybe this is why his mom used to nag him about wearing the protective gear she bought him. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Bakiri Retsu •

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[Bakiri Retsu]

Coincidences happened every day. Thousands of them even, weaving a tapestry of happenstance through which everyone navigated their lives. Someone showing up in the middle of her already fishy meeting with a quirk that seemingly rendered him nearly immune to her main form of weaponry? Yeah, Retsu did not think this was one of them.

"Junior you son of a goat herder!" She shouted while pulling out a flashbang and tossing it in the direction of the rapidly scattering goons. Not one of them tried to take so much as a shot at her. Bakuretsu belched out a laugh. Either Junior's people were particularly incompetent or he wasn't trusted to bring along anything remotely dangerous. That left whatever freak they'd brought along to ambush her.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Retsu yelled at the top of her lungs while rushing out of the alcove, throwing herself to the ground and firing round after round out of her airsoft gun at the white haired man.


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Remaining explosives: 1 frag grenade, 2 smoke grenades and 1 incendiary grenade.

Sebastian Sinclaire

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]If Sebastian had a nickel for every time that he wandered into trouble while doing seemingly innocuous things within the last month, he'd have three nickels which still wouldn't be enough to buy a six-pack of beer. Now doesn't that suck? As much as he'd love a six-pack right about now, he wasn't exactly sure that he wanted to roll into danger several more times to afford it. Whelp, if this was how it was going to be, why not just let it happen, y'know? If life was going to insist on knocking him down at every turn as some sort of punishment for being the way that he was, then fuck it. It's time to get off this bitch of a planet. It's not like anything else was going well for him anyway what with the whole no job, no house, his shoddy school grades, and no future prospects. "All right. Let's get this over with," he groaned, slowly standing up. Back on his feet, he spread his arms wide open to greet death with a loving embrace. Finally, he'd be free from this mortal coil! Or so he thought... Yeah, he got shot. A lot. It hurt. A lot. But he lived. A lot. Laying back on the ground after taking a few bullets, he looked up to the sky. "Son of a bitch..." he muttered. Last he checked, bulletproof wasn't one of his superpowers, so that bitch definitely wasn't packing real firearms. Disappointing. "Seriously!? What was that? C'mon, I just wanted you to kill me quick, so I could hurry the hell off to that eternal dirt nap. God I love naps...Can ya cool it with the guns now? If it's not actual bullets, I'd rather you just quit and split. You got anything else to kill me with?" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Bakiri Retsu •

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[Bakiri Retsu]

He was mocking her. A vein popped on her forehead. He was fucking mocking her. One hand pushed her upright while the other reached into one of her pockets. She ran forward at the same time as she pulled the pin on her incendiary grenade.

"Oho? Not packing enough heat for you, am I? Let's see how you handle thermite you prick!"

Putting her full strength behind the throw she lobbed it straight at his smug face, letting out a roar as she did. First the delays, then Junior's sad excuse for communication and now this guy's mockery? Retsu had absolutely had it. She was so livid she barely noticed a few of the people scrambling for cover raising their guns over whatever pathetic excuse for shelter they'd found. Nor did she notice Junior himself rushing towards the bin and claiming the very expensive combustible material she'd prepared for their trade. In fact, she was so furious she'd almost completely forgotten about the flashbang despite the fact that she'd only thrown it... exactly five seconds ago.

"Ah shit."

With her own eloquent speech being the last thing she heard before her hearing went the way of the dodo and the ground decided to do a spontaneous meet and greet the worst part of her anger abated very suddenly, as if displaced by an unexpected impact. Much like her nose. The silver lining was that it was unlikely anyone else heard the crack either. 

Pawing clumsily at her face she managed to pull up her eye patch without continuing the facial reconstruction more than a few times. She managed to reveal her spinning surroundings just in time to expose her light-sensitive right eye to the fires released from a certain incendiary grenade.

"Ah sphear ah'm gunna keehl everywun in zis fahkin' flace."

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Remaining explosives: 1 frag grenade and 2 smoke grenades

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Wow. She was really intense, wasn't she? "Good grief, chill for a second...No need to get all worke—" Tinnitus. Wow. That's a first. Guess it really was just like the movies: blurry vision, ringing in the ears, and oops he's back on the ground again. He really didn't get why she had to go that far. She must not have been very good at this whole killing people thing if Sebastian was still breathing. Maybe it was an off day for the chick? Well, whatever it was, Sebastian did not sign up for all of this pain. If she was going to kill him, he'd have appreciated it if she did it quickly and cleanly so that he could get on with his (after)life. Dying shouldn't have to be this painful. "Yeesh, now I don't even want to die anymore," he shouted, not that he (and possibly her) could probably even hear over the ringing in the ears. Despite how dire the situation was, Sebastian was able to keep a clean, level-head through it all. It was honestly a bit odd that he was able to treat this whole life-and-death matter with as little gravitas as he did. Then again, he was always a few eggs short of a full chicken, so maybe it wasn't that bizarre. Maybe he was starting to get used to it with this being his third time. He wondered if there was a stamp card for him to get a free sandwich if he survived the next two. Looking right at the grenade, he slapped the ground like it was the roof of a car that could fit an absurd amount of spaghetti in it, and turned the ground into a trampoline to bounce the grenade high and away from him. He didn't want another one to pop off and blow his ears out again. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • @baikiriretsu •

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[Bakiri Retsu]

The sole silver lining was that the fire seemed far out, man. If they'd been closer she'd likely have been completely blind until the flashbang's effects faded. Not ideal in the middle of a combat situation, or any situation for that matter. Still, she thought as her right eye twinged, she'd had worse. Her lack of higher education prevented Retsu from knowing for sure whether it was possible to build up an immunity to sound and light but it sure felt like they weren't affecting her as much as they used to. Maybe it was just her imagination. Either way anyone that could explain it would have to seriously speak up at the moment for her to hear it and at that point, well, Bakiri had always been more of a practical learner.

"You foohging-" She spat alongside a splatter of blood as she saw one of Junior's men - a dude coincidentally wearing sunglasses and headphones - dragged the near catatonic man away. The near catatonic man currently holding several grand worth of her stuff and screaming soundlessly. Well, soundlessly to her anyway. Forcing herself up, first to her hands and knees and then as upright as a ninety year old with a broken walker, she stumbled her way over to the table where she'd left her duffel bag. It certainly didn't help her balance that the strap attached to her airsoft rifle ensured it kept bumping into her side with every step she somewhat made. Unlike Junior however she did manage to bring her stuff to the table.

Spitting out the blood pooling in her mouth she wildly fired the remainder of her gun's magazine around in the hopes that the impacts would convince everyone standing up to stay down. Whatever choice they made, she had to scram or she was gonna get smoked. An analogy that certainly didn't come to mind because she'd dropped one of her similarly fated grenades next to to the table like the ball this situation had become.

Whatever, she'd deal. Leaning over the table and only partially falling during the attempt she grabbed Junior's side of the transaction and shoved it into her duffel bag. Once she properly managed to get her feet under her again she'd be home free. Unless whoever they'd hired would be able to act without being hindered by the smoke and really, how likely was that?

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Remaining explosives: 1 frag grenade and 1 smoke grenade

Tags: Sebastian Sinclaire@bakiriretsu

[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]As he looked up at the fire spread away from him, he couldn't help but feel like a dumbass. This bitch really needed to color code her grenades so he'd know which ones to let hurt him and which ones to knock away. Seriously, if he had just let that one go...Actually, that'd probably be a really painful way to die. Yeah, now that he thought about it, he was quite happy that he didn't let it roast him alive. If she was going to kill him, it needed to be quick and as painless as possible. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case, so he was done with this bullshit. There's no point in sticking around just to suffer. He picked up his skateboard and bounced. Literally. He made the floor elastic and jumped to get into the sky, bursting right through the cloud of smoke. As he coughed that shit out, he made another trampoline in the air, and another, and another, and another until he was high above the ground. After that, all he had to do was jump forward and keep making more trampolines until he was as far away from the action as possible which he would do unless someone was able to stop him by some means. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • Bakiri Retsu •

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[Bakiri Retsu]

He could fly. The fucker could gods-damned fly. How many abilities can one guy have and how in all the hells could they have hired someone like that to get rid of her? Something felt off but Retsu couldn't quite tell what. Instead she decided to simply throw another grenade at the nearest target. Not a moment too soon either as said target -some guy with a shrimp-shaped head- managed to graze her thigh with a bullet before having to dive back into cover.

"Fahk!"

 She explained her feelings on the matter eloquently. It seemed like at least one of them was in fact packing something with a punch and Retsu, well, she wasn't quite interested in being made into this joke's punchline. Seeing smoke begin to billow into their little dining area she tossed the final bomb she brought with her diagonally into the skate park to extend the cloud further and into a different direction. If nothing else it'd give her more cover while she booked it. 

"Junior, ah'm gunna skihn you aloive! Mork my wurds!"

Retsu shouted over the same shoulder she slung her bag over while keeping an eye to the sky. She didn't know what the white haired assassin's deal was but she wasn't planning to be here when he got back. Expanding her lungs and sucking in air -and then again a second time through her mouth after coughing out the blood she inhaled the first time- Retsu held her breath and rushed into the expanding cloud while ignoring the painful twinges every movement shot through her leg. She'd memorized the assassin's face. One day she'd be back for him. She didn't know how long it would take but she'd be ready in due time and then it'd be his turn to pay.

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✓ I was laughing from start to finish! Amazing job you two!! [break][break]

+ 5.000 EXP!

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Retsu - 5.250 // 10.250 [break]
Sebastian - 3.750 // 8.750

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