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Chikusa ([personal profile] kokuyoyo) wrote in [community profile] gameofmana2016-08-23 05:47 pm

[log] Pray and Take

Who: The losers involved in the Pray and Take quest
What: These mice robbers really didn't deserve any of this.
Where: Domina's Church
When: Day 13
Other: Mice murder, injury

So. The local church has been taken over by diminutive mice-like creatures armed with bows and way too many arrows. One way or another, some of the residents of Home have heard about this and are on their way to do something about this.... whether out of the goodness of their hearts or because they're a hot mess looking for a fight.

Good luck!
junkyarddog: (Who was breaking away from the pack)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-08-24 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken has not enjoyed his time at Home, thus far.

Sure, there's some benefits. He guesses. There are beds which he only uses if he's curled up with Chikusa in one, otherwise he prefers the floor and some forms of running water, sort of, and Ken's had more hot meals in the past week than he has for the past year before it. (People have been weird about it.) But as far as Ken's concerned, Kokuyo Land was infinitely superior. It had Chikusa, it had Mukuro, and nobody cared if he ate a bunch of junk food or found some weaklings to thrash when his energy levels got unmanageably high.

He hasn't been able to take his energy and aggression out on anything since they arrived. He's considered going after some of the people at Home, but even without Chikusa's advising against it, he's got some brains of his own. He's stuck living with these people. And he doesn't want to be driven away from Home entirely, because this is the first place they wound up after being separated from Mukuro-sama. If they're going to find their way back to him - or, more likely, if he's going to find them - it feels like moving away from Home is putting greater distance between them. So he's not going to, and that may mean having to restrict his violence to elsewhere. And to things the residents of Home won't get mad at him for beating up.

So his ears had pricked right up when he heard the word 'bandits'. Bandits are bad guys! Nobody cares if bad guys get beat up! As short as the sentence 'leave it to me' is, Ken had already been accelerating toward the church fast enough that the usual 'byon' at the end of it was barely audible.

And in very short order, he's literally smashing into the church with wild abandon, hitting the doors so hard in Lion Channel that they fall flat to the floor with him crouched on top of them. His fangs are bared in a manic grin - which promptly transforms into surprise when he sees what he's up against.

He turns his head to look back over his shoulder.]
Hey, Kakipi, they're mice!

[Mice with bows, Ken. The bows are the operative fact, and you will be shortly informed.]
Edited 2016-08-24 04:27 (UTC)
junkyarddog: (Who was broken by trained personnel)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-08-25 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm going to, stupid ka -

[And then Ken's whole body jerks as an arrow buries itself in the meat of his left shoulder, the rest of the insult cut off. Another skitters off the ground in front of him.

Ken's head snaps around to look at the new growth suddenly sprouting from his shoulder, and he stares at it for a moment or two in complete incomprehension. Pain and realization hit at about the same time, and rage is close enough on their heels that the sound he makes comes out as more of a roar than anything else.

He reaches up and yanks the arrow out - probably to Chikusa's horror, but too fast for him to tell Ken not to - and then he's bounding into the church, out of sight of Chikusa. Sounds of absolute pandemonium promptly ensue.]
junkyarddog: (Gotta be crazy)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-09-02 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken is an angry, bloody tornado. This isn't unusual, honestly.

The inside of the church isn't actually ruined, but it's definitely a bit the worse for wear. Aside from Ken's own blood spattered on the floor, what he's doing to the mice is only adding more. A couple pews have tipped over - some seemingly by Ken, others of which mice are hiding behind in an attempt to take shelter long enough to put more arrows in Ken and, hopefully, take him down before he kills them all. But Ken isn't making hitting him easy. Upon realizing what kinds of weapons he's up against, he's become a blur of almost constant movement, offering a very poor target. As Chikusa watches, Ken bounds off the back of a pew to land in the middle aisle and swipes a mouse hard enough that it rolls and skids its way practically to Chikusa's feet.

If Ken's shoulder injury is slowing him down, it's not particularly noticeable. Adrenaline is likely allowing him to ignore it for the moment.]
junkyarddog: (Who was broken by trained personnel)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-09-11 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken, meanwhile, roars again when he notices that arrows are starting to hit near Chikusa now. Which means, at least, that's he's aware - or has been forced to acknowledge - Chikusa's presence.]

Get away from Kakipi! [And he launches himself at the luckless mouse who fired the arrow Chikusa's way and swats them hard enough that their bow snaps in half.]

If you're gonna be in here then fight, stupid four-eyed kappa! [This he bellows at Chikusa.]
junkyarddog: (Gotta be crazy)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-09-17 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
When I'm finished, byon! [It's hard to tell if Ken's growling or laughing it. Either way, it doesn't seem like he'll be long; what mice he hasn't already incapacitated - if not killed - seem to be fleeing in panic by now. Entirely understandable.

Ken actually moves to chase them. At this rate Chikusa's going to have to hit him in the back of the head with a yoyo to get him to just stop already.]
junkyarddog: (Sometimes it seems to me)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-09-23 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[And Ken stops dead, looking back over his shoulder guiltily. Most people, on hearing Chikusa's voice, wouldn't have detected anything different about it beyond the fact that it's a louder volume than usual - and Chikusa's been yelling since he came into the church, so it's not even louder than his last yell. But Ken knows Chikusa better than anyone, possibly even better than Mukuro does, and there are harmonics to Chikusa's voice that perhaps no one else can hear. And what Ken hears in his voice now stops him as thoroughly as running facefirst into a brick wall would stop anyone else.

This is Chikusa's 'this is important' voice. There's death harmonics in that voice. Either Chikusa is about to make something dead, or Ken's going to be dead if he doesn't listen to it and it might not even be Chikusa who kills him.

He glances once, restlessly, at the retreating mice, and then slinks back over to Chikusa, removing his cartridge once he gets close. He doesn't say anything, which is as clear an indication as his body language that he knows he might be in trouble; he simply gives Chikusa an uncertain look, waiting to see if he's in trouble or if the rest of the world is.

Blood's soaked his entire sleeve. Unfortunately, with his recent antics, he's kind of got blood in a number of places, especially on his arms, so it's hard to tell how much of it is his own. But his shoulder's still bleeding pretty freely, so odds are on 'most of it'.]
junkyarddog: (As if I'm just being used)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-09-24 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
All of them? [Ken doesn't seem to be asking out of reluctance, judging by how he promptly starts to shuck off his jacket and shirt; he's just asking for clarification. But already his face is starting to cloud as the pain he's in starts to set in, with no more distractions and the adrenaline ebbing away, and his movements with that arm are quickly turning stiff and awkward.

The wound on his shoulder, once revealed, is jagged where Ken tore the arrow out and still bleeding, though it's a smaller hole in Ken's hide than Chikusa might have feared.]
junkyarddog: (Who was fitted with collar and chain)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-09-29 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken follows Chikusa without complaint, grimacing at the pain - but he's been through a remarkable amount of pain and physical injury in his life, and he bears up under this without any audible complaint. Not that he's not the sort to complain; this just doesn't seem worth it.

He's starting to get lightheaded, though - being so active with that wound, as Chikusa predicted, wasn't smart. He's bled plenty, and he almost stumbles as he sits.]


Just dizzy, byon. [A fact Chikusa shouldn't be remotely surprised by.]
junkyarddog: (Without thinking)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-10-01 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken follows Chikusa's directions, with a little huff.] Had to fight them, byon. [It's not much of a counterargument, but it's all he has. And, perhaps, all he has energy for considering the blood loss. He feels tired and woozy; if he doesn't up passing out, pushing a lot of liquids and nourishment right away - possibly both at once - will be a good idea.

He's not thrilled with Chikusa leaving him here while he gets bandages, but the fact that only his expression reveals this - and that he doesn't vocally complain - says that he recognizes and accepts, however grudgingly, that it's necessary.]
junkyarddog: (Who was fitted with collar and chain)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-10-02 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken's not actually unconscious, though Chikusa won't be able to tell that from a distance. He's leaning against the overgrown structure behind him, eyes closed, because it feels better to have them closed while he's dizzy. But he's still awake, hand still clamped over his shoulder, and as Chikusa gets close enough for Ken's sharp senses to pick up on his familiar shuffling stride, Ken's eyes open and he perks up a bit.]
junkyarddog: (Who was ground down in the end)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-10-06 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken removes his hand even as he picks up the apple with the other, pulling out his cartridge - with no regard for the fact that his hand is smeared with his own blood - so he can eat it more easily. (Carnivore jaws aren't particularly suited for apple-eating.) He seems content enough to eat his food while Chikusa works, and it keeps him quiet.]
junkyarddog: (Who was fitted with collar and chain)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-10-12 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Ken makes a few displeased growling noises as Chikusa prods at his wound, but he holds remarkably still and doesn't actually offer any kind of resistance or objection to what his partner is doing.

At the words, he blinks at Chikusa.]
I thought you said I'm a naturally aggravating person, byon.

[Well...he's not wrong.]
junkyarddog: (Who was broken by trained personnel)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-10-14 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Predictably, Ken whines.] I can't fight at all now?!

[It's never easy to get Ken to sit still and let his injuries heal. Which can be a pain, since he's more prone to suffering physical injuries than any of them. Usually, though, Mukuro's authority helps enforce it.]
junkyarddog: (Who was born in a house full of pain)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-10-27 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
You distracted me, byon! [Ken's voice is a sulky whine, but strangely that's a good sign here. Ken wouldn't be sulking over the injunction not to fight unless he was acquiescing to Chikusa's ultimatum. Chikusa's always been the only one besides Mukuro who can get him to obey, even if he doesn't have Mukuro's guaranteed success rate.

(To be fair, Chrome can often make Ken cooperate, too. But usually she requests rather than insists, and in either case Ken huffs and insists he's doing it for Mukuro, not for her. Honestly, though, it's not likely Ken's fooling anyone but himself.)]
junkyarddog: (Sometimes it seems to me)

[personal profile] junkyarddog 2016-11-17 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
What do you mean, no? [Ken huffs, but he doesn't press the point. He really doesn't care about blaming Chikusa, so much as deflecting blame from himself. So he's really only continuing to disagree at all because Chikusa's refuting him, and Ken only stops fighting when forced to. Either by someone giving him orders he's actually inclined to listen to, his body giving out on him, or his having triumphed over all visible opposition.

At Chikusa's question, he rolls his injured shoulder - probably not the wisest kind of move to make, but he wants to test its flexibility and how much pain he'll be in when he moves it. He grimaces at it, but...it's bearable. The pull of the bandages make the movement slower and stiffer than he likes, though.]
...how long until I can fight again, byon?

[personal profile] kodomotaiyou 2016-08-24 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Chibiterasu was going to help, it's what he did. And he was 100% doing it out of the goodness of his heart and because he had found someone in trouble, even though he still knew little to nothing about where he was or why he and all of those other people had appeared in that tree.

His claws clack against the floor of the church as he enters, nose twitching and ears swiveling as he moves. He is on full alert and his head raises when he catches sight of the bandits. Which were mice armed to the teeth. He assesses them from where he was but doesn't take his eyes off from where he had spotted them.]
thebiggestguy: (badass book)

[personal profile] thebiggestguy 2016-08-25 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Chibi's not the only one to take notice, and he won't be the first one to act. The massive Roegadyn shoots past him, slamming his shoulder into the bandit, then launching into a blur of strikes with the twin claws he gripped in his fists. All business, all confidence, not a second's hesitation. This is old hat for him.]

[personal profile] kodomotaiyou 2016-08-25 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[That certainly did just happen. Chibiterasu watches for a bit then jumps into the fray as well. He pounces on one of the mice-like creatures, causing it to drop its bow upon impact.]
thebiggestguy: (protect the delicates)

[personal profile] thebiggestguy 2016-08-26 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dread hammers both hands forward, then delivers one thunderous reaching blow -- and that's it for that Chobin, though more are coming out of the woodwork. An arrow flicks out of one's bow, embedding itself lightly in the Roegadyn's bicep. He doesn't seem to notice, but shoots a glance over at Chibi.] Watch your back!

[personal profile] kodomotaiyou 2016-09-02 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[He didn't need to be told twice. Chibiterasu spins out of the way of an arrow shot at him by one of the other Chobins and bounds towards it as fast as his short legs would take him. Again, he tackles his opponent, bowling it over and successfully disarming the creature.]

Woof!
thebiggestguy: (badass book)

[personal profile] thebiggestguy 2016-09-02 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
['Disarming' doesn't seem to be in Dread's vocabulary. He scrambles across to the other new arrival, diving in with a kick that transitions to a spin and a second kick. All the while, though, he wonders about this pooch he's teamed up with. Does the dog understand him? Is he intelligent?]

[personal profile] kodomotaiyou 2016-09-11 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Very much so. He understands speech perfectly. Chibiterasu leaps and bounds about, spinning in mid-air whenever an arrow was shot his way. He bodily tackles another one of the creatures, this one trying to take aim at the huge humanoid that he was currently assisting.]
thebiggestguy: (emphatic exclamation)

[personal profile] thebiggestguy 2016-09-12 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow, that's -- actually some pretty good fighting from the little guy. Dread had been keeping half an eye on the pup just in case, but now he figures he doesn't have to -- Chibi can take care of himself. And help him, too.]

[Dread pounds another one into the ground, almost literally. At this rate they'll have the trouble cleared out in no time flat.]
of_her_own_accord: (Default)

[personal profile] of_her_own_accord 2016-08-26 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[No, Accord isn't actually fighting. What do you take her for? She is a CIVILIZED young woman.

She is, however, sitting in an out of sight location high in the rafters taking notes. How did she get up there without anybody noticing? Wouldn't YOU like to know?]
controlledfajing: (§ sam)

[personal profile] controlledfajing 2016-09-07 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ It had taken I-Pin a few minutes of leaping behind pews and kicking the mice-bandits before she noticed something above the church. While it was blurry, she could at least tell, with some degree of certainty, that it wasn't an anthropomorphic mouse.

Unable to really focus on the person (at least, it looked like a person), she threw one mouse-bandit against the wall and called out, ]


Uhm, are you all right up there?! This isn't really a safe--

[ As if to further prove her point, she dodged behind a pew to escape an arrow. ]

--a safe place, right now!!

of_her_own_accord: (Thanks for playing!)

[personal profile] of_her_own_accord 2016-09-07 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[She leans slightly out of the way to avoid another arrow flying up.]

Yep, I'm good!

[Albeit somewhat impressed somebody noticed her. Zero and her group had NEVER noticed her. Then again, it was Zero, so.]
controlledfajing: (§ cha)

[personal profile] controlledfajing 2016-09-08 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Before I-Pin could question her why she was there, she noticed that the barrage of arrows came to a pause as the mice-bandits prepped their arrows. As she took the opportunity to charge at another one--the little thing trying to run away--and knock it unconscious, the others around it began to scatter. She glanced up, yet again, squinting up at the figure. ]

Okay, so, why are you here?
of_her_own_accord: (Nice nap?)

[personal profile] of_her_own_accord 2016-09-09 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Recording.

[She says, entirely too chipperly.]

Why are YOU here?
controlledfajing: (§ goh)

[personal profile] controlledfajing 2016-09-09 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Recording?! Recording how? And--and why?!

[ From the corner of her eye, she noticed some more were prepping their arrows. With a huff, she charged after them. ]

I'm here for... pest control. I heard that these little things took over, so, I decided to help.
of_her_own_accord: (Default)

[personal profile] of_her_own_accord 2016-09-15 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She just lifts the small book in her hands in a sort of "no duh" way. Mind, she's also recording INTERNALLY, but who needs to know that?]

I see, I see. I suppose you are getting something nice out of this?
controlledfajing: (§ mm)

[personal profile] controlledfajing 2016-09-27 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
N-no! It's just to help out the pastor here!

[ Another kick sent a mouse-bandit flying, and the others scurrying away from I-Pin. ]

We're all living here together, we might as well help one another.
of_her_own_accord: (Nice nap?)

[personal profile] of_her_own_accord 2016-09-30 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my, how altruistic.

[She hums slightly under her breath as she takes notes.]

Though I must admit, it is awfully nice to watch people do nice things for the sake of doing nice things once in a while.
controlledfajing: (§ 15)

[personal profile] controlledfajing 2016-10-01 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Something about how she said that made I-Pin feel uneasy. What type of people was she surrounded by that acts of kindness were once in a blue moon events? ]

Are things like that really uncommon for you?
controlledfajing: (§ cha)

[personal profile] controlledfajing 2016-09-07 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ When I-Pin heard the word "bandits," she half-expected rugged people covering their faces with kerchiefs or masks. But, after entering the church, following the ruckus of others before her, she stood at awe at their opponents. ]

...They're mice?!

[ Cute, hooded mice armed to the teeth with bows and arrows. Before she could continue marveling at the absolute cuteness and ridiculousness of the scenario, her body twisted to avoid an oncoming shot. So. Mice with a better aim than her. She huffed, carefully placing her glasses into the one of the pews, and prepped herself to charge. ]