[Closed] Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain

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⌛ Who: Higuchi Ichiyo and various
⌛ What: After facing weeks of harassment and hazing from higher-ups in the Port Market, everything comes to a head in the worst way possible for Higuchi
⌛ When: Early March
⌛ Where: Tokyo, Yokohama
⌛ Warnings: graphic violence, drugs, mentions of sexual assault, forced prostitution, disassociation, death

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[blackbeastcoat]

[ This whole district has him disgusted, though he's mostly just brimming with anger as they arrive. He may be dressed in a very nice outfit but his expression is almost borderline murderous as they walked along.

Once they reached the building in question, Akutagawa took one look at the way things were locked up before instantly summoning Rashomon and several white tendrils shot out to slice the entire door into pieces. His ability reformed into it's more beastly form, red eyes glowing and teeth sharp and poised as he stepped forwards. Their GUNS did not phase him. ]

Pathetic.

[ He's already stepping forwards, turning his attention to the men closest to him and Rashomon's beastly head shoots forwards with teeth open wide and him ready to deflect any bullets. Holding back is no longer an option. ]

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya has never been a man of great self-restraint, and when people he cares about are in trouble... well, any he could possibly have goes straight out the window.

Guns won't do shit to him, but he's quite happy to redirect any bullets shot their way that Akutagawa misses, a red glow overtaking his form as he alters their gravity on the return and sends them back with twice as much force.]

These pieces of shit have no idea what they're dealing with.

[He strides forward with Akutagawa, trusting the other to watch his side as one of the guards rushes him with a blade-- he ducks under it, reaching up with one gloved hand to slam his fist into the metal armor.

It crunches inward like paper.]

Where is she?

[blackbeastcoat]

[ Oh he definitely was keeping an eye out for anyone who tried to attack Chuuya, all the while enjoying how Rashomon's sharp teeth sunk mercilessly through the weak armor of one of the guards, flinging the man with VERY little care against the wall just as another tried to rush him with a sword.

He didn't even look in the guard's direction as several pointed tendrils shot up and out, completely piercing the armor without so much as a second thought. Using that, he pulled the man off the ground, eyes cold as he stared up at them, uncaring to that they were bleeding out. ]

Answer quickly and perhaps we won't kill you.

[ If his tone was any colder, the entire room would have went down a couple of degrees in temperature. ]

[darkdisgrace]

Answer too slowly and we'll make it painful.

[He throws the guard who's drowning in his own blood from a crushed ribcage aside, fire in his eyes. Where Akutagawa is cold, Chuuya's rage burns hot--

One of the guards swings at Chuuya wildly, but when his swing misses he just keeps going... aiming for the door.

Chuuya scoffs, snatching the man up by his throat before he can get more than a foot away, fingers digging sharply into the man's neck as he slams him into the floor.]

Talk or you'll be choking to death through a crushed windpipe.

[blackbeastcoat]

[ When the man he had didn't answer, thrashing and trying to get away while bleeding out? Akutagawa threw him aside with little care, blood already having splattered on the white of his kimono.

He walked over to Chuuya, several tendrils forming and shooting out to poise themselves over the man's arms and legs with the ends sharpened to fine points. ]

I have no qualms in taking off a couple of your limbs if it would help you talk faster, either.

[ His gaze falls towards any who may be left, a promise of death in his eyes colder than any ice in contrast to Chuuya's white-hot rage. ]