jikan_rpg | Just gimmie the gun. (closed-ish?)

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Just gimmie the gun. (closed-ish?)

⌛ Who: Kinn, Vegas, Pete? Mafia crew?
⌛ What: Fixing up the Hotel California
⌛ When: Mid-November
⌛ Where: At the future site of Hotel California--in the Kohaku territory
⌛ Warnings: Injury and things associated with that. Blood, swearing, blah blah blah. Kizuna break. VEGAS BEING NICE

Today was the day Kinn needed to assess which walls needed to be done over completely. There was one large section of the wall that Kinn had chosen to be something of an onsen and workout area that was going to need to be replaced. Everything had rotted out so badly that the only recourse was to tear the worst bits down and then patch it up. Or maybe he would put a door in that spot. He should put a door in that spot! It would make things easier and having a door opening out to the courtyard area wasn't a bad thing. Especially if this place would have guests one day.

As he hefted the sledgehammer to knock out another piece of timber, he felt it. It was a gunshot--who the fuck was shooting at him here?! He felt that 'bullet' rip right through his shoulder and he gave a strangled cry, the sledgehammer hitting something he hadn't intended and knocking out a weight-bearing post, causing the rest of the wall to crumble, hitting his head and back until the roar in his ears deafened him. Another snap, this time said bullet was in his arm-and Kinn cried out, struggling to get up and fight, confused as to where the attack is coming from. Was it an attack? He usually was more observant about his surroundings than this! What the hell happened?

Still in major pain (almost climbing to 'stepping on a lego' level,) Kinn struggled to get up. HIs left shoulder and forearm were on fire and throbbing, with the rest of his body feeling like it had gone through a rock tumbler. As the dust settled, he realized he was pinned a bit by the debris of the wall, and any way to contact for help was... it wasn't here, at least.

Fuck.

Kinn groaned, letting his head drop back as he felt some dizziness overcome him again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

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Kinn watched his family work together to help him. It was annoying. Embarrassing, to a point, too. If he hadn't felt--whatever he had, that strut would never have been hit. He could feel the dust and grit on his hair and skin. Finally, he just leaned against the good part of the wall and hung his head, trying to school the rest of his emotions.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus. Or a wall fell on me." Which had, actually. His words quieted some more, "Just my arm is the worst." His arm that needed medical attention. The rest of him felt...pretty bad but nothing he couldn't work through. It was his forearm that needed immediate attention.

Taking the pole, he used it to make a temporary splint before wrapping up his cut up sweater around it and getting it supported against Kinn as a sling. Actually professionals were going to have to help them but this would allow them to get their cousin to the hospital without further damage. Tucking his knife back into his boot, he looked around again to see if there were more injuries but he didn't notice anything that was life threatening at least.

"Are you good to stand, Kinn? We need to get you to a doctor."

Vegas, meanwhile, was scoping out the area just in case there was someone else there who'd attacked Kinn. Seeing no one nearby or within a reasonable distance to have escaped, he returned to Pete and Kinn, ready to help his cousin walk if necessary.

"We're clear... for now at least."

Keeping the splinted arm close to his chest and as much above the heart as he could hold it, he started walking with the others. The adrenaline was still coursing through his system and he didn't start to lag behind for the first ten minutes. He still felt like he had been hit by a truck, though. The bone-deep ache was inescapable, especially with his arm.

While he appreciated that Pete and Vegas were here (and Kinn never thought in a million years he'd be appreciative of Vegas being around,) the one person he wanted wasn't here. And that hurt just as much as... whatever ran through him earlier.

"It felt...just like a bullet going through. And I swung wide, took out a beam by accident." He didn't even realize there were tears tracking down his face.

"That was one of the beams we were going to need to replace anyway."

Glancing over, he saw the tears on Kinn's face and nodded for Vegas to take over supporting him. That way he could walk in front and be a body shield so no one on the streets would see the tears. He wanted to protect the man's dignity as much as his body.

They'd have to figure out what had caused him so much pain when a doctor looked at him. But he was already pulling out his device to contact Tay to let him know what happened. Only to find that he couldn't reach him. Like his contact didn't exist.

Shit, he thought he had an idea of what had caused this suddenly. Doctor first then he'd bring it up.

Vegas was pointedly avoiding looking directly at Kinn to allow him some dignity. He did, however, see the change in Pete's expression, subtle though it was. Something was up and they'd need to figure it out, whatever it was. But after they had Kinn checked out for any injuries they might not be able to spot.

"C'mon, let's get out of here before anything else happens."

Kinn followed along with the others away from their shambled home, clutching his arm to his chest. It was probably too far a walk to Wen Qing but Kinn really wasn't thinking about that. For now, there was the pain, both in his arm and the ache in his body.

Luckily, a native spotted them, his eyes lingering on Kinn before turning to head off to the three men. "Come-come-come-come," he tittered, already reaching out for Kinn and not paying much heed to the other two men. "You need to see the bone setter, hmm? Waisu will take you there. Waisu will help with the break. See? Not too much for one man to bear."

Pete was immediately between the native and Kinn, refusing to let the other touch him. He didn't know this native and that meant that he had no reason to trust him. Besides, he knew they were in a heavier crime area and had only just started to build up their reputation. It was possible this Waisu was trustworthy but not without questions.

"Where are you going to take us?" He kept a hand up to keep himself between the men behind him and this native. "How will you help him?"

Vegas' tightened his hold on Kinn's good arm, ready to step in front of him if need be. But Pete was already there doing what Pete did best. WHile Pete dealt with the man who approached them, Vegas' eyes were scanning the area for any sort of ambush.

Kinn was-despite all his outward appearance as being an utter wreck- was still aware of what was going on. He let Pete and Vegas handle the native as he continued to look like a disaster. He didn't feel too far off from being one, either.

"Man needs a bone-setter," the native continued, speaking slow and more pronounced as if they didn't understand the language. "Fix the arm, mn? Ease the pain of other breaks. My home there," he turns, pointing three shops down where there was a mortar and pestle sign out front. "Where you go if not fixed now?" He turns back, giving Pete a critical stare. "Travel with bone break not good, not good."

Kinn sagged a bit against Vegas' grip, dropping his head more so he could mutter softly to his cousin. "Let's just get this over with. Going to hurt no matter what."

Pete listened and followed the finger to see where he was pointing. This all seemed to be a good sign. This man was likely a healer of some kind. Old fashioned but they needed help right away. Pressing his hands to his sides, he offered a very polite bow to the man as he made his decision to trust him. After all, he could end him in so many different ways if it turned out they couldn't.

"Thank you. We would be grateful for your aid."

Standing up again, he nodded back to the other two before following after Waisu.

Vegas nodded once to acknowledge Kinn and then again to Pete. The bone-setter had a good point. Getting to Wen Qing was going to be an ordeal with that break. Vegas stayed close to support Kinn as needed while they followed to the bone-setter's clinic. But Vegas was alert, aware both of his cousin and keep a close watch on any passers-by who might get too close or look too suspicious.

As Waisu lead them, Kinn relied on Vegas and Pete to keep him safe. The pain was getting to him and the farther they walked, even though it wasn't much farther, drained him. All the while, he heard the little man talk enough for all of them, babbling about this and that and the other thing.

The interior of the building had a managerie of herbs and salves and Waisu started to reach for Kinn, but thought better of it and gestured for the man to sit in a chair. "You realize I do have to touch your friend," he cautioned the other men.

Kinn, surrendering himself to his fate, gestures the go ahead. He goes to sit in the chair, still feeling like shit. Waisu looked at the arm critically, humming a bit. He turned to one guy, "You hold his shoulders, here and here." Then he turned to the other. "You. His knees, here and here." Once everyone was in position, he then carefully took the arm in his hands, running his fingers gently over the arm once he removed the first aid tools, feeling the bruising, muttering to himself more than to the others. He looked to Kinn. "This will hurt."

"I kn--ARUGH!" Kinn stiffened and tried to flail away as the man quickly pulled the broken pieces back into alignment, the bones snapping loudly as they clicked into place "FUCK! You're a goddamn--fuckin' shit." The pain was blinding and he still struggled against the hands that kept him held down.

"It was not as bad as it could be." Waisu was all business as he moved the re-set arm to rest against Kinn's chest and held it there for a moment, looking up to one of the other men to hold Kinn's arm in place before he could leave to get the tools needed for a new splint and sling.

Pete nodded to let the man know that they were going to let him touch Kinn. And he even went to go behind the man to hold him where he'd been told to. Mainly because he'd watch Vegas go to hold the legs. Holding firm, he let Waisu do his work and made sure to make a note to befriend this man. He was good and clearly knew what he was doing for older medicine. That was valuable.

And they owed him. He wouldn't forget that.

Once the arm was pressed to Kinn's chest, he nodded for Vegas to hold it there and went to stand guard. When he'd gotten the knife in his hand was a mystery but clearly he was ready just in case.

To guard Kinn, Vegas, and Waisu. The doctor had earned it.

See how much Vegas loves you, Pete? He's not willing to risk him getting kicked if Kinn jerked too hard from the pain. The sound of the bone being reset sent chills down Vegas' spine, but he held fast to keep his cousin in place and, hopefully, somewhat calm since he was with family.

Once Waisu laid Kinn's arm against his body, he scooted forward where he knelt to keep it steady for the new splint. Did he notice the knife in Pete's hand and the way he took up watch? Certainly. Was he pleased? Absolutely. How had no one ever noticed how sexy Pete was when he was serious? A mystery!

"Stay calm, cousin," Vegas urged even if he'd been squirming were their positions reversed.

If Kinn hadn't been in the midst of pain, he would have noticed the knife as well. Right now, he was resisting the knee jerk reaction to lash out because he was in pain. Later, when his pain was pleasantly dulled to the point that he didn't care that he hurt, he could appreciate the fact they have a new ally. One who was close to their new home and now they had a way to keep Wen Qing out of their more questionable exploits.

"Thank you," he rasps harshly as Waisu. "We are in your debt. What's your price?"

"Price?" Waisu looked at all of them as if he was realizing who he was dealing with. Suddenly his demeanor changed and he looked down, shuffling a step back. "Nono, no price. I help out of the goodness of heart."

Kinn knew exactly what that meant. The man had been harrassed in the past, hadn't he? His eyes lift up to Vegas and he gave a slight nod. If they were going to carve some territory, they could start here and now. Thwy needed to kbow who was harassing the bone setter and figure out a way to make it known he was under Theerapanyakul's protection now.

Pete heard that right away. He knew that one so well and he understood that someone was harassing this man. Who had agreed to help them. He frowned and then glanced at the door. No one was there. With a nod, he slipped the knife away and put on a smile as he went over to Waisu.

Very politely, he bowed to the man again. "We would like to help you and take care of you since you took care of us. If you could let us know who is bothering you then we can make sure you'll be protected."

And he bowed again. "It would honor us to give you this gift in gratitude for what you have done for our family. You have earned that and so much more."

It was so easy to fall into this role. Being the trusting face to reassure someone that things were going to be alright. He well understood how safe he could make someone feel and how vital that could be to establishing the start of something like this.

Besides, Waisu deserved to have someone to have his back.

Vegas raised a brow, but... this was a good way for them to establish a presence here. And they did owe this guy for his help. Vegas wouldn't scoff at that. Pete definitely was the most trustworthy face to be making this offer. Kinn was in too much pain and Vegas? Well, he knew what his face looked like without him crafting one of his masks. This Waisu's already seen Vegas with alertness and violence in his eyes. Pete was definitely the best choice at this juncture. So he simply nodded in agreement.

Waisu avoided looking any of them in the eye as he continued to bow low, insisting that he was fine and didn't need the assistance they were offering. There was no need to bring the samurai into play, either. All the while, Kinn sagged in the chair, breathing slowly to collect his strength again. He looked around, catching a toy here and there, noting he didn't hear any small patter of feet around.

His eyes roll over to Vegas. "We...should have Riley draw our crest. Have medallions made for places under our protection." And to have the Theerapanyakul crest on their businesses, too. Sucking in a breath, he moved to sit up so he could focus a bit. "Where are your children, grandfather? Grandchildren?"

Waisu froze, staring at Kinn as if the man had read his mind. He locked eyes with the other men for a second and then lowered his face, falling silent. Kinn's face turned hard as he watched the man. "Who? When? Where?" Had they been taken by another clan? "Yokohama?"

"Yamato-Nara-gumi," Waisu stuttered, sounding absolutely wretched as he covered his face with both hands.

A name Kinn heard in passing a couple of times. They worked under the shadow of Yokohama, the family that claimed the Port Market as their own. It made sense that the bone-setter didn't want the samurai involved: more than likely they wouldn't give a shit what the Yamato-Nara did as long as they didn't cause trouble for Yokohama.

"They're underlings for Yokohama," Kinn muttered under his breath to inform Vegas of that. He wasn't surprised in the least that there was something as dark as trafficking here. It was probably the perfect place for it, too: refugees came and went without so much as a by-your-leave, right? Natives might disappear but for different reasons as well.

Edited (It took me 3 whole hours to figure out UNDERLINGS) 2022-11-25 14:49 (UTC)

Pete was noticing what Kinn was noticing too. Signs of toys. If he had to guess he'd bet that they were little girls. And given the age of Waisu? Grandchildren. Rising up, he went over to the older man and waved for him to continue to help Kinn. As he did, he took in the name of the group that the man had spoken of. He knew it well. The group that he'd been gaining favor with considered the Yamato-Nara-gumi their enemies.

This could be good for them on more than one level.

Waiting until Kinn's arm was set, Pete stepped forward again with a kind smile. Remembering his Japanese honorifics, he used that now. "Waisu-sensei. Do you have any pictures of your grandchildren? I would like to help you for the kindness that you have shown us. We may not seem like much but we are stronger than we look and have been building allies here."

He gently rested a hand on the man's shoulder. "You are under the protection of the Theerapanyakul and soon they will be too."

Even Vegas didn't mess with kids. That's pretty low-class even by his standards. He listened and nodded to Kinn's suggestion. He'd make a note and talk to Riley about it soon. It would make a good sign to the people who already did their unsavory business in the area that there was a new family in town. Between the bar and what will eventually be the hotel. Now this? They're showing up fast and hard. Best to get a reputation before anyone can challenge it.

Vegas' expression hardened and he nodded in agreement with Kinn and Pete. This was a good situation for them and, if they could get the kids back, it would make a point to others, too. And offering their protection to Waisu also cleared any debt they owed him. Between the three of them, they could manage this task.

He waited patiently as his arm was secured, finally wrapped for the time being against his chest to help with the swelling. It wasn't until Waisu had gone about to offer tea to them that they started getting the rest of the pieces put into place.

Waisu's son, Shimabuku, and his wife, Keiko, had twin daughters. Keiko had fallen ill shortly after the girls' births and passed, leaving Shimabuku and Waisu to care for the girls. Shimabuku had pulled a loan out with the Yamato-Nara in order to help his father with the girls but was unable to pay it back in the timely manner Yamato-Nara wanted. Shimabuku was killed by the Yakuza when the girls were three. Waisu had been trying to raise the girls on his own and rectify the debt his son had made but things just weren't as successful as he hoped it would. So Yamato-Nara took his now five-year-old granddaughters. Where they were now, he had no clue.

Kinn listened to it all, looking almost disinterested in the story. Inwardly, he was flipping back and forth between rage and determination. They could pull this off. The four of them. There were weapons, and he was fairly certain that Yamato-Nara carried a false sense of security considering whose shadow they cowered under. He sipped his tea, thinking it over, plotting as if they already knew where they were. Finally nodding, he lowered his cup.

"I'm sorry, we were not here sooner to help prevent the tragedy to your family," Kinn started. He still sounded rough, but the tea helped and he could manage to ignore the throbbing ache in his arm now that the break was in alignment. "But we will find your granddaughters and return them to you. And Pete is correct, you will be protected by the Theerapanyakul's, now."

"Please forgive me," Waisu said, his eyes still averted. "But I have not heard of you until today. I appreciate the offer, but what can a family do when they have no clout here?"

Kinn looked at the elder man, nodding again. "That is the beauty of surprise. Those who don't know our name will learn very quickly. Mess with what is ours, and they will pay very, very dearly. We do not tolerate those who use children as weapons, and if this is what the families here do? That will change." There was an underlying tone of danger in his voice as Kinn was more than accustomed to being the Voice for the family.

A shuddering sigh came from the little old man slipped from his seat to fall into a Dogeza, forehead touching the floor. "Their names are Rin and Riko, Theerapanyakul-sama."

Pete listened to everything and took in every detail. He remained smiling and supportive of the elder man though, never seeming like he was memorizing every word said. Even the names of the twin girls. Rin and Riko. They'd have to make sure Kinn was somewhere safe and then go to get the girls.

Kneeling down, he didn't make the man get up but he did rest a hand on his back.

"We'll get Rin-chan and Riko-chan back. We actually have some ties to people here even if our name is not so well known yet. The Kosaku Clan is already fond of us." Which was a mild lie. They were fond of him because they'd been dealing with him. But he knew that they'd support Kinn and Vegas as well because they were his family. And he knew they were also a family with greater influence who wanted the Yamato-Nara dealt with for their unsavory dealings.

What a way for this to fall into their laps. Gain favor with a more liked crime family and remove a rival and spread their name at the same time.

Pete gently rubbed the old man's back.

"We're going to get them back to you safe and sound."

Not only were they going to get the children back, they were going to teach a lesson. The Theerapanyakul family might not be well-known outside of the one guy Vegas let live from an unknown gang, but they would be after this. And their message? Leave the innocent out of it. Vegas couldn't really give a shit about guilt and innocence, but kids didn't do anything to earn this. It wasn't enough just to rescue the girls. People had to learn to be afraid of crossing them going forward. That's where Vegas would come into play.

"No one's going to bother you again," he agreed.

Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was the new dynamic they all had with each other. Kinn had the feeling that the other two would want to go out as soon as possible to find the girls. He agreed with that mind set too.

"Get a hold of Tay," he said, realizing that his own device was somewhere in the rubble of the destroyed wall. If all was well, it hadn't been damaged. "He can come fetch me and we can go back while you two go look for the girls."

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