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all teeth, but not smiling ([personal profile] shikomizue) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-04-11 08:58 pm

. all you have's your axe to grind . closed

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke ([personal profile] shikomizue) & "Friends" | Closed
What: Catch All For April-May-June
When: Over April / May / June
Where: Mostly Wyver, some Thesa and Olympia
Warning(s): alcohol + graphic violence + bang + will edit as needed

[ closed starters in the comments ]
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[personal profile] sparsity 2018-08-29 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
You heard Cree.

[ Not a priority, but a possibility worth acting on to complete the mission.

A simple answer that Mikazuki allows to lie at the foundation of his choice. This once, it's a mutually beneficial order, one that toes the line between obedience and independence. At his side, the pelted creature buckles on its ankles, its breathing hazy. In a quick, decisive dip of movement, he turns aside, pulling her arm over his shoulder and hiking her up onto his back. She's heavy enough, but he balances well, supplying his own inexhaustible strength to hoist her into a carry that's a bit more fair then his usual choice.

Even with his cargo, he makes his way over to the last of the creatures in containment. One with wicked teeth and metallic feathers that edge down its body like knives, the other the first watery cell they encountered when entering.
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Two more...
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[personal profile] sparsity 2018-09-06 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Takasugi releases the first creature, an action Mikazuki only pauses to watch as it burgeons and becomes diluted by its own freedom, a possibility he had been prepared for since they entered, he approaches the last cell. The creature inside shimmers in agitation and Mikazuki knows what might become of this encounter too, but it's all or nothing. He won't be the one to leave a single creature behind because it sees an enemy in him.

The butt of his gun collides with the lock, components sliding and clattering — and what follows is a mad rush, a cascading shriek of metal as it collides with the open space he'd granted it, weaponized limbs slashing and clawing. Mikazuki only has so much room to react with the weight of the creature across his back, feeling the paper-thin feathers glance off his cheek and leave behind three smooth cuts, only a whisper through flesh. For once, his instinct to fight back curbs, purpose rooted. It's the pelted monster that squirms uncomfortably at the blood and commotion, releasing a defensive curtain a smoke like her creature counterpart. It's ashy and putrid, just like the swamp of embers a part of her lived in once. Even for him, it takes effort not to choke on it. The scaly specimen recoils with a hiss, realizes that it no longer has to obey four walls, and retreats from the vicinity and back into the halls in a whip of silver.

Mikazuki, face bleeding, quiets again, casting a glance to Takasugi. He won't chase. There's still three, and who knows. Maybe it would find its own vengeance.

With that, he motions for the other creatures, beginning to press towards their escape.
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There's only one more thing. [ He turns his face aside to the girl he carries. ] Cover your ears.

[ With the rest behind him, he raises his gun with its saved rounds. He unloads, arm taught and precise. The entire clip goes, into the walls, the equipment, the cells. Everything shatters under the weight of its bullets, each one spreading decay and ruin. It's not rage, finger stilling on the trigger as soon as the last shot rings out and not needing to pull again.

With any luck, it'll spread to the foundations of this place, and it'll all go up in smoke.
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[personal profile] sparsity 2018-09-10 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mikazuki can't make the call — whether or not the creatures they take with them come because they feel safe or because the yawning imposition of freedom is better than a predictable life in a cage. But it helps that they're obedient as the group navigates the sunken corridors of the Institute as it buckles beneath the weight of its own exposed secrets. Distantly, he still hears clashes in the dark.

If he never has to step foot inside these labyrinthine walls again, he'd be fine with that.

Their escape into open air comes in sober paces rather than elation. Towards the unremarkable carriage chartered to get them safely back to Wyver. Being covert isn't exactly Mikazuki's normal fair, but he's even more subdued while they travel, eating and sleeping pushed off in favor of watching, making sure their charges are well covered and not drawing any attention. Only the soft mimics of whispers, creaky wheels, and birdsong come for long periods of time.

Once back in familiar territory, the sight of them is a little less suspicious than it would be in Olympia. What better place for them than a gilded cage — where they take the creatures to hand over to Cree, as he requested. Not all, but some, and that seems to line their pockets with a little more than usual.

Still, Mikazuki doesn't want to stick around, already smelling a little too much like smoke and money. The separation was far from tearful, though Mikazuki would probably be offended to hear it called a transaction, all the same.
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I'm going home.

[ Mentioned to Takasugi once he has his unopened parcel of rewards in his hands, strangely demure. ]