dec and jan catch all [closed]

[shikomizue]

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke (shikomizue) & various
What: Catch-all for December / January
When: Throughout December / January
Where: Thesa, will edit as necessary
Warning(s): Alcohol use, Drug use, probably some PTSD/vivid war flashbacks, graphic violence

[Individual starters in the comments!]

Comments

[maipokerface]

[Okay, so not everyone who eats those chills out. Or maybe this guy hadn't at all. Whichever it is, the chair isn't much a slight sidestep won't solve, given the kick.]

You may want to start running after your guy there.

[Apparently the well-to-do guy doesn't matter so much anymore now that this guy has a new object for his angry. His kick as bad enough and Mai decides he must be more than a little drunk as well. Was he stiffed for a job or something? The well-to-do guy isn't a totally innocent party she imagines but her aim isn't exactly to go around solving mysteries.

He finally goes to throw a punch and Mai ducks. It's not as if the punch would have done much good, the man far too inebriated for that. He's close though thanks to stumbling forward and Mai takes the time to pop back up and shove that pastry in her hand into his gaping, yelling mouth.

It makes for an appropriate moment of stunned silence. Mai herself looks more annoyed than upset or anything else.]

[shikomizue]

[Whether the well-off man has gotten away with a con, or skirted the consequences of a conversation peppered with annoyances and nothing more, he's gone by now. Takasugi glances to the door, but there's nothing there but a dumbfounded customer, just entered to witness the brawl.

A few heads poke out behind Takasugi as well, familiar faces from the den in the back. They heard the crashing, though, they're either satisfied or bored, as they don't linger long.

Takasugi doubts they'll be here much longer, either. Mai has taken care of the raving idiot with efficiency. Maybe that bite will help him calm down.

The angry man stumbles back, trying to yell only to choke, his aggression impeded for the moment.] Ready to go? [Obstruction removed, Takasugi heads to the door.

Maybe it'd be a favor to the bartender to throw this guy out entirely, but Takasugi didn't come here to do a public service. He's seen what he wanted - watching the woman handle the situation with measured force.]

[maipokerface]

Yes. Definitely.

[And it seems Mai doesn't care enough either to help throw him out of anything. Instead she skirts around the choking man, rolling her shoulders as she blows out a breath once she exits out the front door.]

What a mess.

[shikomizue]

What part of it?

[Once they've exited, leaving the sputtering man behind to his incomprehensible cursing, Takasugi falls in step at Mai's side.

He'd given up the rest of his product at the bar, so there's nothing left but idle chatter keeping them together.

Which suits him well enough, for now.]

[maipokerface]

[Mai turns a deadpan look on the man.]

What do you mean 'what part'.

[shikomizue]

The bartender. The pathetic excuse for secrecy. The group of people yammering on and on.

[He reaches into his yukata to fetch his pipe, going about the process of lighting it - pausing his list only to place the mouthpiece between his lips.]

The man who didn't seem too happy about his snack.

[It was all a mess, to him.]

[maipokerface]

All of them. The whole thing.

[She says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

[shikomizue]

Heh.

[A fair appraisal.]

Worth the money?

[For him it is, benefit reaped not only in silver but in information. About the darker economy of the city, and about the refugees he cohabits it with.]

[maipokerface]

... I guess. It was an easy enough job anyhow.

[shikomizue]

Easy enough to come back for more...

I'll see you around, then.

[In the Guilded Cage, or in the city streets. Though he's not likely to approach her in the later.

As for the former, Takasugi would work with the woman again.

His path splits from hers, a half-hearted wave all the goodbye he gives.]