Post by randomonioum on Sept 18, 2014 3:34:06 GMT
Hourou took a last look at the paper in his hand. A roughly drawn picture of the regional crime lord, and a price on his head, with a specification for an accident. He shook his head. "Fool doesn't even know how to cover his tracks properly... Doesn't deserve these connections..." He pockets the paper, and pushes forwards, pulling back a curtain door to a gambling hall. The room felt cramped, despite the room, with a haze of smoke rising from various drug pipes filling the air. Men and women alike bet away their wages on cruelly rigged games on one side, and drowned their sorrows with sake and drugs on the other. "Despicable..." He pushes forwards, waving his hand in front of his face to clear some air, and works his way towards the back. His goal wasn't these punters, it was the backrooms.
Another doorway at the back was flanked by two obvious guards. Their bulk aside, the hefty weapons they carried said it all. But they didn't look like Chakra users, just muscle to intimidate the gamblers. One of them eyed him and his sword as he approached. "No going in the back room. Back to the games, gambler." Hourou shook his head, and smiled at them. "I'm not here for the games, idiot. I'm here for your boss." He rested his hand on the hilt as a threat. It was obviously noticed, as they stood up from their stools, weapons now in hand. "Had plenty of time to kill them, amateurs.". "Time for you to leave, before you leave a little lighter-" With a flick of his wrist, Hourou detaches the scabbard from his waist, in the same motion darting forward and kneeing one guard in the stomach. A split second later, the still sheathed blade is against the others throat. "You didn't seem to hear me, cake ears, so listen closer. I'm here to see your boss." He pushes the blade closer into his throat. "Now here's how this is gonna work. Breathless here will stay with the door. You'll come with me, and bring me to your boss. I've got a proposition for him, or you'd both be dead by now." He loosens the blades grip, and knees the doubled over guard in the chin. "Come on." He pushes the other guard through the doorway and follows. A few clients, watching the developments, shrug, and return to their games. A man pockets a few coins thanks to the distraction.
Another doorway at the back was flanked by two obvious guards. Their bulk aside, the hefty weapons they carried said it all. But they didn't look like Chakra users, just muscle to intimidate the gamblers. One of them eyed him and his sword as he approached. "No going in the back room. Back to the games, gambler." Hourou shook his head, and smiled at them. "I'm not here for the games, idiot. I'm here for your boss." He rested his hand on the hilt as a threat. It was obviously noticed, as they stood up from their stools, weapons now in hand. "Had plenty of time to kill them, amateurs.". "Time for you to leave, before you leave a little lighter-" With a flick of his wrist, Hourou detaches the scabbard from his waist, in the same motion darting forward and kneeing one guard in the stomach. A split second later, the still sheathed blade is against the others throat. "You didn't seem to hear me, cake ears, so listen closer. I'm here to see your boss." He pushes the blade closer into his throat. "Now here's how this is gonna work. Breathless here will stay with the door. You'll come with me, and bring me to your boss. I've got a proposition for him, or you'd both be dead by now." He loosens the blades grip, and knees the doubled over guard in the chin. "Come on." He pushes the other guard through the doorway and follows. A few clients, watching the developments, shrug, and return to their games. A man pockets a few coins thanks to the distraction.