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[closed] the law happens so much
WHO: Yato, Ichirou, Shouto, Lucian, Mako, Fynn (as gathered from this post)
WHERE: An alley near Trevelyan Clinic and onward
WHEN: Late June, late afternoon
WHAT: Yato attempts murder. Recolle is like nuh-uh.
WARNINGS: Blood, graphic violence, amputation.
[ Yato has a good memory for faces. Even better, he has a good hand for art. Armed with pencil and paper, he draws a face he still remembers from months ago. He wouldn't forget the face of a man who laid a hand on a friend. Even less the face of a man who would try again to destroy the same friend's life.
It takes time to find a lead, but less than expected. Whenever he makes his presence known among strangers, the portrait in one hand and a sheathed katana in the other, the hapless citizens of Recolle are often too surprised by his sudden appearance to ignore him or shy away. Surprise makes them honest. The clues are in the blankness of their expressions or the guarded flicker of their eyes toward him. Yato gets his answers.
And in time, Yato finds his man.
Late twenties. A construction worker. Tall, bulky, mean. An address. An apartment in disarray. No significant other, no family to speak of. Friends, but none especially good. A gambling habit. A drinking habit. Nothing to suggest upstanding character. It's frighteningly easy for Yato to find these things out now.
In time, he decides there's nothing more he needs to see. He takes up his sword. ]
WHERE: An alley near Trevelyan Clinic and onward
WHEN: Late June, late afternoon
WHAT: Yato attempts murder. Recolle is like nuh-uh.
WARNINGS: Blood, graphic violence, amputation.
[ Yato has a good memory for faces. Even better, he has a good hand for art. Armed with pencil and paper, he draws a face he still remembers from months ago. He wouldn't forget the face of a man who laid a hand on a friend. Even less the face of a man who would try again to destroy the same friend's life.
It takes time to find a lead, but less than expected. Whenever he makes his presence known among strangers, the portrait in one hand and a sheathed katana in the other, the hapless citizens of Recolle are often too surprised by his sudden appearance to ignore him or shy away. Surprise makes them honest. The clues are in the blankness of their expressions or the guarded flicker of their eyes toward him. Yato gets his answers.
And in time, Yato finds his man.
Late twenties. A construction worker. Tall, bulky, mean. An address. An apartment in disarray. No significant other, no family to speak of. Friends, but none especially good. A gambling habit. A drinking habit. Nothing to suggest upstanding character. It's frighteningly easy for Yato to find these things out now.
In time, he decides there's nothing more he needs to see. He takes up his sword. ]
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Still, Yato doesn't want to get taken in. Frozen with his hand still outstretched at the cop's feet, Yato watches him from the corner of his eye. Thinking of the safest way to get in close...
And then he's somewhere else.
He's breathing hard, a beautiful sword in his hands. He scolds it. "The reason I'm so tired is because of you, you know?! Don't be so afraid, Yukine." A woman -- Bishamon, he recognizes her -- appears looking like she just finished a bachelor party gig. Her whip catches him, and he goes flying through the air.
A revolver pointed at him. Two shots, so fast they sound like they're coming from two guns. And somehow, even though she's so far away that her aim should be off, they fly precisely at his arm and his spine. And somehow, even though he's moving so fast that he shouldn't even be able to see the bullets, let alone maneuver himself well enough to deal with them, he brings his beautiful sword around and lets both bullets split along its edge with one swing, smooth as butter.
"... Awesome. I cut the bullets." Yukine's young voice is slow with amazement.
Yato is back at the cop's feet.
Distracted now. How much time has passed? He exhales quietly. He can tell the moment has passed. It's too late to get the jump on anyone now. Slowly, he raises his hands above his head and turns on his heels. He'll go peacefully.
Yukine isn't even here and he's causing trouble for Yato. Figures. ]