1744/Kunoichi Kaper

Kunoichi Kaper
Date of Scene:	07 March 2015
Location:	Southern Urbania
Synopsis:	Yari Takane, Sanary Rondel and Ferham reunite for post massacre drinks, but there's a surprise in store for them!
Cast of Characters:	516, 691, Sanary Rondel

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Yari Takane (691) has posed:
It's a small bar that one Yari Takane has called her two favorite partners in mob-killing to. A small texas town sports a nice little biker's bar, far removed from the gangster's paradise where they somewhat recently assaulted the three top mafioso.

Sawdust on the floor, wood, a bar with leather stools, a cute little bartender in a cowgirl's oufit, and of course a mirror at the bar.

The Au Ra has gone for full Cowboy hat, spurs, leather boots and leather vest with fake popguns to complete the ridiculous outfit. She's sitting at the bar as she waits for the duo, already three drinks in. Her tail flicks as she wiggles in her leather chapues. She looks good, but those things dig into scales!

The crowd is mostly the biker sort, and the occasional cowgirl looking to meet big burly men.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     A dive bar? Ferham had taken quite a few showers to clean the human blood off herself after Yari's valentine's day style massacre. Ferham hadn't participated, though the fact she had been there and not done anything about it had made her a bit ill. She had related this a bit to Sanary, though not to Yari, yet.

     Fer arrived nearby in armor before swiftly switching out to her civilian disguise, a red tunic dress, nylons and heels. Her long black hair tied back, she walked the few streets over to the bar and pulled open the doors, her heels going click-clack. she eyed around the place a little scrutinizingly, just as the patrons were likely doing to her. Everyone turned to look in a bar when the door opened to see who it was--just in case it was a friend, or the opposite.

Sanary Rondel has posed:
    It's been tricky getting used to the new eye. Between the drain on her reserves and the sheer weirdness of all the places she's been to, Sanary hasn't been using it as much as she probably should have. Finding the bar based on the coordinates she was given was easy, but getting there without bumping into everyone on the way was much harder.

    Impossible, even, considering how many people she actually end up bumping into. Still, most of them don't seem to mind too much (or at least they don't protest) considering the old-timey police officer's uniform she's wearing as she steps into the bar. It definitely fits for the situation they had been, but here... It's just too hot.

    At least she's not wearing the hat to go with it. Her usual eyepatch is also in place, along with the bell and axe. She doesn't even see Ferham as she walks in and could very well end up walking directly into her from behind.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
"Ladies!" Comes Yari's voice as she spies the pair walking into the bar. She can't help but smile a bit at her co-conspirators, already loosening up from the drinks and just generally in a very non-ninja mood. She'll beckon Ferham over with a single hand, and gives a sharp whistle to ensure Sanary knows where she's going. There /is/ a small frown at the police uniform on Sanary, but then she straightens a bit. Drink number four is ordered and downed before she's getting the two beers.

Once they get up close? Cue a bright smile and a long, squeezing hug for both girls, likely at once if she can catch them!

Oh yes, she's a bit sloshed already.

"To a job well done." She's soon toasting, tail trying to wrangle the pair over to the bar.

Outside, two cars pull up. One simply pulls up and parks near the entrance of the bar, while the other parks at the building across the street. A suited man enters, picks a few locks, and soon the bar is being watched through a scope. Inside the cars, nearly a dozen hired guns load their weapons..

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Ferham approached the kunoichi sitting when suddenly--5 foot tall eyepatch Japanese girl rear-ending her, more or less. "Oof, hey, who--" Fer turned in time to notice the other ninjess, ninjette?--had apparently walked into her. "Oh, sorry," she immediately felt ashamed, likely assuming Sanary was still blind. Good thing for Sanary Fer came equipped with that massive caboose, so the collision was thankfully a padded one, ohoho.

     "Well, there was a job and it was done, that's true," Fer would help straighten the other ninja girl before moving to take a seat, getting pulled into that hug of Yari's, likely. Fer of course looked only mildly perturbed by this.

Sanary Rondel has posed:
    There they were. Bumping into Ferham made finding her rather simple considering how un-painful that bump was, and Yari's shouting confirmed the location of the other person she was looking for. Looking over towards Yari once she makes her presence apparent, Sanary breaks out into a broad grin while lifting a hand in a quick wave.

    "Hey, Yari. Hope you wer-" There a light squeak from the blind-ish girl at the hug followed by some amused snickering. "Guess you were. Already getting started without us, I see."

    Another chuckle, then she puts an arm around the two to return the hug firmly. "What's the plan for today, anyway? Booze, then food? Or just a lot of booze? 'cause you know I can't... Er. Hold it that good."

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
The trio get plenty of looks from the bikers, and a few curious cowgirls in the bar. But the drinks flow freely, likely due to Yari wielding an unmarked Confed Creditcard. She can, indeed, rack up quite the tab.

"And done cleanly. No messes to clean up. If another one like that comes up, I know the two I'm taking." Her smile is wide, and that flash in her eyes is a bit too eager.

A happy sigh.

"Booze, booze, booze! Then food and a warm bed to collapse into." There's a wink first towards Sanary, then Ferham. Cue drink number six, as she downs two beers simulaneously with her tail. Dextrous thing, that.

"Training! Even this is training, Sanary!" Cue beer being all but poured down poor Sanary's gullet.

"I believe in you my favorite, beautif..." The ninjess coughs suddenly at her drunken admission, swiftly drowning herself in liquid refreshment as she flushes scarlet.

Only when she slams down three mugs does Yari laugh and stand up. She does a pretty little spin, shakes her hips drunkenly, and laughs out loud!

"Glory and honor my friends! We'll..."

BLAM! Yari's eyes go wide as her side erupts in blood as the sniper catches her with a high calibre bullet. She goes down limply, breathing heavily as she gasps at the sudden attack. Screams erupt in the bar even as a few bikers pull guns in the confusion. As the goons outside get ready, there's a smoke grenade tossed into the bar.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     "I'm glad you appreciate my help, though I'm not exactly all for such acts of senseless violence, myself, I mean, I know they were criminals, but..." Ferham begins, as Yari glomps the two and Fer tries to crowbar herself out to try and sit. She just sort of watches Yari with a blank expression as they begin to go on their drunken speech before catching themselves, Fer giving the Au Ra a bit of a smirk.

     "Well, now at least we know where she is coming from," it seems Fer has time to say before BAM, blood sprinkler to the fucking face! Like the chestburster scene from Alien, Ferham is shocked and reeling back as suddenly her face and dress are splattered with blood, nearly falling back in her chair, before her heeled feet catch the floor and she's rising to stand, quickly. Shit, she just needed a few seconds to transform into her armor.

Sanary Rondel has posed:
    Drinking definitely isn't something Sanary's used to, if the quick discoloration of her cheeks is any indication. Even back home, she's always been more used to dragging drunks out of the woods rather than being one of them herself. The staggering amount of drinks being put out today is new, to say the least.

    "Aah, we can't get too crazy now. Build up a name for ourselves, sure, but can't get recognized too early."

    That's half of one. "I could go for some ribs right now. Haven't had that since... Yesterday. Too long ago." She laughs and finishes off the first one.

    "Training all the time! I'll get trained to... Train good." She hasn't even started on the second yet. "And I believe in you who believes in Ferham's... Butt. I'll from... Your butt."

    She starts giggling uncontrollably. At least she's finally started on the second drink. By the time Yari's shot, Sanary takes a few moments before it finally clicks in her head, and she draws her bell while dropping off her chair to tend to Yari.

    "Shiiit. Okay, I got this, I got it. Lemme... Okay." She takes a deep breath while holding her hands over Yari. She's not concentrating or even aiming all that well as the flow of healing energy comes out in spurts rather than a steady stream.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari can't help but giggle! "Believe in all of our butts...OF JUSTICE!"

And then she's on the ground. Smoke begins to pour into the room as Yari feels healing numbing the horrible pain in her side. She still can't move, hyperventilation showing her dangerously close to shock.

Ferham won't exactly be given those seconds. Eight men pour in first, while the rest guard the exit. Guns start firing, rubber bullets pounding the bikers and cowgirls, sending most of them to the floor. The bikers who ducked fast enough get off several shots, killing two of the men who go down in heaps. One of the remaining men looks to the healer-girl, and then the high-healed Ferham.

"That's them! Kill the horned bitch, then grab'em!" He yells in a thick mobster accent as he starts firing darts from a pair of compact dartguns in each hand. They're long, thick pointy things that stick in nicely as they pump in powerful mind-numb agents. It's a little bit like being sung a lullaby in one's veins.

Sanary Rondel has posed:
    Even in her drunken stupor, the healer does keep her head together just enough to remember to roll Yari onto her side instead of keeping her on her back. Having her choke on her own tongue or vomit while in shock wouldn't be a good thing, after all, especially with the alcohol-induced rage starting to fuel Sanary's motions.

    "Kill your own... Assholes! I'll take the left, Hamfer!" As angry and as drunk as she is, however, she doesn't react quickly enough (or at all) to the dart being fired at her. Grabbing a nearby stool, the blind girl makes it all of two steps before falling down facefirst onto the bar floor.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Rising in defense of her comrades, Fer tries to shield the two from the mind numbing darts, though it seems Sanary doesn't need it before she's already tripping over her own feet. Great, now she just had to get her armor on, merge with Trance, likely--and she could illusion her and the two squishies way out of this mess, easily. Putting a high heeled foot against one of the tables she puts enough force into her kick to send a table rolling on it's side and creating some cover for them, like she had learned to do before.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
Yari, turned on her side, is saved any tongue-or-vomit choking thanks to Sanary's swift actions. She doesn't yet lose her stomach, but her eyes are glassy and she's growing increasingly limp.

But the woman is left with the perfect view of Sanary falling unconscious. Yari's desperately struggling to pull out a weapon, and barely manages, but her throw hits a poor biker who's downed almost instantly by the poison. Still breathing, thankfully.

Before Sanary gets scooped up by one of the men, there's a table kicked out by that wonderful high-heeled foot. It quite literally saves Yari life as a spray of bullet-fire goes for her and is neatly absorbed by the table. Low penetration, on that weapon of the gangster's.

But then another two goons are focusing on Ferham. They aim long rifle-like guns, and fire repeatedly. These 'darts' seem more like the kunai that Yari was using, only connected by thin wires. They'll seem to dig into any armor and flesh should they hit, like fishhooks, only for pressed buttons to start shocking the poor robotess with far too much electricity. The air crackles as ozone sizzles! More gunfire erupts as the sniper lays down a few shots at the few remaining bikers.

Once again, the violence that is inherent in the Yari-system strikes. And not in her or her friends' favor.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     As it turns out Ferham doesn't have time to armor up as the darts impact on her chest. She shrieks as she looks down, realizing the darts were attached to wires--stun guns! There is a moment of hair raising shockage, and Fer finds herself falling to her knees, smoke rising up and off her body. She looks up to her attackers for just a moment to record faces before she slumps over, apparently in some kind of in-between consciousness state, likely right over poor Sanary. HEY, she wasn't /that/ heavy.

Sanary Rondel has posed:
    The sensation of the chemicals going through Sanary's system is... Actually rather pleasant. She even curls up slightly to get more comfortable in the hold. It would be so easy to fall asleep, wouldn't it? It's not as if there's a fight going on...

    Oh. Right. The fight. Although she doesn't have nearly enough energy to get back into the fight directly, she can at least put up a bit of resistance. She wiggles lightly as she slips her arm around the neck of the man carrying her, snickering at what feels like a five-o-clock shadow.

    And then she abruptly snaps her upper body backwards, trying to both drive him face-first into the ground and injure his neck severely. That's all the strength she can even muster at this point.

Yari Takane (691) has posed:
With both a slightly sauteed Fembot over his shoulders, as well as a sleepy Officer Rondel? The poor man doesn't stand much of a chance as Sanary puts herself in motion. WHACK! Right into the ground goes the man, a horrible sound coming from his neck. He doesn't move, but his two partners do. Grabbing Sanary and Ferham each, the two are soon hog-tied before one of the men shoots their downed companion.

By now, there's sounds of sirens on the way, and the group hauls the two girls into the trunk of a car. Squishing the two together and giving Sanary a dose of booze-like drugs to keep her at least nice and compliant, the trunk is shut. There's little room to move around unless one wants to press into the other capturee.

Yari, unconscious as she is, is dragged off by a medic arriving on scene. It's a horrid shot, but she'll likely live with prompt medical attention. As she drifts in and out of consciousness, she can't help but mutter out the names of her two friends mournfully, tears falling from her eyes even as she fitfully rests.

The getaway cars are swift, and soon, the two women would find themselves in the hands of their captors. To what end, they wouldn't yet know, but they would find out their horrid fate soon enough!