2450/Gang Warfare

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Gang Warfare
Date of Scene: 14 June 2015
Location: Techno Urbania
Synopsis: A gang war breaks out between Las Locos and the Black Blade Syndicate in Cyberia, and a familiar sword resurfaces
Cast of Characters: 748, 797


Higeki (797) has posed:
Techno Urbania, Cyberia sector
18th Street, Tenement #4
Las Locos gang territory, currently under siege

    The building, infested with members of a violent little gang run by a Mexican kingpin known only as Vicious Vallejo. It's a tall, fat structure of many stories, the sort of fabricated housing that dense cities assemble to accomodate as many people as possible in the smallest footprint they can manage, and as cheaply as they can get away with. It's clearly been here for a long time, and in general need of repair. After today, more than ever.

    Las Locos gang members, unified by their skull and crossbones bandanas, lean out of windows to fire on cars in the street while a firefight chatters away in the two lower floors. The men under fire in both places: Members of the Black Blade Syndicate, all connected by dressing sharply in suits and many of them with ties. Men duck behind parked cars and return fire, and the streets are filled with the chatter of illegal arms as well as the more hesitant pops of pistols and the occasional boom of a shotgun going off inside.

    Though there are police cars present, the uniformed officers seem more intent on turning civilians away and escorting building residents out rather than interfering with the gunfight itself.

    In the midst of it all, standing out in a group of suited men with firearms, is a teenaged girl in a boarding school uniform and a ceramic kabuki mask themed after a fox. Rather than run, she stands with her back to a panel van, discussing something with one of the men. And rather than a firearm, what she holds is a distinctive Japanese sword in its scabbard, planted against the asphalt at her feet, hand resting on the hilt: "They backed out of the deal. I want everyone in that building fuckin' dead, you hear me? If they ain't smart enough to clear outta this shitstorm, they're with Las Locos. Blow the fuckers up if you have to."

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     Domon Kasshu doesn't consider himself an icon of justice. It's not something he's ever aspired to, and even his current crusade is borne out of vengeance rather than its more noble counterpart. That dark motivation is exactly what's brought him to Techno Urbania, as his traitorous brother could find any number of hiding places in a sprawling city like this one. It's not too different than the less ravaged parts of their own earth, save for the large collections of seemingly useless but still-running machinery. Eventually, he ducks into what looks to him like a place Kyoji might have hidden.

     The Gundam fighter receives suspicious glances from the gang members, and pays them back in kind. Domon finds one of them leaning beside a window. He can tell that they're starting to surround him--he doesn't care. "Have you seen this man?" The photograph is held out for the gang banger's benefit.

     The gruff vagrant doesn't speak, but simply shakes his head. Domon opens his mouth to speak. The gunfight begins, and he dives for cover. Bullets zip through the air, and Domon finds cover soon enough. Between bursts of gunfire, he peeks outside to spot the attackers, then leaps brazenly from the window to charge one of their positions.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    "I look like directory assistance, man?" is about the only response Domon gets when he shoves his picture at the skull-bandana'd Locos member. His comrades start to crowd up around Domon, as if expecting him to start something. One rests a hand on a handgun tucked into his belt. But the outbreak of violence isn't here in this little bar across the street from Tenement #4, but within the building itself, which pulls the Las Locos attention from Domon to the rattle of automatic weapons outside, and various curses.

    "Fuckin' Black Blades, man!"

    While the Gundam Fighter charges out, he finds his friends-of-dubious-intent in hot pursuit. The man he was questioning shoots him a question: "You with them or you with Las Locos, man?! Answer fast!"

    Further down the street, the fox-masked girl turns towards the bar front when a martial artist and a bunch of Locos burst through the front window, "The hell?" Quickly she pulls her weapon up, gesturing with her free hand, "Tell the others, Las Locos is calling in backup from elsewhere in town. Make sure we don't get our asses shot off from behind." She raises that arm to shield herself when a nearby car explodes, showering the street with flaming wreckage, "--And blow the fuckin' building down! I wanna donate a city park there in five minutes, don't make me look stupid!"

    "Yes ma'am!"

    With her underlings scattering, the clear leader of the Black Blades lowers her sheathed weapon to her side and approaches at a walking pace down the sidewalk, while Domon himself scatters a group of gunmen crouched behind a shot-up sedan: "Hey! You on the side of drug-running shitbags or are you with us?!"

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     Great. A gang war--Domon isn't the brightest, but even he can, on occasion, spot exactly what he doesn't need. However... he is easily manipulated. Drugs have had an extremely deleterious effect on Earth's population. With the development of the Gundam Fight and the poverty of the people living there, drug dealers have made a nice little niche for themselves. Guys like Michelo Chariot, who make a quick buck and then use it to push other people around. Domon's hand clenches into a fist, the young fighter firing a response back at the approaching leader. "I'd /never/ help a drug dealer!" This gang dresses nicer than the others, so maybe they can afford to do other kinds of crime. Maybe... he can also ask them for a favor, if he helps them.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    "Then your friends ain't your friends!" the fox-masked woman shouts. Her hand shifts to wrap her fingers about the hilt of her weapon, leaning forward slightly as she approaches.

    "Shit it's their boss bitch!" The very same guy who Domon had been questioning reaches behind his back, producing a pistol from the waistband of his jeans. His friend has already pulled his own piece out, raising it to aim.

    The Black Blades boss takes one more step and then plants her foot down, leaning forward. There's the slightest of metallic sounds when her katana clears its sheath. Quite suddenly she's not there anymore. Ten paces closer, she slides to a halt, her sword held out in a wide arc traced by crimson, glittering in the late afternoon sun. It's the blood from the two men accompanying Domon, spraying out from a single slash that has crossed both of them in fatal ways. With grunts, they collapse, while she swings the sword down and slides it, bloody, back into the scabbard she holds.

    "Lucky you ran into me, then. These guys are Las Locos. Drug pushers. The kind of scum that gives crack to little kids to get them hooked." Using the scabbard, she prods one, "They all wear these bandanas. You wanna help the Black Blades wipe 'em out?" She raises her sword and points at Tenement #4, "There's a guy in there, King Boss Asshole, Vicious Vallejo. Runs the Las Locos. You kill him an' I'll give you cash. Bring him to me /alive/ and I'll grant you any one favor you want."

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     Domon's eyes widen at the speed of the strikes. He takes a step back, looking to either side of him as the Locos members fall. His expression returns to its usual hard, determined state, and he closes his eyes slowly. A favor from someone this powerful, with this many connections? He almost wants to fight her--there's not a doubt in his mind that he can find Vallejo for her. He could probably even take her here, but there are too many distractions. But... a fight with her would ultimately be that. Kyoji could be hiding anywhere, and she's someone like Vega--someone well equipped to find him. Domon's eyes open, his pupils practically aflame with drive.

     "I'll find Vallejo! Just stay out of my way."

     Domon casts aside his red cloak and just /runs/ right up to the tenement, with no strategy or regard for his own health.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    With the men on the upper floors engaged in gunfights with Black Blades hiding amidst cars, a conversation between the Black Blade Boss and Domon is largely ignored--mostly because neither of them are shooting at the building, which is the more pressing concern. It's only when the Gundam Fighter whirls aside and charges the building that someone takes notice of him as a threat. The gunman, in a second story window, swings his aim down towards Domon, emptying the latter half of his Uzi's clip and then fumbling to reload while cursing in Spanish.

    "Stay out of your way?" The fox-masked woman seems stunned by this, turning to watch Domon dash off. Without looking, she snaps her sword out, still in its scabbard, to catch his cape, and then tosses it to her other side. Immediately, a suspiciously more butler-like Black Blade is there to catch and fold it neatly over his arm.

    "God, is he some kind of idiot?" Her eyes wander down to her sword, oozing with violet-tinged energy from its recent sanguine feast. Slowly, a grin crosses her face. "...Yeah. I better watch his back. Help 'em out."

    The weapon almost seems pleased by this decision.

    Kicking off, Chell vaults the sedan and lands in a low crouch, hand resting on the sword's hilt, and breaks into a run. She uses that same dashing technique, though this time merely to close distance with Domon.

    "I won't get in your way," she states alongside the Gundam Fighter, "But I ain't letting you in there alone, either. Call me Black Fox." Not exactly the best codename, but she's just thinking on her feet here.

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     The rattle of automatic weaponry is by no means unfamiliar to Domon. Rather than dive out of the way, he stands exactly where he is, stopping his assault. That tattoo on his hand begins to glow, bright enough to be visible even in the light of day. His hands begin to move, one after the other, in concentric circles fast enough that the glowing tattoo leaves streaks of red in the air. When his hands cease their motions and are able to be seen distinctly again, the freshly fired bullets can also be seen--stuck between his fingers like coins.

     Domon glares daggers at the man with the automatic weapon, then looks quickly over his shoulder. "Black Fox... I'm Domon Kasshu." The bullets ring out as he drops them, harmlessly clattering against the ground. Domon shoulder-checks the front door hard enough to make it into a short-ranged projectile. Working on the surprise from his entrance, he dives in.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    Domon catches bullets from a submachine gun. The man holding that weapon, up on the second story, stares dumbfounded mid-reload at Domon when he presents the bullets, then drops them. There's a blink. There's two more blinks. And then he simply drops his weapon and the magazine, "Fuck that, I'm out!" He removes his skull bandana and drops that too, then ventures back into the building with his hands held up, "I'm SO out!"

    The door is less fortunate. Wrenched from its hinges, it sails several meters down the hallway, bowling down gang members and smashing a barricade made out of tables. At least one unlucky sod is pinned underneath it, groaning.

    Though she charges in behind Domon, ready to pull her weapon, the so-called Black Fox gang leader pauses, then straightens her posture, "You work fast." A gunshot rings out, causing her to drop back into a ready stance and go for her sword. Further down the hall, crouched in opposing doorways, two gang members open fire. One with a pistol, the other with an obviously illegal assault rifle. Ignoring the bloodspray from her own arm, the Black Blades gang leader pulls her sword just a few inches from its scabbard, "--Follow it!"

    She then wrenches the weapon free, carving a wave of violet light through the air, from floor to ceiling. This slashes a divot down the center of the entry corridor, causing both gunmen to duck back into cover.

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     Everyone thinks that catching bullets is some kind of feat of mastery. Perhaps the way that's phrased isn't exactly fair. It is a feat of mastery, but if Domon could catch bullets all of the time, he'd /do/ it all the time. The fact of the matter is, it's like juggling chainsaws. Doing it requires a lot of talent, but it also assumes that a lot of things are going right. One guy in a window is a lot different than a stirred up beehive full of pissed off gangbangers at different angles, using guns with different ammo capacities, firing bullets at different speeds. That's some serious multitasking--and Domon Kasshu is about as single-minded as a man can get.

     "RRAARGH!" Taking a page from Black Fox, he gets hit, but keeps moving, following the divot in the floor at full tilt. Thug on the left, thug on the right. Jump to the right, push off of the wall on the right for more leverage. A glance behind him--she can handle herself. Someone pops out of cover. Domon's foot pops into their face.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    Huddling behind his rifle, the left-side thug cringes when the slash wave passes him, "What the /HELL/ was that?! They got shit like that?!" When he gets no answer, he lowers his weapon to spy his comrade, smashed through a door by Domon's foot of justice and just kinda hanging there, half inside someone's apartment, "--Shit--!"

    Thug #2 lowers his assault rifle, but doesn't get a chance to open fire. The blade in Black Fox's hand cleaves downward, slicing the weapon neatly in two right in front of where the banana-shaped magazine attaches. This also severs its wielder's arm at the wrist, and he lets out a stunned shout, dropping the remains of his weapon to reach for his bleeding arm.

    He doesn't make it.

    With a swift motion, Black Fox swings her blade up in an arc, neatly bisecting the thug as well as the door he was hiding against. The blade is swung back, spun around, and then driven back into the scabbard.

    "You wreck shit pretty good," the woman remarks, "I'll have to keep you in mind when I need the extra muscle, Kasshu."

    "Well fuck me sideways," This new voice comes from the top of the stairwell. Standing there, a machete tucked under one arm, a husky Mexican fellow with a cigar claps his meaty hands together, "You two put on quite a show for Vallejo, heh." The clapping stops and he removes the machete from where it's held, the other arm unslinging a shotgun, "I mean, shit. Your Black Blade thugs are filling in the front. Here I am takin' a stroll out the back door and here's Queen Bitch herself an' her latest boyfriend. Pity I gotta kill you two, ya ain't gettin' Las Locos."

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     Domon's fist clenches in anger. This could be Vallejo, if he's the sort to refer to himself in the third person. It could also be a goon he's hired or impressed into helping. Whoever he is, it doesn't matter. All Domon Kasshu sees is an obstacle. This guy's getting in the way of his favor, which means... he's getting in the way of his vengeance. The Gundam fighter grits his teeth. He's not the brightest bulb, but when it comes to fighting, he displays a surprising level of innovation and creativity. Adaptability.

     Master Asia's lessons come to mind as the decrepit air conditioning gently brushes across his face. The shotgun is trouble, of course. Catching dozens of pellets at once is not really possible. What he needs to do is disarm this guy before he has the chance to shoot. And how can he do that? Well... he might be able to ape one of Master's techniques. He reaches a hand up, gently undoes his headband. Domon closes his eyes. At first, what he does might invite laughter. He twirls the headband around. How did Master Asia do it...?

     Domon jumps high enough to flirt with the ceiling, spinning laterally in the air at a rapid pace. He strikes a pose, digging his fist into the wall for support. The headband lashes out like a whip, wrapping around the shotgun.

     "I'M NOT HER BOYFRIEND!"

     Domon tugs.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    He certainly has the air of Gang Boss about him, and the hiss from Black Fox is enough to betray a bit more about the man's identity. Domon's antics indeed get a laugh out of him, even as he levels the shotgun, "Puttin' on another show? I appreciate you givin' me something to laugh about before I blow your asses away--"

    With a snapping sound, the headband wraps around the weapon and yanks. It doesn't wrench the gun out of Vallejo's hand, but it does pull his aim off, discharging a mass of shot into the wall rather than his intended victims. With a Spanish curse, he yanks back on it, though with the headband wrapped around it, he's unable to rack the slide to reload the weapon.

    Black Fox kicks into action, hurling herself up the stairs underneath Domon and right into the gang boss' face. Her sword unsheathes, clean and glistening, wreathed in violet light. Vallejo brings his machete up to block it, the blades clashing with a ringing of steel and a shower of sparks. He's successfully blocked her weapon, though the power she placed behind the blow has nearly cleaved completely through his own melee weapon.

    Struggling with his shotgun due to Domon while pressing his muscle and weight against the Black Fox to keep her from cleaving him in two, Vallejo grunts, "--Jesus, lady! Where'd you find your--"

    "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     He's too strong to let go of the weapon completely. So, the only thing to do is to make it virtually useless for him. "I thought you wanted him alive!" Drywall crumbles as Domon claws his way forward, his back bumping against the ceiling. There's not much clearance between the ceiling and Vallejo--the descent is clumsy. Domon's elbow, through no intention of his own, bumps against the back of the gang boss' head, and his heavy work boots land on the top of the stairwell with an unflattering thud. The end result is accomplished, however ungraceful the means may be.

     Not once during his descent does Domon release the headband--and if Vallejo is unwilling to release the shotgun, then it's a simple matter of using leverage to yank the weapon into a worthless angle. Worthless, that is, unless Vallejo feels particularly like reloading and shooting a whole lot of empty wall.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    Vicious Vallejo wrestles one-handed with his shotgun, wrenching on it to try and work it free while Domon climbs around and keeps the weapon pointed at a useless angle. Quickly, his attention shifts to the Black Fox, who growls behind her kabuki mask.

    "I only wanted him alive," the woman hisses, "So I could kill him myself--!" And then Domon inadvertantly bonks the heavyset Mexican on the head during his ungraceful Spider-Man impression.

    This throws him off, and the woman capitalizes on it by wrenching her sword back, leaving only a nasty deep divot in the blade of his machete. Stepping back, still wielding the katana one-handed, the Black Blade Syndicate sweeps her blade horizontally with such force that it spins her around, putting her back to Vallejo, who has gone oddly silent.

    Lifting her scabbard, the woman slowly sheathes her bloody, aura-wreathed blade into its scabbard. With each inch that disappears, the same purple flame grows more intense around the gang boss, who lets out a pained shout. With a swift motion, the woman completes her sheathing motion with a metallic click.

    In that same instant, Vallejo's body bursts in half, collapsing in a heap and burning with violet flames.

    "...That'll shut down Las Locos," she mutters, "Cleans up some trash in this city, too." Her posture straightens and she glances over her shoulder, "But you helped me get here, so I'll honor my side of the deal. A fat stack of cash and a favor, wasn't it?"

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     Domon's eyes widen. That sword's power--it's unmistakably immense. The nature of the power, whether it's good or evil, is up for debate. The user certainly seems to be putting it to a justifiable use. The city is probably better off without Vallejo, even if killing him was a bit extreme. Domon frowns. Cash... isn't so important to him as the favor. "Keep the cash," he says, his volume conversational for the first time today. "As for the favor..."

     He reaches into his weathered windbreaker and removes a photograph. It's old. Torn, and frayed at the edges, the picture has already faded to the point where it's all in sepia tones. It depicts a young man with shoulder-length hair, a child on his shoulder. The picture is torn in such a way as to remove the child's face. The young man himself has the look of a scholar, an inquisitive frown on his face, distinctly different from the angry man holding the picture aloft. Seagulls fly in the distance, and the bottom right corner bears a timestamp.

     FC-048-7-24

     "I helped you find Vallejo, Black Fox. If you see this man, call me... and I'll consider the favor returned."

Higeki (797) has posed:
    Black Fox lowers her weapon, still pulsing with violet energies, but its hunger for massacre seems to be satisfied--for now. The writhing purple light dims within the scabbard, and she turns fully, "Keep it? Fine with me, s'long as I offered it, I'm satisfied if you reject it." And then a photograph is held out for her inspection.

    Given the age, the Black Fox doesn't reach out to take it. She assumes this is probably the only picture of this person that Domon even owns. So she takes a different route. With her free hand, she digs around inside her blazer, then removes a smartphone, tapping the screen code in with her thumb. After a moment, she holds it out and zooms her viewfinder, snapping a photograph of the photograph.

    Once done, she turns the phone around so Domon can see it, "Got it. I'll distribute this to my capos. If this guy shows up anywhere in Black Blade Syndicate territory, I'll know. And then you'll know." She withdraws her phone, then, and tucks it away, "The stiff got a name?"

Domon Kasshu (748) has posed:
     "Kyoji." Domon tucks the photo away. He falls silent at that, fists clenched and quivering with suppressed anger. It seems that's a lot of what this man is--suppressed anger, constantly boiling over and looking for any excuse to explode. "His name's Kyoji Kasshu." Yes, this is a family matter. The name is spoken at a conversational volume, but by no means is the tone affectionate. "He took something from me," says the Gundam fighter, retrieving his headband. He ties it back, the final tug a little more brisk than necessary.

Higeki (797) has posed:
    "Family shit," Black Fox states, nodding slightly. Her eyes are closed, but through her kabuki mask, it's hard to tell, "Yeah, I know where this is goin'." She tilts her head at some distant gunfire, then simply turns around and swings her sheathed sword up onto her shoulder, "Yeah, we'll let you know if he passes through here, and I'll pass it along--nobody hurts him but you. I want you to get all the face-punching in your heart can stand."

    "For now, I'm out. My guys will wrap up here, Las Locos is collapsing, and Vicious Vallejo is history. All we gotta do now is liquidate their assets an' take over. Boring shit, a guy like you wouldn't care for it. It's all business."