Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time [Skirmish][Dorian]

Black was not in a pleasant mood at all. First and foremost they were dealing with yet more "taskings" from the court tonight. But to make matters worse, from the head, he was supposed to "ensure" Shota didn't go on another binge again. To their boss's displeasure Shota had been developing a habit of eating more than was strictly necessary. And from this development came some rising rumors of ghoul activity in Suginami. Which was supposed to be one of the safest wards around given there was a surprising lack of ghoul feastings. At least that was how it had been until recently.

Black was not pleased either because this meant it'd start attracting eyes from outside the court and that would make it harder for him and Dorian to leave the court unharmed. Especially if said eyes were say from Aogiri or worse yet the CCG. At least I have orders to stop him if Shota starts going a bit crazy again. Tonight is he allowed to eat the ghoul we're after however after that? It's all on me to keep him from going further. Still. . . Shota isn't a defender of this ward for nothing. Our "master" picked them for a reason. I don't like these odds.

The worst part of all this was Shota when he wasn't on a binge feeding was almost someone Dorian could like. Light blue hair, tree bark brown eyes, all wrapped up with a fair complexion and a bit of childlike youth to him despite nearing 30 years old. He was quite the man. But Black and Dorian alike had seen him during a binge. The way his eyes narrowed to pins and the way he damn near soaked himself in others blood. Let alone how savagely he ate every portion of a person. The man even had the audacity to moan, albiet not loudly (yet). Neither personality ever felt safe with him around and tonight was the same.

Currently the man in question was walking in front of Black with his 3 piece suit on, also light blue and mask tucked away in his jacket. A wide smile on his face as he took in a breath of air. He glanced back speaking up to Black. Dorian-kun! Why are you so sullen? It's a beauftiful night. Filled with beautiful people! And the air is about as clear as it can get! I almost wish I could place it in a wine glass and take my time savoring it. Ah~ Still it's not like our mission tonight is all that difficult. We simply need to kill a ghoul whose trying to undermine us by feeding information to the Aogiri. Once we're done you and I are free to go do our own thing! Even more reason to be happy since it's an especially lightly taksed evening! Cheer up alight?

He was aggravating. So incredibly aggravating. But he wasn't wrong. So long as things went well this would be his only task for the night. Dorian and himself could sleep and prepare for the very rare day off from both work and taskings. IF it didn't, Black was likely in for an all-nighter. Something frequent and also NOT something he was a fan of. Still in order to not piss off Shota he did take a deep breath and at least put away the frown on his face before speaking up. "You've a point Shota. So where is the ghoul in question? The master only told me I was to accompany you today in case things with this ghoul get messy. I wasn't actually told where they were located."

Shota immediately chuckled to himself like it was some kind of big fucking joke as to why Black hadn't been informed. After a few moments however he turned around completely, walking backwards and spoke to Black. "Oh that's because I was briefed first! Master said as long as I knew it didn't matter if you did. ~ However the answer is the new nightclub in the red light district. Clever set up given the court isn't exactly fond of the "filth" there. But nevertheless we must go and expunge it. Do you have any other questions in the meantime? Perhaps how my day was and why I'm in such a dashing sky blue suit?" Shota immedaitely turned around to walk normally and kept laughing to himself as he dedcided to go on without any prompt from Black about his suit.

You know what? I might just take death at the hands of the CCG if it meant not dealing with this asshole. Still that was a smart place to set up shop. It wouldn't stop the court but it would delay them for a time. Especially if it's raunchy. Which as I recall Dorian hearing the nightclub was incredibly so since in it's words "We'll out strip every other club in town and do so while still leaving everything to the imagination." I hope for their sake that's not false advertising as there will be more than just the court to deal with if they are.

If there was one good thing about tonight it was that Black got to decide the wardrobe of the day. A dark green long sleeve shirt, with with grey pants, and dark tan worker books was all he wore. No undershirt. No monkey suit. And thankfully it wasn't so warm he'd start sweating from the long sleeve. If there was any accessory he had on it was simply the tan belt he wore. But that was it. Plain and simple.

Oh but lets not forget he had his briefcase on his person. And freshly updated with a new look to not make everyone around him think he was a CCG member. And because the court was not a fan of it. Now it was simply a small leather "briefcase" in name only. It was more like a purse in his opinion but he could deny that it did look fairly good actually. And could be considered a hand held backpack of sorts. So it was infinitely more inconspicuous. With one last thought race through Black's mind he continued behind Shota as they made their way to the red light district. If anyone is listening, please let tonight be done with quickly and easily. For Dorian's sake if no one else's.

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{Shota stats and stuff}
Character Name: Shota Zanishima

Faction: Cannibal Court

Age: 27

Birthday: 27th July

Blood Type: A+

Height/Weight: 5ft 4in / 132 lbs.

RC-Type: Koukaku (+Resilience / -Potency)

Rank: B

Stats:

• Strength:
• Speed:
• Aim:
• Resilience:
• Presence:
• Potency:

Kagune Description:

When activated the kagune being a koukaku sprouts out from the back. The form however is representative of a spider's legs with an excuberrant about of "hair" on them. These legs number in 2, one from each shoulder blade. These legs extend outward 4 feet and the last foot of each leg ends in a blade with the backside being rounded to aide in attack deflection. Meanwhile the inner portion has a single sharpened blade to allow for cutting and slashing opponents. To make the whole display more interesting the legs themselves have a fine cloud of silky hair strands that encircle and even extend outwards for about half a foot.



Kagune Traits:


Major Trait - Adhesive Hairs

While not the most incredible ability known to man the power of this Kagune is incredibly potenet. It excretes a sticky substance onto the fine hairs that surround the legs. This in turn allows the legs to adhere to whatever they come in contact with. Walls can be climbed, the floor can be grabbed to prevent forced movement, hell even opponents and other objects can be grabbed onto. The best part of this trait however is that this adhesion property allows the user to decide when they want to release by simply stopping the adhesion. The application of this property is limited only by the creativity of the user.

How this works in terms of adhering to others or preventing the user from moving is simple. The user initiates a clash between their strength and the strength/potency (depending on what is hitting them) or forcing them to move. If the user has equal or higher strength then they do not move or are able to adhere to an object/being.

There is one glaring weakness of these adhesive hairs. The substance is incredibly susceptible to fire. Fire not only continues to burn the legs and anything in contact with them, while the user is secreting the substance, but it immediately negates the ability to hold onto anything. The only other method of getting free of these hairs is by having an outside force help pull out an individual but must have higher strength to do so.

Traits:


Minor Trait - Durable

Characters with this trait are more durable than the average ghoul or human they would be compared to. While more characters can sustain up to their Resiliency + 1 C rank wound before dying/passing out, this character is capable of further punishment before being knocked out. The character now requires Resiliency + 1 B rank wound before dying/passing out.


Major Trait - Sensory Expert

A Character with this Trait has taken the time to hone their senses further beyond an extraordinary level, allowing them to hear and distinguish the differences between all sounds within fifty feet of them, even on the fly. Characters with this Trait can make use of it to determine the exact positions of objects or people through walls, hearing nearby heartbeats, etc. Upgraded version of "Sensory Specialist".

Raunchy did not even begin to describe this place. Black and Dorian had seen things like porn and been to an occasional strip club, usually on the behalf of others. But this place made everything else look like it's just rated R as opposed to XXX. There were 3 different stages with smaller ones placed throughout the place a bar on either end of the joint and a no shit runway through the center that came up from a basement level and went back down to said level. Hell the owner had even gone so far as to have cages suspended in the air to ensure no matter where you looked there was something to catch the eye. If nothing else the owner must have had or made enough money to make Dorian look like a beggar from another country.

To make matters worse it was packed. Not that Shota minded. Casting a glance at Shota and he already saw his eyes start to narrow just a bit as the smile on his face was ever so slowly becoming predatory. Black simply sighed to himself and shoulder checked Shota while grunting to get his attention. Needless to say the latter was not thrilled to be reminded that Dorian was here but didn't do much else but frown at him as he listened. "In your own words Shota, we need to find the ghoul in question and then the night is ours to do as we please. Seperately. Please focus for the time being. Especially since I don't know the individual in question."

Shota almost looked pissed but the frustration for not immediately gorging on someone took over. Ultimately with a few deep breathes and a strength of will Dorian didn't think he'd had Shota returned to normal. "Thank you Dorian, I'd forgotten our goal in the heat of the moment. I'll describe our target to you so you can keep an eye out for her as well. I might get. . . Shota gulped and started to have that look again, only for it to be banished back somewhere deeper for the time being. Again. This truly is a den of temptations for a ghoul hehehe. Let's take our time here if only to ensure we get the right female. Oh! I didn't describe her yet. Petite, dyed bright blonde hair, green eyes, russian in descent, though if you talk to her you won't hear any accent.

She'd have to be emotional or upset prior to her accent or native tongue coming through. She's just as likely to be in a dress as she is in a skimpy outfit. However her self acclaimed title is "The Madam". That should be enough to work off of. However you will find that she holds the courts signature on her body somewhere. She was one of us once upon a time. Now keep your eyes peeled, there's a great many women to go over here." With that Shota began looking over the various crowds and tables as they began to head towards the bar on the right side of the main room. Black begrudingly following behind.

Though Dorian looked around he didn't spot very many individuals with tattoo's. At least those showing tattoo's anyway. And even when he did find the rare breed they weren't a tattoo of a moth. The Cecropia moth at that. He shuddered mentally at the fact the crazy court was a fan of bugs. It was one thing for a kagune to be similar to one. It was another for there to be a theme related to such. Sure it was likely a peculiarity of their leader more than anything else but it was something he was glad he never had to get. Especially since he was considered a slave and thus "lesser" and "unworthy" of the mark. He was certain the scarring over his body was more than enough. Especially the one over his sternum. Damn corpse devourer had made that one themself.

He shook his head to get himself away from these thoughts. Dorian could hear them and would no doubt get upset if he kept up with them. Thus Black redoubled his efforts to focus on the search and boy would he find something that stood out FAR more than any woman with a moth tattoo would. He found the motherload of trouble. A CCG agent. And from the way she was constantly looking around it seemed she was also here for someone in particular. Damnit Shota I knew you'd start attracting the CCG! Goddamn fool! UGH. We need to leave. I need to convince him to try this again tomorrow or some other night. If we're caught the CCG will be on this ward like flies to a shocker. Where is he though?! Taking his gaze away from Setsuko he tried searching the bar, currently overcrowded, only to find his ward was nowhere in sight. He'd lost Shota. In a crowd of people. People he was already starting to struggle holding himself back from eating on the spot.

Black just yelled mentally before forcefully making his way to the bar regardless. With a resting bitch face that put most people's paranoia's with ghouls to shame he made no attempt to be nice about getting to the bar and figuring out just where the idiot had gone to. The bartender was his only source of information and god help them all if they didn't have any idea where Shota was. Because this was going to get bloody REAL quick.

Black had many things going through his mind, a lot of which were Dorian's fears about what Shota would be doing or could be doing. But his own involved how much attention that idiot would bring to the court if he fed right here right now. Not to mention the actual "job" they were here for. Oh but lets not forget the CCG investigator that showed up. As far as Black was concerned shit was hitting the fan it waves and it was only going to go from bad to worse if he didn't stop it. Thus when he got to the right bar he immediately grabbed the bartenders attention trying to get anything from them.

Sadly for Black Shota neither ordered anything for himself nor anyone else. And though the bartender recognized him upon description had claimed to lose sight of them given how packed it was. Black just grabbed the sides of his head and growled to himself in frustration. Calm down. It's not the bartenders fault we can't find Shota. Right now we just need to keep our eyes open and try to find him. The sooner the better. Let the master know what happened and that we'll try this again tomorrow. Ok. Ok. We've a pl- This is when Black would finally register someone was actively trying to talk to him. And that's when his eyes went wide in shock and frustration that it was the CCG investigator who wanted his attention. For fuck's sake what am I a CCG magnet?! Oh and even better she's drunk. And . . . upset that I didn't get the hint? What. . . Oh you ARE kidding me. She REALLY thought I was . . . That I'd even consider? UGH. In any other circumstance this would be funny given Dorian's preference is men. But right now I could strangle her and feel ok about it. I need to leave and find Shota. NOW.

Black took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he breathed in and when he let it out he practically glared at Setsuko. Though his frustration was not her fault she was currently poking the bear so to speak and he was already fed up with the situation as is. So with that in mind he made sure to speak up loud enough that she'd hear him and curt enough so that she'd leave him alone, hopefully, when he was done speaking towards her. "First and foremost, I'm not interested in you. No it's not because your CCG, though it doesn't help. I swing for the other team. Second if you wanted to be noticed you should have spoken up. This place is loud from the music alone, not including the fucking moshpit of perverted bodies here. And lastly, I'm not going to tell a drunk what I'm doing when they clearly aren't all there to begin with. If I were you I'd focus on not losing my briefcase, it's already half out of your hand and some men on the opposite side of you are staring at it with keen interest."

With his piece said Black immediately started forcing his way through the bodies returning to his search. The original target of his and shota's mission forgotten utterly. His only goal, the one thing that mattered was finding him. He had his quinque on him if things got rough and he wouldn't listen to reason. But what he could not fix was someone bleeding out or dying if Shota attacked at random. But this entire place was packed so finding him inside would be fucking hectic at best. Black was tempted to call the Court, specifically their master, but thought against it. It was his task and if he fucked it up, he'd have hell to pay. Besides if the she drunk started stalking him or doing some other dumb shit because she was "upset" at him, like she'd already chosen to be, he would have another headache to deal with. And the last thing he wanted now was someone else to effectively carry around. Especially one who might get him killed on sight for any number of reasons.

Black was finally enjoying the relative "silence" of not having another person around, be it Shota or Setsuko. And it was great. Or well would be if not for two things. 1. The problems at hand. And 2. The she drunk was back. And apparently had taken his advice to ensure she and EVERYONE around them heard her. And what did she decide to say? She decided to yell out that he was apart of Aogiri, which while not true in ANY sense could be especially dangerous for him if any Court Member heard. Or really any one fucking else admittedly. He immediately spun on his feet and grabbed Setsuko's arm.

Don't kill her. Don't kill her.Don'tkillher.Don'tkillher.Dontkiller.Dontkiller.dontkillherdontkillherdontkiller. It's not worth it and there are WAY too many people here anyway. People . . . that are now going to put a name to face. . . I'm going to kill her. I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HER FOR MAKING ME A GODDAMN TARGET OF THE CCG. Try as she might Dorian was faster and stronger than her, physically anyway, so she'd find it incredibly hard to get out his grip since he was without a doubt going to drag the both of them out and to the back so that whatever drunken rage she had could be dealt with in relative peace. That and so she could stop trying to place a personal fucking marking on everything about Dorian.

But it would have been too much to ask Setsuko to get the point from him being fury incarnate and dragging her out. Instead she continued on like nothing was happening. Wondering why he joined. How she's going after Shota. How she wants his help because he's a crimingal. How he's suddenly not Aogiri but gay. . . "What?" Everything around them was toned out and unimportant. Even her wanting to come after Shota, unironically a successful if highly underwhelming success given she was who they sent. No what matter now was how loudly she had just proclaimed her realization to the world around them and they were only half way out the club.

Black was by no means an emotional man. He generally didn't quite "get" what Dorian experience because for him it was muted and just not involved in how he needed to keep them safe. This however was a whole new ball game. He could understand just what Dorian felt, Embarassment. Sheer. Utter. Humiliation. And the fact he could see it in the eyes of those around since they'd had a small but growing audience. Black actually froze for a moment as his mind had to not only reboot itself but also decide with only seconds to spare how he wanted to deal with this situation. And the worst part was nothing he could think of would help him or Dorian go back to being in the background and nor make up for the shame. Black knew from this point on he did NOT like this feeling and he'd not be making fun of Dorian for acting wierd when embarassed again.

Dorian did the only thing then that he knew he could do at this moment consequences be damned. He immediately let Setsuko down, moving his arm to her shoulder and forcing her to stand still. Then spun around and slapped the shit out of her. Slapping might be an underwhelming description of the action he did given just how loud the sound produced was and how red nearly a third of her face got. And this was him holding back since he likely would have damaged her skull and what little remained of her aidled brain matter, if such a thing existed prior to the alcohol.

From there he let her go and kicked over the nearby tables, snapping them in half or bending the metal leg keeping it tied to the floor. Then he glared the promise of an agonizing death to Setsuko before speaking incredibly quietly, so much so that it may have been hard for her to hear him. "Come near me again, speak to me again, or even attempt to do anything to me again and I will ensure that you won't get up from what happens next. Witnesses and your status as a CCG investigator be damned. Now. Leave me the FUCK alone." After that outburst he simply checked himself for his newer stylish carry bag since thats where his quinque was and then promptly stormed off, people finally moving out of the way as he promised death to each that dared to do anything but let him leave.

Meanwhile elsewhere in the club the two idiots had grabbed the attention of someone who wasn't a simple attendee to the club. Instead it was none other than Shota and Dorian's original target. She simply smiled to herself as she watched everything go down from the control room with screens displaying all parts of the club. "My my~ Someone finally managed to make the little whelp snap. If this one doesn't warrant my attention then who would? My dears, please clean up the mess our old "masters" pet made and see to it that the crowds are attended to. I'll take care of these two personally. Alright~ And don't forget darlings, have fun!~ The woman in question simply strutted her way out as she laughed to herself about the entire fiasco she'd witnessed.