A Night Like Any Other [ Open ]

[Katsuri Katashi]

( OOC: Katsuri is currently employed by a bar just on the edge of Barkers territory, its a rough sort of place, essentially a dive bar with armed guards. Katsuri is one of the bouncers, pretty much spends the night near the door, drinking and smoking, preventing anyone he thinks is going to be trouble from waltzing about. )

A large building, situated just on the edge of a war-zone, was lit up like a Christmas tree, the sign, resembling cobbled together neon read out BOOM BOOM Room, sitting at the forefront of this mess of illumination. It was at this particular place, littered with armed guards and rowdy patrons looking for a quick and dirty place to enjoy themselves away from the 'situation' of the world, that the large man was employed.

Just past the doors, this would have been his third cigarette of the evening, an evening that had only been going for two hours; An evening that had begun in the same way his nights had begun for the past three months since he had returned. The rather over-sized stool he was sitting on groaned under him with every move he made to try to remain comfortable. It was a god awful mess, chunks of wood cobbled together to support the leviathans mass.

There was a long drag of delicious ash. A sigh was followed, letting a rather large puff of smoke drift freely past his lips. He raised a leg up, pressing into the wall opposite of him and leaned back once more. Open bottle of vodka in his free hand was brought up, used more like a tiny beer can as he gulped down the remaining half in the thing and tossed it over to the accumulating pile in the corner behind him, wiping his mouth after.

The inside of the club was rather loud, thumping in fact, to the point that the wall his foot was resting on was vibrating from the latest pop drivel the speakers were spewing. Not that he cared given he had ear-buds in to drown it out. Nothing eventful seemed to happen here, at least not enough to warrant the big man exerting himself, armed guards after all went a long way to prevent such things.

Instead he got to sit here, shoo away children with fake ID's and handle belligerent drunk assholes incapable of controlling their liquor looking for a brawl or the odd handsy one being far too friendly with the on female staff or guests. Still. It was good pay, twenty bucks an hour just to be a wall of flesh, hell, it paid more than most teaching positions would now a days out of college. There was also the added benefit of discounts on alcohol, with at least one free bottle each night. It took care of the bills.

So here he sat, bottles gone, cigarette in his lips, and just a slight buzz rolling through him. Just enough he did not seem to care as his arms fell across his chest. "Another long night.. " Said, and subsequently followed with a rather loud and boisterous yawn as he looked over to his 'partner' in crime opposite of him, a fellow bouncer obviously. Christian. Fairly large and imposing man himself, though, small compared to the giant given he was only six-three. A nod to him. A gesture he had passed many a time, as he lay his head back and stare at the slightly grime ridden ceiling, waiting on the door to open next.

[John Nemo]

A thick, southwestern drawl came from Katsuri's right.

"Ah, well, theh night still young."

John sat, near a few other drunk men, his hat resting on his knee as he checked the watch attached to his wrist. It had been, as the big man said, a long night, with a long trail of hiding and spying. He had followed a Barker commander here, intent to end his life, but upon seeing that the gaurd at the door was actually the hulk without green skin, he decided to wait out the commanders drinking spirit and kill him once they were out of sight of this man-mammoth.

He turned his eyes toward the big guy, taking a long drag off his own smoke as he waited.

"Yer a rather big fella. I feel bad fer theh woman what gave birth teh you."

A grin- obviously, a joke. And perhaps even truth, who knows.

[Katsuri Katashi]

The big man was no fan of Barkers forces.. they had a tendency to do what they wanted despite the big man. It was safe to say the place had only been so peaceful thus-far from them just beginning to come here. Only two of them had come in at this point tonight anyhow.

The voice of another directed at him got a glance down from that ceiling, eyes focusing on the male with the cowboy hat. As he continued, quite obviously pointing his comments pointed at that leviathan, he spoke of the size of his mother? Katsuri looked down, further to the floor, for a moment at that, shook his head. There was a bit of a grin forming on his lips as he pulled head back up and replied. "My mother I am afraid was nearly as big as I am. She had no more trouble with childbirth than the average woman I imagine.

Which all things considered, was still a painful experience. After all, bringing a child into the world is not easy and is mired with slippery slopes difficult if not impossible to get out of. That big mans grin did not fade as he took another powerful drag of that paper laden tobacco, killing his own cigarette in that motion, cinder extinguished with his fingers only to have the remnant flicked to the side.

An exhale let loose a impressive plume of smoke, making it look like the man was radiating heat, continuing with, "And yes, the night is indeed young, however, I suppose it remains to be seen rather I will have to deal with bickering or greedy children."

Children? Those who could not hold their liquor. Those whom while under the influence of said spirits decided they were gods among men or ladies gift. Dangerous lot.

[John Nemo]

John cocked an eyebrow at the mans claim that his mother was as big as him. Several “yo momma” jokes came to mind, though none would apply considering his mother literally WAS huge. He flicked a little ash off to the side, chewing his lip a moment. He didn’t wanna tell the guy that he might be one of those little children needing a good smacking around, but he figured it was better to make awares than deal with him after they became friends.

After all, beating up your friends isn’t fun. No, it’s no fun at all.

“A Commander Crawford, from Barkers Sub-Elite troop, is inside. I plan tuh take his life tonight.”

A grin, before another deep drag.

“Preferably after he’s away from here. I don’t much fancy them handsuh yers wrapped around muh neck. Would be a bit uncomfortable, I’m thinkin’.”

He put the smoke out on the concrete before his luck was rewarded- from out of the alleyway next to Katsuri’s club, three men came walking out- civilians, by the look of their dress. Following them were the two Barker soldiers, one of them being Crawford. They must have exited through a side door, and one of the three civilians seemed to be bleeding. John spat.

"Well, Speakuh the devil..."

Barkers men sneered.

“Come outside? Fuckin’ moron. Now you have no guard to protect you!”

Stats of Civilians:

All Stats 10

Stats of Crawford Minion:

All stats 15

Stats of Crawford:

All stats 18

[Katsuri Katashi]

"Away from here would be best, the guards have an itchy trigger finger when it involves Barkers trash... what given the proximity to the nest and all."

This was of course, interrupted immediately after by the sound of said trash barking commands at lord knows who. This was neutral territory, they knew it, didn't care. Eyes closed and another sigh slipped from his lips, this time barely noticeable, more of a mental note.

He sat there, for a good bit as the commandant trash spouted nonsense. No guard was the wrong thing, what with most of the armed men layered around the building now alert, and at least three of them aiming down that alley way. It would have been quite easy to litter them with holes, but that also would have meant causing a conflict with this place and Barker. Something Katsuri wanted to avoid.

The lumbering man rose from his seat slowly, a slight buzz working through his system as he did so. A blank, if not bored expression, worked across his face. "Why is it... children never learn." It was not the first time he'd dealt with trash like this, wouldn't be the last.. he was the other reason, what besides the armed guards, and ludicrous amount of money, that Barkers men had a tendency to 'behave' inside.

The front door was opened and he stepped out, leaving Christian on watch, and waving for one of the guards at the front to back him up should the need arise. A leap would have had the big man coming up, and then kicking off the railing of that fence ridden walkway to the entrance, cobbled together with various bits of sheet metal, yet sturdy.

He landed, quite softly for a leviathan of his size, standing right at the mouth of the alley. The forming crowd cleared, as the guard, and the regulars knew what this meant and the knew better than to stand in the bath of the bull. "I am going to give both parties here a chance to get away from my building, what, seeing as I am feeling like a nice guy tonight."

A hand was held up with five fingers showing, " I am going to count to five, if you are not out of my sight. I will remove you personally."

[John Nemo]

He nodded at the mans statement that later would be better. He couldn't agree more. S'why he was out here shootin' shit with the fellow and not inside cutting up barker necks. As the fight stepped into view, John chuckled a little at the bouncers query regarding children never learning. "Hell if I know, big dog. Daddy issues, maybe." He spat a little, the acrid flavor of ash and raspberry cigarette still heavy on his tongue. His eyes took in the slow, methodical way the thousand pound human hulk stepped out and over to the fray. He didn't move, content to draw his knife and clean under the fingernails of his left hand, watching.

Meanwhile, the three civvies took off running, the two Barker soldiers staring up at Katashi with a look of confusion, almost as if trying to process the mans size and whether they simply had too much to drink. Crawford spat.

"Mind your own fuckin' business, Rhino, before we put you down instead."

John snorted, causing Crawford at his friend to look over. He played it off smoothly.

"Nah, you tell him. Theh bigger they are, theh harder they fall, right?"

If Katsuri happened to look his way, he'd give the big man a wink, making it obvious his intentions to provoke them with that statement.

His sarcasm was lost on the two drunk men, however, who were only imboldened by the comments. They drew knives.

"Yeah, take a hike, prick, unless you wanna die tonight!"

[Katsuri Katashi]

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			Did not seem like these idiots were going to make his life any easier.. a rather loud sigh was let free of his lips as the first two fingers on his hand disappeared. They did not budge. Another. Still there. One more. The civilians were long gone at this point but the drunken soldiers were still standing there. A crossbow bolt was let loose, landing a few feet infront of Katsuri and a few feet to the right, digging in fairly easily. Why? For what followed it. There was a rather large metal pole rolled along the ground, the crowd clearing out, seemed the guards working here used this as entertainment. The pole in question? Thick. Sturdy. Far too big around for normal hands. It was also stained with blood. "Thats five. If you have any thing to say before I send you to the after life.. now would be the time." The big mans foot came down on the end of the pole, shaped just enough that as it did the thing sprung upwards similar to a rake, right into his waiting palm. It was settled over his shoulder as he narrowed his eyes dully on them. A loud clank had it falling back to the ground. He had given them ample time to make peace with their gods.. and that metal rod now had a promise to keep. Those massive feet dug into blacktop as he propelled himself forwards, something that big, it was nearly a blur as chunks of tar and rubble were kicked up. Headlong. That would be the proper term for it, as the pole was left trailing behind him as he ran headfirst towards the group, aiming to try and take them out in one swing. The arc itself was wide enough that he managed to clip into the railing beside the stairs on the side door.. it seemed to crumple through the things as if they were not even there, sending shards of metallic debris off into the alley way behind them as he continued that swing aiming to bring it right into the side of those lesser Barker goons.
	Current Song: The Living Tombstone - Gypsy Bard Remix

[John Nemo]

The men dug in their feet, ready to teach this little spitfuck a lesson- when he seemed to vanish. The goon blinked momentarily while Crawford, the smarter of the two, growled and jumped backward as the mans weapon tore through the stairs. Craw fords friend was hit in the side, several loud snaps indicating that too many bones were broken to put a number to. The man was thrown off and away, slamming so hard into the side of a van the entire vehicle tipped over. Crawford landed, preparing to throw his knife-

When a hand caught his wrist, another arm reaching up and over his shoulder, placing a blade to his throat and cutting, giving the man a red smile in the darkness of the alley. The shadow behind Crawford would dodge backward and into the club to avoid persecution, the crowd inside offering anonymity and therefore, protection from the mammoth. Crawford, meanwhile, fell to his knees, hands reaching up to grasp his throat as blood poured out around his fingers in incremental spurts. John, from his position by the door, was gone, though his hat was still there. A moment or two later, he came out from the front door of the club, knife in his belt (and apparently clean), nodding to the guard by the door before turning his eyes to the bodies.

The drone could have been dealt with, but Crawford was tough, at least for him. Having seen the big guy move like lightning, John was quite unwilling to get on his bad side, so he asked a simple question as Crawford would pitch forward.

"You ah...got a name, big guy?"

[Katsuri Katashi]

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			A strong gust followed the line of that pole. He had stopped suddenly, swinging the thing towards the ground, blood splattering itself about on the blacktop. Lord knows how much honestly riddled this place. His hand game down on the edge of it and he'd have planted it into the ground with the same amount of force he had used to strike those goons into crumpled heaps. It stood there after he removed his hand and he'd have given a glance to Crawford, whom was currently grasping at his throat as if trying to stem the flow of blood.  The big man did not need help, but stitching up a knife wound would have been a nuisance, even if most small arms like that did barely anything to his hide at this point in life. That massive hand clamped down onto Crawfords skull as he pitched forwards. There was a deep inhale and the inhuman monstrosity would have let out a sharp yell. "OSU" What followed would have made most normal stomachs turn, as that paw, bigger than a bears, would have clamped down with enough force that his entire arm tensed up. Those muscles forced it to swell to nearly twice what it had appeared relaxed and the sound of bone crumbling was heard as the bottom of his palm pushed the mans forehead inwards while fingers brought the rest in as well. The force he applied downwards was enough to turn his collar bone to shards as well as the top three or four of his vertebrae. The giant also forced wind pipe and all down into his chest cavity. When he finished? He chucked the mans body to the side next to the dumpsters and glanced over at John. Was that a display of strength? No. More a display that he cared not a bit about these being Barkers men when they came into his house.. or at least what he considered his house, and encroached on the neutrality. He did this because he KNEW some of them had managed to slink away. Behind him would have erupted in applause. Why? Because this place was that sort of place. It was ridden with all manner of cut throats and outlaws, the only rule was that shit like this got taken outside and this was neutral territory, so disputes between gangs were checked in with weapons at the front gate. "Katsuri."
	Current Song: The Living Tombstone - Gypsy Bard Remix

[John Nemo]

John watched the mans impressive, and quite intimidating, feat of strength. His eyebrows went up, lips parting a little as the guy tossed Crawfords body aside like it was a broken toy he was tired of playing with. He returned his eyes to the big man and his shocked expression would relax, easing into a smile. The fellow hadn't hesitated to break the two in half like twigs- John knew the reputation for some neutral areas of the city were ones of short fuses and little indulgence for Barkers encroachment. But to see someone the size of a small train cart slaughter without question.... He liked it. Anyone who disposed of Barkers men like that would be his lifelong friend.

"Well, I like you Katsuri. Come inside, let me buy yeh a drink."

He would pause a moment before correcting himself.

"Er...may just be easier to buy yeh a bottle or two, huh?"

He would grin and gesture for the man to follow, if he was willing and had agreed. Once they were seated somewhere, whether at a bar or a table, he would gesture for the bartender to bring a bottle. The man brought one of whiskey and two glasses.

"Leave the bottle and one glass. Bring over two moruh them bottles and leave 'em."

The man would cock a brow but comply, John setting his hat on the chair beside him. He would talk to the big guy.

"So then- with talents like what yeh got, how come yer bouncin' fer bars and not killing Barkers munchkins in droves?"

The questions and bottles only coming, of course, if Katsuri had agreed to join him.

[Katsuri Katashi]

	EXAMPLE CAPTION YO STR: 80 DEX: 83 CON: 83 INT: 85 WIS: 80 CHA: 80		katsuri katashi
			The muscles in his hand tensed as he formed a claw with those fingers. Slowly he tightened it until he made a fist, knuckles cracking as he went. When he finished he'd have shaken his hand out and offered a slight smile at John. "One of the perks of working here is essentially a constant stream of cheap or free booze, but sure, things should quiet down for a bit. The crowds blood lust should have been momentarily sated after all." Not to say they would not have rather had it drug out, but Barkers men were not particularly liked around here.. what given the mixture of resistance fighters and normal folks that had been pushed around by them. He'd have followed John in though, keeping about four feet between himself and the man, more for comfort reasons. The stool he had up front was brought to the table John had decided on and he'd have settled down on it, perching himself before grabbing one of the bottles of whiskey that had been brought over. "Right now there is a neutrality pack here. If people behave no one dies. Does not matter what allegiances they have. Barker himself has signed off on that much with my boss. The catch is obviously that you have to enforce that neutrality, which is why they took that little show outside, and also why I ensured I took care of them outside. I do not discriminate on this. I've probably killed at least one of every rag tag group of misfits in this city in that alleyway." That was an explanation of what this place was, and why he did not slaughter Barkers munchkins in droves.. now as to why he worked here instead of doing it out there? "The reason I work here is simple. They supply me with booze, a steady flow of water, plenty of skulls to crack, and a decent wage. The only loyalty I have to this place is the concept of it, otherwise I am a free agent."
	Current Song: The Living Tombstone - Gypsy Bard Remix

[John Nemo]

John listened politely, throwing back a swig of the spiced malt whiskey without much ado. The man seemed relaxed, almost bored, like collapsing a mans spine as you shoved his skull into the chest cavity was an every day occurrence. Apparently, as Katsuri said, it seemed to be. He nodded at the end, picking up the end of the mans sentence with a clear ringing of bells. He had money- not millions, but enough to be considered well off. He never really used it since he became part of the crows, letting it sit in his duffle bag back at headquarters. He counted it sometimes, to make sure the other fellas stuck their nose out of his shit, but in truth he might be glad to be rid of it.

"Free agent? What's that mean exactly? You hire out fer other things?"

John didn't know if, perhaps the man would guard any door, or did things like personal security, but the blonde southern Lion was far more interested in something else. He had been spending so much time training with the Crows, he wished he never had to worry about the killings every day. If Katsuri were a man of....flexible morals, John might present another arm of work. Something that most strayed from, but, in the chaos of the world that they lived in, wasn'tregulated much if it even was at all.

[Katsuri Katashi]

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			The big man grinned slightly at the question before taking a rather large gulp of that whiskey, about half of it disappearing before setting on the table. The burn ran down through his throat and into his stomach as he considered how to answer..  "Well. By free agent I mean that no one has claim to my strength, I work as I please, which means if I like the idea... as I do with this place, I will give them my strength. The payment I get here is just a perk of something I would do anyhow." Which meant that loyalty could not be bought for the big man, his loyalty was something hard earned.. but when it was it was a dangerous thing, as the loyalty to the concept to this place even surpassed the unadulterated rage the man stored for Barker and anything associated with him.
	Current Song: The Living Tombstone - Gypsy Bard Remix

[John Nemo]

OOC: Sorry for the time between posts

He frowned. A man without attachment to anything but himself. Right dangerous, such a life was. But he could understand it- he lived such a life himself, or at least similar in many ways. He was restricted in one aspect- he had to kill a soldier a day, and therefore had to stick to the cities. But he had the generalized gist down. He took a swig of his beer- quite a large swig. Katsuri was bigger to be sure, but John was still a very large man. It must have looked quite intimidating to see two large human beings drinking beer and shooting shit in such a small location. He set his glass down and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"Nah,, I getcha. Yeh must love livin' in this age. I mean teh say yeh don't have teh answer no one. Everyone fightin' keeps money in yer pocket and work on yer shoulders so..."

He took another drink, eyeing the people about him who continued to look at the two of them in both in fear and awe. Several of them had to have seen Katsuri demolish those men, So he wasn't surprised.

"If yer lookin fer money and killin', though, why not join one of the rebels? You'd make moren' yeh make here."

[Katsuri Katashi]

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	"I had been considering just that to be honest.. but like I said money honestly is not an issue for me. I eat and drink well, have a place to crash, even if its in Barker territory they tend to leave me alone for this very reason. I do not actively remove Barkers forces from his own territory, enforce the neutrality in this place, and thus am not worth the effort it would take for him to remove me." Not worth the effort? Well. John had seen what the big man had done with nothing but a large metal rod, put a big enough blade in the mans hands and just enough covering to stop arrows from piercing too deep and it would have taken a battalion to stop the behemoth, at least with the trash Barker employed.  "So the people and the cause would have to not only be better than what I do currently but also intrigue me." He shrugged, as it was the truth, and it was not going to change just because someone took out more Barker goons than he did on a daily basis.
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