karma's going to come collect your debt

[notoriously]

YOSHIWARA NIGHTS action / written

 

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[roofwalker]

( it had certainly not been the desired outcome, but considering they had stricken out with little more than the vaguest of information about the drug and those that were dealing it, it was better than the worst alternative: absolutely nothing. any hunter who gave up and went home after they missed their first shot at their quarry would end up starving, so asato is keen and clear of mind when they gather for their second foray out into the city.

and now they have the scent, and they have the trail. he is more confident this time.

the smell of the cigarette smoke is acrid, burning in the back of his throat. he would far prefer the scent of the sakura trees, but — asato isn't one to argue, and it's only a minor annoyance. instead his deep blue eyes flicker to the odd device that samatoki pulls from his waistband, something that asato wouldn't really have a name for if pressed. it is certainly not something they have in sisa.

he would have to ask later. or perhaps he would get a demonstration.

his gaze shifts to the currently-darkened streetlamps. he's noticed the delay in how long they take to turn on; it's a good plan. a relatively narrow window, but the best one offered to them. they would have to work quickly, but that was already the plan for asato.

the cat gives a slight jump at the sound of the mic activating. he's never heard it before, and his eyes are wide and his tail is a little poofed up as he looks around and ascertains that it'd come from the strange device. he... will take it that he is ready, then. asato gives a stern nod. ) If you end up needing help, call out.

( because asato is going up. he sets off down a narrow alleyway, leaping up to grab onto a windowsill and then hauling himself up in a similar fashion to a lower roof of the building, then up to a higher portion. he'd seen a short gap where he would be able to get onto the roof of the targeted building, and from there, the windows to the upper floors were simple enough to get to.

once he gets to the rooftop of the building they were infiltrating, he waits. he knows samatoki is not one for stealth or subterfuge. once he starts making a distraction, asato will slip in from the upper floor and begin taking them out while their backs are turned. )

[notoriously]

Same to you. [ Samatoki will keep his laughter to a minimum, seeing Asato's surprise in response to his mic. But he's not about to sit down and go over every fine detail of what he can do, when they have more important things to be getting up to. After all, a demonstration outside of battle wasn't exactly going to be the smartest thing for him to do.

His speaker takes up a lot of space, and isn't conspicuous. Here, though, is familiar territory for him.

Watching the cat disappear into the alley, he turns to look back at the streetlamps for a moment, gauging, timing. While he might not have them perfectly timed, they do have a little bit longer to go before the street will be lit up properly again. So he makes his move now, turning back to the building itself and striding forward confidently towards the door that he'd picked out for this... well, distraction.

It's an old practice for him, something that he'd done plenty enough while part of The Dirty Dawg. Being the vanguard allowed Samatoki every opportunity to break down doors, bust through windows, kick in some skulls.

Yoshiwara isn't really that different, at its core.

Without further ado, he doesn't even bother with his mic at first. Just sends a well-aimed kick at the door - it slams open with a cacophony of noise, enough of a signal if there ever was one. ]