Post by Chiku Unoji on Dec 18, 2015 2:09:33 GMT -5
There was something almost therapeutic about having to deal with patrons. One by one, each and every day she found herself dealing with at least a few. Getting Handsy with one of the strippers. Trying to do something that wasn't previously agreed upon. Or even trying to skimp out on payment. This and a wide variety of other complications did tend to involve the use of force. And Chiku had so very very much of that to use. And well...when she wasn't doing that.....
"What are you doing....is it done? I feel like it's done."
Sometimes Chiku could hardly stand how....squirmy Subida was. A roll of her eyes and she gently turned the guard over, letting them sit up and folding her arms as she watched them looking around, snagging a mirror from off to the side before staring at their back through the reflection. The look of surprise was one that Chiku could hardly miss. Or rather....the sound of it. The Scorpion smiled softly as she felt that contortion of facial features, her own version of sight well enough for her to sense through those special hairs in her shell.
"How on earth do you even... That hearing of yours is..........special." Subida murmured softly, gently tapping the little design that had been drawn on with the ink. Naturally Chiku had been trying to get Subida to let her give them a tattoo for some time. She honestly didn't even need to listen, she'd done a few by touch before. However the other guard was not always so.....keen on the very idea of such a thing. Pulling their top back on she suddenly gave Chiku a wry look.
"Look A Drawing is one thing, but a tattoo is entirely different. I .......do not wish to insult you. It is simply that I do not trust ANYONE to give me such a thing! It is nothing personal!" She noted defensively, causing Chiku's smile to merely widen in response. She did so love this little game with Subida, watching, remaining silent, letting them fill in the blanks of what she wanted to say. They had known eachother long enough to say the least, these days Chiku didn't even have top open her mouth for Subida to recognize the look in her eyes.
NAturally Subida only grew more defensive at the continued silence, knowing that Chiku was more than enjoying herself she rose to her feet and closed her eyes, a cleansing breath through her nostrils as she simply...shrugged off the smug look on the Scorpion's face. "It's....fine. I don't need your approval. Thank you for the...drawing. I'm sure Nida will be pleased... Teach her to call me a....'grannie'." She murmured, shaking her head.
Before Chiku could give Subida a look, there was a loud bump in the other room. The two guards looking at eachother before suddenly rising to their feet, rushing out. Of course. Chiku was aware of the situation far before Subida was. The echoes of noise through the door painting a picture in her mind as to the situation, one of the men was giving a guard a hard time. The sound of grunting filled the air and the patron could be heard clearly as Chiku walked out into the hallway as Subida filed in behind her.
"Ridiculous! 120 ryo for a lapdance?! Listen to me you little cunt! I'll not be robbed by some who-!"that noise was cut short as Chiku's stinger snaked out, smacking the curved portion against the man's back, causing them to turn just in time for that hooked point to curl underneath his chin, and Chiku stepping forward to give him a very...very displeased look. Those multiple arms, and the fact that she very pointedly was cracking her knuckles.
Quite suddenly, the 120 ryo did not seem so ridiculous, and the woman calmly reached out, grasping him by his wrist as she nodded to the door. Alas he was...not one to cooperate. The very touch that she offered seem to cause some swell in the man, his chest barreling out as he suddenly drew in an indignant breath. In the corner of her mind, she could hear Subida preparing to draw weapon on the man, but a swish of her tail caused the other guard to back down.
"UnHAND me at once! Do you know who I AM?! I am thirteenth Seat, Squad three! And the day that I am manhandled by some BEASt is the day I-!" He huffed and blustered, his hands waving animately as he began to reach to his waist. She could hear it. The way the sound molded against the smooth object. She did not know what it was. It could have been a paint brush, the handle of a mop, or a blade. She didn't care. She grabbed him by the front, those curled claws digging into flesh as she promptly stomped over to the door, twisted, and threw him bodily out the nearest window. a sound of absolute shock as he landed.
The guard narrowed her eyes, pointed mandibles curling as she made her way out the door and began to apprach the man as he drew himself to his feet, drawing his Zanpaku'to and turning to face the woman, that head tilting slightly as she prepared herself, a general look of disinterest in her eyes as she regarded him. So he really was a shinigami. She could sense his spiritual pressure starting to perk up. Why was it always them who put up the biggest fights?
Well Almost. She simply stared ahead as he began to circle her, folding her arms as she kept tabs on his whereabouts. The man was trying to be sneaky. Moving this way and that, flashily swiping with his blade as he looked at her with complete indignation. She could tell he wanted to say something, hear that barely-contained breath of his. Of course... he was trying to be sneaky. He wondered if she was using some sort of trick. Her compound eyes or something? She imagined he had any number of theories. It really didn't matter to her.
What did matter was that this punk was no seated officer. She could tell by his spiritual pressure. Watching him as he closed in, suddenly raising that blade and yelling as he slashed at her, she simply reached out, snapping her hands around that gleaming metal, eyes narrowing slightly as she promptly twisted, snapping the blade in half before she twisted, ignoring the look of surprise on her face as she slammed her tail into his side, knocking him over as that blade clattered to the ground.
He recovered, attempting to retrieve his weapon when that tail snaked in, peeking in and curving up right infront of his face. She felt the fear suddenly gush into his system, the bravery leaving his body as muscles began twitching uncontrolably, a sudden shaky tension that she heard even before he began to speak of anything. She didn't want to listen to whatever he had to say. Her own speech was....well...limited. She had a lot to practice. And this man certainly wasn't making her feel any better.
"Out. " She grunted in that gravely, yet still feminine voice. She picked up his broken weapon and promptly tossed it at him, snorting through several holes in her shell, making a loud hissing noise which seemed to rob him of any remaining nerve he might have had. Barely remembering to snatch up his broken weapon, the man promptly began to buck it down and away from the establishment, throat whimpering and dick swinging in the wind, those ears of Chiku's watching as they ran off, shaking her head softly. No way was he in third squad.
"You didn't have to break it." Came Subida's murmur. Chiku only snorted, glancing over her shoulder, a gesture she had found to be very comforting to the sight-reliant.
"Did not have to Take Ryo Either." She noted with a soft smile, holding up a bundle of cash that the man had dropped on the ground, the both of them laughing as they went back inside.