Popping that Murder Cherry [JT]

[Dia Cuir]

If there was anything Dia hated more than a boring job, it was a Job in Karakura. Even as she walked down the streets, she could feel that background hum. The dull sensation of spiritual happenings around the town. Hollows. Shinigami. And all manner of fuckwads that all felt the need to stage all their dick-measuring contests in the place. Dia herself was already hating it as she walked down the streets. There had been some sort of fight not too long ago, and there was signs of it everywhere. Massive holes in buildings, a few fires here and there. She could even hear a few screams off in the distance.

That, however, was super not her problem.


HER problem was south Karakura, a bit off the beaten path, but it seemed that unlike normal, the damn place was going to be an issue. There was something big happening up in the northeast. The low rumbling boom of explosions, pillars of brilliant explosions off in the distance cast shadows through the streets, not that normal humans would even see that light. But that wasn't the problem. The problem came with the peanut gallery that came after. Hollows were gathering in a ring around the area. Waiting for the fight to stop so that they could move in and pick off the survivor humans, and maybe some spiritually aware people that had been caught in the crossfire.

And her target was right in the middle of that fucking Ring. She remembered the briefing, it was a bunch of drug dealers that had some of the more spiritual snuff that denizens enjoyed. Not that there was any NOBLE reason for it. On the contrary, she had been hired by a competing drug dealer to go in and kill them. Not only that, but she got a bonus if she could steal the remaining drugs and get away with em. And she always loved a good bonus~

However these damn hollows were making her.... nervous. She could even see them up on the rooftops. Clamoring, drooling, hissing and making all kinds of noises. A few of them were prowling down on the streets, but the last thing she needed was to draw attention to herself. She had spent all day trying to get some kinda weapon, after all, she wasn't such a fan of using her Sasei Oni. But it was no dice unfortunately. Xcution couldn't even afford her anything other than a knife. She had......exhausted her allowance for firearms. She'd have to rely on her powers. Annoyingly enough.

She leered up at the rooftops. Thankfully there weren't too many of them around here. Maybe.... 2....3 per rooftop? But that still meant there were about 14-18 of the fuckers just within the block. She growled just a little under her breath and kept to the sides of the buildings, wearing her usual attire. A snazzy little shirt and jacket, shorts, and of course her backpack with the slit cut into it, to hide that big ol Demon wing of hers in. She could only imagine how fucking big that thing was gonna get once she was older. BUT! She continued. It was only a good....block away? She just needed to get in there, kill the fuckers, and get out before anything bad happened. Simple right?

[Akira Hinosai]

Drug dealers and hollows weren't a winning combination. The best Luca could hope for was that they tore themselves apart before he arrived, ridding UE of two problems for the price of one. Even so, Luca knew that was wishful thinking. Even if his mission was to preform recon, there were a LOT of hollows, and drug dealers had a nasty habit of packing heat.

Still, the information wasn't worth his life. He'd been told as much when he got the assignment, but that wasn't exactly necessary. Luca had some pretty strong instincts of self-preservation. Well, most of the time, anyway. That was why he brought some equipment onto the field this time. He'd learned some new tricks, and he was eager to use them if it came to it.  A bottle of lighter fluid, binoculars, and a flashlight. Of course he didn't leave without his two favorite weapons, either. 

His style of dress was more functional than elegant. Black hoodie, and black pants. He had a surgical mask and the hood up, hoping his identity would be concealed if he was discovered. Plus the mask could protect him from the fumes of the drugs...probably. That was assuming they were producing them here and not just congregating, or if their drugs really were harmful just by inhaling them.

Luca didn't know, much less care. He had a job to do. He'd be there soon. Though it wasn't far from the area that he sensed someone. Whether they were affiliated with the drug dealers, he couldn't say. Yet they didn't seem to notice his presence. Luca tried to get a good look at them in the darkness. They couldn't be that short, right? Was this a child? Well, whatever they were, Luca was certain he could take something so small if they weren't friendly. 

"Aren't you a little short to be a drug dealer?" He asked dryly. 

[Dia Cuir]

Dia had that.....strange feeling of being followed. But well, that was normal around hollows. So she was a little surprised when she suddenly heard that little comment off to the side. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes a bit wide with surprise before a grin suddenly spread out across her face, hand moving away from the gun she had stowed in her jacket pocket. "Well well well~ Well well well. WELL......wellwell. ...........Well well~ Looky who we have here~" She chimed, almost comically chewing the scenery as she eyed the strange boyo up and down.

"And you're a bit too well-dressed for a junkie. Sorry boyo but if you're lookin to score I'd fuck off and try again another time. I gotta make a deal with Jack." She hummed, pulling just the bare handle of her pistol out, flashing it to him, then promptly turning to ignore him as she headed down the little stairwell that went down to the basement. Supposedly it was some sort of backdoor. And it was at this point that she backed up, making a bit of space.

It was at this point that Mike....intervened. She waited, humming to herself as he scouted the inside of the building. Not that Luca would be able to hear Mike as he gave a mild description of the inside. Buncha guns, food, and some other shit. But otherwise entirely unoccupied. She knocked twice on the door, before Mike, on the other side, promptly manifested, his teeth appearing in mid air and CHOPMING, a massive array of points ripping through the door before it was ripped out and dropped, immediately those floating teeth promptly vanished back into the space between realms, to make sure that Junkie back there didn't see them.

HOPEFULLY that little fuckbag would know what's good for him and fuck off. Dia was focused on starting to scope things out, already humming to herself as she casually screwed a silencer onto her firearm, all whilst idly munching on a candy cigarette. Of course she doubted she would much NEED to use the gun that much. But well, she didn't want to use Mike too much. she still didn't know how hurt he could get. All the same, she'd glance over her shoulder, just to see if that little fuckboi was still nearby. Last thing she needed was him coming up behind her, grabbing a gun and plugging her.

[Akira Hinosai]

For a brief moment, Luca wasn't sure if he should be amused, frightened, or angry. He was certain no one should be that excited to walk into a drug dealer and hollow hotspot. God, why is every girl I meet completely insane? Luca lagged behind her for a bit. He had to figure out what he was going to do now. If she saw him, and she was with the drug dealers, he'd have to take her out. Non-fatally, of course. He wasn't a child killer. If she was just making a deal with Jack, she could tell him about Luca's presence. 

Luca followed her quietly, just to observe her. He lagged further behind, but not so far he couldn't run up and knock her out if he had to. He was at least fairly certain she had a gun. He'd have to be extra careful. When she entered the basement, he smelled something. Something spiritual. He had to find out what the hell was going on with her. Making his way into the basement, it was hard to be stealthy while walking down the creaky basement steps. It was only then that Luca realized Mike was a very strange name for a drug dealer in Japan of all places. 

Luca arrived in time to see her brandishing her gun, and screwing on a silencer. She wasn't with the drug dealers, that was good. This tiny girl was going to kill them. Sure, that would make his job easier, but... Murders got the police involved. He'd been through this with that stupid bitch. "You're not with the drug dealers. That's fortunate because neither am I." He hated how frantic his nerves made his voice sound. "I'm not really interested in hurting you, either. I hope that's mutual. Spiritual beings have to stick together, you know?" He tried to smile, but remembered his lower face was still covered, rendering the whole gesture kind of pointless.

Why he was still speaking to her was a mystery. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to do. Should he stop her from killing them? Help her? Say it isn't his problem and report back to UE? He was certain he couldn't help her. That would just make him an accessory, and he sure as shit wasn't going to jail. He was certain these scumbags deserved to die, but he wasn't putting his ass on the line to do it. Hollows didn't have legal protection. They were a lot safer to kill. He'd been through this before. Still, she couldn't really believe she could just kill them all by herself, right? Did Luca have some duty to save her?

[Dia Cuir]

This time Mike gave her a heads up when that nerdy simp started to follow her down into the basement room. She narrowed her eyes as he flat out exposed himself as a spiritual being. If she had to guess, he was either a bount or a fullbringer. Mod souls didn't usually have this kinda tempering to them, at least in her experience. They had a sortof......weirdness to em. She herself was a prime example of the fact. But then again, her experience was.....limited. so she couldn't rule out the possibility of something else. This fucker could even be a shinigami.

"Listen here Will Turner, I've got a bone to pick with these fuckos. I'm not here for fucking shits and giggles, or whatever lame naruto-inspired hack-plan you got cooking in that head of yours. I've got friends that are coked dead cuz of these fuckers." Technically not untrue. All the same, she pointed the gun right at the middle of his chest. "I'm not here to fuck around. If you wanna stick around and stick it to these assholes. You shoot to kill, take no prisoners, and you stay the fuck outta my way. That, or I plug you right here to cover my ass." She stated plainly enough as it were, that smile faltering as she dropped a bit of the playfulness.

She was, of course, entirely serious. The last thing she needed was this asshole complicating things, and if he wasn't going to help her, he could only hinder her. And considering the heat these fuckers might be packing, that was a no no. Her mama didn't not raise no fool, let alone some dumb bitch who let gangly hallmark jack skellingtons fuck up their jobs. And of course Mike swam around nearby, ready to.....intervene in case this buttjob decided to make the wrong choice just because she was tiny.

[Akira Hinosai]

Yep, another certifiably insane bitch. Just his luck. Was Luca the only person in this city with any degree of self-preservation? She was going to throw her life away on something as stupid as revenge. He didn't like drug dealers or their thugs any more than he liked rapists, but he'd been against killing one of those all the same. He exhaled deeply. Though when she implied she wasn't adverse to his help he suddenly perked up. Oh you tiny, tiny fool. It wouldn't be easy, but Luca could ensure a path where the fewest amount of people died. I can save you by taking on some thugs myself, but can knock them out. This is the path of greatest karma. 

"You look like you could use some help, but fortunately I'm on hand." With his shovel out, he was ready to go in. He could do this tactical, knocking out guards and picking them off before they knew what hit them. "Ready when you are, just...I do expect a cut of the cash we're like to find in there." He was nothing if not a good liar. By this point, she'd likely think she understood him well enough to not shoot him in the back. It was a tactical masterstroke. All he had to do now was not die, but he'd been doing that all his life. 

[Dia Cuir]

Dia smiled pleasantly enough. Truth be told? She literally wasn't even listening to him. She just smiled, casually staring up at his face. He didn't seem to be afraid or angry, ......SO SHE JUST ASSUMED HE WAS ON BOARD! She grinned wide, reaching up and slapping the big stickbug of a boyo on his back and laughed loudly. "I KNEW IT! You're here to fuck shit up too! Well Don't you worry! I'll watch your teeny tiny, narrow behind!" She exclaimed heartily, giving the man a roguish wink before something was heard in the other room.

A Muffled 'What tha fuck?!'. WHOOPS! Guess she'd been a little louder than she'd intended! "Whoops, so much for surprise!" She shrugged, and then LEAPT up, grinning wide as she flew up and into the air with surprising agility, smiling wide with that same manic look on her face as she bunched both of her legs up, winding up for a double kick! And then....THUMP! She slammed both of her heels mid-air into the door, intent on kicking it down but...... she did no such thing, there was a THUMP, an OW! and Dia was promptly on the floor, landing on her own backpack as she began rubbing her knees. Completely failing to even break down the door!

BLAM BLAM! Two bullets ripped through the door itself, around waist-height. Thankfully missing either of the would-be attackers, and promptly knocking the door off it's hinges as the shotgun blasts blew two VERY large holes at that! Dia had to squeak and roll off to the side in order to avoid being hit by the door itself as in the next room, it was absolute chaos! No less than eight goons! Each of them running around, trying to collect as much of the drugs as they could muster, the product being in opaque little baggies that hid what they actually contained.

All of this while the big bad right infront of them stood. Sawed-off Shotgun in hand, already having popped the barrels out to reload after the shot, and already getting ready to take new aim now that both Dia and Luca were both in sight! Some of the smaller goons seemed to be drawing weapons as well. Knives. Bits of wood. One of them even was wielding what looked like a silicon bat, and was eyeing Luca meaningfully. Strangely his gaze was only around waist-height. Hmmmm, odd, but not Dia's problem!

The little demon promptly rolled off to the side! She dipped out of sight of the shotgun-toting boss and grinned wide at Luca, throwing him a thumbs up, CLEARLY making it obvious that she was fully entrusting him to deal with the man currently trying to swiss-cheese the both of them, even going so far as to mouth the words 'you got this!' to the gangly man. Which she absolutely didn't believe in the slightest. No no, she fully expected the big ol pipe cleaner to die in like, fifteen seconds, BUT that should give her enough time to get a handle on things and deal with these fuckos~ All according to Keikaku~

[Akira Hinosai]

Luca really didn't like the way she was speaking to him. Getting called Will Turner was cool, but being tall and lithe was nothing to be ashamed of! Though he supposed she was just jealous because she had the body of a third grader. Still, he had bigger problems to worry about. Namely the element of surprise she just threw away. If nothing else, that and the display that followed thoroughly convinced Luca she'd be dead if it wasn't for his intervention. Luca could hear the chaos among the thugs. That was good. If they weren't organized, they'd be easier to take down.

Yet among the first to actually try and fight them was this prick with a shotgun in close quarters. This was something Luca had to deal with fast. He was reloading, and Luca wasn't planning on letting him finish. He threw his backpack at him as he closed the distance, hoping to make him drop the shells as he tried to load them. The second Luca was in range, he hit the shotgun with his shovel instinctively, thinking only of redirecting the line of fire strictly away from him. With his off-hand, he spontaneously punched him squarely in the face. 

The shotgun-wielder was thrown off by that. Yet in combat, even a momentary stun is a prelude to defeat. Luca hit him over the head, hoping to knock him out. Yet when he didn't immediately go down, Luca panicked and hit him over the top of his again, not thinking the temple would make a surer bet. Eventually, he did go down, with more blood than Luca would have expected from what small trauma his shovel could dish out. Head injuries bleed a lot. Luca pulled out the lighter from his pocket as he got ready for whatever came next. 

Looking over at his dubiously competent ally, he joked "What, don't tell me you doubted I could do it!" He tried to cut the tension likely felt by only him with a joke, which he in turn punctuated with a laugh. By now he was good at making even a nervous laugh seem like a genuine one. If too many came through, he'd be ready to use his lighter trick as crowd control...

[Dia Cuir]

Dia wasn't exactly sure what she was expecting, but she DEFINITELY didn't expect the man to just straight up launch himself at the shotgun-toting man! The only thing that saved Luca from a belly full of lead was the quickly-thrown backpack, stopping the man from properly reloading, before that shovel suddenly came into play. Dia peeked around the door frame, brows raised in what was an actual impressed expression as she watched Luca violently beat the man to unconsciousness, ....and also possibly death, with that shovel.

The man even seemed to lose his situational awareness, turning to assure Dia of his competence. But of course, the moment that he turned his back, three of the goons suddenly closed in. The other five continuing to try and get all of the drugs collected and out of there. As right at the end of that cocky line, Luca would have a pipe suddenly swung at the back of his kneecaps with surprising strength, as the other two circled around, ready.

And as luck would have it, sadly these goons were not like in the movies. They were attentive, and waiting. Two of them with knives. There would be no three stoogery, the instant that Luca attempted something, whichever of them he attempted to deal with, he would find at least one knife and potentially a pipe swinging in to stop him, or at least land a fatal blow while he was occupied. Or at least, that was the situation that he was ALMOST in.

No sooner had those breaking badguys closed in on Luca, than did two shots ring out, with surprising accuracy and efficiency, Dia fired her pistol twice, hitting one of the knife-wielders directly in the throat, while the second was promptly shot in the chest, knocking him to the floor as the other simply dropped dead as the bullet blew clean through the back of his neck, severing his spine in the process. As Dia rather rapidly showed that guns were the solution to any melee confrontation.

The third of the men, also wielding a knife was balked, cowed by the sudden loud shots, and of course the other five goons were SUDDENLY much more interested in killing these intruders than they were the drugs they had been trying to collect. Three of them straight up bolted out of the room and into the next. The other two began fishing around for firearms of their own, namely bolting toward the back wall where a pair of rifles and some scattered pistols lay arranged next to a PS4. One of them was going for the guns, the other was intent on saving his Playstation from this mess.

It was also about that time that a pair of teeth suddenly appeared in the air over the other knife-wielder's head. And with a sudden downward CHARGE, it was only an instant before that mouth suddenly LATCHED onto the man from the shoulders up, suddenly .....alleviating, the man of everything above his pecs as the mouth of what was very clearly some sort of ghost shark promptly swallowed the man's upper portions, leaving the body to drop to the ground, as the pipe wielder continued to bleed out on the floor.

TRUTH be told....dia was actually amazed that she hadn't missed TOO badly. The first one she had been aiming for the head, same as the second. She had been anticipating.... a lot more recoil, and thus wound up firing lower than she'd intended. But well....they had still gotten hit so it worked. Though the sounds of blood gurgling in a blown-out chest was....admittedly, a little more icky than she'd been hoping for in terms of ambience.

"Oh that is....eesh...oh god dude you uh...you wanna deal with that?" She asked, utterly unaware of the other two goons going for weapons/playstation off to the side of the room, though that shark maw definitely seemed interested in the happening, and even Nudged Luca in that direction, as if it was out of the shark's range. Dia, in the meantime, promptly popped the Shotgun wielder in the head, not even hesitating in the slightest as she thoughtlessly ended the man's life, making sure that he wouldn't be getting up from Luca's savage attack. "Nice job with the shovel though dude, very minecraft of you, amirite?"

[Akira Hinosai]

The gunfire didn't scare Luca. It alleviated him, even if the wounds were fatal. It was self-defense at that point. He didn't enjoy it, but he understood the utility, even amidst the heat of combat. He got back to his feet after being knocked down by the prick with the pipe. Luca was ready to knock out the last thug who nearly killed him, he saw the teeth appear, and consume him. It took Luca a few seconds to realize this was the work of the third grader. Some panicked noise escaped his lips as he jumped back. 

Calm down, Luca. Calm the fuck down. You didn't kill anyone. She did it, not you. Yet there were still thugs intent on ending their lives. Why aren't you idiots running away?!? By this point, they had to see that they didn't stand a chance. It was on them at this point. Luca grabbed the shotgun and shells which rolled around. As he loaded them in, Luca saw the shark-like teeth finish off the leader. I didn't kill anyone. They're unnamed raiders. They don't matter. Luca tried to tell himself that, but it wasn't very effective. Whatever Dia was asking Luca to do, he didn't care. Whatever-the-fuck infernal shark teeth she had seemed way more aware of the situation.

There was still a fight to win. Pressing himself beside the empty doorframe, he peaked the shotgun around the corner, where he heard sound and fired. When he was out of ammo, he dropped the shotgun and pulled out his lighter as he peeked around the corner. It seemed Luca's work did more to scare the thugs than it did to actually hurt them. Luca still had a choke point, and no matter the range on their guns, they still had to get close if they wanted a visual on Luca. When they got close, Luca used his lighter to shoot flames forward, like he was holding an aerosol can behind the flame.

One lesson from WW1: flame weapons are really good at making people run the other direction. As three of the thugs stopped, dropped, and rolled, two thugs decided this wasn't worth their lives. Luca didn't follow them. For now, at least, the fight was over, but Luca knew Dia would finish off the poor souls Luca set ablaze, even if he knocked them out in a way that made them look convincingly dead. Luca wanted this third grader to think he was cool. He wanted everyone to, but now he was complicit in a great many murders. They were bad guys. How many lives do you think they willingly destroyed? If any more thugs came, or if the two ran back, Luca would be ready for them, but for the moment, combat had ended. Some people deserve to die. Luca wanted to accept that. He wanted to be like some video game character and kill the bad guys and not care, but it wasn't as easy as telling himself he did the right thing.

If they asked for mercy, Luca would have granted it. He would have stopped Dia if she tried to kill them anyway. He was guilt free here. He wasn't a fallen angel now. His arguments were logically sound, but his emotions made him question them. "I'm fine...We're fine." he said quietly. At the very least, he did believe that. His story wasn't about to become all grim and dark because of this. No tiny little third grader was ruining his life!

[Dia Cuir]

Dia was.....intrigued to see him struggling. Watching as he managed to take it upon himself to use that shotgun. Even if he didn't hit anything with it, he still went on to use that lighter. Watching as he burned them. She herself simply.......smiling calmly, walking forward as the men writhed, screamed on the ground, begging it to stop as the others decided to just book it. Dia walked right up to the ones burning and .....click. Ah right. She popped the clip, reloaded, and then proceeded to blip both of them in the skull, promptly ending their writhing about as she gave Luca an even stare.

The kid looked like he was about to throw up, her head tilting, watching him so very closely as she sighed and gave a light little chuckle. She reached up and peeled the backpack from her shoulders. And there was a rattle of chains that he'd hear. As a slit openend up in the backpack, and slowly, he'd see the real reason she wore the thing. One, big, white-feathered wing, peeling out of the backpack from where it had been folded up, chains hanging around them without really binding them.

Of course, if he were more experienced he might actually know what this was. but to some shmuck like him, it looked VERY much like Dia was an angel. However fallen as the chains would implicate. All the same, she streeeeetched her arms up, all the while that wing flexed outward. If she actually had a full set then she would have had a decent 7 foot wingspan. But all the same she relaxed and smiled, reaching up and patting him along the mid-back. "I'm impressed kiddo. You didn't do half bad." She hummed, smothering the flames with big blankets, stomping them out without any respect for the bodies themselves. She then rolled them off to the side, humming to herself as she let them cool over to the side. She'd search the bodies for anything valuable later. Though the fire probably ruined most things on em.

All the same, she began to walk around the room, humming as she began picking up those big bags of drugs that the men had been trying to stash everything in, consolidating them and promptly slinging them over her shoulder. "You'll be fine bucko. Just think of them assssss......hollows." She smiled calmly enough, as well.....to an extent, that became true. It wouldn't take long at all for Luca to hear it...and then see it. Of the dead bodies, about three of them didn't pass on. And the room was suddenly filled with their confused whimperings, the voices of the dead slowly coming to terms with the fact that they were dead. Namely the ones that Dia had popped with a pistol.

"So now, the real questionerino is: What shall we do with their souls eh? You wouldn't happen to have any spirit powers would ya boyo? You can see hollows after all. You wanna leave em? Maybe they'll get lucky, a shinigami could come by and pass em on. But it's also possible that the hollows upstairs will get drawn in by the smell. they'll get eaten, or hey, they might be forcibly turned into hollows themselves." She shrugged, and then turned, smiling cooly at Luca as her brows wiggled. "Or you wanna kill em?Back to the soul cycle and all that shit~ She ventured, amused as she watched him, curious which way he'd go about it.

She didn't have anything against him. Far from it. But she was curious about how this little noble string bean dealt with these sorts of situations. After all, the ghosts were already getting restless. Some of them were yelling at Luca and Dia, swearing, sobbing, talking about their friends and families. Others were just in denial, trying to comfort themselves, sobbing as they refused to acknowledge that this was real. Truth be told, she didn't really have one feeling one way or the other. Dealing with dead souls was above her paygrade unless it was an immediate problem. But this boyo. She wondered.

[Akira Hinosai]

The pat on his back and the noticing of his prowess helped more than he wanted to show. His mask had slipped, but he had to keep up the act, just for a bit. Even if he had no illusions about trusting her, he had a feeling they were equals. For too long he was hanging around people stronger, playing second fiddle and having to prove himself. If nothing else, he supposed he could take solace in the change of pace. She was like a fallen angel, and Luca was...Well, he didn't really know. With combat ended, he had time to reflect on how unusual her powers were. They seemed different from the fullbringers he'd met. She smelled...different somehow now that he thought about it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the wailing of the lost souls they had created. Thinking of them as hollows was hard when their screams and curses sounded so human. Though with pluses, he'd been used to it. Sometimes he met ones who were just as bad, though they were never upset because of him directly. The situation was laid out before him by the girl, who was willing to let him decide their fates. He came in here wanting to save as many people as possible. He wasn't missing his chance to save three people.

"Listen! You hate us, and that's fine. You can do that, but there are monsters out there who eat lost souls like you for breakfast! Do you understand? You can take a look outside if you don't believe me. If you wanna avoid that, I know some people who can take you to the afterlife. Stay low, stay quiet, and get as far away from here as you can. Find some guys in black robes and avoid the monsters. For what it's worth...you'll probably find peace in the afterlife." Luca's voice was firm, but not loud or angry.  

[Dia Cuir]

Dia lifted her brows slightly at the way the boyo tried to make some middle ground between things. And of course, the various ghosts had....mixed reactions. Some of them started crying, others continued cursing the man out, and tried to move. But well, like all souls who refused to move on, they were tethered, suddenly drawing attention to their chain of fate, locking them in place. Some of them were startled, others suddenly angry, but all of them began yelling at Luca, asking what kinda sicko he was trying to tell them to move somewhere else.

Dia frowned, kinda surprised. This guy knew a bit less about souls and such than she expected ,and she shook her head sadly. "Sad to say but it ain't that simple. They're stuck here bucko." She murmured and shook her head. Promptly checking her clip and shrugging her shoulders. She shouldered those bags of drugs and smiled calmly enough at Luca, despite the ...ominous sound outside. The Hollows were getting restless, and the building shook slightly from a far-off explosion. That fight seemed to still be taking place.

"Seems like the big boys are still partying outside. They should be good and distracted. We can get the hell outta here with no issue. Sad to say tho, once that fight stops, the hollows are gonna go sniffing, and they're probably gonna find these guys. If you're not gonna put em out, then let's just beat it." She reasoned with the man. Of course that meant condemning these dudes to being ripped apart by hollows, potentially becomming hollows themselves, but hey, at least he wouldn't have to be directly involved right?

[Akira Hinosai]

Luca tried. He really did. He couldn't sever chains of fate. If we all have a destiny, and this is ours and that's theirs; if they'd shed no tears for us, shed none for them.  "Yeah, let's get out of here." Luca walked over to grab his bag. He didn't want to look at the ghosts as he and the girl left. He was fully anticipating her to ditch him as soon as they were away from the hollows, but he surely had some time. To do what, he didn't know. He wasn't opening up to her. To do so would be to admit weakness, and have her think he's worthless. When they were far enough away Luca could speak without hearing the infernal cries of the ghosts, he'd try and get some words in.

Luca knew he had to choose his words carefully. "Well, that's it, then. You got your revenge and all their product. I'm just going to assume you took it with the intention of destroying it." Of course, she could bring up Luca not bothering to search the place for cash. He never really cared about their money. He took a stand there because he wanted to save lives. Three saved, three damned. Luca didn't feel like murder sometimes was depicted to make one feel in movies. He didn't think he had PTSD now. That was good. He couldn't afford to become some shell-shocked veteran so early. "Though I get the distinct impression you've done stuff like this before. You want to introduce yourself properly?"

[Dia Cuir]

Dia smiled, humming along to the tune of 'I Don't Want to Wait' by Paula Cole as the pair of them strolled out of the drug den, glancing at her 'companion' as he deigned it necessary to start talking like they were friends. Which admittedly she wasn'y sure if she was averse to it or not. He was certainly entertaining. Hmmm, maybe he could be like a sidekick or something. But in any case she refocused, going back to listening to what he was saying, her brain taking a second or two to catch up on when she hadn't been listening.

"...Revenge?" She murmured, confused for a moment before she suddenly lit up. "OH! Ahahahahahaha! No fuck I forgot about all that. Nah I justy made that shit up cuz I didn't trust you!" She barked out, holding her sides a little as she giggled and shook her head, wiping her eye a bit. Ohhhhh man, she was really bad at this acting shit. But that was fine by her, she wasn't some secret agent, at least not any time soon at least. Nope, she was just a grunt.

She raised her hand, peeling the glove off and showing the Tattoo on her palm. an X straight across her palm, an iconic mark, one that designated a person as part of Xcution. A Mark that was famous in the spiritual world as Xcution was considered something of a secret society at times. But all in all, it specified that Dia was a mercenary, and that she was here for a job. "And What I'm doin with the drugs is a secret~ top Secret, would have to kill ya if I told you." She noted with a bright smile.

"But ehhhhhh, sure. The name's Dia. Pleasure to meet ya. I think you already met Mike~" She chimed, smiling calmly as those shark teeth spilled into reality, floating between them as that monster passed between them and resumed circling. "Not that it matters to you, but incase you're wondering Mike is, yes, a Shark. He's gettin pretty big now, aren't you buddy~" She cooed, reaching up and hugging the set of floating teeth and gums, it wiggled a little as she began stroking the pink flesh, cooing at the big monster. By the size of the mouth alone, it would be easy to see the shark must be massive, about six meters long.

"But yea, I'm Dia, this is Mike. And to answer your question, yes! I am an angel~ Well half one. Specifically half fallen angel. My dad was a real ambitious guy." She noted with a smile, winking a little at the man as she folded her arms, clearly proud of her heritage and acting as if it were no big thing. And surely it wasn't right? She was jus being herself. And wasn't that the new thing these days? Be happy about who you are~