so this is what happens. ( klosed )

[fadedaway]

Date & Time: Late on March 1st
Location: All over the place, really.
Characters: Mikoto Suoh, Izumo Kusanagi, Tatara Totsuka, Anna Kushina, Yashiro Isana and Kuroh Yatogami.
Summary: The King of the Jungle finds the guy who, supposedly, killed his cute hipster boyfriend. Comedy ensues.
Warnings: Language, burning, violence.

So this is what happens when core members of the Red Clan, Homra, appear at once.

This is also what happens when the Red King thinks he's finally found the man that killed his #3.

And this is what happens when you get a lot of interesting reunions.

This is a story full of happiness...!

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[flareblitz]

[ --What's this now?

His next sigh is low and heavy, rumbled deep, irritation clear. The newcomer's sudden appearance and challenge doesn't go unnoticed, but it's a minor annoyance at best, nothing worth acknowledging. So shortly after the smoke and steam is swept away, he's back in motion, his Aura trailing behind him as coattails of fire hanging from his shoulders and back. It's a well-paced walk, destination: the building that's now serving as Shiro's new hiding place.

And as it's a straight line from point M to point S, he has full intentions of going right through any attempted obstructions. ]

... Move. [ First and last warning. ]

[nikubaka]

[ As Suoh approaches, a small voice somewhere in Kuroh's mind screams at him to get out this is the worst idea, but as with most warnings he receives, it goes ignored. Shiro is a) a friend, with an optional b) the person that he, not the Red King or anyone else, has exclusive slaying rights to. Neither of which he's just going to give up without a fight--emerging alive also optional.

He almost goes for Kotowari, then thinks better of it and just moves into a less stiff stance, ready to block, or attempt to block whatever is coming. ]

[flareblitz]

[ If he'd even an ounce of patience left in him, he may have been able to appreciate the frank way in which his warning's discarded. He may have been capable of humoring the option of simply swatting away the annoyance. Neither happens, doesn't even cross his mind. He's in too deep, the fire too close to the surface with its maddening energy, for such light actions to be permissible.

The steady march comes to a stop. The wait's not long after that, as the next pause is only there to account for the time that it takes for him to raise his arms, lit aflame as the rest of him. Swung forward, momentum and fire twist to release a torrent of his Aura, peeling off chunks of cement as it rushes forward with little regard for control and even less finesse. ]

[nikubaka]

[ When the Red King throws his Aura, Kuroh prepares his own attack with a simple raise of his right arm. The ghost hand shoots out, rushing to meet the fire...to no effect when it does. Too fast. Debris and unbearable heat threatening to consume him, Kuroh crouches...

It might appear to any witness at first that he is overwhelmed. Luckily, he's fast, too, and soon he's in the air, abandoning the building behind him. And as gravity pulls him back down to the danger below, he moves so his legs are aimed squarely for Suoh's head, hoping he won't notice, and knowing that he will anyway. ]

[flareblitz]

[ A small dip in velocity is all there is to show for the interference, softening the Aura's otherwise full-force impact with the building. There's a brief tilt to the mouth, an unbidden smirk, at the sight. The short, sharp relief of being able to let go is almost worth the resulting spray of blocks and pebbles and smoke, almost worth creating that possible window of escape. Yeah, almost.

He's about to move when something turns his gaze upward. Aah, the bastard's fast alright. He lets a raised forearm absorb most of the impact, and then twists his wrist to clamp his fingers around an ankle with a cat's clawed grip.

A half-second pause -- incinerating a body before gravity finishes claiming its mass is but a thought away, would be so easy. But add that to the list of intentions unrealized, 'cause he opts for a simple sideways swing instead, tossing away his attacker (hah) without bothering to aim.

Then on a rare, blue moon occurrence, Mikoto doesn't miss a beat as he starts walking again without a backwards glance. ]

[nikubaka]

[ Dammit. He raises a hand to retaliate, but then he's flung aside as easily as if he were a doll. All thoughts vanish as the panic response takes over, frantically trying to keep track of where in space he is.

It doesn't last long, and dogs aren't the ones known for always landing on their feet. Instead, this one hits the ground on his back, rolls over the concrete for a short distance before coming to a stop. When his eyesight focuses again he's staring straight up at the Sword of Damocles.

Oh, right. There's a searing pain biting his ankle, he's had the wind practically knocked out of him and gained who knows how many bruises, but that all goes ignored as he searches again for the building....and his heart sinks when he sees it. If Shiro hadn't gotten out of there by now...

Suoh's gained a good distance. Nothing left to do but get back up and run after him. ]

[homra]

[ He's in the middle of pleasantries, when hit by unsettling ripples in the atmosphere. While most would probably pass it off as a mild discomfort if it remained unchanging, Izumo knew better than to perceive at face value. So making nice with the charming shopkeeper, flashing Kusanagi Izumo Killer Stroke #2, he politely excuses himself away. He sets off for its entrances -- where the crowd is mostly dispersed.

Although he'd had his suspicions before, now he was absolutely certain that the tingling sensations had not been a figment of his imagination, a delusion he'd conjured as a result of recent happenings. Noisy overhead calls and mentions of undeniable sales now gone -- the only sounds he was left to were the echoes of the gears in his mind turning.

If this were any old situation, then he'd simply pass it off as him stirring up trouble again, one way or the other. But, his life had enjoyed being unnecessarily complicated as of late. . . To him, there was only one clear solution to the ongoings, and that was the reason why he had wrapped up his business so abruptly.

A king's draw is nothing to underestimate, even when his sword is not drawn. The lure is even greater once the Sword of Damocles is let loose; it'd be laughable if he couldn't figure out his whereabouts now. He had no excuse as a clansmen, right-hand man, and dare mention -- best friend. There was no denying the increased sense of urgency he felt after that, and there's no blocking the flood of images of that damned sword falling from the sky.

Normally, his stride would be steady, composed -- to any other person, that would actually appear to be the case. To those who knew him, though? It was almost as if he were rushing to his destination. ]

[flareblitz]

[ It's not for any particular reason that he turns back. There's no logic to it, nothing that could be pinpointed as yeah, that's why. More like a whim, more like scratching an itch -- more like putting down a bastard that was starting to trample over his frayed (nonexistent) sense of control.

Two things happen in rapid succession. First, he stops. Gives his pursuer an unintentional, split second warning before he spins half-way, eyes turned back. Yeah, he'll be aiming this time. Second, the force of that momentum is being used as fuel for the slash of an arm through the air, his hand curled into a fist as it slams against an invisible wall. From the motion erupts more fire, eager and giddy to obey as it always is, drinking up the oxygen as it rumbles forth as a mass of writhing heat. There's no shape to them, no apparent direction than forward, but as it comes within an arm's length away, he'll have it explode into shrapnel. ]

and then. twenty days later. 8)

[nikubaka]

[ That split second warning only gives Kuroh enough time to skid to a stop and turn to the side, with the intention of dodging out of the way as he had before.

But this time, the fire hits him, exploding forward much quicker than he'd calculated. Too fast... His last conscious thought.

Once the smoke clears, other observers may notice that Kuroh's been flung to the side, lying face down on the pavement. Getting rained on. Whether alive or dead, that's one black dog down for the count. ]