[ it's sure as shit how his went, so. he watches for a second longer, tense, looking around them, and holds onto the leash for a second, tighter. ]
... you wanna? [ a beat. he's considering waiting. just to see what happens. fingers tightening around the mic in his pocket, he carefully looses the handle of the leash from his wrist and hands it to mabel. ] I'm gonna follow. You go ahead.
[ he does not like this at all!! but we might as well find out what happens. he'll follow mabel to the jungle gym but stands back, a little, keeping his hand in his pocket. ]
But after a couple of minutes, they'll finally see someone else-- it seems to be someone young dressed normally. However, no matter how much they try, neither Ichiro or Mabel will be able to focus on the person's face. Every time they try to look at it, they'll find themselves glancing away instead.
[ Mabel is not impressed. She glares at--well, if not the stranger's face, then his shirt, at least. Or his general presence. She's sitting at the top of the jungle gym and presses Miku close to her in a protective hug. ]
i mean! not being able to look at his face is obnoxious, but ichiro turns on the intimidation pretty much immediately, shoulders going back and expression shifting into a scowl. this is pretty much what he grew up doing, and... what he still does, even now, when punks come to cause trouble in ikebukuro division.
if he can't look him in the face, he tilts his head up, instead. ]
[ He just laughs. It's an echoing sound, and they can suddenly hear whispering around them. It seems like they've drawn a crowd, even if they can't see anyone else. ]
Fine. Let's fight. When you lose, leave the mutt and get lost.
[ Mabel ties Miku's leash around her wrist and then pulls the grappling hook out of her sweater. she cocks it like it's a gun (whichever type of gun it is that requires cocking, i don't remember) and brandishes it threateningly. ]
anyway that hand in the pocket pretty much immediately puts ichiro at attention - he scowls harsher, briefly scanning the nonexistent crowd, then curls his hand around his microphone in his pocket, too, and making sure to make it just as obvious.
he's one of those people that can put off a truly terrifying aura when necessary, and this is one of those times, voice dropping lower when he talks, too. intimidation VERY high. ]
[ Mabel shrieks in shock and horror and--half intentionally, half simply because the noise of gunfire startles her--shoots her grappling hook at the guy. Is she hoping to tie him up with it? Is she hoping to bludgeon him with the hook?
She's not really sure--this is pure panic and instinct, folks. ]
[ fuck, this is exactly what he was worried about - ] Get down! [ and he's got exactly enough time to lunge forward in the split second the kid starts pulling out a fucking glock and launches himself at the kid.
he is not, however, faster than a gunshot, but has just enough reaction time that he manages to jerk mostly to the side so a bullet that probably would've caught him right in the artery in his thigh clips the outside of his thigh, instead. pain lances through the spot, immediately, as it tears the fabric of his pants and blood leaks into the fabric, but an object in motion stays in motion so
time to tackle this teenager and wrestle this gun away from him what the fuck ]
[ So much is happening. At the sight of the grappling hook, he jumps to get out of the way of it-- only to be tackled by Ichiro. He struggles against the older teen, and a few things happen.
The first is that Mabel will notice that it feels like there are people a lot closer to her now, but she won't see anyone. The second is that the intercom voice is back. ]
This isn't a fun park activity. You should get rid of who's interrupting.
[ The teen tries to punch Ichiro. He shows no acknowledgment of the voice. ]
[ she's out in the open air, nothing about her surroundings have changed...so why does it feel so claustrophobic all of a sudden? Like she's being boxed in with bodies.
She retracts her rope back to her grappling hook and leaps off the jungle gym with Miku held close to her chest, trying to get away from the feeling of being closed in.
After a second of panic, she decides to try and run behind the teen, a safe vantage point. and then... ]
Ichiro, move! [ she shoots the hook at him again, this time with far more aim and intentionality. ]
[ this isn't a fun park activity - no SHIT it's not! ichiro doesn't have time for that right now, though, because he's dodging being punched in the face by a child. scrapping out street fights is also kind of his thing, so even though he's now bleeding, he does seem to hold his own well enough - the only limit is the fact that he's also trying not to get shot again. his entire focus is on getting that gun, and as they're struggling on the ground, he hears mabel shout and lets instinct take over.
aka, ichiro rolls to the side and off of the kid, then slams his elbow as hard as he can into the wrist of the hand holding the gun and deeply hopes that grappling hook doesn't catch him in the crossfire - or that this fighty child launches a shot. ]
But the bullet shoots off into the distance because of the interference, and hopefully that won't come to bite them in the ass later! The teen struggles, but it only lasts until he gets hit right in the side with the grappling hook. He shouts out loud in pain.
Miku barks again, more aggressively.
It feels even more crowded, like whatever audience is pressing in. They're shouting now, urging them to keep fighting. They're excited by this. They want to join in. ]
[ Mabel still doesn't like the crowd, and if she takes her focus off the fight for even just a second, she can feel the pressure of them, but--that's not important right now.
She feels a brief whiff of joy at having hit him, and she recoils the grappling hook again. She startles a little at the sudden aggression in Miku's barking, but she just shushes her and tries to hug her protectively as best she can with one arm. ]
Shhhh, it's gonna be okay, Miku, we're gonna take care of the bad guy...!
[ she aims and fires again--hopefully this time for the head. Hitting someone in the head will knock them out, right? ]
the crowd pressing in feels like - it feels like the old days. for a minute, he feels like he's still working for mozuku, still hustling a job he hated, getting into knock down fistfights in alleyways and coming back to the orphanage bloodied and angry. the gun goes scattering and ichiro grabs it, then shoves backwards from the kid while mabel's shooting for the head. his leg hurts with the motion, blood dripping down his pant leg, but he manages to roll near mabel and into a kneeling position, gun (that he really only knows how to use from watching a lot of pop culture smh) in his hands and finger on the trigger.
he's gonna wait to see what happens with the grappling hook, breathing a little heavily, but holding very steady. ]
[ The grappling hook hits him. In the eye, specifically. He lets out a pained yell, and falls over, clutching at his face.
The invisible crowd presses closer. Parts of them will suddenly become visible, like a leg or a hand, as they keep chanting for the fight to continue. A few start kicking at the fallen teen.
[ as soon as the grappling hook hits and the teen falls over, Mabel drops the hook so she can kneel down by Ichiro and hug him. "but he's holding a gun--" WELL TOO BAD, MABEL IS HUGGING HIM WITH RELIEF
she shrinks in horror at the crowd's screaming, though, and flinches at the sight of them beating the teen while he's down. ]
But--but you said to make him go away! So we could go back to having fun at the playground! We don't--he's already hurt, you don't have to keep hitting him!
[ oh he almost jumps a foot and a half when mabel hugs him, nearly startling out of his skin - thankfully, he does not fire off a shot because of it, flinching upwards instead. the situation starts spiraling rapidly out of control, and --
ichiro's a bleeding heart. he always has been. hearing the voice, feeling mabel flinch next to him, the screaming of the crowd - it's so unbelievably familiar and he just can't watch that happen, even if it's half invisible, even if this snot nosed kid just tried to kill him. the justice bound part of ichiro jolts in his chest and he makes a stupid decision - ] Hang onto the dog! [ and then twists in mabel's hug to break free of it and then pushes back up off the ground, gun in hand, breaking out in a sprint to try and get back to the kid on the ground, shoving his way through invisible nothing. ]
loud, authoritative, he shouts - ] Alright, back up!! [ and he absolutely will start pistol whipping invisible people at this rate if he can't get through. ] Leave the kid alone! Break up the fight before I break up your face!
[ and then, to the voice: ] Is this just a game to you?!
[ The gun manages to get the crowd to pause, and he can hear the sound of feet shuffling. It buys him some time, but how much is questionable. The teen sobs on the ground.
The voice, however, does not sob. It replies in a chipper manner. ]
Just doing my job! I have to take care of you, right? You should be grateful.
[ Mabel watches the teen sob, broken. It feels wrong. Even if he was a jerk, he seemed so confident and forceful, and to see him be reduced to this is just...disturbing, in a way.
The voice snaps her out of it. ]
Grateful for what?! We took care of it ourselves! You don't have to--don't just keep hurting him! Beating someone up isn't supposed to be fun!
[ time is something. he manages to burst through the crowd and get to the kid, putting himself between the invisible crowd and them. this might get him punched again but he just can't let them whale on him like that - his voice drops a little, lower, quieter as he looks him over the best he can, warily glancing up at the invisible, paused crowd and keeping the gun in his other hand as if to get them to back off. ]
Hey, hey, hey - c'mon, kid, we're done. We're done. [ no hard feelings (?) but also like maybe don't shoot people.
mabel's yelling? valid as hell. ichiro feels the familiar rise of bitter anger somewhere in his stomach, and grits his teeth as he glances away for a moment towards the direction of this mysterious voice. ] Take care of us?
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[ it's sure as shit how his went, so. he watches for a second longer, tense, looking around them, and holds onto the leash for a second, tighter. ]
... you wanna? [ a beat. he's considering waiting. just to see what happens. fingers tightening around the mic in his pocket, he carefully looses the handle of the leash from his wrist and hands it to mabel. ] I'm gonna follow. You go ahead.
[ he does not like this at all!! but we might as well find out what happens. he'll follow mabel to the jungle gym but stands back, a little, keeping his hand in his pocket. ]
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Well, at first.
But after a couple of minutes, they'll finally see someone else-- it seems to be someone young dressed normally. However, no matter how much they try, neither Ichiro or Mabel will be able to focus on the person's face. Every time they try to look at it, they'll find themselves glancing away instead.
The person speaks, with a male voice. ]
This is my turf.
[ Are they being jumped by a teen. ]
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Oh yeah? Your turf for what?
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i mean! not being able to look at his face is obnoxious, but ichiro turns on the intimidation pretty much immediately, shoulders going back and expression shifting into a scowl. this is pretty much what he grew up doing, and... what he still does, even now, when punks come to cause trouble in ikebukuro division.
if he can't look him in the face, he tilts his head up, instead. ]
It's a playground, man. Chill out.
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It's not just a playground. It's my turf. You have to pay a fee to be here.
[ He points at Miku. ]
That.
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What do you think makes this place your turf anyway?
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[ mabel's got the right of it! ichiro crosses his arms, and moves to put himself between the jungle gym and this teenager they can't see. ]
Kid, you really do not want to pick a turf war with me. [ us marine copy paste meme but like, rap. ] Step. Off.
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Fine. Let's fight. When you lose, leave the mutt and get lost.
[ He puts his hand in his pocket. ]
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Bring it on, chump! We're not afraid of you!
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anyway that hand in the pocket pretty much immediately puts ichiro at attention - he scowls harsher, briefly scanning the nonexistent crowd, then curls his hand around his microphone in his pocket, too, and making sure to make it just as obvious.
he's one of those people that can put off a truly terrifying aura when necessary, and this is one of those times, voice dropping lower when he talks, too. intimidation VERY high. ]
Last chance.
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Speaking of guns, he pulls one out. Of course it's a gun. He aims it at Ichiro, since he seems like the bigger threat than a short girl. ]
Fuck off.
[ He fires. Miku barks. ]
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She's not really sure--this is pure panic and instinct, folks. ]
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he is not, however, faster than a gunshot, but has just enough reaction time that he manages to jerk mostly to the side so a bullet that probably would've caught him right in the artery in his thigh clips the outside of his thigh, instead. pain lances through the spot, immediately, as it tears the fabric of his pants and blood leaks into the fabric, but an object in motion stays in motion so
time to tackle this teenager and wrestle this gun away from him what the fuck ]
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The first is that Mabel will notice that it feels like there are people a lot closer to her now, but she won't see anyone. The second is that the intercom voice is back. ]
This isn't a fun park activity. You should get rid of who's interrupting.
[ The teen tries to punch Ichiro. He shows no acknowledgment of the voice. ]
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[ she's out in the open air, nothing about her surroundings have changed...so why does it feel so claustrophobic all of a sudden? Like she's being boxed in with bodies.
She retracts her rope back to her grappling hook and leaps off the jungle gym with Miku held close to her chest, trying to get away from the feeling of being closed in.
After a second of panic, she decides to try and run behind the teen, a safe vantage point. and then... ]
Ichiro, move! [ she shoots the hook at him again, this time with far more aim and intentionality. ]
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aka, ichiro rolls to the side and off of the kid, then slams his elbow as hard as he can into the wrist of the hand holding the gun and deeply hopes that grappling hook doesn't catch him in the crossfire - or that this fighty child launches a shot. ]
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But the bullet shoots off into the distance because of the interference, and hopefully that won't come to bite them in the ass later! The teen struggles, but it only lasts until he gets hit right in the side with the grappling hook. He shouts out loud in pain.
Miku barks again, more aggressively.
It feels even more crowded, like whatever audience is pressing in. They're shouting now, urging them to keep fighting. They're excited by this. They want to join in. ]
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She feels a brief whiff of joy at having hit him, and she recoils the grappling hook again. She startles a little at the sudden aggression in Miku's barking, but she just shushes her and tries to hug her protectively as best she can with one arm. ]
Shhhh, it's gonna be okay, Miku, we're gonna take care of the bad guy...!
[ she aims and fires again--hopefully this time for the head. Hitting someone in the head will knock them out, right? ]
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the crowd pressing in feels like - it feels like the old days. for a minute, he feels like he's still working for mozuku, still hustling a job he hated, getting into knock down fistfights in alleyways and coming back to the orphanage bloodied and angry. the gun goes scattering and ichiro grabs it, then shoves backwards from the kid while mabel's shooting for the head. his leg hurts with the motion, blood dripping down his pant leg, but he manages to roll near mabel and into a kneeling position, gun (that he really only knows how to use from watching a lot of pop culture smh) in his hands and finger on the trigger.
he's gonna wait to see what happens with the grappling hook, breathing a little heavily, but holding very steady. ]
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The invisible crowd presses closer. Parts of them will suddenly become visible, like a leg or a hand, as they keep chanting for the fight to continue. A few start kicking at the fallen teen.
The voice starts again, ]
This isn't a fun time! You're ruining it!
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[ as soon as the grappling hook hits and the teen falls over, Mabel drops the hook so she can kneel down by Ichiro and hug him. "but he's holding a gun--" WELL TOO BAD, MABEL IS HUGGING HIM WITH RELIEF
she shrinks in horror at the crowd's screaming, though, and flinches at the sight of them beating the teen while he's down. ]
But--but you said to make him go away! So we could go back to having fun at the playground! We don't--he's already hurt, you don't have to keep hitting him!
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ichiro's a bleeding heart. he always has been. hearing the voice, feeling mabel flinch next to him, the screaming of the crowd - it's so unbelievably familiar and he just can't watch that happen, even if it's half invisible, even if this snot nosed kid just tried to kill him. the justice bound part of ichiro jolts in his chest and he makes a stupid decision - ] Hang onto the dog! [ and then twists in mabel's hug to break free of it and then pushes back up off the ground, gun in hand, breaking out in a sprint to try and get back to the kid on the ground, shoving his way through invisible nothing. ]
loud, authoritative, he shouts - ] Alright, back up!! [ and he absolutely will start pistol whipping invisible people at this rate if he can't get through. ] Leave the kid alone! Break up the fight before I break up your face!
[ and then, to the voice: ] Is this just a game to you?!
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The voice, however, does not sob. It replies in a chipper manner. ]
Just doing my job! I have to take care of you, right? You should be grateful.
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The voice snaps her out of it. ]
Grateful for what?! We took care of it ourselves! You don't have to--don't just keep hurting him! Beating someone up isn't supposed to be fun!
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Hey, hey, hey - c'mon, kid, we're done. We're done. [ no hard feelings (?) but also like maybe don't shoot people.
mabel's yelling? valid as hell. ichiro feels the familiar rise of bitter anger somewhere in his stomach, and grits his teeth as he glances away for a moment towards the direction of this mysterious voice. ] Take care of us?
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