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Ritsukas Odd Encounter Sr Sienna 240928
In the eclectic and dimly lit ambiance of Black Rose Cafe, an odd encounter unfolds as Ritsuka and Bear find themselves approached by Britney, a seemingly distressed woman alleging car troubles. Despite her disheveled appearance, designed to elicit sympathy and assistance, there's an underlying tension that Ritsuka senses but Bear seems oblivious to due to his nature to see the good in people. Britney's request for help with a flat tire, while seemingly innocuous, carries an undertone of deceit. Despite Ritsuka's reservations and her subtle warnings, Bear, swayed by Britney's performance and his own desire to find decency in people post-incarceration, agrees to help. Ritsuka, cautious yet willing to support Bear, remains vigilant, contacting a friend in preparation for potential trouble.
Their instincts prove right as the supposed simple act of charity spirals into chaos outside the cafe. The scene quickly turns violent as men armed with blades and syringes attack Bear and Ritsuka, aiming to collect their blood and DNA under the pretense of helping Britney with her car. Ritsuka's martial prowess and Bear's brute strength allow them to fend off their attackers momentarily, but they are ultimately unable to prevent the theft of their biological material. Amid the confusion, Britney reveals her true colors with a hate-fueled tirade, invoking "Trump's America" as she and her accomplices make a swift retreat towards an uncertain but ominous purpose. Left bewildered and injured, Ritsuka and Bear are forced to reconvene and recuperate, their minds racing to understand the implications of their assault and the disturbing realization that they were targeted for something beyond mere robbery.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRSienna):SRSienna)
[Fri Sep 27 2024]
In Black Rose Cafe
Large columns support the high ceiling which has
a large stained glass roof that, in the day time
at least, dapples the small cafe below in shades
of rosy reds, greens and dark gray shadows. Each
of the black painted columns are ornamented with
leafy vines that wind their way around them. The
walls are covered from ceiling down with crimson
lake hued wallpaper, embossed in a subtle raised
pattern of more of the blooms that lend the shop
its name. From roughly head height the wallpaper
gives way to darkly stained wood panelling which
then gives way to similar dark hard wood floors.
In the center of the room is a circular counter,
inside of which serves as the hub for the little
cafe that offers patrons a place to sit and read
while snacking or sipping on some coffee or tea.
It is morning, about 67F(19C) degrees,
(Your target and their allies stumble upon an ominous ritual being conducted by a clandestine group known as The Destined Host. The ritual is designed to summon a powerful demon, whom they believe will help them fight against an impending doom. The group is fiercely protective of their work and will not take kindly to interruptions. The characters must decide whether to interfere with the ritual, try to negotiate with the group, or even assist them in their endeavor. Their decision could have lasting implications, potentially altering the balance of power in Haven and drawing the attention of other supernatural entities.)
Ritsuka was seated by a table with a cup of coffee that still has a little bit in it, she was chatting with people and showed them a kitsune styled make up not long ago before removing it again and putting her make up tools back into her satchel. Some introductions weree made, and the conversation moved to male japanese idols and the man at the table being playfully imagined as a lumberjack.
Ritsuka was seated by a table with a cup of coffee that still has a little bit in it, she was chatting with people and showed them a kitsune styled make up not long ago before removing it again and putting her make up tools back into her satchel. Some introductions weree made, and the conversation moved to male japanese idols and Bear being playfully imagined as a lumberjack.
Bear mostly made small talk, and sipped at a cup of Turkish coffee, the cup almost comically small for his large hands. His expression lights up when he tastes the cinnamon.
The air in the Black Rose Caf hums with quiet conversation and the clink of cups being set down on tables. Near the entrance, a group of individuals lingers just out of sight, their presence subtle yet deliberate. They exchange hushed words, their focus fixed on something inside. At the head of the group is a striking woman, her appearance carefully crafted to look disheveled; ripped jeans, a worn jacket, and a faint layer of grime on her face. She scans the caf, her gaze intense and calculating, waiting for the right moment to act.
With a soft, practiced stumble, she crosses the threshold and collapses just inside the door. Her voice, though weak, carries throughout the room. "Fuck, uhm, ugh... " Her eyes dart around, seeking her target, while her companions outside shift slightly, ready to move at a moment's notice. It is a performance, every movement designed to draw attention. She looks vulnerable, desperate, but beneath that facade lies a dangerous intent as she stumbles her way toward Bear and Ritsuka's tables.
Leaning against the counter, she lets out a soft sigh, pretending to catch her breath. "Hey," she says, her voice smooth, with just the right amount of vulnerability. "Sorry to bother you, but I... I'm having a bit of car trouble outside. Its so embarrassing, but I cant get it started, and Im kind of stranded."
Her gaze locks onto one person in particular, Bear, and she offers a coy smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you think you could take a look? Id really appreciate it."
Bear had been focused almost entirely on his drink, glancing aside only when addressed. The man isn't particularly perceptive when it comes to sights and sounds, but his posture stiffensa bit when sizing up the woman in front of him. She looks the part she plays, but her smile is confident and focused. Almost predatory. "Car trouble? I'm not much of a mechanic, Miss. Unless you need something lifted, I'm afraid I'm not your guy."
Ritsuka looks to the woman, looks her over, and she grows a touch cautious. She can see that what is shown is not what is true, even with the cleanse ritual active, she can still see weakness, and so she reaches a little bit around herself, touches at her side, pulling the long pullover up at her hip just a little bit. She does not reveal skin, but readies her hand. "Ohyao, madam. Why don't you take a seat instead? I think that would be much more presentable. We wouldn't want any kidnapping, would we?"
The woman points out the window, directing their attention to a car parked nearby with its hazard lights blinking and the back right tire visibly deflated. "See? Thats my ride," she says, laughing lightly as if its no big deal. "Ive got a spare in the trunk, and I know well enough how to change a tire, but..." She glances back at Bear, her eyes lingering on him with a playful smirk. "I could really use a guy with strong muscles to help me pull off the spare and the flat. Its just stuck, you know? Happens all the time. Youd be my hero."
Her laugh comes easily as she turns to Ritsuka, waving off the suggestion with a grin. "Kidnapping? In broad daylight? C'mon, sweetie, no ones that crazy." She places her hands on her hips and shakes her head, amused. "Youre a little paranoid, arent you? Just trying to get a little help here. Nothing sinister, I promise." She glances back at the car. "Besides, Ive got places to be, so the sooner I get that tire swapped out, the sooner Im out of your hair."
Bear considers the woman's words more carefully. After all, he -is- a guy with strong muscles. Maybe this woman isn't so suspicious after all. Easily flattered, oblivious to the crowd of people in wait, he turns his gaze to Ritsuka, "Whatcha' think? Seems she really does need help..."
"Bear-san, I have a bad feeling about this. People like these do not mean well in Haven-city," Ritsuka quietly replies to Bear, though she rises to her feet. "Can I ask for your name, ma'am?" Though her eyes do look the woman over for a moment, and she breathes in, sighing again. Her eyes then just briefly glance to Bear "If you would like to help her, I am not really very strong, I mean look at me. I'm very fragile in my build. But I can be close enough to watch your back."
"Britney," the woman introduces herself with a charming smile, leaning into the flirtation with Bear. Her eyes sparkle as she looks him over appreciatively. "You're such a sweetheart for even considering it. You really dont need to listen to your friend... this is just a flat tire. Not like Im asking you to lift a car or anything." She laughs softly, her voice a little warmer, a little sweeter now. "Id hate to be stuck out there all day. You'd be saving me, really."
Britney's gaze drifts toward Ritsuka, her expression just barely masking irritation. "Youre a bit of a buzzkill, arent you?" she teases, her eyes rolling in faint exasperation. "I get it, though. But come on, it's just a flat tire. Cant we all just chill? It's broad daylight." She tosses her hair over her shoulder and straightens up, her posture subtly more defensive. Every so often, her eyes flick toward the window, where a couple of figures linger near another car, seemingly just bystanders... but there's something a little too casual about them.
Bear doesn't look particularly concerned, but nods at someone, moving to stand from his seat. The chair protests beneath him as his full weight presses into it for a moment. Turning his gaze to the disheveled woman, "Well, I'd like to believe theres some decent people out there. Just got outta' jail, so its important to me to know theres some decent folk outside. You wouldn't disappoint me, would you miss?" His tone is fairly casual, but the last line holds just a hint of implied danger, his hazel eyes holding hers intently. The difference in height is made much more apparent as he stands. His hand moves to find something in his bag.
Bear doesn't look particularly concerned, but nods at Ritsuka, moving to stand from his seat. The chair protests beneath him as his full weight presses into it for a moment. Turning his gaze to the disheveled woman, "Well, I'd like to believe theres some decent people out there. Just got outta' jail, so its important to me to know theres some decent folk outside. You wouldn't disappoint me, would you miss?" His tone is fairly casual, but the last line holds just a hint of implied danger, his hazel eyes holding hers intently. The difference in height is made much more apparent as he stands. His hand moves to find something in his bag.
Bear slips that knife of of the bag as subtly as he can.
Ritsuka reaches for her phone, and calls a number on it, though she geestures for Bear to lead the way if he wants to go, though her own pace is slow enough to speak into the phone, the words are said entirely in Japanese. Once at the door, she hangs up, and steps outside. Her eyes go towards the shady men, cautiously. It would be appropriate to say she might be a little paranoid.
Ritsuka says "Good morning Saito, there is some strange people here. They want some of my help with switching a tire but they kind of are looking shady. I don't know what they want, but I'm feeling very paranoid. Just letting someone know."
Britney's smile falters for just a split second as Bear's words sink in, but she recovers quickly, leaning into her performance. "Oh, of course not," she says, voice softening into a more demure tone. "I'd never disappoint someone who's kind enough to help." Her eyes flicker briefly to his bag, curiosity piqued, but she keeps her posture relaxed and inviting, pushing her hair behind her ear with a casual, practiced gesture. "Come on, it's just right outside."
As she leads the way, her fingers smooth over the strap of her purse, a nervous habit poorly concealed beneath her bright demeanor. Every few steps, her eyes dart toward the lingering figures by the car, though she tries her best to keep the mood light. "I promise, I'm not as shady as your friend thinks," she jokes, shooting a glance back at Bear with a wink, though there's an edge of tension in her tone.
Outside, Britney's pace slows slightly as she glances once more toward the men by the car, her confident exterior starting to crack under the weight of their presence. Ritsuka's phone call begets a quiet acknowledgement from the party on the other line, requesting more information on their location, the identities and more details as they're led out the cafe.
Ritsuka's phone call begets a quiet acknowledgement from the party on the other line, requesting more information on their location, the identities and more details as they're led out the cafe.
Bear is much more able to recognize the disheveled woman's shift in posture as he walks behind her, those frequent glances for reassurance to the men tipping her hand. His face keeps that familiar, casual smile as he approaches. But his gaze isn't focused on the woman anymore. Each of the men by the car, he takes his time staring down as he approaches, hands in his jacket pockets. Ten feet out from the closest man, he stops, and simply stares them down, that smile not wavering. "Hello, fellas. Nice day today, isn't it? Sort of day we all should cherish. We only get so many of em', after all!"
Ritsuka follows along out, after Bear, and she looks over the number of men as well, offering them a sweeter smile. She tells them "Ohayo," and makes the faintest bow, before explaining "Gomenasai, work call. Kind of important back home in Japan." in English.
"Black rose shop, it is this number of people, the woman is putting together a bit of an act, makes herself look worse and more pitiful than she is. Would not say a thing if she was not faking it. Claims her name is Britney." Ritsuka says into her phone, and turns to look the car over "Drives this kind of vehicle. She is very pretty, so I am sure she might not be simple human."
Ritsuka smiles to Bear "What do you think the vehicle is looking, Bear-san? Is it fixable or does she need to drive to a garage for repairs?" Her other hand does slide back to her side, back to her hip, just above the band of her leggings.
Britney leads Bear over to the car, her smile now a little strained as she pops open the trunk of the worn 2004 Honda Civic. The car is adorned with an eclectic mix of bumper stickers, from patriotic flags to more controversial symbols - MAGA, Donald Trump 2024, TRAILER TRASH BITCH BAYBEEEE! - that make her stand out even more. "Its just the tire, really," she says, trying to keep her tone upbeat. "Got the spare right here, and I know how to do most of it, but I just cant seem to get the old one off."
She digs through the trunk, rummaging around with a bit more force than necessary, pulling out the jack and the spare tire. Her hands shake slightly, betraying her nerves as she tries to maintain the act. "You know how these things go," she continues, laughing a bit awkwardly. "Always happens at the worst time. Thanks again for stepping in."
Ritsuka's conversation falters as the person on the other end of the phone audibly hesitates, clearly baffled by her lack of solid information. Their voice carries confusion, asking her to clarify, but her vague descriptions - "this many people," "some woman," and "a vehicle" - don't provide enough context to help. There's a brief pause, the sound of shuffling papers on the other end before the voice quietly says, "I need more details, Ritsuka-san. What are you actually seeing?"
Ritsuka chuckles suddenly at the phone, it is a soft one, and it is followed by what sounds like an apology. "I sincerely apologize," And she goes on to describe the woman, watching her closely, though she is not yet one of the most perceptive. "I don't thim I am seeing a symbol on her, but she is hiding something." She walks a little around, keeps her hand at her side and around the car, saying a 'One moment' in English to the others. From the edge of her eye, she tries to get the car's plate, subtle as she can be, and then turns around to watch the group, making sure she gave the correct one as she does so, assuming the woman does not stand in the way of it.
Ritsuka says, lighter on note in english, "I heard only a little but about this word called Trump. How would you describe it to someone outside of America?" Though it is light words, and might not be so audible.
Bear takes the jack and the spare tire from the disheveled woman, setting the tire along the side of the car. Guessing that they plan to attack while he's on his knees, he squats instead. A bit rougher on the knees long term, but leaves him in position to spring up if needed. He sets the jack under the car, and turns his gaze to the crowd of men as he cranks the level of the jack, eyes intent.
Without warning, the tension that had been simmering in the air boils over. One of the men closest to Bear lunges forward, his hand flashing out to slash at Bear's arm with a blade, while another darts in, jamming a needle into his side with precision. The prick is sharp, quick, and meant to disorient, but Bear can react with brute force, he knew it was coming.
Britney, the dishwater blonde, is captured by another man wearing all black with his hood drawn over him, the girl kicking and screaming as they attempt to pull her back to a waiting Ford F-150 pickup truck that screeches to a halt.
Ritsuka isnt spared either. As she turns to take note of the cars plate, she can see another man coming in fast with a syringe hidden in his hand, attempting to inject her with an unknown dark red substance, not unlike blood, his other hand grabbing at her hair. Another attacker slashes at her forearm, a shallow but stinging cut left in the wake of the blade.
The air is thick with the lingering threat, the horror settling in. They arent left with anything but confusion and fear; the question of what was in those needles, and the reality that their blood and DNA were taken, hanging ominously over them.
Ritsuka is quick to respond, this entire time, she had kept her hand on her side, because she has a weapon on herself. Her focus is on evading the stupid syringe, alarmed she yells into her phone "Being attacked!" in japanese, and the phone drops to the floor a moment after in the struggle starts. Her paintail is grabbed, but there is the guy with the syringe, and so, the first person she looks to slash is precisely them. Regardless of the sharp weapon slicing or not, she goes on to rely on her own grappling techniques to try and work against whomever grabbed her hair, and she is stronger than she looks. Far stronger to looks that is.
Bear perks a brow as the men lead with blades, but fifteen years in prison has left the man steeled for knifeplay, if no less vulnerable to it. The man approaching him with the knife is prioritized, and Bear attempts to seize the man's wrist, exploiting his reach advantage to yank his arm taut with his free hand, and slam his knife horizontally into the mans forearm, threatening several veins.
As the scuffle erupts into full chaos, Ritsuka's swift movements fend off the attacker with the syringe. She grips her weapon tightly, lashing out with force, slicing into his arm as she ducks and evades. Her hair is yanked painfully, but she counters by twisting into her grappling stance, and with a sudden burst of strength, she flips the man holding her. He stumbles, blood dripping from the gash she left, but he quickly regains his footing. Several fistfuls of hair are clutched within his fists, quickly shoved into a plastic bag, and Ritsuka finds that a minor cut has opened on her hip, barely more than a sting, but enough to coat his rusted knife with her blood.
Meanwhile, Bear's instincts take over. His calloused hands grip the attacker's wrist, twisting hard, forcing the blade back toward its wielder. The knife slices into the man's forearm, and blood spurts out, painting the scene in crimson. But there are too many. Another attacker lunges at him from the side, and Bear has to brace himself, the sheer number of assailants becoming overwhelming.
Britney's shrill voice cuts through the melee. "This is Trump's America!" she screeches, her words blending with racial slurs, her venomous tirade fueling the madness. Despite the chaos around her, she holds her ground, fists clenched, screaming obscenities as her followers scramble away from Bear and Ritsuka, whatever they were after from them - the minor cuts, trading blood, stealing slivers of hair and samples where they could - is accomplished. The most injured are dragged along quickly, cussing and swearing foully under their breath. A gun is fired in the air twice, the street descending into chaos as panicked onlookers and passerby going about their day break into terrified shouts and push anybody and everyone out of their way to get to safety.
Tires screech as Britney and the men with her pile into the pick-up truck, the vehicle careening left and right as the driver attempts to take the corner too sharply, south-bound across the river toward the southside of town; the trailer park, more likely.
Ritsuka tries to remember what her blood and hair might be used for, though she knows her knowledge is limited. She looks to her own gash at her hip, though it is only brief, and picks up the phone, now hanging up, reaches into a pocket and takes up her own communicator. "I was assaulted by some people, they took some of my hair, and blood on a knife. Southbound, I'm thinking to the trailer park. With the ongoing cleanse, I am not in a very good position to do too much on my own. Anyone from the swords that would be willing to help me? They do have firearms and my armaments lie a ten minute drive away at home."
Now with the communicator back in her ear, she does turn and look to Bear "Bear-san, are you alright? Hurting? I have medical training, I need to make sure my own cut does not infect later but you are a priority."
Bear is at least confident in his cardio, and the length of his legs gives him an advantage when gaining distance. Staggering his retreat, punishing any overextensions with a practiced jab, he waves like a an amateur boxer against the people trying to attack him. Still, the sheer ferocity of the assault wears him down, cuts and bruises marking his limbs, and though he keeps a cool head as the group retreats, he sighs in relief as he sees them gaining distance, shoulders slumping a bit from the stress. Hearing Ritsuka, he frowns deeply, "Ah, yeah... I'd appreciate it. Sorry to drag you into this. I thought they were just muggers. The fuck was that about? They were... harvesting bits of us." He grimaces as he removes his jacket, getting a look at the damage along his arms. Meeting her gaze, "You're okay? Heard gun shots."
Ritsuka retrieves some of the make up removal tissue and cleans the blade before slipping it back into its sheath.
[OOC: There isn't anything more to the scene from here, so that's the end of the encounter. I can take you guys back to where you were or summon you wherever you like though!]
Their instincts prove right as the supposed simple act of charity spirals into chaos outside the cafe. The scene quickly turns violent as men armed with blades and syringes attack Bear and Ritsuka, aiming to collect their blood and DNA under the pretense of helping Britney with her car. Ritsuka's martial prowess and Bear's brute strength allow them to fend off their attackers momentarily, but they are ultimately unable to prevent the theft of their biological material. Amid the confusion, Britney reveals her true colors with a hate-fueled tirade, invoking "Trump's America" as she and her accomplices make a swift retreat towards an uncertain but ominous purpose. Left bewildered and injured, Ritsuka and Bear are forced to reconvene and recuperate, their minds racing to understand the implications of their assault and the disturbing realization that they were targeted for something beyond mere robbery.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRSienna):SRSienna)
[Fri Sep 27 2024]
In Black Rose Cafe
Large columns support the high ceiling which has
a large stained glass roof that, in the day time
at least, dapples the small cafe below in shades
of rosy reds, greens and dark gray shadows. Each
of the black painted columns are ornamented with
leafy vines that wind their way around them. The
walls are covered from ceiling down with crimson
lake hued wallpaper, embossed in a subtle raised
pattern of more of the blooms that lend the shop
its name. From roughly head height the wallpaper
gives way to darkly stained wood panelling which
then gives way to similar dark hard wood floors.
In the center of the room is a circular counter,
inside of which serves as the hub for the little
cafe that offers patrons a place to sit and read
while snacking or sipping on some coffee or tea.
It is morning, about 67F(19C) degrees,
(Your target and their allies stumble upon an ominous ritual being conducted by a clandestine group known as The Destined Host. The ritual is designed to summon a powerful demon, whom they believe will help them fight against an impending doom. The group is fiercely protective of their work and will not take kindly to interruptions. The characters must decide whether to interfere with the ritual, try to negotiate with the group, or even assist them in their endeavor. Their decision could have lasting implications, potentially altering the balance of power in Haven and drawing the attention of other supernatural entities.)
Ritsuka was seated by a table with a cup of coffee that still has a little bit in it, she was chatting with people and showed them a kitsune styled make up not long ago before removing it again and putting her make up tools back into her satchel. Some introductions weree made, and the conversation moved to male japanese idols and the man at the table being playfully imagined as a lumberjack.
Ritsuka was seated by a table with a cup of coffee that still has a little bit in it, she was chatting with people and showed them a kitsune styled make up not long ago before removing it again and putting her make up tools back into her satchel. Some introductions weree made, and the conversation moved to male japanese idols and Bear being playfully imagined as a lumberjack.
Bear mostly made small talk, and sipped at a cup of Turkish coffee, the cup almost comically small for his large hands. His expression lights up when he tastes the cinnamon.
The air in the Black Rose Caf hums with quiet conversation and the clink of cups being set down on tables. Near the entrance, a group of individuals lingers just out of sight, their presence subtle yet deliberate. They exchange hushed words, their focus fixed on something inside. At the head of the group is a striking woman, her appearance carefully crafted to look disheveled; ripped jeans, a worn jacket, and a faint layer of grime on her face. She scans the caf, her gaze intense and calculating, waiting for the right moment to act.
With a soft, practiced stumble, she crosses the threshold and collapses just inside the door. Her voice, though weak, carries throughout the room. "Fuck, uhm, ugh... " Her eyes dart around, seeking her target, while her companions outside shift slightly, ready to move at a moment's notice. It is a performance, every movement designed to draw attention. She looks vulnerable, desperate, but beneath that facade lies a dangerous intent as she stumbles her way toward Bear and Ritsuka's tables.
Leaning against the counter, she lets out a soft sigh, pretending to catch her breath. "Hey," she says, her voice smooth, with just the right amount of vulnerability. "Sorry to bother you, but I... I'm having a bit of car trouble outside. Its so embarrassing, but I cant get it started, and Im kind of stranded."
Her gaze locks onto one person in particular, Bear, and she offers a coy smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you think you could take a look? Id really appreciate it."
Bear had been focused almost entirely on his drink, glancing aside only when addressed. The man isn't particularly perceptive when it comes to sights and sounds, but his posture stiffensa bit when sizing up the woman in front of him. She looks the part she plays, but her smile is confident and focused. Almost predatory. "Car trouble? I'm not much of a mechanic, Miss. Unless you need something lifted, I'm afraid I'm not your guy."
Ritsuka looks to the woman, looks her over, and she grows a touch cautious. She can see that what is shown is not what is true, even with the cleanse ritual active, she can still see weakness, and so she reaches a little bit around herself, touches at her side, pulling the long pullover up at her hip just a little bit. She does not reveal skin, but readies her hand. "Ohyao, madam. Why don't you take a seat instead? I think that would be much more presentable. We wouldn't want any kidnapping, would we?"
The woman points out the window, directing their attention to a car parked nearby with its hazard lights blinking and the back right tire visibly deflated. "See? Thats my ride," she says, laughing lightly as if its no big deal. "Ive got a spare in the trunk, and I know well enough how to change a tire, but..." She glances back at Bear, her eyes lingering on him with a playful smirk. "I could really use a guy with strong muscles to help me pull off the spare and the flat. Its just stuck, you know? Happens all the time. Youd be my hero."
Her laugh comes easily as she turns to Ritsuka, waving off the suggestion with a grin. "Kidnapping? In broad daylight? C'mon, sweetie, no ones that crazy." She places her hands on her hips and shakes her head, amused. "Youre a little paranoid, arent you? Just trying to get a little help here. Nothing sinister, I promise." She glances back at the car. "Besides, Ive got places to be, so the sooner I get that tire swapped out, the sooner Im out of your hair."
Bear considers the woman's words more carefully. After all, he -is- a guy with strong muscles. Maybe this woman isn't so suspicious after all. Easily flattered, oblivious to the crowd of people in wait, he turns his gaze to Ritsuka, "Whatcha' think? Seems she really does need help..."
"Bear-san, I have a bad feeling about this. People like these do not mean well in Haven-city," Ritsuka quietly replies to Bear, though she rises to her feet. "Can I ask for your name, ma'am?" Though her eyes do look the woman over for a moment, and she breathes in, sighing again. Her eyes then just briefly glance to Bear "If you would like to help her, I am not really very strong, I mean look at me. I'm very fragile in my build. But I can be close enough to watch your back."
"Britney," the woman introduces herself with a charming smile, leaning into the flirtation with Bear. Her eyes sparkle as she looks him over appreciatively. "You're such a sweetheart for even considering it. You really dont need to listen to your friend... this is just a flat tire. Not like Im asking you to lift a car or anything." She laughs softly, her voice a little warmer, a little sweeter now. "Id hate to be stuck out there all day. You'd be saving me, really."
Britney's gaze drifts toward Ritsuka, her expression just barely masking irritation. "Youre a bit of a buzzkill, arent you?" she teases, her eyes rolling in faint exasperation. "I get it, though. But come on, it's just a flat tire. Cant we all just chill? It's broad daylight." She tosses her hair over her shoulder and straightens up, her posture subtly more defensive. Every so often, her eyes flick toward the window, where a couple of figures linger near another car, seemingly just bystanders... but there's something a little too casual about them.
Bear doesn't look particularly concerned, but nods at someone, moving to stand from his seat. The chair protests beneath him as his full weight presses into it for a moment. Turning his gaze to the disheveled woman, "Well, I'd like to believe theres some decent people out there. Just got outta' jail, so its important to me to know theres some decent folk outside. You wouldn't disappoint me, would you miss?" His tone is fairly casual, but the last line holds just a hint of implied danger, his hazel eyes holding hers intently. The difference in height is made much more apparent as he stands. His hand moves to find something in his bag.
Bear doesn't look particularly concerned, but nods at Ritsuka, moving to stand from his seat. The chair protests beneath him as his full weight presses into it for a moment. Turning his gaze to the disheveled woman, "Well, I'd like to believe theres some decent people out there. Just got outta' jail, so its important to me to know theres some decent folk outside. You wouldn't disappoint me, would you miss?" His tone is fairly casual, but the last line holds just a hint of implied danger, his hazel eyes holding hers intently. The difference in height is made much more apparent as he stands. His hand moves to find something in his bag.
Bear slips that knife of of the bag as subtly as he can.
Ritsuka reaches for her phone, and calls a number on it, though she geestures for Bear to lead the way if he wants to go, though her own pace is slow enough to speak into the phone, the words are said entirely in Japanese. Once at the door, she hangs up, and steps outside. Her eyes go towards the shady men, cautiously. It would be appropriate to say she might be a little paranoid.
Ritsuka says "Good morning Saito, there is some strange people here. They want some of my help with switching a tire but they kind of are looking shady. I don't know what they want, but I'm feeling very paranoid. Just letting someone know."
Britney's smile falters for just a split second as Bear's words sink in, but she recovers quickly, leaning into her performance. "Oh, of course not," she says, voice softening into a more demure tone. "I'd never disappoint someone who's kind enough to help." Her eyes flicker briefly to his bag, curiosity piqued, but she keeps her posture relaxed and inviting, pushing her hair behind her ear with a casual, practiced gesture. "Come on, it's just right outside."
As she leads the way, her fingers smooth over the strap of her purse, a nervous habit poorly concealed beneath her bright demeanor. Every few steps, her eyes dart toward the lingering figures by the car, though she tries her best to keep the mood light. "I promise, I'm not as shady as your friend thinks," she jokes, shooting a glance back at Bear with a wink, though there's an edge of tension in her tone.
Outside, Britney's pace slows slightly as she glances once more toward the men by the car, her confident exterior starting to crack under the weight of their presence. Ritsuka's phone call begets a quiet acknowledgement from the party on the other line, requesting more information on their location, the identities and more details as they're led out the cafe.
Ritsuka's phone call begets a quiet acknowledgement from the party on the other line, requesting more information on their location, the identities and more details as they're led out the cafe.
Bear is much more able to recognize the disheveled woman's shift in posture as he walks behind her, those frequent glances for reassurance to the men tipping her hand. His face keeps that familiar, casual smile as he approaches. But his gaze isn't focused on the woman anymore. Each of the men by the car, he takes his time staring down as he approaches, hands in his jacket pockets. Ten feet out from the closest man, he stops, and simply stares them down, that smile not wavering. "Hello, fellas. Nice day today, isn't it? Sort of day we all should cherish. We only get so many of em', after all!"
Ritsuka follows along out, after Bear, and she looks over the number of men as well, offering them a sweeter smile. She tells them "Ohayo," and makes the faintest bow, before explaining "Gomenasai, work call. Kind of important back home in Japan." in English.
"Black rose shop, it is this number of people, the woman is putting together a bit of an act, makes herself look worse and more pitiful than she is. Would not say a thing if she was not faking it. Claims her name is Britney." Ritsuka says into her phone, and turns to look the car over "Drives this kind of vehicle. She is very pretty, so I am sure she might not be simple human."
Ritsuka smiles to Bear "What do you think the vehicle is looking, Bear-san? Is it fixable or does she need to drive to a garage for repairs?" Her other hand does slide back to her side, back to her hip, just above the band of her leggings.
Britney leads Bear over to the car, her smile now a little strained as she pops open the trunk of the worn 2004 Honda Civic. The car is adorned with an eclectic mix of bumper stickers, from patriotic flags to more controversial symbols - MAGA, Donald Trump 2024, TRAILER TRASH BITCH BAYBEEEE! - that make her stand out even more. "Its just the tire, really," she says, trying to keep her tone upbeat. "Got the spare right here, and I know how to do most of it, but I just cant seem to get the old one off."
She digs through the trunk, rummaging around with a bit more force than necessary, pulling out the jack and the spare tire. Her hands shake slightly, betraying her nerves as she tries to maintain the act. "You know how these things go," she continues, laughing a bit awkwardly. "Always happens at the worst time. Thanks again for stepping in."
Ritsuka's conversation falters as the person on the other end of the phone audibly hesitates, clearly baffled by her lack of solid information. Their voice carries confusion, asking her to clarify, but her vague descriptions - "this many people," "some woman," and "a vehicle" - don't provide enough context to help. There's a brief pause, the sound of shuffling papers on the other end before the voice quietly says, "I need more details, Ritsuka-san. What are you actually seeing?"
Ritsuka chuckles suddenly at the phone, it is a soft one, and it is followed by what sounds like an apology. "I sincerely apologize," And she goes on to describe the woman, watching her closely, though she is not yet one of the most perceptive. "I don't thim I am seeing a symbol on her, but she is hiding something." She walks a little around, keeps her hand at her side and around the car, saying a 'One moment' in English to the others. From the edge of her eye, she tries to get the car's plate, subtle as she can be, and then turns around to watch the group, making sure she gave the correct one as she does so, assuming the woman does not stand in the way of it.
Ritsuka says, lighter on note in english, "I heard only a little but about this word called Trump. How would you describe it to someone outside of America?" Though it is light words, and might not be so audible.
Bear takes the jack and the spare tire from the disheveled woman, setting the tire along the side of the car. Guessing that they plan to attack while he's on his knees, he squats instead. A bit rougher on the knees long term, but leaves him in position to spring up if needed. He sets the jack under the car, and turns his gaze to the crowd of men as he cranks the level of the jack, eyes intent.
Without warning, the tension that had been simmering in the air boils over. One of the men closest to Bear lunges forward, his hand flashing out to slash at Bear's arm with a blade, while another darts in, jamming a needle into his side with precision. The prick is sharp, quick, and meant to disorient, but Bear can react with brute force, he knew it was coming.
Britney, the dishwater blonde, is captured by another man wearing all black with his hood drawn over him, the girl kicking and screaming as they attempt to pull her back to a waiting Ford F-150 pickup truck that screeches to a halt.
Ritsuka isnt spared either. As she turns to take note of the cars plate, she can see another man coming in fast with a syringe hidden in his hand, attempting to inject her with an unknown dark red substance, not unlike blood, his other hand grabbing at her hair. Another attacker slashes at her forearm, a shallow but stinging cut left in the wake of the blade.
The air is thick with the lingering threat, the horror settling in. They arent left with anything but confusion and fear; the question of what was in those needles, and the reality that their blood and DNA were taken, hanging ominously over them.
Ritsuka is quick to respond, this entire time, she had kept her hand on her side, because she has a weapon on herself. Her focus is on evading the stupid syringe, alarmed she yells into her phone "Being attacked!" in japanese, and the phone drops to the floor a moment after in the struggle starts. Her paintail is grabbed, but there is the guy with the syringe, and so, the first person she looks to slash is precisely them. Regardless of the sharp weapon slicing or not, she goes on to rely on her own grappling techniques to try and work against whomever grabbed her hair, and she is stronger than she looks. Far stronger to looks that is.
Bear perks a brow as the men lead with blades, but fifteen years in prison has left the man steeled for knifeplay, if no less vulnerable to it. The man approaching him with the knife is prioritized, and Bear attempts to seize the man's wrist, exploiting his reach advantage to yank his arm taut with his free hand, and slam his knife horizontally into the mans forearm, threatening several veins.
As the scuffle erupts into full chaos, Ritsuka's swift movements fend off the attacker with the syringe. She grips her weapon tightly, lashing out with force, slicing into his arm as she ducks and evades. Her hair is yanked painfully, but she counters by twisting into her grappling stance, and with a sudden burst of strength, she flips the man holding her. He stumbles, blood dripping from the gash she left, but he quickly regains his footing. Several fistfuls of hair are clutched within his fists, quickly shoved into a plastic bag, and Ritsuka finds that a minor cut has opened on her hip, barely more than a sting, but enough to coat his rusted knife with her blood.
Meanwhile, Bear's instincts take over. His calloused hands grip the attacker's wrist, twisting hard, forcing the blade back toward its wielder. The knife slices into the man's forearm, and blood spurts out, painting the scene in crimson. But there are too many. Another attacker lunges at him from the side, and Bear has to brace himself, the sheer number of assailants becoming overwhelming.
Britney's shrill voice cuts through the melee. "This is Trump's America!" she screeches, her words blending with racial slurs, her venomous tirade fueling the madness. Despite the chaos around her, she holds her ground, fists clenched, screaming obscenities as her followers scramble away from Bear and Ritsuka, whatever they were after from them - the minor cuts, trading blood, stealing slivers of hair and samples where they could - is accomplished. The most injured are dragged along quickly, cussing and swearing foully under their breath. A gun is fired in the air twice, the street descending into chaos as panicked onlookers and passerby going about their day break into terrified shouts and push anybody and everyone out of their way to get to safety.
Tires screech as Britney and the men with her pile into the pick-up truck, the vehicle careening left and right as the driver attempts to take the corner too sharply, south-bound across the river toward the southside of town; the trailer park, more likely.
Ritsuka tries to remember what her blood and hair might be used for, though she knows her knowledge is limited. She looks to her own gash at her hip, though it is only brief, and picks up the phone, now hanging up, reaches into a pocket and takes up her own communicator. "I was assaulted by some people, they took some of my hair, and blood on a knife. Southbound, I'm thinking to the trailer park. With the ongoing cleanse, I am not in a very good position to do too much on my own. Anyone from the swords that would be willing to help me? They do have firearms and my armaments lie a ten minute drive away at home."
Now with the communicator back in her ear, she does turn and look to Bear "Bear-san, are you alright? Hurting? I have medical training, I need to make sure my own cut does not infect later but you are a priority."
Bear is at least confident in his cardio, and the length of his legs gives him an advantage when gaining distance. Staggering his retreat, punishing any overextensions with a practiced jab, he waves like a an amateur boxer against the people trying to attack him. Still, the sheer ferocity of the assault wears him down, cuts and bruises marking his limbs, and though he keeps a cool head as the group retreats, he sighs in relief as he sees them gaining distance, shoulders slumping a bit from the stress. Hearing Ritsuka, he frowns deeply, "Ah, yeah... I'd appreciate it. Sorry to drag you into this. I thought they were just muggers. The fuck was that about? They were... harvesting bits of us." He grimaces as he removes his jacket, getting a look at the damage along his arms. Meeting her gaze, "You're okay? Heard gun shots."
Ritsuka retrieves some of the make up removal tissue and cleans the blade before slipping it back into its sheath.
[OOC: There isn't anything more to the scene from here, so that's the end of the encounter. I can take you guys back to where you were or summon you wherever you like though!]