Scene #6738: Shopping at the Red Dragons

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Chrollo Lucilfer	It's one of the many Earths in the multiverse that Chrollo calls Majima to for his little 'shopping list'. This one just so happens to be far more advanced than the former Yakuza's: the world is covered by sprawling megacities covered by domes to stop the horrible post-apocalyptic weather outside of them. Skyscrapers reach to the heavens, and people with bionics is a common sight. So are people with robes and staves, and a thousand different cultures' worth of foci, religious icons, and tribal or naturistic shaman tools. The cars often hover more than roll on wheels. But that aside, it's still a city, with all the sprawl and urban decay that comes with it. Right on the edge between the entertainment district, the slums, and the massive spires owned by the corporate overlords sits a four story office building. It's all black and steel, with dirty tinted windows, a single front entrance, and a chain link fence with barb wire atop it cordoning off the delivery area in the back. There's no guard house like a better secured building, but one can see well-muscled suit wearing men and more than a few tatooed or bowler-wearing elf with a stave or book walking in. None of them walk or talk like your average salaryman. It /smells/ like Yakuza, with the addition of elf ears and mysticism. Across the street, another building rises only slightly taller. It's a six story hotel, with cramped rooms and staff that don't ask questions about strange sounds or people coming and going. Nor do they tend to squint too hard at men in fur-lined coats on the rooftop. That would be Chrollo, scoping out the office building through binoculars. A phone is in his other hand, currently displaying a floor plan. Seems he's decided to wait in the most dramatic spot, given how his coat sways and he just generally looks as 'anime villain' as you could get right about now. Yup, this smells like a sidequest.
Majima Goro	Majima does a very good job of being from a world that's aggressively mundane and normal, and is so much so that he never fits in anywhere. While they may not squint at men in fur-lined coats on the rooftop, Majima probably drew some attention on his way up. Not enough to cause a fuss, but enough that Chrollo maybe notices Majima's there before a gloved hand slaps on his shoulder. It's a serious possibility. "Aaahhh. So what is this place, anyway, eh? Thought it was Japan, but...eh? Elves and hovercars and crap at the same time?" He asks, before cracking open a can of beer, plopping down besides Chrollo without need for invitation. "Arright, whaddaya we here for."
Chrollo Lucilfer	Whack! Chrollo rocks forward slightly, the corner of his lips flickering. He gives an overly polite nod. He can't help but be reminded just a little bit of Nobunaga here. Majima certainly has the same passion. "Welcome to the headquarters of the Akagi Family, branch of one Red Dragon Yakuza clan. They run all of the illegal gambling, magic reagents, and stolen tech for half of the megacity. We're here for two reasons." A single pale index finger rises. "First, they hired a member of the Phantom Troupe on the job then failed to pay me, so I'm going to send a message. Second, Staren has been kind enough to help me with a few...philosphical issues. So I'm getting him a present." Chrollo is suddenly shoving a relatively small bag Majima's way. Inside is a pair of gascans, and a blowtorch. Then he's offering his phone over. After a few swipes, he's pointing to an office on the third floor. "We're after a 'BlissStation 5200', all of it's games, and anything else we can grab. It's a game station that combines magic and technology. Supposedly, people have been so engrossed that they never want to leave, so they made it illegal and destroyed all but three copies." Chrollo then offers over the phone with the floor plan, and takes out a second one. "A fine present, don't you agree? Unfortunately, the vault where it's kept has two passcodes. One by the Family head, one by the lieutenant. And I'm lacking in a teleportation hatsu right now, so we'll have to do things the old fashioned way." Already, Chrollo steps to the edge of the roof, his own bag of accelerants thrown over his shoulder. "I don't know what kind of security they'll have, so be ready for anything. The few Red Dragons I interrogated were surprisingly loyal and tight lipped. I'm sure you can convince the family Head to apologize and cough up the code. Now then. Front, or back?" Chrollo motions to the chain link fence, then to the front door. Seems it'll require splitting up!
Majima Goro	"...Huh. 'Red Dragons'? ...heh, that'da cause some crap if they..ah, never mind. Never mind." Majima takes the bag, looking at it with a raised eyebrow. "...we, eh, we doin' some fuckin arson here, or...?" He looks baffled, but Chrollo explains the rest of the plan. He just looks a bit baffled, more than anything, scratching his head a moment. "...Uhhh. Do ya think I'm some kinda stealth master guy?" He asks, his mouth twisting into a pained expression. Still, he's looking towards the front door. "...If what ya wantin' is a distraction, I can make a really good distraction," He offers. "But I ain't doin' no sneakin' round."
Chrollo Lucilfer	'Stealth master guy' gets an amused expression on Chrollo's face. He actually laughs, in that reserved way. "Oh, don't worry. We're sending a message. I want this to be the talk of the city's gangsters for the next month at least. We take what we desire, then we burn everything else. Just be yourself, walk in that door, and let them know who you represent. Simple." He makes it sound both so pleasant /and/ normal. Then Chrollo drops off the rooftop, into the shadows of the hotel's alleyways. A second or two later, a shadow hops the fence in one go, and fades away. A second after /that/ the phone he offered pings. 'Protect yourself. Call me for backup, if you need it.' There's no one guarding the front door, and the thing isn't locked right now. But beyond the rickety, slightly catching automatic doors is a receptionist's desk manned by a pair of burly looking men in suits. They all have little red dragon symbols pinned to their chests. One has a katana leaned on the desk where he types on the computer. The other one looks unarmed, and has green skin and tusks. There's a dreamcatcher around his neck. An elevator and stairwell is beyond them, and there's a single camera watching from above. It's 2 in the morning, and the two 'receptionists' look half asleep. For now.
Majima Goro	SUBSTORY START -- Fun And Games Majima does not just walk through the door. He exults through the door. Palms facing upwards, arms spread out wide. "Good moooorning, everyone!" He takes the time to wave to the camera excitedly, before leaning over the counter towards one of the burly men. Then he reaches over, grabbing a pen. And then he slams the pen nib directly into the typing man's hand. "Hello! I'm here to collect on an unpaid bill, on behalf of the Phantom Troupe! If ya gotta bunch of meatsacks on duty, tell 'em Majima-san is here to beat their heads in!" With that, he cracks his neck. This is how you make a distraction. Glad he doesn't gotta do that whole sneaky thief bullshit.
Chrollo Lucilfer	Majima's swagger alone would be enough to get these two thugs into a desire to fight. That amount of posturing just screams organized crime, and they're not /quite/ as dumb as they look. That scream becomes a shriek in actuality as the katana thug lets out a hearty yell of pain as he's stabbed straight through. "Who the...Phantom Troupe!? Knew the Boss should've just killed that weedy lookin' goth! Now he's got to bring his one-eyed old man into the picture? Gonna make you regret walking through that door, you geezer!" Yeah, this particular yakuza brand punk-ork probably isn't older than twenty two. Katana Guy finally wrenches his hand off of the keyboard, and draws his blade! "Th...that was my new hand! Bastard!" ~~YAKUZA RECEPTIONISTS~ Hand sparking, the cyber'd up human Katana Guy leaps at Majima with speed that's impressive for someone so huge! His dress shoes slam into the desk as he's lunging over it, shattering the wood. There's the sound of hydraulics. The man sounds more metal than man, but his strike is all brute force rather than finesse. As for Ork Guy? He's actually backing off, and pulling that dreamcatcher off of his neck. He holds it in front of him towards Majima! He's starting to chant. The room is beginning to smell, of all things, like a fresh rainfall and recently cut wood. ~Elsewhere~ A guard in the loading bay is busily tapping on his phone, texting his girlfriend. There's a single, dim light in the area. A pale hand reaches out, the guard stiffens, and mmph's into his now covered mouth. Before he can bite, a pen pierces the back of his head. A door is unlocked with the newly gained keycard, before the loading bay's light flicks off.
Majima Goro	Finally. He wanted one thing in life. He wanted to fight goons in an office building. He's been complaining about this since the Multiverse unified. Majima's movements are pretty swift for a forty year old man. As the human leaps over the desk, Majima just ever so barely sidesteps out of the way,and then grips the cyber-enhanced man from behind. There is a terrifying grin on his face as an arm wraps around below the man's chin, and Majima... Completely non-lethally snaps his neck. Alright? Essence of Choking. He's fine. Just give him a glass of milk or something. Majima can worry about whether that idiot's getting up later, because the Ork...has a piece of wood and string, and things are starting to smell really pretty. "...eh? 'ssat the stupid shit they're doin' in the future?" He asks, drawing out a bat from behind his back. Hopefully the Ork has some sort of plan in mind, because Majima's plan is very simple. Step One: Smack Ork's legs with the bat, knock him down. Step Two: Jam tip of bat into Ork's mouth. Step Three: Kick the bat upwards towards the ceiling while it's still partially inside the green beast's mouth, and recollect. Also, neither of these fucks pulled the alarm. Does he gotta do it HIMSELF?
Chrollo Lucilfer	There's this /whistling/ sound as the katana misses, the man holding it already gritting his teeth in frustration! Majima looks like a normal human! Not even one of those weird mystical martial artists! Katana Guy has about a fraction of a second to wonder if it's luck, or skill, when Majima has an arm from behind. Hurrrk! There is a /whole/ lot of metal in this man, but it's not in his neck. SNAP! He'll be chugging down ramen and beer with the boys again in a week but for now he's a chrome'd up pile of unconsciousness right about now. The Ork has a dreamcatcher and magical air freshener. He's mumbling something about 'Oh Great Forest' and 'verdant vengeance' before Majima has a bat all of a sudden. Down comes that bat onto the ork's knees! Majima will find that they're not instantly shattered, thanks to what appears to be bark starting to grow onto his skin! The pain from an aluminum bat though /does/ send him to his knees long enough for Majima to perform a classic maneuver. Shut Up The Spellcaster. The Ork is literally chewing on metal, falling back with a cross-eyed look, only for that bat to be kicked into the air. An indecipherable mixture of arcane words, bloodied teeth and tusks, and curses come out. Again, he's down for the count. That was, perhaps, a bit too easy. Then the Ork's fist crushes the dreamcatcher. All of a sudden, there's a rapidly expanding wall of ivy covered in thorns the size of a finger dripping something purple. When that something hits the floor? It begins to dissolve. And that wall of corrosive magical thorns is melting into reality directly towards Majima. The sounds of forest birds and roaring panthers fills the air. There's the alarm. The elevator's light is on, indicating someone is coming down. The stairwell is open still. ~Elsewhere~ Chrollo faces off with a trio of razorgirls, each one having scythe-legs and hands as well as glowing red cyber-eyes. A fourth razorgirl is pinned to the wall like a fly, pens, scissors, and a stapler holding her twitching form. The Boss of the Phantom Troupe holds a curved, large knife, eyes sharp and anticipation lurking in them.
Majima Goro	Majima's already slung the bat behind his back again, ready to head for the elevator casually when...the dripping acid ivy starts coming at him. On the one hand, he's got a blowtorch, and that might work. On the other hand, why bother? He's here to cause a ruckus. This is a giant wall of corrosive ivy. It's going to cause a ruckus for him! So instead, he's bounding up the stairs at a full sprint, casually using his bat to make noises on the walls as he goes. He doesn't want to sneak up on anyone, after all. He just wants to go to the first unlocked door he can to start raising more hell. "Red Dragoooooon-kuns! Come out and plaaaaaaay~" "RED DRAGON KUUUUUNS, COME OUT AND PLAAAAAAAAAAY!"
Chrollo Lucilfer	And really, is corrosive magic ivy even a good idea? Apparently not, as when Majima absolutely jets up those stairs? There's screaming behind him as the thugs who came down to check on things run right into it. There's cursing, desperate slashing, gunfire, and someone screaming about stupid shamen. The door slams open as Majima in, after two doors. General commotion is now the order of the day. Two goons rush past by in the third floor hallway, completely missing Majima's entrance into the office door by seconds. No need to back out though, as the former yakuza has found a few red dragons. These two aren't of the 'thick and bulky' type. No, it's a pair of elves with mohawks, bowler hats, suits and wands in their hands. One of them jumps out of their seat, pointing the wand at the obvious intruder! "Electus!" They yell, and a single lightning bolt is searing right for Majima. Or, more accurately, to that /metal bat/! The other elf makes a circular motion in the air, and a nearby desk explodes as a summoning circle lights up, then fades. A three-headed dog melts into being. All three heads bark, and charge for Majima, spitting fire breath! Majima, you've found the elves. ~Elsewhere~ Chrollo and a man with machine gun arms face off in one of the many offices. The man dodges bullets by mere millimeters as the lieutenant tries to punch the much smaller Troupe leader through with lead. Chairs and tables are shredded or kicked over for cover. At one point, Chrollo is running up the wall, wielding the best weapon he could find against such a well-armed and strong opponent: a nice, heavy desk lamp now glowing purple with the Spider's nen.
Majima Goro	"Aww, hey, more elves." Majima's still got that same swagger as he busts in the door. He's not sure what 'Electus' means, but the elf screaming it receives a spinning thrown projectile bat right to the face. This will get increasingly funny once the lightning bolt electrifies it, but Majima doesn't get to claim any credit for that one. He had no idea that was coming. What he does know is coming is a giant dog. "Awww, you're like that tiger I got in Purgatory!" He rolls out of the way of the initial charge. He can handle one dog, but he ain't exactly ready in case that guy just keeps pumpin' out dogs like some kinda leaky faucet. He starts to flare with a blue light, reaching to grab the summoning elf with one hand. HEAT ACTION: ESSENCE OF THAUMATURGY He grips the elf by the collar, and delivers a single headbutt to the summoner's face. The wand comes up, and Majima grabs it with his hand, ripping it out and smashing it back and forth on the poor soul's face before throwing him to the ground. Which leaves the dog. That blue flare suddenly turns purple, as he pulls out a tanto knife. "Alright." He says. "Let's play 'Old Yeller'," He declares. ...Assuming Cerberus even stays intact without his summoner.
Chrollo Lucilfer	The elf with the lightning bolt did /not/ expect to have the bat thrown at him. In the two hundred years they've been alive, that is a new one. The elf caster can reflect on that, once his brain is no longer being zotted by 10,000 volts of his own making. Also when he can think straight after the massive concussion he now has. THUD! That's one down. The cerberus crashes into the wall...literally, in fact, and already there's the smell of fire as the wall catches aflame from the toasty dog. Heck pupper will spend a few moments trying to drag it's head out of the burning hole it's made. Meanwhile, the dazed second elf eats first a headbutt, then a wand-hammering that leaves the wand crushed and several burns on the man's face. Apparently summoning hell doggies has consequences when it's delivered right back to your face. The Cerberus indeed /does/ stay intact. Not much love for his summoner though, as the doggie immediately applies fire in the fallen elf's direction. After that, it's back to the more mobile threat in the room! It growls, trying to intimidate Majima, before finaly deciding to just to maul him! The thing makes a leap a good six feet in the air, glowing with it's own red, demonic energies. Crashing down in a blurr, it's blazing with a powerful aura to match Majima's own! Also quite a bit more literal fire. Teeth are going for Majima's jugular, and the claws are trying for shoulders and back to grip-n-tear! ~Elsewhere~ The machine-gun-armed lieutenant is missing his machine guns. And his head, for that matter. Chrollo has snatched a suit to replace his now ruined, bullet-stricken coat. It is, miraculously, fur-lined and appropriately goth-y enough for him to wear it quite well without covering up the forehead ink. In the basement, he waits, tapping on his phone. A slightly blood-smudged piece of paper is in one hand. Majima's phone pings. 'Got the first code.' Seems the man's been a great distraction! But there's still a Family Head to deal with. Conveniently, they're just past this heckpup infested room!
Majima Goro	..He was /kinda/ hoping a little that the Cerberus was going to go away. But no. That said, obnoxiously dodging away from gigantic enemies that can utterly brutalize him in close quarters was a skill he forged hard in the eighties. First, the initial bite. Majima pulls himself out of the way, simultaneously pulling the tanto down and underneath the middle dog's head. The claws are coming in from behind, but that just means Majima rolls forward beneath the dog, which conveniently handles the other two heads trying to bite him. What follows next is an incredibly unprofessionally accomplished maneuver that is best left to veterinarians, with anaesthetic. However, it should do a sufficient job of subduing the Cerberus. If it doesn't, well, whatever. He's got a stupid ide, and that involves rushing into the next room whether that dog follows him or /not/.
Chrollo Lucilfer	Majima may now be the closest thing to a licensed vet in about five blocks. The Cerberus does /not/ appreciate this, judging by the widened eyes, the tail between the legs, and the absolutely /mournful/ sound the doggie makes. Heckpup is sent packing, finding a corner of the office and curling up! Those eyes are watery, and are looking at Majima as he makes his way out to the next room with all-too-doggy-like guilt! Why you do this to innocent heckpup, Mr. Former Yakuza!? Away from the shame of demon dogs eyes, Majima is instantly confronted by...well, a man in his early fifties wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He looks positively /normal/ compared to the rest of his magical grunts. He has a massive, fuzzy looking mustache, green eyes, and a scowl on his face. He looks /pissed/! "Walking into /my/ office and killing /my/ men!? You Phantom Troupe are insane! Ten million for one little hit...I'll give you what you deserve!" Odd. Despite all the battery, Majima's opponents are most definitely still alive. BLAM! The one nod to magical-yakuza glamor is a literal golden gun, firing golden bullets. This massive shotgun is easy enough to tear a tire-sized hole in Majima's chest with a direct hit! What's worse, though, if Majima dodges? Those bullets ricochet, curve, and start to follow him around the room! And the Boss is reloading, flaring a gaudy, gold aura!
Majima Goro	...He kinda likes the guy, actually. Jeans and a t-shirt is such a nice break back to normalcy. "...Eh? I ain't called the Mad Dog of Shimano for n-" He stops, reaching into his pocket. "..Majima Goro, President of Majima Construction. Whatcha need?" There is a pause. Majima holds up a finger to the yakuza boss. "Arright. Hold on. Guy in front of me's got a weird glowy shotgun." The cell phone is kept in one hand, though, as he sidesteps the shotgun bullets once, only to watch them ricochet back, curve around, and come at him again.Well. That's a problem. ...The idiot's reloading his shotgun, though, and -that- gives Majima an idea. He sidesteps the bullets again, rushing towards the boss with one hand wielding the knife..and the other holding his cell phone to his head. "...gimme two secs, kay?" He shoves the cellphone back into his pocket, before...sliding down and winding himself around to elbow the mustache man in the back. With any luck, he'll elbow Mr. Mustache right back into his own seeking shotgun blasts.
Chrollo Lucilfer	The Boss actually pauses mid re-load as Majima actually has the /gal/ to pull out his cell phone. There's this look of fury, that melts into a sort of...well, begrudging respect for the stones on the former yakuza. Even the bullets stop! The boss crosses his arms, shotgun to his chest, looking distinctly impatient as the call goes on. At least, until Majima's rushing him. Those bullets resume attempted murder, and the Boss abandons trying to simply reload. Instead he's trying to bludgeon Majima! But the younger man is still too slippery. Old guy might have managed it, but there's an office chair that's /just/ in the way enough to let Majima slip around and hammer him with an elbow. Bossman Yakuza falls into the chair, he rolls forward with the seat spinning three times! And carried direct into his own bullets! Luckily the shotgun itself takes most of the brunt, and he thick chair cushion a lot of the rest. Still, he's sent flying through the air, and slams into the wall. He twitches, before falling down. With a last ditch effort, the Boss Yakuza chucks the stock of the shotgun at Majima. He has considerable aim, for having been shot by his own magical shotgun bs. There's a shower of gold shotgun bits too. 24 karrot. And a single floating slip of paper with a numeric code on it. Mission Accomplished. Now it's time for the loot. Majima, when he arrives at the vault, will find Chrollo reading a book by candle light in the now darkened basement. He smiles, looking up. "You have them running around like rats. Easy prey when panicked. Shall we take our spoils?" The vault slides open after both codes are entered. Inside, just as promised, is a single BlissStation with a box full of cartridges. There's also a number of other interesting items. A single floating orb with a plaque that reads 'Soul of Nikola Tesla'. A Pile of Books with names like 'Necromonicon 5th edition' and 'Summoning Succubi for Grand Demonologists'. Chrollo takes that one. A box full of platinum bars, lightly enchanted. A single jacket made of nanofiber and devil-hair weave. With a Red Dragon over a sunrise on it. An elf on the shelf. It has a knife in it's hands, and is in a slightly different place if you look away and back again. It's eyes look like it wants to eat you. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, is stacks of sequential bills. Actual cash, untraceable, and a listing of the Red Dragon's hidden arms caches. Chrollo also pockets the list. And is starting to pour gas on the money. /After/ Majima has his take, of course. Blowtorch on. "I always wanted to try a real bar-b-que." The duo might not want to stay here too much longer, more thugs and elves and corp police will be here eventually. Luckily the Bossman has keys to one of the hovercars parked out front.
Majima Goro	"..arright, so ya need a place ta hide out?" He says, knife pointed towards the boss as he's back on the phone. This is -important-, damnit. The guy isn't down and out, at least, but he settles for...somehow blocking the shotgun projectiles with his knife. What? How was he -that- fast with a knife? That's ridiculous. Anyway, he snags the piece of paper out of the air, along with some credit sticks, and fans himself a moment. TOTAL DOMINATION And then the cell phone's out again. "Yeah, I gotta place." With that, he meets back up with Chrollo. "Eh?" He says, shaking his head. "Oh, was there loot ta split?" He actually sounds surprised, before the Vault opens, revealing a horrible eldritch mon--oh, it's loot. He goes for the jacket. He completely ignores the platinum bars, and the actual cash. All he seems to go for is the jacket. "Alright, let's get outta here, eh? I ain't lookin' to find out what cops are like in the future."