#heine 01

[reipasento]

@halsberus​

On his way home from a mandatory grocery shopping tour, a huge stray dog startled the heck out of Sou. Luckily, the loudly belling animal just passed by and didn’t target him, but it did seem quite angry. Phew, that was scary...

Well, nothing too unusual, even if it was kind of sad, strays weren’t anything unusual in these streets around here. But as fate so often wanted for him despite his wishes, the usual soon turned into something uncommon. Or more like, he walked into someone unexpected.

“Heine, is that you...?” 

It definitely was. Not only was he too unique looking to mistake for anyone else, but much like their last encounter, he was bleeding again... This time it seemed to be an injury on his arm? For a moment, Sou wondered if that big dog that just passed through, may have done that. And even though the other seemed unbothered by his wound, Sou couldn’t help but worry a little:

“What happened to you!? Uh... I know the last time your wounds healed abnormally fast, but don’t you still want to get that checked up? One day you’ll catch an infection like this, you know?”

[shinnotsuyosa]

It’s a strange feeling, to fight with his hands like this; something he isn’t used to, yet feels right in this annoying, new form. With one fell sweep of his claws, Kurogane easily disengages a monster set out in front of him; grinning as he watches it stagger backwards in an attempt to collect itself. 

Monster hunting for cash was entirely familiar to the ninja, as so proven in the confidence which moved his body. As he went in to finish the beast, a quick flash of something dark ran past him; taking his kill in the same manner of fighting in which Kurogane had began.

“Oi! That one was mine, asshole.” 

“You’re a wolf too, huh? Watch it, or I’ll be goin’ after you next instead of these ugly things.”

                                                            ► *:  ( @halsberus​​  )

[rosepetalmafioso]

@halsberus​

Blood grabs his cane resting against the wall, gripped with menacing force, and slides his back across the wall to listen for voices on the other side. He hears footsteps and a rattling sound in the kitchen. He peers closer, careful not to give himself away by making too much noise. Who he saw was a young man, covered in piercings and rings, clothing screaming ‘tough guy’ in a way that was so delinquent it was comical. This was no professional, just a burgeoning group of thugs. 

Still, now was no time to be getting complacent. He didn’t know if any others from the group were in this safehouse with him. Blood could be overpowered if he wasn’t careful. Taking out one at a time was better than alerting other minions on standby. He may even be able to get some information. He rushes forward into the room, holding out his diamond-tipped cane inches from the young man’s face.

“You there. Which mafia group do you belong to, and who the hell has the gall to antagonize the Hatters by kidnapping their boss? If you tell me swiftly I may be generous enough to spare your life.”