Fang Sign

Cap’s at 3, but uncapped for those who knows Momiji, or for castmates. If the cap is over the limit and you still want to rp, I suggest IMing me and we can work something out!

She’s not really sure.

Shion has probably never rocketed between thanking and cursing whatever gods reside above so quickly, her experience going from an almost peaceful welcome to two massive upheavals of the city in less than a week. She would dwell on her misfortune if not for the sight before her, if her mind wasn’t frozen in both fear and wonder.

She’s hypnotized by the sight of red dripping and splattering onto the pavement of the city, at the sight of the tengu’s sword as it flashes through the air and mercilessly hacks through the flesh of her pursuers. Perhaps if she were less stunned, she’d acknowledge the small twinge of anger at the unfairness of it all, but no; the girl is entirely too stunned to even react as she watches this bloody dance unfold.

So she’s even too stunned to respond at first when one of them locks his eyes on her, a lone observer among those who have kept their heads down and walked quickly away. When the civilian who noticed her roughly grabs Shion’s collar, shoving his face into hers–oh god, his breath smells absolutely horrid–and roughly asks her a question, though, she snaps out of her daze.

“What are you, then?”

It takes a bit for her to comprehend what he’s asking, but in the time it takes for her to understand the question her hands are already moving. She knows that even being close to someone volatile enough to consider joining a group shooting someone and yelling, she knows that even not considering the safety of the other she has now been put in danger, and she needs to react. Now.

Now.

It happens in an instant. A clear, electrical crack breaks through the sounds of yelling and gunshots, and the man holding her crumples like a marionette with its strings cut. He falls to the pavement in a heap, lifeless, without any attempt to save himself from injury. 

She stands there with her stun gun in her hand, cranked up to its highest output, held where his neck was moments before, barely breathing as she realizes…

…That now, some of those engaged with Momiji have turned around and focused on her, and she is most certainly in deep trouble. Her stun gun may be a game-ending weapon but it has no range, and they have guns, and as her rush from using her stun gun fades Shion realizes she has probably made a very big mistake.

Regardless of her intent, Momiji’s fuel to fight back was filled further.

Bloodied and beaten, she charged forward-- using her shield to slam against the jaw of one particular assailant and slicing through another before her, cutting them down swiftly.

All just to stand before Shion.

“Stand behind me!”

“I’ll keep you as safe as I can. ... Thank you.”

     Right now, what else could she say?

❝O-Oh, I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fright- eh?❞ Having expected that she must have startled her, it puzzled her instead when she realized she misunderstood it. There was a tint of red crossing her face, and it certainly wasn’t from the pigment of smeared blood. A moment’s pause given, she finally responded.

❝There’s… no reason to thank me… I just… wanted to save someone very important to me.❞ Shedding a bit of her own smile at her, she thought everything was going smoothly… until the other transferred her weight entirely onto her.

❝M-Momiji-san! H-Hang in there!❞ Under extreme apprehension, she wrapped her arm around her waist tightly, pulling her closer as she lifted the limp arm around her shoulders for support. The dreadful recognition of her own mistake had overwhelmed her to bring a few tears to her eyes, although she did her best to resist.

She couldn’t cry in front of her- that would have been stupid. A few steps in as they proceeded to further themselves away from the previous battlefield, she could only hope that she would make it in time for her comrade’s sake.

     Though her entire body ached badly, a sense of relief washed over the tengu.

She felt somewhat bad, admittedly. Dragging Rosa in to all of this was something she would never have wanted-- especially with the possibility of Rosa getting harmed. But... she was unsure of whether or not she could get through all of that by her own, now that her head was clear.

Had she been like she was at home, there was no questioning that Momiji would have been able to tear through that entire crowd without too much problems at all. But here...

... To have someone to rely on was a wonderful thing, indeed.

The fact that it was Rosa just made this feel a bit nicer.

“Don’t... don’t be silly, Rosa-san.”

“The fact that I could protect you after coming to my aide makes up for everything. ... Haahh... it hurts, but... I’ve felt worse...”

     The sting of a gunshot was somewhat new to Momiji admittedly, but she had been through worse battles than this one despite how she had ended up. She wouldn’t die so easily.

For her.

Upon initial witness, she was left frozen, fearing that she might have lost her. But the low, terrifying growl that came afterwards had been a signal that she was mostly triggered than injured. That, of course, had also flicked something inside of her.

Whatever sympathy that had remained within her quickly disintegrated, now a cold murderous stare given at the remaining ones. Many of their instincts had kicked in and followed to flight rather than fight any longer, yet the remaining ones had stubbornly refused to move, their hands shaking around their weapons as they attempted to pull. 

Her hand finally slipped into the bag though, revealing a gun of her own before throwing the purse to the side. Immediately she aimed at a forehead, a clear center shot that was marked as perfect.

❝I warned you, didn’t I.❞ Her feet quickly dashed to the final one, who’s actions proved to be slow that resulted them falling to the ground with a loud thud. Her hand locked around their arm, she shoved the muzzle into their mouth, and gave them a last farewell before pulling the trigger.

❝Good night, and don’t you dare wake up.❞ A single click was all it took before she finished it off, some red splattered on her cheek in which she wiped it off with her hand before standing on her feet to frantically find the wolf.

Just as if nothing happened, her expressions transitioned into a softer one with concern drizzling on it, frowning at the other as she rushed towards her.

Concern solely for the woman who had come to her side, despite being outnumbered...

... But as she saw the following shot, her own worries had vanished.

For the moment, Momiji could not believe her eyes. Though she had spent much time with Rosa in the past... she had never seen such a look of intensity on her. Such malice, such intensity... it was surprising. It was a powerful look. ... She liked it, in a way.

And then, as quickly as she had noticed it, it changed now that Rosa was looking at her.

“Ah--” Momiji started, fully turning her body and dropping the corpse. “I...”

“... That look you had a moment ago was so stunning, I got distracted.”

     She says this with a sudden smile. ... And proceeds to fall forward, fully revealing her wounds to the other. The fight or flight sensation had died, leaving her with the pain she had gained.

She hadn’t necessarily meant to leave the house, not under the amount of chaos the current city was going through. But under some circumstances, she found herself having come across a familiar voice nearby.

Surrounded by an unfamiliar group on the streets, she was outnumbered unfairly while being abused by an unrecognizable organization that even the tengu seemed to be baffled by. Her heart raced at the sight of her companion being swarmed by hoarders of people, protesting against her kind, it appeared, as she tried to defend herself through it. 

The woman stood there, numbly, uncertain of how to respond. There she went again, hiding underneath shadows and urging to pretend nothing happened because it had nothing to do with her. In the back of her mind though… she knew she couldn’t let this pass by. 

She refused to hide any longer. That was someone whom she cared for, and to ignore that would have been the greatest sin to commit.

A step made, she began to stealthily approach them, with a hand in her pocket and the other holding tightly around a bag. Pulling out was a fountain pen in which she kept for safe keeping, and as she drew closer- her mind raced faster than ever. 

And in an instant, it all seemed to happen so quickly.

Harshly pulling one by the collar of their neck, a gruesome jab was made on the side of their neckline, and squirts of blood sprinkled out of them before collapsing to the floor.

They all wouldn’t just run away, tail between their legs.

... But of all the things Momiji had expected, she certainly did not expect to find aid amidst the strife that had fell upon her. She was certain-- no, rather, she was optimistic-- that despite her rage, despite her bleeding body, she could pull through this. ... But to see someone stand up for her was a surprise indeed. And for it to be Rosa... no-- because it was Rosa...!

Her senses roared.

“Rosa-san--!”

     The ones who remained hesitated. But one from aside had dared to keep his gun primed-- raising it at this newcomer who had attacked his comrade. Rosa was marked an ‘enemy’.

Trigger primed, he fired-- but it wouldn’t make it’s mark. The bullet would be blocked by the wolf’s own body, who had stepped besides Rosa to make sure she wouldn’t get hit.

And yet, she still stood. Adrenaline at it’s max point.

“... How dare you.”

     Momiji moved quicker than the man’s mind could process his actions.

“HOW DARE YOU!”

     Her red-stained blade deftly sliced off the man’s hand in two, and she viciously tore in to his side with her blade soon after. All he could do was attempt to raise a hand to cover himself, but it was no use for her teeth which sank in to the man’s flesh. Shield dropping, Momiji’s now free spare hand slammed against his neck to choke him to death, painfully.

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Now his friend was bleeding out – he’d never seen blood before and he’d never imagined it’d make him this ill – in this cacophony and chaos. All his pride and self-love couldn’t have prepared him for this.

Because in the end, sympathy won out. Sympathy with a pinch of panic.

     Letting her body grow limp, the only real movement after being picked up was to retrieve her bow and arrow-- just as a precaution. Though, she felt a bit too weak to even fire one at the moment. Damn the limitations to her strength brought upon by the scientists...

“It... it should be north of here. I was told I’d know the building when I’d see it-- so perhaps there will be a sign on the establishment...”

“... I’m sorry for putting all this upon you, my friend. But I appreciate it...”

     She didn’t like having to depend so much on one person. She’d rather it be the other way around. ... Still, she had noticed he seemed weary just looking at her. For that, Momiji felt bad.

It was also the voice of one of the names he’d called. As such, he immediately skidded to a halt, turned, and sprinted while yelling.

“MOMIJI!” He called, waving his hand to make himself more visible. “MOMIJI, ARE YOU–” As soon as he saw the state she was in, he stopped, frozen from shock. To put it plainly, he’d never seen anyone in a worse condition. His jaw shook and he reached his hands out as though he wanted to support her, but didn’t know how.

     That was putting it simply, anyways. Letting out a shaky sigh, she continued.

“... I’d appreciate the help. I heard there was a place nearby here called Beasties that was open for shelter. If you... could help me there--”

     And she unceremoniously fell.

The broadcast, the other broadcasts, and the way everything had just… exploded was growing to be too disconcerting for even him not to notice.

Maybe it’s odd, the fact that he was kidnapped but managed to have a lot of fun while here, but that joy he’d felt was undeniable, and the memories he had would never be forgotten. He treasured these things, and above all else he wanted more moments like them.

So he stared for a moment…

… then ran directly into the smoke and chaos. He had people to find.

If he was anything, he was loud. His voice always picked up over everything. So without any other means of communication, he started shouting. He shouted for his brother, his friend from home, any name he remembered off the top of his head. 

As such, she’d call out to the familiar voice that had caught her ears.

“-- Papyrus!”

     Rounding a nearby corner, she laid her eyes on the tall skeleton-- and offered a wave with her bloodied sword-hand. It hurt just to do so, but what other way to catch his attention?