Mad Dog

So here is Majima’s Villain of the Week: Lao Gui from Yakuza 0. He’s described as the most expensive and most efficient hitman in Asia. He is incredibly acrobatic and highly skilled in CQC. His weapons of choice include throwing needles, a handgun, and a Chinese broadsword. He’s been given several marks during this invasion, one of which could be your muse.

As Majima cut through the back alleys en route to another ward, his path crossed with the hitman in question:

“Lao Gui...”

monoslugger 

❝Well, this sucks in just about every sense of the word.❞

He wished that sentence wasn’t quite as literal as he made it seem, but it was. To think he was starting to miss the times when stray lightning bolts and earthquakes were his biggest concern. When the Turk had finally decided to get involved in the action, he found himself confronted by.. He wasn’t entirely sure what they were, at first. Shinra had more than it’s fair share of dirty little secrets, so it was hard to remember every single one at a moment’s notice.

But eventually, recollection does come to him. He’d only ever seen these things in reports. Slightly blurred images from afar, but even those were enough to make him sick. Seeing them up close.. Christ, Hojo was a sick bastard.

Deformed beasts, human in appearance, seemed to flock around him. Both their sight and their stench was unbearable. Despite being out in the open, the scent of rotting corpses was overwhelming. And that wasn’t really a surprise, given that these things used to be people. Victims of Shinra’s inhuman experimentation to create super SOLDIERs for their cause. He may be a company man, but he wasn’t exactly proud of a lot of the things they did. And he could confidently say that this was just another circle of hell that he and all of his co-workers would be condemned to.

❝But not today, though. I still haven’t gotten my last paycheck, and I’m not about to clock out before I hit pay day.❞

Situations like this called for a “shoot first, ask questions later” mentality. So that’s exactly what Majima did.

As the herd of pungent mutants swarmed the red-haired man, one had the misfortune of having its deformed head shot. The mutant’s body fell limp onto the floor, blood pooling around its fresh corpse. Other mutants, alerted to the sound of gunfire, turned to see Majima pointing a shotgun at them with a smug expression.

“Came over to see what the hell reeked, and it’s you freaks. If you’re gonna smell like a corpse, ya might as well be one!”

Majima doubted these monsters understood the threat, but they still responded with guttural screams. Aiming his sights at his next target, he calls out to the red-haired man.

@monoslugger·· // Event starter with Crunch{accepting 1 more}

It hasn’t even been a whole day since he was sent down to this city with the mission to destroy it and honestly he was having the time of his life. He was finally doing what he was created to do! No limitations,just go ham! But there was a bit of a itch that he just couldn’t quite scratch yet….

                                                          The other Bandicoot….. Oh how he really wanted to find that little bugger and go all out on him. Scowling,the mutant bandicoot storms through the street,blue eyes glancing over to empty streets as a good amount of the residents had already run for cover. He honestly couldn’t help but smirk at that….This is everything he liked and oh boy how Crunch enjoyed he was the one of the causes of everyone cowering in fear….

He stops on the spot suddenly,blue eyes narrowing as he slightly glances behind him. HIs hands clenching into fists as he lets out a deep chuckle.

 “ You aren’t exactly the sneaky type,but I’ll give you credit for taking till now for me to spot you ”

How could Majima not follow the sounds of total carnage and screaming civilians? Even if they were common occurrences in the past few days, he never got tired of seeing another fight break out.

When he arrived on the scene, the only soul left that hadn’t run off or been mowed down was a hairy, hulking...well, it wasn’t an animal you’d see in Japan, that’s for sure. Whatever it was, it seemingly hadn’t noticed his arrival. Majima had thought he could get the jump on the creature - stick him somewhere vital with his tantō - but not only was he caught before he could strike, he was spoken to.

Of course he could talk. Why should that be surprising at this point? Honestly, this worked to Majima’s advantage. Gingerly taking a few steps back, Majima keeps his weapon to his side and greets the creature with a toothy grin.

“...”

What is this shit? He the toll collector or something? Whatever. As much of a pain in the ass as this was the Boss would rather just give him a straight answer than risk the chance of fighting Majima again. Well not like he fought this one, but you know what I mean.

“ Neither. I’m here on my own whim. ” Okay, well, that definitely wasn’t a straight answer that’s for sure. Probably doesn’t help that his voice was clearly distorted in order to disguise it as well. So y’know, red flags and all. But I digress. Immediately following this the Boss makes an attempt to move past Majima and towards the access point. A part of him hopes with every living fiber of his being that the guy just fucks off and lets him be. Though knowing how things were beforehand that seems pretty unlikely at this point.

But hey, who knows. Maybe things can go right for once. Yeah? Yeah?!?! Yeah…

“ If you’ll excuse me I got shit that needs to be taken care of. ”

The very second the man finishes speaking, Majima stands straight up and pokes him in the chest with his bat to halt his progress. The way Majima was scowling gave pretty clear indication the man’s flippant answer ticked him off.

“Can you see outta that tin can on your head? Take a look around ya,” Majima says, gesturing to all the beasts that lay motionless on the floor. Although he managed to take them all down without any serious injury, there was denying they were a brutal bunch. One false move during that fight and he’d be a bloody pulp on the floor. “This ain’t the kinda place ya stroll into ‘on a whim.’”

Majima’s bat travels up from the man’s chest to arriving just beneath his chin, pushing against it with a slight bit of force.

Bodies scattered about everywhere. Where any of them dead? Knocked out? Didn’t know. Didn’t want to bother finding out really. Wasn’t particularly concerned whether any of these monsters would get up as they’d be met with a bullet to the head before even realizing what just happened.

It’s definitely a strange scene, but not one the Boss was all that surprised with. Lots of people on the island were incredibly tough, and so it wouldn’t be all that far-fetched to say that someone had made short work of these idiots. If anything it made his job easier at least despite the want to fight more.

“ Jesus, there’s so many of them. ” he mutters under his breath.

As he continues to make his way towards what he assumes to be the entrance to one of those wires (given how many of these beasts were scattered around in the first place), a certain figure just several feet away happens to catch his eye. Now while the mask is certainly helping keep his identity a secret, at the same time it’s unfortunately limiting his vision. Something that should have been expected given his lack of skills in creating such things.

Yet as he continues to walk forward the figure in question starts to become much more clear. There just a few feet away from him was quite the familiar man, one he’s spoken to a number of times before. Considering the mess left behind he should’ve expected him of all people to be the cause of it. It’s almost a relief to come across the former Yakuza member squatting nearby.

Sadly this sense of relief would only last so long. For you see, while the Boss is more than aware of just who Majima is and how he acts, the same can’t be said for the other man.

“ …….. ”

@monoslugger· // Security Breach Pt. 1 Starter Call

Majima lost track of just how many beasts he had mowed down at the access point he had taken watch over. He expected to be confronted by groups of people lured to the wires by way of false promises or a sense of righteous glory. Instead it was a hotbed for beasts that failed to even scratch the Mad Dog.

Thanks to his efforts the area around the access point was a little safer, but Majima wondered just how many potential Island Stars or NULL cronies were scared away from their respective missions at the sight of all these bodies, and how many more would’ve been torn to shreds if he hadn’t shown up. The entire reason he set up shop by the wires was to see the resolve of the people of Spirale, but he was starting to wonder if they actually gave a shit at all, or if they were all just talk.

As boredom and disappointment began to creep in, a mysterious man suddenly made his approach toward the access point. He assumed it was a man from their build, anyway, as their head was covered by an iron mask that look amateurishly crafted. The man seemed unfazed by the monsters that lay motionless on the floor (whether that was because of boldness or poor visibility because of the mask was uncertain) and simply stared at Majima, greeting him with a stony silence. The man’s intimidating vibes felt very nostalgic, somehow.

“Yo.”

His tone was gruff, and he remained in his squatting position with his bat held over his shoulder.

Eeek–! Am I that evil-looking?! I mean, it’s a given and I completely understand any assumption but I sincerely have zero fighting capacity nor any redeeming quality to begin with. I’m the worst option to face in a physical match unless it’s about tree climbing…

“I promise it’s not like that at all! I just happen to have this evil face! I would pet a kitten if they didn’t bite me! I– I bet you would too, right?”

“Huh? Well, yeah, I got nothin’ against cats...”

His voice trails as he’s caught up in the non-sequitur. The distraction helps calm him down, at least. He could relate to having an untrustworthy face, but he just couldn't buy that excuse.

She’d watched the scene unfold before her and she did nothing to assist the other man being beaten to a bloody pulp. The necklace itself was kind of pretty so with a big smile she accepted the trinket and put it in her pocket for safe keeping– she’d wear it later probably, for now she had another idea.

“Thanks, hey…” She pushed at the beaten stranger with the toe of her shoe and after deciding he had nothing else of value to steal, she left him lying there instead of calling for help. Her main concern was this interesting new acquaintance.

“Wanna team up? I bet we can get everythin’ for ourselves.”

Majima watched the fallen punk get rolled over by his new company. Seemed like insult to injury, but it’s not like he had much sympathy for most of the people he would beat senseless on a regular basis anyway. 

He mulled over the proposition he was given. Jumping people for jewelry didn’t entice him at all really. Teaming up with a blonde chick who looked like she had a mean streak to her, though? There was potential there.

“Ain’t really my style to go beatin' the shit outta just anybody.”