[Closed] Say hello to his little friend
Who: idkmybfftony, sunneverset, & hi-blog
Where: First floor by the dining room/kitchen
When: Jan. 27th
Rating: T for violence?
Summary: Hibari does not forgive, nor does he forget. Time to bomb America.
The Story:
It had taken Hibari a little while to familiarize himself with guns. The hand gun had been an easy fit, the rifle and shot gun had both proved effective in their own ways, and now he held in his arms a large piece of projectile weaponry as long as he was tall. Guns weren't as graceful or intimate as tonfa were in a fight but when the weapon was a rocket launcher elegance was the last thing to worry about. Surely a bazooka could at least put a dent in a nation. America would not be allowed to simply brush over what he had done. He'd killed Hibari and his "friend". For this, disciplinary action was in order.
With his sash pinned to his shirt sleeve as it had been back in Namimori, Hibari waited under surprisingly effective cover. The Mansion was so odd no one seemed to question a few extra potted plants suddenly filling out a corner. He'd been there all day but America had to show himself eventually; had to visit the kitchen or dining room sometime. And Hibari would see him. And he'd fire his weapon. And he would see just how impervious a nation really was to injury.
Where: First floor by the dining room/kitchen
When: Jan. 27th
Rating: T for violence?
Summary: Hibari does not forgive, nor does he forget. Time to bomb America.
The Story:
It had taken Hibari a little while to familiarize himself with guns. The hand gun had been an easy fit, the rifle and shot gun had both proved effective in their own ways, and now he held in his arms a large piece of projectile weaponry as long as he was tall. Guns weren't as graceful or intimate as tonfa were in a fight but when the weapon was a rocket launcher elegance was the last thing to worry about. Surely a bazooka could at least put a dent in a nation. America would not be allowed to simply brush over what he had done. He'd killed Hibari and his "friend". For this, disciplinary action was in order.
With his sash pinned to his shirt sleeve as it had been back in Namimori, Hibari waited under surprisingly effective cover. The Mansion was so odd no one seemed to question a few extra potted plants suddenly filling out a corner. He'd been there all day but America had to show himself eventually; had to visit the kitchen or dining room sometime. And Hibari would see him. And he'd fire his weapon. And he would see just how impervious a nation really was to injury.