Shattered Porcelain
WHO: Yuugao, Captain America, and Warren [open for more?]
WHAT: Yuugao is harassed while washing dishes
WHERE: The Hangman Cafe; Truth or Consequences, NM
WHEN: Day after Captain America arrives
WARNINGS: Violence, threats, broken dishes.
After a few days in Truth or Consequences Yuugao had gotten used to scowls or a few shouted insults. It never escalated and he never pushed his presence on anyone -- except perhaps to ask for a job. The gentleman, Bob, at the Hangman Diner had been especially kind and so Yuugao earned most of his meals there.
Two days ago there had been a rock thrown at him. Yuugao had shot a glance back, but only saw the backside of the fleeing individual. A civilian. Great. And his trap had been set off -- at least the civilian had been easy enough to restrain and pull out of the wire trap. The teenage boy had screamed about how Yuugao would pay and that his kind of "scum" deserved everything they got. He gave no reply except to toss the kid out into the street and give him a stern glare.
If only he didn't have to worry about keeping his job...he very well might have done a bit more. Quite a bit more.
Yesterday the same man had walked past Yuugao and pushed aside his coat enough to expose what Yuugao now knew to be the handle of a gun. He was not sure of the type, but Warren's description made it clear enough. Besides, why else would someone try to threaten you with a piece of plastic shoved into a back pocket?
This morning he had taken a different route to work and hoped that would discourage the man from escalating the threat even further. It seemed to work, until the kitchen's back most door was opened. He was washing dishes, as promised, and could hear the cooks working to his left. Just who needed to come and see him here? Was there a spill in the dining area?
And why would there need to be four people to deliver that message...? Yuugao did not feel any strong chakra signatures so that meant they were more civilians. Would they really come this far to harass him? Every other time it had been out less public places, though this was not exactly a private location despite him being alone in the room. No, he was far too close to the cooks and the customers for this to be a wise place to begin another attack.
"Thought you could screw with my boy, did you freak?"
Yuugao let the water run and turned to face his assailants - his senses were on high alert and he was ready to move at a moment's notice. Even so, he felt more than a little foolish preparing himself for a fight with rubber gloves and a plastic apron on. "I am not aware of such an action, sir."
The four men varied in size, but all were old enough to be fathers of teenage children - perhaps much like the one he had caught in the trap at his apartment door. One carried a wooden club, another was the man who had shown him the gun yesterday, a third was slipping metal knuckles over his hand and the speaker pulled an axe out of his trench coat. Yuugao raised an eyebrow and wished he had not been wearing the gloves - they would inhibit his ability to form seals. But removal could be fast and speed would not be a problem; limited space was his largest worry.
The axe-bearer spit on the ground and took an aggressive step towards Yuugao. "You hung him up like a pinata! His friends got pictures to prove it."
So it was the teenager then. Before he could reply, the man with the wooden club took a practice one-handed swing with the slim piece of wood and smirked at Yuugao. "We're gonna crack your skull open and that'll teach 'em. It'll teach 'em all."
Had the man with the gun not began to reach for it, Yuugao might have tried to mention that the aforementioned child had been committing a crime when he was caught in the trap. And if he hadn't struggled there would have been hardly a scratch on him. Of course, that all felt like a moot point with a mob like this giving him no chance to explain himself. Then again, when had they given him any chance to explain himself?
"I do believe talking may be a wise solution, sirs..." Yuugao said, pausing only when the gun was drawn and pointed at him. He had never been shot before, but from the sound of it a bullet would be quite detrimental.
"Shut up and stay still, freak," the gun-wielding man growled and cocked back another part of the gun.
Yuugao had not gotten Warren to explain all of the details behind gun mechanics just yet, but he knew a bad sign when he saw one. Before the trigger could be pulled, Yuugao moved, using a burst of chakra to jump over the men and towards the door. He pulled off the gloves in quick succession and hurried towards the kitchen. There was no need to make this a public affair, but at least with the two cooks present it was unlikely the four men would continue to attack.
The shot rang out and Yuugao dared to glance back, sliding to a halt on the slick kitchen floor behind the two cooks in a crouch. Both men had not noticed him and startled at the gunshot, one looking to him and the other frantically trying not to spill the pot of soup he had bumped into in surprise.
"Four men, after me apparently," Yuugao stayed in his crouch and frowned as the four men stumbled into the kitchen.
The one with the axe ran towards him and started screaming - the one with the gun took aim again. Yuugao shouted "watch out!" for the cooks' sake and fled into his next safe haven: the public dining area.
WHAT: Yuugao is harassed while washing dishes
WHERE: The Hangman Cafe; Truth or Consequences, NM
WHEN: Day after Captain America arrives
WARNINGS: Violence, threats, broken dishes.
After a few days in Truth or Consequences Yuugao had gotten used to scowls or a few shouted insults. It never escalated and he never pushed his presence on anyone -- except perhaps to ask for a job. The gentleman, Bob, at the Hangman Diner had been especially kind and so Yuugao earned most of his meals there.
Two days ago there had been a rock thrown at him. Yuugao had shot a glance back, but only saw the backside of the fleeing individual. A civilian. Great. And his trap had been set off -- at least the civilian had been easy enough to restrain and pull out of the wire trap. The teenage boy had screamed about how Yuugao would pay and that his kind of "scum" deserved everything they got. He gave no reply except to toss the kid out into the street and give him a stern glare.
If only he didn't have to worry about keeping his job...he very well might have done a bit more. Quite a bit more.
Yesterday the same man had walked past Yuugao and pushed aside his coat enough to expose what Yuugao now knew to be the handle of a gun. He was not sure of the type, but Warren's description made it clear enough. Besides, why else would someone try to threaten you with a piece of plastic shoved into a back pocket?
This morning he had taken a different route to work and hoped that would discourage the man from escalating the threat even further. It seemed to work, until the kitchen's back most door was opened. He was washing dishes, as promised, and could hear the cooks working to his left. Just who needed to come and see him here? Was there a spill in the dining area?
And why would there need to be four people to deliver that message...? Yuugao did not feel any strong chakra signatures so that meant they were more civilians. Would they really come this far to harass him? Every other time it had been out less public places, though this was not exactly a private location despite him being alone in the room. No, he was far too close to the cooks and the customers for this to be a wise place to begin another attack.
"Thought you could screw with my boy, did you freak?"
Yuugao let the water run and turned to face his assailants - his senses were on high alert and he was ready to move at a moment's notice. Even so, he felt more than a little foolish preparing himself for a fight with rubber gloves and a plastic apron on. "I am not aware of such an action, sir."
The four men varied in size, but all were old enough to be fathers of teenage children - perhaps much like the one he had caught in the trap at his apartment door. One carried a wooden club, another was the man who had shown him the gun yesterday, a third was slipping metal knuckles over his hand and the speaker pulled an axe out of his trench coat. Yuugao raised an eyebrow and wished he had not been wearing the gloves - they would inhibit his ability to form seals. But removal could be fast and speed would not be a problem; limited space was his largest worry.
The axe-bearer spit on the ground and took an aggressive step towards Yuugao. "You hung him up like a pinata! His friends got pictures to prove it."
So it was the teenager then. Before he could reply, the man with the wooden club took a practice one-handed swing with the slim piece of wood and smirked at Yuugao. "We're gonna crack your skull open and that'll teach 'em. It'll teach 'em all."
Had the man with the gun not began to reach for it, Yuugao might have tried to mention that the aforementioned child had been committing a crime when he was caught in the trap. And if he hadn't struggled there would have been hardly a scratch on him. Of course, that all felt like a moot point with a mob like this giving him no chance to explain himself. Then again, when had they given him any chance to explain himself?
"I do believe talking may be a wise solution, sirs..." Yuugao said, pausing only when the gun was drawn and pointed at him. He had never been shot before, but from the sound of it a bullet would be quite detrimental.
"Shut up and stay still, freak," the gun-wielding man growled and cocked back another part of the gun.
Yuugao had not gotten Warren to explain all of the details behind gun mechanics just yet, but he knew a bad sign when he saw one. Before the trigger could be pulled, Yuugao moved, using a burst of chakra to jump over the men and towards the door. He pulled off the gloves in quick succession and hurried towards the kitchen. There was no need to make this a public affair, but at least with the two cooks present it was unlikely the four men would continue to attack.
The shot rang out and Yuugao dared to glance back, sliding to a halt on the slick kitchen floor behind the two cooks in a crouch. Both men had not noticed him and startled at the gunshot, one looking to him and the other frantically trying not to spill the pot of soup he had bumped into in surprise.
"Four men, after me apparently," Yuugao stayed in his crouch and frowned as the four men stumbled into the kitchen.
The one with the axe ran towards him and started screaming - the one with the gun took aim again. Yuugao shouted "watch out!" for the cooks' sake and fled into his next safe haven: the public dining area.