[What happens next is probably not what they expect.
The Gangster's rules are simple. Four shots, each intended for those "who have selected to speak the words of monsters." What Kaito's handbook does not specify, however, is how effective it will be on monsters themselves. Neither does it specify how, exactly, his aim will be true. As Kaito pulls the trigger, an invisible force will steady his hand and redirect the focus towards the beast's head. Golden lights will burst from the muzzle, and for an instant, Kaito will be unable to smell anything but sulfur and copper. A moment later, the bullet lands smackdab in the center of the beast's forehead.
Its head blows up in a mess of gore; slime, blood and slippery flesh coat the library's walls, floor and ceiling. All three of them will be unable to avoid getting hit with the stuff, though Kaito in particular will be absolutely covered in it — but that's not as pressing as what happens next. Now that the monster is dead, he'll find himself falling to the ground along with the rest of its body. The impact will definitely give him more injuries for the road, and from his position, he'll see a dog tag hanging from the remains of the beast's collar.
The engraving says "Fluffy" in neat, cursive script. Cute.
A second later, someone sighs. Warm breath brushes against the Hunters's neck as the Library is plunged into darkness.]
She didn't give you a gun so you would kill my dog, little one. [Says a feminine voice, identical to the one they heard when they first entered the building.] But what else can be expected from three nimrods? Go to sleep and don't bother us until next week.
[An intense drowsiness will take over them, causing Yukina and Jay to pitch forward and crumple to the ground.
They'll wake up a hour later on the floor of Room 112, sloppily applied bandages and emergency dressings (in Kaito's case) around their injuries. Someone will have left a bottle of fish antibiotics (amoxicillin) and a sling on top of the pull out couch, but they'll need to hunt down any additional medical supplies.
They might also need a bath to get the gore off of their hair and clothes but, eh. You're welcome, kids.]
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The Gangster's rules are simple. Four shots, each intended for those "who have selected to speak the words of monsters." What Kaito's handbook does not specify, however, is how effective it will be on monsters themselves. Neither does it specify how, exactly, his aim will be true. As Kaito pulls the trigger, an invisible force will steady his hand and redirect the focus towards the beast's head. Golden lights will burst from the muzzle, and for an instant, Kaito will be unable to smell anything but sulfur and copper. A moment later, the bullet lands smackdab in the center of the beast's forehead.
Its head blows up in a mess of gore; slime, blood and slippery flesh coat the library's walls, floor and ceiling. All three of them will be unable to avoid getting hit with the stuff, though Kaito in particular will be absolutely covered in it — but that's not as pressing as what happens next. Now that the monster is dead, he'll find himself falling to the ground along with the rest of its body. The impact will definitely give him more injuries for the road, and from his position, he'll see a dog tag hanging from the remains of the beast's collar.
The engraving says "Fluffy" in neat, cursive script. Cute.
A second later, someone sighs. Warm breath brushes against the Hunters's neck as the Library is plunged into darkness.]
She didn't give you a gun so you would kill my dog, little one. [Says a feminine voice, identical to the one they heard when they first entered the building.] But what else can be expected from three nimrods? Go to sleep and don't bother us until next week.
[An intense drowsiness will take over them, causing Yukina and Jay to pitch forward and crumple to the ground.
They'll wake up a hour later on the floor of Room 112, sloppily applied bandages and emergency dressings (in Kaito's case) around their injuries. Someone will have left a bottle of fish antibiotics (amoxicillin) and a sling on top of the pull out couch, but they'll need to hunt down any additional medical supplies.
They might also need a bath to get the gore off of their hair and clothes but, eh. You're welcome, kids.]