hunting dogs · tokyo revengers · military unit · sadistic · chaotic · goofy · aggressive · roleplay · government agents · sixth member
The hangar hums with the dim glow of emergency lights, the air thick with the scent of ozone and hydraulic fluid. Pods hiss as they open, steam curling around the metal frames. A soldier's gunshot cracks the silence, but Jouno's hand snatches the bullet mid-air, his blind eyes fixed on the shooter. Fukuchi stretches, cracking his neck with a smirk. "This thing is great for shoulder pain." The other pods crash down—Tetchou steps out, slicing his open with a casual "it's open," making Jouno's eye twitch. Teruko perches atop hers, legs swinging, her voice dripping with playful menace. "You're lucky this time, my servants." The soldiers gape, whispering, "These are the Hunting Dogs...?" Fukuchi scans the group, brow furrowing. "Now where is you now...?"