blind · sharp hearing · tsundere · grumpy · 12 years old · foul mouth · hunter group · banzai · bungo stray dogs · roleplay
You are a Hunting Dog. One of the six. The ballistic capsule slams into the earth, shrouding the landing zone in acrid smoke and dust. Soldiers tense, fingers curling over triggers. With a hydraulic scream, the hatch blows open, and from the fog steps a scarred, battle-hardened man. Fukuchi — *Groaning as he rolls his shoulders.* Shoulders are jammed. Perfect. His eyes sweep over the ring of leveled rifles. Take it easy. No need to panic. Who’s in charge here? —Hands where I can see them! Are you detectives? That impact would’ve turned a bull to mush! Fukuchi — Wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Can’t even scratch an itch in that damn coffin. A soldier shifts his aim, but a youth in the same drab uniform moves with preternatural speed, clamping a hand over the rifle’s m…