[And perhaps for the better because, somehow, despite it all, like the resilient fucking cockroach he seems to be, Sha Gojyo managed to hobble his way to his directed position beneath the Shuten bridge.
And, well, he looked like absolute shit.
Bruised, swollen, bloodied up in some areas, and most certainly seeming to have a few broken bones, Sha Gojyo leaned against the underside of the bridge wall only to come across what could be described as an exciting spectacle.
Damn, what the hell did Bishop even do?
Whatever was in that damn bag had to be something big.
So Gojyo silently watched from the shadows, hurrying forwards despite the aches in his body to catch the bag as Bishop flung it to him and-- Promptly fell backward with the impact. Damn, his body hurt.
Laying there tiredly out of sight for a few seconds before he finally mustered enough strength and curiosity to roll to his side and take a peek at the contents.]
[ Inside the bag, he'll find several ziplock bags filled with cash. A lot of cash, more than enough to earn the ire of some angry tengus. Each bag look ripe to burst and scattered around is stardust.
If Gojyo pauses to put pieces together, he should figure out what kind of mess his clanmate has gotten himself into.
There's a sudden screech of tires in the distance followed by a crash, again - just Bishop doing something to "get the heat off". Doing a spectacular job of it. Or, maybe he is? It's hard to tell what exactly is happening when the perpetraitor is not within the line of sight. ]
It was a shame that Gojyo was in no real condition to try and help get his pursuers off his tail. Not that he probably would have been much help anyway. Bishop seemed like he had pretty solid control over the situation anyway.
Worst case happens and Bishops unable to get out, he knew he had someone who could probably help the guy anyway.
So instead he strained to stand up, despite the aching joints and cracking bones, to sling the bag over his shoulder.]
Tch'fuck that hurts.
[Probably best to make his way home and splint and ice himself proper, maybe shove Bishops bag in along with the rest of his winnings for the moment until Bishop inevitably hounds him down.]
[ It's going to be a long night for Bishop and would be more than enough time for Gojyo to rest and get a good nights sleep.
However, first thing in the morning as the sun's rays start to coat the city, there'll be a steady knock on his door. Three knocks, pause, three knocks, pause, three knocks. Consistent and not over bearing, but definitely enough to wake someone up.
Standing outside is...someone Gojyo will not recognize. A young man wearing aviator shades, long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, a red and white cap with a matching sports jacket over a LOUD roaring lion print shirt, ripped patterned shorts, and blue ankle high basketball shoes. Removing the shades someone with some eye bags and brown eyes - speaking he says - ]
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And, well, he looked like absolute shit.
Bruised, swollen, bloodied up in some areas, and most certainly seeming to have a few broken bones, Sha Gojyo leaned against the underside of the bridge wall only to come across what could be described as an exciting spectacle.
Damn, what the hell did Bishop even do?
Whatever was in that damn bag had to be something big.
So Gojyo silently watched from the shadows, hurrying forwards despite the aches in his body to catch the bag as Bishop flung it to him and-- Promptly fell backward with the impact. Damn, his body hurt.
Laying there tiredly out of sight for a few seconds before he finally mustered enough strength and curiosity to roll to his side and take a peek at the contents.]
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If Gojyo pauses to put pieces together, he should figure out what kind of mess his clanmate has gotten himself into.
There's a sudden screech of tires in the distance followed by a crash, again - just Bishop doing something to "get the heat off". Doing a spectacular job of it. Or, maybe he is? It's hard to tell what exactly is happening when the perpetraitor is not within the line of sight. ]
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[You've certainly been busy Bishop.
It was a shame that Gojyo was in no real condition to try and help get his pursuers off his tail. Not that he probably would have been much help anyway. Bishop seemed like he had pretty solid control over the situation anyway.
Worst case happens and Bishops unable to get out, he knew he had someone who could probably help the guy anyway.
So instead he strained to stand up, despite the aching joints and cracking bones, to sling the bag over his shoulder.]
Tch'fuck that hurts.
[Probably best to make his way home and splint and ice himself proper, maybe shove Bishops bag in along with the rest of his winnings for the moment until Bishop inevitably hounds him down.]
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However, first thing in the morning as the sun's rays start to coat the city, there'll be a steady knock on his door. Three knocks, pause, three knocks, pause, three knocks. Consistent and not over bearing, but definitely enough to wake someone up.
Standing outside is...someone Gojyo will not recognize. A young man wearing aviator shades, long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, a red and white cap with a matching sports jacket over a LOUD roaring lion print shirt, ripped patterned shorts, and blue ankle high basketball shoes. Removing the shades someone with some eye bags and brown eyes - speaking he says - ]
Please tell me you have my bag.
[ It's Bishop. ]
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