Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5543592-20190406214251

More arrows flew out from the canopy cover, seemingly coming from no where. One struck Josey in the arm, deflected by the arm, but the force of it was enough to make him stumble.

He drew his revolver and fired into the trees. In the silence of the forest, the retort of the high caliber weapon was piercing. The arrows momentarily ceased.

"I believe that." Chotto said, amused.

Outside, Shanks, Jared, Tyrus, and Tim watched a large group of Yakuza stroll past. They were all equally tatted up. Some wore suits, some wore tank-tops,  others shirtless. Each of them were definitely packing.

They walked up the club's front door, and one of the bouncers nodded to the leader of the group, a wiry man with a mocking, sardonic face. He knocked on the door, and it swung open, emitting them.

Tanner grinned anxiously, because it again was convincing. He'd sort of wanted to drop the whole playing-characters thing so he could be himself, but this worked too. It was a role he was familiar with.

"Exactly." He smirked.