[h2]Alphonsé Akiyama[/h2]
[h3]The Forgotten HQ[/h3]

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The tension was high on the shop and Rōnin did not like it one bit. People began flooding the shop and with more people, more potential hostiles. He gripped his gūnto tighter now, one hand on his revolver ready to gun everyone down. Years of loneliness didn't make him the most trusting of people and he's actually the direct opposite. Staring intently at the nervous girl with hollow eyes, he waited for his answer. Though the man looked incredibly calm in the outside, he was straining for control. Inner, with every whiff of dead body, gained strength to try and take him over.

'[b]This would all be very simple if you let me out and slaughter all these people.[/b]' Alphonsé rolled his eyes before stomping on the little insect and kicking him into a cage. He felt calmer now but if this tension wasn't cut soon, parts of him would be tempted to let Inner do his thing. "[i]You will have to talk to someone with some more power, I suggest you wait outside. I don't have any business here for you.[/i]" He almost flipped table, slightly angered at the inefficiency of the Forgotten.

Rōnin placed his hands on the table, eyes staring intently at the girl, and rumbled in a deep voice "Well. I shall wait outside but I will not wait there for long." He smiled and turned to walk towards the door. He knew how intimidating his smile, the inner horrors that it hid and how it creeped the majority of people out. It was the smile of a crazy man living a crazy life. It was enough to make most people shudder or cry. He walked towards the entrance before pausing to look at the situation in front of him.

'It's even more fucking tense out here than it is there!' He watched as the man, presumably a part of the Forgotten, drew a gun and aimed it at the girl. Alphonsé wasn't called the "Wandering Priest" for no reason and was deeply religious and had a chivalry second to none. No matter how long he stayed in those damn gangs, no one can change his upbringing. He opened the door and stepped in between the gun and the girl. 

"Boy." He said in a deep Japanese accent, looking down at the younger man with disappointed eyes. "You know what they do in the Yakuza when you don't treat a woman with respect?" He raised his left hand, showing him the famous four fingered hand. "You put that gun away and let the girl into the shop. I don't mean no harm but if you don't let this Lady in, I will find service elsewhere." He indicated to the door to let the redhead in.