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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 22 2012, 09:59 AM (1,470 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 22 2012, 09:59 AM | KingCannon |
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This was enemy territory. But it was also their territory. The Yakuza. His territory! Souga. Too much shit had been thrown at their feet lately. Even if they'd recovered, even if it hadn't hurt them as bad as it seemed, even if it served his plans, it also made them look bad. It made them look like a target. It made them look weak. And appearance was fifty percent of the game. Souga played by the rules, but only when it suited him. Now was a time to break some rules. Make a statement. It was simple really. Stroll through contested territory. Sure other gangsters did this all the time, but they weren't the boss. The worst they would get was a scrap between rivals. Souga was a target. He could earn himself a bullet in the head if he wasn't careful. And of course, the whole point was to show he wasn't being careful. To prove to the city that he didn't care, and he wasn't afraid. They couldn't hurt him. So Souga stalked down the street, making waves wherever he went. People parted, glancing at him nervously, or darted down a side street to avoid him. Not everyone knew his face, but enough did. And those who did not were sufficiently cowed by his blood red eyes and pale grimace. He could smell blood on the air, but he was used to that. His men followed behind in silence, unconsciously mimicking his imposing demeanor. Edited by KingCannon, Oct 22 2012, 11:02 PM.
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| Post #2 Oct 22 2012, 10:44 AM | Tree |
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Every so often, Aya found herself realizing that her boss had a terrible sense of humor. You're pretty funny, old man. Send the blind girl to keep an eye on the big guy. She had never seen the Takeda oyabun's face, but she knew his footsteps. They were different from the rest, a leading note where other footfalls were mere echoes. He lacked the undercurrent of fear that clung to the others. Souga was a wolf among sheep, but in his presence, the sheep had the guts to pretend like they meant business. To be honest, Aya couldn't begrudge them that. Takeda Souga was as inspiring as he was terrifying, as ruthless as he was brilliant. Still, there was a limit. Let the others do their bit, scaring the innocent and the guilty alike. For Aya, this was just another stroll- until circumstances proved to be different, she would treat it as such. The scent of blood was omnipresent, but that was expected. The city was a beautiful place, but it was far from a pleasant one. The lack of conversation was slightly unnerving, but orders were orders, and she had to keep up appearances to a degree. She found herself wondering if any faces that were a bit more familiar were joining this little trek. Most amusingly, while she'd noticed the leader of the Takeda, his heir was conspicuously absent. Or was he? She was curious as to just how much confidence these folks felt the need to show. For now, she did her best to move with them, to learn what she could, and to listen. After all, something like this could turn sour in the blink of an eye. |
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"Times of great calamity and confusion have been conducive to the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced by the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunder-bolt is elicited from the darkest storm." -Charles Caleb Colton Det. Sasha Valentin -Shape-shifting Sleuth- NCPD Brigitte Derrida- Beleaguered Bomber- Neutral" The Hawke- Modern Minstrel- The Vanguard Evan McDair- Aya Tsukino - Sightless Solicitor- Yakuza Val Matsukani- Combative Correspondent- Neutral | |
| Post #3 Oct 23 2012, 12:26 PM | Tyrade |
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Emily was not travelling directly with the pack, instead she was acting as an overwatch. Her super human vampiric abilities made her perfect as an out of sight escort to her ballsy leader as her dark clothing covered body hopped between rooftops in order to provide flanking assistance should the head yakuza be attacked and overwhelmed. However from what she had heard of him that was highly unlikely, but she was honored to have been asked to escort. The darkness clashed with her pale skin, but she had come prepared with a heavy black cloak that wrapped around her, hiding the black sword and fighting outfit beneath it. Would anything happen? Unlikely, but part of her kind of hoped something would. |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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| Post #4 Oct 24 2012, 05:19 PM | Cowboy |
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[[You got Tree to post? Kudos, man...Kudos.]] 'Ratchet, take the rest of the night off. Don't worry, you'll still get paid. Let's take a walk down Haven.' As much as Alex loved working on his project car [in between fixing up whatever other cars made their way through, what he now knew, was a Yakuza sponsored body shop] free money was more exciting. Not that he needed the money, so much as...well, even if you're not craving ice cream and you get a free ice cream cone, you're gonna lick the shit out of it, right? Right. 104th wasn't his favorite street in the city - but it was better than the hot-garbage smell of West Jinsei. Euch; reminded him way too much of southern NYC. At least 104th was a little on the clean side; his scuffed cowboy boots were only kicking empty pop cans occasionally, there wasn't newspaper-tumbleweed more than every five minutes. The beat-up leather jacket keeping the autumn night's wind at bay looked about as old as the man wearing it; scuffed, but not torn; one of those pieces that's cared for, but lived in. He didn't have enough notice to get home and change - just slipped out of the coveralls, threw on his trucker hat, grabbed his jacket and made his way to where he was asked to be. Of course, he grabbed his revolver and tucked it into the back of his wasteband, before he left. Alex had manners - home-grown country boys often do - but he hadn't been with the Yakuza long - hell, he didn't even really consider himself a member of them, not really. He was more a hired gun than anything; he didn't know who the other folks around him were, he didn't know what the politics of the gang being in this area even meant. He didn't concern himself with such things. Souga asked him to be somewhere, paid him, and that was that. Maybe some day that would change. Either way, the man kept stride just to Souga's right - one body between him and the edge of the sidewalk, one more line of defense from a drive-by, thrown bottles, splashy-puddles. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets; not waving, just taking in the sights; mildly disinterested, but curious. "So...What, are you expecting to need a field at some point?" He hadn't activated his null-field yet, but why else would Souga's bodyguard be there? Edited by Cowboy, Oct 24 2012, 05:23 PM.
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| Post #5 Oct 24 2012, 06:28 PM | Mrs. K |
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Hitomi tried to understand what was going through her father's head as he strutted down the boulevard. Despite having taken after the cold and perhaps psychotic man, Hitomi at least tried to work the empathy bone in her body. Although after failing to get inside Souga Takeda's mind, she was starting to doubt whether she had one at all... ... Kiba would be disappointed. Funny how not long ago, it was three of the Takeda kids, (all grown up now,) who were running around the stores here and buying goceries like your mundane everyday nuclear family. From what she gathered, Souga was on some kind of power trip and decided to make a statement. And as much as she loved the gambling ring, she loved her father more. So today The young goddess decided to grace their strolling venture. She paraded among them in a flowing white dress with her eye bandaged up and a flower in her hair. There was really no need to try and intimidate the public. People already recognised the Takeda demons. And besides, pulling faces was for the goons. Benzaiten had a trace of a smile on her berry stained lips. She looked as comfortable walking on thin glass as she would be strolling in strawberry fields. |
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| Post #6 Oct 27 2012, 05:59 AM | KingCannon |
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Souga let a smile slip across his face. It wasn't some intimidation tactic, though it seemed to serve that purpose quite well, it was a genuine smile. His people followed behind him, including his daughter Hitomi. Even some of the Tsukamoto had shown. That was particularly pleasing. It was good that they were learning to fall in line. He glanced backwards, barely shifting his head as he continued to walk. "No Ratchet, we shouldn't need your field. Just warm bodies with working legs," he said, that slasher smile splitting his face in half. "They know we want them to watch. They know that if I'm here, we expect them to attack..." he withheld his desire to laugh at that. "And one of the first rules of battle, is do the opposite of what your enemy expects." He did laugh at that. It wasn't a natural sound coming from Souga's throat. It seemed normal enough, but everyone listening closely could detect a slight growl behind the mirth. --- Jotaro walked with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. Somehow he still managed to talk without it dropping out. That was his way, casual to the core. He walked beside Aya and gave her a reassuring half smile, then stopped when he remembered she couldn't see him. Luckily she also couldn't see the small blush of harassment that crossed his face. "Don't worry, Aya-san. The Takeda aren't expecting trouble," he said in his usual friendly tone of voice. Unlike her he hadn't been volunteered to join this little jaunt, he'd come of his own accord. Unlike other members of the Tsukamoto he did not quarrel with the Takeda very often and was even friends with some of them. "We're just an...entourage." |
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| Post #7 Oct 28 2012, 05:33 PM | Tyrade |
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Watchful red eyes continued to prowl above. She was nearly invisible in the all black outfit, and her sharp eyes and ears told her every movement that happened within fifty feet of the group. Emily was finally getting to show her usefulness to those who had taken her in. She might be naive and lost in this world but she would protect her friends until she died once again. In the back of her mind, she hoped at least SOMEONE would try something so she could prove herself, but until then she would remain a silent overwatch. |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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| Post #8 Nov 3 2012, 05:49 AM | Mrs. K |
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So far. . . So good. No sign of the other demon siblings yet, but the goddess took it all in good stride. And why not? Being the only kin to show up to daddy's parade probably made her look extra sparkly in his eyes now, right? Anyway, she could only hear murmurs coming from her father's mouth from where she was placed in the entourage, but was still able to get the general gist of what was going on from his body language. So. There was nothing to worry about for now. That was relieving. I suppose. Its not like Hitomi had been worried for even a second. Because you know, although she couldn't exactly see her. . . She was very aware that brother-dear's golden girl, Emily, was situated somewhere overhead. Beside her, she found herself eavesdropping on members of another clan converse amonst themselves. Snatching eye contact with the one called Aya-san, Hitomi's face broke into a pleasant smile, (which somehow came out more like her father's slasher-grin,) before calmly averting her gaze towards the on-lookers. "Please. No photos . . ." Came a ghostly voice from the white haired lady. She was urging the nearby bystander to put away their camera phone. Edited by Mrs. K, Nov 3 2012, 06:15 AM.
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| Post #9 Nov 4 2012, 11:42 AM | Tree |
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"That's what worries me, Jotaro-san," she murmured in reply, laughing faintly as she turned her head in the general direction of his voice. "Entourage or no, a small part of me feels like a cat having to traipse through a river, and I daresay our compatriots among the Takedagumi feel the same way. They aren't expecting trouble, but they seem awfully worried about it nonetheless." Well, if things DID go south, it would at least be interesting. "Do they look as nervous as they sound, I wonder? Ah, probably not. Everyone's so fond of keeping up appearances, in their own way." Had she been able to see Hitomi, she might have returned the smile with an equally wicked grin. She wouldn't mind running with the Takeda more often.Still, they seemed to lack a certain amount of... polish. Perhaps Kiba and the late Tsukamoto heir had been born into the wrong families... Abe would shoot her for saying that aloud, though. And besides, weren't these divisions along clan lines the very thing the oyabun wanted to dispel? Really, there were other ways to get people to come closer together. The police department had these fascinating little meetings involving doughnuts and copious amounts of coffee. Aya liked coffee. Everyone liked coffee, right? Yes, that was the solution. Lots and lots of coffee. Maybe then people would march a little faster, instead of trying to pretend like they were in some dramatic film. If this had been a scene in a film, she reckoned it would make for a lousy part of a detective flick. Oh gods... was this some sort of buddy comedy? That would be horrid, but at least they would be walking to some more interesting music. Something by Weather Report, maybe? That would certainly make everyone breathe a little easier. It was at this point she realized she'd seemed to be looking at Jotaro-san while her thoughts drifted elsewhere. He probably thought she was staring at him. She even bothered to raise an eyebrow, as if questioning the look on his face he knew she couldn't see. Hopefully, that would keep him guessing for a little bit, and maybe even fool him into thinking she was paying attention to this whole mess. Edited by Tree, Nov 4 2012, 12:14 PM.
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"Times of great calamity and confusion have been conducive to the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced by the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunder-bolt is elicited from the darkest storm." -Charles Caleb Colton Det. Sasha Valentin -Shape-shifting Sleuth- NCPD Brigitte Derrida- Beleaguered Bomber- Neutral" The Hawke- Modern Minstrel- The Vanguard Evan McDair- Aya Tsukino - Sightless Solicitor- Yakuza Val Matsukani- Combative Correspondent- Neutral | |
| Post #10 Nov 4 2012, 12:04 PM | Cowboy |
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[Twice!? Oh maaaan!] ... I'm working for a fucking idiot. Charming. Now, to be fair, Alex wasn't much one for gang politics. The Yakuza may own the shop he worked at - something he only found out after the fact - but as long as they continued paying him the same amount of money and left him out of their shit, he didn't mind. For the most part he ignored it was even his reality; until Souga dropped a car off one day, and went on about how unnaturally calm he felt, being within a few feet of the mechanic who was currently under a car. It was a while two more visits from the Takeda before he figured it was something about that shop, and had the foresight to check the workers log. Alex was the only person on staff all three times the man had come in. Lo and behold, he was suddenly a bodyguard/driver; something about "Keeping the monster at bay", or something. His Japanese wasn't perfect. But this? Hell no. He'd been around enough celebrities in the states to recognize an ego-trip - but that was just something with paparazzi; not bullets. Walking down the red carpet, not strolling through enemy territory. With a groan, the man rubbed his face once, digging in his pocket for his cigarettes - lightning one before stashing the goods, stopping at a corner next to Souga, waiting for traffic to pass. "Alright, mate. This is where I get off the crazy-train. You got something useful for me to do, let me know. I ain't got a dog in this fight." When the light changed, Alex turned heel, headed off left, while the rest of the posse/entourage/lackeys continued on straight. The hell was he getting himself into? Edited by Cowboy, Nov 4 2012, 12:04 PM.
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