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Post by Smooth Criminal on Aug 20, 2018 15:31:32 GMT
PHANTOMS IN THE NIGHT
The Shinjuku District of Tokyo is well known for its vast amount of crime-ridden areas, all seeping to the brim with criminals, some known to be dangerous, and some known to be virtually harmless, though all adhere to the same code of conduct. No matter what is happening, even if they’re a ‘witness’ to a crime, nobody has ever seen anything. Almost giving it a ghostly vibe.
It’s not a wonder that so many people get away with so many horrible things, the citizens in the area either fear for their lives regarding speaking up, or they are in on the ongoing crimes, and don’t want to be seen as a narc, to risk some sort of crime committed against them or someone they care for.
It’s not a secret that Shinjuku is like that, but it also isn’t that much of a wanted thing. People living in the area are forced into a life around that kind of subculture, and they can’t do anything to change the lot they were dealt in life, it’s just something that they all are forced to deal with, whether they want to be involved in that kind of chaos or not.
That’s why when the pink rain had fallen, it wasn’t a surprise that the aftermath had caused the crime rates to skyrocket there. Because of the pink rain, people were given something new, something that made them more powerful, and something that also made them quite dangerous.
It was a rain that fell over all of Tokyo, something that was said to have been part of a chemical spill that was absorbed with precipitation and fell in blankets over all of Tokyo. Not everyone that was drenched in that rain was given the same ‘blessing’ as some people referred to it, some people went on living their ordinary lives, while other people were given these godlike gifts, though still, it did live some people with deformities beyond what anyone could have ever imagined, such as molting their human skin and revealing scales beneath.
The possibilities to this rain were endless, but it didn’t change the fact that the pink rain had in fact altered all of Tokyo, and while some people were ready to take charge of their own destinies with their newfound powers, others were more than happy to create a little chaos.
What would you do if you found yourself blessed with the powers from above?
Post by Smooth Criminal on Sept 29, 2018 17:48:29 GMT
The crisp night air was heavy laden with the cold September chill that only winter could bring. It was strange how tangible the upcoming season was, while it was still the midst of autumn. Had one not been aware of the date, it easily could have been mistaken for mid January, and while most people could bundle up in multiple layers, the same couldn’t be said about the animals on the streets. [break][break]
It was cumbersome to be there, surveying about Tokyo and dressed up only in the fur that clung to his body, but Morgana didn’t care. Being able to see his soft breathing in the air was fascinating to him, no matter what, and despite the cold chill he experienced, it didn’t matter. Surveillance was his job, and one that he took very seriously, so if it meant browsing about and listening to the conversations of the petty criminals that were around Shinjuku, he would do it, no matter the cost. [break][break]
So far he’d been aware of very little, small conversations had dropped pieces about small things, a man who was abusing his wife, a woman who was committing insurance fraud, a young boy who was constantly abused...all of that was normal though, something that the police force should have been involved with. Paddling along the streets with his paws, he came to a grinding halt at the entryway to a local bar in the area. [break][break]
While he was a very stealthy and very creative cat, he still was just that...a cat. He didn’t have the capability to open doors quiet yet, and thus he waited for someone to open the door to one of the most notorious bars of all, Crossroads, a haven for the depraved and the hidden. A place that he could count on for frequent criminals and degenerate cops that had the information he so desperately was seeking, about the new wave of crime beginning, a wave of crime that involved people with special powers, people that he knew he could stop, even if the normal citizens couldn’t. [break][break]
It took a while, but finally the doors had swung open, and some petty boozer walked out, clearly very drunk from his swayed stance, but with the opening Morgana swept through the doors and stayed low on the ground, so as not to be noticed by the management and thus getting tossed out, a consequence that he’d been more than familiar with. Scanning the area, he smiled slyly to himself, before jumping up on an empty table and crawling up into some decorative plants to overhear a group of individuals speaking. [break][break]
“Anyone got eyes on Shibuya? I hear that Shiro’s planning something big soon, and you know that when he says that, he means business!” One of the men at the table stated, before taking a sip of some gold-colored liquid in a glass. [break] “Who gives a fuck about Shiro? That pathetic fuck is just as good as useless as soon as we get my man Itsuki out in the area. I’m fuckin sick of Shiro lording his money-grubbing methods on us all, I mean we get it, you run a drug and prostitution ring! Nobody gives a good fuck about you anymore!” A man with dark hair and red-stained eyes snapped, before taking a bigger gulp out of his glass with a clear drink in it. [break] “Damn, I wouldn’t wanna get on Itsuki’s bad side, that guy is the reason for that earthquake in Asakusa that caused the street to split in half, right? Or was that some other fella?” [break] “Nah, that was Itsuki, and he’ll do whatever I say whenever I say it, because I know how to work these monsters.” [break] “Hehe, seems like it’s a good thing we got you when we did then, welcome to The Brotherhood of Saints, cheers, the next round is on me!” The man with the amber colored drink stated before clanking his glass to the other man’s. [break][break]
It was almost scary how good Morgana was at picking up on the men of the city that were involved in the organized crime factions, though now all the young cat had to do was wait before he struck against this Itsuki person, and that meant staking out Shibuya, the most busy place that the cat knew, and one of the most hated places he’d ever had the misfortune of visiting.
Whilst it was all but strange to see a high school student, namely from Shujin Academy, at a bar of all places, Crossroads seemed to be the place. As long as he ordered no alcohol, he could stay, was the opinion of the bartender as he'd asked upon entering, taking a seat at a stool. The reason he was here, was not to be a ruffian, or to simply annoy any of the other people here with his teenage presence, but it was because he was here, to discover any criminals in the works, and stop them, before it got out of hand.[break][break]
Of course, the bar wasn't his first option, but Akira couldn't help but feel it should have been. All the other locations he'd been to that night had been devoid of criminal activity, but he'd apparently struck a gold mine here.[break][break]
Sipping a glass of water, he turned around on the bar stool, and with a perfect view of the inhabitants of the bar, he activated his third eye. Immediately he could differentiate the good from the bad. The good that were around him, glowed a bright gold colour, and the bad a bright crimson colour. But as he thought about this, his eyes settled on the golden glow that was amongst some of the decorative plants there.[break][break]
He blinked, remaining quiet, but he continued to stare at the glow, as if something were wrong. Surely the plants weren't... good? They weren't alive, they were decorative, so it made no sense - which must have meant there was someone - or something hiding in those plants. But Akira decided he'd check it out later, because as of right now,he'd changed his attention to the large red glow of ruffians sat together in a booth. [break][break]
Turning back around, and taking another sip, he listened in on their talk, and confirmed what he'd been thinking about. They were indeed involved in some sort of criminal syndicate. Namely 'The Brotherhood of Saints' which was interesting. Out and about as Joker, he'd heard of this group before, but he'd never directly been able to get information about them like this. It was perfect, and it appeared they were involved with Shibuya. He'd have to make some excuse to Sojiro about going to see a movie, but now he had a lead. [break][break]
More importantly, Akira was now interested in why the plastic plants had been glowing, and he stood up, taking his glass over to them, leaning against the wall, whilst taking another sip. He looked inconspicuous, but he was also interested to glance down as he drank, to whoever, or whatever was below, hoping to find some sort of clue to his confusion.[break][break]
But Live another day
[attr=class,punkisavelightcredit]TEMPLATE BY PUNKI
--- AFTER ONLY ONE FAILURE WOULD BE VERY MUCH UNLIKE ME. ---
[attr="class","boneshatter3"]Sitting upon a smooth wooden stool, Yusuke would commence the process of turning his blank canvas into an object of admiration. With the goal in mind to captivate the essence of what life meant to him. Such was the prompt for the assignment, and it was a very thought provoking one at that. The young azuelette had never given it much thought before, all he had ever considered life to be, was something of beauty. For indeed life was capable of simulating invigorating stimuli, things that inspired the minds of the creative type across centuries.
Such profound muses flowed through the torrential thought storm brewing in his mind. His focus soon beginning to deepen as the sunset lit studio began to fade into the background of sound. 'There is beauty, but there also exists something else, a darkness that can be mistaken as cruelty. The mix of emotions began to gather at the tips of his fingers as he dabbed his brush in the acrylic paints on his pallet. With a few swirls two separate shades became one, and the gathered feelings he drew from, found a conduit to manifest themselves out into the real world.
Time lost all its meaning to the boy, as is common in periods of such high concentration. But soon the strokes and shades began to take form into something recognizable. Something of terror and beauty, it was surreal yet grounded in truth. Indeed the boy couldn't help but smile as he continued his work. Only to be brought out of his trance by the touch of a hand on his right shoulder, "I am afraid that's enough for tonight....you've made a great deal of progress from what I can tell." Yusuke would glance from the canvas over to his teacher as if awakened from a dream. "A life is taken to sustain a new pair of cubs....its basic but something about the details portrayed here and they way you chose to mix surreal elements into something grounded in reality. Heh, you see the world for what it is....a mixture of greys....as opposed to the typical black and white view. Your growing young Kitagawa....."
The boy smiled turning to glance back at the painting just after the teacher turned to leave, the other students were gathering their belongings and began to exit the room. In the moment he eyed the work he began to notice movement upon the canvas. Subtle at first but unmistakable, for the two young fox cubs had begun moving their snouts eagerly as the mother placed her fresh kill between the two. Yusuke's eyes widened as his mind began to process what was happening, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes simultaneously. For surely this was but a trick of the mind, perhaps the lack of nourishment today was setting in? He blinked once, then another, and yet another, but the scene continued to play like the scene of a movie. The work he had just created, had inexplicably come to life to some degree!
Remarkable as it may have been, how would he begin to explain the scenario to someone who merely walked in and beheld such a fantastic phenomenon? Like a man possessed with madness he leapt to his feet and swiftly draped the canvas with a nearby cloth, one normally used to preserve the materials from the elements. Immediately snatching his bag and slinging it over his shoulder he snatched the covered canvas, placing it beneath his armpit and rushing off in a swift stride. There was a look of conviction in his visage, no one was to know until he figured out the cause of this strange phenomenon. And why was this happening now? To him of all people?! Wasn't he already a black swan? Did he not stand out enough amongst his peers? The prospects of what this could mean, and how his life would further be altered by such a twisted turn of fantastic events, was something he was not fully prepared for. But at the very least, he managed to slip past the other students chatting away amongst themselves complacent, and ignorant to the issues he was dealing with at the moment.
Taking in the fresh air he stopped, exhaling a sigh of relief from his lungs. Basking in the afternoon glow of the day transition into night. He knew he had to get home, to inspect the blasted painting which was now trembling beneath his grasp. A few growling noises emanating from it, causing the young Male to grow nervous. "Have I truly gone mad?" With fright laced in his words he posed the question of sanity before turning to his right, heading for the one place he called home.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]notes here, this box will scroll if they get too long!
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]Strength is more than just not getting fazed... It's the power to fight through adversity.
The day that the rain fell, it was almost like a blessing in disguise. Though ann would be the first to admit that when it had happened, she was afraid of it. Everyone on the news was panicked over the strange phenomenon. Nothing strange had occurred at first, but one by one certain people had began to change, for some people it had began via their outward appearance, but for others, it was merely powers being bestowed unto them, as if it were a gift from the rain. Ann was one of the people that was blessed with powers, in fact, she had her own very unique set of abilities that were, unto themselves, marvelous in nature. [break][break]
Upon first discovering her powers, though the incident in itself had been accidental, she had managed to fend off a bully giving her friend Shiho some trouble, and while she had initially thought that just telling them off would do good, she wasn’t aware of exactly how good it would do. [break][break]
Without much effort she had managed to make the boy make a fool out of himself, after he had threatened her by implying that he’d get violent. When she had defensively held up her hands, an emanating glow had emitted from them and energy had shot out of them, surrounding the boy in front of her. He stopped and his eyes were glazed over, and all it took from there were a few words to break him from his trance, and cause him to obey the small command she gave of not ever going near Shiho again. [break][break]
She couldn’t believe that things were that easy, that the power of suggestion was at her fingertips as she learned when he approached Shiho in the halls the next day and his eyes glazed over, only to have him walk off in another direction entirely. It was lucky for her that nobody was around when the incident occurred, that had caused her to use any bit of powers on him at all. [break][break]
Ann had kept on the down low about her abilities, yet that didn’t stop her from going out and helping those that needed it. She wore a mask that had covered her entire face, red in color to match a catsuit fitted with many zippers and an attached whip on her lower back, acting as a tail when it wasn’t in use, with pink gloves, all clothes that she normally wouldn’t be caught dead in, which was all part of the facade. [break][break]
Helping people made Ann feel good about herself, as if she were washed in self accomplishement. In the long run she enjoyed having these abilities and helping others, aiding to keep Tokyo a safer place to live. [break][break]
Tonight Ann caught wind of some suspcious activity about to go down, slowly she made her way to her predetermined destination, a cesspool in Tokyo where she would frequently find a good amount of crime traffic to deal with. A single hand raised up as a faint glow of red emitted from her palm, channeling her power into the mind of a nearby man who she had previously dealt with, and she saw a mess of images and words, including “Crossroads” and “Brotherhood of Saints” which had stood out to her. [break][break]
With a small ave of her hand the man was released from her power, and he held his head all confused-like, as though he were stuck with a migraine. A small grin tugged at the corner of her lips, and quietly she left making her way to the Shinjuku district, to find the Crossroads bar. [break][break]
As she made her way through the Teikyu station, she found a small camera booth, creeping her way through the loads of people in the area, and quickly entering it just to change out of her patrol costume, tidying up her hair and setting her hair up in her signature blonde pigtails which she herself adored because of how they made her look super cute. [break][break]
As she boarded the train and made her way through Shinjuku she weaved around the locals, in order to avoid the fevered gaze of a local officer, due to how an underage student would not only stand out, let alone be allowed into a bar, but she had to take that chance anyway, and couldn’t risk getting caught by someone lesser-than. Despite the fact that she was a girl and dozens of eyes were on her as she made her way through the streets, she found her way to Crossroads and with the help of her power she compelled her way through, to appear less conspicuous to the locals. [break][break]
While the compulsion worked and so far no eyes were on her or had noticed her, she made her way to the bar, and ordered a Shirley Temple, the only non-alcoholic thing she could stand, due to how it had the perfect amount of sweetness for her. One of her weaknesses was her sweet tooth, she had a small addiction to all things sweet, though now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that. [break][break]
With her drink in hand, Ann sipped at it casually while she danced through the sea of people, her compulsion still in play as she wandered about the ground floor, whispers of what was happening in the city, but so far nothing about the so called Brotherhood of Saints. Just as she had began to think that it had to be a dead end, she heard the name. If bad things were happening in the city, this group was the cause of it. Now she needed to just get close enough to invade the man’s mind and gather intel, though coming up short. All she could hope for was for a distraction to cause the men’s minds to wander in just the right way that would allow for her to get a proper viewing to pry into the inner machinations of their minds.[break][break]
Day One:[break]When the rain fell, everything was bleak. It was horrifying, to see the putrid pink fall the ground from the sky. Like something out of a horror movie, where blood was raining...though this clearly wasn’t blood. It was far too light to even be considered, though it could have easily been a mix of blood and water...but it still wasn’t heavy enough.[break][break]
That day everyone on the set of the schoolyard while all members of CHEER! choreographed for their new video, Aina was the only one to be drenched by the pink rain. Everyone else only had splashes of it on them, but Aina was the one in the spotlight for the rain, to begin with. She was the one that everyone wanted to be involved in the downpour...how could any of them have known that the extent of that would have altered her D.N.A.? [break][break]
Day Fourteen:[break]She didn’t like the idea of being someone different, and she certainly hated the idea of being someone that others would fear or revere...so when the stories on the news had come out about men being able to lift cars over their heads and toss them at the passersby, and men who could control the movement of others around them with just the twitch of a finger, she became scared, especially after hearing that it was because of the rain that they were able to do such incredible and horrifying things. [break][break]
It took a few weeks for her own abilities to form. Something that scared her, when she first felt the tingling sensation over her body when she couldn’t find her partner, Umeko Fujioka, who despite being a constant brat, was also helping her to learn the current dance routine that they were performing at a secret street concert that they were all required to do. [break][break]
While Shibuya was almost always packed, she’d never known Umeko to wander off alone, and when she tried to find her and came up empty, it wasn’t until she closed her eyes and focused, breathing in intensely for a moment as her skin tingled and she felt a pull in a certain direction. Almost like pulling on a thread, she followed a path lined up, able to figure out that somehow, Umeko had gone in that direction, and she was able to figure out all that Umeko had done. [break][break]
While the girl wasn’t in any danger, she was just obtuse enough to get caught up in a crowd of people headed in the opposite direction from where they needed to be, once she’d caught up to Umeko, she’d been able to figure out just what had happened. While she didn’t have extraordinary powers like the scary people that were being reported about daily, she was given a gift of sorts...she was able to sense where others were, sense things about them...relative to them. And it only seemed to grow every single time she searched for something. [break][break]
It had been months since then though. Since she’d first began to learn her powers and use her powers. Everything she’d ever done had been to help others, though she really couldn’t do much without guidance. Luckily for her someone online by the handle of HoneyOTU had been helping her. They’d had a strict text-only relationship and HoneyOTU would constantly change her contact information, and find Aina’s own. Right now with the aid of HoneyOTU and a burner phone, she’d managed to find some information on a crime ring in the Shinjuku district, and while she wasn’t one for getting involved in heavy crime or anything of that sort, she’d been following online postings about abductions in the area, and after a friend of her partner Tsukiko’s went missing, she decided to use her power to make some good come of it. While following the trail of this missing young woman, Aina had come to learn many things, which had all brought her to today. [break][break]
>>I’ve reached an area that I didn’t think I’d find. Where should I go now? I’ve got a strong sensation that something big is near, and I don’t know what it could be...help me if you can!<<[break][break]
After sending the message to HoneyOTU she walked toward an empty and very visibly broken vending machine, and in an effort to make herself appear both smaller and less present, she pressed her back against the wall beside it, though a small breeze of air kept pushing strands of her hair out of place as she waited on a response from the stranger that was aiding her in this covert operation she was taking action on. [break][break]
[attr="class","bioline"]April 4th 19XX
[attr="class","biolyrics"] Life is about getting knocked down over and over, but still getting up each time. If you keep getting up, you win.
People aren't always completely aligned with good or evil. There are exceptional cases in which the lines dividing the two are blurred, enabling what may be best classified as neutrality. Generally good people were still capable of doing bad things. Or, at least, things that weren't considered moral or legal. Take into account the actions of a young teenager whose ambiguity was exemplified by her online presence. Under the guise of several names and icons, including Alibaba and the Hacker of Justice, Futaba Sakura was a good person with questionable tactics. A bonafide hacktivist, the technical prowess she had developed over the course of two years had already led to the exploitation of numerous individuals and organizations with malevolent intent.[break][break]
Against the premise that her alias was driven by a strong sense of justice, that wasn't really the case. Futaba's motives were usually personal and resulted in some form of closure or satisfaction for her. Her hacking skills were initially practiced with the intent to settle a private vendetta centered around her mother's death. And with the inevitable after-effects of a rose-colored rain, she was several paces closer to unveiling the secrets surrounding that...[break][break]
But first and foremost, she needed to focus on something ongoing; Something that she could still prevent. If she had no connection what-so-ever to a potential victim, her cooperation wouldn't be imperative. But she did. And if there was any chance that she could save that victim, she'd use any and all resources available to her to do so. One such resource came in the form of a girl she'd encountered through the Dark Web: Aina Saito. She knew the name before it was even freely given to her. As to how or why, she couldn't explain that yet... It was knowledge that came to her spontaneously, without need of prior investigation. Granted, she probably could have found it out on her own! She just didn't need to.[break][break]
While presently acting as confidants with fairly mutual objectives, Futaba remained totally anonymous in their interactions. She frequently altered her means of contact for security reasons, but always managed to reach out to Aina shortly afterward. To her, she was not Futaba Sakura. Rather, she was HoneyOTU, a fairly recent pseudonym added to a constantly spanning list of fictitious names. Weeks of collaboration, with the aid of Futaba's unsolicited learning, had given significant insight as to Aina's own abilities — presumably a connection-based sense of intuition. The reason why Futaba herself agreed to lend her own guidance, revolved around the case of a close friend that was likely tied to a number of missing persons cases throughout Tokyo: Kana Nakamura. She and Kana-chan had been friends since middle school, where Futaba had little to no connections due to being ruthlessly bullied for her intellect. The two had lost contact with one another once Futaba decided to isolate herself from the chaos of world around her. However, they eventually reconvened online, and were on a steady path to rekindling their relationship.[break][break]
That all changed once Futaba had found that she could no longer reach out to her. Every possible outlet had either been deleted or discarded. It was like Kana never existed to begin with... Every trace of her was just gone, and she didn't know why. It didn't make sense, because Futaba was aware of every possible piece of information regarding her friend. She knew everything she loved, everything she hated; She was painfully aware of every dark secret she had ever kept, and every resigned thought that had crossed her mind... And it was helpful, but simultaneously maddening! Because not once did Futaba inquire information about her home life, or demand the knowledge that she was being both abused and sexually exploited by her parents. She just knew. And she couldn't control the Intuitive Aptitude that led to these harrowing revelations.[break][break]
Kana-chan was the only real friend she'd ever have. She couldn't just go out and make more even if she wanted to. She didn't trust people enough to initiate that kind of relationship. Beyond that, the world that was ever-present beyond these four walls was intimidating: A place of chaos and noise. The thought of losing Kana — especially to the malevolent will of rotten adults — sent her anxiety skyrocketing through the extent of their vast solar system. And that's exactly why she needed Aina. With their skills combined, there was no way they wouldn't find her! At least, she kept telling herself that. It was all she could do to ward off the doubt that ultimately shattered her nerves.[break][break]
She had already anticipated the message sent to her phone, prompting her to immediately retrieve the device from her desk the second her text alert sounded. Legs crossed in her seat, the hikikomori slouched forward, closely examining images of Shinjuku's bustling streets from her computer screen. She had never visited the red-light district personally. A fifteen year-old girl walking alone through a place like that was already a bad idea. Despite that, she already knew exactly what they were dealing with, and could effectively play navigator from a safe distance. Futaba adjusted her glasses, quickly keying her response.[break][break]
>> Think you can head a little further? There should be a bar nearby called Crossroads. It's a hole-in-the-wall kinda place. Anyway, you should be able to pick up on something there.[break][break]
>> Just don't slip up! Play it cool. Lemme know if you hear anything.
● Planetary ● NOTES: Kept it so that Wakaba is still deceased here, as this is what originally prompted Futaba to become a hacker. Obviously, the circumstances surrounding that are totally different here as the Metaverse isn't actually a thing.
[attr="class","sixShly"] Its easy to look up at the sky and wish on a falling star,
Day zero:[break][break] Rain. Except it wasn't. Whether it was a sign of the end days or a freak out by nature, the rain coming down on them was anything but normal. He didn't trust it, didn't like it, but they only had one umbrella. As the first droplets fell and pink cascaded the sky he immediately covered Reira before she got pelted. Sure, it meant he was being soaked through and through, but he didn't mind. It didn't feel any different from casual rain. At least not at first. After getting home, however...[break][break]
The world started spinning, every nerve felt like it was on fire. What was going on? Was he dying? Was the rain acid? All he knew was that it hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. [break][break]
Reira tried to help, rushing over to wrap arms around him but the moment a hand made contact with his skin a purple haze bounced it away, causing her to recoil with a wince. The rationality he was quickly losing soon junpstarting at the idea that she could be hurt, the pain subsiding the moment he regained composure. He didn't know what was happening, but he was changing. Once he was sure she was okay he turned his attention back to his own body, wanting to know what the hell just happened. An idea popped into his head, a stupid one but what the hell? Minutes later he was on his knees and Reira was at his side, timidly holding up a stick from outside. She wanted him to reconsider, but there was no way he could. He needed to know what was happening. If she hurt him, maybe its for the best. Either way, they would know. So with a sigh and a silent prayer she swung down at him, and at the moment it touched skin the purple haze spread along the place of contact, rebounding the wood and completely shattering it. The best part? He barely felt anything! He was in a whole new ball park with this. He could do a whole lot more to help people now, if he learned what he was doing.[break][break]
Maybe it was for the better. Maybe things were about to get a lot more fun.[break][break]
He was an idiot. That much was a fact. If he ever found anyone who wished for a superhero society he was going to smack them upside the head. Superheroes? Please, they were all more like kids thinking this was some anime, that they were invincible and could always win against a bad egg. He'd been like that at first too, now... He just wanted to help where he could, whoever he could. But he knew there would be costs, there's always a cost. [break][break]
How long had it been since he first started working this job? Five days?[break][break]
.... Yeah, he still had no idea what he was doing. People were shouting out orders at him, only half at best really got through his head and only half of those were things he knew how to make. He wanted to go home already, and he's only been working for twenty minutes. He swears that damn clock is off.[break][break]
He thought he knew what he was getting into when coming here. It was a place even hardened criminals would flee from, home to the worst of the worst in terms of charm and power. Breathing the air here made him want to die, yet here he stood, laughing it up with killers and dealers. [break][break]
He needed this place, for better or for worse only the rejects of the world could help maintain it. Keeping in mind that damned fact he flashed a few smiles to the criminals shouting their orders, playing the jester as he threw glasses this way and that across the bar table. He was almost looking like a normal worker, then he noticed what looked like a teenager walking in. Okay, what the hell. The one kid he could shrug off, but two? Were there more? Are they bringing kids into this now? The thought made him see momentary red, the smile he'd been sporting twist into a scowl as he slammed a bottle down just too hard, like a slip of the hand. [break][break]
There wasn't much time to think when all eyes turned to him, forcing back the playful persona and shaking the alcohol off his hand. "Butter fingers. Sadly, not even the snack kind." It took a few seconds of awkward silence, but people finally started dismissing him. With a sigh under his breath Daisuke went back into his work, only now he was trying to keep a better eye on the kids he could see, and check around for others among them. He didn't know why they were here, maybe there wasn't even a reason. But if there was, if they needed help, if they were being forced here, he would find out. Then he would beat the living hell out of whoever tried to do this to them. Then he would make sure they got home safe. He was done watching people lose their lives to these lowlife bastards, he's taking a stand where others just refuse to. [break][break]
But there's a time and place for everything. So he'd make his puns, serve his booze, and even encourage a few into downing more shots. But he never stopped thinking about those kids. His gaze always falling back to whatever one he could see first. He needed to play this cool. She always said his hot head would be the death of them. God forbid she be right.[break][break]
[attr="class","sixShly"] maybe next time wish that star luck on its journey
[attr="class","liklovstuff1"]I'm going to protect that which my father left for me.
[attr="class","liklovstuff2"]“My… husband?” [break][break] It couldn’t be true. No, father wouldn’t sell me off like that; I get a choice in who I marry. He would never set me up with someone like Sugimura, he was cruel and vile.. someone who truly represented the things Haru despised in men. “Yes, Haru. It was made finalized this morning, you’ll do well to be grateful that I set up such an advantageous match for you.” Her father’s lips formed into a scowl, only the sound of the dull buzz in his pocket bringing an end to his sentence, “Are we done? I have other matters to attend to.” [break][break] Pale lips parted, but no words left them. The girl merely replied with a slow nod, exiting the office as quickly as possible. [break][break] Don’t cry, Haru. That kind of weakness isn’t becoming of an Okumura. [break][break] Those words echoed in her mind again and again, but it didn’t stop the tears from slipping down her cheeks, dropping into the dark liquid within her mug once she had returned to her room. Someone like… him as her husband, the thought alone sent a shiver down her spine. How was she supposed to fulfill this role for her family? Was this all she was? A pawn in a medieval novel, sold for proverbial goats? It wasn’t fair. A week had passed since the announcement had been made. Twelve days had passed since the sky cried out in pale blood. It was hard to pay attention to the world around her; the news of the ‘gifted’ population arising scarcely touched her ears as she barely left her room. Food remained untouched at the foot of her door, words never making their way past her lips. And the tears… they rarely stopped flowing. [break][break] Unfortunately, today was the day. No more hiding herself away from the world, no more praying this was all a dream. Today she had been assigned the duty to keep her fiancée company, and prove to his family that she intended to go through with the marriage. The thought made her stomach churn, but her father had made it abundantly clear there was little choice in the matter. [break][break] Haru delayed getting ready as long as possible, taking extra care to dab away the red beneath her eyes with foundation and being unsatisfied with outfit after outfit. Still, eventually she had no choice left but to exit the room. Her journey down the spiraling staircase was a short one, finding the familiar ginger locks of her fiancée awaiting her with a particularly sour look across his features. [break][break] “It took you long enough,” he mumbled beneath his breath, clearing his throat afterwards and offering an arm out. [break][break] There was no choice in the matter, so she took his arm. [break][break] “How will we be spending our day?” She asked softly, gaze shifting between him and her father, who had already lost interest in their conversation, digits feverishly tapping at his phone. The trip to the limousine was spent in silence, only Sugimura’s voice breaking it to speak to his chauffer. “You know the place, Shinjuku.” [break][break] Caramel hues instantly widened, leaning forward in her seat, “Shinjuku? What business do you have there?” Every muscle in her body tensed, desperately wishing the vehicle hadn’t already begun moving so she could leap from the doorway and escape this nightmare. [break][break] “Not my business, Haru. Ours. You do know how to have fun, don’t you?” The disgusted look on his face shifted into a smirk of sorts, causing the girl’s arms to cross over her chest. “I-I’m not sure what you mean…” Her voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper as she averted her gaze. [break][break] “Hmph. You will.” With that, he leaned back against the leather interior, though never taking his gaze off of Haru. [break][break] Even without turning around she could feel his eyes burning into her skin, her whole form tensing even further as a weight pressed down against her chest. Could her father truly have been okay with this arrangement? To go to Shinjuku of all places; even with shutting herself off she knew the crime rate had only risen, it was the worst of the worst. More than anything a dread filled her core, cursing herself for not having some form of protection. Whether it be pepper spray or an axe, she should have take some sort of precautionary measure. [break][break] Several times her lips parted to ask the questions that burdened her mind. Will we be safe there? Why are we going there? Does my father know about this? But before she was able to muster up the courage, they had arrived.
Post by Smooth Criminal on Feb 7, 2019 6:24:16 GMT
Despite the fact that he’d normally had full control of his tail, he couldn’t help the fact that it twitched when the air-conditioning had hit it just right, which in turn had made the leaves that he was hiding within shake a bit. He had hoped that the men at the table wouldn’t notice that though, everything about this current conversation was something that he was not prepared to hear, the small tufts of his ears twitched while he edged in closer to get more information. [break][break]
So far it was just more on the man that commanded Itsuki, and the other man Shiro who had kept getting namedropped. It wasn’t much until one of the men sitting there had received text. [break][break] “Holy shit man! Shiro’s getting wasted soon. His connection, Sugimura just hit me up, wants to meet today and shit, says he trusts you better than Shiro, Boss. What should I tell him?” The question was directed at the man with dark hair and red eyes, who Morgana was fully fixated on. [break][break] “Tell him to waste Shiro. I want proof first, then I’ll do business.” The dark haired man gave a deep smile. [break][break] “This work?” the worker asked, showing his phone to the dark haired man, though Morgana couldn’t see it, he could only imagine that it was something horrible.[break][break] “Perfect. Fuckin waste of air, deserved worse if you ask me,” he stated. “Tell Sugimura to meet up here, and we’ll talk business, especially if it means I’m taking over the trafficking. That’ll be easy money. I wonder if he’s finally tied the knot with that Okumura Foods bitch yet. I imagine she’d make a pretty dime on the market, think of it, all the shit people would want to do to her pretty face just because of the resentment they harbor over her old man. Disgusting these people, but I can’t deny that it makes me a pretty penny.” [break][break]
It was almost instantaneous how quickly the mood shifted when the bartender had dropped a beer bottle. Almost too perfect how it matched the dark tone, and Morgana’s attention darted to the man behind the counter who seemed to laugh it off, though the cat curiously wondered if he too could hear the conversation at hand. [break][break]
As he tried to focus once again on the men before him, he couldn’t cause in the shift of attention two beings had captured his attention, the first set near him in another booth, who kept peering over toward where he was hiding. It was almost like he could see him, but that couldn’t be...he was small, and well hidden in the brush, and the second was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes upon. His heart skipped a beat while he gazed at the blonde beauty, sipping lightly at a drink at the bar, near another bartender. Everything about her exuded beauty, his attention couldn’t be pulled from her. Whoever she was, she had to be an angel. It didn’t matter, that’s what she was, a beautiful blonde angel, that was for some reason, stuck in this ugly area. That thought snapped his attention back to the men at the table, anger boiling within him. Whoever the angel was, he was going to stop these men at hand, for her sake! [break][break]
[attr="class","liklovstuff1"]I'm going to protect that which my father left for me.
[attr="class","liklovstuff2"]As the car came to a full stop, Haru reluctantly shifted her gaze back to her… ugh, fiancée. Even thinking the word made her stomach churn. Luckily his gaze was focused on his phone, his demeanor shifting from the nonchalant tone he pretended to carry himself in to one of pure annoyance, his brows pulling together and typing rapidly before his gaze met hers again. “A bit of, uh… change of plan, my love.”[break][break] Her nose instinctively wrinkled at the idea that she fit that term for him. Did he not see how uncomfortable all of this made her? No, he had to have seen. He just didn’t care. Perhaps if she could just get a second away from him she could call her father and beg him to come get her... No again, he set this whole thing up. But he couldn’t have known they were headed here! Maybe he would see reason. She just had to play it smart, not incur the wrath of the redhead beside her. “Oh? Is something wrong?” [break][break] He shook his head in response, “Nothing wrong. There’s just no time for fun, it’s all business today.” His horrible smirk sat upon his lips again as he motioned at the driver. The car started once again, taking a few turns before they arrived in front of… what looked to be a bar. Her lips parted again to speak up, but there wasn’t any choice in the matter. Sugimura practically leapt from the vehicle, not even bothering to open the side door for Haru. She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but the driver appeared before she had the chance to do it herself, showing the first decency she’d encountered all day. [break][break] “Where are we?” She spoke softly as soon as she’d exited the vehicle, arms wrapping around her form as if that were enough to protect her from this place. [break][break] “Crossroads, I have to meet with some of my partners in there; do yourself a favor and keep your pretty mouth shut, alright?” [break][break] There it was again, the tears building in hazelnut hues, threatening to seep down her cheeks and expose her fear. Not just her fear, though, her rage. He had no right to talk to her like that. She wasn’t just a pretty face or the name Okumura, she was so much more. Not that he or her father were likely to see that any time soon. She swallowed back the sobs, following behind him into the establishment. [break][break] As soon as the door opened she couldn’t help but notice all the people in there seeming to be around her age. A girl sipping drinks at the bar, a boy with dark hair lingering oddly close to one of the plants, and the bartender who couldn’t have been much older than she was. It took mere seconds for a group of men to call them over, Sugimura grabbing her by the forearm and practically dragging her over to the booth. [break][break] Someone, please! Notice me! I… I need help! [break][break] Her hues were wide, scanning between each of the teenagers, but her voice didn’t seem to come. The cries for help remaining solely within her mind, and her fiancée pulling her into the booth beside him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders that should have been supportive, but instead planted itself like cement, holding her firmly in the seat. [break][break]
Post by Smooth Criminal on Mar 15, 2019 8:44:32 GMT
Who knew that what they said about pixies in Peter Pan was also true about cats? Not Morgana, of course, that had less to do with the fact that he hadn’t read the story than anything, but the moment that the young woman with short fluffy hair had entered the bar, every bone in the cat’s small body was set ablaze with wrath burning through his veins. [break][break]
How DARE they do that to such an innocent party, bringing her to such a dangerous location, and the man that was with her had a knowing smile, as if he was aware of what was going on...everything about it did nothing to lessen Morgana’s wrath, so hearing the men at the table discuss which of them was going to grab the girl only pissed him off more. He couldn’t concentrate on who said what at that point, and in retaliation, he crouched, ready to pounce at any moment, his eyes fixed on the small vial of pink in the fat man’s pocket, his claws kneading into the pleather of the bar’s booth, ready for the right moment to strike. [break][break]
Witnessing the slender red-haired man plant his arm around the poor girl whos eyes begged for help had pissed Morgana off more, and as the man took his seat, his attention on the girl seeming lax despite the fact that they were in a den of criminals, Morgana chose the moment to strike. With his adept skill at pickpocketing and the agility that his physiology in his feline form lent to him, he deftly grabbed the vial from the fat man’s pocket, and hurriedly took off on the floor, to slink around the young girl’s feet, before slamming the vial on the ground and using his tail to hurriedly slap some of the pink rainwater onto the girl’s feet. [break][break]
Despite his best efforts he couldn’t control the path of the water, or even gauge the reactions of the others around to hearing the small vial breaking, but he was certain to get as much of the water as he could on his tail before he wrapped it around the girl’s leg, and made sure to wet it, to give her a fighting chance against the others, hoping that her power would manifest for her, as it had for him and many others in the city that the rain touched. [break][break]
With haste he made his way behind the bar, to the bartender that had earlier caused a commotion in dropping something, pawing at the poor man’s leg. He detested his small form, but sometimes he could only hope that the people around him understood him, he didn’t want to give away anything, but motioned toward the girl, almost begging the bartender for help where he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t help but fear for the worst with the girl, though if he had any say in it, he would fight his hardest to ensure that she was protected, even if it meant having another step in for him where he couldn’t. [break][break]
Once again his tail curled around a slice of glass that was still on the ground, hidden under a portion of the counter, masked by the darkness that now hid him in it’s constraints. A smile formed on his small muzzle before he found his way back around the area to a good sniping point while holding onto the glass, steadily aiming it, readying to aid the girl in defense by keeping a mark on the eyeline of everyone in the area surrounding her. Should anyone so much as make a motion towards her, he was ready to blind them without a second thought. After all, from what everyone said about her being “Sugimura’s Bitch”, it meant she was innocent...didn’t it? [break][break]
[attr="class","infoNotes"]notes here, this box will scroll if they get too long!
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]Strength is more than just not getting fazed... It's the power to fight through adversity.
The young blonde had glided through the bar, trying to find that one person who would give her what she needed. Thankfully, no one was keeping an eye on her while maneuvering through the man-made path she was forced to make. Ann would bring the cool glass close to her lips; delicate fingers finding the straw to take a sip from the sweetened drink. Azure hues casually glancing around for the intended target. Unfortunately, this was not as easy it was back then. More investigative work was needed in this case. [break][break] During her small travels through the rugged sea of sweat and desperation, Ann blinked twice towards a male with dark messy hair and glasses. Akira? His name spoken to her innerself, confused as to what he would be doing in a place like this. Then again, he would be questioning her for the very same reason. If Akira is here that must mean… Her thought very rudely cut off by a man grabbing her arm. “Hey pretty thing, let me buy you a drink.” The creepy man spoke as his breath reeked of alcohol. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m actually here with someone.” [break][break] Clearly the man wasn’t letting her go; seeing as how she attempted at tugging her arm away and his grip only tightened. She wanted to use her newfound power so bad, but didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. When his grip didn’t loosen in any sense of the word, she was just about to compel him but was saved by the sound of a broken glass. [break][break] Perfect. [break][break] Just as the broken glass was still fluttering on the ground, Ann used that distraction and threw the contents of her glass in the man’s face. The liquid stung his eyes and the blonde had bolted in the opposite direction of where everything had been going down. “Dammit,” she would mutter to herself. She wanted to get to Akira to see his reasoning for being here. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they were both in the same place. [break][break] Through the commotion she thought she had spotted Mona, but that was probably her eyes playing tricks on her. The night had barely passed and already things were starting to get heated up. “This is not how tonight was supposed to go.” Ann said to herself, pouting as she sighed. “I guess it’s time to face the music.” [break][break] After giving herself an inner pep talk and taking a deep breath, she casually dropped her glass off at the bar. Moving in a fluid manner, she worked her way back into the crowd; sifting through the weirdos and being more cautious this time around. And this time her main focus was to meet up with Akira. After all, two heads were better than one. [break][break] Several minutes passed and Ann had finally found the right area where Akira was held up at. “Thank goodness you’re here.” She said to him before plopping into the empty seat. “I take it you’re here for a little… business?” The charming blonde would ask, smiling wide as she waited for him to answer. [break][break]
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