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Post by Vapovile on Oct 7, 2016 20:30:31 GMT
HWIC Headquarters, Seattle Office
Standing in the middle of a grey control room with several workstations neatly placed along the sides, the captain of the HWIC’s Intelligence division, Seto Miyata, leans against the railing separating the upper and lower levels of the room. The layout consisted of a rectangular room with hard tile floors, grey walls, an upper level that led to a hallway which linked up to the normal Intelligence division offices, and a lower level consisting of around a dozen workstations filled with people typing away at keyboards. The front of the room consisted of several large TV screens that displayed footage from several locations around the world, ranging from a aerial view of a man carrying a crate supposedly filled with black market goods, to footage of an ongoing battle between HWIC agents a giant crocodile-like monster that has been terrorizing the waterways of Florida. This was one of the main control rooms for the Intelligence division, the other only dealing with threats classified as level 6 or above. Since threats such as those were infrequent, Seto spent most of his time either here or at his office.
He was dressed in his normal dark blue suit with red tie, body leaning up against the railing while staring at one of the screens. “Any news to report, Devon?” He asks without turning around, a blond man who was slightly shorter than the Captain walking into the room from the hallway. “Yes, actually. We’ve put out that advertisement for the mission at Atlus island. Free of any fingerprints or traces to our organization, as you requested.” He states, holding a report in his hands. “It appears as if we have several who have taken the job already. Including your sister.” An audible groan could be heard coming from Seto, who finally turns around and sits down in the chair behind the railing. “Considering all but one of my siblings are in this organization, I can only assume you mean Haruko. Damn it...at least Aria can’t be pissed at me, she took this job on her own!” “Yes, sir. She’s the one who signed up. Several others have also taken the contract, including Arthur Cromwell…” “The ice mage who looks like a kid.” “Jose Hernandez…” “The earth bender who was at both the Kyoto and Sakurajima incidents. Sometimes I question why the JHWAB doesn’t request our help with these issues.” “Huntsman” “Annnnnnnd Wild Hunt’s here too.” “And Daniel Drake.” “...huh, guess he has been released. What a mess that one created.” Seto remarks. Motioning toward one of the screens on the right, Seto watches as video feed of an island is projected onto the screen.
The island housed several large buildings, all designed around one centralized casino set in the middle of the island. The airport was built within walking distance of the building, and as one walked west, they would find several other structures housing markets that sold drugs(both legal and illegal), several bars, a grand stadium currently filled with people watching a woman in armor fight a giant blob monster that looked like a living tumor, a row of hotels rivaling the variety found in Las Vegas, an ornate palace that no doubt housed the leadership of the island, and a beach resort located at the far western portion of the island. On the eastern side, however, the entire half was masked by a giant concrete wall that rose up 4 stories tall, and ran along the entire island until meeting the sea at the far eastern portion, covering even the top of the portion with a hardened steel and concrete roof that prevented even satellites from seeing what was inside. Oddly enough, each concrete block seemed uniform in height, width and length, a feat that would no doubt be horrifically expensive to get that uniformity in engineering. The wall had few openings near the casino, all guarded by checkpoints full of guards dressed in thick armor plating, as if a cross between riot gear and medieval armor. This was the island of Atlas, capital of the Terminus nation, and home to one of the largest crime cities in the world.
“We need information on what’s inside that wall, and can’t send our agents to investigate. They can’t find out that we’re the ones who put this contract out there, or it could be catastrophic.” Seto stated, studying the live feed of the island. “Of course, sir. I have the stealth force at the ready to rescue the contractees should the mission fail.” “Good...good. Thanks, Devon, you may get back to work now.” Seto says to Devon, the blond man turning and walking back down the hallway. It was only a matter of waiting, now.
Palace, Atlas Island
“SUPREME LEADER! I have information you need to see right now!” A tall man with spiky brown hair loudly yells as he sprints across the gold-plated palace, lined with marble columns and purple banners draped along the edges of the upper level. He sprints up the wide marble staircase and flings open the doors to the office of the Supreme Leader, decorated in a more wooden-looking architecture that was also lined with gold, looking like the office of a high-ranking executive in a large company. The office had one man sitting at the desk in the middle at the far end, and a woman with bright white hair leaning against the wall, having been talking with the person in the middle.
“Supreme leader! Our contacts have intercepted this flier going around popular Hidden World locations!” He yells, enthusiastically slamming the contract on the desk. The man in the middle lazily looked at the flier, skimming it over. “Seriously? Someone wants to break into our people’s living quarters? Well...Lance, tell Clover and Lara to beef up security at the casino and checkpoints.” The man states, the woman piping up. “You help out, too! Nobody defiles the will of the Supreme Ruler! Go to the stadium and make sure none of those groups are scheming!” Giving a salute, Lance takes a step back. “OF COURSE! For the glory of the Supreme Leader!” And with that, Lance pulls the office doors open and leaps down all the stairs, headed for the stadium. Rolling his eyes, the man at the desk shakes his head slightly. “What a weirdo.”
Casino, Atlas Island
Sitting on a large leather couch in one of the lounges, Haruko watched the people inside the main room played on the roulette and poker tables, sipping on a peach/blueberry/strawberry drink that was non-alcoholic...partly because she was on a mission, and also she was small in stature, meaning it was easy to become impaired from alcohol. She wore her normal black coat with purple button-up shirt, along with black pants, all her knives hidden from view as to not attract unwanted attention. The crowd here was much more seedy than she was usually willing to deal with, but the prospect of helping people trapped on this island was enough to make the seamstress accept. She glanced around the room, trying to see if there was anyone she recognized.
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At a nearby Blackjack table, a scruffy-looking man loudly groaned as he lost yet another game, seeing the chips he put on the board get taken away. “Uuuuuugh...this game is a drag.” Sid remarks, taking another drink of beer that he had bought. “I’m tapping out, dudes.” He says, putting the remaining chips into his pockets and walking away to stand in front of one of the eastern windows, directly facing the massive wall he was supposed to get into. “How the fuck…” The kickmaster mutters to himself, scratching the back of his head. Nearby, a young woman, looking to be around 16 years of age and dressed in a black suit with yellow tie, places her hand to her ear and nods once the message went through. “...affirmative.” She simply states, going back to scanning around the room for suspicious activity.
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Post by Iris on Oct 7, 2016 22:57:33 GMT
A singular black nail clicked away at a cheap phone, typing in button after button to find the desired letter with one hand; why they didn’t just let her have a really good phone, she’d never really agree with. Who cares if it was untraceable when tossed? It was a pain to even use! After taking a laborious amount of effort to send a stupid message, confirming that she did indeed get the mark, the silent girl sighed and stuck her chopsticks into her cold food with her free hand. There was no point to eating cold food...she’d just go home and snack instead. Standing up, Fumi hauled the worn, black backpack that jingled from the sheer amount of its contents and she placed her foot on the ledge she’d earlier been sitting on, looking down at the city far below with lights gleaming like jewels. Her crimson eyes glittered with mischievous malice as she wondered what it would be like to steal the light itself.
Just as she’d been about ready to depart, the wind of the overcast night brought something...intriguing into Fumi’s life. The world she’d looked upon was obscured by the white paper that slapped right into her face, making her hobble off-balance while she scrabbled to catch the annoying sheet; all while silently squealing to herself. This REALLY didn’t make her look cool. Tearing the paper away, Fumi had been about ready to ball it and toss it before she noticed the large print of a dollar sign...followed by an outstandingly high number. Suddenly, she wasn’t so mad at the paper anymore and suddenly needed to take the drop off to her employers and go on another vacation. With the paper dispersing in her hand, Fumi had a dastardly smile on her face as she hopped back to the ledge, and like it was simply casual, Fumi took one step off and dropped only to turn into smoke halfway down, disappearing into the night with only a plate of cold Chinese food to show she’d been there at all.
All it’d taken was some signing, some packing, some yelling from her contractors that wouldn’t possibly do anything about someone as good at their job as she, and Fumi was on a shoddy boat in the middle of some ocean headed towards some massively skeevy place. Fumi had chosen only slightly different attire than usual this time around.
Wearing a small, pale red, form-fitted tank top, a pair of black shorts, her usual scuffy boots, a white and blue bomber jacket with a UFO patch added on the left portion of her chest, and her hair held in a ponytail that screamed for her to choose a different method of tying her hair back, Fumi had tried her best to just simply look...well, like a tourist or a kid. Most of her jobs took place at night so she could just wear dark outfits, but something told her that dressing in all black this time around would just make her stand out.
Unfortunately for Fumi, boat rides didn’t settle well with her, and crouched in a far corner she held her hands clamped over her mouth with her eyes closed, suppressing the urge to vomit the entire way to the isolated island and garnering some questionable looks from other passengers. She would have loved to say or do something snarky to them for even looking at her the way they did, but she knew that if she removed her hands...it’d be all over.
Thankfully , seemed the boat’s handler loved going fast and they seemed to get there in no time. Fumi was the quickest off above all, practically leaping to the safety of solid ground where she promptly hunched while feeling the sand, trying to let her body know “Hey bud, it’s okay, we aren’t on the boat anymore, stop punching my guts.” After most of the other boat passengers left the odd girl to do whatever it was she was doing...Fumi finally got a hold of herself and her queasy stomach, wiping her hand across her brow with a sigh. Not a terribly good start...but this place DEFINITELY was a good start. It looked like just the type of place where people like her flourished. Nothing but ulterior motive beneath neon lights and bright paints; even now, Fumi could see the shady hand movements taking place between bumping bodies, or the innocence of a question for directions disguising the act of something malicious taking place in their very pockets. Needless to say, Fumi couldn’t stop beaming. This was great!! Her first stop to accommodate herself was in the Casino and Fumi had no intention of leaving empty handed .
Smirking and silently snickering, Fumi dealt another flawless hand to her angry and awed table, winning yet another round. Her chips kept raising and her pockets were growing full, she was forgetting why she was even here!! Angrily, the man next to her reached into his pockets to grab his remaining chips to bet again...but found none! Had he really spent them all in a match with this damn little kid?! Repulsed, confused, and angry, he left in a huff and Fumi merely continued to smile as she held up her hand to bet the other man’s chips she’d stolen, three lined between her fingers before placing them on the table. She was on a roll tonight...not a legitimate one by any means, but a roll nonetheless.
Of course this was all business, if she just acted like a shady individual and played their games, they’d think she was just another scavenger come to pick from the bones of others not smart enough to stop her….or that was what she kept telling herself. Fumi just liked gambling. Still, she was keeping a slight eye out for anything that’d give her opportunities to steal, or to get information, or just the casino authority in general. Turns out they don’t like it when you win TOO much.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 8, 2016 0:16:47 GMT
As a plane's rear wheels touch the runway, a passenger reeking of alcohol curses to himself from his first class seat due to the rough landing causing one of his glasses to spill. The nearby flight attendants remain baffled by the man's remarkable tolerance to liquor as he seems to be completely silver of mind, even though they personally witness his consumption of their entire liquor cabinet. While waiting to get off the plane, he takes a moment to examine his surroundings by looking out his window to survey the area. The first thing he noticed is the gigantic concrete wall, and his first reaction is to whistle in shock. His eyes then proceed to scan the rest of the island he could see from this position, but couldn't see much beyond a few buildings, which would contain some decent entertainment as he figures out how to get inside the concrete city. "Well, I guess I can play for a bit," he told himself as he gets off the plane and heads towards a casino. As he walks, he starts to use his enhance spiritual senses to see if he can pick out anyone interesting. As he moves closer to the casino, he begins to feel some familiar souls though he didn't react in any notable way as he couldn't care about running into familiar faces. The plan is simple: Have Fun. Complete the Mission. Hopefully Earn Enough to Pay Back Smith. After drinking millions of dollars worth of drinks, the mulit-billionaire had enough with covering his expenses and has forced him to pay for his own drinks. Otherwise he wouldn't bother with this kinda assignment. Still, after his most recent training session with Osamu, this mission is going to be a piece of cake compare to dealing with his fatass master. So why not try to make the most out of his visit here.
"I can't stand this place," thought a frustrated man as he walks past numerous shady individuals. The young bounty hunter manages to appear calm on the outside, but in the inside he struggles to keep himself in check. Being inside a city of criminals is not a new experience for Jose, but he has never been surrounded by them to such a degree as he is now, especially knowing how dangerous these people can be. There might not be a single person here that he wouldn't attempt to arrest, but he is not dumb enough to try anything. Still, he couldn't stand watching criminals walk around in the open. He eventually makes his way to the casino, where he proceeds to play a few games on the slot machines and away from everyone else. He didn't really care to win money, he just needs space to relax. Plus, he might be able to discover an opportunity here to help him with his mission.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 8, 2016 3:46:38 GMT
A jab, a feint, a parry. Flurries of motion dancing on the Kazegawa Manor dojo. Gen and Rin were at it again, mixing and matching martial arts and other techniques trying to get the first clean hit. They started doing this since Gen returned, part because it was one of the few things both have in common and because of Gen’s insistence on knowing that Rin could protect herself. As she deflected a left cross with a palm strike the Youngest Shishioh stepped backwards, catching her breath. They had been fighting for what seemed hours, small bruises were present in their forearms and legs, from consecutive blocking in this non-stop kumite.
-Gen can’t we stop for a second?- Rin rubbed her hands, a couple of her knuckles were bleeding. Her brother glanced at the clock on the wall and then looked at his own hands. He was in an even worse state than her sister, possibly one of his fingers was dislocated, surely when he stopped her bokken with a side chop. -Tsk.- Gen grabbed both fingers and with a grunt he set them back to their proper position with a loud crack and pop. The Hot Blooded Boxer looked at his sister and with a hint of frustration he nodded. -Tsk, yeah, we can fuckin’ stop, but we’re going to continue until you can land a direct hit on me without Ki.-
Rin walked towards the side, looking for a towel and a bottle of water, but she suddenly stopped, summoning her Ki. Gen turned his back to her, looking for his own bottle of water so he didn’t see her charging towards him, blue petals of light surging from her body as she silently dashed used the Mounsanpo footwork technique, that aided by Ki basically allowed her to stealthily slide over any flat floor without making a sound. She only wanted to give Gen a small flick with her finger but centimeters before reaching his nape Gen spoke through the side of his mouth, the bottle resting on his lips. -Ya don’t want to do that Sis, I’d have to fuckin’ match ya with my friend.-
Gen lifted his fingers showing the Gainen Medal between them, without turning around. -Ya think I’m bullshitin’ ya, but I meant what I fuckin’ said.- The Hot-Blooded Boxer turned around, locking his eyes on her sister’s. -If ya rely only on Ki ya will get fucked over Rin.- Gen put the Medal away, in one of his pockets and lowered Rin’s extended hand. -I’m not doin’ this to fuck with ya, I’m tryin’ to get ya understand.- Gen launched a quick jab, as fast as the fastest possible jab could be in the realms of mundane humans limitations and stopped right before hitting Rin. The attack was so sudden, so skillfully initiated, at least from Rin’s perspective, that she couldn’t lift her aura in time.
Gen flicked his sister on the forehead. -Ki is a crutch, if ya don’t know how to really throw a punch, how to put yer fuckin’ weight behind it.- He turned around and cleaned his face with the towel. -It doesn’t matter if ya have the best fuckin’ bike in the world.- Gen threw the towel to the floor. -If ya’re a shitty driver ya're gonna crash.- He was trying to make her understand, the same lessons Reiji had tried to make him understand. The true value of a fighter comes not from the quality of their Ki, but of the quality of their skill and grit. Gen took his stance again, inviting Rin to do the same. But as she did the Dojo door opened and a young man entered the room, taking his shoes beforehand, with a piece of old paper on his hand.
-Shishioh-dono?- He asked. Both Rin and Gen turned around and asked at the same time. -Yes?- The servant of the manor, realizing his mistake, clarified who he was searching for. -Gentaro Shishioh.- Gen nodded and walked towards him, patting Rin’s shoulder as he passed through. -Saved by the bell Sis.- He extended his hand and received the letter. The servant left, closing the door and Rin got closer, reading over her brother’s shoulder. The paper was a bit damaged and the letter was clearly done with traditional brush calligraphy.
Find me in a cave by the South Pacific sea your Grand master Nensho.
-Nensho? Who is Nensho?- Rin asked, intrigued by the strange letter. Gen didn’t reply, she noticed that his hands were trembling and his expression, for some many months sour, showed a strange mixture between happiness and surprise. -Gen, please tell me who is Nensho?- The Hot Blooded Boxer turned around and replied. -Nensho… I can’t fuckin’ believe it… Nensho is Fukuma sensei’s master.- Rin took a step backwards, staggered by the information. -You mean Reiji’s master is alive? He must be like 200 years old.-
Gen quickly corrected her. -If Fukuma-sensei.- Rin had to contain a giggle after hearing Gen speak of somebody with such respect. -Was tellin’ the truth Nensho is around 150 years or more, he is the greatest martial artist alive, or at least one the fuckin’ best.- Rin looked at Gen, he was more relaxed than he ever was since he returned. -Anything else I should know?- Gen turned away, trying to contain his smile. -Fukuma-sensei told me that when the time was right Nensho contacts any students of his schools and imparts them fuckin’ wisdom of the real heart of Martial Arts.-
Rin also smiled, this seemed like the kind of thing she would like to see, but she quickly realized the problem. -But where in the South Pacific? There are like a hundred islands- The moment she stopped talking the door of the dojo opened and Yuriko entered, rushing into a bear-hug tackle on Gen. -GEEEEEN!- Both fell on the floor and rolled over the polished wood until a wall stopped it. -What do ya want Yuriko?- He asked with uncharacteristic affability, considering she was paying for the food and giving them a roof (Not to mention using her influences to stop inquiries from the JHWAB) -Did you hear the last rumor going around?- Gen shook his head. -Nah, what are they sayin’?-
Yuriko stood up, releasing her bear hug and allowing Gen to stand up as well. -There is some weird guy called “Henry” who wants people to explore an island.- Gen and Rin looked at each other and asked. -In the South Pacific?- Yuriko looked at them with a bit of surprise. -You knew about it?- Rin quickly replied. -It was just a feeling, carry on.- The Heiress of the Kazegawa resumed talking. -Is the Atlas Island, there is some kind of underworld gambling den and hotel, I can’t go because I have some business to deal with it, but maybe you two want to take a vacation from all the sparring.-
The Shishioh siblings looked at each other and Gen asked Yuriko. -Can we borrow a fuckin’ plane Yuriko?-
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 8, 2016 5:07:00 GMT
The casino district was a glowing land of promise, every glowing sign promising riches, every structure a monument to wealth. Most majestic of these was the King's Treasure. Styled like the grand palaces of the later middle ages, its white minarets cast a shadow in which its magical lights glowed vibrant and bright, demanding all attention. Inside, it was all tasteful wood and burnished steel, more subdued than the gaudy casinos around it. Here, slot machines took a backseat to games of bluffing and guessing set to the calming songs of the band in the Lucky Clover Corner, where the games with the highest stakes on the island were played. Millions were lost and won, and the house always took the lion's share.
It was here that a slender man with a face of stone ruined everyone he came across. He only broke his poker face when he won, and so he broke it quite a bit. Soon nobody would dare play with him, and suddenly he would loose a million, 5 million dollars and became interesting again and ruin them all over again. Some complained he was a demon, and he quickly admitted that he was and testified there was no rule against that, and none of their cursing had any effect but to make him laugh and make him taunt them further. Even now he hunched over cards, giggling just to see the professionals around him fold. "Pair of 2s! I win!" This man, this devil in a ridiculous disco suit, was the Master of Games, demon god of order and rules. He was just waiting for the party to get started.
Also in the Lucky Clover Corner, another man was not gambling but instead nursing a drink at the bar and getting a healthy look at Clover herself. The tall man's red hair fell in curls to his shoulders, emphasizing the deep blue of his suit. If the men around him knew who the pretty boy was, they wouldn't sit so near at the bar. The waifish figure of the young man hid a burning desire to tear the wall outside down and watch it run red with the blood of anybody who tried to stop him. But he knew that wasn't the way. Huntsman could just fly over the wall, sure, but watching Clover slowly sway, that tight green dress sparkling, green hair falling around her heart shaped face, was much more entertaining. Huntsman glared at her cleavage, imagining reaching in...
And pulling her heart right out.
Leaning on the great castle wall of King's Treasure, a tall man in a pale pink suit played the saxophone, masking his interest in the massive wall before him with his interest in getting bills in the pink hat laying upside down on the ground, open and ready to accept bills of all denominations. He picked his spot well, getting quite a few visitors, both from those generous with their winnings and those seeking karma to gain some. But over the time he dallied on this outskirt of the casinos, the more he noticed looks from the shadier figures passing. A few of challenge. More of fear.
He paused with curiosity to study them, but swiftly they turned away, the defiant and the other. Dan Drake wasn't sure just what he was doing to draw this sort of attention. Did he look like somebody big in the underworld? It seemed odd, but he couldn't think of a better reason. He shrugged and kept playing. His skills had gotten much better in prison. With nothing better to do, he had practiced for hours on end, driving his blockmates insane. Still, they kept their distance. He pushed these thoughts from his mind and pocketed what cash he had made. He needed to figure out a way through the wall. His paycheck depended on it. And everything depended on that paycheck. He packed his saxophone and carried it inside the building. There might be some more friendly officials to be bribed in here. Or beaten. Dan grinned. Oh, he hoped it was option B.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 8, 2016 6:44:34 GMT
At one of the roulette tables sat a kid. He was wearing a dark blue blazer over a a black shirt, with blue jeans and sneaker to give him a more casual look. And he was scoring decently. Playing safe when he sensed danger. Playing risky when he felt confident. His instincts weren't exactly forged in the fires of high-stakes gambling though so he made a lot of mistakes.
Wait a second... Kids aren't allowed to play...
That must be Arthur then. The ice mage grinned when he scored again. And it was a sizable amount, too! Arthur assumed whatever charity he donated it to later wouldn't mind money gained from gambling. "I think I won enough for now. I'll try my luck at something else. Been nice playing with you." He stored his winnings into a large metal suitcase (chipcase?) and walked away with a confident stride. He could try Texas Hold 'em next. But before that, perhaps he should celebrate with something non-alcoholic.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 8, 2016 20:21:16 GMT
Taking another sip out of her drink, Haruko stares at the casino floor, the seemingly hundreds of people gambling made it harder to spot anyone she knew. Finally, she spots a familiar face; a guy who looked much too young to be in a place like this...if it were legal in another country. Standing back up, Haruko walks past Arthur and leans against a slot machine, the straw from her drink sticking out of her mouth to look like a cigarette. "Why howdy there, Frosty. Didn't expect to see a feller like you to be in a place like this." Laughing to herself slightly, the seamstress places the straw back into her drink and takes a sip. "Heh...but for real, what's up Frosty?" She asks, trying to see if he's on the same mission as her. Arthur didn't seem the type to be here on his own free time.
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Turning his attention away from the window, Sid wanders through the casino with his hands in his pockets, making sure none of these dirty thieves stole the last of his chips. Passing by a strange-looking girl with poofy black hair that looked like it was half the weight of her body, Sid wanders into Lucky Clover Corner and sits down at the bar, glancing around the room. Not much here...just a guy with dumb hair winning a bunch, and a hot chick with green hair and a sparkly dress singing up on stage. Noticing a guy next to him was staring at the hot chick as well, Sid turns away and pays for the drink he ordered. "So, ya get cleaned out or somethin?" He asked the onlooker next to him, taking a sip of his alcoholic drink. He was about to just say 'fuck it' and try to sprint past the security checkpoint by himself.
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Out from the backdoor of the casino, several people dressed in white suits and black sunglasses dispersed inside of the building, beginning to monitor the individuals who were currently present. Lara had done as she was asked and called in more security, including one of her other siblings to help out. It was such a shame that he was such an...idiot. Walking into the room last, a man that looked to be around 20 years old confidently strolled into the casino wearing a black suit and blue tie, adjusting it as he arrived inside. "More security, huh? This will be a piece of cake." He states, walking past the tables and spotting an oddly lively game currently underway. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bottle of cologne, the man gives himself one spray and puts the bottle away, then makes his way to Fumi's table and places a few chips down, giving a small smile. "I'd love to join, m'lady."
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Post by Iris on Oct 9, 2016 1:44:18 GMT
Fumi looked like a cat swelling with pride, all puffed up and with a smarmy look on her face. Obviously she wasn’t winning by good means here, the cards beneath her large, puffy sleeves ensuring her sudden victories and to make up for her losses, she only used one hand to look through her dealt cards while the other, hidden away inside of her sleeve, simply dispersed and visited the other contestants pockets. She was in an ever-growing cycle of constant growing wealth, but not for the sake of money...Fumi just liked the chips! The blue ones were her favorites.
Having made another leave the table, the quiet girl snickered to herself while holding her cards over her mouth, hiding the smarmy look beneath. This was just too easy!! Fumi had been about ready to start ordering something to drink when she heard the voice beside her. Still covering her mouth, Fumi looked the man up and down and her eyes narrowed slightly with the growing, cat-like smile beneath. Fumi simply used her free hand to place down three more chips, then gestured forward with a wave of her hand, inviting him to join her in a game that she felt she won no matter the outcome.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 9, 2016 5:57:24 GMT
Under the watchful gaze and soft songs of Clover, the Master of Games attempted to figure out how to carry his nonsensical number of chips. Maybe he'd just loose them all. Not to the house though. "Rules- chips have no mass." He spoke in a voice befitting a DJ and a bubble flew out in all directions, all chips within it becoming weightless and folding into each other as MOG desired.
With his more manageable stack, he left the corner and went away from the tables to the few slot machines in the buildings. "Hello Jose. Want to make a few bets? I don't think you have as many chips as me, but there are many things you can bet. And I'm not just offering money. The possibilities are... infinite." The Master's eyes danced with galaxies. "Charity, knowledge beyond your wildest dreams. What about it, kid? Name your price." He currently carried 25 million dollars. Aesthetically pleasing hunks of ceramic to him, money that would let most beings on this rock quit their jobs and buy five houses. He had no intention of letting Jose have any, but it was good bait.
"Hm? No, I'm just enjoying the show." Huh, Sid. Huntsman had met him several times, but it had never gone anywhere. The kid was really just not that interesting. Huntsman kept leering at Clover until he picked up familiar scents in his nostrils. He turned his head a full 240 degrees to spy two other people who's underwhelming bodies he remembered from that lemon fiasco. Well, fiasco to other people. He supposed he got more from that event with the little spider bitch too. He set his drink down and sprang from his seat to land clear across the room on top of Arthur's slot machine.
"Hey kids. What are you doing in a hive of scum and villainy like this?" He only had the barest of interest in these two, besides the possibility of battle here. Haruko at least would give him some blood. Arthur... Arthur he did not like. He was distracted from them by new scents he could pick up on from his new position. One stoked the flames of desire more than Clover. The other fueled the flames of hell. Huntsman turned his gaze, switching between the extremes of emotions in ways so extreme its very shape changed, to the man entering the building.
Dan walked into the King's Treasure, eyes devouring the scenery. This place was high end. He didn't like the look of the wall outside, but the walls in here cost more than his house. He sighed and just walked on. He needed information. He couldn't tackle this on his own. He glanced around the room, not noticing Haruko way off by the slot machines. He noticed again the dark looks he got from many people in the room. People avoided his gaze or body as best they could. Had something changed while he was in jail? Was it just his size? He was beginning to think he looked like a bodyguard to one of the officials here or something.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 9, 2016 7:24:52 GMT
"Who the hell is this guy?" thought Jose as he stares at the little man with weird eyes. He didn't like the vibe coming off the guy, and he especially didn't like how he knows his name. "Sure, I'll make a bet with you." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fair coin. "Heads, you tell me why you know my name, and who exactly are you. And tails, I won't press you to tell me anything about yourself, and will listen to what you have to say." He tosses the coin into the air and it lands on heads. "Guess you should start talking." Regardless of what the master of games says to him, he wouldn't trust him. He just wants to measure his character a bit more before deciding if he should take him out or not.
Chase walks into the casino, already being able to locate a few recognizable souls, though he didn't bother to go out of his way to meet anyone in particular. Instead, he walks over to find an nearly empty blackjack table and quickly sits down to play for a little bit. For the most part, he won a few hands and lost a couple of others. Managing not to be up by a lot at any point, nor did he find himself losing money as well. He seems to be balancing out and breaking-even after a dozen or so hands. For him, he didn't mind the ups and downs, so long as he continues to receive free drinks as he plays. Which is his plan all along. After all, whats the point of making money, if he can just get his booze right away by staying at a table.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 9, 2016 20:22:15 GMT
"Howdy partner." Arthur pushed up the brim of an imaginary hat. "Fancy meetin' your kind in these 'ere parts, cowgirl." He wanted to keep going with the old western talk a bit longer, but he started giggling uncontrollably.
Once he finally calmed down, he said, "Hi, Ruko. Long time now see. I really wasn't expecting to see you here. Then again, I probably should've... And considering you're wearing the same clothes you always wear when... When you're doing something important, I can only assume you're here to do something important."
And suddenly another person joined them. Someone he did not recognize. "Um, who are you, exactly?"
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Post by Kuma on Oct 9, 2016 22:42:31 GMT
Rin and Gen came down from one of the many private planes the Kazegawa Zaibatsu owned. As they were visiting a high-roller casino Yuriko also lent them clothing. The Hot Blooded Boxer was visibly uncomfortable wearing a tux, he kept shifting the position of his body but no matter what he couldn’t stop feeling itchy. He took his hand towards the tie and was about to take it off, but Rin slapped him on the hand. -Stop touching that, we need to blend in.- Gen shook his head pointing at his face and showing his calloused knuckles. -How I’m goin’ to fuckin’ blend in lookin’ like this?- Her sister, dressed in an elegant and discreet dress, carrying her sword in the form of a simple silver bracelet, an useful enhancement to keep it hidden she discovered after using the weapon a lot.
-I have that covered, you’re my bodyguard, former prize-fighter Hayato Hongou.- Rin cunningly smiled. -I’m here to spend some of the Shishioh Zaibatsu money in stupid recreation, like any dumb heir.- Gen looked at his sister with a mixture of surprise and pride. -Won’t they fuckin’ realize I’m yer brother?- He asked, to which she quickly replied. -As much as it pains me to say this our father and mother went to great lengths to erase you from their lives, to diminish the “shame” on our family.- Rin, in an uncharacteristic lack of manners spitted on the ground and kicked a peeble. -I wish I would’ve punched her a bit more you know.- Gen smiled. -I never did thank ya and the others for saving my life, at least not fuckin' enough.- Rin also smiled, with a hint of sadness. -You saved me as well Gen, so you don’t need to say thanks.-
She gave him a light punch on the shoulder. -Just try not to do it again, I don’t know how many people I can get next time.- The former Spirit Boxer rubbed his shoulder as both entered the casino, looking around trying to notice anything weird. The whole contract was an excuse to get to the island, but maybe helping to solve whatever mystery was happening could tangentially help them. It always tend to be like that with Hidden World problems.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 12, 2016 5:34:39 GMT
Haruko also laughed at the strange Old West greeting they gave each other, placing her left hand in her pocket while her right hand held the drink. "Just here to help out on a mission from this guy." Suspecting that the security here knew of the contract, Haruko showed Arthur a tiny piece of paper with the word 'Henry' written on it. Putting the piece of paper back into her pocket, Haruko was about to continue...until a tall man leaped onto a slot machine next to them and called them 'kids'. Giving a small frown, Haruko read the man's ki signature...and vaguely recognized it. "First off, not a kid. Second, you sound familiar...just who are you?" The seamstress asks, while a woman with white hair and dressed in a suit came up to the trio, pointing at Huntsman.
"...Sir, you are not allowed to sit on the equipment." Reaching into her coat pocket, the woman pulled out a brass badge depicting a man holding the world on his back. "Lara Dawnguard, head of casino security. I'd advise you get off the machine now." Lara demanded, the chilling aura of her professionalism making Haruko stay silent during this exchange, letting whomever this weird guy is take the punishment for being a weirdo. Noticing a familiar ki signature she felt in Osaka a while ago, Haruko turns in the direction of Rin, also noticing Gen was there. Giving the two a small wave, Haruko tried to see if they saw her. Wow...Gen looked different than the last time she saw him.
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Seeing that his conversation partner had decided to run away, Sid sighs as he began feeling the ki signatures around the area. Huh, so that hot pink-haired chick from Osaka was here too? It looked like one of the scary-looking official people was dealing with that group right now, so Sid decided to stay with the past of least resistance and stayed at the bar, taking sips out of his drink. Just who else was here...and did they just add in a lot more security?
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"The silent type, huh? Fear not, for I am a gentleman and respect your desire to speak or not." Giving a small bow, the man smiled and looked up at Fumi. "My name is Josuke Dawnguard, pleasure to meet your acquaintance." The man elegantly states, beginning to play the card game with the puffy-haired thief. After Fumi wins via cheating, Josuke frowns slightly and puts more chips on the board. "Congratulations. I wish to have another round, if I may." Again, Fumi wins and claims his chips, the man forcefully placing double the amount on the table. "...one more round. My luck is sure to come around." It didn't, Josuke's expression growing more and more angry. Slamming down even more chips, he frowns at Fumi. "Fine, all the chips I have left! I can't lose now!" As the final cards were dealt...Fumi won once more...Josuke's face now bright red with anger. "Well screw you, too! You're all 'oh, I am too good to talk to losers'. You're just a bitch that probably cheated that entire time! Do you even have a name?! I don't care!" And with that, Josuke stomped off in rage, passing by MOG and Jose along the way.
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Post by Iris on Oct 12, 2016 6:05:10 GMT
Fumi merely wiggled her fingers in greeting before focusing back on the game; she hadn't come here to make friends and this chatty man was certainly not going to be an exception. Predictably, she was winning and cleaning this man entirely out, the entire time she still had that cat-like, smarmy smirk on her face. It felt good watching him place more and more chips down in frustration, and Fumi just simply continued forward with the intention of possessing all those lovely, shimmery chips.
Finally, seemed the man ran out along with his patience. Humming to herself, Fumi was scooping the light pile of chips in her arms as she leaned across the table, only to let out a slight "hm" as the man went utterly ballistic! So much for a 'gentleman'. Fumi let him go on his tirade, only to widely smile in a cheesy manner, holding a series of his chips between her fingers, allowing them to drop after as she wiggled her fingers in a smug sort of goodbye to the huffy man. No way in hell she'd give him her name after that!
Having decided she'd won enough, Fumi felt the jangle of a few idle chips in her pockets, rubbing her thumb across the smooth surface when she happened upon a...weird sight, to say the least. There was a tall person on the slot machine and their hair was so red! She'd never seen a color quite like that before. Staring rather blatantly, Fumi didn't quite watch where she was walking and soon found herself plowed right into something as solid as a wall. Grumbling to herself and rubbing her nose, the small girl looked up and saw quite possibly the bulkiest individual she'd ever met; disregarding the strange, powerful aura he gave off, Fumi instead found herself staring at his strange choice in colored clothing. A...pink suit? Well, figuring she'd already picked enough fights over her unnatural wins at the tables, Fumi balled up her small hand and made a quick rotation just once, offering an apology to the large guy. Seemed this place really did attract a lot of scary, or skeevy, types after all...
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 13, 2016 16:15:47 GMT
Arthur looked at the photo. "Oh, Haruko, I forgot!" He hugged her and whispered into her ear, "Don't talk about it out loud. We don't know if the walls have ears. Plus, this weird guy's here." He let go of her as the lady approached. She berated the strange person intruding on their conversation. Well, that takes care of that.
Suddenly, Haruko turned around and waived at someone. Following her gaze, Arthur saw Gen. In a tuxedo. He had to chuckle again. "Oh wow. Long time no see, Gen." He went over to the Shishioh siblings. "I can't believe you're wearing a suit! Ah, and Miss... Rin, was it? Nice to see you again, too."
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Post by Kuma on Oct 14, 2016 4:50:20 GMT
-Hello guys.- Gen was speaking in an uncharacteristically soft voice, a bit different to his usual loud-mouth. -You’re Cromwell-san, right?- Rin extended her hand to him. -And Miyata-san is also here, small world.- Rin seemed a bit more outgoing that what she used to be before. The Hot-Blooded Boxer then did something even less common on him and he bowed in front of Haruko. With his head still down he said. -I’m sorry I’m a bit late for this, but thanks for fu… for helpin’ me and my sister in Osaka pink… no..- He raised his head and extended his hand towards Haruko. -Haruko, thank ya.- It was clear that he was being honest, being totally straight-forward about his gratitude. Rin smiled to see this new side of her brother. Gen was thankful for meeting somebody who helped him before he could change his mind about really thanking them for their help. If being "dead" for a short period of time taught him something, it was that keeping friends at arm's length all the time, never letting them to get close was a waste of time as in the end his friends banded together, not once, but twice to save him. -Is nice to see ya too Arthur, haven't seen ya since the whole drama on that damn thief house.-
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 16, 2016 22:18:27 GMT
The Master bristled when Jose flipped the coin and demanded information. "That is not how bets work! I agreed to nothing!" The short man snarled, jabbing his finger at Jose's chin. "You agree to terms, then you gamble! I should have expected an upright man like you to not get gambling." The Master sighed and straightened up. "Here's my gamble. I can tell you where that little lady with the Gainen medal will be if I roll a 3 or under." A dice made of stone appeared in his hands out of nowhere.
"What are you willing to give me if I roll over? Nothing important of course. Perhaps a favor. Promise me you will visit a place I will plant in your brain. It will even help other people, so don't you worry your curly little head." His voice and eyes bore no hint of a lie, but they told of things unknown, depths of truth behind his words that Jose couldn't even guess at.
"Don't you fucking ignore me." Huntsman batted Arthur's head from his vantage point on the machine. "Right, different form. Perhaps that lemonade town would have been even more fun if I looked like this there, eh? It's Huntsman if you're still confused." The redhead's smile soured when the security guard told him to step down. For a second, he looked like he'd rather rip her head off, but he instead peacefully dropped to the floor. Not worth it. Not yet anyway.
Huntsman smiled again when Gen showed up. The punchy bastard didn't cross paths with Huntsman often, but his was pleasantly angry and muscular with a soft center of misery. Delicious. The extradimensional gunk wasn't appreciated though. That stuff should stay in its own damn dimension! "Well hello Gen. You're looking better than ever." Huntsman stared at Gen's facial scars, not like most would stare at scars but more like he was staring at Clover not long before. He didn't recognize the woman besides Gen, but she smelled enough like him that she was probably his sister. Whatever the case, she wasn't as interesting as Gen.
Dan's attention was pulled away from the decor of the building by a light impact on his leg. He glanced down to see a small woman. He would have mistaken her for a child, but Haruko had taught him what a tiny woman looked like, and Fumi was certainly that. His eyes followed the movement of her hand without understanding. Was that sign language? He didn't know that at all, but he could guess she was apologizing for bumping into him. "It's, uh, alright. Sorry..." What was he even supposed to say? Encounters like this were purely awkward. Why was it always with cute women too? It wasn't fair!
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 17, 2016 4:13:53 GMT
He looks at the Master of Games right in the eyes as he determines his next course of action. From what he can tell, the devil doesn't seem to be lying to him. But then again, he probably has perfected the dishonorable art. In the pit of his stomach he knew that dealing with this guy would be mistake, but when he heard his offer about the whereabouts of Cadence he couldn't help but be tempted. After all, he wanted to finish his fight with her. Not so much out of anger, or even as his duty as bounty hunter. But more due to his desire as a martial artist. A few seconds go by in silence before he finally decides what to do. "Okay." He looks at the imp who seems to enjoy the idea of gambling with him. "I don't care to play games." Maybe the master of games is slightly surprised, or perhaps annoyed the Demon God with his choice. "You tell me what I want to know, and I'll deal with whatever you want me to take care of. How does that sound to you?" As far as he can tell, this would be a win win situation for the both of them.
Chase continues to play and hang around. As he continues to collect free drinks, he couldn't help but wonder what it would take to be able to live here. As he fantasies about the prospect he begins to smile to himself. The idea of getting as many free drinks sounds pretty good. Yet, there is only one problem with this location. The one thing that prevents it being his dream spot. Looking up to examine the extremely large and noisy crowd, his eyes begin to take on a darker shade of green. So much so, there is almost a sinister look to his typically handsome face. For a second he could feel a dangerous urge rising to the surface, but thankfully he manages to close his eyes and block out the world around him for a few seconds as he regains his composure.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 23, 2016 2:35:39 GMT
Being pulled away by Arthur, Haruko rolled her eyes slightly at the ice mage. "I am aware, that's why I showed you that in the first place, Frosty. Come on, give me some credit here." She states with a small smirk, lightly tapping Arthur's chest with her elbow. Turning back to Gen and Rin, Haruko's eyes widened slightly as Gen bowed in front of her. He wasn't yelling, wore a suit, stopped himself from cursing, and showing gratitude...just what happened to this guy after she left him and the group back in the castle? Gen looked like a completely changed man. Giving a small smile, the seamstress accepts Gen's handshake, giving a smaller bow in response. "You're very welcome, Gen. I'm always happy to help a friend out. Wow, you've changed a lot since I last saw you." Haruko remarks, making a mental note to ask one of these two what happened later on.
Giving a frown to Huntsman as he tried hitting Arthur, Haruko turns her attention to Rin, seeing as Huntsman and Arthur were talking to Gen currently. Walking up to the youngest Shishioh, Haruko gives her a small look of confusion. "I have to ask...did anything major happen to you two since that castle thing? You seem much more confident...and he's completely changed." The seamstress asks, wanting to see just how much she's missed.
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Lara nods at Huntsman's cooperation, moving onto other parts of the casino. Strangely, one man appeared to look at the crowd with a sinister look on his face...then shut his eyes. King's Treasure did host many strange people, so Lara thought nothing of this and continued to monitor the establishment. Sid lowers his eyebrow slightly when he spots her walking by, making a mental note not to piss this chick off.
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Storming into a small observation booth overlooking the stadium, Josuke slams his fist down on a nearby table in anger. "Fucking bitch! I know for a fact she was cheating, but couldn't prove shit! Know what I'm talking about, Lance?" The boy asks. The man dressed in regal guard uniform merely points his sword into the air, looking accomplished. "Can't say that I do, Joe! When I gamble, it is only with machines! My hands are meant for swords, not petty parlor tricks!" The man declared, Josuke only rolling his eyes in response. "Whatever...let me guess, Carrigan is with her rich boyfriend and can't help...again?" "THAT IS CORRECT! But fear not! Clover and Lara's security forces are more than enough for any fool that dares try to break through the barricade! And should they fail..." A wide, cocky grin appeared on the man's face. "WE SHALL SMITE THEM FOR THE GLORY OF THE SUPREME LEADER!"
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Post by Iris on Oct 23, 2016 15:31:49 GMT
Making a finger gun with her right hand, Fumi winked and clicked her tongue in acknowledgement towards Dan's own apology before stuffing her right hand into her large jacket's pocket. Pressing her way between Dan and another member walking into the casino, Fumi passed by particularly close to the pink-suited man, all while the hand stuffed in her pocket was actually absent through the entire transaction.
Smoky and wispy, mingling within the simple haze the Casino gave, Fumi's hand snaked its way into Dan's pocket, the one she'd noted was slightly bigger than the other, showing the faint outline of something rectangular that she was more than acquainted with. Giving one final 'accidental' bump into Dan, Fumi walked backwards with a quiet laugh, bringing her left hand up to make the similar signing motion she had earlier, but this time the smile she had spoke volumes of how much trouble she could cause unattended.
Making her casual retreat through the casino doors, Fumi waited until she was slightly further away from the Casino and whistled a small tune to herself as she pulled the worn wallet from her pocket. Flipping it open, she looked at the few bills inside and stopped her whistling only to sigh. This...wasn't a lot, frankly. A barren as hell wallet with some assorted bills that barely broke $100. She could have made that money twice over within just a few minutes at a table...oh well. The wallet would look nicely in her collection! Snapping it shut, she deposited her hand back into her pocket while smiling all the while, the wallet no longer in her hand and a few wisps of smoke exiting the now empty pocket. As fun as this was...she had a job to do.
Still whistling, Fumi tried to simply act as a curious pedestrian, walking around the outer bits of the grand-standing wall. The small tune simply rose to an impressed whistle as she admired the literal fortress of a wall she was supposed to somehow get in to. It didn't have any apparent weaknesses...and she'd have to get a closer look to even find out. Standing a little too close to the wall and pondering, Fumi considered what her options were. It'd be so much easier if she could find a window...a drainpipe...something!
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