The Day That Tokyo Stood Still RP Feb 2, 2021 2:40:17 GMT
Post by Kuma on Feb 2, 2021 2:40:17 GMT
4th of May - 2018 - JHWAB Kanto HQ - Loading Bay
The tall concrete columns of what was built under the guise of rainwater storage and flood prevention facility, later transported through advanced Barrier Magic, shifting its location with the current one, stand tall in the silent loading bay of the JHWAB Kanto HQ. Norio Bushitora, Senior Inspector of the Intelligence Branch walks away from one of the teleportation charms set for Shirokumo, after sending Callis Nomene, one of the rising stars of the military branch towards a mission much more important than he knows. “I wish he would loosen up a bit, I get he is a drifter and he doesn’t get half of our customs, but he should relax for once”. Norio thought about Callis since he was tasked with being his handler and sometimes he couldn’t take how unyieldingly serious and stoic the Beast Knight could be.
-Old man!- A younger voice, very similar to his, called him out. Norio turned around to see Shin Bushitora, his son, walking towards him, covered head to toe in a sticky blue fluid. -What the hell happened to you?- Norio asked, shocked at the view of his son. -Just came back from Hokkaido, we had to deal with a Yuki-Onna that decided that the current status quo wasn’t cutting for her and that fresh bodies we provide aren’t as delectable as live targets.- Shin smiled displaying his blade to his father. -She was shouting something about “The thrill of the hunt” when I decapitated her, Heian style.- The Military Branch officer’s grin was a bit unnerving to his father, as Norio couldn’t fathom where did this bloodthirsty edge his son had come from. 7 years ago, before Shin had joined the JHWAB, Norio basically didn’t know anything about his son apart from him obtaining a scholarship to study history. 6 months after that Shin joined the JHWAB as an intern.
-Please take a shower before going to report your work. Subaru won’t like seeing you covered in the blood of a possible relative.- Norio wisely advised as he knew that the Intelligence Branch leader, as almost anybody knew, was a descendant of a Yuki-Onna. -Yeah, I know, last time he froze my underwear solid.- Father and Son walked towards the entrance to the barracks, one of the many buildings constructed inside this massive open space underground. -So pops, are you handling the whole “Diplomatic meeting thing”?- Shin asked as they passed through several layers of defensive barriers that scanned them. Since the attack of Ikari Fukushi years ago, the defensive measures of the HQ had been beefed up. -Yes, and you’re coming too, you’ll be part of the security detail for the DMO.- Shin rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. -So I don’t even get to rest? Why don’t you get your furry wonder boy?-
Norio let out a sigh of frustration. -I can’t send him, he is still under the “Tobio Protocol'', so he is handling an issue in Shirokumo instead of being involved with international diplomacy.- Shin nods knowing what that meant, a rule that kept Drifters from handling high-level diplomatic work for at least 5 years. -Oh, yeah, I kinda forget he is a drifter sometimes.- Norio rudely snorted. -You forgot that the cat-looking magical knight from another dimension is a drifter… Sometimes I think you’ve gotten hit too many times in the head kiddo.- The younger Bushitora glares silently at his father while they keep advancing. Without saying another word Shin turns to the right and enters the locker room. Norio stops for a second, attempting to say something, but finally decides against it, shaking his head and keeping on walking towards his destination. As his son mentioned a “diplomatic meeting thing” was about to go down, one he couldn’t inform Callis about because of the aforementioned “Tobio Protocol'' a rule created 10 years ago by the JHWAB after a Drifter who joined their ranks ended up being a sleeper agent. So currently most if not all not vetted Drifters are kept in supervision for 5 years and stopped from participating in high diplomatic missions, except if they are working apart from the JHWAB or if they have direct supervision from their monitoring officer. As Norio was going to be busy with something apart from the DMO group, he had to send Callis to handle the check-up of Shirokumo.
Immersed in his own thoughts, Norio kept walking towards his destination and didn’t realize somebody was calling him out until a large hand, wrapped in designer’s leather gloves, grabbed his shoulder. -What do you think you are d- The Senior Inspector was about to go off on whoever did that, but once he turned around, the hulking and impeccably dressed frame of Iosif Sveda, Senior Accountant of the Economic Branch, a man always dressed to the nines and known for his uncanny power, capable of creating inescapable contracts and forms. Not known to many, he was, in reality, the Shindou of Bureaucracy, but discussing Gainen related topics was a Taboo in the bureau. -Mr. Bushitora!- Iosif smiled while his heavy gloved hand fell multiple times on Norio’s shoulder, each time pushing the Senior Inspector a couple of centimeters down. The older Bushitora removed Iosif’s hand and looked at the Savant Bureaucrat with tired eyes. -Iosif? What do you need now?- Norio had seen Iosif this week more than he had ever seen him in 20 years working for the JHWAB.
-I need you to sign something.- Iosif explained with a radiant customer service smile, extending a notepad with a series of forms. Norio sighed as he felt the weight of bureaucratic procedure slowly crunch his soul into a broken accordion. -Another one? Really? Do you want me to use my blood this time?- Norio dramatically extended his finger, expecting to get pricked by a needle. -No, please, just a pen, I need this approved by a Senior Intelligence Inspector, for the Job Fair and Expo for Inazuma Gakuen.- The older Bushitora looked at Iosif with shock. -Wait… That is today?- Iosif nodded. -For real?- Iosif nodded once again. -Did you forget? I asked you to be the guide three months ago, you said it was okay.- The Senior Inspector groaned. -I did say that, didn’t I? Can’t we delay it?- Iosif shook his head. -We can’t many of the students coming have a lot of contacts, even my goddaughter is coming, she is a fourth-year student, one of the group leaders.-
Norio’s eyes narrowed into slits as he tried to remember something, his hand stroking his beard. -Oh! The daughter of the ambassador? How was her name? Ra.. ra…- Iosif gently interrupted his friend. -Raisa, Raisa Ubiysty. She is coming alongside other 3rd years and some talented third and second-year students to check out possible job offers in the Military, Intelligence, and Cultural branches.- Norio once again rolled his eyes, frustration radiating out of him like light from a gas lamp. -Students actually want to work here? The hours are shit, the work is hard and we barely get any vacations… Wouldn’t they want to get a tour of the Bounty Hunter Association in Kyoto or in Hokkaido, I have people there.- Iosif, standing almost two heads over Norio, looked down at the Senior Inspector with a tinge of anger. The light overhead casting a shadow over his face, only allowing his eyes to be seen, shining with the menace of a famished bear in the middle of a snowstorm looking for prey.
-Okay, no need to get like that Iosif, I know I owe one for handling the paperwork.- Iosif smiled, handing the notepad to Norio and placing his large leather-covered hand over the Senior Inspector’s shoulder. -Thank you so much Inspector Bushitora.- And with that, he turned around and went back towards his office, while adding, without turning back. - And you owe 44 plus 32 of your son and feel lucky I don’t count Nomene’s.- Norio stood there, despondent, only managing to utter. -Why don't you count them?- Iosif turned around with a radiant smile and added. -You’re a rat bastard and I actually like him.- And with that said he entered his office leaving Norio alone. The Senior Inspector, defeated, sighed and started checking the paperwork. The Inazuma Students were about to arrive. Norio signed the papers, taking responsibility for the kids, and turned around walking back to the teleportation bay, where, in a matter of minutes, the Inazuma contingent would arrive. As he did, he picked up his communicator and called Roshi, telling him he would be late, he had other previous assignments to complete.
Roshi Yasumori, the leader of the JHWAB and one of the most powerful Omnyo practitioners in Japan, was flanked by Eien no Ha, the Military Branch leader on his right, and Subaru Yukishiro, director of the Intelligence Branch on his left. Behind them a small group of notable members of the Taisho Families, some of the founding fathers of the JHWAB, and their descendants. Closing the contingent was Moe Akagitsune, the Economic Branch head. She was being protected by Gara, a rising star of the military branch. Roshi solemnly led the procession towards the “Official Gate” used only for important guests, rather than the pragmatic teleportation charms in the main hangar. Much less solemnly Moe Akagitsune, one of the very few full-blooded yokai in a position of power inside the JHWAB, was yawning and sneakily scratching the side of her chin, hiding both actions behind her ornate scarlet fan. Gara, standing behind her, rolled his eyes at her behavior.
-Could you please stop that Akagitsune-sama?- He asked in a hushed voice, attempting and failing to be both respectful and authoritative. The Kitsune looked down at Gara, who as tall as he was, was dwarfed by the sheer stature of Moe. -Oh, the faded star is telling me something, but its shine can’t reach me.- The mere mention of that nickname hurt Gara, deeply, but he managed to keep his cool, he always did, he always made an effort to accomplish that. -Please Akagitsune-sama, could be so kind to behave?- The Kitsune perfect porcelain mask of a face turned into a sly smile. -Oh, did I struck a nerve, are you sad that nobody is talking about how you’re the youngest Military Branch officer anymore? Sad you aren’t the hotshot anymore?- Gara was really hurt as if a dagger was being twisted in his heart. But apart from a momentary twitch of his lower eyelid, he didn’t give any signs of discomfort.
-I beg of you Akagitsune-sama, Yasumori-sama asked me to remind you of the need to maintain poise, so we don’t embarrass ourselves with the foreign dignitaries.- Moe looked at him with a mixture of amusement and condescendence. -How old are you fading star? 40 years old?- Gara attempted to correct her, but Moe continued, trampling over his weak attempt to reply. -I’m over 500 years old, one would think that with age comes wisdom and patience, but that’s a lie people who live, like you, less than what it takes me to chose my clothes in the morning, say to make themselves feel better.- The Kitsune’s frame almost seemed to get larger as she talked, her presence eclipsing Gara’s even more than before. -I…- Gara attempted to talk, but the bloodlust oozing out of Moe was like toxic fumes, he inhaled a whiff and his throat felt like it was burning. -I don’t need a snot-nosed pissant brat to tell me what to do or how to do it, much less a pathetic excuse for a man who gets crossed when he isn’t the center of attention.-
Gara stopped walking, as most of the other members of the contingent did, all focused on the confrontation and fell to one knee. Moe neck gradually tilted to the side, her crimson eyes still locked on the young Military Branch Officer, shining like hot embers, and her fanged smile hidden behind her ornate fan. Gara fell to his knees, his hands grasping for his neck as if he was attempting to catch the air itself that was escaping his lungs. -How does this feel, fading star? Can you feel your years slip away, like sand in your hands?- Moe took a step forward, and gently used her now closed fan to tap Gara in the forehead. The proud military branch officer fell to the ground without any resistance, a wet spot appearing on his pants. Roshi, who had to walk from the top of the contingent and reach the back, arrived just in time to see Gara on the floor convulsing while a puddle of urine formed under him. The Old Leader glared at Moe, who smugly smiled, looking down to the old man.
-Akagitsune-san back to your office.- Roshi whispered. Moe’s vulpine smile widened. Roshi noticed that and raised his voice. -You know what?- He said, getting Moe’s attention. -Not your office.- The Ancient Kitsune lifted one of her eyebrows, showing her curiosity. -What do you mean?- She asked, but before she heard a reply, she felt a charm hit her chest. She didn’t even notice Roshi using Omnyojutsu. In a split second a pillar of smoke replaced Moe and when it cleared up, a large Komainu statue replaced her. Or to be precise she turned into one. Roshi cleared his throat and 4 individuals fell from above. They were completely dressed in black, with tight hoods covering most of their faces. Untrained eyes would think they’re shinobi, but in actuality, they were “Kuroko'' servants clad in black meant to be in the shadows and help without being seen. -Carry Akagitsune to a prison cell, one of the stronger ones, carry the military officer to the infirmary, and clean this up, we can’t allow our reputation to be tarnished even further or we will be the laughingstock of the Hidden World.- The Kuroko nodded and left carrying the statue and Gara, while two more dropped from above and began cleaning.
Roshi turned around and continued leading the contingent approach to the official entrance to the JHWAB Kanto HQ, also known as the Azure Sky Gate. At first glance, the location seemed mundane and not very formal, but in reality, it was oozing with history from every stone. A massive Torii stood at the end of the path, in a floating square composed of packed stones. Inside the Torii a swirling blue portal that would connect with the invitations sent to every single Hidden World Organization known to the JHWAB. Roshi didn’t want to do this, but it was high past time to take action as the situation only got worse and worse. The Old Leader never trusted organizations from foreign countries, many ended up working directly under the government, unlike the JHWAB that was merely funded by it. But the crisis at hand couldn’t be handled only by his organization and it was spilling out, it had spilt out, more than once. But before he could keep pondering about the situation, the first guest appeared, crossing the blue portal into the stone Courtyard.
Minister Hou, of the Chinese Hidden World Affairs Office, appeared out of the Torii, dressed in an impeccable black suit with a red tie with a golden star tiepin. His black and grey hair slicked back and minimalist glasses on his eyes. He was flanked by two individuals. On his right was his personal bodyguard, Mingzhi, a young man dressed in very simple black clothing and sporting a bald head. On his left was Garo Takayama, former JHWAB agent and currently working for the BHA. He was hired by Hou to serve both a translator and to help him navigate the bureaucratic entanglements of the JHWAB. -Mr. Yasumori, how good it is to see you.- Hou spoke in Japanese with some effort, mostly pre-rehearsed lines and formalities. His pronunciation wasn’t exactly right, but it was passable enough. Roshi nodded and in perfect chinese, thanks to an Omnyo charm, he replied. -Thanks for assisting to this meeting in such a short notice, I hope this is the start of a friendship between our organizations.-
Hou couldn’t avoid showing a hint of discomfort about Roshi’s tone. The shrewd politician in him was shouting out warnings about the JHWAB Leader’s seemingly diplomatic tone and offer, but Hou silenced that part of him and extended his hand a gesture welcomed by Roshi who replied in kind. Garo silently nodded at Eien no Ha with a smirk, as the Military Branch Leader was surprised by his former subordinate presence. -Please, follow my staff to your accommodations.- Roshi invited Hou as 6 Kuroko manifested from inside Roshi’s shadow and knelt in front of the Chinese Delegation, extending their hands to pick up their luggage. As Hou left another group arrived, composed by two organizations with little to no contact, at least on the surface. The two leading figures were glaring at each other with a mixture of anger and annoyance. They were twins, equals except in attire and two small details. The one on the right had a very dark tan, silver hair and silver eyes, his hair was combed to the right buzzcutted on the sides. He was wearing a white suit with a hawaiian shirt and sandals. His twin had very pale skin, golden eyes and hair that was combed to the left. He was wearing traditional japanese formal wear.
Gin and Kin Torakami are the twin sons of a minor battle deity from an island in the south of the Japanese Archipelago. During their younger years, around 20 years ago, they were absolute pains in the ass for the JHWAB as they constantly attacked other Hidden World Denizens. The Torakami Brothers were absolute nightmares, until they started fighting over the same woman and their parents decided to send one of them to Brazil to live with some relatives. That was the intensity of the hatred they shared, that they had to put an ocean in-between them. Gin ended up going to Brazil and landed a job in the DMO (Departamento Mundo Oculto) while his brother Kin ended up climbing the ranks of the BHA, becoming the supervisor of the whole southern branch of Japan. Now both were sent as representatives of their organizations, without realizing that their hatred didn’t vanish with the years, it only aged like a fine wine, becoming deeper and darker. They were growling at each other, their eyes locked one against the other, but as soon as Roshi gave a light tap of his cane on the floor they stopped their posturing.
-Welcome to the JHWAB HQ gentlemen, please, follow my staff to your accommodations.- Roshi politely asked as the Kuroko manifested out of his shadow. Gin took the word with a strange accent, as if his stay in Brazil degraded his japanese. -Thank you old- He stopped for a second and remembered who he was talking to. -I mean Mr. Yasumori.- He gestured to his entourage, a woman dressed like an executive secretary, with ebony skin and white hair and a man dressed in a lab coat and covered head to toe in bandages, obscuring his face, only showing his eyes and his mouth. -I thank you in the name of the DMO and my companions.- Before Gin could continue with the pleasantries his brother interrupted. -And I thank you in the name of all the members of the BHA Yatagarasu’s Branch and all the BHA members across the world.- Kin smiled arrogantly at his brother, trying to even look a bit taller. Gin didn’t even doubt for a moment and his head clashed against his brother’s pushing forehead against forehead. -ACROSS THE WORLD!? You don’t have the authority for that you ugly motherfucker!- Kin replied in kind, putting pressure against his brother’s forehead. -You’re the ugly one, mother must’ve popped you out through her back door!-
The twins growled like wild dogs fighting over a piece of meat until Roshi gave another tap with his cane on the floor and in an instant they split apart and regained a modicum of composure. -Please, follow my staff and go to your separate accommodations.- The Old Leader made emphasis in the world separate, as a warning and a threat to them. Thankfully they left without much trouble. Roshi sighed as soon as they left the Azure Sky Gate. -Subaru, did you find a replacement for Norio?- He asked the Intelligence Branch Director. The Cold Hearted Director nodded.- I requested support from the Culture Branch, Eiko Kintategami is handling the BHA representative and Yukio Shiraginu himself is in charge of the DMO representatives accommodations.-
Roshi nodded and Subaru continued. -We’ve been drawing more people from the Culture Branch into other roles during the Joint Hidden World talks, they’ve been quite free after we cancelled most events before and after this event.- The heir of the Yuki-Onna also added. -We could save a lot of money if we keep those activities cancelled we can dissolve the Culture Branch and reassign the agents into the remaining branches.- Subaru kept giving out his cold assessment. -Not only would be a way to save money but also it would lower the risk of being found out, the Culture Branch has the most requests for clean up crews and the Intelligence Branch is understaffed and underfunded.- Roshi waved his hand, asking for silence. -We have much larger concerns at the moment than the efficiency of this organization Yukishiro.- And with that Roshi turned around to wait for the next groups to arrive at the Azure Sky Gate, he would greet them by order of arrival.
Norio tapped his foot against the floor as he waited for the Inazuma School contingent. He reminded himself never to end up in Iosif’s debt again, or his future would surely involve more demeaning tasks like this one. For a moment he thought about Callis’ mission, worried about the lack of contact and reminded himself that the coverage in Shirokumo is spotty at best. Plus it was surely a routine mission, I mean, how problematic could a check-up of the prison be. The Old Inspector leaned against one of the massive pillars holding the hangar and just as he did the first of the students came walking through a portal. Raisa Ubiysty arrived leading the group of students. -Raisa Ubiysty, Inazuma Gakuen 3rd Year, reporting.- Behind her other students arrived, maybe possible future officers of the JHWAB. Norio sighed and replied. -I’m Norio Bushitora, Senior Inspector of the JHWAB Intelligence Branch, welcome to the JHWAB Kanto HQ.-