The Day That Tokyo Stood Still RP May 24, 2021 1:25:40 GMT
Post by Kuma on May 24, 2021 1:25:40 GMT
Other communities and groups from Japan had arrived through the Azure Gate, with lower-ranking members of the JHWAB serving as a welcoming committee. The Myth Soldiers from Shinwa-mura arrived thanks to an invitation from their liaisons with the JHWAB, attempting to integrate them more into the community, as many members of the more mystical side of the Hidden World disliked them on the principle that some of their ancestors were kidnapped and used as raw materials for the genetical alterations that created the Myth Soldiers. Houzi Nagare, the leader of Shinwa-mura came alongside Daikichi and Daigoro two Oni Myth Soldier twins. Most Yokai despised them and had more often than not been excluded from certain benefits granted to groups protected by the JHWAB, usually because the officials sent to check on them happened to be of actual Yokai blood and felt like they should put their family values over the organization’s
Without much support from the “official government” the Myth Soldiers had to take help from everywhere else, some managed to negotiate with other countries’ organizations, like the MI13 or other European organization as some of their fathers and grandfathers were actual soldiers experimented on. Houzi was coming to this conference not caring a lot about the JHWAB’s info, actually planning to use it as a platform to help his people, plus he wanted to return something he was carrying but wasn’t his own. He was ready to do any kind of trade or agreement, to any personal cost of his own, if it could mean helping his embattled brethren. He managed to score a meeting with at least two groups and was ready to attempt impromptu meetings with as many organizations as he could, anything for the safety of the Myth Soldiers. Houzi was desperate, as most of his contacts in the Hidden World at large had vanished.
He still had one benefactor, who was the one who actually got him into the conference, strong-arming and shaming the JHWAB officers that put the Myth Soldiers down. It was all thanks to some of the youngest members of his community that linked him up with the owner of the Garyuu Trading Company. He helped them when nobody else would.
Another small group of three involved an official from the actual Japanese Government, sent to inspect the conference and avoid any kind of diplomatic snafus. His name was Gonzaburo Nagaoka, a short and unassuming man coming from a very long line of politicians and bureaucrats who held in high regard their family line and ancestry, tracing it to the Sengoku Jidai, being politicians for most of the modern era of Japan, since the Meiji Restoration. Flanking him were two bodyguards hired by the government for him, they were Hidden World Denizens and they were supposed to keep him safe, but they were currently batting way over their league on this meeting.
One of them was a tall man, built like a cement truck with a heavy coat obscuring his whole body and a wide brim hat atop his head. His movements were slow and prodding as if he weighed 5 times as much as he looked, and that might be the case, considering the imprint he left each time he took a step on the carpeted floors of the lobby right after the Azure gate. The second one was a petite young man or woman, it was quite hard to tell, dressed with a metallic jacket with neon straps crossing his/her chest. He/she has fiery red hair, with the sides sporting a buzzcut and the top twisted into a wavy mohawk/braid that fell down to his lower back. He/she had his/her head turned down, focusing on a handheld game console.
-This place looks extremely ostentatious, what a waste of money and resources.- Gonzaburo looked around, really disapproving of everything he laid his eyes on. -And they didn’t have a welcome committee for me, what poor show of protocol and manners.- The Bureaucrat wasn’t aware that the JHWAB only paid lip service about being part of the mundane government as they had their own finances and their own mission, they just existed in the same territory, but both organizations didn’t collaborate as much, and neither was actually in control of the other. -They take more care in greeting foreigners than a member of their government, have they no shame?- He couldn’t avoid raising his voice, but nobody was actually caring about him at all. He turned around. -You two, stop shuffling around and carry my bags.- He threw his luggage at the tall one. -I must speak with whoever runs this atrocious circus and elevate my complaints to him.- He walked forward grumbling.
Paprika and Crevil sighed, they had to take this job to make due and the Japanese government literally hired the cheapest Hidden Worlders they could find for the job, as the JHWAB refused to provide an escort for Secretary Nagaoka. -I miss Ginger.- Crevil picked up Gonzaburo’s luggage. -Do you receive a message from her?- The Russian Cyborg asked in broken Japanese, as his employer ordered him to only talk in the local language. Paprika shook his head, extending a hand with his phone screen facing Crevil. The screen had Paprika’s email main page and no new messages were reported. -Ugh, I wish Ginger was around, she picked the best jobs.- Her leader and the one who usually decided which jobs to pick took some time for herself, having to sort herself out.
-Don’t stay standing there you dullards!- Gonzaburo shouted at them while frantically gesturing for them to follow him. -Do your jobs while I search for whoever is responsible for such a slight against me, my family, and the Japanese government.- He left grumbling with Paprika and Crevil shuffling behind him. -Really miss Ginger.- Crevil lamented again with a sigh.
Norio was suffering from a mixture of shock, disbelief, and concern. The first one came from encountering a Gainen Medal, a very delicate, very important artifact, one that would be central to the conference he was currently missing thanks to these brats, in hands of one the brats. The second came from Sid’s attitude to the whole thing, he was cool as a cucumber, even when confronted for carrying the equivalent of a tactical nuke on his person. Finally, he was concerned that this could affect the conference in some way, so he decided to act decisively.
-I will have to ask yo- Norio attempted to start talking but somebody interrupted him, while attempting to be well mannered about it.
-Excuse me Bushitora-dono?- The soft voice came from the back of the group and gradually got close, moving through the first-year students. -I think my fellow student told you what happened.- Finally, he went through the first line of on-lookers. He was red-skinned and well built, as he talked he revealed a set of sharp fangs and two small bone horns crowned his forehead. His hair was pure fire, flicking around his horns. Toramaru Nagare, another of the older students who were at the end of the group serving as a chaperone, like Raisa, approached Norio.
-I remember you, weren’t you involved in that whole mess in Osaka?- Norio asked, trying to look inside his memories to remember the teen’s name.
-Yes, that wasn’t my best moment, I’m Toramaru Nagare by the way.- The Flaming Oni Myth Soldier replied. -But that isn’t the point here.- He extended a laminated piece of paper towards Norio. -I think you should see this sir, it was given to me by the headmaster and head of the board of directors of Inazuma Gakuen.-
Raisa looked at Toramaru with a puzzled expression. She was leading the group and she didn’t get anything like that, Toramaru even joined up at the last second, he had been doing isolation training with one of the teachers and dropped by unannounced to the group, serving as another chaperone for the tour.
Norio picked up the laminated page and read it. If Sid was close enough he might be able to get a peek if he leaned in, but that might be considered to be an offensive move. If he risked it he might be able to see something of what was written. Norio read it attentively and stood there for almost 30 solid seconds.
-I see.- Norio turned to Sid. -You’re lucky your school managed to get such permissions, young man.- For a moment Norio considered giving the medal back, but he shook his head. -I’ll keep the medal until you leave and then we will schedule an interview to find out where did you get it, but for now, let’s continue the tour.- And with that, he turned to the rest of the group.
-Everyone, follow behind me in a double line and remember that if you fall on a bottomless pit or piss off a Yokai I won’t help you.- And with that ominous line, Norio started walking towards the main buildings.
Raisa kept focusing on Toramaru, something was really wrong with him and she couldn’t put her finger on it.
-One shot of Cachaca, please, no ice.- A young man sat down at the same counter Morgan was sitting, a couple of chairs apart. He had a navy blue two-piece suit with an open sky blue shirt and white shoes. The suit had a strange pattern of dark red spiraling lines. He had deeply tanned skin and white hair, his eyes were of an intense red, and had vertical irises. He downed the drink in one go and turned around on the chair, back against the counter looking around. He glanced at Morgan. -What’re you reading there Amigo?-
Roshi, surrounded by guards, was already inside the main conference room reviewing the material for the meeting and his initial speech. Because of this, he didn’t detect certain things going on outside, things he had been ready for, but couldn’t even consider happening right now with all the security. Things were developing outside and they were beyond his control.