Post by Sachiko Kazumi on Sept 12, 2018 16:14:24 GMT -4
Sachi had been a little antsy ever since her boss had apparently been incapacitated after his display at the hospital. She didn't fully understand his desires in antagonizing the quirkers of UA with his plans just yet, but all the same, he was who she had set her sites on in place of her own family. As the practical head and face of the Yakuza right now, Sachi wanted solely to get in his good books and was willing to go to any lengths she could. In this case...breaking into a military base just to allow him to have the chance to escape. Yes. Very good sachi. Before your career in the family had even begun you were risking something worse than a jail sentence. Getting shot.
Having worked her way through the base the past few days, a loose rumor here or there told her her boss was being held somewhere in the armory section, a secluded area surrounded by guns. Sounded like the best place to keep him, the moment he escaped he'd have every gun in the place trained on him afterall. She'd narrowed down the potential hiding spot a fair bit, and now had managed to coerce the Logistics expert Yoshida into giving her a tour. Apparently the fellow was always gunning for a promotion, and having convinced him she was a reporter for a local newspaper, walking alongside him through some of the more private areas of the base. They'd talked about doing a potential piece on the base with nothing but good words, so long as they could get a few exclusives on what the base was hiding behind closed doors. Of course, Sachi had no intention of staying by his side long, and even now plans were already in motion to lose him.
"So as you can see, even with the impressive railgun on display, our military might is great enough to defend this fine land from even the most dangerous of quirkers." He smiled proudly, already thinking of the praise he'd get for allowing them to write such a good story for the military. Sachi pretended to make notes, when suddenly, Yoshida let out a hiss and grasped the back of his palm, only just noticing the faint trickle of blood that had somehow made it's way all the way down to his fingers...how long had he been bleeding and had only now just felt it. He must have pricked it on a piece of machinery earlier and not...realized...how...
The thoughts faded from his mind rapidly as consciousness soon followed, his body falling down to it's knees and his head hitting the floor just a moment later. Sachi remained still to watch him fall, twiddling the pen she'd been pretending to make notes with between her fingers, clicking the end and revealing that rather than retracting the pen's nib into the pen, it extended a needle like tip through the nib itself. She pressured this fine point against a wall, snapping the needle from the pen before sliding it into her pocket, rapidly abandoning the now unconscious logistics expert, leaving small items behind as she did. The pen-needle, the note pad she'd pathetically scribbled in, and pulled a zip on her skirt that had it turn from a short pencil skirt to a longer number with a split down the sides that let her legs flow freely outside it's limits, her blouse undone and tied into a note so it'd be less constrictive and stuffy, revealing just a faint sliver of midrift and the black lace on her purple bra.
Before long she was in the areas of the base no one had been to ever since it had opened, par the military members themselves. Her footsteps remained quiet as she carefully slipped through the halls around them, still carying the purse that supposedly had held her note-taking devices like a tape recorder and such, but another lie to be sure. She took a few small rocks from her purse, and looked down the hall. She flung her arm 3 times with a closed palm, then slowly laid the rocks on the ground where she stood, sneaking around the back of one of the military privates, holding up 3 fingers infront of her nose, and releasing her hold on her quirk. The three rocks she'd pretended to throw suddenly flung down the hall with the delayed force she'd put upon them, creating a noise far away the private would follow, allowing Sachi to slip past him. She tugged sharply on the keycard attatched to his waist, taking it from him, and leaving him with the soft sting of his waistband slapping back against him that he'd feel a short while later once he'd investigated the source of the noise.
Swiping the card allowed her access to the depths of the base, riding a brief elevator down into the darkness, and emerging to the soft light of a poorly lit cell, her heels now gently clicking against the floor as she walked across the floor surrounding the closed containment of her boss, a soft, tender smile forming on her lips before she elbowed the outer surface, draping her body against it like something from a pin up magazine, having heard the rumors of her boss liking himself some eye candy...and as she said, she'd do anything to get ahead, so why not make a good first impression.
"I hear someone's been a naughty boy, sir thunder. Perchance, would a certain head of family be in need of some company in his tight accomodations?~"
Having worked her way through the base the past few days, a loose rumor here or there told her her boss was being held somewhere in the armory section, a secluded area surrounded by guns. Sounded like the best place to keep him, the moment he escaped he'd have every gun in the place trained on him afterall. She'd narrowed down the potential hiding spot a fair bit, and now had managed to coerce the Logistics expert Yoshida into giving her a tour. Apparently the fellow was always gunning for a promotion, and having convinced him she was a reporter for a local newspaper, walking alongside him through some of the more private areas of the base. They'd talked about doing a potential piece on the base with nothing but good words, so long as they could get a few exclusives on what the base was hiding behind closed doors. Of course, Sachi had no intention of staying by his side long, and even now plans were already in motion to lose him.
"So as you can see, even with the impressive railgun on display, our military might is great enough to defend this fine land from even the most dangerous of quirkers." He smiled proudly, already thinking of the praise he'd get for allowing them to write such a good story for the military. Sachi pretended to make notes, when suddenly, Yoshida let out a hiss and grasped the back of his palm, only just noticing the faint trickle of blood that had somehow made it's way all the way down to his fingers...how long had he been bleeding and had only now just felt it. He must have pricked it on a piece of machinery earlier and not...realized...how...
The thoughts faded from his mind rapidly as consciousness soon followed, his body falling down to it's knees and his head hitting the floor just a moment later. Sachi remained still to watch him fall, twiddling the pen she'd been pretending to make notes with between her fingers, clicking the end and revealing that rather than retracting the pen's nib into the pen, it extended a needle like tip through the nib itself. She pressured this fine point against a wall, snapping the needle from the pen before sliding it into her pocket, rapidly abandoning the now unconscious logistics expert, leaving small items behind as she did. The pen-needle, the note pad she'd pathetically scribbled in, and pulled a zip on her skirt that had it turn from a short pencil skirt to a longer number with a split down the sides that let her legs flow freely outside it's limits, her blouse undone and tied into a note so it'd be less constrictive and stuffy, revealing just a faint sliver of midrift and the black lace on her purple bra.
Before long she was in the areas of the base no one had been to ever since it had opened, par the military members themselves. Her footsteps remained quiet as she carefully slipped through the halls around them, still carying the purse that supposedly had held her note-taking devices like a tape recorder and such, but another lie to be sure. She took a few small rocks from her purse, and looked down the hall. She flung her arm 3 times with a closed palm, then slowly laid the rocks on the ground where she stood, sneaking around the back of one of the military privates, holding up 3 fingers infront of her nose, and releasing her hold on her quirk. The three rocks she'd pretended to throw suddenly flung down the hall with the delayed force she'd put upon them, creating a noise far away the private would follow, allowing Sachi to slip past him. She tugged sharply on the keycard attatched to his waist, taking it from him, and leaving him with the soft sting of his waistband slapping back against him that he'd feel a short while later once he'd investigated the source of the noise.
Swiping the card allowed her access to the depths of the base, riding a brief elevator down into the darkness, and emerging to the soft light of a poorly lit cell, her heels now gently clicking against the floor as she walked across the floor surrounding the closed containment of her boss, a soft, tender smile forming on her lips before she elbowed the outer surface, draping her body against it like something from a pin up magazine, having heard the rumors of her boss liking himself some eye candy...and as she said, she'd do anything to get ahead, so why not make a good first impression.
"I hear someone's been a naughty boy, sir thunder. Perchance, would a certain head of family be in need of some company in his tight accomodations?~"
