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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Nov 24, 2018 14:20:35 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away When you had a gossip column, and yet your colleagues did not know who the original writer of that column was, it was perhaps easier and yet difficult to get them to gossip. Now that she had her own column, she sank very low on the suspect list, she also made sure to write very differently on her normal blog than on the Scandal one. It was a full-time job to work those things out and to make sure she resisted her sarcasm on a daily basis. Right now she just stepped out of the huge building that housed a lot of the metropolitan workers, perhaps even other platforms that she did not know nor cared about. She was on the sixth floor and that was basically all she knew about it, some of the other floors were familiar to her, especially when the parties around this part of the year were going on. She held on to her bag, swung her left hand out to beckon a taxi to pick her up when a truck passed her. She had heard her colleague about some strange business going on at Ketsujo Corp, things disappearing and yet not really being asked for a reprimand or anything from the higher heads within the company. Why not, if you had loss? She narrowed her eyes and thought about it, didn't the company work with the hospital? It was not going that way and neither was it going towards the compound not very far from here. The taxi stopped while she thought about that and she quickly stepped in, before the driver could even ask her where she was going to, she pointed at the Ketsujo emblem on the truck, "Follow that one." Maybe she should test her colleague as she heard about strange happenings there anyway and it made her wonder what she should think about the corporation in general. Did they really test on human beings? Were they making new medicine against quirkers or was it true they fixed it for none-quirkers, the last two things had to be made up by the office, that had to be for sure. This was taking quite long to follow this truck and the cabbie was looking at her for quite some moments, "I am sure, just drive." She said with a raised voice and clearly the specs of annoyance in there. She was doing her research while in the taxi, at least she had time for that now. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Nov 24, 2018 14:34:53 GMT -4
". . . DON'T LIE, LIFE IS NOT A GAME FOR EVERYBOODY." The girl yelled, cheering even. The stereo cranked up to the highest volume as Kasey raced through the streets. They were mostly empty, at least in the area of the Pink Jackal. The girl herself, had dawned a suit. A maroon shirt with black pinstripes and a stain black vest to accompany it. Her hands covered by black gloves. A smile on her face as she sang along to not only her favorite singer, but her girlfriend. She smiled, the lower half of her outfit being a jumpsuit from her other job. A faded green uniform for the Hero High school's janitor. And that same janitor was laughing in a cargo truck that belonged to the Ketsujo Corporation. On her back, her vest had the same emblem embroidered on the back. She reached over to the knob over the transmission, dropping it, she switched gears and swung the truck around the corner. It was by no means a normal procedure for any delivery truck to make any turn. But after all, anyone drifting a corner at that speed was not a normal thing to watch. Turn after turn she would do it, not even realizing she was being followed. When she reached her clubhouse, she swung the truck around once more around to the side, the back of the truck lining up with the lock of the loading zone. The girl would hop out, excited, smiling as she looked at the truck from the outside. She pulled out her phone, only to receive a call at the same moment. "OKAY SETSU, I'M HEREEEEE! OPEN UP!" she would call out. The truck's engine halted, but the music still blaring over the speakers. What in the hell was going on? ~ Word Count: 300 ~ |
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Nov 25, 2018 5:39:52 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away The cab driver was annoying, he seemed to be so unsure about what was going on, was he even a real cabbie in Tokyo or did she pick a newbie that now was totally lost. She wanted to roll her eyes but remained professional on the outside and just her sarcastic being on the inside which was very normal. When they were arriving near what she thought was a dump of an old industry terrain, she ushered the taxi to stop and wait for her here. She did pay him for the way here and just convinced him she would pay him enough for the way back. She actually doubted he would stay here now but she could always call a new one or figure out something else, maybe she really needed a car. She walked across the perimeter, it did not matter to her if she was spotted, she was sure she was not allowed here but most signs that said that did not immediately call the cops on anyone, and besides, she had a silver tongue, she would get out with no problem. She actually wondered what kind of person had been driving this truck, so fast and yet agile with such a huge construction was weird to her and she looked surprised when a girl jumped out, the music blaring so loud that she could not really hear what she was saying but as she had her back towards the front of the truck and Hanako coming from that direction, she did immediately notice the ketsujo corp emblem on her back. So she was wearing a uniform but she stole from the company? It made no sense. Unless you stole from your boss but what was the use for? There was no much space to hide and she was also not sure if she should, she wasn't the type for that and she really wanted to know what was in the truck. With the loud music, it was easier to not hear the click, clack sound that her heels made. But how would she be able to see the inside of the truck and see if this were the stolen goods that were now stolen again and would be reported in a day or two. She would see how the girl reacted and if she noticed her at all. What was she wearing apart from the uniform was beyond her, it looked like a jumpsuit, but not one you wore because it was cold outside or you had a party, more like something when you had work to do. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Nov 25, 2018 12:43:20 GMT -4
With the press of a button, the gate's motor begun to pull the metal doors of the dock to allow the truck to be offloaded. Setsuna would be standing there, in his own suit, having only lacking a coat to match his black on white. Without speaking to Kasey, he would unlock and open the truck with a key for the lock, rather than having to break it open. Kasey hopped back into the truck to enter from the cabin, taking the keys out of the ignition to halt the music. From inside of the dock, a faint sound of a similar sounding song was playing. Kasey and Setsuna would both disappear to the back of the truck, taking cases and boxes in their arms. Some boxes were as simple as cardboard, holding things, of probably low importance. None were wrapped to a pallet, and most of them seemed to be loose and separated. The other assortment were more reinforced. Wooden crates that were smaller than the average, but still larger than the other boxes. "I doubt anyone is going to want to still buy figures from us." Setsuna spoke to her, referring to the shipment of hero collectibles they now had in their possession. In the dock itself, was the warehouse, a small one, but full of several shelves. All of them had their own boxes, and each of them sharing the same logo as the truck. "I don't think they're that popular anymore.""That's why I mixed it up this time." kasey would say in reply, hoisting another box herself, over her shoulder. "Got some medical supplies, some for the heroes, and some for the villains. And some for ourselves. Plus, that insulin stuff just in case someone has an accident inside again." She would say, stacking the boxes not that far from the gate. They weren't sorting things yet, they were first offloading the truck. "Still, I don't agree with this method." the skeleton creature would speak again. "Even if we're doing it with permission.""I only think about the orphans, Su. If we think about every law we're technically breaking, but not breaking, then whose gonna give those kids a home? Gigi already adopted ANOTHER kid, and I still haven't done anything yet."Gigi? That sounded familiar... ~ Word Count: 381 ~ |
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 1, 2018 17:08:34 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away She went on unnoticed. She did not really know if this person was simply an idiot or just unaware because of many other facts. Her scandal side wanted to pick the first one but the more humane one was sure that she wasn't. But there were many questions, it was obviously a ketsujo corp van and she was wearing the emblem on her shirt, so did that mean that she was stealing from within? Then she must not be an idiot, then she had to be a genius to figure out how and to keep the trust of her boss and fellow colleagues. She crossed her arms and stopped walking now that the girl switched off the music and seemed to get into a more serious mood, Hanako found it difficult to actually consider that because she did not know her and the girl, albeit not much younger than Hana, had still not noticed her. This was when she too late noticed that the person now at the dock went to open the trug, which she quickly scribbled down, another one in the complot, must work there as well as they got the key. How did you steal a key without it being noticed in the cabinet, or did they not have a key cabinet as at her work? She walked closer, but she had to be more careful now the loud music didn't drown out her footsteps. However, they were having a conversation so that worked. It was not that Hanako was hiding that she came here, it was her curiosity that needed answers anyway but if she would be able to catch pieces of their conversation she could already get a few answers perhaps and she would know if either of them would lie later on. Society was an interesting one, the most strange and yet fancy dressed people could be thieves as well. It would be fun if she was the one getting the scoop, but she had to be strategically good right now, so she used the van to remain covered while walking to the end of it to try and catch the words. So they sold it? What would that second person mean with figures? All that she thought was hero dolls and animes but she wasn't sure if that was popular or not, probably depended very well on which one. She bent forward to see if she could catch a glimpse from them moving boxes. She would fall if she would try this too often, not good on high heels and being clumsy, but she remained upright. She did catch herself without making too much sound, how... was that a mask? He looked like a walking skeleton but that made no sense at all, so, a mask, right? She would perhaps see a bit later, but first, she needed to know more. She finally did drop her phone when she heard it. She stared in front of her... Gigi, it did not ring a bell at first but adopted another kid. Didn't G recently tell her that he adopted another child and that that child had given him a new identity. She had forgotten to ask his name, she could still call him Gil, he said. Shorten that too... Shit. It landed with a thud on the ground and fell on the screen but the kluntz had a bumper for this, so she did not panic. She made a curse in her mind because she had made a sound. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 1, 2018 18:14:05 GMT -4
Setsuna continued to lift the boxes, catching the sight of the girl nearing them. He didn't mind, nor did he care. It was often something they ran into being a club and all. People always got in close. As long as they didn't get in the way, he didn't really give a damn. Work, was his priority. Kasey on the other hand, was easily distracted by anything that was... too close for comfort. She peeked from behind the truck and beside the frame of the loading gate. She looked at the girl, hearing the sound of something hitting the ground. It wasn't loud, but it was enough for her to poke her head out. Was it someone trying to get a smoke again? No, it was a woman, and one finely dressed. "You alright?" she would ask. As if her practice, her behavior, and everything that was happening was simply just normal to her. "Can't you read the signs? No pictures of the exterior of the building." Kasey would say, pointing to a sign that was posted, but rather in Japanese, was written in Korean, with the image of a camera and the circle and slash over it. "You're more than welcome to take pictures inside of the building." Kasey would say, waving to the woman to either move along, or leave. She wasn't sure what to make of it. ~ Word Count: 231 ~ |
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 4, 2018 9:44:12 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away So much for a careful approach, so much for anything really, how did she, what did she, was it really what she thought that was going on but how was that going on and she came here to investigate something only because of this truck, not to talk about G! or think about him in this situation! It was so strange as Hanako looked up because of the movement in the corner over her eye, that the one she followed, the one who had just loudly sung with the music, only asked if she was okay? As if it was a daily, normal business that she stood here on a terrain what was not hers and thus why did no one freak out. "Yes, I am fine," she muttered not even sure if it was audible but at this point, she simply was flabbergasted, this girl spoke about G, she was sure of it, the nickname was not her style but how big a coincidence should it be if it was the same start of a name and adopting a new child. She wanted to ask, but she could not, she had to stay professional. "Oh sorry, I didn't take pictures, I was checking messages when I accidentally dropped it." Back into a role, one that society could understand, even if she could not understand this at the moment. She should just ask things, "I would love to take some pictures inside," She wanted to see inside after all. She was not sure yet if she should say she was a reporter, she could when she would be inside to say what the pictures were for but she wanted to lie and figure out things more about the corporation in general, what stuff were they talking about, what was that mask and villains and heroes? Really? MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 7, 2018 14:42:34 GMT -4
Finishing their job, Kasey walked through the back of the truck, Setsuna closing the back of the truck, and them lowering the gate behind her. He had his own matters to tend to. If Kasey was going to task herself with this small meeting, then he was going to tend to the matters of the third floor. . . The real reason they opened this nightclub. Kasey made her way to the cabin of the truck, as both gates shut behind her, she jumped out of the truck, slamming the door behind her. She pointed to the front of the building as she walked past the girl. "Well, you can enter the front, and pay the entry fee like anyone else." she would tell the girl, "Unless you can tell me a good reason why you should be entering my club without paying."My club. Perhaps it slipped her lips, or perhaps she meant to share that detail. Hers. Was she bluffing, or was she telling the truth? Of course Kasey was the sole owner, or was she? Did she sneak in a second name to the building? Did she sign half of the building to another person? Kasey knew the truth, but would anyone else? She extended her hand to the girl, to shake her hand, while escorting her to the front entrance. "You can call me Macabre." she would tell the girl, "Lady Macabre."And so, another side of the dice was rolled, but for how long would Kasey remain on this side of the cube? ~ Word Count: 258 ~ |
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 8, 2018 14:20:00 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away She could only see and wonder. What did it all mean, it was a bit strange and yet she had come here for another reason. She waited for the girl to be ready and point it in the right direction, her thoughts that are. What was this and why did it have to be so secretive. The outside that is? She wondered about a lot of things but she had no time for that and simply nodded. She wanted to ask how much the entrance was because it did not matter to her to just pay. But it was a club and she frowned, "Aren't clubs for free? You pay for the drinks after all?" She asked simply with curiosity, a club where villains and heroes could just meet? Because she knew the girl had said something like that or was it the one with the mask? Why wear a mask if you were more or less closed? "Not that I mind paying. I am just very curious about how it looks." She wasn't sure where to start in this conversation, she wanted to see the inside. But first, it was time for introductions, "Miss Mizuki." She answered, no first name then no first name in return. She was okay with that. So she would either pay now and follow the girl inside or would see how she react. Once inside she turned to look over her shoulder back at the door, "So I hope you don't mind my curious questions but as a reporter, there are a few things I wonder about. Of course, you don't have to tell me anything but if you don't mind." She started, it was some sort of friendly build up that she tried to do in most approaches, in the past few days there were people she cared more about than some others. "How come that there are goods stolen at KC, they do not report this for the insurance but what does the truck do here?" After all this woman, lady Macabre was wearing the uniform but it was her club and what was that jumpsuit? MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 8, 2018 14:36:12 GMT -4
Journalists. Reporters. Investigators. Detectives. She was learning to hate them all. After that interview, all of those questions... she was playing damage control and didn't even realize it. She had revealed herself to The Painter, to which, she gained a powerful ally. She revealed herself to the student, Naoru, which only allowed her to lead them to safety. That was the day of that military event. Her identity was outed, she was no longer a nobody. She was a hero. And she wanted nothing more than the opposite. She wanted to be the villain. She didn't want to be noticed for good, she wanted to be noticed for bad, but not herself. As Crimson Skull. Now Skull was a hero, and with it, her identity. Lady Macabre would take her fall as her new heroic sense. Army of Bones would become her hew villain persona. As Kasey led her to the door, two large suited men with their faces painted like skeletons would step aside to allow Kasey to pass. The few people in front of them would hand the men their tickets as they entered. But as the girl said reporter, Kasey waved the men to move. After all, now it had gotten her attention. "Oh, a reporter. Great, I needed more questions answered." Kasey would say, turning to the woman. The music was playing, but not as loud as it normally was. It was a weekday, and with it, a smaller crowd. People came here for drinks and food mostly, making it a bar at these times. "I work for Ketsujo Corp. I'm one of the lead managers and supervisors for several departments." Kasey would answer, setting her hand on her chest, talking proudly, as if she hadn't just raced a delivery truck to the building not that long ago. "All stolen goods are reported, but we do not take actions to recover them, as they are no longer in our power to do so." A lie, or perhaps a half truth. At that point, it was not in their hands, but the police. When goods when missing, Sato sent his own force to recover them on his terms. And when recovered, he would also have the insured replacements as well, doubling his supply at any given time. "But may I ask what stolen goods you are referring to? I doubt you'd come this far to question me about a few stolen vials of pharmaceuticals a few months ago." What exactly was Kasey talking about? ~ Word Count: 417 ~ |
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 8, 2018 15:20:27 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Lady Macabre her reaction was funny, most of the time if Hanako met people and told them that she was a reporter, which was technically not true, they were not happy to speak with her. Most of all they would not say a word, she was a columnist but she had finished her study obviously the same way a reporter did and she got her information for her gossip column almost in the same way. Only not always, she had a fake phone for this. However, she first asked her own question. She looked at the tall guards as she assumed they were here for security, how would they else keep this place secure if they mingled with the groups, at least they might keep the quirkless out. She suppressed that feeling and simply followed. Hearing the tones of music and wondering more and more about this club. She took her white phone back in her right hand and simply followed. Who knew both could get something out of this. It was clear that the lady had to work for the company, after all, she wore the emblem on her outfit, still that jumpsuit, Hana could not pass it on in her mind. And again and again, the word or no the nickname popped up in her mind. What did she know about G? "Oh, I guessed you worked for the corporation considering the emblem but how fascinating, you combine this with your club or should I see that as a Ketsujo Corp part as well?" She scribbled down a few words on her phone but wanted it mostly to take pictures, after all this was not originally her piece and if she got something better out of it than why not. As Macabre talked about it being out of their hands, Hana did not understand, yes the stolen goods needed to be found by the police but you could still use the insurance, or did the company had none? That would be a ridiculous big risk to play. "I do have to admit, I just came here out of curiosity, it is my colleague who actually invests in this article. But I believe she said there were frequently things stolen? There have not been recent incidents?" MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 8, 2018 15:35:53 GMT -4
Connections. Everything was tied to each other. Everyone was related in one sense or another. Nothing was a question of how, or why, only a matter of when. Everyone crosses paths eventually. It was better she control her circumstances. As she took her phone out to type into it, Kasey assumed that was her note pad. To have it backed up wirelessly to another network. If she lost her notepad, or the phone, what she had, would still be saved. It was a smart move, for security sake. But she pointed out the emblem on her vest,, only having her to think about the truck, as well as the front the club was really protecting. Her secret. No one was supposed to know her secret... "The Ketsujo Corporation might be focused on their medical advancements now, but they still are a finance and banking company." she would say, "People forget that. But having Ketsujo Corp on the name of every business, would raise questions. JNB, or Japan National Bank, has been, since it's founding, owned by Ketsujo Corp." But as she went on, further questions were pressed. A colleague? That was a cover up if she heard one. To say it was for a friend, never was the case. "Ask your friend for the detail of the incidents. If she can provide a date, as well as other information, I'm sure I can find you the answers." Kasey would say with a smile, lifting her arms to fold them behind her head as she turned around to face the inside of her club. "Make sure you get good pictures. The Grand opening was about a month ago, well, before this whole Semper Fi thing happened. After that, everyone needed a drink. We couldn't have been busier! Professional heroes, civilians, and vigilantes all under one roof to have a good time. You should come on the weekends, or after midnight, that's when the magic happens." She needed the publicity. Who was she kidding, she really didn't. It wasn't about money, or fame, it was about keeping up her stories. All of her stories. All of her masks. She changed them so often, would she wear the wrong one, or change them too early? Would she get a glimpse of the woman behind the mask? ~ Word Count: 383 ~ |
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 8, 2018 16:22:07 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away How lame was this, she needed to get answers but at this point, she had just given up on the scoop and just decided that it would be better to get some information, flaunt it around, make her colleague jealous, that would be fun. Not that she knew what Macabre thought but it felt like a lame excuse. She felt like she had that problem more often but she did not care about that. There was a small change that they would never meet again so she did not see the problem at all. It would be an interesting talk anyway but there were more important things. She bought this phone especially for the good camera that was on it, her own, the black phone on the bottom of her bag wasn't as good. She wanted to text G still if he knew someone called Lady Macabre, but it could be highly possible, as she went to explain how the club worked, that Gil ever had been here. She nodded, of course, how could she have forgotten that to be fair, Hanako wasn't so into the business of companies, that's what she had colleagues for but it was a good thing to remember, she wondered if what-was-her-name again had done so. "I think indeed a lot of people forget." She decided to add to her statement, that might be a good thing for the corporation though. "Oh, we are not friends, definitely not if she heard I was here," Hanako said, with a smile though because she absolutely did not care what the people on the floor thought of her, she went to her job and she went to her desk and she went back home or to her boyfriend and that was about it. "But I will ask her and see if I can inform you of that." It was not that she did not want to know but the whole idea of the building was now more interesting than simply stolen goods. This young lady seemed to be so carefree, that Hana wanted to know more of it, how could you be carefree if you just spoke about villains and heroes in one building or maybe she had been mistaken. However, it could not be carefree to run a club. She nodded affirmatively when the lady said to take a good picture, she would, thank god the light was not that bad for now to do so and her camera did adjust fine to that anyway. But it would show stuff on the picture too. "I would love to come one day, at a better timing." Vigilantes... She caught the word immediately and she wanted to immediately ask Gil to come along but decided to not do so. It was better to do some things by herself. Especially if she suspected him to have been here already. She felt a sting of jealousy but quickly shook it off, there was no need to be jealous. "It looks very nice." Also open, big enough to host enough people, perhaps the reason why they picked this place."Is it even busy during the weekdays? Because you said after midnight." MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Dec 8, 2018 18:59:15 GMT -4
If it had money, chances were, Ketsujo Corp funded it. That loan on your house, on your business, on your car, they owned it. if you failed to pay, they took it back, they sold it. They were the center of organized crime, metaphorically, but also literally. The man in change keeping his guise of donating to the unfortunate, while preying on them the same. Funding Thundershocks ventures, while also being father to Japans number one hero. A story that would be one hell of a read, but a story that would have Kasey at the center, and with her, Gilbert. People forget the little details, but often they're the meat of the story. It didn't matter if it was a friend, or the woman herself. What mattered was that the topic had changed. And it was a topic, Kasey knew far too well. Kasey gave her offer to stop by at a better time, and with it, she would offer one entry ticket, perhaps two, for her friend, whoever she was. Maybe she would write up a column that would bring more people to her, and with it, her own dark dealings hidden behind the curtain. "On the weekends, any time after noon, people seem to flock here. During the weekdays, some people come here to drink. But on all days, after midnight is when people gather." Kasey pointed around the building to random decor that was holding onto her skeleton motif. "The club is death themed, or skull, rather. All staff members are required to paint their faces with the them or wear a mask. All masked employees are to have their IDs visable at all times for identification reasons. My friend walks through the club on a routine to ensure the safety of everyone, as well as others." she would say, pointing over to a few and various different masks that hung on a wall. "Everyone gets a paper mask upon entry. We require everyone come in costume. Dress up as your favorite hero, villain, or yourself. As long as you pay for your food and drinks and don't throw punches, we won't have to kick you out." she would say with a bit of a laugh, "So far, the only time we've had to call paramedics was because of someone's allergic reaction to one of our brews. We now have drinks that are more, well safe for diabetics." she went on, talking her talk. She was willing to share how the business ran, hoping it would help, not hinder their operations. "Master, perhaps it's best we send her on her way." Setsuna would say, peeking from behind a corner, before making his way towards the both of them. "Miss Mizuki, you are more than welcome to have a drink on the house, but I'm afraid we have matters we must tend to." he would say to the woman. Unless she had some new and more pressing questions. A figure that stood tall, his white dress shirt just a shade off from the bone face he had. His black slacks and suspenders holding true to his black and white colors. But his face seemed to move as he talked, as if his mask, his outfit, was something a bit more. ~ Word Count: 543 ~ |
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 9, 2018 11:40:49 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Normally she was okay with the performance that she played, the questions she asked, the answers she got but for some reason, she only got more confused. Not because the questions were more complicated, but because the answers were so strange and asking more questions and there were questions she did not ask because she had to be careful. The society that they were living in was not a fair one, that had already been depictured after the semper fi incidents and even if Lady Macabre mentioned it, she could never ask someone's opinion without exposing a bit of herself. Not that she would have to say she was quirkless but her opinion was too strongly formed. There were also too many questions that had nothing to do with the whole organisation here and she hated how blinded she was by that subject: her boyfriend. The possibility that he had been here, that he knew this lady and that he went to the club were all swirling in her mind. It was not that he wasn't allowed but she wondered what their bond was, again not in the form of any jealous, she doubted by far that G would cheat on her but he was almost everywhere if she tried to figure something out. Would he know about Nick Cross too? At this point, she would not even be surprised. She noted down what Lady Macabre said, on the weekends after noon but mostly after midnight no matter what day. Interesting but how would she go here, at this point she did not want to be recognized but apparently the club had thought about that. She followed what the lady pointed out, death-themed or skull. That might explain the mask from the other person. Her airy-ness was an interesting factor for a club which had the theme of death. Albeit the masks made it more easy to come here and to meet up with people, she looked around a few times more and made a couple of more pictures. She turned her blue eyes back at Macabre when she explained that the only time they needed paramedics was because of an allergy reaction. "I really like what you are doing here, wonderful idea that people can gather without, perhaps exaggerating already, the fear to be exposed?" She formed it as a question to see if an answer would follow but actually it was rhetorical.When she heard another voice call out master, she couldn't help but turn and see the person from before. Sending her on her way? She just got here, albeit was the taxi still there? How did he know her name? It was he right? She couldn't get her eyes off him, that mask was extraordinary but strangely she had no idea how it functioned, it worked in the same way as a face, a real living skull, she must have hit her head or something. But again how did he know her name? She had only said it when he left. Only more questions, "Oh, no I don't want to interfere on business hours. I should probably stop by another time, to see the club in its full glory. Thank you very much for the explanation and your time Lady Macabre." Yes, she would come by another time to make sure she would know how it really worked and what the thoughts were around, she would ask her colleague some more questions before she would stop by. It only became more interesting than following a truck out of town, did this club really belong to Lady Macabre or was it another way of investing money done by Ketsujo Corp, and strangely with that, Hanako got a weird vibe from that company.
She would walk out of the building when it was time to leave indeed, she was not satisfied, she would write about it in her daily blog, hide it from the Lady Scandal part as there was nothing to write and she had said she was a reporter so she must do something. Her daily blog would promote it and tell her that she would come again at another night and that she would let her blog followers know when that would be. When she got off the industry terrain, she noticed that the taxi was gone, with a deep sigh, she started her walk back towards Tokyo, waiting for her phone to get reception so she could call for a taxi. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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