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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Jul 21, 2018 19:24:45 GMT -4
Shimato, while not an impatient person, had to entertain himself while waiting for whoever was supposed to be picking him up arrived. He continued on a little side project of his, that was taking apart a laptop that had been left at his shop and no one had come to pick it up. Considering it free game, he started taking it apart the night before, but had fallen asleep around 3 in the morning. Now, it was about 1 in the afternoon, and he had woken up a few hours ago (10 AM to be exact) with a piece of circuitboard stuck to his face. He had spent the last few hours talking on the villain chatroom that he had been mysteriously 'invited' to, and continued a conversation he had been having with a 'Rob9001' about hiring him.
The pink-haired young man was curious about how readily this 'Rob9001' was to hire a fellow villain as his personal mechanic. Shimato's garage, Hephaestus, wasn't exactly what many would consider a clean and classy business. The building was older than Shimato by a long shot, being a red brick building with white paint chipping off of most of it's exterior. Shimato hadn't thought to ask the man he bought the place from how old it was, not that it matttered in the long run. Most of the windows hard to see through, except for the places he'd wiped clean with a rag so he could see outside. There were only two entraces to the building: the first being two large metal doors that swung open at the front to let cars in and had to be padlocked and chained shut, with the other being a wooden door that led out to the back of the building. Considering he was on the outskirts of the Musutafu and on the beach, he had a lot of area around the back of his shop. The only way you'd be able to tell the shop was even still lived in and operating was the pink, neon sign on the front of the building that said, 'Hephaestus Repair'.
Shimato sighed as he tossed a stick of RAM off to the side from his little project, propping up his chin on one of his gloved hands. This whole situation was both weird and exciting for him, those conflicting feelings having elicited several sighs from him for the past hour. The young man was about to be hired by another villain who was obviously/probably wealthy if he was willing to pay triple whatever he was getting paid. Shimato couldn't turn down such a deal, as he absolutely adored money. There was just something so satisfying about walking around with a large sum of cash and having the knowledge you can afford what you need or want no problem. If this new employer of his was serious about paying him a high amount for his services and didn't screw him over, then Shimato would probably be able to renovate his shop or move up in the world.
Setting his project aside for the moment, Shimato stood up from his work desk, which was a metal shop desk that sat in the corner of the 'first floor' of his garage. He kept all of his work area and supplies on the ground floor, and he basically lived on the 'second floor' which was a catwalk/metal siding area that was built over the ground floor and essentially was used as his housing area. He went up the stairs and rifled through his fridge before grabbing a can of cola and walking downstairs again. Cracking open the soda and chugging the can in one go, Shimato tossed the can into a trash can before pulling a keyring out of his pants pockets. If he was going to be waiting on some dickhead for a while, he might as well sit outside so he can be ready for when they got there. Unlocking the padlock, he threw the large metal doors open, closed them again and locked it back up. And with that done, he leaned against the door and just scanned the road in wait for his ride.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jul 22, 2018 11:49:55 GMT -4
The Assistant, that was her mantle, but none would ever know of it. After all, her own name was lost, and replaced with her own chosen alias. On paper, she did not exist, but had other names. She had several paychecks, several identities. It was not by Sato's means to hide or protect her, it was simply coincidence that she had also become one of his personal attendants. He had taken a liking to her especially, knowing what power she harnessed, only to refuse to use it. That was the order of which that man lived by. All quirk users, were less than human. All quirk-born who did not need to use their gift, were short of gods. And with that, she was a shining example of the world he wanted. And with her own powers, he would subject her to aide him in simple means, such as disposal, or like today, retrieval. She had to go pick up and take a man to his main office. The towering building just outside the border of Tokyo. With it, his endless garage of toys for his business, as well as pleasure. He seldom drove his own vehicles, but it did not mean he did not collect them. Kasey was one of the few who were allowed to drive such machines, and she had also been the only one to wreck one and still live to tell the tale. No one knew what reason he had to keep her, but Kasey had learned, she had remembered all of the pain she had to endure. There were many trials, and none of which she would speak of. He called it Godzilla. A monstrous name, for something Kasey found tame. Her own attire clashed with the all-black-everything theme of the vehicle. Her shirt was red, a dark cherry red. A matte black tie with glossy block spots was under her collar, with a vest to match. Her hands were covered with black gloves, both of which had their own patterns. Her left had stripes that seemed to be all of different pieces of fabric, while the left held floral patterns. But both matched the gloss-matte of her tie and vest. Her pants were a off-gray, something with a slight blue hue to it, and her shoes were nothing but fabric wrapped around her feet. It was just how she preferred it. It was sewn scraps of old clothing meant to be discorded, but in her case it was bandages and footwear. And it had been worn in more than just her feet. The rumble of the engine seemed to play a sound different than the rest of the spotty traffic. There was few cars in her way to the destination. But soon she would arrive to see the neon sign. She looked at the piece of paper that was taped to the dashboard. "Well, I guess this is the place." the girl thought to herself. "And I guess that is the man who Sato wants." The demon within her would ponder. She would pull up slowly, the black chrome wheels rotating slowly, acting almost like a mirror for the world around them to be viewed from them. Kasey would roll down the passenger window of the coupe. "You're the Bug, right?" she would call out to him. ~ Word Count: 553 ~ Sorry, did you expect someone else? |
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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Jul 22, 2018 20:32:59 GMT -4
The rumble of an engine coming up the road caught Shimato's ears immediately. He knew the sound of a straight-six, twin turbo engine anywhere, and he could almost bet that was his retriever coming along the beachside road. He'd almost fallen asleep while leaning against the doors to his garage, but the sound of the on-coming car roused him from his momentary drowsiness. The young villain was somewhat easily bored, so taking a nap while waiting for something wasn't terribly uncommon for him. His parents had gotten onto him for doing that when he was younger, but he never gave a damn back then about their opinions, and he cared even less nowadays.
Shimato pushed off of the door as he saw a black car coming close to his shop, and began to make his way towards the car as it approached him. A wide grin overtook his face as he began to place the car's model. A Nissan Skyline R-32 was certainly not what he was expecting to be rolling up his driveway. He made it his job when he was younger to study a vast amount of car models so he could identify them after a crusory inspection. Japanese car models were something he considered himself well-versed in, as it was easier to come across information about them in Japan.
When the car eventually pulled up and rolled down the window, Shimato leaned down slightly so his face was on level with the driver, resting his arm on the roof the Nissan. He hadn't been expecting the somewhat attractive, if fashionably questionable, woman behind the wheel. It was nice to see someone else with, quite possibly, a natural odd hair color though, from his perspective. There weren't enough people that rocked the natural pink like him though, but meeting someone with white hair was cool in his book. When she asked him if he was 'the Bug', a large, open-mouth smile spread across his face, letting his sharp teeth be shone. "Yup, I'm just the insect you're looking for, little lady. Congratulations on finding the place alright. I get a lot of complaints from assholes that I'm 'too out of the way', but then I normally just punch'em a bit and they quit whining."
He would then open the passenger side door and climb in, provided it was unlocked of course. Then, leaning back and resting his arms behind his head, he'd chuckle and say, "Alright, where are we headed off to, Miss Assistant? I'm just gonna guess that was you talking with your boss on the Villain Chat and you're not some other employee of whatever the boss man's name is."
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jul 23, 2018 11:26:28 GMT -4
He would close in, leaning on the roof of the car. Kasey knew it wasn't that big of a deal, after all it wasn't even her car, but still, it was something she needed to clean later. "Please don't lean on him." she would tell him, before he could even begin to speak. He would then confirm he was the one, even going as far to talk about his business. She really didn't care, but as long as he got the job done, he would be fine. She would unlock the door allowing him to slip inside of the car. The door panels were reupholstered with both fine leather as well as silk. It didn't fit the car at all, but Sato insisted all of the best for his fleet, even if only a few people ever sat in any of them, if not even a few of them. The black cloth of the Recaro seats would hold the both of them firmly, all the while supporting their body. But both seats held onto the standard stock seat belts, rather than the supposed harnesses. In the backseat were two duffle bags, as they would drive off, the sounds of metal tapping and hitting each other could be hear from within. Someone could only assume they were tools, probably for a car, but could have been for anything. As soon as he took his seat and shut the door, she would shift the car into gear and begin to roll off, slowly almost letting the car breathe for once. "You assume he has only one assistant." she would go on to inform him, "I'm just his secretary. I fetch both the people and the tools he needs. And on occasion clean the messes left behind." She would tell him, a lie following her words. "I don't have time to sit in that silly chatroom to talk." She would reach out to the black nob between them, the small brown painted branches and pink flowers that decorated it hidden under her hand. It was almost a perfect size for her, and seemed to fit her hand perfectly. "We're heading to the Ketsujo Corp main office building. There you are to tend to a few damaged vehicles. Don't worry about body damage, as we have a painter who will come when your task is done." she would tell him, calmly, more reserved than her chatroom persona had ever allowed her to preform. "We can either pay you by your task, or we can hire you as a full employee, to which you will gain all of the benefits. That would be the matter we should discuss before we arrive there." She was set for business, and business alone. She had begun to work away from Sato since the meeting with her brother. She had her own plans to watch over Japan, to clean it up. And it was something much different than anyone else could ever dream of. She was going to become a nightmare. ~ Word Count: 502 ~ Pop the hood. |
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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Jul 23, 2018 19:54:54 GMT -4
Shimato's eyes scanned all over the interior of the R-32 that he was being driven in. He couldn't deny that the guy who owned this thing must've been pretty well off. The interior and the doors had been refurbished with high-quality stuff, though he questioned why silk and leather for a car of this nature. It didn't look bad in his opinion, but it seemed a little out of place. He shook that thought from his head, though. Who was he to question what people wanted to spend their money on? He'd probably get pissed off at people if they questioned why he spent money on something.
The pink-haired young man listened intently as Ms. Assistant, as he'd taken to calling her in his head, answered his questions. He crossed one leg over the other and kept one eye on Ms. Assistant as she drove and talked. 'Just his secretary', huh? In his mind, a secretary was someone that just hung out at a desk outside of some big wigs office and scheduled appointments, brought coffee, and did 'special favors' for their employer. Her version of the job seemed very different from his preconceived notions of the position. "Huh... Well, it sounds like you do a good job. Y'know, if you've kept around for a while, I mean. Good on ya, little lady." He would then shoot her a sideways smirk, winking as he did so. "You're much more business-like than the impression I got from the Villain Chat, even if you say you don't have the time to be on it. All work and no play will make you no fun, Ms. Assistant."
"Ketsujo Corp, huh?" Shimato felt like he had heard that name before. Maybe it was only in passing or a name he'd seen on a building, but it sounded familiar. He would then jerk his thumb backwards to the duffle bags in the back, before continuing with, "I'm guessing by the sound of clanking back there, that you've got me some tools in the backseat. I would've brought my own if I'd been informed ahead of time. Would've given me something to do while waiting for you to arrive."
He mulled over her words about his payment/employment. There would obviously be benefits if he was a full-on employee, but that would perhaps get rid of much of his freedom. Who knows if the owner of this Ketsujo Corp would only let him perform criminal activities that he sanctioned, or if he would try to take control of his lifestyle. The smirk that had been splayed across his face for the majority of their conversation dropped, and he would send an inquisitive look towards his momentary companion. "Which path would you reccommend? I know it's possible your boss might've beaten it into your skull to tell me to pick one or the other, but I'm just curious since you actually work for this dude. Normally, I'd decide in half a second, but this could decide a large portion of how I operate in the future."
Shimato had been operating by himself for 4 years, with no companionship or people around him besides clients. There was a part of him that was greatly considering working as a full employee so he'd have at least someone to interact with on the occassion and get benefits. But he also valued his freedom. The 4 years he'd been operating as Termite had been the best 4 years of his life, despite the occasional bout of loneliness. This made a part of him consider just working on a task by task basis. Either way, he'd already agreed to do this group's repair work.
He'd see where things went from here.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jul 26, 2018 11:39:01 GMT -4
He didn't seem to grasp or understand what she wanted to say. Whatever the case, she would see to it that the other staff would confuse him enough to only come back and support her claim. He'd cross his legs and she continued to drive. If it was something that made his comfortable, then so be it, but he could have easily as adjusted his seat. It was, what it was. ". .. Don't patronize me." she would speak to his words, as if she wasn't fit for her job. She was a driver, a deliverer of things. Bodies, almost specifically, but in this case, for once it was someone who was still breathing. And well, still completely intact. He'd wink at her, and almost instantly, a look of disgust fell on her face, only to be dismissed a moment later. "I just said I'm not the one you spoke with... whatever."He'd comment about the tools, and well, hit the nail on the head with his guess. "It's not that we don't want you bringing your own tools, it's simply that Mr. Sato buys the best for his fleet. It would be a waste to bring your own tools, when you can use his. Anything you need, he can get." She would glace over with a smile, as she continued, "Save money that way, break his tools not yours. But that won't matter with how much he'd actually pay you."He'd then think over his employment, only to ask what she thought about it. Shifting into gear, she wondered what she would have done, if she had a second chance. She had worked for Ketsujo Corp for years, but it wasn't until recently that she had been under his watch so closely. "Sato is a man who will put you in a place you belong." she would tell him, not having to think long about it. "He's not necessarily a nice man, but he's an opportunist. If it benefits him, he'll do it." She would pause, only to think about what could be a factor to him. What really mattered? "I work seven days a week at all of my jobs. Ketsujo Corp isn't my only occupation. That being said, if you have some skills you want to put to use, Mr. Sato will most definitely place you appropriately, to fixing cars, or breaking skulls, there's a place for that." She would continue to drive, not at all fast, but cruising. She was heading to the business with ease, weaving in and out of traffic, never speeding, but never at all stopping or slowing down. There was no reason for her to slow down. ~ Word Count: 445 ~ |
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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Aug 7, 2018 19:13:53 GMT -4
He held up his hands in a placating manner. He hadn't meant to offend Ms. Assistant, but he did find some small amusement in the fact he had done so. "I wasn't trying to patronize ya, lady. You'll have to forgive me if I don't really think before I talk, I've just sorta conditioned myself to not really care about people's feelings most days."
Shimato actually kinda liked the fact that he wouldn't have to worry about breaking or using up his tools on the job. Everytime he had to acquire something new or replace a tool or part, he'd have to plan either where to steal the specific object or the money to buy it. As a burgeoning 'Criminal Mastermind' as he liked to refer to himself, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy planning and executing a heist, but it did get tiresome after a while. Besides, he'd managed to avoid getting caught for four years. He might not be overly superstitious, but he had to wonder when the Fates would deign to find a hero or vigilantee to put in his way and complicate things.
He would pull out his phone to check the Villain Chat during the small period of time while she thought how to respond to his question about employment. The model of phone was relatively recent, having a bright, yellow case with a grinning, pink, smiling face on the back. Despite the fact he wasn't always talking on it, he made it a habit to check the Villain Chat to see what interesting tidbits he might pick up by watching the conversations between others. When she began to talk, Shimato slipped the handheld device back into his pants pocket and listened intently. She certainly made the company and it's owner, who he know knew was named Sato, sound appealing.
"I don't need the guy to be nice to work with him. As long as he puts me to work with my strengths, and doesn't waste my time, then I could care less if he grew to hate my guts." He would respond, grinning smugly to himself, returning to resting his arms behind his head. "But I will admit, the prospect of getting to work on high-end cars AND make some people regret waking up in the morning does get my blood pumping! I haven't really had to get in many scraps in my time working as Termite, so this could definitely be a way to get my career going in an entirely different direction!" A chuckle would worm its way out of him, a look of what could be described as half-excitement and half-bloodthirst forming on his face. "I think I can say with at least 90% certainty that I'll take the full-time employee position, Ms. Assisstant!"
"Oh, and, might I say, you're a damn good driver."
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 11, 2018 12:27:13 GMT -4
Apologies never went far. Even if the words exited your mouth, it was not that often that they held the weight that they were meant to. You can't fix every mistake with just a few words. Following it, seemed like another jab at her, but she didn't mind nor care. He was someone who spoke freely, and with it, came brutal judgement. Or perhaps poor perception. Maybe he would be someone to talk to on the regular, should he stick around. Downshifting, she floored the pedal, only to again get back into correct gear. She would exit the freeway to enter some of the back roads. It was faster, even if a bit sketchy, but it wasn't like this wasn't where she picked up most of Sato's more delightful employees. As she did so, he would take out his phone, only to check it, perhaps for the time before slipping it back into his pocket. "Thanks." Kasey would say in reply to his comment, finding all of it a bit more curious as it went on. "Most of the vehicles are his own emergency vehicles for the hospital, while some of his personal vehicles sit around and get neglected. Probably would be a good idea to take them on a test drive every so often to make sure they still work." She would continue to drive down the roads, making turns here and there before re-entering the main roads to the city. The towering office and research facility could be seen in the distance, even though it was still minutes away. "but I'd put your priority to the getaway vehicles. Usually something breaks every night with them. I can only quick fix so many things on them to make sure they can get us around the next run."Crime. She was innocent in her eyes, but she had assisted in allowing criminals to flee so easy. The only way she lived with that, was killing a few of her own men, every night. Not everyone would make it back home, but those that did, always got paid. Who and how they died, was always different, but the bodies were the same state. They were ever ever recovered. ~ Word Count: 367 ~ |
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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Aug 14, 2018 0:23:32 GMT -4
Once he had calmed down somewhat from his brief moment of excitement/bloodlust, Shimato chuckled at the emphasis she put on the words 'test run'. He could only assume that meant using them for things other than just leisurely drives through the city or for whatever hospital she was referring to. He couldn't honestly care less what the cars he was going to be fixing up were used for. As long as he got to work on them, get them in peak conditon, maybe drive them once in a while, and get paid, he honestly couldn't see himself complaining or questioning things.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head, Ms. Assistant. I'll make sure that your boss' getaway vehicles will be running better than brand new when I get done with them, and I'll fucking keep them that way. You shouldn't have to worry about on the fly repairs once I get started here." He would state with confidence, turning his gaze to the area passing around them. He'd spent plenty of time in and around Tokyo, mostly for criminal reasons (scouting out heist spots and such), but also for pleasure and relaxation (bars and other things). This area was one he'd been to a few times before, but he often didn't do too much work around here. Stakes were a bit higher when it came to areas of high-end business and research sectors, so he only bothered with sneaking around here on occasion.
"I gotta say though, this is weird, even for me." He would close one eye and gesture to the entire car and the two occupants, counting himself, in it. "It's surprising to think that some bigwig, fellow criminal or no, would hire a guy like me on a whim like this. I'm not questionining this or anything, I'm just a little... pleasantly baffled, I guess." With that being said, he would recline in his seat again, closing his one open eye. "Pleasantly baffling or not, I'll still do what I've said I'm going to. As hard as this might be to believe, because even I'll admit I'm a bit of a bastard, I still follow through with promises and agreements. If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for everything, ya know?"
"Out of curiosity though, how far away are we now from the bossman's place?"
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 17, 2018 12:11:36 GMT -4
Perhaps she spent more than her fair share of time in the vehicles, often driving them to work at the school. Maybe it was flaunting her connections, or trying to make herself appear more than she was. But maybe she just happened to be in the car at the time, and instead of going back to drop it off, she had decided to take it with her. Maybe there was some work to be done in them. "Then I hope you're ready to make nearly every street car prepared to do a rally race." she would say to him jokingly. If he was going to make sure that she didn't need to do quick fixes with all of the chaos they put up with for the cars, then he needed to bullet proof them as well. "Don't flatter yourself." Kasey would say to him, "Big Sister screens everyone, selects who she deems worthy of her playthings. If you passed Big Sister's filter, then the big man knows you're good enough for him. " She would explain the thought process behind it, knowing very well the amount of people hired in this manner. Few of them lived to this day, however. It wasn't long after his question that they had pulled into a garage. Driving down a ramp and into a lower level of the building, the two of them, with the Skyline under them, would pull into a gated area. As they passed it would close behind them. Kasey would continue to drive a bit further down, only to show the many emergency vehicles, and the few cars that remained here. A full fleet of ambulances remained parked, with only a single one missing. All of them branded with different names and company labels on them, but all of them bore the same insignia within. They were all Ketsujo Corp vehicles. As Kasey would park, she would have a few vehicles to her left and right. A total of six cars now remained in the building. To her right, a Mclaren F1, Rx7 Spirit, and a Supra. To her left was a 2010 Lancia Stratos, and an Aventador with the front of it pushed in. The Lamborghini was on a lift, but had still touched the ground. The radiator support was most likely pushed in as well, but the frame would appear to be alright. All of the vehicles, all held the same, identical black paint and bronze wheels. "Well now, we're here." she would say, unscrewing the knob from the car and putting it into her vest pocket. They had just arrived to their destination. ~ Word Count: 436 ~ |
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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Aug 18, 2018 23:12:43 GMT -4
A large smile spread across Shimato's face at Kasey's suggestion. By the time he was done with the Ketsujo garage, the cars would be ready for much more than rally races. If things went smoothly, the cars should be able to handle full-speed escapes and get back in decent shape in record time. He was a perfectionist when it came to working on machinery, and he'd hope that his new employeer wasn't expecting anything less.
The way that she described how this hiring process worked somewhat unnerved him to a degree. Just how much did Big Sister already know about him? Better question, how much did she NOT know about him? Or anyone else in the chat for that matter. He was still relatively a newcomer, which meant he didn't know the extent of how far the rabbit hole went down. "I'm gonna guess her filter is relatively selective then, given I know that there's a metric crap ton of shit-tier villains that aren't in the Chat. I don't know whether to feel complimented or fucking concerned about falling under her gaze..." He would mutter offhandedly, voicing his thoughts in response to Kasey's words.
Opening his eyes once again, Shimato was honestly shocked to see they were driving down a ramp into a building. He didn't know what he was expecting, but this was certainly attention-grabbing for him. Looks like this Sato guy could definitely come through with his offer to pay him triple what he was normally getting paid if he could afford to run a place like this. As they passed through a gate into another section of the building, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at all of the ambulances down here. They all looked different, his eyes scanning through every name on their sides as they drove past, but he took notice of a logo that was present somewhere on all of them. Shimato hadn't exactly been expecting that Ketsujo was involved in the emergency vehicle business, but he supposed he'd find out about that eventually. That, or, he'd just get paid to fix them and not ask questions. Either way, that worked for him. His love of monetary gain was a strong one, and his silence and employment were simple expenditures to employers.
If Kasey were to see Shimato's face as they parked in between the fleet of classic cars, she'd see him with eyes full of amazement and practically drooling at the sight of them. If these were going to be his projects, then he'd work even harder than he originally planned for. "I think I just died and went to grease monkey heaven!" He quickly opened the passenger-side door and sprung out, shutting it behind him, and checking out each of the cars like a kid in a candy shop. They all were in the same color of black paint and had bronze wheels, a color scheme of which he could respect. Black was a color that worked on just about any car, and the bronze surprisingly went well with it. The car that seemed to be the most in need of repairs was the Aventador, the damaged front portion of the car being immediately obvious to him. He didn't want to go ahead and start looking under or inside them yet without permission, despite his burning desire to, as he didn't want to mess up this chance. Still, he couldn't help but wonder the extent of the damage done to the Lamborghini, along with how it happened.
Returning back over to the Skyline and Kasey, he would rub the back of his head sheepishly, having some capability of feeling shame at his childishness. "Sorry you had to see me acting like a total fucking spazz there! I just saw these beauties and couldn't help myself." He would look around, and, after not immediately spotting anyone, would turn back to the assistant and ask, "Should I wait to talk to the boss, or do you want me to go ahead and get started with the tools in the back?"
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 19, 2018 13:05:00 GMT -4
While everything was done at Sato's request, it was Kasey who seemed to give the actual order. Sato simply needed and wanted things done, Kasey was the one who got to decide how, and by who. Sometimes, even she was the one who got to decide what. Tonight, was another one of those moments where she was in charge. Tonight, the cars were going to get a full makeover, even if the big man didn't want it to happen. "You only find that chatroom, if she decides you find that chatroom." Kasey would tell the pink haired man, almost missing her own color. "For better or worse, we're all together now. The question of which of the three sides you'll fall into." While oblivious to most of the common life of people, she understood the underworld dealings perhaps a bit too well. Thundershock always used his alias and held the mafia the was in charge of things. Amadeus was the arms and weapons for all that was needed, arming the government possibly, that part was unknown to her. Sato was the one who did all of the dirty work to make sure they were all invisible. Paying off the right people and puppeteering the others. If he wasn't pulling the strings, then he was the one who oversaw the one that did. Without each other, they would fall, but together, they were just as dangerous. Sato Ketsujo was the sole owner of the Ketsujo Corporation. The funded hospitals and other small businesses, often buying up small chain businesses as their own. They ran markets and stocked whoever would sell to them, and marked up the price. If it could be sold, Ketsujo was most likely the one selling it, or at least profiting off of it. With his own work, there was a million scams and frauds within his walls. Some planted himself, while others did their own. It wasn't rare to see that one of his banks or businesses were robbed only to be fully insured later. The person who robbed him would always be himself, doubling his income at all of the right times. It was convenient, perhaps too much so. The greatest accolade of the company, however, was funding based on merchandise for the popular and top hero Darkshine. Someone who was none other than his own daughter. As he would hop out of the car in a rather speedy manner, Kasey would take her time to unscrew the knob she had been using. As he danced around them, awing what was his new occupation, she would calmly exit the vehicle, taking her item in her hand. She would shut the door behind her, leaving the key in the center console of the car as she looked from over to car to meet the man's face again. "There's cameras here. Anyone that walks past, in or out that isn't on a gurney is an employee. Don't worry about it." She would tell him, "Feel free to do what you need to do, pop the hood, use the lift, take the tools. He'll be watching. After all, you're going to get paid by the job, not by the hour. The sooner you finish the sooner he'll pay you." She would say, looking over to the other cars. While she enjoyed the ride there, she did not intend to go back home in the same Skyline. Taking a slow stroll over to the Rx7 and the Supra, she would kneel between them to peek inside of them. In most, if not all of the vehicles, she had left her own little collection. She was not only one of the few that took any of the cars out, but someone who had used nearly everything in his fleet. If that did not speak of his trust in her, or her importance, then nothing else could. In almost every car was the same figure made of bone, as well as a medical kit. Bandages made from the cloth left behind from her tailoring, as well as other things Ketsujo Coro produced. She was not one to waste any materials, no matter how trivial. "If you need anything, feel free to head that way," She would lift her hand to point over in the direction of the ambulances, only to show a few sets of double doors. All of them steel and reinforced. "Bathroom, food, whatever, the receptionists in there should be able to direct you around the office for whatever you need." ducking down to peek at the cars again, she decided to take the Mazda. "Anything you need from me before I head on my way?" she would ask, one final time. ~ Word Count: 782 ~ |
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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Aug 19, 2018 19:41:51 GMT -4
Nodding in understanding, Shimato moved to grabb the bags of tools out of the back. He absorbed everything Kasey said, knowing now that he didn't have to freak out if he saw someone else walking around down here and where to go if he needed anything.
As he sorted through the information in his head, he felt the weight of the bags as he tried to grab them. He wasn't exactly a slouch in terms of being fit, but these things felt so jam-packed with tools it would be a pain in the ass to drag them around normally. With a single, eloquent thought of, "Fuck it," he activated his quirk, One Man Wrecking Crew. His body slowly began to grow and change shape, his skin changing to a neon green with dark green chitin plates beginning to cover him in places. His head shape began to change to a more insectoid, if rectangular in shape, form, with two large antennae sticking out of the top of his skull and extending down to the middle of his back. His arms elongated to the point where his 'hands', if they could still be considered that, were now parallel to his 'feet'. All four of his appendages were tipped with two, large claws, which acted as his 'fingers' and 'toes', with each limb being also covered in small spines that were seemingly formed at random. Lastly, his face completely disappeared, with one large, pink eye taking the place of his visage and a large pair of mandible jaws taking the place of his mouth.
Now, in his taller and stronger form, he slung the bags over his shoulder with little effort. He started to move quickly over to the Aventador to see exactly what the extent of the damage done to it was, but Shimato stopped when he heard Kasey asked if he needed anything else from her before she left. He hummed in thought for a moment, his antennae moving aimlessly as he did so. Setting the bags down next to the Lambhorgini, he made his over to her beside the Mazda. Leaning down slightly to be on eye level with Kasey, he would extend his transformed hand for a handshake. "I suppose I'd like to just say that I appreciate you being a cool fucking chick while doing your job, and that I hope we get along well enough while working together. We might not interact with much, we work in different areas after all, but still. Maybe we can swing for a drink or something sometime." His voice was deeper in his Wrecking Crew state, with a light chittering noise accompanying his voice.
After this exchange, and Kasey more than likely leaving, he would move over to the Aventador and start getting to work, using his extended limbs and height to his advantage alongside the lift. Surverying the damage, he would note that the radiator support had been folded forwards. Clearly whatever did this did some damage, but most of the inside of the hood was fine, and the frame wasn't particularly damaged in any way. With that analysis done, he would start getting to work. For things that required a little more strength, he would stay transformed, and for things requiring finesse, he would transform back to his human state. He knew that this job was going to take a while, and he was going to make sure his work was as seamless as possible. He had a new boss to impress after all. After taking care of the pushed in front of the Aventador, he would start to work on it's internals, doing maximum as possible modding/supping up as he could with what he was provided with. Afterwards, once he was pleased with the repairs and improvements made, he would move to do the same to the other cars in the Ketsujo fleet. Shimato had to prove that he could work efficiently and quickly, so he was doing his best to not cut corners at record speed.
He would occasionally see people walk past, sending him an odd look as they went. For some reason, the sight of a giant termite man working on the Ketsujo fleet seemed to boggle their minds. He figured if it weren't for the fact they were proably aware their boss could see this happening, they would call him about it. Shimato didn't care about them or pay them any mind. They were mere sheep, while he saw himself as higher on the food chain, an artisan creating masterpieces while the foolish masses passed him by. He wasn't a narcissit to a great degree, but he had his pride. Shimato was going to make these cars as perfect as he could at the moment. He knew he couldn't bullet-proof them as of yet, but he would get to that eventually.
After several hours, Shimato would eventually take a break, going to acquire a energy drink from a vending machine that one of the receptionists pointed out to him. They were nice enough people, he supposed. Leaning up against the wall next to the Mclaren, he would take a hearty swig of the beverage, feeling the combination of chemicals give him a surge of energy. And like that, he was back to work again. He wasn't going to stop again till he was finished for the day.
He could only hope his work would be appreciated.
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Aug 20, 2018 13:09:35 GMT -4
Without batting an eye, she would extend her own hand to his. It wasn't the strangest thing she watched by far, nor the oddest. She was going to leave on a good note, even if she was neutral about the entire situation. After all, everyone had their quirks."if you see me again, it is either for very good, or very bad news." She would tell him, "Maybe you could have been picked for one of the big jobs, or that we've fired you. Never know. I don't. Usually I get a text on what to do, after I arrive." she would admit, Sato being the mysterious one. Sometimes she was even ordered to kill on the spot, something she was desensitized to doing. Everyone was expendable, unless you were one of his few chosen suits. Kasey understood that part of his orders, having been at the top of them all, granted her an unusual spot for someone who killed so many, even without the order. There was not much to say to him other than what was already discussed. Terms would be refined with him and Sato directly, as well as the parts and pieces that would be requested. Kasey was only the face and hand that went and said what he wanted her to repeat. She was his personal puppet, and in most cases, his double. She did the heavy lifting so he never had to. As Shimato would take his leave, and Kasey would enter the car. Getting into the seat, she would reach over to the knob of the car, only to screw on her own personal one. She would press the button to start the engine, knowing that the few that had their keys replaced, were the ones Sato had taken a personal liking to. And the ones he enjoyed, Kasey enjoyed even more. As the car started, the sound of the rotary engine giving off a few back fires, she would slowly begin to reverse out of the spot to exit the garage. As she pulled out, she passed by the working man, watching him switch back and forth between forms. Before she would even let out her own curious laugh, she would press the throttle and exit the garage, just as she came. There was other matters to tend to. /exit. ~ Word Count: 387 ~ |
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Post by Shimato Saigyouji on Aug 20, 2018 23:58:24 GMT -4
A sigh escaped from Shimato's lips as he slowly sat onto the ground, leaning his head against the trunk of the Supra. It was now well into the night, the sun having disappeared from the sky quite a long time ago. Not that Shimato noticed, of course. He'd been working too intently to take notice of the passage of time. Now, that he was done with everything he could possibly do for the day, he merely wanted to relax for a moment. Each car had presented a unique challenge as he worked on them, entertaining and testing him greatly. Now, though, he was mildly exhausted.
"Fucking hell, I'm tired." He would mutter to himself, removing the white cloth he was using as a headband and using it to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. He hadn't been in his Wrecking Crew form for a few hours, as he'd pushed his time limit with his transformation earlier in the day. He wouldn't be able to transform for a little while longer, not that he figured he'd be needing it for the rest of the day. He was done with the job, so, unless if some guys attempted to jump him or something, Shimato was pretty sure he wouldn't need to return to his insectoid form.
Pulling out his phone, Shimato wrote and sent a PM to Sato over the Villain Chat that read, "I've done everything I can today with your armada down here, and I'll think you'll be pleasantly surprised with how these bad boys purr now. Actually, forget purring, these cars growl like angry tigers now. Anywho, do you want to talk payment or contracts or anything tonight while I'm here, or should I like mosey on out?"
He realized that he didn't really have an easy way out of here. Kasey had dropped him off and she'd been gone since he started, so he more than likely wasn't getting a ride back from her. This could mean one of a few things. He'd either be: walking home, borrowing a car or ambulance home, or he'd have to be taxi'd back home. He didn't really mind either way, but he was just a little curious as to how things would progress from here.
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