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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2018 15:02:01 GMT -4
i was ready to set the world on fire Sharp eyes, slender jawline, and hair as big as the secrets stashed inside. He didn’t need the details fresh in his memory; they were right in the palm of his hand in the form of a photorealistic tattoo of her face. And for fuck’s sake, no, he wasn’t some stalker carrying her image in hopes of catching her off guard. He just needed to know what she looked like, so he could keep hunting her down until she gave him what he wanted. Big difference. If his intel was worth blistering his hands over a deck of tainted bills, then chances were she’d turn up in this human landfill of a bar. The broker had offered her photo for a steep price. His mistake had been letting him see it at all. One glance and he’d burnt it, not to memory as others might've done, but to ink developed like film. Hazy lights both set the mood and shadowed dirty deals. Under tables, backed in corners. The idea that any fool would enter strictly for a drink was laughable. Competing with the nightly hues slathered thick across the city, the mottled ambiance easily dizzied anyone trying to rush in and out. Seedy stares made it known if they caught even a whiff of pure intent. The upright citizen made unwelcome with just one foot in the door. Satisfaction settled softly stepping straight into the scene, passing under the radar only validating him. If he discounted the task topping his priorities, he would’ve certainly taken his time scoping out the other patrons. This was the type of place that brought out the worst from the best. A hotbed of porcelain masks cracked under pressure looking to repair themselves via less than exemplary means. Another day. Because right now, his job was just made so much easier. Through thin crowds, past tattered tables, toward creaky barstools lined jaggedly at the counter. Two caricaturistic pigtails fell past narrow shoulders, shrinking her frame in comparison. He took the seat beside her but addressed the bartender first. "A beer for me." Then turning toward the young blonde, “And you? What’ll you have tonight?” An offer to let her next drink fall on his tab. Having gotten a closer inspection, he quirked a brow at how much younger she looked in person. It was none of his concern though, her background and business, so if she happened to be drinking around underage, all the more power to her. Arbitrary boundaries set by the government were better off broken and proven to be nothing more than paternalistic excuses for a power trip. All the while, he kept his left fist closed as to not reveal her likeness painted on his palm. Heat singed his skin as he erased it from view. Relaxing his grip, not a trace left behind. The worst way to start a conversation would be to have to explain why he approached her wearing her face as a tattoo. Evidence now erased, he dove headfirst. “Oracle is quite grandiose name, to give my first impressions.” One who divines. A nod to ancient mysticism and their so-called portals to fake gods. “But from what I hear, you live up to the title.”He turned then leaned back. Elbows on table, leg bent over knee, and chin pointed off ways for maximum aloofness. Toss in a slice of edgelord glinting off his leather jacket. Her reputation, if it was even remotely accurate, suggested a skill set that transcended normal human capacity, but then again, “normal” tumbled into new territories of meaning with the recent onslaught of quirks. Regardless of how she did it, he needed to see for himself if she was at all worth the shit she dug up.
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Post by kyoko hiromasa on Nov 28, 2018 8:13:06 GMT -4
Kyoko had been nonchalantly sitting at the counter on Miha's bar, she waved to the bar tender who was well acquainted with Kyoko by this point since bothering Miha in her free time was one of Kyoko's favorite pastime's in fact all of Miha's staff knew who she was, he was the closest thing to a father that she has so they all treated her as if she was his own daughter by this point. Coupled with the fact that they knew what she was capable of if they managed to piss her off enough, she'd stop at nothing to ruin their lives for crossing her. But that was besides the point! This guy was trailing on Kyoko's tail for quite some time so she figure she'd humor him and see what he wanted, she knew he was coming before this point just because of her connections with the underground information network she had worked so hard to set up.
Oh, he's here...ok a leather jacket, red hair..., plenty of tattoos, he's cute...what could he possibly want from her? He didn't spot her yet so she took some time analyzing him closely, however she couldn't really get a read on him. She also couldn't remember if she had seen his face before..it seemed familiar. Well maybe he knew her from her past? After all she tracked him since the beginning when he sought her out, that broker he spoke to was one of her assets that she kept in her pocket via blackmail. but he didnt pay for the picture...if not she would have gotten a portion of the funds..so how did he know her face? Hmmm she'd have to find out actually she was usually pretty good at covering her tracks
She awaited for him to approach her which shortly after he did and began to speak to her, wow he certainly was brave approaching her in her own domain so brazenly, or at least an extension of her domain since her and miha were buddy buddy. He began to speak to her and offered her a drink which she interpreted as a kind gesture or an attempt to buttering her up. She was wearing a fur boa and a skirt and leggings to blend in "A strawberry daiquiri please as usual." she said as hinting to the bartender to make a virgin style just in case Miha was watching her, knowing his fury would rain down upon her if she was drinking in his bar.
As soon she was done ordering her drink he got right to the point, ugh boring no word games? UNACCEPTABLE CONDITIONS kyoko screamed in her mind. "And despite such a grandiose name not many are able to find me or even know of me out right." she said taunting him."Oh getting right into the meat of things huh? Not even gonna pretend to know who I am at first before you ask for what you want?" she said sipping on the drink, "You better not be boring, I spent a lot of time leaving a trail for you to find me, im gonna be really annoyed if it turns out to be a waste of my time." she said plainly already knowing he was obviously here for something.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2018 21:17:47 GMT -4
i was ready to set the world on fire Yeesh, she cosplayed like his mom's trophy wife friends whenever they wanted to feel young again. Her choice of drink wildly complemented her fashion sense, obnoxiously sugary with an extra shot of showboating. He didn't miss the tacit exchange between her and the bartender, and his eye narrowed at the possible implications. To chalk this up as pandering to a regular would be entirely irresponsible of him. He might've just walked into a setup. He had to keep on his guard. But his situational awareness fell to shambles at her incessant and unmasked sneering. This chick.Still as plaster, he held his smile unwavering. How tempted he was to send her cocktail flying into the far end wall. "Leaving a trail for a no-name like me." A taste of his beer left foam on his lip, which he wiped away with the back of his hand. "A shame if the rest of you were that easy."No, it actually took forever to find her. He allowed himself another sip, seizing the silence with high speed recaps. The name first reached his ears at a shady place not unlike this one. He'd struck a balance between active and passive, only engaging fellow low-lives if there was any hint of getting closer to what he sought. Hopping from contact to contact, bouncing threats and bribes, running through the city following eight leads at once. His presence here was of his own doing. There was no way she had a hand in this. To imply he might've been careless enough to let slip his desperation for intel from across the sea—he refused to humor the thought any longer. In any case, even if she wasn't bluffing, he couldn't flip his cards just yet. He didn't know what she knew, so that already set him on bad footing. The less certainty he dealt her, the better. "And speaking of easy, I'm familiar with your accomplishments, but I have to admit, I'm looking for something of higher caliber." Not entirely untrue. From what he'd gathered, she made excellent work extracting the lives of degenerates caught on the sharp end of a grudge. But these targets were largely faceless and expendable to the public eye, no one of significance to tear through the cultural fabric holding these puppets in place. "Recently, there've been breaches plaguing the upper echelons of society. I've spoken to many along your supposed trail. If I recall correctly, none have attributed these particular scandals to you." He had no doubt these victims had tighter security measures in place compared to the average wage slave. A pause strung from his gaze to hers. Her arrogance would be her own undoing if she couldn’t hold it together right now. He examined her expression, letting the unsaid sink in before giving a disappointed sigh. “So tell me, Oracle. Where can I find someone capable of pulling off something of that scale?" Either she reveals a hidden role played in these exploits, or she admits her abilities wane in the face of pros. He did contemplate, just for a breath, over whether his remarks were too inflammatory. As welcome as it'd be to see this diva knocked down a peg, he couldn't have her running off and leaving him at a dead end.
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Post by kyoko hiromasa on Dec 29, 2018 19:12:16 GMT -4
She analyzed his words, wow someone has a silver tongue don't they? she was angered by his insinuation that she was not worthy of the job, especially after she did him the courtesy of meeting him to hear him out, respect was something that was GOING to be given to her, NOT earned. Interest turned into annoyance and she was NOT ready to be insulted by a no name lackey who was probably working for someone else. "Hmmm? Was it your mother who taught you to talk to a lady like that?" she said sipping her drink. "What was her name again? Lijung Deng?" she said fully aware that it was Ai's mother's name she was playing coy with him to get a reaction.
She took another sip of her drink and snapped her fingers, activating her quirk. She manifested 3 holograms showing information on him, his mother and his father. "You interest me because it took a little digging to find out about you. Ya know, since you went out and deleted all the public records surrounding your family." she said between sips and kicking one of her feet while she sat on the stool. Regardless of if he spoke or not she'd cut him off midway through his speech and continue "Ai Luo, 20, son of lijung deng. Quirk: Ink Scramble, it seems you can manipulate ink, but only ink that's been dried onto something, like your skin for example. You're also limited to having to touch the ink according to the files. You were radicalized by a group called darksunset or 4kun, i cant remember and have a deep hate for the government which is why they kept such detailed files on you. " she said as the screens of light vanished one by one. "Don't worry I actually made sure those files had vanished from the records public, and private. Only i have them and there are copies saved elsewhere." she said "And for future reference, if you knew ALL my accomplishment I wouldn't be very good at my role int he underground world now would I?" she said finishing off her drink since it did not have liquor in it.
Either this guy was a complete moron or he had an ace up his sleeve, after all she had home field advantage, or did he come in here knowing he could take on everyone in this bar? No way, if that was true he'd be more famous then thundershock and HE was one of the strongest people Tokyo has seen. "So you want to know who's been breaching these 'upper" class people?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 2:10:50 GMT -4
i was ready to set the world on fire He tethered down what almost made a smirk. Flashes of anger in her eyes filled him with impish decadence, tiny blue sparks that'd have set his zeal aflame if more pressing matters hadn't swooped in to seize the fuel. A slow burn, within the underbelly, sluggish and stable, warm and eternal, undeniably his. Filial piety, it was called. Unyielding loyalty to the line. As desperately as he'd tried to snuff it cold, the coals never sighed to black. Raspy, smoky breaths. Relentless. He had to hold it together under his gatekeeper's eyes, for only she held the key to the truth. But whether she'd choose to unlock the right door was very much still up to him. He sighed. "Consider her blameless. The fault lies with me." Looks like he'd overstepped. For a renowned broker, she was awfully touchy, erratic, a delicate pride. Without a doubt she shepherded broken record bleats, flocks of the unthinking who knew only flattery and praise. And soon enough, he figured out how. The drink in his hand flew from chest height to counter, reverberating glass screams as he slammed it down flat. Beer slid from clear walls and spilled down skin then to floor, dribbling now to granite surface as the bar top ran amber. "So you've done your homework." Shadows fell over an unamused face. "Congrats." How fortunate he got what he was looking for so soon. So she knew who he was, enough to peep into his family, and the fact she named names meant there was more she could do. And she proved it. With a bromidic jerk of hand, she checked him, walling off almost all means of escape. His breath stopped short right inside his throat. People of the past stared blind. First his mother, steadfast and ambitious, prior to years of legislative warfare scarring her skin with age. The youth in her expression clashed painfully with the most recent mental image of her. Adjacently floated his father, still blank, still tunneled in his vision of success. Below both hovered an outdated mirror, a snapshot of symmetry no more. "And was it your mother who taught you to dig through trash like that? I'll have you know—" Then off she went, full speed ahead, barreling toward what would be the end of him. Words, infuriatingly pitched and dipped in liquid hubris, slapped him upside the head in rapid-fire succession. Name. Age. Quirk. Org. As the holograms blipped out, his rage manifested, bloomed with young fissures throughout crystal walls, cresting as stress hit a ceiling, a hard line, so that his entire glass shattered in one explosive roar. Mimicking it was his poise. "How disappointing, to hear you of all people employ such propagandist terms." Shards spilled into a jagged pile beneath his palm, and his skin, fuming with residual heat, lay hardened and wholly unscathed. "I'm sure you and I both know what radicalized really means."This was precisely why he'd sworn off technology. Devils truly lived behind screens. He shuddered to think what would have happened to him if fate had led her elsewhere. Nestled and pampered in the government's lap, the world would've met no sooner demise. He scoffed at her self-congratulatory flourish as she tried to soothe his irrefutable fixation on the files. "And I suppose you're expecting me to thank you for resolving an issue you'd created yourself." He'd bite his tongue off before tasting defeat. And, dear god, she just kept going. Flashing hints she was capable of more. With delicate fingers, he picked up broken glass, then examined sharp glints under light. "Something tells me you know that I already know the answer." He set the fragment back down to fully meet her eyes. "What I don't know is, what's your price?"
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Post by kyoko hiromasa on Jan 23, 2019 4:22:28 GMT -4
Check mate. Kyoko had him where she wanted him now, he was clearly seeing what she was capable of now and immediately began to regret it from his facial reactions. However surprised quickly began to turn into what she could perceive as anger as she kept speaking, the glass cracked, she pretended to not notice at first until she really could not ignore it anymore. After the glass broke she shut up, his anger had bubbled and foamed up just like the beer he had just finished drinking. She expected blood to seep onto the counter...but...nothing..
Was it his quirk? His ink protected him...? what fearsome strength..Kyoko waited for him to do something crazy, the hairs on the back of her neck stood stiff as a board, her computer's fan turned on and let out some heat as she feared that he was about to lose it. She however maintained her composure, as if the glass shattering did not truly scare her to her core, maybe this is why the kids at school used to say she was just a robot made to mimic a human. She began to strategize if she'd win in a 1 vs 1 situation against him, her Whips twitched as she had them connected to her right now. They slowly began to grow behind her showing that he was activating them should someone see them, but from the angle at which she sat with Ai, he most likely would be unable to notice. They stayed hidden but then as he began to soothe his rage they retracted back to their sheathed mode.
Good, he wasn't the type to easily act out of anger. Catching her breath she turned her body towards him and crossed her legs leaning back, she looked to the bartender who nodded in response and walked over to clean the mess that he had just made. "Those words were that of the government office who kept details on you. I was just reading them out loud." she said listening to him asking his next question. She switched her legs crossing and leaned onto the bar using her elbow to support her head as she spoke once more, her lip gloss shining in the dimly lit room. "Yes, the term really means someone who has ideals that oppose the government's...and it scares them. They mark you as a heretic who spouts nonsense so no one hears you out." she was no stranger to the term herself, many would consider her methods to be extremely unorthodox. But the girl didn't care, she felt like she knew better then everyone else, she knew she had solutions to problems but nobody wanted to hear her out. He asked her if she was going to want to be compensated for helping him out to which she flat out replied. "No, I didn't make the mess and no I wont ask anything of you for it. It's just me being nice and helping someone in a similar situation as me." she said closing her eyes to hear him out next.
He stayed speaking cryptic. "I want you to say what it is you want me exactly to do. I'm the type that likes to know the truth, do not mince your words." she spoke in a sharp tone that was rather abrupt from her laid-back and relaxed attitude she was just displaying.
Oh? She got to name her price huh? She stared him up and down for a moment...he could be extremely useful to her, he didn't really seem to have much else to offer. "You." She said "My price is you." she said once again to clarify what she meant. She once again spoke in a rather bubbly tone that matched her drink choice. This is what Kyoko had meant when she declared check mate, it's not that she had him cornered. It's her declaring that she had won.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 10:59:10 GMT -4
i was ready to set the world on fire He'd lost his temper, how unfortunate. To think this paint-faced, poofy-haired, egotistic control freak held these aces and played them all at once. In a bar environment, broken glass was common. Some glanced their way and back. His eyes closed as a mental reset, then opened to find rigidity. Dry amusement was sent her way as the mess was swiftly swept. Her expression said little, though her silence spoke volumes. It meant her reaction was pending and her thoughts were still in flux. A glance at surrounding patrons hinted at developments he couldn't then identify. While it made sense for their stares to linger on him, even more hovered on her. Or rather, something behind her, something that horrified rather than pleased. Tossing him some half-baked definition in hopes he'll take the bait. Well, he wasn't biting. Again, more deflection. "I deleted those files, clearly not thoroughly enough. And you expect me to trust you've finished them off for good. What kind of fool do you take me for?"Just being nice. Call it intuition or a shred of common fucking sense, but people in her position didn't play nice. A sneak peek from the top of the pyramid left them hungrier than ever, delighted to stomp on the fingers of those still climbing and let their own power continue to amass. He scoffed, whipping his gaze to the side lest her obviously fabricated display of empathy send him rolling into laughter. "Data brokerage and comedy. What lovely hobbies you've assumed. Deliver the punchline, I insist. How does my situation possibly compare to yours?"Her impatience grew loudly and clearly, despite his own motives conveying the opposite. So she wanted straight answers. Fine, she was cocky enough to parade her own strengths, he was well due for reciprocity. "Former senator Lijung Deng. Do you have access to her recent location history?" Brief but actionable. No rhyme or reason included. How carefully he avoided the term "mother" and anything else that might've implied attachment. Remnants of her time in office were surely within reach, as the Oracle brazenly proved, but whether anyone still bothered to monitor his mother was, for better or worse, not as straightforward. Even if those crooks in all their arrogance decided she was of no interest, there must be some way, via mobile data or internet searches, to check how she was doing. Direct communications were off the table. Those could be tapped and tracked. With her location, at least he'd be able to tell if she was safe and operating normally. The last thing he wanted, however, was the Oracle to catch whiff of his worry and dangle it before her new work horse's eyes, a role she unexpectedly and explicitly wanted him to adopt. He nearly reeled in disgust. How dare she presume he'd be at all willing to play lapdog for a tyrant like her. He'd sooner tie a noose around his neck than a leash. " Some find humor to be an attractive quality in a person." He was tired of her games, and his expression made that evident. "I, unfortunately, do not."As she leaned back, he tilted forward, meeting her eyes with full force sans fear. "Let's pretend I comply with this ridiculous arrangement. What use am I to you?" Odds were she just wanted a toy, given she'd grown bored with the ones she had. However, if she envisioned actual utility, that meant he could do something she couldn't. And knowing that was worth humoring her lunacy.
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Post by Rosey on Sept 27, 2020 5:42:15 GMT -4
Kyoko has 361 exp and gained 15 exp.
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