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Post by Rosey on May 1, 2019 3:00:18 GMT -4
There is as the saying goes: a time and a place for everything. However, according to the opinion of Zoro, there could be a better timing and a better placing of some of the groups in Nakano, it was his beloved part of the town for crying out loud. Why did this have to happen to him. He was a little grumpy to say the least, you don't wake up very early in the morning, which was 4 am to him on a daily routine to get to his shop, work on the dough, bake the bread and just let the morning take him. A bakery, there is nothing so important as to start your day with a good piece of breakfast.
Or you know to have enough material for self defense was helpful too. That's why he was kind of okay with being in this bar at this hour, right after dinner, groggy, tired, grumpy but aware of what he had to do. He had asked for some vigilant assistance, you never know what these kind of people were planning to do as the eyes of the man scanned the crowd. You have to imagine that he did not at all minded what he saw but it also gave him doubt. Zoro Matsuyuki sat in a bar in the middle of Nakano, hidden away by allies and other flashier restaurants and pubs that would outshine this one for the police and hopefully the Yakuza. That did not change that it was very busy in here, which was the whole plan as Zoro wanted to try and sell these weapons for self defense and well he hoped that the woman who made them showed up as well, what better way to sell it than with the person who knew them best. No longer a need for addiction, just, plain selling, earning money, but something... something did not feel right. There was a knot in his stomach, he could not really put his finger on anything, maybe it was that some of the local business owners in this bar did not look familiar to him, maybe they were undercover agents or spies, he did not know but he hoped the Vigilantes that he asked for would show up soon to keep an eye on the matter, it was better that he would be late for the bakery tomorrow because of sore muscles then to not show up at all.
Maybe it was the dark atmosphere in here, that he could not read all the faces, maybe he just simply had a bad day. The man would see, believing in his instinct and just go on and wait for this moment to start, to sell, to earn, to go home. That was his strategy.
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Post by Brandon Drake on May 1, 2019 10:17:48 GMT -4
Brandon is resting on yet another wall hidden away from any certain asshole wanting to pick yet another fight with him (although to be fair HE was the one trying to pick that last fight). Chugging down another bottle of water, Brandon coughs in exhaustion as his helmet laid beside him. All this fighting has certainly been good for his mental health in terms of overall mood; he's almost back to his usual self. Still, would be nice to get an update on what exactly he was here for in the first place. He tried calling him up but the service here is TERRIBLE, like honestly. It's times like these where he would rather just sit in a restaurant and chow down on some noodles while waiting for his friend to call him, rather than some run up beaten alleyway.
The phone beeps, with his usual ringtone being absent. Instead, it's his message alert tone, one that normally gets the most usage from getting messages from his boss for some odd reasons. But this time, Its...Kent? What's he doing messaging? Is the signal that bad that he had to like do messaging? He's usually a talkative and secretive person, so he rather just...eh. Might as well check out the message.
"From: Tensai. Protect Zoro Matsuyuki, location:...Ahhhhhhhh....okay...." He slowly reads out the location in his mind, just in case something goes wrong. Apparently that's one of the reasons why he was here? Weird. What was the job even for? To stop this guy from dying or something? To protect him from some thugs? All this says is to protect him. But why? How is he gonna just...you know? How is he gonna protect this person without knowing why and how? Come on Kent you dickhead, be more clearer.
It didn't matter in the end, they already knew that Brandon would have accepted it anyway. Brandon rolls his eyes, replied back ("Got it."), slapped on his helmet and heads slowly to the destination that was marked down on Kent's message. He kept an eye out for any possible traps or assholes wanting to pick yet another fight with him. He's alone right now, so he can't exactly go just beat up random people at the moment. All he can do is just walk alongside the path to the bar, ready to help out yet another customer in need.
The bar was filled with a lot of shady-ass individuals. Some were like wearing suits, others were hiding their faces, others were like drinking down alcohol like there was no tomorrow, everything you can find in a shady bar found at the underbelly of the city. Brandon gives the bar a glance over. If he were to protect someone, reasonably it'll be the guy who's too nervous to defend himself. He passes over the booths, the small tables, the ba-hmm? Some guy was shaking in place there, trying to calm the nerves out of him by drowning them with some beer. That's probably my guy. He walks up to a chair next to him, and asks the bartender for a glasse of water. He's still feeling a bit peckish.
"So....Matsuyuki, right? You need protection?" He asks the man beside him. The man stared at him and, from how he acted, Brandon could tell he's a bit worried about him. Can't blame him, this whole place is filled with assholes and potential killers. No use trying to reason with those people, so better keep ones mouth shut tight or else. Brandon takes off the helmet to drink water, and just in case places his hood over his head. "Don't worry, I'm one of the guys you hired." He grabs one cup and starts drinking it until there's nothing left. Ice cold. Man that's good.
"Can I have another one?" he said to the bartender, who shook his head. Dang.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2019 1:56:52 GMT -4
It didn't take her long to find the place, It was more then she wanted to be involved but if she was going to at least make her alias believable she figured she couldn't simply shirk away from the request. Keeping up the act in full was one of the few ways she could keep a eye on her discreet investments she'd made to aiding her own desires in this growing tension and squabbles of a rival territory. She couldn't afford to come in plain clothes easily given who she was. So her disguise seemed best the way dressed all in tight leather and black tactical materials. Her scars hidden with makeup for what couldn't be stowed under her special mask and cloth that covered most of her body. A few spots revealed here and there but at least most of them somewhat make up covered. Her good eye watched carefully from under her dark mask as she made her way through the bar and the location. A small clack to each step she made and the sway of her hips made it hard to miss her at times as well. Carrying her self with a suave and almost seducting motion as she seemed to glide from one end of the establishment to the other. Picking up only a mild bit of the conversation before taking a seat opposite side the man she'd been sent to see as the first arrival. Only hearing briefly he seemed to have also been there for similar reasons. A sly grin as she sat down peering with a masked expression as her yellowish brown eye looked over them both briefly in a stare of observation. " Vigilant flame.~ Charmed I'm sure." She'd say introducing herself briefly to make things more easy and hopefully not tensed. Or remove tension if any had sprouted from her arrival. " Seem's you've chosen a bit of risky business to be up too and needed a little assistance? Must truly be worrisome to invite so much to a place such as this? Hmm?" She'd say curiously inquiring on the situation in her own way as if trying to pull a bit more information out as well. The whole play of it making her feel lightly more excited biting her lower lip briefly in curiosity and anticipation. |
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Post by Charles Carter on May 2, 2019 6:04:11 GMT -4
The bar was far too packed for everyone to notice Charles, but those that did stopped or brought their conversation to a whisper as their eyes followed the strange man. The foreigner was tall and thin- his skin a light gray with darker shades of the same ilk plastered in spots all along his torso and arms. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but rather a dark green cape with a leather belt strapped across the chest. His pants were a little on the baggier side, another belt holding them up with a sheath attached to it, which seemed to be holding a knife, though it was impossible to tell without it being pulled out. After all, it was much larger than any normal knife, yet too short and stout to be a sword either. The finishing touch was a brown, old Western style cowboy hat atop his head- which completed the vigilante’s strange ensemble.
Kenji was safe at home- whether that was his apartment or the Pink Jackal proper- meaning that the caped crusader was free to wander the streets and deliver justice as necessary. Rather than the usual patrols or hunting down criminals however, he’d recently heard of unrest in an area called ‘Nakano’. Over the last several days, he’d come out and talked to some of the local townspeople, who seemed to be caught in the crossfire between the Yakuza and the overly intrusive police force. The result of their feud seemed to affect the people who lived there the most- which had forced them to form a sort of neighborhood watch referred to as the Railway Union. After talking with several figures in the group, he’d decided that his efforts were best placed in assisting this group in whatever way he could. This time, he wouldn’t just be stopping crime as it popped up or hindering negative legal repercussions from police action, but rather helping the Railway Union gain power altogether to protect the people and prevent any future groups on either side of the spectrum oppressing them.
This request had personally been given to him by another one of the Union’s members, who described what the man looked like and vaguely that he needed protection. Charles could understand why they didn’t give him the specifics of the situation- after all, he was new to their group and didn’t even live in Nakano, so he agreed to help despite the lack of information. After a few seconds of searching, he saw a man who matched the description next to two other figures- a man with brown hair, and a woman in tight black clothes. Though the man didn’t stand out too much, the woman seemed to have as much of a flair for the dramatic as Charles, albeit with different tastes. ”Howdy” he greeted, his voice low and raspy as he approached the table, pulling out a chair and taking a seat across from the man, ”Zoro I take it? My alias is Spots, and I’m here to supervise whatever you’ve got planned.”
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Post by Rosey on May 4, 2019 16:55:49 GMT -4
"A beer." The bar owner looked at him as if he was crazy, not always did it help if you were so to say, the best baker in town. But he got a beer anyway. If this was not an important job and if the bar owner was not a friend of his, he would maybe have a chat, complaining about being here and having to be up early in the morning. No he had that knot in his stomach that made him shut up. It made him a bit shaky a bit strange for his doing, it was probably because he was tired too. He sat up straight when someone joined him and looked at the man that asked for his name. Always nice how the railway Union told his name, first and last and he did not know any names or aliases, maybe he should get one himself: the baker. Kidding, everyone would still know who he was. He gave a firm nod though, "Yes. Well protection is maybe a strong word, help is a better one. You see how busy it is here a man like me can't do everything by himself in case." In case what? If he would get a sixth sense in his next life, he would rather have one well divined so he knew what to expect instead of having a strange feeling. The man wanted to continue to explain something but first took a sip of his beer as well as being interrupted by a second vigilante or well he simply assumed, he did not care. This woman seemed to understand exactly his problem so bruusk he replied; "Yes and most I don't even know, such as you two yourself. I know a lot of people in Nakano and I am not so sure about the bunch over here. But a fine I am glad you are here," At least he assumed those were the people that were hired for his protection, the reason why he needed more protection than say someone else from the railway union was because he was quirkless, but don't underestimate the man, he was quite tough and strong. Still with the bunch around him and the creepy feeling that now moved along his spine, he was glad to not be alone. The third and last one showed up, Spots, he believed he had heard the name before and again gave a firm nod, "Thanks, with that I can start this bidding thing, we're selling weapons to those we trust to rally with us against the Yakuza and the police. I just need to make sure those people are trustworthy and not have any shady business, we can use the defense you see, so I am glad you all are here." He stood up to grab the crate that was behind the bar, it worked well to have buddies here and there, he put it on the table to show the weapons they got from an anonymous donor, the good thing was that it had been so much that they were all having multiple weapons but to sell it to the good people would bring them more money to finance other things and it would help them to aid against the bigger deal.
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Post by Brandon Drake on May 4, 2019 18:19:40 GMT -4
Brandon pauses for a minute, with his hood managing to cover up his wide expressive eyes. The man just told him that he was going to sell weapons...this normal looking guy. This plain ass regular guy (with admittedly well toned muscles)...wants to sell weapons. Brandon blankly stares at him, then turns his head and calmly picks up the cup to try to drink, only to realize that he already downed all the water. "...Aight, I guess. Makes sense to ask us for helping...considering if you asked the police or any pro hero some stuff might go wrong...So what do you want us to do, like keep an eye out for like, dumbasses and snitches?" He stares at his 'fellow' compatriots, who appear to be eyeing all the weapons the man pulled out and laid on the table. A large assortment of weapons, enough that anyone that was interested can find what they desired. Where did this guy even get these? It's like a treasure trove for criminals and assholes.
Out of the trio, Brandon in hindsight is a bit out of place. A motorcycle helmet-wearing guy with a fancy souvenir jacket compared to: A femme fatal dressed in black leather with a dark mask obscuring the majority of her face, and a literal cowboy. Like come on, this western looking ass dude waltzes up to the bar and with his low and raspy voice literally says "howdy." He can't even insult the man, like he deadass went "Howdy" on the crowd, that takes dedication to the gimmick. A master of his craft, so to say. Meanwhile, his jacket was secondhand bought at some old swap-meet, where he was surrounded by several shitty looking stands displaying their bootleg shirts and backpacks, and the only thing special out of his helmet was the special visor that Kent crafted for him. And the funny thing is, he isn't even wearing it right now! It's laying on the table just resting there as he drinks water like a dumbass, like come on, man! Brandon shakes his head and tries to remained focused. They look shady as hell, but for now they're all on the same team...but he can't afford to leave them unsupervised. Especially that lady; something about her seemed artificial...like a doll. He never did like those kind of women who try to play off that they're too good for this shit and act all sultry and seductive and show some skin...they always lead to bad stuff. At least, that's what his dad said when he was casually chatting about an old flame of his. Wonder if Kent knew that she would be here...
Brandon's train of thought pauses for a moment. Why did Kent send me here?! This is the same guy who would break down in delight upon seeing a small gerbil or some shit? Why is he sending me here to keep an eye out on this weapon bidding?! Jesus christ, Kent, you goddamn idiot. Brandon shakes his head, then stares back at the weapons crate. "Ya know, the lady is right. Even with three bodyguards, you shouldn't be fragrantly displaying these weapons out in the open. You had the right idea hiding them behind the bar, you get me? You really must be desperate to sell them here..." He looks over the man's profile. This guy is too simple, and really out of his element. This has to be a desperate grab for money and protection. Probably for a family...Ah. So that's why Kent accepted the job for me...Still, something in the back of my head is bugging me...should probably ask him ...hope he doesn't take it the wrong way.
"Gonna guess that after all this, this you're gonna give us whatever is remaining in this crate, huh." This man needs money, so logically Kent would accept this job if he payed him something of monetary value...so what better value than weapons obtained through underhanded methods? Please say you're paying us with money. Please say you're paying us with money... He glances at the crew, who were probably a bit too cautious in asking whatever he'll pay them with...or maybe they already did. Maybe he already discussed with those two and Kent during the contract. If that's the case, that could explain why Kent didn't tell him anything about the deal...
He's gonna have a long talk with that dumbass after this.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2019 12:36:43 GMT -4
Her good eye didn't take long to even give much of a glance to notice of caring for what the man seemed to have in his possession as well as the authority to sell. If it was as she expected it'd all be according to plan she hoped. Like a clever serpent hidden in the grasp she hoped to nip her way into things in small bites to allow the venom to soak through the railroad. "Interesting, But I suppose such business is best done quickly and with little distractions. With such valuable cargo we should perhaps get to it right?" She'd say behind her mask leaning lightly against the bar. Her single eye making little note of the guns themselves. She almost felt a little sad they couldn't slip in stronger stuff to really make this a fire show for the ages. But that would have been to risky.
She paid little attention to her allies, While she had her own plans this disguise and current situation determined her needing to play the part she'd taken to creating with the costume and false identity. So for now she'd simply play nice and see where the night would take them in this chaotically delicious escapade. Remaining close to the large albeit plain main in charge of the dealings this evenings. She was curious to see just how well a true agent of the railroad would operate with such gifts. She wouldn'y say she was quite impressed just yet but the night was still young after all.
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Post by Charles Carter on May 7, 2019 0:05:42 GMT -4
Charles’ partners for this assignment, a man and woman he’d never met, seemed fine with the proposition of protecting an arms exchange. The cowboy had no issue with it either, though an eyebrow did perk up when the brown haired man asked about their pay, and whether or not it would involve any leftover weapons. The caped crusader wasn’t in this for cash, but he could understand why his partner would bring it up. Not everyone could be expected to help others out of the goodness of their hearts, and at least he was helping out the group that he deemed to be the side of justice in this conflict. ”If you are giving out spare weapons, I’ll take ‘em. If it’s just cash though, I don’t need any. I’m simply here to lend a hand- it ain’t about the money” he said, making his intentions clear.
The woman around his age had the right idea: best to get straight to the point. If everyone here was a customer, then there was a solid chance that people from the other two factions might be present. The bar had far too large of a gathering for it to be kept secret- though perhaps that was just Charles being paranoid. Nevertheless, he kept a hand on the hilt of his Bowie Knife, ready to pull it out if need be.
He’d stride somewhere slightly to the side, between the broker who was auctioning weapons and the rest of the crowd proper- maybe about a foot or two away from the baker. It was far enough to not cause suspicion, though his appearance did that either way, and close enough that he could hopefully react if someone tried to attack him. Of course, if the assailant had a firearm with them, then it wouldn’t be so simple. He knew that guns weren’t easy to get a hold of in Japan, and he was still working on getting the licenses to bring his own revolver over- but that crate of weapons had proved it wasn’t impossible.
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Post by Rosey on May 9, 2019 6:17:47 GMT -4
As Zoro put the weapons on the table he looked at Brandon and Nori who spoke to him, especially to Brandon. "You think that selling weapons without showing them works for a bunch like this? They want to make sure it's the real deal, even when I stand here you don't want to hear those people demand me to shoot to make sure it aint plastic. Now I am sure there are people out there with there pretty whats the name of those printers that can even build one from scratch but we have to do it the old fashion way. We have to trust that the people of Nakano want to stay the people of Nakano, no police, no yakuza come busting in to fix that so we have to do it ourselves." The second question of both Brandon and Charles surprised the man, he frowned a little, his leader had told him nothing about that sorts and he looked shortly to Charles who did seem to be okay with not getting anything out of it, man the heroes nowadays even if these were of the illegal kind, what use were they if this was the way they approached the matter. They needed help as the Railway union, it was offered to them but look how they would have to honour that help. "I did not invite anyone and I don't know what my boss said to pay you all, we hope to sell weapons to those that will help us, if you will and we have left overs, I don't see why not." He did not like to give that answer to Brandon but he would have to say something to keep him here.
The baker decided to put matters into action the same way as Nori had just said, they should work this out. So he would clapp in his hands to get the attention from the crowd but not yet. He hesitated to think of a plan As Nori had said, it was quite a big crowd which worried Zoro as well, look he normally did not do the selling part but he would not say no if they offered him a job to do for the greater good of Nakano. But even if he normally did not do this part of the jobs of the Railway union, even he had this knot in his stomach that told him too that this were not all the right people. He leaned to Nori, "You seem like a charming lady, right? Could you not walk around, offer drinks, I pay the barman don't worry but keep an eye out of already existing weapons?" He whispered to the charming lady, everyone surely would keep their eyes on her if she swayed her way around the tables and people, that was a starter. The baker felt bad to make use of that but as he thought about his own wife and daughter, he realized he would do everything to get Nakano to be safe again for them. He put the crate back behind the bar, nodding to Brandon and Charles. "Fine I understand slightly what you mean. So we take out one weapon at the time to not show what we have, sounds better?" With that set up, he could understand Charles taking a bit of distance, he wouldn't mind if Brandon stayed by his side.
This time with the set up he clapped in his hands to claim the attention, "Okay everyone knows why we are here, let's get this over with as quickly as possible. I don't need yelling, I just need firm bids and immediate payment." He made sure to be clear, this would probably come in handy, right?
ooc: Zoro doesn't know all your names but just for indication I used them ;)
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Post by Brandon Drake on May 9, 2019 10:18:32 GMT -4
Brandon pondered over the man's response, then quietly laughs. "Then I guess we're on the same side then, huh. Just two people being used for someone else's dirty work..." He grabs the helmet and slaps it on, getting himself ready for any oncoming threat to happen to the man. This made him feel a bit better to know that the man really was out of his element, and at the end of the day didn't plan this out at all. He was no mastermind, he was just some poor smhuck who does what he has to do in order to survive in this climate. Just another worker in the system known as vigilantism and crime....just like him. Brandon frowns a little underneath the helmet, but manages to not show any real sign of his attitude to the others. There's no need to show any sign of weakness in front of his allies, in case one of them acts a bit...suspicious.
He gives a small thumbs up at the western-drama-looking ass cowboy for small encouragement, then gets himself near Matsuyuki as the man starts to shout to the whole room. However, not everyone responded well. Brandon decided it was time to take matters to his own hands. "OI! EVERYONE!" He managed to grab the majority of the room's attention, then looks at Matsuyuki and nods, letting him finish.
The way this 'auction' works might go a bit ugly, especially with the several shady thugs staring at Matsuyuki, eyeing for any excuse to go wild. It was a good idea to reconsider the way he displays the weapons, but even showing them one by one could cause trouble with how slow he's doing it. Some criminals can just get impatient with this sort of thing. So, while he's pulling out the weapon, Brandon will get in the middle of him and the crowd, in case anyone tries to get rowdy. He can emit a small amount of steam to make them back off, although he'll have to warn Matsuyuki beforehand. He eyes the gunman, whose role in this is pretty obvious. He'll have to depend on him for assholes who try to attack from the back.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2019 13:10:42 GMT -4
She couldn't help but lightly blink behind her mask. The one good eye's feint yellowish brown tint seeming to flicker brighter for the briefest of moments. The idea of what she'd been asked to do... She saw the idea he tried to make and it certainly fit into the whole act she'd set up for herself. But even still if anyone had asked the true woman's self to do such a thing on their own would have found a very rough answer in response. But in the end she would relent as only the flicker of her eye would be all she showed in defiance. Such a detail there and gone as quickly as it came likely hard to pick up on.
"I see where you're thoughts fall,... Not a bad idea but here I was hoping my other skills would have come in handy too. But I suppose the night is still young." She'd say in a sweet but almost venomous tone. Smiling at the mine with her bright eye as she'd turn to claim a tray after a moments conversation with the barkeep. As she turned leaning against the bar as she made her orders leaning in and against the bar so her rear would face the crowd with her back lightly arched leaning forward talking to the man. lifting slowly as she turned moments later balancing well two trays on either hand with drinks to offer. Her good eye keen to watch for anything of note or danger that may have shown as she'd glide along the floor from place to place. Each step causing a light clack of her shoes that would only draw more eyes. Her body moving easily in balance to hold the trays nearly perfectly as her hips swayed lightly.
Each person she passed offering the refreshments to raise cheer and hopefully loosen up bidders when the games started. Taking to it playfully as each time she leaned in to offer the gentlemen or even the ladies their drinks. Her back arching so she could lean into them allowing them to take the cups themselves from the trays. Her frontal view a beat of tease as her tight leather tactical suit had been unzipped just enough so those at the tables would feel flustered lightly having to reach for her only able to grab a glass of drink and not where their eyes looked instead. Allowing her eye to search over the scene that much easier without being noticed as well.
Each time she did so as well her rear from the pose she took in serving kept other eyes upon her and not from her compatriots as they'd do their job as well. All the while moving from place to place making casual chatter and using her figure as a tool in its own right. All the while laughing at jokes and watching for any weapons or people that would spark any intrigue that may have been out of place.
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Post by Charles Carter on May 14, 2019 13:24:43 GMT -4
Charles would remain stalwart only a foot or so away from a man, his eyes sweeping over the crowd to look for any suspicious characters after he called everyone’s attention to begin the auction. The crowd was large, but working at the Pink Jackal, he was used to enormous groups of people bundled together. In particular, he’d look for anyone that already had a weapon on them, since they were the most dangerous people, and the people who were least likely here in need of a weapon themselves. As he searched however, he found himself distracted by the girl who moved throughout the bar, serving people and generating interest for the auction.
His acquaintance had no trouble shaking her hips and using her body to shamelessly garner attention from others, something that made the old fashioned cowboy’s face flush a slight red for a moment before looking away. He wasn’t used to such bold behavior from attractive young woman, having grown up in the heart of the Bible belt back home. Does she have no sense of decency? he wondered as he tried to focus his attention back on looking for any potential troublemakers.
The auction seemed like it was going smoothly so far, people already putting up their bids and calling out to the first weapon the man had pulled out. It was a good sign, showing that at this rate, they’d probably make their fundraising goal.
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Post by Rosey on May 22, 2019 5:10:11 GMT -4
Okay so, he might not be the right one with words, he might not been entirely made for this anyway as Brandon pointed out a better approach and well he hoped Nori wouldn't be offended, he meant for her to just make chit chat and offer drinks in that chit chat to distract people, not to make a waitress but to be honest, he thought her idea might work even better. It would surely distract men long enough and probably also some women to see if they had weapons or not. He did not want to be so insecure about this but the bar was full, now he recognized some faces but it wouldn't surprise him if the Railway union in Nakano was growing that he would not recognize all of them anymore. Zoro turned to look at Brandon with a soft nod to thank him for the attention and he eyed the youngsters that sat in the front that did not seem to e shy for a little banter or fun, Zoro himself definitely did not feel for that but right now, they did not do anything but hasty whispers.
He lifted up the first weapon, they were all not ready to be shot, like he told Brandon, he was sure that someone would ask for him to shoot it to make sure it wasn't plastic, but the magazine wasn't in there and even if he would add it, there was no ammunition in it. Not that they did not have that in the heavy suitcase but that was all the tactical plan. He opened his mouth, he got the attention thanks to Brandon but before the first word could leave his lips.
There was a loud noise.
A loud impact behind him, making him fall over the table in front of him. Noticing the pieces of wall that came around him and before he could turn around a second explosion showed up and he had to fall of the table, pull it with him when a part of the bar exploded. Alcohol and fire was not a good thing. "Grab that suitcase!" You did not want to have fire with the ammunition and weapons there. The fire thankfully though spread trough the left side of the bar, on the opposite side of Zoro and Brandon but it was spreading rather quick and the Railway union people got up, screaming, shouting, pulling each other away, Zoro tried to climb up and quickly see where Nori was, because well she was a bit his worry right.
"Get out quickly." He called, either the police or the Yakuza had found out, did that mean there was a traitor among them? Before he could understand what was happening some people stood beside him again, crying, shouting, crying: We can't get out, there is Yakuza in front of the door.
But the fire was catching up at the back, he had no idea what to do.
If you looked outside, there stood 8 men in front of the bar, the ninth, the one that stood out was the one in the middle, with a happy-sappy grin on his face. The man surely looked like entertainment.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here, some small rats that are trying to disobey our rules, the Igawaro does not agree with such vermin, what better way but to simply... get rid of it?"
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Post by Brandon Drake on May 22, 2019 10:59:55 GMT -4
Of course something bad had to happen. Things like these never go according to plan. Brandon should know, after all he's used to his or Kent's plans completely falling part by the seam whenever he or anyone do anything stupid. It's also more obvious that when you're doing something many would consider 'illegal' in many people's eyes, things tend to fall apart faster than usual. It just so happened that in this case, things were literally falling apart.
Brandon was shaken up by the explosion, lying on the ground but not badly harmed. On cue, his scales have started to slowly form on his body, something that in hindsight he should have done beforehand in case of...well this happening. Still, better now than later, he thinks as his scales form around his arms and chest. The whole place was shaken up by the explosions, with a small fire brewing up. Brandon wasn't a stranger to fire or it's tendency to make things around it 'hot' considering that every time he fights his whole body is technically being roasted, but not Matsuyuki. That guy was normal as hell, and if he got hurt in this fight for some damn reason...there's no use thinking about it. He's gotta get the guy out of here.
"Hey, Matsuyuki! The hell are you?" He looks around and sees his fellow partners in crime scattered around. He sees Matsuyuki on the ground near a fallen table, then rushes towards him. He attempts to pull him up. "Hey, gun man! Leather lady! Clear a path, I'm gonna drag Matsuyuki out of here!" He looks around. The back's on fire, and he can't really run through it while screaming while carrying Matsuyuki, so that's out of the question. Out up front are some weird voices coming out, almost mocking them for some reason. It's hard to tell with all the burning and stuff, but it's pretty obvious that they must have played a strong role in this. "...Okay, this is gonna be harder than I thought. Lady, you got any ideas?" He yells at Nori for a game plan. She seemed like the the kind of gal who schemes a lot behind people's backs, so she probably thought about this happening in some capacity.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2019 21:20:18 GMT -4
It was a rather quick change of scenery. The shapely figure of frame going from appearing fluid like in motion to loosen up the wallets of those wanting to bid for the truly wanted protection. Some trying to just look better then others by able to offer more money in front of her. But things quickly changed when the explosion of the one wall shot out sending fire and other debris strewn about the place in a haphazardly motion.
She couldn't help but lick her lips as the leather suit made soft sounds as her body and muscles tightened at the excitement of the chaos she assessed calmly around her began to ensue. Her body making small cracking sounds accompanied by that of crumbling pops like that of rock and rubble put in motion. Her features while shapely also becoming far more defined and lightly darker in tone. A flame slowly building around her body as well as the hardened flesh over taking her body seemed to shortly ignite into a light aura of flame that floated around her in a constant low burn. Her foot steps while still with a sway in the hips to them carrying a heavier thud with each step. The burning coal body appearing a bit more dangerous then the leathered woman the villains may have saw earlier.
"Coming to crash the party kiddies?" She'd ask in a saucy tone chuckling a bit at the end of the words. Allowing her allies to pass by but her focus remaining upon the threat though not far off attempting to claim a prize it seemed. The fire born princess standing before them a bit defiantly in all her glory.
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