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Post by Sunaho on Sept 9, 2019 18:10:04 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE
”Russians?”
Sunaho raised a skeptical brow towards the older gentleman before her. Their empty lot was a bit less crowded than usual, so it was strange that he'd decided to show up at this quieter time. Normally, he preferred to keep low, keep his ears to the ground and appear when needed. Now, here he was, talking to her about quite the fanciful tale of foreigners.
”It isn’t that surprising, is it?” The aged man asked, leaning back against the same wall which Sunaho was situated against. ”Tokyo is a hotbed of opportunity for criminals these days. It’s easy enough for them to maintain contact with the motherland and still do their business here.” The man explained calmly, earning a furrowed look from Sunaho.
”Still, to be on our turf… You sure about this shit, Matsuda?”
Her concern earned a huff from the man in question. ”Now you start doubting me? Trust me, I’ve got a good ear for these things.” Matsuda reassured, before Sunaho frowned at him, unamused.
”I’m just not discounting the chance you’re going senile. Either way, Russians could be bad news.” The green-haired woman lamented, looking around at the crew they currently had available. Some of her men were sent off to fence goods, leaving her with some of the fresher blood currently loitering in their little empty lot. Their numbers were good enough for any visit, she figured.
”You figure they’ll be an invasive species?” Matsuda queried.
”Potentially. They could also just be government puppets, or part of bigger funding. Never know with these foreign groups.” Sunaho pushed off the wall, eyeing up her group. ”Or they could be into real messed-up shit. At least the Yakuza usually have some sensibility. The Bosozoku just wanna fight. But I ain’t about to share our territory with any foreign going that’s dealing in human trafficking or organ trade. It’s a stain on us to let freaks like that be.” The Chinese gangs were bad enough in that regard, but none were close enough to the Dust Devils’ territory to warrant concern. These Russians, however… Were worth checking out.
”Anyway, they’re probably new to Japan. Let’s give them a welcoming committee.” Sunaho uttered to Matsuda before stepping up onto one of the crates in the empty lot to rally her troops.
”Alright Dust Devils! We’ve got foreigners in town. Russians, from the motherland. If you wanna give the Reds a visit, get those masks on.” The woman would shout, surprised looks turning her way, before a few hearty cheers were let out by the Dust Devils interested in some action. Some were already grabbing what ‘weapons’ they had - mostly pipes and chains - and Sunaho didn’t stop them. Even if these Russians weren’t an immediate threat, it couldn’t hurt to intimidate them a little. Let them know whose turf they were on.
Either way, once her crew was ready, it was time to pay a visit to the new kids in town. Sunaho turned towards Matsuda as he donned his bovine skull mask, readying to depart.
”You said you know where they’ve set up shop, so lead the way, old man.”
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Post by Anastasia R. Volotskaya on Sept 12, 2019 18:33:28 GMT -4
 Don't Let It Bring You DOWN
"Сколько раз я должен сказать тебе, Демитри?! (How many times do I have to tell you, Demitri?!)" A cold scowl was painted on the redhead's face once again at the man's incompetence, letting out a loud sigh before continuing,"Мы перевозим ценное дерьмо. Будьте осторожны с этим, или вы пожалеете об этом. (We are transporting valuable shit. Be careful with it or you'll regret it.)" The man quickly nodded before picking the crate back up from the place he'd lost grip of it and shuffling away, leaving Anastasia in the center of the warehouse while her men worked around her. They avoided bumping into her out of fear, which was the foundation to ruling well in the redhead's eyes. Unlike the other gangs that she'd come across in her time as a smuggler that were built on a familial view and a sense of belonging, the crime family she clutched onto with an iron fist could hardly be compared. And, with how she treated the likes of her men, she knew that they would do whatever it was she asked.They hardly had the option now that she'd taken the lot of them to Japan. This life- a cruel existence as somewhat of an indentured servant to a scorned woman- was the only one that could accept them now.Anastasia made her rounds, watching everyone else work while she barked orders. The warehouse was only standing because of the hard-work and investments she'd made to get them here, and the redhead couldn't see it otherwise. To her, they were just stupid men. She'd allowed no one else to join but easily-manipulated dolts, most of them mutated the point of societal rejection, with no future and scooped them up for later use.Tools. The lot of them.One of the lookouts, Andrei, who had just barely scraped by sixteen pushed the large entrance door open just enough to squeeze in. He sprinted towards the redhead, stopping just short of her to pant as if he'd run miles just to come to her,"Кто-то идет... группа... Они вооружены... (Someone is coming... A group... They're armed...)" Anastasia's eyes glared suspiciously at the younger boy, but glanced around the room nonetheless at the group as silence fell across the warehouse. Her icy stare fell back upon the child stood in front of her, and she knew quite well the decision she had to make."Возьми свое оружие! У нас есть компания! (Get your weapons! We have company!)" The redhead's order echoed around on the warehouse's walls as her henchmen dropped their crates to ready themselves. A gloved hand would reach up to rest on Andrei's shoulder,"Иди и спрячься, малышка. Мы справимся с этим. (Go and hide, little one. We can handle this.)" It's true. Ana had a soft spot for children, especially ones that were drafted in when it was the only path available for them. The boy nodded, rushing past her to hide behind the large crates full of firearms they'd brought over on the cargo ship from Russia. The other men prepared all the while, some activating Quirks while others reached for bats and machetes.
The walking smelter reached for the dagger hilts on each side of her thighs, pulling them up to her mouth. Ana could feel the swirling of molten metal at the back of her mouth, and it slid over her tongue to pool just inside. Two twin daggers were slid from her lips, still painted orange as they began cooling off from the outside air.
Japan hadn't turned out to be quite as accommodating as the redhead would have hoped, but this was much more up her alley anyway. And, as she and rest of her gang walked out onto the street outside the warehouse they claimed, Anastasia felt a little more at home at the thought of another gang war.
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Post by Sunaho on Sept 22, 2019 22:49:15 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE "Warehouses... We could use one sometime."
Sunaho mused idly as they wandered into the den of Russians that Matsuda guided them towards. The man in question was only a couple of steps in front of the green-haired woman, clad in a mask resembling a bull's skull. Behind Sunaho, who wore no mask herself, was the rest of her crew. They all wore similar masks of similarly skeletal design, ranging widely in the details. That they tried to understand this theme was the only real dress code that Sunaho imposed. After all, some of her Dust Devils had other things to take care of. Some of them couldn't afford to freely reveal their faces during times like this.
Even people like that had ended up following her.
Eagerly clenching their chains and pipes and bats, Sunaho smirked towards Matsuda, as she noticed some foreign individuals gathering in the street outside the warehouse they approached. "You speak any Russian?" She queried. "Not a word." He replied. Rather than testing the waters with Japanese, Sunaho sighed, realizing what the best option was.
"English it is then."
They'd forced her to learn it back when she was young, and dealing with foreigners on their turf had helped her keep up with practice. Sunaho still thought she sounded like an idiot speaking in her poorly pronounced English, but it was better than whipping out the Japanese-Russian dictionary that she doubted anyone had remembered to bring.
Sauntering up to the Slavs standing in the street, Matsuda would let Sunaho would ahead, the woman grinning widely at the lot she approached. There was a fair number of them, none looking too hospitable. That wasn't fair, really, this was their turf, after all. None of them stood out too much to Sunaho, with all the damned foreigners more or less looking the same in her eyes. Bar one. There was another woman who seemed to be the top dog. Red hair, a deadly look to her. The leader of this gang, if Sunaho had to guess. The one most in need of a warm welcome.
"Hello!" Sunaho would shout in Englis, extending her arms as she walked towards them in an exaggerated gesture of greeting. A sly grin formed on her face, as she stopped in place and held a hand up to the rest of her gang. They stood where they were, not too far from the opposing gang, ready to fight if it came to that.
It would almost certainly come to that.
Stepping ahead of the Dust Devils, Sunaho would continue speaking in her condescending tone. "Welcome to... Japan!" Matsuda, beneath his mask, rolled his eyes. Sunaho smiled sarcastially towards the redhead. "I am Sunaho. We are Dust Devils. This is our turf. So, welcome you." That should get some of the messages across, but Sunaho wasn't just here to welcome them. She was curious as well. The woman glanced past them towards the warehouse, which she presumed was storing something.
"Hey, what is in there? What are you guys... Dealing in?"
She gave them a piercing look, as her Dust Devils remained quiet but eager behind her. If everything went well, they might find out what these Russians were up to in their part of Tokyo, and how territorial they were. Either way, Sunaho figured it wasn't going to hurt if she gave them a bit of a demonstration on who's in charge.
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Post by Anastasia R. Volotskaya on Nov 3, 2019 23:53:31 GMT -4
Don't Let It Bring You DOWNThe bite of the night air would have made Ana shudder if her body wasn't constantly sweltering, gloved hands clutching the double daggers at her side as she and the rest of her ragtag gang stepped outside. Her heels clicked against the cement of her rightfully owned turf until the 'group' that Andrei had mentioned turned the corner and made themselves known. It made the redhead scoff, and she glared at the woman who she immediately assumed was the leader as she stepped up,"тьфу, английский. (Ugh, English.)" She muttered. Her eyebrows furrowed at the idiotic display that Ana was being given, sharp eyes following the masks of the crowd behind the mint-haired woman. In their hands they held weapons just as deadly as her own groups, but the leader herself held nothing. The redhead knew that meant she had to be twice as cautious- no weapon held at her side could only mean she was concealing it. It made the grip on her daggers tighten, white knuckles hidden underneath her gloves.
"Get lost, woman." Her English, though only slightly better than her incredibly rough Japanese, was heavily accented from her Russian ties,"What we deal is ours. We bought warehouse with money. This is ours." Ana stepped ahead of her crew, her now cooled daggers twirled at her side between her fingers as she stopped meters before Sunaho,"I don't want to hurt pretty faces. You leave, we have no trouble." Her daggers were held once more when the blade was turned away from the green-haired woman, and she smirked as her stance was lowered and her arms were brought up to brandish her blades,"But, you are not leaving. Is that correct...?" Ana let molten metal pour into her mouth like saliva, spitting it out towards the woman. It wouldn't hit her, not even close, but it would be the signal towards the Russians to start that gang war. The mutated group behind her would sprint forward, flooding around their leader as she stood with her daggers held. The idea of a hidden weapon was still lingering in her head.
No, she'd let Sunaho make the first move. They would fight- woman to woman- as the gangs went at it themselves.
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Post by Sunaho on Dec 4, 2019 10:49:00 GMT -4
LOOK IN MY IRIS AND YOU'LL SEE DEFIANCE Sunaho was well aware of how shit her English was, so she decided to at least have a bit of fun with it. The gracious host wasn't enjoying it quite as much, however, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the guests' sudden arrival. The Russian told her in no uncertain terms to get out, even Sunaho's poor English skills understood that much. The green-haired woman paid more attention to her weapons than she did her words, noting the daggers and their deadly edges. Never was a fan of knives.
Sunaho preferred her claws.
"Why so... rude!?"" Sunaho would say in faux disbelief at the dismissive attitude of the Russian. She didn't really catch much of the other stuff, they bought it with money, so they owned it, yada yada... Nothing to dissuade the Japanese woman from showing them a little bit of hospitality. When Ana turned away from her, Sunaho's gang eyed her cautiously, but the green-haired woman raised a hand, indicating for them not to begin their assault just yet.
This redhead wasn't dumb enough to turn her back on them.
Molten spit hit the ground in front of her, and Sunaho cocked her neck slightly, a bit taken aback by the display. Kinda gross Quirk. She wasn't one to judge, of course. "That's right, bitch. We ain't goin' anywhere." Sunaho would utter, this time in her native tongue. As the Russians began swarming in, Sunaho bellowed to her own gang, raising a hand and enthusiastically ushering them in.
"TEAR 'EM APART, BOYS!"
As the gangs began to clash, Sunaho grinned eagerly to her own opponent, who was evidently waiting for Sunaho to have the first turn. "How fuckin' courteous." Sunaho uttered under her breath. Not a moment later, she lunged wildly at the woman, her feet turning to sand as she pushed off of them, hands taking the shape of sandy claws that she would slash savagely at Ana's face!
The claws were out, and Sunaho was almost a bit excited to see what the other cat had in the bag.
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