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Post by Amadeus Asimov on May 31, 2018 20:13:42 GMT -4
What a fine day to put your long, harduous plans into motion. The villain chatroom, a feature that he considered to be nothing more than a simple nuisance at first, wound up noticing that, the fact that the "Big Sister" fellow had attained his information, along with the information of many other people, was frankly impressive. To have someone that talented, someone with so much potential working at his side as he put his plans into motion would be a tremendous advantage that he'd have other masterminds.
With that knowledge, before any other man had the idea of doing so, he contacted her directly, through the site he had found. Weird, almost too girlish, though manageable. He was a serious man, on serious business: in his request e-mail, he sent her the day, location and hour down to the minute. He told her he'd be picking her up to bring her to their meeting grounds. His mansion which, in a "P.S." note, he mentioned how she probably knew where it was already and why did he need to bring her by car:
He lived in a large mansion, with a laboratory/factory extension built into the side of one of the various Japanese mountains, a drive of fa few hours from Tokyo with the car he'd be providing for her. If one were to walk there, they'd find there was almost nothing in the way, not even a bus stop for someone to have a drink from the recurring vending machines. Indeed, a walk only for the most fit of people and, even then, difficult.
The main gate was the usual steel gate connected to a large wall surrounding the entire premise of the Mansion: no technological defenses, traps, whatever the hell people usually expected from Robotics CEOs like him. He knew fully well that, first and foremost, they were illegal. Second, he didn't really need them, specially since he didn't fear the occasional animal that might try to invade. Who else would try to, in such a remote place?
The mansion itself was almost intentionally built to stand out from the mostly green scenery: In a decently flat area, close to a steep downward slope that allowed people living within to get a beautiful view of the horizon lied a white mansion built with a classy, European style, one that had large, vertical windows that served as doors to a small balcony within each of them, where someone living within it could sit down, relax and simply admire the scenery. The inside didn't hold back on the luxury either: From the carpet and cups, to the candelabras and even the wood itself that made the doors: everything was costly, luxurious, european-style and well kept by Maids who worked there full-time.
Now, in his study room, in a comfortable sofa that faced the window, Amadeus was sat down reading his favorite book, patiently waiting for one of the maids to present him with the girl known as "Big Sister". Until then, Susumu could probably look through the entire mansion: Amadeus wasn't in any particular hurry once she was confirmed to come meet him.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 21:34:24 GMT -4
Her first real bite from the chat room...ooh, this was more exciting than Susumu thought it would be. At first, the idea of making a heavily encrypted communication stream for those with "questionable" practices was was just for fun; Susumu liked having eyes and ears everywhere, and how else to do that than to collect as many promising persons in one chat to keep tabs on. However, most of the additions had been mad entirely on guesswork. Some of them were known criminals--G and Meiko, as well as Luzia, though the latter of those she still needed to teach to use the computer properly--but others had far less evidence on them. They had trends of behavior, one might say. Disappearances, well-timed name changes, tax forms that didn't fit their current residency, mysterious circumstances involving missing family members and acquaintances...Susumu wouldn't admit it in the chat, but almost all of them had been added by sheer luck.It just so happened that those that were of villainous persuasion were much happier to admit it once they felt like they wouldn't be judged.Case in point: Amadeus Asimov. Known by a slew of false identities and pseudonyms to hide his shadier practices, he was currently one of the wealthiest known Quirk-holders in Japan. His bloodline was impeccable, his business appealing, and his curiosity in Susumu's gift only made her like him all the more. It wasn't in her nature to turn away a flatterer. Especially not a rich, powerful one like Amadeus. It was almost a shame she was seeing somebody already, or he'd be a catch....then again, Gil was worth more than mansions and pretty cars.Ugh. That was sooo sappy. Yuck. Serious face, serious face.Onto the business at hand, Amadeus had been kind enough to send a car to a set location for her to bring her out to his private home. All the while she was giggling to herself, playing with her phone and taking notes along the way. Gosh, what to say when she got there? It was like she was in a James Bond movie and about to meet the head villain. It was both exciting and intimidating--which in a way just made it more exciting! Still, she had to be at least a little careful. Amadeus had talked up her abilities like she were invaluable, like he needed her on his staff more than he cared what dirt she might have on him. He might also might have a mouth that butter couldn't melt in. She wouldn't know until she got there and until they'd had the pleasure of speaking.When the car finally pulled up, Susumu stepped out of the lovely car and took a moment to adjust her skirt, her scarf, and television helmet.Ah, her costume. Her lovely pop-art costume. Sure it got her a funny look from the driver, but he was just a side-character. Not important at all. Susumu had to be careful to keep her face hidden in this situation, especially with her not knowing just what Amadeus' plans were. So until he earned her trust--if not her respect, who knows--"Big Sister" and "Susumu" were going to be kept nice and separate from each other.She stepped through the front door, greeted by an excellently mannered butler who was so good at his job he didn't even blink at her appearance. Good job. He told her that he'd been expecting her, and began to walk her through the beautiful mansion to where his master was currently residing. Susumu all the while was humming to herself, gloved hands swaying at her sides as she walked. Well well well, this really was a nice place. The pictures on the internet didn't do it justice.Finally they reached the study, and the butler bowed to Amadeus."Sir, your guest has arrived." Susumu beamed behind the tinted glass of her helmet and waved."Greetings Asimov-sama~ Big Sister reporting for duty~" |
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Post by Amadeus Asimov on Jun 2, 2018 16:47:40 GMT -4
"Sir, your guest has arrived." - Just the words he wanted to hear. So she did have the figurative balls to come and meet a quite possibly dangerous businessman in his own home. It could always be her own way of getting to him and getting a shot at him so, the moment his butler said that, he drew out his gun and got up, turning his head to face a television. A.. television. A TELEVISIOOOOON.
He had seen some pretty ridiculous outfits, but having nothing more than just the case for a television on your head and calling it a costume was simply atrociously stupid. Something he almost couldn't justify, though he could tolerate: her talents were enough for him to tolerate so many things. Seeing though that she was unarmed and quite possibly nothing more than a school-girl, he put away his gun and did his best to not be put off by the Television, or how she was already going for the "Servant" kind of speech with him. At least she was ready for it, if anything else. "Quite pleasing to have you here, Miss. Before we start, I'd like you to take a seat and relax. This may be a long talk - and I know how your generation seems to dislike those." Truth be told, he didn't like long talks either, well, the long talks that didn't bring him any advantages. Long talks that would get him riches, deals and, in this case, talented workers would always be his favorite.
Sitting back on his own sofa, he waited for her to take her own, snapping his right hand's fingers to have the butler come to them. He was going to ask for a drink, though he didn't know what she'd ask for. "I'll have some Cider with some Martini. You know how I like it." He told the Butler, the latter of whom immediately nodded. The mostly silent worker turned his head to Susumu, waiting for her to ask something. Just in case she wasn't used to these kinds of settings, which she likely wasn't, he spoke. "Ask whatever you wish. Though most of what we have here is alcohol-based, we do have a good variety of juices for cocktails and the like." He explained, feeling himself swell up a little with pride as he spoke about the selection of drinks. He remembered how he'd always drink trashy alcohol, how he would just ruin his life and not even in a stylish way. A day didn't go by without him feeling the unbridled joy of looking back at a miserable past and knowing just how well he had turned it around.
Once she had given her answer, whatever it may have been, he began the business talk, locking the fingers in his hands with each other: a little thing he always did when excited, though unwilling to show it. "To make the intentions of this meeting short and sweet: I want you to work for me as a Spy and an Informant. Things you're likely to do include the likes of spying, information gathering, questioning and blackmail. Though I know you have done at least two of those, I'm not so sure about the others. Before we continue, are you alright with all of these?" He calmly asked, deciding to prevent the situation of having a deal nearly done, just to have her learn of what the job would actually entail, pull out and waste hours of his precious time. He wouldn't have it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 18:14:47 GMT -4
That was about the reaction Susumu had expected from a man of Amadeus' apparent caliber. Not so much as a blink. Behind the glass she grinned all the wider and took a seat on one of the expensive looking couches as she was instructed to. She laughed heartily at his words. "You have a rather dry view of my generation then, Asimov-sama. I don't have any issue listening to people speak for long periods of time. I'd be a poor informant if I did, wouldn't I?" Leaning back on the couch Susumu crossed her long legs, getting comfortable.
"Might a lady ask for a Sidecar?" She chuckled and waved at the butler, "I do have an ID, if you need to make sure I'm old enough, but the helmet might get in the way. If you don't trust me then water is fine."
Susumu's attention came back to Amadeus as he began his business spiel, and she was grateful that the helmet hid the excitement in her face. It might give him an advantage to know how eager she was to have some solid pay for all the play she'd been doing. Not needing to rely on mommy and daddy's wallet, having access to some truly juicy information not just on Amadeus' enemies, but himself to boot--you couldn't give somebody access to just part of your files at her level. Questioning and blackmail, however, had not been part of her resume.
"I do need to clarify, I haven't done blackmail personally before. Most of what I do is find the blackmail and give it to the client, and they have all the 'fun' themselves. And what exactly do you mean by 'questioning'?"
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Post by Amadeus Asimov on Jun 5, 2018 18:54:23 GMT -4
Meeting his expectations so far. The personality gave her away as the same "Big Sister" whom had gotten him and several other shady fellows into the same group, which meant he wasn't getting scammed or walked into a trap. This set him a bit more at ease, seen by the ever little tilt on the side of his lips, while he sipped on his cider. To make sure she was welcome, he had his butler do the cocktail she wished for, silently commending her for such a choice of drinks. Alcoholic, but still having the strong, juicy flavors of fruit. Soon enough, she was served a glass full of it, with the classical slice of lemon on the side. No ice, as it's meant to be served.
To get down to business, he rubbed his clean-shaven chin for a second, deciding on the best words to not scare her too much. After all, wouldn't want to turn away an employee, would he? Though, in retrospective, she's the one who will know even more than him. To hide anything from her would be futile and, instead, would just bring distrust between them. A slightly grim smile donned his face as he sipped on his cider, reaching into his jacket to pull out a little flip knife, clicking on a little button to let the grimly sharp, small blade come forth. "Most of it will be done remotely. Though, should we have someone captured.. the questioning will almost inevitably turn messy. Disgusting. Blood and bile will seep into the floor while you squeeze the answers out of them. I don't condemn you for rejecting the direct questioning part. I wouldn't sully my hands with it." He explained, even allowing Susumu some time to really take it all in. He knew she was quite used to crime, though he was almost sure she wasn't used at all to violence itself. She struck him as the type to stay away from action. "If you're up to it, you'll also do that. If it disgusts you, I'll have other people do it, though you will be required to stay and question. You'll just not dirty your hands." He assured, not giving her that much an alternative to avoid the violence. She'd have to get used to it, if she wanted work where she could put her talents to good use and receive good money.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 9:31:53 GMT -4
Susumu beamed as her drink of choice was brought out for her. What fun. Usually she had to flash that fake ID of hers or tip the bartender a nice amount of yen to get a drink, but she was only one year under the age limit. Even her parents didn't bat an eye if she ordered something alcoholic these days. Not that they ever did. With both of her hands she pressed at a pair of buttons on either sides of her helmet, and a little 'click' noice indicated a released hatch. Sure enough the bottom third of the glass pane that was the television's "screen" popped upwards like a hatch, revealing a pair of black painted lips behind it, and a heart-shaped chin, but nothing besides that. She picked up the glass and took a nice sip of it, relishing in the fruity flavor, and then set it back on the tray. There was no residue from her lips on the glass.
"Well. That description makes me thankful I didn't order a Bloody Mary," she said bluntly, voice a bit tighter at the thought of literally bleeding somebody for information. Yuck. Susumu was not the kind to get her own hands dirty, not by a long shot. "I'm fine with seeing blood, just as long as it stays on somebody else and not me. Call me a coward but I'd rather just give the word, not take part in the action."
She fondly remembered G, though, covered in blood the first time they met. Then it had been a rush, a thrill, a passion. But had he gotten more than a kiss' amount on her, it probably would have left her sick instead of...something much more pleasurable. Her gloved finger traced along the lip of the glass as she thought more about this deal. "As for staying...it might benefit myself more if I was in a different room altogether and there were simply multiple cameras facing the captive. My Quirk involves seeing through them, so I would be able to get many different angles and be sure they aren't trying anything. That, and it keeps my body away from the blood and bile, and might even increase the intimidation factor if they can't see where I'm watching them from."
Her lips curled into a cruel little grin. "Though I am curious as to who you would bring in to take care of the physical part of those sessions. Do you have a loyal sadist on your payroll? If not, I might have some." |
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Post by Amadeus Asimov on Jun 9, 2018 20:52:28 GMT -4
She was all that he expected indeed. Someone who was not squeemish, though composed and unwilling to sully herself. Able to take orders and guidelines, though always ready to give alternatives she herself sees as better, which meant that his possible employee had initiative. To be quite honest, her idea sounded better than his, something he took to heart as he rubbed his chin, thinking about it. He was not near as experienced as he wished he was with the more cruel side of the criminal world, which meant, once again, having experienced employees with initiative was a blessing. He had to make sure he showed it, so he chuckled and nodded. "Wonderful idea. This should also prove that, from time to time, I'll be counting on your council in areas that are not my forte." He confessed, sipping again on his cider, small amounts per sip, so that he could enjoy that perfect flavor for a good, long time. Sighing, he began thinking about his objectives, while also thinking about a possible answer he could give her.
Slowly lowering his right hand and placing the cup on the table, he leaned his head on his left hand, allowing himself to relax as he explained what was on his mind. "Depends. Usually, the ugliest minion at my disposal. Should the questioning be high priority, I might have to sully my hands after all." He explained, shifting his tall frame, so that the couch could properly support his whole being comfortably. Ever since he had started exercising regularly, his spine problems had begun fixing themselves, though the long years of leading a terribly unhealthy life really had left a mark on him. He'd need a lot more than just a year or two of exercise to fix that. Maybe he should call up a phisiotherapist. Maybe just a masseuse.
Thanks to the nature of his face, of his personality and even his clothing and posture, it looked like he was thinking about some really deep, secret criminal things and not how he could ease the pain on his tired back, all the while occasionally sipping on the cider again and again. Only when it was nearly over did he put down the cup, looking back at her. "..Should you accept this job, you're free to order all sorts of equipment you wish. Your personal salary will come down to around two hundred thousand dollars every month, though job-related expenses will be covered directly by me." It was for the best if he mentioned that, since it would make sure she knew just the ridiculous amount of money she'd be getting paid every month, along with the fact that she could order the best equipment possible while knowing that he'd pay for it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 9:45:46 GMT -4
What a curious fellow Amadeus was painting himself to be. Wealthy as all get-out, far more than she was, but still willing to get blood on his hands for the right wrong reason. Susumu was enjoying trying to piece together his motivations. Did he just want power? Well, when money stopped being an issue, the only thing worth a damn anymore was power. Power over what, precisely, was the question. His business? Did he want his rivals out of the way so he could have a monopoly all to himself? Not a boring motivator, but not really Susumu's deal. Perhaps he wanted a government spot, to be able to bark orders at the little man, and get his claws into the up-and-coming "hero" game. Wanting to be at the top suited him, but something didn't quite fit the way he presented himself, or the methods he was talking about.
Any good politician would be too afraid of scandal to hire somebody like her so cheerfully. She was a liability. A danger. But so was he, right?
Her lips spread into a wider grin, white teeth behind her black lips painting a brilliant contrast. "That's quite a few zeros you're offering me, Asimov-sama. I like those. However," Susumu leaned in and raised a gloved hand to rest under the corner of her helmet, propping herself up like she was leaning her chin into her palm, "You're not giving me my favorite part of this deal; what is it you're looking for? What are you hoping to gain from hiring me? What do you want, what are you after?"
"Any schmuck with internet access can hire me, as long as they price themselves well. You're taking me away from that and giving me a 'side'--a person I shouldn't or can't work against, if I don't want to royally screw myself over. So what am I really supporting if I say 'yes' to you?"
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Post by Amadeus Asimov on Jun 20, 2018 7:37:10 GMT -4
Her questions were quite well justified, to be quite honest. As a businessman himself, he knew that you'd need either very good pay or a good reason to cut out part of your business. He wasn't a stranger to that, which meant that a proper reason was necessary for her to work on his side. She wanted a motivation, a reason. God be damned, he would give her that reason, even if he were doomed to be put in jail, thanks to her taping the conversation. If that were the case, no one would leave this mansion alive.
Speaking of being alive, he drew out his gun and pointed it straight at her, his face not flexing even a muscle. His arm was steady as a rock and his triggerfinger placed very lightly atop the trigger, not pressing it enough to shoot. "You'll forget about the "shouldn't" when you're talking about me. I do not tolerate interference with my plans, much less betrayal." His reaction, of course, required an explanation on why he'd be so ready to outright murder even an employee of his if they were to be even an intentional stepping stone for his plans. It was a warning, but also something to get her even more intrigued about it.
Sliding his gun back into his suit, he slowly put his hands behind his back, having them hold each other while he stepped slowly towards the large window behind his chair, staring into the horizon. As far as he could see, it was only woods and silence. As far as he knew, the damned capital of this country, Tokyo, was right behind it. It angered him to even think of Japan and its government.
"Now, I cannot care less if you are or aren't convinced, though I shall tell you anyway. I seek to send Japan into complete chaos as you know it. My end plan lies in the destruction of this country, of becoming the super villain that all heroes strive to defeat." He didn't give any special tone to what he said, other than the slight tinge of morbid excitement, a smile drawing itself on his lips as he lowered his head, quietly sighing. He continued.
"It will end either two ways. I bring down a catalycism to this accursed country, drive the quirkless into the brink of extinction and install a pro-quirk regime, one that recognizes the true value of the next step in human evolution. The quirkless maggots will only have the mercy of becoming slaves.
The other way, in case everything goes wrong and I'm defeated.. I'll still win. The quirkless maggots will recognize the quirked as their only chance of salvation against the disasters I and many others that will terrorize this pathetic civilization and begin treating them as their lords, their masters.. their only saviors."
It was a plan that still hid a lot of what he'd do, it was a plan that would have thousands of things to be done in between the spot he was now and the endgame for him. Either way, that was what he was working for, which was exactly what she asked. He remained in silence, quietly waiting for her reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2018 12:44:55 GMT -4
Susumu's response to a gun being pointed at her face, point blank, was to pick up her drink and take two large gulps of it, all the while behind the glass of her helmet her eyes were staring wide, terrified, at Amadeus' own. Well fuck her sideways with an metal pipe this man was not playing games. It was as refreshing at it was frightening. When he put the gun away she lowered her glass and grinned again, though even her acting skills couldn't hide the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. "Duly noted, betrayal gets me shot. Don't think I need that repeated." Funny how guns didn't do the same thing for her that beating somebody to death and choking her did. Good to know.
With Amadeus' back to her Susumu downed the rest of her drink and clicked the opening on her helmet closed again. What he proposed--what his end goal was--was more than incredible. It was a fantastical dream, something straight out of story books. What was that film? Planet of the Apes? Only instead of gorillas overthrowing humanity it was those with Quirks toppling those without. Susumu tilted her head.
What was the line between a madman, a dreamer, and a leader?
"Wow." She quipped, still tilted slightly in thought. "So you're really going for the end-game here. Like, not even considering failure as an option, because it will work out for you either way! That takes assurance." Placing her glass back on the table she started tapping her fingertips against one another one at a time. "I like that in people. I mean, I don't like the idea of you getting defeated, because odds are if I'm working with you, I'll go down, too. So I'd much rather prefer the good ending where you succeed and Quirks reign supreme."
To be fair, Susumu didn't give a fuck about Quirks or Quirkless. She "passed" as normal, compared to some with Quirks, and did business for either side any time. She wasn't really losing anything in this race.
Unless they failed.
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Post by Amadeus Asimov on Jun 20, 2018 18:41:54 GMT -4
Amadeus chose to simply listen to her comment on what he had just told her. From the gun pointed at her, to which he was quite pleased, though not showing it, that she had gotten the message, while finding her repeating exactly what he had told her a bit dull, though it made sense. His plan was pretty outlandish, specially for someone who had to interact with simple minded worms day in and day out. He pitied her, to know that her talents had been used for such weak motives and jobs for so long.
Then, came the actual meat of what she was saying. The question that he knew the exact answer to. "What's in it for me?"
With another smile slipping into his quiet features, he slowly turned the heel on his foot to face her, raising his head to stare into his wonderfully decorated roof for a second, something akin to chuckles leaving his mouth. As if her question was simply so obvious, it felt hilarious having to answer it. He'd answer anyway, though. He wanted her to really know.
"Better yet. What's not in it for you?" That was it. All that he needed to say, really. What else could he say without making it redundant? He knew fully well that she was intelligent enough to know that, should they succeed, with him ruling Japan with her directly at his side, she could have access to everything she desired by that point. Slaves, vacations, the finest of meals and the most esquisite of drinks.
While allowing her to consider that simple question of his, with steps that made his perfectly polished, shiny black shoes clap against the floor, the stoic businessman made his way back to his chair, sitting comfortably upon it again. His left hand simply slid a finger to a button that rang for his butler once again, asking him for a refill on his cup. Always with a "please" and a "thank you". Looks like he learned manners back home.
"Any more questions? If not, do you agree to the terms of our contract?" "The Boss" asked her with a confident tone in that she had basically already said yes, not verbally, but in her mind. No one could refuse to those terms, specially after he saw her so visibly excited by her lightly changing attitude and words towards him. No matter how much she attempted to hide them, things always slipped by. It was simply human nature. While awaiting her last answer, his right hand reached for the full cup that he had just been given, a nod and a quiet "thanks" to his butler sent him off and, right now, he was just sipping, having the time of his life.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2018 13:54:22 GMT -4
"It's rude to answer a question with another question, but in this case...I think you hit the nail right on the head." Susumu giggled behind her mask, and stood up from her seat on the couch as Amadeus' butler returned with another drink, then as he left she moved to his previous spot. Placing both her hands before her she bowed her body towards Amadeus. Though he could not see through the black glass she was grinning manically. This was so much fun. Never had she thought about working for a goal like this; bringing about the end of society as it was was, after all, beyond most people's wildest dreams. Yet here this man was offering her the world on a plate for the small price of her work. And in exchange...she would have everything she ever wanted.
After a moment she straightened her back from the bow and extended her hand for him to shake, should he choose to. "It will be my pleasure working for you, Asimov-sama. Please take good care of me."
For a fleeting second, in the back of her starlight blinded mind, she thought that she was surely going down a road that Gil would not like.
Not at all.
...he'll learn to understand. Besides, this is a long-term thing. I have time to convince him, or I can just hold him back from learning the truth until he has no choice. I'm sure he'll love being one of the elite.
He'll come around.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2018 5:05:07 GMT -4
Graded. Results: - Amadeus - 28 EXP
- Susumu - 21 EXP
Ooooh. I like where this is going. A makeshift villain alliance is forming and the endgame, while a little generic, is something that's already being considered. Can't wait to see what steps y'all come up with to realize this. Or how the heroes eventually deal with you aylmao
kthxbai
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