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Post by Mikey on Nov 18, 2008 16:10:57 GMT -5
Ueno Park is the largest park in Tokyo, complete with gardens, pathways, and numerous trees. One could get lost in here easily.
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Post by Arkaym on May 11, 2011 12:41:16 GMT -5
The Mishima mansion sat in a perfectly preserved part of Ueno Park. Despite the tranquil and traditional look, the mansion itself was fairly well protected. Trained guards patrolled the perimeter and around some of the rooms, with ten guards around the mansion in total. Each had a special sensor attached to his wrist monitoring his heartbeat. If a guard died, Kaz would know.
The mansion itself consisted of three floors, with paper sliding doors and some glass sliding doors seperating each room. The garden was covered with cherry blossoms and other traditional japanese plants. Overall the mansion was like a small secluded area summing up everything about the traditional culture in Japan.
Kaz sat in a large open room on the third floor. His revolver hung by his side and his other pistol and sword lay on a table near him. Months had passed since he met Chrys. Since then he'd searched for his parents, but found nothing, and eventually had to return to Japan to take over the family business. Since then, his life had been incredibly boring and tedious. No action, no excitement, just lots of figures and statistics. Despite his lifestyle he never kept his weapons far from his side and enjoyed the sense of security that his guards bought. Why was everything so boring?
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Post by KR0R1C on May 11, 2011 13:26:44 GMT -5
Sixty miles and thirty thousand feed above Japan, the MC-130H Combat Talon began its decent upon the dark city scape below. Designed to covertly insert special operators into sensitive areas, the Talon could fly in rain, snow, high winds, pitch darkness, and radar-saturated environments.
The lone man in the matte black bodysuit sitting in the cargo bay was worried about none of these things. He'd ridden, jumped from, and in some cases flown, the Talon dozens of times into dozens of hot spots, and it had always delivered him safely. Of course, "delivery" usually meant being dropped into places most sane humans wouldn't dare enter. Places filled with things only too happy to kill and make dinner of him. It came with the job.
Tonight Kenichiro Kojima or commonly known as Rain had other things on his mind. This new mission struck him all too close to the heart. He didn't even have his suit activated he'd memorized all the details already. He was on his way back to his homeland, sent to protect a VIP of Tricell. The man he was sent to protect had been the son of a very powerful businessman. This man also stuck out to Rain as a member of the former Yakuza clan, the Inigawa. He had been a loan shark for Rain on many occasions. Now Rain would have to protect the son of the man who use to work for him. A rival Yakuza clan had targeted him because of his fathers roots with the Inigawa, but Tricell always had reasons behind reasons. Not only was this VIP needing protection, but the clan targeting him had been reported for using a strange strain of the virus to modify their members into horrific monstrosities. Reasons behind reasons, nothing was ever straight forward.
A light bathed the rear of the Talon's cargo bay in yellow. This was a sign for Rain to make his move. He rose from his seat and stood at the opening of the cargo bay. He had a High Altitude Low Opening or HALO parachute attached to his back. With the slightest movement of his neck the matte black suit started to crawl around Rain's neck and a helmet constructed itself around his head. Just as it did the yellow light switched to green and Rain stepped out of the Talon.
The initial shock was always the worst part. All the powerful winds whipping and pulling you in every direction. But then there was nothing to hear but a dull whistle as Rain straightened himself and began rocketing toward the city below. His helmets HUD counted away at his height and once it made it to the minimum safe opening he pulled the rip cord and he suddenly became motionless as the black sail above him quickly caught air. Shifting his body ever so slightly he floated himself down onto a building just outside of Ueno Park. His target was nearby. But this is where he was suppose to meet up with the Tricell monitor who was to assist him on this mission.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 11, 2011 14:20:39 GMT -5
Tokyo. A city full of shadows, nearly devoid of colour. All the buildings looked like dark pillars reaching out to the grim sky slick with the downpour of rain from overcast, foreboding clouds. It was perfect; the lithe, white ghost fit right in. She could almost lose herself in the serenity of beating raindrops eroding stone cold cement; all too easy to simply remain stationary in such a freezing atmosphere.
A heavy dose of Nootropics were pumped into her blood from her vambrace raising the ghost out of her stupor, breathing out haphazardly with a squeak. Still dogged by ACALIA to be in top form, the white widow didn't appreciate being woken up so. She had changed much in the past month, her obligations had turned her into a bitter person and the value she held in her own life seemed pithy; it only made her that much more volatile.
Now wired, geared for the skirmish, she felt sick from the drugs yet brainwashed into doing thou bidding of her master. The ghost stood before any more prescriptions could be administered and she would pass out from overdose; it sounded almost pleasant in regard, but unacceptable in application. Her HUD picked up the IFF of a tagged aircraft several kilometres in the air; things had started.
The canopy was nearly invisible against the blotted grey sky, sailing down to nestle hidden amongst a family of rain slick rooftops delivering the specter to his area of operations. She gave it a minute or so, observing the ebony crusader for a moment out of narcissism for her own desire to postpone their skirmish, only to hang her head in shame that she would be partnered with someone who could hold their morals in water. Both her physical and mental composure had nearly collapsed before a heavy dose of dopamine and mood stabilizers were injected from her vambrace. Not wanting to anger her suit any longer, the ghost complied to get on with her work.
Elita emerged beside Rain, optical camouflage washing off her skin as if stepping through a veil from another realm, looking down onto the tranquil park below them. Her blond fringe clung to her forehead, held well out of her view, and the gnarled scar of a missing right eye could be easily seen amongst the gentle features of her face, "Kenichiro-san," the ghost's quiet voice carried through the air as she gave a lackluster, yet not disrespectful bow to the Monitor. Her formalities had perished long ago.
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Post by KR0R1C on May 11, 2011 14:58:38 GMT -5
The polar opposite of rain made itself clear in the night. "Kenichiro-san" spoke Elita while giving a slight, yet honorable bow. Something Rain no longer expected of her, yet she showed him the respect anyway. His helmet disengaged, he felt it rude to hide his face from someone he held in such regard. He returned her bow, quick and precise. He took note of many little things most people would overlook. She'd been through a lot lately, Rain could tell. But most obvious to him was the scar over where her right eye use to be.
"Its good to see you again friend. Life been dealing you some bad cards?"
He asked honestly wishing to know, yet knowing in the back of his mind not to expect much. One it wasn't her style, and two it was the nature of being a Monitor. It came with the job. Rain slipped the HALO parachute off of his suit and observed their target. It was guarded by several men, nothing too bothersome. Even so Rain hated receiving the third degree from some punks who think they can handle him. When in actuality he and Elita both could likely dispatch the entire facility without much trouble.
"You think they are expecting us? Or should we let ourselves in?"
He realized he was being a bit less formal than he usually was. He couldn't tell if it was because he'd worked with Elita and they where very alike, or because of the scenario this mission put him in. He couldn't lie to himself that he wasn't emotionally connected on this one. But he was never one to question or complain once given a mission. It was time to work and he knew what he had to do. However he was never restricted to how much prejudice he could show in battle. He could never forgive the Yamabishi for what they had done to his family.
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Post by Arkaym on May 11, 2011 15:55:35 GMT -5
Kaz sat in the study, writing hastily, signing forms and checking figures. This wasn't him. Each passing moment that he clutched the pen, something he'd began to hate, he felt a chill lurch across his spine. Images flashed through his mind. Fighting zombies, crazed lickers, psychopaths... This honourable businessman knew what it was like to take a life, and the feeling wasn't unpleasant.
Pushing himself up off the desk, he paced the room, feeling oddly fatigued. Just months ago he'd been like an action hero from the cartoons he watched as a child, now he was a mindless drone, punching numbers to rake in the cash. A wave of depression hitting him like a brick, he picked up his other gun and his sword. It'd be great to just leave. Nothing to stop him, either. Break a window, dive out, run. Go back to Raccoon. He could track down Chrys, even. Kazuhiko put his pistol in its holster and ran a hand through his carefully styled hair, done by a professional to make him look handsome for all his meetings. Truth was, he hated himself. And yet he couldn't shake the feeling that tonight would be different.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 12, 2011 3:45:40 GMT -5
"Guard posts run on a closed circuit for 24 hours before swapping. They won't have a wire on anything happening outside the park perimetre. Looks like a MiB Yakuza protection unit, probably better equipped than what's seen on the outside." The ghost scratched an annoying drip from her nose, feeling the falling rain heighten. Even though they were hundreds of metres out from the mansion, it were still possible for the Monitors to watch everything in crystal detail. "Ten of them. They won't know our arrival. Better to leave them cold and bothered."
Looking at the traditional mansion as a whole could almost draw you back in time to feudal Japan, a building plucked straight out of the 14th century. Architect ledgers that were left in Elita's brief indicated that it were in fact a historical landmark from that period of time, refurbished and looked after; it was only the basement and top floor which had been left untouched to show its age.
"Enter via the roof. Avoid patrols. Only neutralize them if need be. We can't jeopardize shareholder relations with Mishima Industries," Elita took a step toward the edge of the rooftop, "Any media fallout could end up being detrimental. Removing Kazuhiko Mishima and taking him to the designated safe zone is the only priority." experienced laced her casual words. The white widow had done it all before, this was nothing new.
Holding her palm out, light blue holographic display shining from her gauntlet, "Moving together increases odds of being discovered. Meet here," with a twitch from her finger a position on the mansion image highlighted, "Syncing the data with your heads-up," the display closed, hand returning to her side. Optical camouflage melted from her feet up as the ghost stepped further toward the edge, "See you in a minute," the veil of invisibility engulfing her just as she stepped off the side.
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Post by darkrising025 on May 12, 2011 14:49:21 GMT -5
The Shadows had delivered. They have spoken, they have given Raizo and order. In Tokyo, Japan there was a Asian male with the name Kaz Mishima. There was an orginzation known as Tricell that was helping this man to a safe point. Raizo was ordered to protect this man. Raizo's Clan figured that Tricell wasn't enough so they dispatched Raizo to assist them. He wasn't allowed to make his appearence known unless he had too.
Raizo saw the two Tricell memebers speaking, one of them suddenly disappeared. "A master of Illisuons?" he said to himself. He decided to follow the one that was still there. Raizo readied his chain-whip, and moved closer. On his way, he located a soldier that was coming up on his postion. Instead of dispatching the Guard, Raizo moved to the left and blended in with the darkness. He pulled the mask up to where in covered his whole face.
Within moments the guard passed, and Raizo was free to move. He equiped his tigar claws and began to scale the side of the wall. Within moments he would be behind the Tricell Member that had not disappeared. Still in the shadow's Raizo whispered to the man in front of him.
"Do not be alarmed. I am here to assist you" Raizo said before moving out of view. When the man would turn around, he would be gone.
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Post by KR0R1C on May 12, 2011 23:03:27 GMT -5
Rain agreed with everything the ghost had to say, so he didn't waste either of their time by responding. His HUD synced up with the rendezvous point she chose on top of the compound. He watched as her active camo engulfed her body and she became completely invisible to the human eye. However the AIDEN allowed Rain to keep track of her via motion, sonar, and various other sensors. It even provided him with a helpful orange waypoint so he could track her movements as the approached their destination.
The same sensors following Elita picked up a new comer approaching from the specter's six o'clock. He did not acknowledge this being just yet, choosing instead to wait it out and find out if it was friend or foe. "Do not be alarmed. I am here to assist you." This is most definitely not how another Tricell agent would have made themselves known to Rain. Now knowing that it was not someone he was ordered to cooperate with he simply stepped off the side of the building into the shadowed streets below.
The AIDEN allowed the landing from the three story drop to be completely silent. At the same time its reflexive and motion enhancing abilities kicked in. Rain began to sprint toward his target four times faster than any human. The suit was operating at about 60/40 output/input ratio he could keep this up for a couple hours without having to slow down and allow recharge. But that wouldnt be needed here. He was just putting distance between his guest and himself, and it helped that the matte black of specter's suit blended perfectly with the darkness of the dark rainy city.
In a few moments Rain was close enough to begin his infiltration of the ancient japanese building. Waiting for a patrol to pass he easily vaulted over the exterior wall. The interior was more heavily guarded, normally this would be a problem but with the intel from Elita and the super computer powering his HUD an active route displayed the safest path to his destination. A few jumps, slipping past a few slacking guards, then climbing his way up the dark side of the main compound. It was no problem from then on for Rain to make his way to his rendevous point to meet his partner.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 13, 2011 8:41:05 GMT -5
The invisible woman took slow strides across the small top floor balcony, a tint of orange incandescence painted the soaked wood flooring from a light shining out of the open common room door. Switching from the rain slick precipice of darkness into the warmth of the mansion felt surreal; smell of elder wood beams supporting the red tiled roof swelled in the atmosphere, a fragrance of the natural precipitation mingling among it. Dark, wet patches in the carpet indicated one of the mansion keepers hadn't closed the door to the weather.
Optical camouflage melted from her body once more; the fabric of ACALIA held no water leaving no damp patches on the carpet behind the white ghost. She had to flick her hair though. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, pushing her fringe over her ear.
All facets of traditional Japanese architecture resonated from the common room, so much though that the only piece of furniture to inhabit it were a small, pleasant table and four kneeling cushions at each edge of it. A pair of shoes sat at the edge of the carpet near the shoji screen entrance; perhaps the keeper weren't quite finished with this room. Elita knew it would be simple to track them through the wafer thin walls. No cause for concern.
Rain finally arrived through the downpour threshold, any fallen water simply slipping off his helmet and suit as if he had never set foot in the precipitation, "Mishima is on the next floor down. There are body guards between this room and his study. The paper screens will make it easy for biometric scanning, finding a weak spot to break through patrol will be simple," Elita stayed her spot, letting the specter forwards.
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Post by KR0R1C on May 13, 2011 12:10:44 GMT -5
The specter gave the slightest nod. Simultaneously his suit began to let out a low pur. His HUD displayed everything on the floor, the thin walls made it easy for his sonar to detect even the slightest movement.
"Three others besides us. Two moving in patrol routes, one moving randomly in another room. Could the the owner of those shoes by the door. If the guards continue their patrol we will have a clear shot at the stairs in a moment." His slick black helmet made any audible sound he made silent to the outside world however it was transmitted directly to Elita's suit.
He approached the door and gripped the handle, prepared to slide it open as soon as they were clear. Footsteps and the creak of the old wooden floor could be heard through the paper walls. They came then passed. Rain raised his fist then held up three black gloved fingers. The footsteps on the other side became more faint. He lowered his ring finger, then his middle, finally his pointer finger followed suit. Fluidly he slid open the door just enough for himself and Elita to pass through. He made a left, after four quick steps he pressed close to a corner and waited. If there had been an onlooker they would have thought he was looking at the wall. But inside his helmet the HUD outlined the guard standing around the corner and down the hall. The second the guard turned and made his way down another passage Rain began moving again. They would now have a clear shot at the stairs.
With a blink of his eyes his HUD opened the floor layout. He quickly memorized the office in which they would find their target, then moved the layout from his vision. As he descended the stairs more of the lower level became available via his sonar. The office was just around the corner but a lone guard stood outside. There would be no way of getting around him. And frankly Rain didn't really feel like sneaking any longer. He simply stepped around the corner taking quick steps toward the guard. His imposing black figure confused the man for a moment before he could react by fumbling with unholstering his weapon. Before the poor guy could even level his gun Rain was on him. A fast slightly amplified and very solid fist met the underside of the guard's jaw. The impact immediately made him pass into unconsciousness. Rain caught the body before it hit the ground.
"After you," he said to his pale partner. He preferred she do the talking. It wasn't something he was the best at.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 13, 2011 14:36:20 GMT -5
Elita snatched the wrist of the unconscious guard, dragging him into the study after sliding the door open. The white ghost showed no orthodox discretion in her methodology, but it wasn't exactly like it mattered at this point. Rain knew as much, it was why he knocked the guard out; a drop in heart rate would have been detected and sent straight to Kazuhiko Mishima, only the were so close that other concerns pushed it out of the way.
Discarding the body to the side of the room. Kazuhiko's dossier noted his training and collected personality, albeit two future commando's had just casually strolled into his office it would be irregular for him to act out of character; more after Elita spoke, "Mr. Mishima. My name is Elita Florence. This here is my associate-" she would leave Rain to introduce himself; the oriental gentlemen had yet to remove his helmet, "We've been sent by Tricell for your protection. Recently recovered intelligence suggests you have become a target by local Yakuza, and your life is at risk," she had slowly brought her M27 to rest flush across her slender stomach, resting her elbow against the stock, "We will be taking you whether you decline sanctum under the Corporation's wing or not."
She hadn't hid the clear threat laced within her words. If Kazuhiko thought of rebelling for even the slightest moment then it had to be scared out of him. Some people chose flight; those people annoyed the white widow. Whether he would hold his colour up to the sudden demand would determine just how much she would hate this person. It would soon become questionable just how far away the Yakuza were, Elita's satellite threat tracers were already pinging unassigned movement in the park. A confrontation was steadily become a real thing in this dark, foreboding night, "Gather your belongings and prepare to come with us to a designated safe house."
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Post by wrath on May 14, 2011 0:30:22 GMT -5
Raizo moved through the shadow's trailing the two Tricell members. He didn't get to close for they could notice him. Raizo watched his movements to make sure he didn't step on a weak point. The floor of the room that Kaz Mishima was hardwood. Meaning that certain points will be weak and make a creaking sound. If he made a sound, that means that Raizo was slipping up.
Raizo heard something in the distance and began to move. He slipped passed several guards. Making his way to the outer perimiter. Once Raizo found his way to the gate, upon reaching the top of the wall. He could see several men dressed in suits. One of them was wearing a long button up with familar tattooes. The tatooes marked that he was part of the local Yakuza.
They were the people that was here for Mishima. They planned on killing Mishima. The reason was unknown to Raizo. It wasn't part of his mission to know. All that he had to do was make sure that Mishima made it into Tricell unharmed. Several guards moved out of the gate and engaged the Yakuza. The Guard's were outnumbered and easily defeated. They're death's would set off the alarm letting Mishima know that he was in danger.
Raizo slipped back into the darkness and moved back into the main compound.
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Post by Arkaym on May 14, 2011 5:30:24 GMT -5
Kaz was just working through the last few figures in today's report, smiling slightly every time he saw a profit, though he still felt dead inside. Then everything was turned upside down. Two people, whom he had never seen before, entered the room. More worrying were the weapons they were carrying. Assassins? But before he could think about it too much, one of them spoke to him. He listened patiently.
So, that was how it is... They weren't assassins, rather the opposite. His first reaction was to question their real motives; this could be a trap. Something that did surprise him was that they spoke in English, to him. This meant they knew about him, they knew the languages he spoke. Kaz snatched up his pistol from his desk and aimed it at Elita, within about a second and a half, his training coming into play. In the next second he took his Taurus out of it's holster and aimed it at the guy wearing a helmet. ''How do I know you two aren't assassi-'' He was cut off by the faint sound of gunshots. ''What the...'' Kaz aimed more firmly at his two new acquantinces, ready to shoot.
Then the alarm, positioned in the corner of the office, began blaring out loudly. His guards were being killed. Carefully, Kaz lowered both of his guns. Watching them with one eye, he pulled up the sleeve of one arm, revealing a high-tech looking wrist display.
Several small blinking lights were visible, some green, some red. The lights represented his guards, and it was clear what each colour meant. As he looked at the display, more and more green lights turned red as heartrates dropped to zero. He knew some of those men personally, they were his friends, his allies.
Forgetting entirely about the two enemies in his room, he pressed down on a button on the display and spoke. ''Yamato! What's going on?!'' The voice of one of the few last guards blared back through the display, in equally good English. ''It's the yakuza! They're coming for you, Sir! Please, get out of here! Take the helicopter!'' The sound of gunshots was louder through the display, and a few screams were heard. Kazuhiko swore in Japanese under his breath, and walked over to the window. About twenty long seconds later, he saw a huge plume of fiery light in the forest, with the loud sound of an explosion following after. It seems the yakuza had heard Yamato mention the helicopter, as it had just gone up in flames.
Finally, Kaz turned back to the two people in his room. They weren't yakuza, that much was clear, so... perhaps they were telling the truth. He grabbed a few documents from the desk, only the ones with bank account details, before turning back to them, this voice urgent. ''Alright! Let's go! And please, let's kill a few of them on our way out.''
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Post by KR0R1C on May 15, 2011 0:43:06 GMT -5
"...let's kill a few of them on our way out."
Something within Rain cringed with over excitement. He couldn't agree more, and this Kaz was already showing the powerful loyalty of his former Yakuza clan brothers. Rain loved it, it ignited a fire in his soul he hadn't experienced in years. He longed to tell the boy of his father's deeds and how he would follow in his footsteps if he so saught, but now was not the time. They needed to get him to safety and as he said, kill a few on the way out.
The orange diodes on the AIDEN lit up a bit brighter, the low purr got a bit louder as his scans became stronger and more frequent to watch for oncoming enemies. He stepped into the middle of the room between the ghost and the businessman. Reaching up over his shoulder and taking grasp on the disks on his back he pulled them loose from their housing. Bringing them to his front now he took them in both hands and separated them. They instantly lit up the same orange as his suit and the edges became white hot. With a quick spin to gain some momentum he let one of the disks fly at a nearby window. It shattered and the ring-like weapon came sailing back on the same trail it had been thrown. To most people it wouldn't make sense how the disks operated, and even still the science behind it would go over most people's heads. Rain snatched the blade out of the air and lowered his stance.
"I'll take point. Mishima stay between Ms. Florence and myself. We move quick the guards will fall soon. The Yamaguchi will be sending too many Shatei and Kyodai for the guards to handle before long."
Rain approached the window and hopped out. He now stood on the formal slanted roof of the japanese building. To his right was the front of the facility where most of the fighting was taking place. To his left the back of the facility, they would come pouring in from there soon to pinch out any remaining guard force. Perhaps they could make it to the garage and get some wheels to at least put some distance between themselves and the facility. From there they could ditch the vehicle in the city and move on foot. It'd give them time to disperse and vanish off the Yamaguchi's radar.
Rain kart-wheeled off the edge of the building gripping the edge and slinging onto the walkway below. His HUD flashed as two targets appeared on either side of him. He spun as he dropped low to avoid any possible gunfire, as he did the let both the round blades fly. Each impacted the men one in the upper arm causing him to lose it, along with gun its hand held. The other fell to the floor as the disk sliced open his shin cutting into his Tibia. Both disks then changed direction and flew back to their owner, which he caught with both hands crossed over his chest. He wouldn't waste his time killing the men, they would likely go into shock or pass out. Either way they where immobilized.
"Clear. Lets get moving."
Rain would wait for his comrades to catch up before continuing into the facility.
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