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Post by KR0R1C on May 31, 2011 12:20:27 GMT -5
Driving through the darkened streets of Japan was simple enough. Most of this sector had been abandoned long ago, and only the occasional pack of zombies inhabitted it now feeding off whatever life form was unlucky enough to wander through. Cars littered the streets, most parked on the sides, but every so often a few would be in the road and required some dodging. Rain drove with the headlight off to draw less attention to the Jeep he was in. He relied on his suits night vision, and HUD to guide him to his destination.
Elita's voice chimed in of a direct wave radio communication. Rain responded promptly.
<He seemed to be in a bit of pain but your vaccine must have kicked in by now. ETA 3 minutes. I'll circle the block once to clear it.>
Just as he finished Mishima spoke up next to him. He felt it rude to speak to him with his helmet still engaged so he projected his destination directly into his retina and disengaged his helmet. It revealed his distincly Japanese features, as well as his deep dark eyes, and his ponytail of black hair.
"Not anytime soon. Your a high priority for Tricell once we complete our mission here you will likely be transfered to a safe zone. Tricell likes to keep their eyes on their investments." He paused for a moment regretting what he was about to divulge. He turned his gaze away from the road and looked to Mishima. He spoke in Japanese so that what he was saying would hopefully relate more easily. "And off the record I am here to tell you about your father. He was a member of a rival Yakuza family. One which I was also a member of. Your father worked for me as a loan shark. And the Inigawa Yakuza are currently after you to eliminate you and hopefully gain more territory before you can pick up in his place. Your father was one of the few remaining members of the family. The Inigawa nearly wiped all of us out many years ago, and his death sent up a flare to them. I am sorry for your loss. Your father was a good man. And I hope to get you out of this mess."
A few moments later Rain would be circling the block that the Tricell safe house was hidden in.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 1, 2011 13:12:01 GMT -5
Leaving Rain to do an area check, Elita sent out a signal triggering the automatic gates of the underground car park. Fitting the Audi through a narrow alley before reaching a dead end point with nothing but a pair of roller doors, one of them already open. The black SUV descended into the recess of the building, headlamps cutting through pitch blackness. After half a minute the automated lights came on detecting Elita's stored biometrics after she let her blockers down.
Parking opposite the large chrome doors of the elevator; the Audi steamed, several bullet holes in the hood. It was surprising that it still ran, a mark of ingenuity for German engineering; whether they'd taken the concept of the vehicle coming under fire into account was probably confidential. The widow stepped out, quietly slapping the door closed. She pulled her M27 from her back, letting it hang via the sling in her hand lazily.
Elita stumbled toward the elevator as if she had just gotten home from work; yawning, feet aching. Not far from the truth. Just missing the waiting dinner made by a loving husband and being hug-tackled in the leg by a 5 year old.
A loud ding echoed in the subterranean internal combustion engine vehicle storage facility; the chrome doors rolling open silently, freshly greased. Elita leaned against them, holding them open until Rain pulled up in the Jeep. From experience the Mishima kid should have gotten over the poison by now, and would be back on his feet albeit a little limpish.
The second floor button was keyed; fake; it took them straight to the top floor. Well, the floor just before the top floor; high enough to be near penthouse class. Everything all the way up to the front door of the safe house had a half finished construction look to it, a linear path leading from the elevator. There were several turns just so that if anybody ever had to run they wouldn't be directly in the line of fire. No handle existed on their entrance; when Elita stopped a couple of feet from the door several locks could be heard falling out of their seating, and their arrival was made clear.
"Settle down, have a rest. A lot needs to be processed, plenty we'll have to do when the next call drops," the Ghost stepped into the apartment, generous in Japanese aesthetic, zero windows to note of, "Get used to your new apartment, Kazuhiko. You may be here for a while," she began ascending stairs to the next floor above, "I'll be in my quarters..." she quickly announced, finishing her sentence in more of a mumble, "...need to get this damn suit off," tugging at her collar.
Half a dozen rooms littered the floor above, each spacious and reserved for a single person. Kazuhiko would have his own, Rain too. Elita picked hers close to the stairway, first to respond to any hostile breaches or alarms. The door read her biometrics, just like the last, and opened automatically for her. Nobody would be able to intrude via any means; it was a dream having such privacy.
Before she even reached her bed the white ghost started pulling pieces of her armor off. The moment she had been waiting for this whole night, scheduled removal of ACALIA; if she had attempted to do so any time before none of the gear would budge. Now, she could let her skin breathe.
The monotone tearing of a zipper passed down the back of her neck, between her shoulder blades, continuing down her spine and ceasing just above her tail feather. Synthetic weave peeled away from her body as Elita slowly removed the ballistic suit, feeling as if she were washing away her troubles with it; the touch of her own skin, surreal.
But as much as the burden had been taken off, a reality always remained, undeniable; forgotten whenever the suit covered it up. This was something the Ghost had to carry with her, a mistake all her own. Elita faced herself in the reflection of her wardrobe mirror, naked, passing her hand over the scar that snaked up her stomach from her womb to her bosom. Her eye misted at the sight of the destroyed woman staring back.
The ghost carefully lay herself to rest on the bed, pushing her cheek against a soft, warm pillow; lulling to sleep through her own quiet sobs.
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 1, 2011 13:33:29 GMT -5
Kazuhiko shook his head violently, causing his body to reply with a jolt of pain, the wound still fresh. ''My Father was a businessman! Respectable and honest!'' He barked his words, a new fire clear in his tone. How dare they... They came into his house talking about assassination attempts and telling him that his very Father, a member of a respectable family, was part of the yakuza? That did not sit well in Kaz's gut. These people were not his allies. Hate immediately burned fierce for Rain especially. Kaz continued, his words still sharp. ''Don't talk about my Father anymore.'' It was said as a command, not a request.
Kaz pulled himself from the Audi, simply leaving the car taking great effort. The painful wound combined with the deadly poison had put a great deal of strain on his body, and for the first time since Raccoon, real pain coursed through him, and he felt more alive than in months.
He followed Elita along the path to the safehouse, not replying to any words his 'allies' spoke. After riding the elevator up, he chose a room fairly near the staircase, close to Elita's. Thing is, Kaz didn't trust either of his saviours. He didn't trust Tricell, either. That was why he was planning to escape. Spreading lies about his Father like this... Hell, how did he know this wasn't one big trap and they were after his millions? None of this was right...
Kazuhiko sat down on the bed in his new room, time passind indefinitely, boredom nonexistent for him, waiting for a moment in which he was sure that both of the Tricell agents were asleep.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 6, 2011 8:42:15 GMT -5
Mishima obviously didn’t want to believe what Rain had just revealed to him. He couldn’t blame him too much. It would be hard to believe some stranger who you just met telling you that your father was hiding something from you most of your life. But then again it didn’t make it any less of the truth; most members of the Yakuza would hide it from their families until they became a big time player and turned it into their full time job. Mishima's father had done it on the side and even within some of his business work; he was good, and a valuable asset to Rain. How to help Mishima deal with it from here would be the tricky part. But he had to know the truth as to why the rival Yakuza family was after him.
After circling the facility they entered a gap just big enough for the Jeep to fit into, and then found themselves in a parking garage. They followed Elita into the facility and once in the proper living quarters everyone went their separate ways, Elita and Mishima each to their own quarters, and Rain to the living quarters. Built into a wall was a hidden panel that revealed a station for refreshments, sodas, water, coffee, and tea. He heated up a pot of water and grabbed a few tea packs. Taking it with him to a low Japanese table he made himself a cup of chanoyu tea.
He activated his suits projectors and an orange holographic computer materialized on the table in front of him. Two squares floated mid-air and became monitors; a rectangle on the table became a keyboard. Rain synced his system up the main computer in the safe house. Once that was complete he activated the oLEDs in the wall across the room, in a moment the wall seemed to fade away showing the dark rainy city. It wasn’t a window, but a high resolution display that showed the outside world as if looking through a window. It was a feature to reduce cabin fever, and claustrophobia during long stays, but for Rain it just relaxed him looking out across the country he used to call his home, it was a bittersweet feeling.
After downing his first cup of tea he went to work. You never really knew how long ago a facility of this type was actually used, Tricell liked to keep their operations secret from even their most 'trusted' operatives. On his computer he pulled up the schematics of the facility and checked every entrance and structure for strength and integrity, that nothing had failed or been messed with. As normal everything was fine, it wasn’t often you would find too much damaged. He then pulled up the security setups and reviewed his and Elita's privileges, full access to the whole system. He then pulled the one for Mishima, he'd been accepted as a guest by the facility AI but on his own it wouldn't allow him into specific rooms of the facility or even out. They didn’t want him slipping away after all that would ruin the purpose trying to protect him.
Once Rain was satisfied everything was in working order he poured himself another cup of the green tea and relaxed gazing out at the city scape.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 6, 2011 10:51:34 GMT -5
"Elita. Sweetheart," a subtly British accent cooed over the purring widow's ear, "Wake up, beautiful," the male voice nearly demanded in a patronizing tone. Eyes opening slowly at the familiar voice, "Mmm," she moaned at being woken from such a nice sleep, cranky, but relieved. Lazily lowering her head on the pillow and looking to a dark corner of her room, a staunch figure stepped out of the shadows, chiseled jaw with a Cheshire smile and slicked back hair of the man who looked back. As devilish as his appearance were, a particular warmth emanated from a strong charismatic aura. He wore a black suit buttoned to his collar, hands tucked into his pockets, and a pair of aviators hung from his belt, "What do you want, Logan," Elita asked, looking away from him. The suit tutted, taking a couple of slow strides toward her bed; the fact Elita was naked seemed to be no concern for either of them, "Please. You always have to assume there's something I want whenever we meet," he sat down at her feet. "It's because that's always the case," she retorted flawlessly. "Heh, well... I suppose," he scratched his chin after the contradiction, "So how's things? How's my kid sister doing with the Tricell high rollers these days, 'ay?" he play shook her foot just to be annoying, the girl pulled her feet away in response. "Stakes could be higher," the Ghost said without a hint of remorse. Logan crossed his arms and raised his chin, "Oh yeah? Nothing was ever good enough for you," clasping his hands and leaning against his knees, "I won't ask what your bet would be," he looked to the pale woman who lay almost in the fetal position, looking insecure yet being the complete opposite of it, "Listed, kiddo, I need some help," the suit rolled his lips and shifted a bit. As relaxingly asleep as her composure were the Widow had her ears wide open, staring at a point on the wall in front of her. Some stupid voice in the back of her mind kept her from ignoring the man, not in the obligated sense; more of a 'he were at her whim' point of view. So yes, she would listen. "That Asian kid you and Mr.Spooky just adopted. He's the key to a business arrangement I've got in the works," he leaned in to the side slightly, whispering for no reason but to exaggerate his next word, "Trillions..." returning to an upright position before finishing the sentence, "Of yen, that is. Could potentially help out the economy of the new world once the current biohazard has been cleaned up.""Not that I care," her whimsical response sounded almost adolescent in rebellious nature. Logan chuckled, "Of course, how could I forget," his dimples rising from a tickled sense of humor, "Ah, Christ. Well if you won't do it for the world then at least do it for me," he pursed his lips at the beg, looking the nude woman over, "Oh who am I kidding, you won't do it for me either," he stood up and started back towards his dark corner. "It wouldn't be allowed anyway. It's off my grid," Elita spoke up, making an excuse. "You always found a way around that, El," Logan said quick and sternly, turning to face her while standing in the maw of the false wall, a half open panel revealing a hidden passage, "Like you said, stakes could be higher. Here's your chance to raise them," a moment of silence reflected from both people in the room, "The man goes by the name of Fumisato Yasunobu. He owns club Kaminari in the Shinjuku area..." he paused, nearly eating his own words, "Better known as the red-light district. He's expecting Kazuhiko, so all you need to do is get him there."The suit hadn't waited for a response from Elita, his voice echoing back through the passage while the wall slowly closed, "And keep an eye on Mishima. Squinty eyes has a defiant nature," the wall slid shut without a sound, and it were as if he was never there. Elita picked up a pillow and smothered herself with it in spite of the man.
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 6, 2011 11:15:14 GMT -5
Kaz's patience finally caught up with him. He pushed himself up off the bed, and smiled to himself slightly. This would be a return to form. So far, in his life that had finally gotten exciting again, he'd just been protected the entire time, killing just a single man. That was dissapointing and just would not do.
Part of him wandered if perhaps he could sneak into the room of the female and male agent and kill them, but... They seemed to have some serious skill. They could, perhaps, best him. So instead, he decided to escape. Opening the door to his quarters as silently as he could, he ran quickly to the door leading to the stairwell. Pulling the handle down, he tugged gently. Nothing. Then he pulled at it. Still nothing. Kaz didn't want to try and force it as Elita and Rain were still nearby...
Instead, he walked to the opposite end of the hallway, his footsteps making no noise as they hit the clean, white, linoleum floor. Hazel eyes watched each door as he passed, fearing the sudden appearance of one of his new 'allies'. Finally, he reached the end of a hallway, and another door. Lucky for him, this one opened.
It led into a kitchen area, which he passed without so much as a second glance. This led him into another hallway. Confident that he was out of earshot of the two agents, he sprinted across the floor this time, footsteps clapping fiercely as he ran to the door that he presumed led to another staircase.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 7, 2011 7:35:53 GMT -5
Rain's near meditative state was disrupted when one of his holographic monitors began flashing. Someone was on the move in the compound. The computer isolated the target on a camera. Kazuhiko Mishima was on the run. He must have been attempting to escape. It was ok. He was allowed in all public rooms. But anywhere that had weapons or ammo, housed important information and servers, or could be used as an exit to the safe house was completely locked down. There wouldnt even be door handles for him to attempt to pick. They all operated on biometric scans, none of which he would pass. It wouldnt be much of a safe house if the person they were trying to keep safe could just waltz out.
Rain then rose to his feet and began to intercept their guest. He was sure it was his fault that Mishima was doing this anyway. He didnt take his guns with him. He only equipped himself with an old kodiak picture. The color was faded but the image still showed clear. Two Japanese fellows, one with him arm around the others shoulder, each with a sake glass, both obviously having a good time. The younger man in the all black suit with long black hair in a pony tail was obviously a younger version of Rain himself. The other was a middle aged man, who Rain and Kazuhiko would know as Mishima Senior; Kaz's father.
The specter made his way through the kitchen and into the lower levels where Kaz was last seen heading. Most of this area was maintenance and thus would be locked away from Mishima. They would have to meet face to face in a long white hall. When they did Rain would say nothing, he had nothing left to say. The picture he brought with him would do the talking.
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 7, 2011 9:35:15 GMT -5
Kaz finally reached the end of the white hallway. The door he was greeted with had no visible handle. Instead, a palm scanner was visible to the left. As a final futile hope, he slammed his hand against it, just for the scanner to reply with a disssatifying error message.
Kazuhiko turned to look for another way, and saw Rain at the far end of the corridor. Crap... He quickly grabbed ahold of his revolver and his pistol, aiming them as Rain advanced. ''Get out of here. I'd rather not anger Tricell, but I've killed before and I will again.''
At that moment in time, the picture was unnoticable to Kaz. He just watched Rain carefully, confused that he was not holding a weapon. What was going on exactly...? His eyes narrowed and the grip on his guns was firmer, refusing to let his mind drift. This man had insulted his family, lied about an honourable man. Beyond that, Kaz's father was still missing, presumed dead. Must this agent of Tricell soil Kaz's own father's name in such a way?!
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 7, 2011 15:58:39 GMT -5
Rain continued to approach regardless of the weapon being aimed at him. He began to speak in japanese to his counter part.
"Kazuhiko Mishima. I mean to cause you and your family no disrespect. Your father was like an older brother to me, thats how we Yakuza even Ex-Yakuza are. Our bonds are as strong as those of family. He was a strong, loyal, honorable man. I mourn his loss as well. Its why I took this mission. If it wasnt for that connection I wouldnt have returned to this land. I left it behind long ago." He then stopped short, a distance enough to keep Mishima comfortable. He then extended his hand, holding out the picture for him to take. "I have this for you. Proof I guess. Its all I have left from a good friend, and all I have to offer you as proof. Trust me, I am here to help you." His tone getting a bit more sinister. "And to payback those Inagawa bastards for what they have done to my family... Your family."
He then went quiet waiting for a response.
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 8, 2011 10:08:34 GMT -5
Kazuhiko watched Rain very carefully. The words he spoke... They did not sound like lies. Yet they had to be. How could any of this to be true... What Rain seemed to not understand was how much this affected Kaz. This flipped his life over. His Father had taught him the morals of honour, that one should not take part in illicit activites, from an early age and right through to his adult life. Had his parent just been protecting him from this, the horrible truth?
His face showing a great deal of concern and confusion, he holstered his pistol and grabbed the photo, whilst still aiming the revolver at Rain. His eyes slowly drifted to it, and his expression changed to one of deep sorrow. This was not a fake, impossible, yet it clearly displayed Rain, visibly younger, and Kaz's very own Father... The picture was proof enough for Kaz.
His revolver slotted into its respective holster, and he walked a little closer to Rain. ''Don't you dare say that it is my family. If my Father is a yakuza member, then he is no family of mine.'' Suddenly, he brought up his right hand and lashed out viciously at the Tricell agent's face, a powerful and nasty punch. Without so much as a glance to check if any damage had been done, he turned tail and ran, heading for the door at the end of this corridor that hopefully led to an exit.
Upon reaching it, Kaz noticed something that made him grin. The door didn't seem openable by him, as a biometric scanner was positioned next to it. But, the display was blank. There were no signs of activity from the scanner at all. Pushing on the door caused it to swing open, revealing a huge flight of fire-escape style stairs.
He figured that Rain might contact Elita via radio who might block the entrance, so instead he took the stairs three at a time upwards. Perhaps if they led to the roof, he could make good his escape there. After a solid few minutes climbing stairs at a ridiculous speed, white rotting walls flashing past with no distinction, he almost bashed into the door leading to the roof at the speed he was going. Luckily, this door was not controlled by a scanner, and a tug of the handle caused a welcome wave of fresh air to fill his lungs.
At this point, Kaz practically collapsed on the roof. His lungs burned with a fierce fire, from the stairs but mostly from the nasty sword wound. But he never gave up that easily. After pushing himself up from the ground, he approached the edge of the roof with a weak shamble.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 8, 2011 11:47:19 GMT -5
"Hey kiddo," a dreamy voice emerged beside Kaz. It was Elita, hidden in the shadow behind a rusted refrigeration box at the side of the building. She dangled her legs off the edge, her own way of waving hello to gravity. Dark denim jeans covered the pale skin of her legs; a grey long sleeve T-shirt and white hooded vest were adopted to shield herself from the windage of the altitude. For some reason she had chosen to keep her feet bare.
Albeit they were both the same age, it hadn't stopped the ghost from giving Mishima a young level of address; where they stood she felt more maternal and mature, while Kazuhiko refused to listen, blocked by a layer of arrogant self righteousness; rebellious to listen. Therefore it fit the scenario regardless of their age. The widow figured her only chance of making him realize were to share a bit of her own reality.
"It's never easy, is it," rolling her resting head against the metal to look at him, "The truth," Elita added, even if Kaz knew what she was talking about. She looked back to the skyline, "Sure is a long way down, huh. Always looks twice as far than it really is. Sometimes that alone can kill you before you hit the ground," she shifted to a perch letting vertigo take its rightful place; her clothes and hair flapped in the wind as if protesting at the position she put them in. A drawn moment passed for her reflection of the sight.
"I had my unborn son cut out of me against my will. 3 months before birth. An underdeveloped sternum meant physical trauma from being pulled out crushed his heart and he died on the operating table almost immediately. There were a zero percent chance of him surviving either way," Elita felt her stomach, "The truth stares back at me every day, and I still refuse to believe it."
Standing up, towering above Kazuhiko now, "Accepting the truth is a definition only the strongest of us possess. If we can't adapt to honesty, then we're already dead in the water," she inched toward the edge, nearly hanging ten, "It's not a matter of 'when', but 'if' we'll accept it."
"Only way down is this way, Kaz. Everything else is blocked," the ghost let her arms spread a little for balance, "Tell you what-" she looked at him, "I'll jump with you. Keep each other company," she held her hand out, "Lest we accept the truth."
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 9, 2011 11:22:20 GMT -5
Kaz didn't move at all to acknowledge the presence of Elita. He'd seen her in action. If her purpose was to bring him back by force, he'd probably be unconcious already. As she spoke, he edged towards the end of the roof and sat, legs hanging loosely, to the point where a slight nudge would end his life. When he spoke, his voice was somewhat blank, all emotion put on hold as he contemplated the recent revelation.
''You might expect me to say I'm sorry about your child. I'm not going to say it, because I'm not sorry. That isn't something I know; sorrow for others. Not something I was taught. My entire life, the word of my Father was law. His law was to only feel sorrow your things that, from the very core of my being, I feel should be different. Losing a child is just a character defining experience.''
His head slowly turned to look at her, his eyes moving first to her stomach, lingering there for a few seconds, then drifting up to her eyes.
''I expect you wouldn't be the cold-hearted demigod you are now, if your child survived.'' Something twitched inside him. Why did he idolise this woman so much, this woman that had so cleanly killed their yakuza persuers, causing him to stare in such grandiose awe.
''My Father may have taught me all these values, everything I know, yet I never listened to them. You must have seen my file. I disobeyed him. He demanded that I learn his ways and earn our family millions, yet I spent every waking moment doing my best to become a warrior. Like those I saw in manga and in films.'' An odd sort of smile settled on his face. ''Like I see in you.'' It dawned on him that he'd developed a sort of interest, almost a crush, on this woman simply from how good she was at ending lives.
His eyes began to glaze over, as he questioned his morals, ideals, even his very being. Then, his hand slowly reached out for hers, stopping just a couple of inches away from the pale skin of her own. ''I'd like to jump with you. But part of me doubts you sincerely would.''
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 9, 2011 12:27:06 GMT -5
Smiling at his perception, "I jumped a long time ago, Kaz," she gently held Mishima's hand, curling his fingers into a fist before pushing it away. A cool breeze cast over the young Japanese man as Elita went to crouch down beside him, "I'm not asking for an apology," the ghost wrapped her arms around her legs, tilting her head to keep eye contact "I only want to help you comprehend the inner turmoil we have to overcome. Once you understand your father's motives for your upbringing, maybe you will appreciate all he has done for you," the widow stood up, hopping away from the edge down onto safe pavement, "All I ask for at the moment is your co-operation. In the meantime learn more of your father and the sort of man he were from Rain. It can only help."
She had started for the rooftop stairwell ready to leave the chill when she stopped at the door, turning back to Kaz, raising her voice, "And Mishima," seeking his attention one last time, "As advice. I'm the last person you want to aspire to become," Elita had lost her pleasantry with her final words, keeping eye contact a moment longer to make sure he had heard her well before heading down the stairs.
<Don't worry. You haven't lost your edge> the Ghost silently spoke to the likely jaded Specter of his security blunder, <I shut off the biometrics myself. Only way I could get him in a position to listen. He should be more willing to hear what you have to say, now.>
Feet patting against the white floor of lonely corridors, finding her way back to her private lounge; Elita stepped into the bar to pour herself a glass of whiskey. Filling the crystal clear cup a third, leaving the bottle out before dropping onto a stool behind the counter. The pale widow held her head in her free hand, resting on the bench top; her blond hair covered her eyes.
She drowned out her senses with the golden liquid, thinking of the things Kazuhiko had said. 'Cold-hearted' lingered in the echo of her mind. It made her eyes swell and her lip tremble, thoughts collapsing in on herself.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 10, 2011 10:59:40 GMT -5
Rain stepped around the corner into the kitchen to find Elita cradling a glass of golden whiskey. She was dressed in civilian clothes, something Rain had never seen her in. She appeared much less intimidating, but he knew she was still an extremely lethal weapon.
"Never made you out as one to open up like that." He was referring to what had happened on the roof. He'd been watching via security cameras on the roof. He then paused for a moment taking note of her watery eyes, and slight tremble. "Im sorry about your child, I had no idea." He then poured himself a glass of the golden liquid and took a drink. "You are a strong woman. Not many could go through what you have. I admire that."
He ended that subject there, not wanting to press too far with it. A few more drinks were had and Rain used the oppurtunity to look over the blonde beauty. He'd never seen her this way, she was usually all business, no bull crap, straight forward. He enjoyed that about her she took work with a similar mindset to himself. But here in a rainy city in Japan they both found themselves acting a bit out of character. Displaying sides of themselves that very few had ever seen. He'd always respected Elita, and here he felt a bit closer to her. He wasnt sure if she felt the same, or if he'd ever find out. It'd be wrong of him to ask, so he put his mind on a different track.
"Was it wrong of me to tell Mishima about his father? I thought I was doing the right thing, but now I am not so sure."
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 10, 2011 12:14:23 GMT -5
Kaz remained in the same position as Elita left. His eyes watched the distant skyline, mesmerised, unmoving. Her words cut in deep, and he slowly uncrinkled the scrunched up picture Rain had given him. The picture was enough to bring a quiet rage to Kaz's face, and he froze as still as a statue, even the slow rising and falling of his stomach stopped for a moment as he stared at the accursed picture.
After a very long minute staring, he loosened his grip slighty. Then some more. Finally, the picture flew out of his wind. The wind took it, sending it spiralling off the rooftop, a final dance before falling down to the ground, just a spot on Kaz's vision.
At last, he stood up and left the rooftop, taking the stairs about a hundred times slower than he had on the way up. Upon reaching the bleak hallway in which he had punched Rain, he walked briskly down and into the kitchen. There he saw Rain & Elita. Without breaking pace, he walked past them and scooped up the half-empty whiskey bottle, before continuing past them and back to his room.
By now, he'd realised that escape was not an option. Still, the least he could do was be completely unhelpful and uncooperative to them. It was just common courtesy. Taking a large swig from the bottle, just to cough and splutter quietly, he sighed. Why was everything changing now? Because of his Father? Another swig, another small bout of coughing. He had this horrible feeling that he would not have any choice, at all, in how his life was ran for the next few months, and that bugged him, it really did.
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