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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 10, 2011 12:59:45 GMT -5
Wiping her eyes before looking up, Elita had barely heard Rain enter the room. Shifting uncomfortably in her chair; she wasn't exactly looking for company at the moment. Whoever claimed misery loves the stuff had it backwards. Hearing that Rain overheard everything she had said only made things worse. She made no response at his sympathy; as far as the ghost were concerned the topic had no welcome place between them, "Mmm," she mumbled, sticking the rim of the glass between her lips to take a sip.
Rounds were downed, with each glass the white maiden felt herself loosen up again and again. A feeling of dodging bullets cascaded over her when she started seeing double. Without her vambrace she had no stabilizers to break the alcohol down; Elita could count all the times she had gotten drunk without it on one hand, so no real claim could be made that she could handle her mooch. If it was a plot by the Specter to have her fess up her deepest sorrows, it was working.
Resent laced Rain's words as he mulled over whether telling Kazuhiko the truth had been the best path. In honesty, Elita couldn't see any other way, "No, Rain, you made the right choice. He would have found out eventually. It's better to get over that hurdle now," she slurred a bit, turning her hanging head to look at him, "Eventually the kid'll geddit. 'How' long that'll take I dunno. Things would have turned out worse if we flat out lied to him-"
Elita had been late on hearing Kaz walk into the room, snatching the bottle of whiskey and taking off with it. The ghost hadn't looked up, but she was grateful the mooch was out of her reach now; probably something to say thanks for.
Waiting until certain Mishima were out of her zone; Elita wrenched her eyes shut, swiping her lips with her thumb, "We got a job," she said, opening up her lie, "Got a call from Shibuya, forwarded from HQ with Westman's signature," the whiskey probably helped her cover story, "There's a business arrangement, supposed to be done by one of the Mishima Industry vets who were marked and executed by the Yakuza clan. Only person who can wrap the summit up is Kazuhiko," she winced at a slight headache.
"You'll be needing something a bit more casual," Elita broke the news, "The meet is at a nightclub in red light, we'll need to be almost on top of Kaz to make sure nobody sneaks up and shivs him. For that, we'll have to blend in," she finished her glass, voice growing a little dark, "And keep your optics dark. It'll mean we'll lack access to info, but no other Monitors are to know about the arrangement."
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 11, 2011 7:53:40 GMT -5
Rain felt a bit of relief as Elita agreed that telling him was the right course of action, then a slight bit more as Mishima came back down from the top of the building. Even if he only stormed off to his room like an angsty teen. He then listened closely as Elita detailed him the next portion of their assignment. Business arrangement, vets executed by Yakuza, Casual blend, night club, red light district, and optics blackout. All coming down from Westman. He found it a bit odd that he hadn't recieved any sort of update even after syncing up the the safehouses more advanced communications systems. But he shrugged it off, Elita had always had a more direct line to Westman, as Rain did with his own director.
"So when you say casual..." The specter had gotten so use to the [AIDEN] being his second skin that the thought of dressing in civilian clothes sent a slight chill down his spine. "Does this need to be Sunday morning church, or Friday night club with the VIP?" He would wait for her response before continuing his questions. "And when do we take off?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 12, 2011 4:09:07 GMT -5
"Some mainstream modern Japanese fashion, a fraction formal," Elita started getting technical, "Choose something 'last year' and you'll be laughed out of the place, don't get too classy or business like either," swiveling on her stool to face Rain, "The club has two levels. Bottom is the dance area for the ravers. The top is where the corporate fat cats sit, far more pronounced, and a sort of mingling area in case you don't like bouncing to the beat as much," looking over the oriental gentleman, observing his features and stern expression; he would sit well as a suit, almost hitman like. More than likely someone would assume that, but the majority of the people that inhabited the lounge had some sort of tie to the Yakuza.
"The two levels are linked with mirrored curving staircases usually packed with party goers. You'll stay on the top end where most of the bars and executive booths are, you'll fit right in there. I'll be mostly in the deep end keeping an eye on any Yakuza thugs," the ghost pulled out her hairband letting the gold sheet over her face, a fringe fell almost naturally over her scarred eye; she couldn't let it grab any attention while they were there, "We leave in half an hour. The clubs open at midnight, and the nightlife fires up not long after that. Our arrival is best when the buzz is on, any scouts keeping beads in every popular zone will have their hands full then,"
She had thought it through plenty after her surprise visit. Choosing a crowded location couldn't have been any more annoying but the crime boss would have his reasons. It was likely more than one rival Yakuza member would die during their time there, "Let Mishima know we're leaving when you're ready. Is that everything?" Elita waited in case the Specter had any more queries into their latest assignment.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 13, 2011 10:11:13 GMT -5
Rain had listened closely to everything Elita had to say. [orange]"The layout is typical Yakuza style. The front on the bottom floor, backroom stuff on the second floor."[/orange] He nearly laughed. [orange]"They'll never change I dont think. I'll go let Mishima know. See you back here in thrity."[/orange]
He put his empty glass down on the bar and headed for the stairs. Once he got to the top he knocked on Mishima's door. [orange]"We are going out for some fresh air. Clean up and put on something nice. We'll give you more details en route."[/orange] He then proceeded to his own quarters a bit further down the hall. Upon entering the room was simply syled obviously decorated to match the japanese culture. Tricell had a thing for theming their safe houses.
Rain disengaged his suit. The orange lights that lined and dotted the suit dimmed and went black. Parts of the armor loosened and began allow him to squirm out of it. Underneath the armor his skin had become pale and clammy. He desided it'd be best to wash off a bit, so he took a quick hot shower. Upon ending his wash he pulled a suit from his closet. It was an all white and classic in japanese style. But as Elita said he'd need to fit in a bit better. So he ditched the button up shirt and replaced it with a low V-neck black t-shirt. Then replaced the tie with a black and white patterned scarf. For shoes he wanted to look nice but not wear something that wouldnt give him traction. So he opted for a shiny set of black leather combat boots. Something many of the younger japanese kids had found stylish for years. He then pulled his long black hair back into a pony tail and held it up with a white hair tie. The final touch to the suit would have to be accessories. Yakuza showed their wealth and power through things such as rings, earring, and cuff clips on their suits. He found black metal cross cuff clips for his coat, thick black earring, and a couple rings to top it all off.
He inspected himself in the mirror, and couldnt supress the flash backs from his days in the Yakuza business. He use to dress similar to this every day and conduct business in the same type of places he was about to head. Several backrooms, faces, cigars, dancers, clients, and family members ran through his mind like a whirlwind. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nostrels. As he exhaled he opened his eys and stared into the black eyes in the mirror. His mind cleared.
Before leaving his room he took two weapons from his suit; the batons. He hid them within his suit, they where small enough that no one would ever see them, and being made of no metal they would easily pass through a metal detector. The best part was that they hid tanto style blades and when combined created a katana. He then picked up his vector and headed back to the living area down stairs to meet up with Elita and Mishima.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 14, 2011 5:29:27 GMT -5
Slipping into a pair of soft, black suede, heelless boots which went up past her ankles. Elita pulled a white eider, fur collar coat over herself; warmth blanketed her arms and chest. The ghost went through character in her mirror, the socio-path in her getting to work on finding the right mask to wear. A shoulder holster hid under her vest, suppressed FiveseveN slipping into its scabbard between her shoulder blades while a knife sat neatly just above her tail feather.
The controlled atmosphere of the apartment was left behind, returning to the elevator and heading down to the car park.
<I'll be in the garage keeping the car warm.>
A simple message was sent to her partner, chrome doors pinging open allowing entrance into the underground. The brass at Tricell made sure a wide variety of vehicles were stored in the garage for use in varying scenarios. Dig deep enough and you would locate the emergency LAV decked with its own 25mm cannon, saved purely for emergency purposes.
Elita headed in the more exotic direction, entering what seemed like an abandoned sector of the car park. The widow keyed a number into the pad under the open gate to the section, deactivating the optics on all of the vehicles stored. A wide range of makes, models and colours sprung into view. Some liveries had racing decals printed on them; saved for street races, god forbid an assignment required one.
Choosing a grey Lamborghini Reventon convertible, she rolled the luxurious sports car out of the area and back to the elevator. Elita climbed into the backseat, leaving the drive to Rain and shotgun to Kazuhiko. In that perspective Kaz would be seen as the VIP, while Rain was his body guard, and Elita were just a blonde haired nobody.
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Post by Arkaym on Jun 14, 2011 6:22:56 GMT -5
Kaz looked up at the closed door, startled like a deer caught in headlights. He'd been so lost wallowing in self pity and drinking whiskey, he'd almost forgotten about this entire situation.
Snapping back to real life, he dropped the now empty bottle and smirked. Did Rain just say they were going for fresh air? It was never going to be that simple with Tricell, was it? Looking down at his smart casual clothing, he figured he'd be ok at the nightclub but there was the issue of the rather large cut in his shirt, complete with visibile stab wound. Sighing in annoyance that he'd have to wear something Tricell provided, he removed his shirt and tore a strip of it, wrapping it around the word to make sure that even small amounts of bleeding stopped.
Kazuhiko opened the wardrobe provided in the room, now sure that he was not about to collapse from blood loss. It looks like Tricell had been thorough. He recognised a very wide range of modern Japanese fashion, some for people older and younger than himself. Seeing as he had not been told the details of this trip for 'fresh air', he just picked a black button-up shirt and black jeans, the sort of thing he'd wear at home on a normal day. Although his Father had encouraged him to wear suits more often as a businessman, and any of his Father's friends that still lived further encouraged this, Kaz was well known for utter and complete disobidience.
Well, the truth was he hated suits for the restrictive nature of them. They were not too friendly to parkour, or general fast movement, but a pair of jeans were fine as long as they aren't in any way loose. After washing his face of the odd speck of dried blood from the Komori he slew, he left his room and waited, leaning against the wall next to it, assuming Rain would come and pick him up seeing as he couldn't get through the biometric scanner.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 14, 2011 8:11:30 GMT -5
Rain got his partner's message then met with Mishima at the elevator doors. He escorted him down to the garage where they saw the grey Lambo Elita had picked out. [orange]Very nice.[/orange] Rain would then wait for their guest to get into the passenger side. Once everyone was loaded he would take his place in the driver's seat.
Taking his place in the low bucket seat of the Lambo, Rain couldnt help but check the Throttle Response by revving the car a bit. The car roared back with a deep satisfying rumble from the specially designed Borla exhaust. He shifted into first and released the clutch, the car took off like a bat out of hell and they made their way back into the streets of Japan and toward the red light district.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 14, 2011 8:44:02 GMT -5
The modestly loose clothing the young Japanese man wore gave off a very laid back effect, the kind who shrugged troubles and dared devils while laughing in the face of danger. A pair of shades would probably wrap up the attire, not to mention keep his composure in front of a Yakuza mob boss. Once they reached the night air Elita leaned in behind Kazuhiko, talking into his ear, "You're meeting a man in Nightclub Thunder we're going to. It's a business arrangement between both of your organizations. I don't know the details of the meet, but I'm sure he'll be quick to explain everything," she started, easing him into the gist of it before dropping the bomb, "Fumisato Yasunobu. He's a Yakuza leader. Warlord to be precise. We'll be breaking off from you almost as soon as we're inside, it should be simple to find the guy. He's big, wears a black suit with a red shirt, hangs out at the largest booth on the second level with the most women. He's bald too."They ran back into the freeway, screaming at high speed back towards a better populated and inverse quarantined part of Tokyo, "There's reason to believe some of the thugs who tried to kill you earlier tonight will be situated in the club. That's what Rain and I are here for. We'll be keeping watch over you making sure you aren't killed. The Yakuza won't take a chance letting you escape, and they won't be prepared to raze hell, not in Fumisato's club, it would considered an act of war," the ghost patted him on the shoulder as reassurance before dropping back into her chair. The Borghini jetted towards an open checkpoint, splitting air as it crossed into the seedy side of town. [OoC - Kazuhiko, Rain and Elita have moved to Club Kaminari.]
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