RPG Bullets and Drugs: Volatile Mix [Language, sex references]

[Boba Fett]

[COLOR=green]OOC: *Feels incredibly stupid* That?s right, I forgot my character's name right in the middle of the RPG... It should be Jedgar, sorry for the trouble...

[I]The car wove it?s way through the winding streets of the city, on it?s way to the police station.[/I]

Their plan of action had been logically thought out. They would first proceed to the police station, where the tape would be recovered with, hopefully, a minimum of violence. From there, they would move backwards towards the tape?s source, killing all in the way.

The car parked around the corner from the police station, to avoid being caught on local surveillance tapes. Rebecca, Petir and Jedgar exited the vehicle and began to walk towards the police station at a casual pace.

[B]Petir:[/B] ?Any ideas on how we?re going to work this one??

[B]Jedgar[/B]: ?On the blueprints there was an air conditioning vent on the roof, if we can get up there we can use the vents to get into the building undetected, steal the tape and get out.?

[B]Rebecca[/B]: ?I really don?t feel like crawling through dusty vents today? How about we go in the front door??

[B]Petir[/B]: ?Or we could do that??

[B]Jedgar[/B]: ?Sounds good to me.?

With that, the three Mafia operatives walked through the revolving door of the police station?[/COLOR]

[Baron Samedi]

As the three stalked into the policestation, Petir and Jedgar drew their weapons and ran them around the rooms circumference. Muzzles flashed and glass rained down from the security camera bulbs. Rebecca walked straight through the showering glass and up to the counter.

"We're here for a tape" she whispered confidentially to the stunned man at the counter.

"Now be a dear and go fetch it for us... oh, and I'm sure you know which one I mean"

"Go fuck yourself you crazy bitch" the man yelled, before turning and running down the corridor. Rebecca calmly drew her pistol and sent a slug into the back of his head. Vaulting over the counter, the three went down the corridor, ducking into rooms. Bullets sprayed as the stunned policemen were mown down in their seats. Petir split off, and headed down an adjacent corridor into the security room. He jacked in a new magazine and sprayed the entire security system with bullets. $75,000 worth of computer surveillance equipment exploded into shards of metal and silicon. Turning to the bank of videotapes, he was met by a wall of steel. They'd installed a grilled mesh over it. Searching through his equipment belt Petir pulled out a small vial of Hydrochloric acid. Spraying it onto the lock, he smiled briefly.

"An acid plus a metal equals salt, water and hydrogen. Thankyou Miss Kockzenaz" he whispered to himself.

He pulled open the mesh and pulled out all of the surveillance tapes, stuffing them into a canvas bag.

Meanwhile, Rebecca and Jedgar were in the Sergeant's office. Jedgar jiggled impatiently while Rebecca tried to unlock the safe.

"Shit, can't you be still for two minutes?" she hissed at him. She finally solved the combination and reached in. She scooped out a pile of bills, and a tape. Jamming it into a video-recorder she checked it... yes, this was it.

Turning, they left the station via the back door, waiting in the alley for Petir. After a few minutes he came out, with a canvas bag over his shoulder. As they hopped into the Ford, Jedgar muttered "Next stop: Sergeant Donovan"

[Boba Fett]

[COLOR=green]Jedgar reloaded his clips for his Uzi as the car barreled own side streets, rapidly making it's way towards Sergeant Donovan's residence.

[B]Jedgar[/B]: "That went well."

[B]Rebecca[/B]: "If you'd be a little more patient maybe it'd go a little faster."

[B]Petir[/B]: "The sergeant should be a little more interesting, he's apparently very good at what he does. our records also show that he owns a M-16."

[B]Jedgar[/B]: "That's the last thing we need, quarry with automatic weapons."

[B]Petir[/B]: "We probably shouldn't charge through the front door this time..."

[B]Rebecca[/B]: "Thank you, Comrade Obvious. How about we go in through a window?"

[B]Jedgar[/B] "He lives on the seventeenth floor of an apartment building. I don't like heights, let?s stick to something a little easier."

[B]Petir[/B]: "How about going next door and breaking through the wall, that'd give us some surprise."

[B]Rebecca[/B]: "Lets go for it."

[I]The three of them step out of the car as it pulls up outside the apartment building. They jog across the street and enter the lobby of the building. Quickly getting an elevator to the seventeenth floor to avoid curious stares, they move swiftly towards their target.[/I]

The seventeenth floor hallway is empty, and they walk left to room 102.

[B]Jedgar[/B]: "Which neighbor will we terrorize?"

[I]Petir pulls out a coin and tosses is[/I]

[B]Rebecca[/B]: "Heads for room 101."

[I]Petir picks up the coin and places it back in his pocket.[/I]

[B]Petir[/B]: "Heads it is."

[I]Jedgar kicks the door to room 101 down, and steps inside[/I]

They fan out and search the apartment, and are relieved to find that nobody is home. They then proceed to weaken the wall between this apartment and the Sergeant?s pad. After a few minutes, Petir's chemicals and a little elbow grease have weakened the cheap wall's integrity significantly.

[B]Rebecca[/B]: "1, 2, 3!"

The three of them burst through the wall, weapons blazing. The sergeant goes down without a shot fired, much to their surprise.

Jedgar walks up to the corpse, and pries the M-16 from its lifeless grip.

The sergeant had been ducked down behind an overturned table, a police radio by his side and his rifle aimed at the door. He had obviously heard about the incident at the station and figured that someone would be coming for him.

[B]Petir[/B]: "Lets go."

[I]Jedgar walks over to the heater and punctures the gas pipe, so that it is now leaking. He then walks over to the door of the apartment and affixes a match to the bottom of it with a piece of tape. Underneath the match, he tapes the abrasive match-lighting paper to the floor.[/I]

[B]Jedgar[/B]: "That should discourage visitors..."

Then the three of them exit through the door of room 101, heading back toward the car and their final target...[/COLOR]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=olive][i]He did say 'fascinating'. But truth was, he wasn't exactly intimidated or scared by the man himself. Perhaps by the company he kept, including the woman standing next to him (who he suspected had enjoyed herself thoroughly), but not by the actual man himself. Indeed, he looked rather harmless. In measurement of his eyes, one quick leap and a twinkle of the blade to rip the life out of that man. But the man had authority. That, for one, Gen had to respect. Besides, Sayuri seemed to be absolutely devoted to him and he wasn't stupid enough to criticize that. He looked warily at the seemingly harmless figure as he came walking down the stairs.

Sayuri's 'uncle', and Gen's employer came walking down the stairs, with the utter confidence and trust that nothing will harm him. He was right, of course. Hatsurokin's entire little gang was wiped out, a fair number by Gen's hands, Hatsurokin himself was... toyed around by Sayuri, just lying there, dignity all torn to shreds. He was about to ask something to Sayuri when the 'uncle' looked pointedly at Sayuri and motioned her over. Gen was deeply impressed when Sayuri obediently left for her 'uncle''s side. He had the impression that she bowed to no one. He was wrong. He saw his employer's eye wander towards him, and as traditional Japanese manners commanded, he bowed low to the ground, his coat rippling out from under him. He looked up at the employer a few moments later, only to find the employer heading up the stairs, followed shortly by Sayuri. Feeling awkward by being ignored, Gen stood there for a moment, unsure of his next move. [/size][/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue][i]She followed him silently. Nobu and the other bouncers picked up the fallen Hatsurokin and hauled him up the stairs. Terran and Mitsuko followed calmly. All three women moved the same way. Upper bodies kept perfectly still, legs and hips moving only as much as necessary to cover ground. The guards were perfectly still as they left, partially out of surprise, partially out of respect. Gen turned and left.

Obviously, his job here was complete. ....here. ...for now.

Sayuri Okimura smiled as her uncle entered his office and sat down at his desk. She followed and knelt at his right hand, her fingers spread delicately on her knees, head held high. The bouncers shoved Hatsurokin's inert form into an armchair, searched him, and found nothing. They shrugged and left. Terran and Mitsuko sat in the offered chairs and waited patiently for Hatsurokin to come around.

Sayuri smiled softly, then felt her uncle's hand descend onto her shoulders. She rose up from a sitting kneel and placed a gun, two knives, a vial of mercury, and two cynaide capsules on the desk. Hatsurokin had carried a small arsenel in his pockets... key word being "had."[/i]

"Excellent work Lidan-chan."

[i]She blushed at his rare compliment and sank back to sit on her thighs. He was proud of her, that much was obvious. But really, it was kind of embarassing.[/i][/color]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=olive][i]He had enough. All in all, a productive day, but when considering if it was bad or good, the scale tipped more towards bad. He was bound by a contract with what seemed to be no ordinary bunch, especially in comparison to his prior dealings. Instinct told him that they were probably the top-notch of the entire Yakuza pyramid. To rejoice in reaching the top, or to be mildly afraid of his current situation was the question, and he wasn't exactly the type to be 'afraid'. Weighing the little scale quickly in his mind, he decided to pursue the matter a bit further, at the very least completing the little 'body guard' job he had to take care of. What he would do from there would depend entirely on how the job would turn out, coupled with his impression of the group he was dealing with.

When he came to after his little escapade of thoughts and plans, he found himself near the park. A somewhat homely place for him, the dark, quiet park in the night seemed to be the image of 'home' that was branded into his head. Gen sighed comfortably as he walked into the park, and walked straight up to the water fountain. He took out his twin kodachi there, and with the water, washed it clean of any blood that was left on it from his prior 'activities' of that day. Grimacing slightly from his lack of foresight and his lack of control over his impulses, Gen sheathed away his blades, and sat down on a nearby bench. The bench was cold, but it was what induced sleep most effectively to him. After a few moments, Gen's eyes closed, his breath relaxed, and he dozed off peacefully, just another homeless on the streets.[/size][/color][/i]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=999999][i]Terran looked to the arsenal and smirked. Her eyes trailed from the pile of guns and knives to her boss, Sayuri's 'uncle'. She knew he was a well known man and a feared one at that. But he treated the three very well.

Hatsurokin sat in the arm chair breathing heavily as he winced at the movement of his mid-upper body. She refrained herself from chortling at the sight. Sayuri was well known to do things like that. Mitsuko sat with her hands lying on her lap.

She also had heard him praise Sayuri, which was not very often. Terran gave no facial expression. She looked to him and noticed that he was...glad that his three fighters fought Hatsurokin's men.

The bouncers stood at the door, awaiting orders from him. He waved them away and they left. Hatsurokin still sat in the armchair, blood still flowing from his chest and stomach ever so slightly. He looked at the panting Hatsurokin and smirked. He was waiting for Sayuri to give him a report.[/i][/size][/color]

[Avalon]

[color=violet]Mitsuko sat calmly, her mind wondering off. She sighed, feeling the cellphone in her pocket vibrate, looking at the bloodied shirt which now hung lightly on her arm.

"How nice," she whispered slightly, uncomfortable for the fact that she was "inappropriately" dressed in front of her employer. [i]What's done is done,[/i] she thought, leaning back into the chair.

She took a glance at Hatsurokin, frowned, then turned away. [i]It's his own damn fault...[/i] She sighed again, wondering if there was much damage. [i]Better not be,[/i] she thought, playing with her red tie.

She pulled a pair of black shades out of her pocket and put them on, biting her lip. [i]How tiresome this is..[/i] and with that, she folded her arms, listening to the starting conversation...[/color]

[The Unholy Newt]

[size=1][color=darkblue]ooc: Sorry for being so late in posting, our hard drive died for absolutely no reason a few days ago and we just got a new one today. So again I apologise for the lateness.
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When Dominic finally woke up everything was a blur. His head was stinging like he had been stabbed by a thousand knives. He sat up a lightly touched his head. His fingers came away wet and sticky. Blood.

He looked over to the charred remains of his merc. [i]Thank God I had Toni start the car,[/i] he thought. He rose to his feet and reached into his pocket for his cellphone. He pulled it out to find that was smashed beyond repair, he had no way of contacting any of his men.

For several minutes Dominic bellowed out a string of expletives, half in english, half in Italian. He finally came to his senses and started walking to the nearest busy area to find a taxi.

He eventually found a taxi driver that wasn't on duty or was entertaining company in the back seat and drove over to the meeting hall, hopefully it was still going. He arrived and told the driver to wait, in case it was finished.

He entered the building to find it more or less deserted except for two mafia members who had stayed behind, to see him it appeared.

'Ah, Mr Virelli, sir. We have been waiting for you. The Don was not pleased when you did not make an appearance.'

'Save your talk or I will shoot you. Where have they gone?' Dominic answered in his chilling tone.

'They have all gone to a local hotel, we shall take you there now. The Don said you were to meet with him as soon as you arrived.'

'Very well. Take me there.'

The two members escorted him to their car behind the hall, leaving a very angered taxi driver, who would be waiting quite a while.

They arrived at the hotel and Dominic was shown in to a room adjoining where the Don and his associates were. After a few minutes of waiting one of the associates came and invited Dominic into the room.

The Dominic entered and saw that the Don and his men were rather taken aback by Dominic's state. Blood trickled down the side of his head and down his neck and his clothes were torn and scorched from the explosion and the impact as he hit the ground.

'Dominic, my son. We missed you at the meeting.' The Don greeted him disapprovingly.

Dominic went up to the Don and took his outstretched hand and kissed the ring.

'I bring my sincerest apologies Don Merconi. I was delayed at my lodgings when my car was blown up.'

A scowl settled on the Don's face.

'This is not good news my son, what of you men?'

Dominic did not answer, he just shook his head.

'Although, I am saddened by their deaths I am glad that I do not have to kill you. Go now downstairs and clean up and then join the others in the bar.'

'Yes my Don, thank you for your forgiveness.'

Dominic kissed the ring on the Don's hand again and exited the meeting room.

~TUN[/size][/color]

[No]

[i][color=lightpink]Julia sat at the bar, starting to nod off in to a sleep. She was partially drunk but not enough for her to not have good judgement on things. Looking around the bar lazily, with her jade green eyes, wondering where Dominic was, hoping that he would have been there for her to talk to, she only talked to him and Rebecca, feeling a bit odd when she spoke to the others, and got very shy around the Don.

Ordering another glass of vodka, quickly downing it when she recieved it. Then almost startled when some one poked her side, following the hand, up to the arm, to the shoulder, then saw the culprites face. It was Dominic, the one who didn't go to the meeting. She looked at him and smiled a bit, asking softly, a slight slur in her speech. "Where were you...? Sleeping in eh?"[/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She kept her head down while she spoke to him, still on her hands and knees.[/i]

"Hatsurokin attempted to buy the twins, then became rough and attacked both Terrans an and Mitsuko san. As requested both Gen and I came to their aid. No Yakuza were slain in the fight. All of Gen's men are dead."

[i]She bowed her head once more, signifying that she was finished. Her uncle looked down at her, then let his gaze spill over to Terran and Mitsuko. Then his eyes came to rest on Hatsurokin's pathetic form.[/i]

"And what...do you propose we do with this piece of .....flesh?"

[i]His answer was a general question, and Terran stood to answer.[/i]

"I propose we let him pine away in the holding cells until something new happens."

"Like....?"

"Another war breaks out."

[i]He smiled thinly and nodded.[/i][/COLOR]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=olive]OOC: Gen's men? Don't you mean Hatsurokin's Raiha?

[i]He dreamed. He rarely did, but his dreams were usually informative, one way or another. This one was no exception. It was faintly dark, not dark enough to completely block out the sight but dark enough to morph the human figure into simple shadows of black. Where he was, he couldn't tell exactly. But the sheer size of the place suggested something along the lines of a ware house. He took a step forward, and realized that he made no sound at all. A third person dream. A dream where he watched, and took no part in it at all. Informative. Towards the left, he saw a figure melt out of the darkness. Judging from the flowing trench coat that covered the entire figure, he guessed it was himself. On another side, a female figure. He watched the two figures glare at each other silently, though their faces were indistinguishable in the darkness. He heard a snap and a gleam as his dream self drew the twin blade. He looked towards the female, and found her holding a knife that looked oddly familiar. The two figures charged each other, and there the dream ended, waking him up in the midst of the real world, on the park bench where he first dozed off. He sat up, sweating slightly, and looked up at the starry sky.

"Hm...."

He stood up briskly as if trying to force the image out of his mind. A few times in the past he had a similar experience, but this one was too vague. At the very least, he usually saw a part of the battle to come, and he was able to prepare for it accordingly. The only thing he got from the dream was that he would be fighting a female in what he assumed to be a ware house, the results unknown. Not much of a help. Shrugging slightly, Gen stretched himself, unable to sleep after the vision, and slowly walked out of the park.[/size][/color][/i]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=999999][i]Terran bowed respectfully to her boss and looked to Hatsurokin. She called for the bouncers and they came in. She then ordered them to drag him out to the cells.

Looking back, she saw Sayuri still on her knees. Mitsuko stood and walked to Terran, the two left her employer and Sayuri alone. The bouncers, Hatsurokin, Mitsuko, and Terran walked out and stood in front of the office. Terran closed the door behind her.

Mitsuko walked downstairs first and Terran walked in front of the bouncers and motioned for them to follow her. As soon as she stood at the floor, she waited for the bouncers. When they stood in front of Terran, she told them to take Hatsurokin to the holding cells. But before he left, Terran searched him again, just in case. She searched through his inner pockets, his pants, inside his pants, his shoes, his socks, everywhere.

Along with the things Sayuri found, she had found a needle, a bottle of morphine, an aspirin bottle filled with ecstacy, and Altoids filled with pins. She then motioned the bouncers to take him. She sighed and put the things on the table. She then looked around and then to the clock in the club. She felt tired and needed to walk.

Mitsuko came back dressed and fully clothed. Smiling, she came to Terran.[/i]

"Today was an interesting day. We still have Tatsumi and Naomi, we had a nice day for excercising, and we met another idiot today as well." [i]Mitsuko had said to Terran.[/i]

[i]Terran smiled at her and replied.[/i] "I'm going to change and take a walk. When Sayuri gets done, tell her that. Also, if she needs anything tell her to call my cell."

[i]With that, Terran walked to her room and quickly changed into black silk pinstripe tux pants, she still had her dark blue tank top on. She then put a black business jacket on and put on black dress shoes, not stilletos, and placed her sunglasses back on and walked out.

She waved to Mitsuko and walked out and walked towards the park. There it was dark and street lights shined the area. A sense of someone else came over Terran.[/size][/color][/i]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=olive][i]Gen's ears pricked up, and he felt something close to a chill, though not as distinct. His eyes flickered around, and after a moment of searching, rested on the lone figure standing at the entrance of the park. The outline of the figure against the illumination of the street light was decidedly feminine. Involuntarily, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his vision slowly melded to fit the darkness.

"You..." he murmured at the figure.

He remembered the female before him in the club, and recalled seeing her entering his employer's office. One of them. What was she here for? He knew that the Yakuza members were not to be trusted, specifically speaking, women. Grimacing slightly, he stared coldly at the figure.

"Yes, me." she replied quietly.

Gen twitched slightly, remembering her voice from the phone.

"Your name and your purpose?" he asked coldly.

"Terran Sung, I'm only out on a walk." she replied cooly. "I'm sure that's not illegal. And your name and purpose?"

Gen faltered a moment before answering, undecided on whether to trust her or not. After a moment of brief consideration, he decided it couldn't hurt. He was working for the same man as her after all.

"Gen..." he replied, ignoring the latter half of the question.

Terran raised her eyebrows slightly, but did not pursue the subject. Instead, she looked over him critically, especially his tattered coat. An uneasy silence settled between the two. [/size][/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled to herself and leaned against her uncle's knee. He stroked her hair, strangely reminiscent of the master dog relationship. That was, until, she stood, letting his hand drag down her entire body. Partway down, she felt him slip something into her back pocket. She smiled at him and leaned over his desk.[/i]

"Thank you."

"Of course my dear Sayuri."

[i]He held his hand for a momment, then brushed his lips against the inside of her wrist. She smiled and let him drop her hand again. She turned her head and he dismissed her. Without another word, she exited the office and headed back downstairs. The letter was in her pocket. He didn't like talking much, so he resorted to letters and the like. She took it out downstairs and read it silently.[/i]

"My dear adopted niece:
Tonight, if you read this, you are alive. Now go, and talk to Gen. He will see you in the storehouse. And I want you to go to our base and meet him there."

[i]She didn't flinch, or show any surprise. He did everything for a reason. So she obeyed.[/i][/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=999999][i]Terran was now looking into Gen's eyes. He had a blank expression upon his face. Something that Terran caught quickly when speaking to someone. The silence still fell upon them, but soon was broken by Terran's speaking.[/i]

"You fought well today." [i]She had said to him.[/i] "The Yakuza do not accept just anyone, you know."

"Hmm." [i]Gen was a man of "many" words, as you can see.[/i]

"Perhaps a test for us both is in order." [i]Terran said as she removed her glasses and straightened her hair.[/i]

"A test? For what?" [i]Questioned Gen.[/i]

[i]Terran placed her glasses in her hand and looked up to Gen. He lifted one brow and looked at her face.[/i] "This test!" [i]Terran said as she did a Ura yoko geri, also known as a spinning side kick.[/i]

[i]Catching Gen off guard, he was missed by just a mere foot, literally. He then stepped back and watched as Terran stood in a fighting stance. He did the same as well. Terran was the first to charge. She ran as if she was walking gently upon water. She then reached out and cartwheeled once, then back flipped several times before getting near Gen.[/size][/color][/i]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=olive][i]Gen faltered for a moment, considering whether or not to draw his twin blades. He saw the female figure with clarity, he knew where to move in order to minimize the possible damage done to him. The easiest way, of course, was to draw and slice apart the lady before him, a nice way to add to the green decor of the park. It needed a little red. But then again, he knew that to kill one of the Yakuzas meant to turn their entire organization against him. He didn't really want that. Therefore, all things considered, he leapt back quickly, avoiding Terran narrowly, landing on a nearby stone rabbit figurine.

"You must be suicidal..." he muttered, grimacing at another conflict looming on the horizon.

He sat there crouching on the figurine, his coat covering the entire stone, giving the impression of him standing. His eyes were slowly clearing up, the blank, misty expression giving way to that of keen observation coupled with lethal efficiency. His eyes slithered over Terran as if decoding her piece by piece, finally closing for a moment, then reopening into his usual glassy stare.

"Leave. Another assault and I will not answer for my actions." he said in an unnervingly calm voice.

Terran smiled and laughed softly for reply, then with a thin, screechy sound, took out her dual steel fans, opening them up. Gen sighed slightly, then stood on the figurine, vampiric in demeanor, confident to the point of egoism. With a thin snap and two gleams flashed out, his blades drawn. He stepped off the stone, and stood facing Terran, ready for the kill. [/size][/color][/i]

[terra]

[color=chocolate]As the car bumped slightly along the road, Rebecca glanced down at the sheet with the last target's name on it. Her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but she smiled.

"This shouldn't be too hard," she said, her voice calm and just audible in the car.

"Shouldn't be too hard?" Jedgar repeated. "From what I read, he's a paranoid bastard, won't even let anyone into the building unless he knows them. And his apartment building has tighter security than the last guy's, we'll have to get buzzed in somehow or sneak in behind someone else who lives there."

"Well, I know him," Rebecca said when he appeared to have said his fill.

Somehow, Petir didn't look terribly surprised. "How do you know him?" he said.

Rebecca shrugged slightly. "We needed some papers, and he had them. I was sent to deal with it, as quietly as possible, so ..." She let herself trail off elegantly.

Jedgar let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like, "Women."

Rebecca ignored him and glanced down at herself, eyeing the practical gear she'd donned with some disapproval. "All this clothing will get in the way," she said, "though I suppose he won't be able to get a good view of me through his peephole ... Better make the best of it, though." She unbuttoned the top few buttons of the utility jacket, then pulled her dagger out of its sheath at her ankle and used it to slice off the sleeves of the shirt. When she was done, the shirt could have passed for part of a clubbing outfit. And, somehow, Rebecca made it look sexy.

She ruffled a hand through her hair for good measure as they pulled up to the building. "So you boys just sit tight, and I'll be right back," she said, moving to get out of the vehicle.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Petir said.

She didn't deign to answer that, just strode up to the apartment building and pressed the intercom for their target's rooms.

"Who is it?" His voice sounded distrustful and had a tinge of desperation. Just as she'd remembered him.

She put a little desperation in her own voice as she answered, "Daniel. It's me, Rebecca."

"Rebecca! ... What do you want?"

He didn't sound particularly eager to let her in, so Rebecca laid it on a bit thick. "Daniel, I've missed you. I don't know how I've made it through the past two months without you ... At first I thought it was for the best but now I realize I was such an --" Rebecca winced, but didn't let it show in her voice -- "idiot, Daniel. How could I ever have thought I'd be able to live without you?"

There was a short pause before the scratchy voice returned. "Rebecca ... I've ... I've missed you too. But now's not a good time. I'm really sorry, could you ... come back another time?"

"Oh, please, Daniel, it would just make me feel so much better to see you," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. "And ... well, and to kiss you ... Those lips, I've been dreaming about them every night ... The way they felt on my skin ..." She had distinctly moved from desperate to seductive, and was glad that Petir and Jedgar weren't in hearing range. Her skills were always useful, but she hated throwing them around at people she didn't care about.

"Well ..." He was leaning.

"Please, Daniel. I'd ... I just need ... 'love' ... right now." Her tone made it clear that her version of love was spelled with three letters, starting with s and ending with x.

"Well ... All right, Rebecca," and he buzzed her in.

A quick ride up the elevator. An examination of her through the peephole, as she'd anticipated. The opening of the door, the meeting in a passionate kiss, a kiss passionate enough to hide the sound of the cocking of a revolver.

Rebecca, pulling back, looked him in the eyes and said, "Sorry," before putting a bullet through his head.

She returned downstairs after carelessly rolling his body back into his apartment and shutting his door. "Job's finished," she said, climbing back into the car with Jedgar and Petir.[/color]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=999999][i]Twirling the fans around as if they were toys, Terran eyed the kodachis in Gen's hands. She smirked and stopped twirling them.

The two readied their weapons as well as their stance. Gen was subtle and defensive, but with a hint of attack-ready. While, Terran's stance was more of a light and graceful ballet stance.

Terran looked to Gen with a smirk and she smiled a thinly and evilly. The fans were behind her back as she waited for the first attack.[/i]

"Your actions are your answers. It's all on how you fight and defend. From the looks in the club, you may be a worthy opponent, after all." [i]Terran replied as she brought her fans in front of her.[/i]

"We shall soon see, Terran." [i]Gen leapt behind Terran as she skidded across the floor, trying to cause Gen to fall.[/i]

[i]He landed gently on his feet. Terran sweeped her leg around and pounced onto her feet with her hands. She now stood near the fountain. She had forgotten his abilitiy. Gen turned and looked to her.

Terran now ran at him as she folded her fans into daggers. She thrusted the first dagger towards Gen's stomach, but was blocked by his blade. She then opens the fan and slits the blade through and twists his arm. Somehow, Gen counter-blocked the move and now had Terran in an arm lock. His left blade near her breasts, while his right hand held her arm.[/size][/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She laughed to herself and let the door swing open. It clanged shut behind her and she dropped the key into the black box. It locked itself and she redid the password with her palm. Then she turned and turned on the lights. The storeroom was huge. Covered with rows and rows of shelves. Pallets, and boxes. Wrapped in plastic here and there, covered with dust, others in biohazard stickers.

She smiled and removed her shoes, and then her shirt, and then her knife. She laid everything out religiously and then began to polish her knife with a rag and the oil bottle in the desk drawer........ ......back and forth. Very slowly. Until it sparkled and shimmered. Then she drew it along the stone floor. It made a thin scratch. She smiled and set it down. She reached into the desk drawers again and pulled out her prized weapon.

A simple bloodsword.

Long and thin, with a three quarter blood channel, a long handle for either double or single grip, and of course, prongs in the handle itself, to sink into the palm. Her own weapon, forged for her, a gift from her uncle. That through pain she might find strength. She picked it up, and twirled it in one hand, then set it down again.

With slow steps, she moved out onto the open floor and crossed her legs, and sank down into a sitting position.[/i][/COLOR]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=olive][i]Growling slightly at his miscalculation, Gen's eyes flickered toward his other kodachi, twisted away from his grip in a few deft moves by the steel fan. He underestimated her. The current position he found himself in would not have been bad if he had been a perv, but considering how he fought and how he was in general, the situation was absolutely undesirable, especially since any wrong move would result in losing his other blade. With a quick release of the arm and a shove, he pushed Terran away, quickly darting to his blade, picking it up and facing Terran again, who looked mildly amused, her two fans secure in her hands.

"I'll make this painless as possible." he said simply in response to her somewhat scornful face.

"Oh...?" asked Terran. "Worthy as you may be, you're not that good..." she added with a smirk.

"What you saw... is not what you face now..." murmured Gen, slowly sinking down into the ground.

Slowly, he arched his back slightly, his right foot stretched out straight in front of him at a narrow angle, his left foot bent to level his body. His left hand was out forward, the Kodachi held in the Sakate position, the right hand pulled back as if holding a bow and arrow, the kodachi also held in a Sakate position.

"Kodachi Futaeryu... Totsu no Kamae..." he said, the manic glint slowly seeping through his blank eyes.

His muscles tensioned a bit, his black form small but intimidating nonetheless, like a cat crouching low before pouncing to make the kill. [/size][/color][/i]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=999999][i]Terran smirked at this and she folded her fans into daggers and extended her right leg forward and she crouched on her left leg. She then extended her right arm forward and bent her left arm a little behind her head. She was ready for whatever happened.

Gen began to lean back a bit, then he sprang from his stance with his right leg and leapt at Terran. She watched as he flew towards her. She moved swiftly away towards the right, but not fast enough. He had cut her arm with his blade. This made Terran unbalanced and she fell. She looked to her arm. It dripped with fresh blood. She looked to Gen who's face said nothing, but his eyes took some pleasure.

Terran stood and let the blood flow from her arm to the ground, ignoring the pain that the wound brought to her. She was determined to show him who was the better of the two.

She was turned, facing the one called Gen. She held tightly onto her fans, somehow blood ran from her hands as well. She felt no pain, even outside of battle.[/size][/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She inhaled through her nose, and out her mouth. Slowly. Quietly. Steadily. Not worrying about anything else around her, nor the impending fight. She was sitting very still in a cross-legged position, clad only in slacks. Her blade was resting in front of her, far from her hands, but only to far away people. She knew from years of experience that it was really only a snatch away. Lean forward, keeping the torso straight, and stretch out the hand. The fingers will grasp the weapon easily and tuck themselves into the handle. Then draw it back up and curl your legs around and stand up straight.

She didn't practice. She merely envisioned herself doing it. With her bloodsword, she could not use it until a real battle. Before it, she practiced with a normal sword of equal size, weight, and balance. The bloodsword was for life and death alone. ...hence bloodsword. And the prongs in the handle.

Her uncle had made the blade to teach her a lesson. That with pain, sometimes self induced, strength can be formed. And to use the strength the right way will lead to power. ....it was this power that she did not crave. The the stability it brought her. She knew her uncle was addicted to power. But not overly so. ...he knew the axion, "Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Which was why he stayed in the club and never upscaled.....and why she was content to stay his niece and not be his daughter.[/i][/COLOR]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=olive][i]A little arching of the back, a little holding of the breath, a little tap as the foot kicked off from the ground, a little rushing sound as the second spring in the back kicked off propelling Gen forward, a little clang of clashing metals, then silence. Gen was a few feet behind Terran, crouching low as he started, except he was in a landing position, no longer in Totsu stance. Terran's body was stretched foward, her left hand out holding the fan as if to strike something, her right hand drawn back as back up, the exact position she was in when Gen pounced her. For a moment, the two figures were silent with no movement, then slowly, Terran collapsed, the metallic fans clinking lightly as it hit the ground. A faint red line crossed Gen's left cheek, and blood began seeping out.

"I win..." murmured Gen, his manic glint settling back under the foggy, glassy eyes.

He straightened up, and turned, looking at the figure fallen on the ground, one fan broken, the other a few feet away from the body. A mild amount of blood oozed out from under the figure near the shoulder, though she was not dead -- yet. He brought his sleeve up to his face to wipe the sweat, and for the first time, realized that he was bleeding. He was surprised for a moment, but shrugged slightly, sheathing away his blade back into his trench coat. He walked over to the water fountain and washed his cheek with the cold water.

"Now... my job...." he shivered slightly, then looked up at the night sky.

He remembered something. An appointment. The piece of paper handed to him at the restaurant had an order to go to the storehouse. He was to meet another there. Hoping it was not another battle but uneasy perhaps due to his vision, Gen stood up warily and left the park. leaving Terran, heading for another. [/size][/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She slowly inhaled, then exhaled again. Her entire body was warm, warmer than usual, perhaps it was the excitement. She knew he was coming. The hour was swiftly approaching. When he would finally appear and either speak calmly with her, or perhaps fight her.

If she had read the body language right, and she had, Terran was beaten by him. Otherwise she would not hear the nice scary sounds of footsteps headed in her general direction. Tap. ....tap. .....tap.... ... .. .........

The door opened and she did not look up. Her eyes were resting calmly on the bloodsword stretched out before her. She was barefoot, bare chested, and her hair was pulled neatly back into a fine toothed comb. Instead of gazing upon the intruder, who was Gen, she merely breathed once more. He was still far away, and he was breathing slightly harder than usual. The scent of blood was still fresh on him, and this didn't make her look up..... ...it was only when he raised his voice that she bothered to lift her eyes.[/i]

"I'm here."

"......obviously. ....I hope you didn't kill my right hand girl."

"She's fine."

"And you?"

"I'm fine."

[i]Her laughter was soft and gentle.[/i][/COLOR]