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| Sakuya Izayoi | Jul 25 2015, 04:05 PM Post #1 |
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Sakuya had a chrisis, she had someone inside her mind more than her mistress, it was someone she had fought with more than anyone since she had gotten here, it was a male ninja named Aiko Uchiha. "Why must his image be in my head?! It's more than my mistress." She had then had an idea, she had then walked outside and went towards the place she had worked, She had thought that if she had then worked extra maybe she could have work overwrite those thoughts "Yeah...Maybe I just need some fresh air." She had said as she walked out of her home and towards the cafe she had worked at These thoughts had all started after their 2nd fight, she had more thoughts about him for some reason, and it was something about him that she liked, but she would never admit that. She even had a questionable dream about herself and him, No details shall be said about it either. By then she was walking down the side walk where she would head towards work and soon got there, the store that is, with no talking. She had then changed to the theme of the day, Bunny Ears. She had then taken a few orders and gave them but she seemed more distracted about something. So when she went to the back to recover their thoughts "Whats wrong Sakuya-chan?" The manager had asked "Oh nothing, Just I cant seem to get someone out of my head...he wont seem to be overwritten." She had explained to her manager as the manager then squealed "Oooh! Sakuya-chan is in love!" She had said "N-No! Him?! No! I would never." She had said with The manager then looking at Misaki "Misaki-chan! Come here?" She had said. With the maid comming here "It has seem Sakuya is in the same situation as you were a year ago." She had said smiling "Huh? Oh that." Misaki had said "Oh sakuya heres some advice...just be yourself, if he likes you just as much as he did to me then it should end up being fine." Misaki had said. She then had that thought in her head, but she didn't like him! She could never! After a hour she had been left off early and she then walked back home, passing by that certain someone just now. Though she didn't know that until he spoke to her. TWC: 400 |
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| Sakuya Izayoi | Jul 27 2015, 07:50 PM Post #21 |
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She had took a look on his face and saw that he wasn't interested "Well...It seems you aren't interested in love yet, so why don't we become allies first?" She had said her blush going away and a negotiatable smile appeared on her face, as she took a sip of her tea He may not like me now, But I guess I'll have to wait, he still kinda hates me. she had thought to herself as she kept on drinking her tea "What do you say?" She had asked wondering on what he would say, if he said no hopefully that would end her feelings, she was a straight forward female, if someone had said no, that would be final, and maybe after this her Ojou-sama would help her out on these feelings so she could be more prepared for it in the future. She had looked at the clock on her room and saw the cookies she had baked for herself were ready too, she had never tried her own snacks and for the first time she would actually get to eat at the least "If you would like, I had made cookies for myself, would you like some with your tea?" She had asked him. Wondering his answer the second before he answered. WC: 215 TWC: 2534 |
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| Izuru Kamukura | Jul 27 2015, 09:42 PM Post #22 |
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Ware wa messiah nari! Hahahaha!
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As Sakuya and Aiko's little conversation carried on, they'd suddenly be able to feel a sudden and total shift in atmosphere. From outside, the usually constantly busy streets, full of noise, would suddenly fall completely silent almost all at once. All that would remain would be a static-y kind of sound, before all of the TVs and radios in the local area would suddenly change to something that could be described as different from their usual programming. As the static cleared, giving way to a rather unnatural looking boy with ludicrously long hair, long enough to go off of the screen, coupled with how otherworldly pale he was. To top it all off, the boy had almost glowing red eyes, with target symbols in them, as though he were targeting anyone who could be watching. The funny thing is, Aiko might have been able to recognize him... After a moment of delay, the atmosphere naturally charged with tension along with the extreme silence, the boy finally began to speak. "Greetings. My name is Cyn. Cyn Ambrosius." While the audience wouldn't notice, Izuru was lying really hard right now. Announcing his actual name in a broadcast sent to the entire city, and would probably be seen all over the place soon, could quite probably be the most idiotic decision he could make ever. "Now, then, citizens of... Whatever city this is, I feel as though I should bring to your attention a factor of small importance: Namely, I've taken over your entire power grid, as of roughly now." Another lie. Izuru had claimed possession of it a while ago, but hijacking broadcast signals had taken quite a bit of time. More time than Izuru would have liked to admit, actually. "And, for the sake of clarity, no. I'm not just going to cut off your electricity or something. After all, that'd be a very poor threat. No, actually, I've got this entire thing rigged to explode." Izuru would pause for a moment, letting his words sink in to the citizens of the city, before he continued: "I must admit, I'm not sure exactly how much of an explosion this would generate. I know for a fact it would level this city, although if any surrounding cities would be cost in the blast is what I remain unclear on." A barely noticeable smirk would begin to appear on Izuru's face. Evidently, he had a real boner for this 'threatening' business. "Now, then, after a one minute grace period, no one will leave town, lest I blow the entire thing to hell then and there." Strict? Nah. That said, if his hostages escaped, he wouldn't have anything to hold over everyone's head, and that's not how hostage situations work, goddammit. "Now, then, I suppose you're all wondering what you'd have to give me in order to escape your imminent doom." Murmurs would come up from the crowds of people watching, and then die down as Izuru continued. "What I want to spare your lives is, naturally, a low fee of one hundred million dollars, or whatever the yen equivalent is. I also expect safe passage out of the city. Don't trick yourselves into thinking that I can only kill you all from here. If any harm comes to my person, I'll murderize you then and there." He claimed, the rather absurd number causing quite a bit of distraught in people's minds. "If the city can't afford it, then, well, I guess you're all going to have to pull your funding. I think you'd agree one hundred million is worth all of the lives gathered here, no?" The boy on the screens, Izuru, would let out a little laugh. "You have an hour before I blow you all to hell. I eagerly await to hear your responses. Have a good day." And just like that, the transmission would cut off. The audience on the ground below would be very quiet, obviously rather stunned by the boy's claims, before they'd remember about the one minute grace period, and, like a stampede, would begin rushing towards the exits of the town, while some people were keeping extra sure they were still underneath a minute. It was chaos, with people pushing others aside, in front of cars, and trampling each other. Cars crashed all over the place, and a good chunk of fires broke out a result of the cars. It was madness, and it didn't look like anyone was going to front all of the cash the boy asked for... Izuru let out a laugh and reclined in his incredibly comfortable rolly-chair. He kicked off of the wall a bit, the chair skidding a bit through the blood of the guy that had previously been in this room, before Izuru took him out. Izuru had taken out most of the people in the building, and locked a bunch of others in closets and such. Those few probably weren't aware of what their situation was, but that didn't really matter. If they got out, Izuru would just take them out before they could become an issue. That was generally his way of doing things, being a bit more Genre-Savvy than people would take him for. This little stunt was, naturally, a lot bigger than what he had done in the past, cutting people's purses off or pickpocketing or shoplifting. It was to be expected; Izuru couldn't amuse himself with meager things for a very long time. It was past time he did something big, something exciting, something... Interesting. It was to that end he decided to threaten to blow up an entire city. Would he do it? Certainly. The bit about needing an escape route was a mere bluff; he already had one secured, that led underground. Far enough underground, anyway, that he'd be able to escape any major injury once the explosion occured, along with a way to detonate the place from down there. Izuru had the entire thing planned out, and, if this worked like he planned, he'd be pretty rich soon. That said, Izuru had also set up traps around the place. He did have all of the electricity in this town at his fingertips now, so he'd be absolutely idiotic. If someone wanted to reach him and disarm his little trap, they'd have to conquer this entire place first, and Izuru had his own fair share of doubts that they'd be able to. Some of the stuff he'd set up, after all, would be absolutely absurd to get through. I just hope that the field I set up to disable most otherworldly stuff, such as stopping time, works properly. After all, some guy running in here with teleportation would be quite the problem. Word Count: 1167 |
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| Aiko Uchiha | Jul 27 2015, 10:05 PM Post #23 |
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"Thanks, but no thanks. Just because you have feelings for me, does not mean that I have to feel the same about you. I don't feel anything for you, no offense. Your not my friend, nor my enemy. You and I just... coexist. An alliance would not be wise. We are two opposites that will not attract. Now if you excuse me, I have to-" Aiko was interrupted by the sudden message on the TV. The shinobi saw a very familiar face on the television, and knew it could only be on person. He gritted his teeth when he heard the black haired boy lie about his identity. "Izuru Kamukura.." He muttered softly. He began to listen to the boys' threats, saying that he had taking over the entirety of the power grid. At first, the Uchiha thought this was nothing more than an empty threat. The boy was a swordsman, not a technological genius. However, when Aiko kept listening he had his doubts. Blow up the power grid?! He'll kill us all! There's no way he'll have time to get out of the blast range. He's gone mad. Aiko thought. The message on TV ended and had returned back to its regularly scheduled programming. The shinobi could already here the screams outside. He walked towards the window and opened it. It was absolute chaos. Everyone was running for their lives. Hopping over cars, tripping over their own feet. Everyone was trying to get out the city as fast as possible. Aiko took on a serious facial expression. One thing's for sure, he's not getting his one hundred million dollars, let alone the safe passage out of the city... Looks like I'm going to have to do something. There's no guarantee that I can pull this off in an hour though. Aiko Uchiha looked at the maid, remembering her time stopping abilities. "The tea and biscuits can wait. Come on," he walked toward the door and turned the handle. Opening it wide open, he faced the doorway. "We're going to go save the city." He said. With that, Aiko walked towards the emergency staircase, not wanting to take the elevator. As he headed down the stairs, with Sakuya hopefully not too far behind, he began to wonder what should happen if he had to fight the swordsman. I've beat him before. I can surely do it again." He said to himself, increasing his pace. WC: 403 TWC: 2,624 |
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| Sakuya Izayoi | Jul 27 2015, 10:25 PM Post #24 |
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Sakuya had listened to him, it was just as she suspected he did not feel the same way, she was saddensd butthen that was interuppted by a broadcast it was a boy who was making threats, First was a power grid, she was no tech genius but she knows thats bad, "Hm...what...." She had then mumbled as she heard that he would blow up the city "Such a threat...And 100 Mil Yen does not sound like much, he should have gone to Europe." She had said, as she then tried to stop time "No way...my powers aren't working..." She had said "Aiko are your powers working?" She had asked him curiously. "it also seems that you know him, Tell me, how much do you know we can use that to our advantage." She had said "I know that you do not want to be allies but we have to at the least save the citizens, and I have a feeling a certain witch fled to Gensokyo already." She had said to Aiko giving him some info about The Black and white Witch, Marisa Kirisame. She had wondered what type of opponent this was, but she had a feeling that she would need to defeat him to get her powers back. "Gah..." She had heard screaming from people wanting to exit and had sighed. "save the city, I like the sound of that so how much do you know about our opponent?" She had asked him once again needing to know just to have an advantage over it. A Mile down, a certain cafe was on its lock down mode, under the cafe had been a secret escape route built in WWII. The customers and the maids had escaped the place and had called Sakuya to see if she was okay. Her phone had rang "Yes?" She had asked when opening it "Yes I am almost out don't worry." She had lied to her colleagues to make sure that they were not worried. She had then awaited for him to give information or not and had then flew out of the building towards his direction, the enemy that was. There was no time for petty feelings it was serious, if he had attacked her master then she would be angry, and a angry sakuya is not a good sakuya "I cannot use my powers." She had said to Aiko was they were heading towards the opponent telling him her unfair advantage would be gone. WC: 410 TWC: 2,944 |
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| IanAndKatsu | Jul 27 2015, 11:34 PM Post #25 |
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Ian had been tracking this elusive little bastard for a week now, and it was getting on his nerves. He was usually good at making things look like gang violence, accidents, and natural deaths, and all in quick time. This had to be getting up there in his list of longest hits. It shouldn't've even taken this long. He was hunting down an operator at an electrical facility, talk about easy pickings, but all of his info had been bad, didn't even have the right home address. He finally had it one morning, he was going to break into the facility and make paper work for whoever this poor bastard's boss was. He wasn't going to wait any longer. Ian did a quick google search of the work address, which was the only confirmed information of this man and started for the facility. After about a 15 minute walk, all of the TVs and passing radios switched from different stations to the same where a clear cut young boy's voice took over all stations. There was a very long spiel, where all Ian kept in him memory was the name, and the threat. ""Power grid, huh? Well, my job's easier." A sick smile slicked across the hitman's face. He picked up the pace and did a light jog towards the power station, his backpack slapping against him as he ran. As he got to the station he quickly surveyed around for an entrance. There seemed to be a door blown open. Easy pickin's, as boss always said. Ian pulled his bag off his shoulder and let it drop to the ground. He reached inside and grabbed his gear. He pulled on his leather gloves, tightened his holster, and imprinted the man's face into his memory. "It's time, Mr. Iwazaki." The deranged young man muttered to himself. He stood up from the side walk and headed towards the open door. He quickly surveyed the room and saw nothing, but blood, everywhere. His eyebrow raised at the sight. Ian pulled his .45 from his holster and flicked on the flashlight. He pushed inside, but not before shutting the door behind him. He slowly walked into the gore, firearm at the ready. As he turned a corner he saw the bodies. He sighed a pain sigh, walking up to the closest one, and using his foot, turned over the corpse, looking at the dead man's face. "Not him, good." Ian walked up to the next one and repeated the process until there were no more bodies to check. None were of the man he was sent to hunt. As he got closer and closer to the center room his hope was starting to fade until he heard a whimpering sound as he passed a closed door. He crept closer to the door and put his ear against it, confirming the whimpering was coming from the other side of the door. Ian knocked once, gently enough that the sound would carry through the door, but not the facility. "Hello? Is someone still alive?" Ian asked in his most concerned voice he could muster. At first, he heard a gasp, and then silence. Ian smiled. He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open to reveal Mr. Iwazaki cowering, covered in blood. Ian stands over the beaten and bloodied figure of the man he was sent to kill a week ago. "Mr. Iwazaki, you've really screwed up my averages, and that upsets me, however, I apologize for all the horrible things you have seen today, and you have my sympathy, truly. Now, for a game of chance," Ian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a d20 grey die that looks half soaked in red. He holds the die between two fingers and drops it to the floor. 17. Ian makes a tsk sound with his tongue. "Now, this is a messy business, sir, but you have a contract for your head, and I want that credit. I do not know who wanted you dead, but I know it will be me that will be the bringer of death." Ian pulls pack the hammer of his firearm and aims it at Iwazaki's head. "Goodbye." Ian pulls the trigger and watches as the man's head explodes, the mess of gore against the dirty walls of the broom closet. Ian bends down and grabs his die before backing out of the room and shuting the door. Now, about that boy. Ian goes further into the facility and comes to a door with a label: Control Room. Cliche. Ian grabs the handle and pushes the door open. He comes enters into a control room and spot a boy with long black hair. Ian lowers his gun and shuts the door behind him. "Cyn was it? Care to explain yourself?" (Word Count: 838) Edited by IanAndKatsu, Jul 28 2015, 09:06 AM.
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| Aiko Uchiha | Jul 28 2015, 07:28 AM Post #26 |
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Aiko heard Sakuya's question and answered it before he left for Izuru. "I wouldn't call my ninjutsu powers, but yes, they are." He ran as fast as he could maneuvering through people, who were currently in a frenzy. One crossed his path, but he jump, performing a front flip before landing onto the floor once again. He then heard the question about the boy from the television. "Indeed, I do know him. His real name is Izuru Kamakura. He must've lied when he was threatening everyone for the sake of keeping his true identity a secret. Anyhow, Izuru is a swordsman. To be honest, I thought the threat was a bluff at first, considering the last time we fought, he didn't show any skill with technology at all. He didn't have any high tech weaponry or anything like that. Perhaps since we were in the woods, and he uses his sword, that side of him couldn't be shown." He said before heading down the stairs. Aiko opened the door, pushing it open wide above so that other people could get through without having to push it themselves. That's when he heard that her powers weren't working. The hell? How could something like stopping time be restricted like this? Interesting, you've impressed me Kamakura. However, it won't stop us. He thought, disappointed. "No matter, your still good with a knife. Perhaps it will come in handy while we're there." Aiko replied. He was letting Sakuya lead the way, since he didn't know much about the locations in the city. If Sakuya went too far ahead, then Aiko would just go in the opposite direction that the people were running. He would no doubt eventually reach its location. All of this for money? There's no way it can all be about something like that. If it was, why didn't you ask for a larger amount? What are you planning Izuru... He wondered. It bothered him, not knowing what the black haired swordsman was up to. He hated when things were kept from him. The shinobi liked to know everything about his opponent. He never liked to feel rushed either, he believed that working in these situations leads to more mistakes, since all of your attention is focused on what could happen if you don't succeed. The Uchiha reminded himself to keep a cool head. After all, the job was seemed pretty simple. Stop Izuru, save the city. The question was, is it really that easy? WC: 413 TWC: 3,037 |
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| Izuru Kamukura | Jul 28 2015, 01:10 PM Post #27 |
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Ware wa messiah nari! Hahahaha!
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From around Aiko and Sakuya, people would gradually stop rushing towards the exit of the town. Evidently, some of the only people with some sense, along with the police, began blocking off the exits once time was almost up. Fortunately, they managed to stop anyone from fleeing the town and probably resulting in their complete demise. It boded fairly well for Aiko and Sakuya's attempts to save everybody. After all, they'd have a hard time if both they and everyone else was turned into dust. On the other hand, however, all of their chaos had been turned inward towards the town, where people began amok, trashing buildings and robbing places, and all of the like. After all, they were all going to die soon, anyway. What was the point of sitting quietly? The police and those brave enough began trying to calm the masses, although only a few of them would find success. In light of their imminent doom, they quite frankly just stopped giving a damn, as most people in their situation would. People were all fairly eager to kick things off of their bucket list. After all, they only had an hour. Izuru had been reclining with ease in his chair, when, suddenly, he'd spotted something on the cameras of the building. He leaned forward, and noticed that some guy was trying to enter the building, armed with some guns. For now, Izuru didn't really have too many reservations about this guy poking around. Sure, if he got too close, Izuru'd have to shut him down then and there, but he didn't look like he was going to be spend too much time. All of the dead bodies floating around would chase off most people who weren't accustomed to them. Speaking of which, actually, it seemed the guy was finally getting around to the point where he'd see the mess Izuru had made taking care of everyone who had tried to stop him from rigging the place. Any normal person would have ran away like a little bitch and probably thrown up at the sight of it, but this guy seemed to be rather... All right with it. In fact, he surveyed the area carefully, checking bodies as though he were looking for someone in specific. How curious. Izuru elected to disable the traps he had set up for the time being, and watched him for a little bit. Not like he had anything else to do, after all. My god, why did I make the time limit an hour? I'm going to be here forever at this rate. This is so booooooring... The guy had looked through a bunch of the bodies, and then had stopped with a rather relieved expression. Perhaps one of his friends worked here? Izuru didn't really care, but watching this guy run around was better than nothing. After he heard some banging from a closet, he stepped in, and delivered some lines about having been trying to hunt the guy down. He shot him in cold blood, and killed him on the spot. How intriguing. It seemed the guy was a hitman, and was generally quite proficient at his trade. Skills like that, Izuru could find rather useful. He had been prepared to use an intercom to call the guy over to him, but it looked like he was already on the way over. Less work for him, Izuru supposed. The guy stepped in, and closed the door behind him. Ooh, that's rather ominous. He turned to Izuru, whom he addressed as 'Cyn' and asked him to explain himself. Izuru let out a little bit of a snort. "You walk in, maneuver through a complete bloodbath like it's nothing, kill a guy for messing up your averages, and then walk into here even though I explicitly stated I'd blow the place to hell if anyone tried to lay on a hand on me, effectively endangering both yourself and everyone else in this soon-to-be vacant lot, and I'm the one who needs to explain myself. Pfft. Sounds legit." Izuru sat up in the chair, putting his knees down where he'd be sitting, and faced Ian over the back of the chair, before he promptly began spinning around. "If you must know what I'm up to, I'm redirecting the electricity this place gets and generates, on top of trying to get a bit of extra cash. Is that so much of a problem?" Izuru asked, as though he were already tired of Ian. "You just killed a guy to get paid. If things go well, I won't even have to kill anyone for my income." He stated, as he suddenly skidded through the blood of the guy who had previously been occupying the room. "...Any more people, anyway." He appended, before he finally stopped spinning and turned his full attention to Ian. "Now, then, even I am forced to admit that you appear quite skilled at your trade." Izuru stated, although his tone of voice would betray he didn't really give a damn. "How about we team up and split the profits? I don't even need a hundred million, anyway. Just pocket change." Izuru commented, before he'd lean forward, the chair leaning backwards to accommodate his sudden change in posture. "I highly doubt there's going to be no one who tries to intervene with my little plan. And, besides, if you were to help me, it'd not only help ensure your payment, but I'd also be less likely to blow the place to hell and take you out as well, since they'd have to get through you, too. What do you say? Have we a deal?" Izuru asked, a small smirk on his face. To be honest, the guy didn't have too many options. He could leave and be stuck in town with the rest of the crowd, with the threat of being blown to hell looming over his head, or he could help Izuru, get a good amount of payment, and help ensure he didn't die. Whether or not he'd be smart, in Izuru's opinion, remained up to him, however. Word Count: 1064 Total Word Count: 2231 |
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| Sakuya Izayoi | Jul 28 2015, 04:20 PM Post #28 |
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Sakuya had arrived at the scene there were many traps in the area she could sense a trap if there would be one, the scarlet devil mansion has many enemies y'know. She had thought on how to approach this "Aiko, there are traps here and dozens of them. we have to be careful or we might end up being killed by these traps see." She had thrown a single knife and it bounced right into a lethal trap. She had wondered how to get through this since she can't stop time that means she can't just rush through since nothing will work. She had looked around for some safe routes and other things but couldn't find any "Aiko, do you know anything about this area?" She had said wondering if he did since well she didn't and if he had fought this man before than she could know a trick or two, but on awaiting his response there was a time triggered trap which she had then thrown a knife to when she had heard the alarm for it. "Phew that was sudden" She had said seeing the trap. The maid had also noticed the bodies in the area, it was like Gensokyo's forests, at a certain time, so she was used to it "Fools. They didn't know what they were doing." She had said to them sighing WC: 230 TWC: 3170 Edited by Sakuya Izayoi, Jul 29 2015, 07:20 AM.
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| IanAndKatsu | Jul 29 2015, 03:48 PM Post #29 |
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Ian looked around the room while the boy started to prattling off about 'who has more to explain, the hitman or the extortionist?', which from Ian's view, the answer was fairly obvious. The room was pretty brown and grey, rusted from age of continuous use. Interesting how people will work in the same space for years and never once try and repair such an important room. A control center after all. After glancing around the room, at all the monitors for the security system, and a few important buttons and switches and levers and bolded commands for the power supply center, Ian stopped his observations and turned back towards the boy, who started saying something of a plan. And how Ian could help. Ian listened the proposed plan of a mad man, and smiled in response. "I protect a kid I just met from people whose lives you threatened, and i get 50 percent of the pay out?" Ian couldn't help himself, he giggled. "Done and done." Ian said his catch phrase he's said to many a client. Ian quickly studied the boy. The kid had very pale skin, but long onyx black hair that went far beyond anything Ian had seen on a male before. Ian continued his gaze before taking in the kid's eyes. The sly smile of the murderer washed away in a rigid grimace. Red. Just like my own. Ian was perplexed. It wasn't his first time meeting someone else with red eyes, but usually red eyed people were natural born killers, in his experience, which made him question Cyn's loyalty and trustworthiness. How was Ian supposed to trust a red-eye when they were so keen on killing all who opposed him? Ian had a feeling that he was being played, but it would not continue for long. "So, let's assume you're intelligent, right? Ian started, smart enough to hire a hitman as a body guard. "You'd be smart enough to know not to broadcast your real name to a city of people who, as of now, want you dead. So, let's drop the act, shall we? Ian's grimace deepened, "I won't feed you any company bullshit, and I expect the same respect. Okay? My name is Ian, most call me ICK." A forced smile replaced the grimace, "Now, you killed all those people out there, and i wish to assume i won't experience a similar fate, how can i trust you? And before you counter with the same question, you're paying me money, and I'm a gunman for hire, who doesn't bite the hand that feeds." As ICK finished his sentence he glanced up at one of the monitors and saw two people walking inside of the facility. His eyes narrowed. These buffoons are who I am protecting this kid against? Easy. (Word Counter: 466) Edited by IanAndKatsu, Jul 29 2015, 08:21 PM.
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| Aiko Uchiha | Jul 29 2015, 04:20 PM Post #30 |
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Aiko Uchiha saw the facility up ahead. He grew a more serious facial expression. He let Sakuya enter first, just for the sake of manners. He followed her inside not too long after she began to speak of traps. The shinobi stepped inside, and before he knew it, the powerful stench of corpses invaded his nostrils. The shinobi took on a disgusted look, looking around. The room was littered with bodies. The ninja closed his nose with his fingers, pinching it with his index and thumb. Sakuya set off one trap intentionally with a knife. "Interesting, he's smarter than I thought. However, if he thinks this will stop me, he is mistaken." He said. When Sakuya asked if he was familiar with the area, he shook his head. "Im afraid not. We could just follow the traps. The closer we are, the more dangerous they'll get." The Uchiha replied. The amount of bodies did not face him, he had killed many other shinobi during missions back in his home village. What did bother him was the stench, and the fact that these were innocent people that were killed. This is my fault, I should've finished the job last time. I will not make the same mistake. This ends. Today. He thought, filled with regret and vengeance. Aiko was about to walk forward, when Sakuya called the deceased individuals, fools. He turned back sharply, expressing his emotions openly. This was a rare occurence, but Aiko refused to let it go. "Shut up! You know nothing! All they were trying to do was protect their home. They died with honor and dignity, doing what's right. They are not cowards lile you, who hide behind trinkets like that acursed watch of yours!" He stated in a furious tone. He walked off into the hallway at a particularly fast pace, wanting nothing to do with the knife marksman. He tried to calm down, counting to ten in his head. WC: 326 TWC:3,363 |
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