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 Post subject: Re: Technicolor Empress
PostPosted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 9:34 am 

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Ryu looked at the woman quickly then ignored them completely. He walked over to the fridge and took out a container of fried rice with bits of chicken and vegetables throw in. It wasn't Ramen noodles so the boss wouldn't care. He popped the lid off put it in the sink, didn't much care who's it was. You left something in the fridge it was free game for the next guy. He took up some chopsticks and started eating disregarding everyone else, until the mention of Sake. He grinned ruefully.

Ryu didn't know the other young woman mostly because he kept himself removed from the others. Even Cui he didn't really know. He barely knew their names. He knew they served Yutaka and that was all Ryu cared about. So he was as relaxed as he ever got indoors. Basically that mounted to not shooting everyone on sight. Otherwise he looked like he was ready to skin them all. Yet he just ignored them as he ate. He didn't socialize it wasn't his thing. He couldn't care less. He enjoyed the free food and the drinks would be even better.

Ryu had by this time finished eating and se the dish down in the sink along with his chopsticks and started to get out some cups for the sake. He'd set four of them on the table. He waited rather impatiently for the boss to start filling the cups so they could drink and proceed to the 'getting drunk' part.

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Hirashike was sitting cross-legged on his bed. A large notebook sat in his lap. A stick of charcoal in one hand. The image on the page was already beginning to take shape as his hand drew steadily. Black charcoal coated his fingers and stained his skin into a darker shade. He kept on tracing the lines. The image was Ryouko's face. Hirashike enjoyed drawing her most of all. He loved the way her hair fell, the way her eyes light up. He loves the way that her clothing hugs her perfect body. The lines of her face always made his heart skip a beat or two.

His cell rang.

He glanced at it and there on the display was the picture of Ryouko he kept. He smiled and picked it up. Had it been anyone else he'd have ignored it at this time of the morning. He was exhausted and had been considering sleep, but had wanted to sketch instead. Now that his sketch was almost done he'd considered taking a shower and going to bed. He clicked the line open and said softly, "hi beautiful," he smiled at the phone. Smiled at the sound of her voice and the way she must be lying. He could see her in his minds eye. Sometimes on late nights or early mornings like this when she couldn't sleep she would lay amongst the stuffed animals on her bed and call him. Her hand would hold the phone to her ear as she talked. He loved the way her fingers closed over the phone and how her face light up with every emotion as she talked. She was animated. He loved that about her.

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PostPosted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 8:42 am 
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"Hi, beautiful," Hirashike's voice could be heard from the other side of the phone. Ryouko would have blushed were she not as stressed as she was; Hira was a real gentleman and a boy any girl could just wish to be with. He was kind and generous, and she loved him, she loved him more than she loved anyone else. She loved the way he spoke to her, and any time she as little as sighted his smile, her heart fluttered and she felt butterflies circling in her stomach. Even now, she could feel them, a tingling sensation that send shivers down her spine. But right now, she could waste no time...

"Hirashike... I have a big problem... You remember how I called Suketsune yesterday night and someone strange answered, then it shut off? Now he texted me the address of some warehouse in Anzai district, and he's not picking up the phone otherwise. I'm afraid..." she admitted, pacing across her bedroom, and into the extra room she kept for a wardrobe, to dig a pair of grey stockings, lined with lace at the top, a schoolgirl's folded skirt, and a soft woolen jumper with a wide neck, out, gently placing them all onto her bed. She kept her head tilted, the thin phone between her ear and her shoulder, as she continued speaking. "I'm afraid someone kidnapped him or something bad happened to him. You know how it is with the gangs of the sort... Or that they want to kidnap me. Someone could have just stolen his phone, but if that's not the case, and Suketsune isn't okay, then... I can't just leave it, can I? I need you to come with me... And call someone - if you can. There's... There's this girl Suketsune once met that he told me to call if something happens... So I'll phone her, Shiganori is the name I think... Sweetie, I need you to come... I can't go there alone... I know it's really early in the morning, but I'm afraid alone..."

She stood before the large window, opening up into a beautiful view onto her terrace, the white tiles on the floor covered by the fallen petals of sakura trees that grew nearby, lining the path towards the apartment building. The sun was only rising now...

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"Thanks, kid." Yutaka's thin lips curved into a smile, and he took the bottle into his hands, opening it seemingly without even a hint of issue, and filling two cups of the four Ryu has prepared. He grabbed one; it was quite a large glass, definitely not intended for drinking sake - but after all, no one cared much for the sort of glass used when he simply wanted to get drunk. They weren't snobs from Ishimaru, they were just what they were, ruthless punks of the city's darkest, shadiest parts. No one considered the type of glass from which you drank important - the fact that you drank from a glass was testament enough that you're on a position high enough to afford a bit of snobbery. The usual custom was just to drink from the bottle.

He pushed the other glass towards Ryu, leaning onto the table once more. "F**k toasts. Let's get drunk." he proclaimed, downing all that was in it afterwards.

Though the glass and the room changed, sake tasted the same. It tasted the same as when he was young, as when he was still at least somewhat honorable, not a black-hearted runaway from the law. It tasted the same as ten years ago, as it tasted in the halls of Lord Niijima, as it tasted from the glass in the cupped hands of the Niijima lady, the same as it tasted from the broken bottle, dripping above the dead bodies of both of them, the same as it tasted above his tombstone, raised above an empty grave.
Some things never change.

How little emotion he held for these people around him was something that hasn't changed since he was young, either. They all owed him something... They all owed him the fact that they were living the way they were, the fact that they weren't on the streets anymore; in a way, all of them belonged to him. But they, too, no matter how much he's done for them, were expendable tools, steps on a ladder that he was climbing, steps drenched with the blood on his hands and soaked with the blackness in his heart.
That was how it always was.
No one cared for anyone - that was the Scarlet Note.

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 Post subject: Re: Technicolor Empress
PostPosted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:00 pm 

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Cui eyed the Sake longingly; it was certainly not the high class wine that she was used to at her own home, and this looked far lower class than anything she had drunk before. Instead of Sake however, she would partake of the wine that the gang had stored elsewhere in the hideout, it tended to be of a greater quality than the sake. Looking at the gaunt, Yenay, girl sat at the table, she said to her. “Wine, and do make it quick.” Her tone was snobby and commanding, it was unintentional, but she had grown around the use of such a tone during her childhood while staying at her parent’s home, though never to her own family that was, only to servants. Plus the girl just seemed rather capable at fetching items for others, had she not been so uncouth, then perhaps she was someone that her parents may have hired as some kind of servant or maid, though her instability made such a thing unlikely. It mattered little to Cui however, she wasn’t all too bothered whether the girl was any good at fetching things at all, just as long as she got her wine, and swiftly. If the girl was any good at fetching, then there shouldn’t be any problem between Cui and her arise.

Walking quickly over to the beaten white fridge, Cui opened the worn and slightly dented door and peered inside. There were bits of half eaten and somewhat mouldy food scattered about, some on grubby plates, some just left there by uncaring gang members. An utterly disgusted look appeared upon Cui’s face almost instantly, she could never get used to just how…animal-like these people were at times, even if they were all capable killers or even thieves. However, her disgusted look soon altered slightly when she discovered that her own lunch, or rather breakfast, was still intact and hadn’t been rifled through by some drunken animal-like gang member. The food itself was a combination of golden-coloured fried rice, noodles, and bits of cooked meat and a smattering of vegetables. Such food was contained in a clear plastic container. Picking the container up and taking it from the beaten fridge, Cui shut the fridge door behind her, before retrieving her own set of chopsticks. It went without saying that she was certainly not going to eat using the regular utensils just owned by the gang and used by everyone that wished to eat something; it simply wasn’t going to be done.

Opening the container and placing the plastic lid on the counter next to her, Cui began to eat her breakfast using her own utensils. It had been prepared the morning before, when Cui was at her parent’s home. Prepared by a servant however, never Cui’s own hands however. After eating another mouthful, she set the container, with the food inside still unfinished, on the counter and took out her own crystal-clear glass, setting it upon the counter before returning to her food.

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Zhiao had a rather large smile upon his face now; dealings such as the one he had just orchestrated always brought a great feeling of joy to him, even if the weapons they traded were not illegal in the least aside from some requiring a licence. Just knowing that such a deal could happen, and had happened, was simply brilliant. It proved to him that his plans were entirely reachable, and that the government seemed to just not give a damn about items being smuggled between provinces and lordships. However, now he had a task similar to the one he had just participated in to accomplish. He was to drive to a large weapons shop, owned by someone that he knew was certainly reliable, and their weapons were seemingly forever in better shape than anything else on the market.

Passing by the park that he driven over a road-crossing pedestrian, and then dumped the body upon a bench, Zhiao glanced in the general direction of the bench and gave a short laugh. Murder was never beneath him, especially if it was as untraceable as this murder was. It garnered him ever more money, and took one more potential witness off of the streets, for good.

After driving for another few minutes, Zhiao eventually reached the more built up areas of the ‘true’ part of the city. The blaring sounds, and blindingly bright lights that marked any area as a city were ever present, and could always been experienced miles before actually reaching the city. His current task would take him to one of the most heavily built up of the city’s areas, perhaps the most fitting place for a weapons shop in his mind. The constant reminder of the industry and work required to actually devise such potent and destructive weapons, was perhaps humbling to some. But not Zhiao. His destination was close now, and that is all that he actually cared about. Not some shiny lighting on a building that flashed ever once in a while.

Zhiao reached the destination within the next few minutes, speeding along through the still nearly empty roads made travel far faster than driving in the normal manner. He got out of his car, shutting the door behind himself and locking the car. It would be wiser to enter the building and actually confirm whether the place still held up to his lofty expectations.

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Yenay sat quietly upon her chair by the table, still drinking from her canned and carbonated orange drink. She was almost fearful to say anything, lest it end up going sour. It was at that moment when she heard that Cui, woman saying something to her in a horrible tone. ‘Wine, and do make it quick’ Yenay knew where the wine was, but she wasn’t going to go off and just grab a bottle because she was ordered to do so. “C-can I go get her a bottle of wine?” She asked the Boss, Yutaka, the only one, whose word she actually took into account when doing anything really.

While she waited, she watched the same commanding and horrible woman walk to the battered-looking white friedge at the other end of the room and taking out some kind of clear container. Likely containing food. It reminded Yenay that she hadn’t actually eaten anything for quite some time, and she wasn’t picky whatsoever when it came to food. Perhaps later on, when the boss and the others had gone, she may leave the hideout and visit one of the fairly nearby takeout shops.

Standing up from her seat, Yenay awaited the word of Yutaka before she went.

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 Post subject: Re: Technicolor Empress
PostPosted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 4:40 pm 

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Eorzia was in peril...

Gaius van Baelsar, master swordsman of the Garlean Empire has awakened the power of the fearsome Ultima weapon, an ancient force of destruction that features in the master plan of the evil Ascian overlord Lahabrea. Ever since the last great catastrophe that nearly destroyed the world, this dark scheme has been in the making, and now, it is up to the young miqo'te seeker of the moon, Motoko, and the Free Company under her control known only as Shin-Ra no deshi, or rather Shin-Ra's Disciples. Motoko stood, impatiently waiting as the last member of Shin-Ra no deshi was...uncharacteristically late to his duties. The small, cat-eared summoner looked as majestic as ever, her Gauda-Egi floating listlessly next to her as the elegant, ornate summoner robes that she had fought so hard to obtain billowed slightly in the soft breeze of the Praetorium.

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"Where the hell is that bastard!?" Sayuri whined in frustration as her guildmades stood in silence at her outburst. Huffing a bit, Sayuri quickly took off her headset and typed in an "AFK" message as she bolted from her plush gaming chair with a frustrated pout on her face. Glancing around her desk quickly she realized that she had left her phone on the other side of the room by her bed. Great...now I have to make them wait even LONGER! Sayuri thought to herself in frustration. "I told him...I warned him..'we're going to do an early morning raid, so be up!' yet he's probably sound asleep!...at least he's worth his weight in gil as an archer." Sayuri said to herself.

For most people, simply getting a phone on the other side of the room was a non-issue, however, for Sayuri, that "other side" was quite far away. Being a princess of the empire, Sayuri's accommodation where nothing short of lavish. Shining marble floors, solid gold adornments at every corner, gigantic windows draped with curtains of fabric that cost more per-yard then the tri-yearly earnings of most imperial citizens....and more importantly, scale. Sayuri's room was simply huge, and now that butthole Suketsune was making her highness traverse the whole place....all because he decided to take a nap while Eoriza's fate hangs in the balance. Of course, it was partly her own fault. In her eager rush to go game, she had forgotten all about keeping her phone near her, and despite her apparent frustration with her sister's entertainer, she did legitimately like Suketsune as a friend.

Indeed, ever since the young man had entered into the royal court the two of them had immediately hit it off. They shared many common interests, and Sayuri liked having somebody around that "spoke her language" More importantly, he knew what it's like...to be isolated from everyone. He was, and still is, the only person other then the empress herself who able to truely understand her. However, right now was not the time for fond memories! Eorzia needed Shin-Ra no deshi! It needed Suketsune and his marksman skills!...and like hell Sayuri was going to let him forget that!

He BETTER have a good explanation...not even the Kami will save him if he fell asleep! Sayuri thought to herself as she hastily flipped through her contacts and selected his number. However, to her surprise, there was no ringing; not a single dialtone. Something was wrong....I mean, it was one thing to just let his phone go to voicemail but to just turn it off totally? All of the sudden, Sayuri's mind filled with every possible scenario of what could possibly be going on. Many of which happened to be terrible, though, at least to Sayuri, not all that logical. She took a deep sigh and pulled herself together. He probably just didn't want anybody disturbing his nap... she thought to herself. However, despite all her rationalization she could not help but feel something was wrong, here. It nagged at her, filling her mind with stress. All the frustration at Suketsune's tardiness had now been replaced with concern for him...and all kinds of questions. Sayuri nervously flipped through her contacts once more, this time going to Ryouko's number. Ryouko...she hardly had anything in common with that girl. Sure, they both loved cute things, and both liked to die their hair and dress pretty but other then that she only knew her by virtue of her relation to Suketsune. To Sayuri, Ryouko was a bit too obsessed with her appearance, and her music was too...well...pop. She had a good heart, though...maybe a bit too good for Sayuri's tastes, but none the less, she was at least reliable, and right now that's what mattered to the Princess.

She selected her number and immediately was revealed to hear the sweet sound of a ringing. Soon she would hear Ryouko's friendly voice telling her that Suketsune was sound asleep, safe in his home...Or at least that's what Sayuri wanted. Little did she knew that the news she was about to receive would be anything but comforting...


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PostPosted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 1:11 pm 

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When Hirashike heard Ryouko say his name his heart quickened in his chest, but that feeling didn't last. The warmth and love he felt whenever she said his name or he heard her voice vanished in a flood of worry and concern as he listened to her words. He wished suddenly that he was there with her rather then here. Wished he could pull her into his arms and simply hold her.

"Ryouko, love, shhh it's ok. Everything will be ok," he said in a stead voice. His words holding a calm he certainly didn't feel. The drawing forgotten on his bed with the charcoal sticks lying on the bed he was already walking the length of his apartment he grabbed his car keys and locked his door even as he spoke. "I'm coming. I'll be there in 3 minutes. I'm not leaving you alone babygirl."

He took the stairs from his top floor penthouse apartment to the lower garage. He was breathing heavily as he reached the bottom haven run down the stairs at full speed. He was panting for breath as he beeped his car slid into the drivers seat and revved the engine to life. The car was standard and the squeel of tires was all that marked his quick departure as the black car flew down the road. The pavement streaking in blinding swirls in his wake. It didn't even take him 3 minutes to reach her place. He was that worried about his girlfriend. He didn't even stop at red lights he just went faster through them. He never stopped or slowed until he reached her building. He threw the car in park got out and raced to her embracing her tightly in his arms the moment he saw her.

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Ryu laughed and took the glass "f**king right," he declared and downed the glass in one shot. He laughed and enjoyed the taste. He wasn't one for talking or toasts anyways. He'd have rather taken his sake straight from the bottle. He'd be half way drunk already, but some people had issues with his rather savage behaviour. So when he drank with others around he tried to at 'least' use glasses. Until he was drunker then well one glass would get him.

He took up the bottle and poured himself another glass. He'd been given permission to get drunk and that was exactly what he intended. He didn't drink wine. So he didn't care if Cui drank it all and then some. He would drink Sake and anything stronger then that. But for now Sake was his chosen poison.

He thought back to the first time he'd ever tasted the stuff. When Yutaka had given him a bottle of it on his first 'successful mission' after he drank the whole bottle he'd been so drunk he'd forgotten the rest of the evening. It made him smile. He'd enjoy the feeling of being drunk. It was awesome and a bit of coffee in the morning took the edge off his hang over so it never really bothered him at all. He was going to get drunk and party tonight that was his plan. He laughed. A sound that was so rare for him to make it would probably be startling if everyone didn't know he got rowdy and loud when he drank and he got even more carefree and uncouth.

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Yes, it will be okay... It will be okay, everything will be okay... Yet, she couldn't feel safe and secure. Memories begun resurfacing, memories of unpleasant things she did not wish to have in her head as she put the phone down, slowly walking over to the bathroom and cleaning her face, applying an obnoxious amount of black mascara onto her long lashes, to gaze upon her reflection in the mirror. She disliked the face that stared back at her by the same amount that she loved it... It was a face so much alike to the photographs of her mother, which gazed deep, deep into her soul with the orbs of her grey eyes. And Ryouko was displeased by that. Yamahata Kaneko was a woman of great beauty, but also great vanity, as told to her by her uncle and aunt... And she died young, oh so young.
Ryouko wished that she would have stayed alive. That it would be someone else, and that she wouldn't be alone.
She could not bear losing one more person so dear to her. Even if she was just a child of two when that accident happened, she missed her mother, she missed the presence, a hollowed hole gaping within her chest, nothing ever enough to hold it together the way it should. She couldn't afford to lose Suketsune or Hirashike like that.

She was dedicated to that, to that one thing, to keep them close and hold them near. No, nothing would make her give them up. With those thoughts, she braided her hair, pushing it under a tight cap, to then slide a thick black wig, sporting a couple of cat ears on top. Its hair was long and coarse, reaching under her ribs, its long bangs shadowing her grey eyes. Like that, she hurried to get dressed. She was about to pull her skirt on, her soft grey jumper already hanging around her figure loosely, when she heard the sound of tires under the windows. And the moment the door, unlocked to let him in, clinked with the sound of a doorknob opening, she ran towards it, throwing herself into Hirashike's arms.

"Hirashike... You arrived so fast. I was really afraid... But now that you're there... It's all going to be okay, right? Maybe... Maybe it's just a prank, and someone took his phone..." she spoke, voice shaking, but she forced herself to keep her composure as she looked up into Hirashike's eyes, searching for a hope that would light the candle of her own faith somewhere in his face. He could always reassure her... Make her feel like everything was okay... There was no one she'd love more than him.

All of a sudden, her phone rang. She reached for it, for a moment breaking out of the embrace she was enclosed in, to stare at the display. Sayuri... What could she want?
She picked the call up, nearing the phone her ear.

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"Sure, get her some." Yutaka shrugged the matter off, refilling his glass. He cared little for what his subordinates did inside the hideout as long as they weren't wrecking it, or intruding into his room. He knew as much as that the girl wouldn't do anything, and that meant anything at all by the command of anyone but him. Such dogged, obsessive loyalty... Almost like the dogs of the Empress, which crawled in her shadows and followed her so ardently it made his guts turn.

"Hand the bottle over," he turned to Ryu, jaded yellow eyes gleaming in the scarce light, entering the kitchen through the curtains, "we're not some Ishimaru high society motherf**kers to drink from cups." he grinned, grabbing the throat of the bottle with the firm grip of his pale hand, and taking a swig straight from it.
For, keep words such as these close to your heart, intoxication was a strong weapon that knew no good from bad. It took everyone, rich and poor, rightful and unjust, twisted and honorable all the same, claiming them, claiming them all.
For now, however, Yutaka welcomed this intoxication, pouring into his brain and poisoning it, a warmth that had nothing to do with the way of the sun, traveling across the sky, for right now, he cared for naught.

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A plastic bag, old and dirty by the looks for sure, rolled across the small courtyard, propelled by the wind, twisting in the thin membrane of synthetic material. It was swept to the wall of the house next to it, and for a moment pushed tight against it, before it rolled out of the way, continuing its travel along the pavement.
'Arms & Ammo' read the sign above the metal door, by now still locked. Shiganori Weapons and Provisions, read the sign that lined the entrance by the right. Both the signs above and beside were worn by weather, once maybe painted a deep cobalt blue, but now boasting a dull grayish color, much like the facade of the building itself. The shop itself was located in its basement, an entrance made through a backstreet, known only to a limited few that liked to dig into filthy dens like these.
Yukio Shiganori disliked people, that was why she chose to live in such a secluded place.
After all, they were all just a bunch of unreliable bastards!

Cold water soothed her dry mouth, pushing a few painkillers down her throat with its tide, and she stared into the reflection of her head in the porcelain of the cup. A messy head of coarse, unkempt black hair, wrapped over with a white scarf; bags under her blue eyes, skin pale as it always was, not naturally, but faded by the time she spent in her basement, under the bright neons that aided her in constructing her beautiful creations.
She yawned, putting the cup back onto the counter, and stretching made her way out of the back premises of the shop and nearby rooms. Still groggy from staying up so late working on something from a customer, she grabbed her pipe, stuffed it, and keeping it between her teeth she lit it, stepping outside the shop. The metal door closed, but she cared little for that, standing before it in her usual old tank top and sweatpants, bare feet in poisonously green flip-flops resting upon the dirt on the ground.
Someone should sweep this place up, she thought as she gazed at the courtyard, a cloud of smoke leaving her body through the nostrils.
But definitely not me. she added then.

Only then did she sight the man, drawing near. Her sole remaining hand pulled the pipe out of her teeth, and she aimed an inspecting gaze onto him, scanning his figure with caution. Not a new customer... But a well-paying one. He ordered less ridiculous thing than those gangsters, of which one once purchased a 1.5 meters long flamethrower, practically only created to roast crowds alive, but anything that paid well enough to grant her food for a day and paid for heating, water, and electricity counted as a good job. For work as this, after all, one needed to pay well.
She attempted to raise her right hand to him as a greeting, only then remembering that today, she did not have the prosthetic attached, and instead of black ceramic, metal, and circuits there was nothing, just a piece of electronic, embedded into the stump of her arm. An annoyed sigh forced its way out of her at the muscles, uncomfortably shifting, and sending a wave of pain through her body, nearly strong enough to make her twitch.
"Mornin'." she greeted her visitor. "Long time no see. Got somethin' new, or wanna check out what I got inside?" she questioned him lazily, tilting her head to the side as she spoke, the pipe still in the fingers of her raised left hand.

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Yenay nodded to the boss and muttered the words. “Thank you.” Before scurrying off to the hallway outside the hideout’s kitchen. She knew exactly where most of the spare supplies were kept in the hideout, not that she would ever even consider taking them without asking the boss first. Hurrying over to the room where the wine was kept, she opened the worn wooden door and entered the room. Inside was surprisingly cold, even for the hideout, but perhaps that was just better for storing wine. Moving over to the bottles of wine, she looked through them for a minute or so before picking one up. It was one of the slightly older wines that the Scarlet Note had, and Yenay had always believed that older wines tasted somewhat better than younger ones. Walking over to the door, she exited the door and closed the door behind herself before walking back into the kitchen where the others were.

As soon as she set food in the kitchen, she set the bottle of wine on the counter next to Cui before walking over to the cupboards where the glasses where stored. However, like many things in the kitchen, they were far too high up for her to reach, and instead she resorted to climbing. Yenay climbed up the kitchen counter, and took a glass from the cupboard before climbing down, and setting the newly acquired object down next to the wine bottle. She was at least going to get one glass out of the bottle, hopefully.

However, when she had been standing there for a few moments and the taller woman hadn’t authorised her actually getting any of the wine she merely poured it herself. She wasn’t going to wait around for some haughty noble woman.

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Cui watched with passive interest as the Boss and the blood crazed man partook in the rest of the Sake. Surprisingly enough, they were actually using glasses like civilized people would do, despite the pair probably wishing that they could just drink it straight from the bottle, Cui knew that she would wish to do such a thing…if she actually drank the horrible stuff. It reminded her of her first few weeks in the Scarlet Note, when people seemed to always be drinking the stuff, in between bouts of violence and thievery that was. It certainly wasn’t a luxurious life, but it was an interesting one. Taking her mind away from the two, soon to be drunken, men, she returned to her breakfast of rice and assorted meats. She briefly considered shouting at the small woman that was supposed to be fetching the wine, that she didn’t need to ask in a place like this, but she soon suppressed such a thought. The boss seemed to have some kind of soft spot for the crazed person.

‘Hand the bottle over’ Cui heard the boss say to the blood crazed man, perhaps he had taken it? She didn’t know, food was far more important to her than some Sake. ‘We’re not some Ishimaru high society motherf**kers to drink from cups.’ She heard him follow with; ad a slight smile crossed her face between mouthfuls of food. At least she wouldn’t have to get the wine fetcher to clean the kitchen up from the potential fighting that stealing the Boss’ wine would ensue. There were two things in this world that Cui knew not to do, one was to always tie loose ends, and the other…was to never, ever **** off the boss…

When she saw the girl who was fetching the wine set the bottle down on the counter just beside her, Cui took the wooden cork from the bottle with practiced ease before pouring herself a drink in her own glass. Setting the bottle back on the counter, then raising her own glass to her nose, she proceeded to smell the wine and test its aroma. However, she turned up an eyebrow when the far shorter woman took out a glass and placed it beside the wine. Was she expecting someone else to pour it for her? Cui was certainly not going to be that person, and instead of pouring her a drink, she merely took a sip of her own drink.

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Zhiao had finally arrived at his destination. A run down looking building that would surely repulse someone from entering rather than actually entering the place. It was a dull greyish colour, perhaps once having been a bright and wonderful cobalt blue, but having faded with the passage of time. Its located didn’t help either, a rundown back street that only the most desperate of people ever bothered to venture down. “Oh how life changes...” He muttered to himself, thinking back to the years before he was kicked out of his home and was left to merely dwell amongst the lower classes of this horrific city. But he had plans for the coming months, plans that would either leave him a very powerful man indeed, or a dead man. It mattered little either way, despite the former being preferable. The person that owned such a building would normally be scorned for being allowed to…fall, into such a poor state. But the owner of this particular shop had reasons for its dilapidation.

Walking a few more feet, he saw the owner of such a place. A woman he had known for years now, perhaps somewhat eccentric in his opinion, but her firearms and weapons in general were never lacking for anything. She was one of few people that Zhiao new, that could find fault with almost any weapon, fix it and perhaps even improve it. Though sometimes the improvements were a tad, odd. Hopefully her expertise was up to the task, for several metal suitcases awaited the hands of a capable gunsmith, and in true, once-noble, manner. Only the best would do. Despite her lacking a whole right arm…

“Greetings once again.” He said to her, in response to her own greeting. “A small bit of both if possible. I have several, ‘acquired’ weapons that are in need of improvements. And perhaps a few more weapons to go with them would be grand.” A slight smile appeared upon his face as he spoke; Zhiao had always loved just how brilliant most of the arsenal here was. Despite much of it being quite impractical, or outright bizarre in his mind.

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Ryu had just finished filling his cup when he heard Yutaka's words. He laughed aloud as he handed over the bottle and watched his boss down more Soke from the bootle. He agreed whole heartedly. To hell with cups. Still holding his cup in his hand drinking as he walked he went to the back room downed the remainder of his Sake left the cup on a crate and took four bottle of sake from a crate. That should be enough to get them all good and drunk. They could always return whatever wasn't opened to the storage later. He didn't bother going further he didn't care. He had what he wanted and he returned setting them down on the table with a bright wry grin.

He took one and downed a few good swallowed. Ryu who was normally alert and focused and always paying attention to every threat and the possibility there of, found himself letting go. Relaxing. He was still ready for a fight, he'd alway be ready for a fight, but his typical rigid posture and constant alertness eased out of him as he leaned casually against the bar drinking straight from the bottle feeling the poison ease into his mind irradiating instinct for survival and vigilance. Ryu was a light weight when it came to drinking, which always annoyed him. It didn't take much to get him drunk, so he tended only to drink if he wanted to be drunk, because it was inevitable. Though he really did love his alcohol. Good or bad he didn't particularly care so long as it was strong and would get him hammered without making him sick was all he really cared about.

Ryu didn't really care for the woman folk of the Scarlet Node. He didn't tend to care about woman folk much at all. His pleasures laid in more unconventional means: blood and alcohol. He didn't even look at them he was too preoccupied with getting drunk and the tension between the two just tended to make him frown anyways. He couldn't care less about them to be frank. Or anyone for that matter. He didn't make attachments like that. He drank more of his bottle and grinned happily. His grin was a little too wide and his eyes a little too unfocused.

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Hirashike pushed opened the door a smile curving his lips as he realized it was unlocked just for him. Then she was in his arms. His beautiful Ryouko. He held her tightly to him and gently kissed the top of her head as he cradled her in his tight embrace. His heart pounding with relief at seeing her safely in his arms. He hated to think anything bad had happened to her. He couldn't stand the thought anymore then he could stand the thought of loosing his parents. He held her and kissed her lightly on the head again listening to her words. That was one thing. No matter how much she talked he'd always listen to every word. Even if it made little sense to him.

"shhh love, shhh," he said lightly kissing her. He said it tenderly soothingly calmly, "no matter what happened we'll make it alright love, it'll be alright, you'll see I won't let anything happen to you and I won't let you loose your brother if there is even a single thing I can do to prevent it. I swear it my love," he said gently murmuring in her ear. His eyes met her's and he smiled reassuringly at her. Hirashike was an optimistic person and he had faith that everything would work out he couldn't believe it wouldn't. It just wouldn't do. He wouldn't allow that type of hurt to befall Ryouko. He loved her too much.

Hirashike heard the phone ring and stared at it with a worried from as Ryouko left to answer it. His eyes focused on it and her. Watching to see what reaction Ryouko had to the caller. He was worried and if someone threatened her he'd be sure to get angry now. He had enough of these games.

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The sound of a small bell tinkling was the first sign that there was something just a bit different about the shop as the two entered. The next was just how clean and organized everything was. Even the bullets were lined out according to size. Of course nothing even remotely illegal was showing in the front, and for a guns and ammo shop it looked... almost chipper.

There was a soft scent of rose that clung a bit tenaciously to nose, but no cloyingly, or unpleasantly. As they approached the middle of the open shop, the soft sound of dainty footsteps could be heard, and a tall but small figure appeared. It pushed it's way through the doorway, to take on the shape of a woman. An absurdly lovely one at that. She had a gentle warm smile on her lips, and inclined her head towards the gentlemen who had entered the shop.

"Welcome kind customer. It is an honor to meet and serve your particular needs. I am usually called Rose, please feel free to refer to me thus, and I will happily respond." *The soft scent clung to her, much like the highly stylish, and seemingly out of place blue frilly silk dress. Her long black hair fell before her in soft cascading waves and nearly to the floor where the carefully "messy" bun had a few long pieces of hair not pinned back. As she carefully moved to rise again, the little bit of dim light in the shop highlighted her figure, and it was almost strange how out of place this little, but tall, flower was in these surroundings.

It would only be then that a careful observer would notice the high platform black military boots she wore, or how the naturally designed corset of the dress pushed in to make her curves less curvy, though for many men those soft curves would be highly desirable, it appeared she did not want them so obvious. She knew that Yukio would lecture her later for her appearance, but first impressions where everything to Rose.

The woman's smile was infectious to most and she tilted her head to the side, as she was now standing straight, her soft looking hands clasped before her. "Yukio, I have completed the adjustments on your prosthetic if you would care to test it out. I can care for the customer if you wish for me to do so." *She stated gently and turned to the side to allow her boss through the door, and the customer if that is what she had wished. Then she turned her startlingly blue eyes upon the man who had entered the shop, carefully studying him. The eyes were the only thing, for a single moment, that showed an inkling of calculation within her, and then was covered up by a gentle and sweet look.

It was highly calculated on her part, though many did not know it, to let such a thing happen. She may have spoken kindly to all, but already she knew that this man was -not- her better. Or at least that is what she analyzed. Still he was a customer, and she would not risk the ire of her boss to prove a pointless fact. She had other tasks assigned to her after all.

"Yukio, after this is done, would you like for me to make that delivery?" *she asked, in regards to a special order made for the Scarlet Note, not that Rose had any idea about it at all. Only that they were a client and had an order that was just completed. During all of this, she did not move unless it was a carefully calculated, and judged to be to her advantage. Rose was not meek, despite her seeming deference to the shop owner, she was no normal underling. She had a strong will, and spirit that she kept hidden from the rest of the world's eyes.

She waited for the assignments before she began to move once more.

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"Yes, it will be all good." a whispered agreement made its way out of Ryouko, and she nodded weakly. But before she'd manage to pick the phone up, it went silent. Her eyes widened with surprise (and partly horror, too). She was calling her just a moment ago... Why had she disappeared all of a sudden, then? Whatever the reason, it worried her. It was similar as with Suketsune... And though she tried to call her, there was no response at all. It went quiet.
She paled, dropping the phone onto the soft rug underneath her feet. She was sure this was no coincidence anymore. "Hirashike." her lips quivered as she spoke up. "We have to go there and find him now. I'll call someone I know... He knows the woman... Says she's a Ronin and that he can trust her... I can't afford anything bad happening to him, or to you. And we'll find him." she proclaimed, bracing herself to be as strong as she could. Panic would do her no good - Suketsune needed her courage!

Her small white hand gripped Hirashike's, stroking its back with her thumb, and slowly raising it to press it onto her chest, where her heart was. "It doesn't lie, does it?" she asked him, her eyes glimmering with tears that she held back. "It cannot." Shaking her head, she pressed herself onto him in a tight hug, the very feeling of his warmth soothing to her. She loved his smell and she loved the touch of his body, the warmth that seeped from him, the comfort that she found in it, the safety... Great safety... Greater than other. How priceless that feeling just was to her! She'd never let go off him if she didn't have to, she'd keep him near day and night, just to know that she'd never lose him, and she'd be anything and everything he'd want, she'd love him till the end of time and would follow him to the edge of the world.

Only after a good while did she let go, her eyes now, instead of being filled with tears, filling with the shimmer of hope. "I don't know what I'd do without you." she whispered to him, a small smile appearing on her lips as she retrieved the phone again, and dialed a number that she knew belonged to that one-armed Ronin Suketsune had spoken to her about.
There was a long silence, nothing but the tone of the dial-up echoing in the silence. Yet, after what seemed as an eternity, a voice answered.
"Yah? Shiganori arms n' ammo. Who's calling?" a voice on the other side spoke up.
Ryouko took a deep breath. "Yamahata Ryouko calling. I've been informed by my brother that you are also available for certain services, too." she spoke up.
"Yea, yea, true that. Suketsune? And what exactly d'ya need?" the woman's voice replied.
"Yes, Suketsune. I need someone armed to accompany me on a drive. Bodyguard."
"Will it be far?"
"Not really." Ryouko pursed her lips tightly, awaiting the reply.
"I hope y'll be okay with my apprentice being sent. She ain't stupid."
"As long as she is trustworthy..."
[i]"Yah. Come in about half an hour."[i] She gave her an address to a small street in Teru Ijiri district, and shortly after, she hung up.

Ryouko gave Hirashike a long, deep gaze. "We should get going." she uttered then.

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Drunk. Soon enough, they'd both be believably and undeniably drunk. Yutaka graced Ryu with the sound of his laughter, crow-like and rough, as he finished the bottle, slamming the empty glass cylinder upon the table. He laughed, a lot, his poisonously yellow eyes narrowed, and he eyed both Yenay and Cui. Cui was more attractive, that much was for certain, yet at the same time, she was conservative and boring. Yenay was a small thing, childish, almost impossible to distinguish from your ordinary child; but she was a wild thing, too, and as much as she was crazy, Yutaka adored unpredictability. Especially when he was drunk, what didn't take much; he only took a bottle of a stronger drink to get himself into merry spirits, and that was why he tended to avoid alcohol lest he had a certainty that he'd not get into any serious business after drinking. Then, he allowed it to overrun his systems, and make him run wild and free, without bounds.

His smirk widened as he eyed Yenay, creeping up at her from the back, a bottle in hand. His other arm curled up around her shoulders without any warning, and all of a sudden, he hefted her up, his strong hands gripping her like iron. "You want some drinks, little thing?" he questioned her, tilting his head aside, and running the tip of his tongue across his lips. He turned on his heel, very near spilling sake on her and the floor alike, and would carry her over, towards the remaining bottles, where he'd set her down onto the board of the table, unless she'd wriggle out of his grip like a weasel.
"Don't be afraid of me, little ting," he purred. "Don't be afraid."
Every single one of the women of Scarlet note could be his. No one would deny such a claim...

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Nodding in agreement, Yukio looked the man over, placing the pipe between her lips once more, and releasing a cloud of smoke through her nostrils, as if she was a bull of sorts. "'Ery well. Anyway, y'can take a look round the basement for what I got, and I'll check your weapons over. Specify whatcha want inside, I've got a full arsenal inside. Recently I got a new load of blades, sharpened 'em, corrected the balance, removed e'ery unnecessary bullshit n' with some I changed the hilts. They look simple, but ya won'f find anythin' that slices stuff better than those. Or... If yer more into ranged weapons, I got all from shotguns n' tazers to miniguns, sniper arms n' large riffles. Everything from stuff small enough to stuff down your boot to huge ****." Waving her hand, gripped around the pipe, in the air, she gave him a relaxed half-shrug, and led him into the shop.
It had been unnaturally clean since she took that girl in. Almost disturbingly so, though her own room remained a den messier than that of a bear. Nothing illegal was to be seen in the front of the shop, no explosives or questionably-adjusted arms. What was good... If the police ever entered, they'd find nothing of suspicion and would never accuse Yukio of cooperation with gangs. Off course, that would mean that the aforementioned policemen would have to enter the shop first, and that was unlikely!

She nodded to the girl, too. "Good. Bring it n' plug it in. I'll need both hands, we gon' have work now. Yah, just do what he asks to, he's got some crap he needs to check n' adjust." she waved her hand at the matter, and proceeded to walk through the shop to the centre. Everywhere hung guns and blades in neat racks, placed upon the walls and standing on shelves; and everything inside this shop had the potential to kill you if you wielded it right. Yukio could wield all of it. Not a single weapon in here didn't come through her hands to improve it - though some of them had unconventional designs or appeared odd in themselves, it was all for the better. Hers were the superior arms, and there were few equal to them.
"Take a look and take yer pick, but no touchin' without permission. I got some rare stuff in here." she reminded the man, making her way over to the counter instead. At Rose's inquiry, she just shook her head. "Nah. Not yet. Gotta do this work first, or... Dependin' or what he has, yes or no." she dismissed the request. That flamethrower, a monstrosity that could cook a man alive in less than a second, could be delivered later in the evening. Not like that dude would need it at this instant.
Then, the ringing sound of the phone that she had placed on the counter, broke her from the thoughts. The number that was displayed there was unknown to her, and she picked up hesitantly, giving her usual laxly official greetings.
The voice that answered sounded like a child, though she could have sworn she heard it somewhere. When the girl introduced herself as Yamahata Ryouko, the pieces clicked together - she was that wailing kid that was all the time on the radio, off course! Sort of annoying, but her brother was of the better sort. And the call was short. A bodyguard service... Well, she had work that needed doing - she'd have to send Rose.

Stepping away to walk over to the young woman, and for once ignoring the awful thing she was wearing, Yukio placed her heavy, hard hand onto her shoulder. "Rose child, pack your crap. I got a job that ya need to do. Bring the guns n' all and go wait out, cause I need you to accompany an Ishimaru noble kid as a bodyguard. Don't ya dare screw up." she warned her, a half-playful glimmer in the eye.

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Rose looked out after the man in question, and how Yukio handled him. It all seemed pretty basic and straight forward to her. At least for now it was still above board. But that didn't mean what was in the back of the shop was. It was unlikely that anyone of the law side would even enter the shop, and if they did, they would find nothing to arouse any kind of suspicion. It was far too clean and tidy. Everything labelled and categorized. All part of what Rose had done in the shop while she had been around.

Still when the boss asked for her to pull out her arm and hook it up, she nodded and disappeared from view for a few moments. When she did reappear she was carrying the arm and without hesitation stood in front Yukio waiting for her to still long enough for the installation. It wasn't too tough a proceedure, but it did require some stillness and delicacy. Rose's nimble fingers moved along the connection points to make sure of the fit, pulling, and pushing the arm into perfect place. Then with a flick of the wrist, the unit was turned on. It sending a bit of a nerve shock throughout Yukio to make sure she knew that the arm was active and ready for her use.

Rose smiled a bit as she watched for any kind or reaction upon her boss' face. She knew she had done some of her most precise and careful work on the arm. Having traced each and every single wire to it's conclusion and replacing more than a few bad circuits. It should operate smoothly without any glitches or shorts now.

Once that was done, she stepped back from Yukio and went back to her standing position, waiting to help the customer. Though that was cut short when there was a phone call. Yukio answered and shortly after placed a hand upon her shoulder. Rose's face only changed for a split second. Annoyed to have to help anyone of the ruling class as it were. She sniffed a bit, though that was restrained by her need to not show any untoward emotion to a direct order.

"It will be done as you say Yukio." She stated softly, and with a slight bow of her head, moved gracefully away from the two in the shop. She knew precisely what she was going to take. A load of her specialized light as a feather but packing a punch guns. They were all in perfect working order, and she doubted most would even recognize them as weapons. It helped, after all, that the weapons in question were made to look like a parasol, an overly large decorative fan, and high heeled boots. She didn't stop there of course, taking a few things that were easily hidden on her person, one a small revolver riding high on her inner thigh via a holster designed to look like a garter belt. A basic shotgun in a designer case that looked like something a decorator would carry her supplies in, and a semi-automatic pistol that she left out in the open in a basic leather harness that only enhanced her figure.

Once that was done, she appeared next to Yukio once more, nodded, and left the shop to go to the place that her transportation was supposed to find her at. She hoped it wasn't some silly little fangirl and useless boyfriend that she had been assigned to guard. Though, knowing the clientele, she doubted that greatly.


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Cui had been far too preoccupied with her drink to pay a blind but of notice to the Boss and Ryu. They seemed happy enough as they were, absolutely drunken on sake and laughing at each other's antics, and she figured that it would be much wiser to leave them be. The wine she was drinking was divine, it's taste was akin to even the finest of wines she'd had at her own home in the past. Maybe the smaller woman was perhaps capable of retrieving items, for she had done well enough so far. "Take it you are enjoying yourself?" She asked the pair of drunken gang members, trying to make a small intrusion into their actions, hopefully nothing that would get her roped into their drinking.

It was perhaps fortunate that she looked at Ryu and the Boss, for the latter was staring over at her and the smaller women with his poisonously piercing yellow eyes. She hadn't had the fortune, or perhaps misfortune, of being around the boss when he was this drunken but she could see that it may not exactly end in the best of ways. Throwing a glance at Ryu, she very nearly laughed, he seemed so different to the other gang memebrs. Forever seemingly distant, unless blood or drink was in the air. But her main focus was turned back to the boss, he had risen fromhis chair and was now walking over to the otherside of the kitchen area, where she and the smaller woman stood. Cui was not one to be fussed about command, and she certainly wasn't going to tolerate any drunken antics directed at herself.


Apparently the smaller woman had not heard or noticed the Boss walking over to them both, too occupied with her own buisness to take notice. Cui nearly felt sorry for the poor creature as she was lifted into the air by the sheer strength the Boss had. But she couldn't help but smirk at the woman's predicament. 'You want some drinks, little thing?' Cui heard the Boss question the smaller woman that he had clutched in his arms. She would have certainly not liked to be in that situation, especially when the Boss ran his tongue over his lips in a vile manner. Truly these people had no respect for proper ettiquete.

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Yenay was faced towards the wall and pouring herself another drink of the dark, crimson wine. She had no experience with all the 'fine wine' or whatever nobles called it. For her, this was fine enough, and had the added benifit of getting her intoxicated in the process. The glass she drunk from was actually quite dirty, apparently having not been cleaned for a fair while, but it was her own glass...Or rather no one else had seemed to use it other than her. This was her second glass of the strong liqour, and she could already feel the effects of it creeping into her system. She was too bothered about drinkingthat she didn't hear what was going on behind her.

All of a sudden she was lifted into the air by some gang member, instictively she thrashed around in their grip trying to escape but to reletively little avail. She began to panic, franticly struggling against the iron grip upon her, but then she ehard who exactly was holding her. 'You want some drinks, little thing?' She heard in her ear, the smell of sake on the person's breath was almost unbearable, but recognised exactly who it was. It was the Boss. Instantly her panicing lessened greatly, but she still wasn't all too pleased about being liffted up into the air. The words caught in the back of her throat, and all she could manage was a small squeak of a sound.

'Don't be afraid of me, little thing, don't be afraid' She heard him purr as he tok her over the other side of the kitchen to where the table, and sake, was located.

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Zhiao was pleased that the weapon shop's armoury was in full stock, but his main interest was not in some cheap mass produced rubbish that was going to fall apart after three shots, but in Yuiko's own workings. He had know the woman for years now and seen just how efective, and often times bizzare, her masterpieces truly were. "I wasn't looking for much in the way of artillery pieces." He laughed, a small smile appearing on his face, "But rather more along the lines of automatic rifles, Marksman weapons, knives, and perhaps personal defense weapons." Zhiao had some rather large goals set for the coming weeeks, and each pieces was coming together in a grand fashion by now. "And some tweaks to existing weapons." He could have gone anywhere in the whole city for some modifcations to the fire arms, but none other shop selled ones quite as, dubiously legal, as this shop. Either way, he followed Yuiko on the path to her shop. Just as well he brought a full wallet with him.

The shop front was nothing short of a whole armoury in of itself. Masses of weapons were neatly displayed behind the thick glass windows, nothing illegal like explosives however, which was probably for the better. The inside was, unnaturally clean however, with even the bullets being placed according to their size. Nothing like how he remembered it from his last time being there, where it had been quite a large mess of objects scattered about. It was probably the apprentice's doing, he knew Yuiko wasn't all too bothered about cleaning. The apprentice was a rather gorgeous woman by anyone's opinion, and a scent of rose hung about her. Not overpowering, but, just strong enough. "Thank you, Rose." He answered the woman, smiling as he did so.

Zhiao found his attention instantly drawn to a weapons rack that was filled with neatly assorted rifles of various calibre and size. Some of them were even quite old ones, still using the old bolt action feed mechanism. "Some old pieces here, no doubt a collector would give a fortune for some of them." He muttered, more to Yuiko than her apprentice.

"Say, how long exactly do you believe those modifcations will take?" He asked Yuiko, looking over at her.

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The overwhelming urge had pestered him for quite some time. He had no desire to indulge in his seemingly unbreakable habit but to no avail he once more broke. Slowly reaching down with a quiver, Souma grabbed the almost empty box of off-brand cigarettes and hesitantly pulled one of them out from the pack. This addiction had overtaken the entirety of his life. What else did he have to live for? In a district of over ten million people he was alone. At least he felt alone. He was surrounded by people that were too wrapped up in their own business to even notice the once great man sitting against a building with nothing but weapons of his past to keep him company.

Souma placed the cigarette in his mouth with care (as if it were something that needed handled with care). He slowly raised a lit match and placed the dim lit flame at the tip of the cigarette, slowly inhaling and then with an exhale from his nose smoke formed a bit of a fog in front of his face before dissipating. He told himself countless times that this habit had to be broken, yet he lacked the willpower to actually let this habit of his go. He held the cigarette close to his face so that he could use minimal effort in smoking it. As if it took him a massive amount of effort to indulge in this habit anyway.

His head was lowered and his eyes were raised. With nothing else to do, he watched people go about their days.

Cars raced by in the street, obviously going much faster than what they were intended to go. It was usual for everyone to be in such a rush. People were always in a hurry. Almost fifty years of his life were spent scurrying about with the attitude that things needed to be done quickly. He wasted so much time rushing and took the little things in his life for granted (exactly the way these ordinary citizens were). He was a bit jealous of these people for getting to live their lives the way that they wanted to. He missed the fast paced lifestyle even though he resented himself for living it.

He was exhausted.

Souma hadn't eaten in a couple of days, spending the last of his money on cigarettes and not food. He hated the idea of having to eat all the time. It was a tedious task for a man that hadn't a penny to pay for a meal. Not like anyone was going to help him out and feed him. Ronin were looked down on. The once great name he had was all but diminished and to the hustle and bustle of this world, he was nothing. Just a waste of life that had all but lost its only purpose. Another inhale of the smoke and a sigh as an exhale led him to stand up and slowly make his way north. No purpose other than to see what he could come across. He needed to collect a bounty in order to give himself nourishment and sustenance. "What a droll life I must live, eh Karin?" He said to himself as he gripped the locket in the secret pocket of his robe.

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