The Gambino Army

What god do you worship?

Gaia, Goddess of the Earth	46.2%	[ 18 ]
Nyx, God of the Night	53.8%	[ 21 ]
Total Votes:			[ 39 ]

[Taifu_Takashi]

[ You guys should Rp here Gambino and then use this thread as the headquarters for the army and maybe have a location and a link to your thread in the new place. ]

[Kabuki-Kun]

Chiharu huffed, blowing a strip of red hair out of her face. “Which tells me exactly nothing.” And by the way she’d caught Raku eyeing his boss, she could guess why. The same reason she was ever coddled or kept out of the loop: Jiro. Her bright blues thinned, looking back and forth between Raku and Jiro, Raku....Jiro. She sighed.

“Okay, neither of you are gunna give me s**t.” She declared, and she turned on her heel. A group that was specifically a danger to yokai, in the islands, and practicing the dark arts. She tried to hide the jump in her heart rate, but this could possibly be the rehashing of a very old search. No one would stand in her way of what she wanted to know.

She strolled quite jauntily away from the two, talking casually, and loudly, to no one in particular, “Goodness! What a fine day TO BE A YOKAI.” She charmed at the top of her voice, a harsh cold wind blowing past her down the street. Far too quickly, fat snow flakes started to whistle their way down on the wind. “I sure hope no one notices WHAT A POWERFUL YOKAI I AM.” The temperature had dropped so rapidly, the windows around them frosted. At this rate, half the island would be under snow in the next ten minutes; it was a massive expenditure of energy, a bright red cherry on even the weakest radar.

“Chiharu! This is immature and dangerous!”

[Neon Graffiti]

[ Isle de Gambino ]

"Chiharu!" For once in forever, fear gripped the wolf. Jiro hadn't sought first hand Chiharu's true capabilities, and till now, Raku had assumed she was purposefully hiding them from him, as if hinting at them would so spoil an inevitable future encounter. But, as said, this was only the tip of the iceberg.

Erasing any distance between them, Raku wracked control of her wrist, taking a first-hand look at the wild, unspeakable nature of the hanyo's power through her pure, crystal-ice eyes. They were a far-cry from the tot who first waddled into his forest; careless, unconditioned, unsafe... a sharp contrast from the trained professional.

Looking around, he could see the people of the island marveling at the sudden, shocking appearance of snow. Tasting their air with their tongues - the girl sure knew how to put on a show like Yuki did. Her artificial weather was second-to-none.
"All right, we get it. Your island, your rules. Quell the theatrics." While obviously worried, a glimmer of impression shown in the wolf's eyes. He hadn't realized how truly alike in power she had grown to resemble her more centenarian relatives. "I'll tell you everything, let's just... find a place to talk." A stubborn smirk crossed his lips. "Y'not exactly the same clumsy squirt that I recognize. You're a big girl now. I guess I just haven't realized that yet."

[Neon Graffiti]

Taifu_Takashi

[ You guys should Rp here Gambino and then use this thread as the headquarters for the army and maybe have a location and a link to your thread in the new place. ]

( Wow, you guys are looking pretty fresh already. o uo Yeah, we'll check it out! Already loving the layout! We always love new friends here at the GA. :3 As far as I've known, we've been the only people with an ongoing story line based in the Gambino islands... xD )

[Taifu_Takashi]

Neon Graffiti

Taifu_Takashi

[ You guys should Rp here Gambino and then use this thread as the headquarters for the army and maybe have a location and a link to your thread in the new place. ]

( Wow, you guys are looking pretty fresh already. o uo Yeah, we'll check it out! Already loving the layout! We always love new friends here at the GA. :3 As far as I've known, we've been the only people with an ongoing story line based in the Gambino islands... xD )

[ I know what you mean, I think Ive created one of the few well detailed Barton threads ever created. Barton Town

Your also free to Rp and explore there aswell, its still a work in progress but the layout is there. ]

[Saka Hirozumi]

Ooc:
I spy, with my little eye... A sigilite!
Are you by chance a Butcher mule?
emotion_awesome

[Neon Graffiti]

Taifu_Takashi

Neon Graffiti

Taifu_Takashi

[ You guys should Rp here Gambino and then use this thread as the headquarters for the army and maybe have a location and a link to your thread in the new place. ]

( Wow, you guys are looking pretty fresh already. o uo Yeah, we'll check it out! Already loving the layout! We always love new friends here at the GA. :3 As far as I've known, we've been the only people with an ongoing story line based in the Gambino islands... xD )

[ I know what you mean, I think Ive created one of the few well detailed Barton threads ever created. Barton Town

Your also free to Rp and explore there aswell, its still a work in progress but the layout is there. ]

( It's excellently detailed! I'm loving the description, and it's already got my brain stirring with inspiration. *3* I'd love to visit your thread, but you did catch us right in the middle of a kinda personal plot. x3 As soon as this arc is over we'll check it out! Thanks for the invite. C:

You're other GM-based threads look pretty shwanky too! Pretty much just how we envisioned Gaia. x3 )

[Kabuki-Kun]

When Chiharu cocked her chin to him, her eyes bathed him in blue, glowing under the dim street lamps. She coped a little smile as the light dimmed from her face and the snowstorm started to trickle to a stop. "I've been a big girl for a while, Raku."

"We will tell you everything." Jiro corrected, appearing over the shoulder of Chiharu's favorite guardian. His lips were a pursed slant, eyes thin. He wasn't pleased, but he agreed with Raku. Better to tell her themselves than allow her to pick a fight she'd lose. "But I need you to promise me a few things first."

"Ah, s**t.."

"Once we tell you, you will leave the island."

"Maybe."

"You will not go looking for them. You are not ready."

Feeling a little like Simba eyeing the elephant graveyard, Haru blanched. "I can't promise you that, and you know it. And the fact that you're so damn nervous about it tells me I'll probably have no choice /but/ to go seek these ******** out."

Jiro sighed a long breath. A throbbing was taking up residence in his temples. "Than you must not go without Raku and I."

"Deal. Raku, spill."

[Neon Graffiti]

[ Isle de Gambino - Half an hour later ]

A switch of a match lit a series of incense burners, partially so Raku could pay his respects, but largely so he could air out an apartment long overdue for spring cleaning. Several spring cleanings, in fact.

"It's a wonder how much effort you put into not cleaning this place." Raku said, as he stood up from his knees. "... if I knew we'd be coming back here, I would've brought a six-pack." The wolf mourned, as if lost in nostalgia. He beguiled over a stunning ukiyo painting depicting a beautiful, dark skinned beauty of foreign origin. You'd think he'd lost his focus until he began to speak.

"We came here 'cause it's the closest location to your dad's place," Despite his allegiance to Lord Hotaru, Raku spent the majority of his time outside of the civilized kitsune's walls, as a the wild animal he was born to be. It was only here, on the isles where he regular took human form to blend in with the society around him.
"And you know, the quickest way to get back there just in case." He knew Chiharu was already fed up with him beating around the bush, so he went right to the point; "We think we know where you're dad is."

If Raku were any better a man, he would have not metaphysically committed a Mortal Kombat fatality on Chiharu's heartstrings like that, but Raku was not a man; he was a wolf.
"And I think you do too. It's the reason you became a Suit in the first place; it's linked to the series of disappearing peoples that've been going on the islands the past couple years. The ones you've never been able to get a lead on? Well, here's your lead --" Raku twisted around, his lupine eyes penetrative, warning. "But you're not gonna like it. Because it involves the Oni-gumi."

[Neon Graffiti]

OOC:

Gaia:

Me:

[Captain Jessie Hawk]

Taifu_Takashi

[ You guys should Rp here Gambino and then use this thread as the headquarters for the army and maybe have a location and a link to your thread in the new place. ]

((This looks awesome!))

[Kabuki-Kun]

Neon Graffiti

[ Isle de Gambino - Gold Mountain Casino ]

With his shoulders still stapled to his seat, Neon struggled to move, much less read. This document held all the necessary proof of legitimacy, and was hard evidence in locating a wanted terrorist, and enemy of G-Corp. That said, Neon didn't want Stefano to get caught up in whatever scheme it was Demarco had concocted for him. Armed with only a six-shooter, he'd have little to bargain with...

Akita didn't mind playing man's best friend, and made herself comfortable in Demarco's lap. The show was just beginning, but when darkness fell, the glow in the Graffiti King's eyes became more evident, surprising her.
'He'd really done it,' She thought, a little proud of her old leader. 'He really became a soldier, just like he said he would.'

"Whoa," Otherwise uninterested in the lackluster magic tricks, it was the ear-curdling roar that instantly trapped his attention. "Cainan the Courageous" they called him; those close calls, coupled with that ogre-sized cat were his calling cards. Neon didn't recognize him at first, having never caught one of his shows, but by the looks of it, neither had any of the Maurizio Family. The perfect distraction.
"No, uh," Neon clapped with them, sweating beneath his collar. "Never met him before in my life." Through choppy slight-of-hand, he risked slipping the documents into his jacket under the fresh blanket of darkness, but was caught in the act, and found his wrist wrenched from his his coat and into the limelight. Luckily, he had managed to conceal the documents -- unluckily, his gun was exposed.

"What do we have here." Pit, the enforcer, removed Neon's weapon with expert handling, making sure the chamber was ejected so that there would be no unfortunate accidents. Neon made a grab for it, but quickly found her muscly knee coiled around his neck, restricting what little movement he had.
"Happy Birthday," Ever-condescending, she handed off the handgun to her employer.

The card dealer fast became very, very nervous. While he attempted to reach beneath the table to call security, Akita acted on a hair trigger, cocking her naughtily concealed pistol, deliciously hidden beneath her dress.
"Don't do anything fishy now," She smirked, "You're a professional, after all. We're not even done with the first deck."

Finally released from Pit's stranglehold, Neon fought between catching his breath and rubbing his wrist. Aside from Wolf, Neon wondered if whether this other "Dog" was anything supernatural. Or maybe, it had just been a while since he'd fell pray under the grip of a especially powerful woman. Ashamed from having been caught with his pants down, Neon didn't say anything. Merely, he kept his eyes on the guns drawn, making sure there weren't any itchy trigger fingers. If there were, he'd be sure to protect those in the way - Rakugaki or not.

Thirteen hissed uncontrollably at the gangsters, his hair standing on end. In the dark, his eyes shown like wild fireflies. Akita was quick to silence him with a thick-pitched growl, sending the cat retreating behind Neon's neck.

"Ahh, molte grazia" Demarco took the offered prize with a smug joy, turning the handgun over in his hands before making a casual hand-off to Wolf. "File the numbers off that when we get home, huh?" The bodyguard grunted, and Demarco pegged eyes on Neon, sneering "It's military grade, not bad at all."

Meenwhile, Hound was shooting an uncharacteristically repulsed look over at that hissing ball of black fur in Neon's hoodie. "Cats." He mumbled.

The cats were just beginning. A thrumming music had started up on stage, and Cainan was doing what he did best: putting on a show. Lambert leaped and bounded over his trainer, and the near-misses made the audience gasp. At one point, Lambert's claws actually knocked his trainer's mask, making Cainan have to adjust the thing back on his face while he laughed until he turned pink. His good mood was infectious, and his audience laughed too.
"Lambert buddy, you're getting lonely, huh?"
The giant feline nodded his head.
"You miss your girls?"
Nod nod nod.
"Lets bring Lambert his ladies!"

From the back of the massive game room, Lamberts "ladies" came trotting toward the stage, weaving through the tables. The duo of lionesses seemed utterly unconcerned with the people they passed, single-mindedly approaching their trainer. That is, until they reached Neon.
Two massive, golden lions were suddenly fixated on the soldier, noses pressing to him. They smelled something familiar?

"Jesus ******** christ..."

Cainan laughed! "Uh oh, buddy, looks like they like him. You better go get your girls back." The trainer stepped aside, revealing his biggest cat to be a snarling show of teeth. Somebody was royally pissed.
Cain pegged eyes on Neon. "I hope you feel lucky today, Cousin."

"Guns down, kids. We got all eyes on us..."

[Neon Graffiti]

[ Isle de Gambino - Gold Mountain Casino ]

Demarco's Dogs were put on the spot, something Akita herself loathed. But, she respected Demarco's wishes, and slipped her gat back underneath the shadows.

Pit reluctantly turned the dial down on the physical abuse, appearing as gentle and peaceful as a professional mixed-martial artist could afford to. It wasn't the eyes she was worried about - it was the teeth. The man she was shaking down just a couple seconds ago had bigger things to fret now. Bigger, hungrier things.

Meanwhile, complete terror welled up inside Neon almost all at once. Initially his only response was mere fight-or-flight, but found himself incapable of executing either. His body was frozen stiff, fingers rooting his posterior into the seat, as if resigning him to his fate as a light brunch for these lovely ladies.

"Looks like they you, kid," 13 remarked.

"Hopefully not how I like corned beef sandwiches," Neon murmured, the very slightest inches he made being away from the lionesses. He'd dare not do anything drastic - while Neon had fought his share of adversaries, even he wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight in a safari. And with his Rakugaki on the fritz? No way, Jose.
His gleaming eyes darted in the darkness from the lions, to the family. Who did he prefer to chew him to mince; the cats, or the Dogs? It was a hard question, unfortunately, one he could not make himself.
"Run along now," He urged towards the stage, "Run along to Simba. I'm sure he's got nice, thick chunks of zebra waiting for you in the back," He swallowed, having never been so close to such a big animal. He breathed their air, smelling their musk. The Graffiti King did not feel lucky.

"Now what, Don Juan?" Pit asked, sarcastically.

"I say we ditch this circus," Declared Akita, de-seating herself from Demarco's lap, but only to put a barrier in between she and two-hundred something odd pound mongrels staring them in the face. And don't think she didn't sense the star of the show's stint of passion as well. "We're not gonna get any business done with the whole peanut gallery glaring his down."

[Kabuki-Kun]

"Now hang on a minute." Demarco was not about to get chased out of his own heist by a few cats. Even if they were...the largest cats he'd ever been in the same room with. That joke of a trainer had called Ne' "cousin", and Demarco was starting to feel like he was getting played.

"Go on." In front of a packed game room, Cainan gave his animal permission to tear into the audience, and that was exactly what Lambert did. All teeth, roar, and raised fur, the liger leaped out onto the floor and took off. He charged for Neon's chair, and went right past it, landing his full 800 pounds in front of the don.

Okay, NOW Demarco would move. Or really, stumble is what he did, knocking his chair over in his hurry to get to his feet. The don wasn't startled by much, but now he was backpedaling away from those wicked canines. "The ********]

Cainan couldn't contain his grin. "Sorry, Dreadlocks, I guess my boy doesn't like competition in the mane department."

Demarco turned furious eyes on the animal trainer, but all he got from Cainan was a smug little wave goodbye. When he turned back, Lambert's girlfriends were also bearing fangs and swatting at him, and that was it.
"Enough, we're done!" He motioned for his dogs, and would have liked to turn on his heel for a dramatic exit. But he couldn't turn his back on those cats, and instead had to back off like a coniglio.

As the Maurizios filed out, Cainan reeled in his muscle with unmistakable pride on his face. "Come on, cute stuff. We got a show to finish!"

Lamber was the first to gallop back on stage, the lionesses right behind to take the places on stage they were meant to be in five minutes ago, and their trainer turned a last grin on Neon, shooting him a little thumbs up. 'You can thank me later, Cuz.'
Then it was back to the show.

[Neon Graffiti]

[ Isle de Gambino - Gold Mountain Casino ]

Baring teeth down on the crouched Lambert, every patron surrounding them must've thought Akita was crazy to challenge the great beast. Whereas all the other Dogs had retreated down the sidelines, Akita held her ground, fist full of hilt connected to the keen edge of her Japanese knife, and for a similar reason; protecting her loved one. However, it was only long enough till she knew the Family had made their way to the exit. And, as soon as she heard he name called, a loyal dog followed.
Snapping her weapon shut, she departed along with the rest of the mafioso, though not without remembering Cainan's face...

Meanwhile, Neon was left deserted at the card table, mingling with the empty voices. As the big cats and gangsters departed, all of Neon's adrenaline drained out of him suddenly, leaving the King slumped in his throne.

"Yeah! Go back to whatever gutter you crawled out of before I really show you what I'm made of!" 13's threats mixed with the collective howl and applause of the audience, while his apprentice took a swig from an abandoned mixed drink.

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Only minutes after the show ended, Neon broke through the crowd and the curtains to seek out this mysterious performer. Never had he seen a man display such incredible handling over creatures bigger than himself. Finally, he spotted the familiar brilliant, red coat tails of Cainan the Courageous, and called out to him,

"Hey!" His voice got to the stagehands, who made their way over to him to let him know that the show was over, but that did not deter Neon.
"Th... thanks. You really bailed me out, back there." He didn't really know what to say. He'd given 13 guard duty, as far as keeping an eye out for those giant cats that Cainan kept around, but as far as his words for the performer, they were direct and non-scripted. He had recalled the stranger calling him "cousin..."

"Have we met someplace before?"