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 Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 1:11 pm
 Ken Nagadera
Oto's Golden Warrior
Chakra Pool: 425/425 || Stamina Pool: 145/145 Ken looked around as he was escorted, it was certainly as large on the inside as it was on the outside. He followed the man to apparent boss in purple and listened as he spoke. Once he was finished Ken looked at him and spoke " Yes Sir. " he said calmly. On the inside he was pretty excited to begin the mission, however, he knew these guys were not looking for some smiley kid, they wanted a shinobi. So for now, Ken controlled his excitement and remained rather solemn looking as he awaited instructions from the Japanese man before him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 5:59 pm
The man gave a nod, and whispered some instructions to the others to prepare. "Good, then make your final preperations. We move soon. Tell me when you are ready. " The caravan was small, only 3 carts and 5 people.....
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 4:07 am
Ken Nagadera
Oto's Golden Warrior
Chakra Pool: 415/425 || Stamina Pool: 145/145 Ken nodded and spoke " I am ready. " he said calmly as he stretched out a bit and looked at the men around him, it seemed like it was going to be a simple enough job, nothing too hard, and plus he had a technique up his sleeve that should come in handy for this. Looking at the carts he formed a single hand sign and spoke " Meimu [ Fallacy ] ...." he said as the carts quickly began to change shape. Looking at them they looked to be nothing more than carts filled with various kinds of vegetables and fruit, something that anyone would be transporting around. Looking at the guards he spoke " If you guys have some kind of disguise it might help things go along smoother as well..." he said calmly as he looked at them, Ken may have wanted to test out his skills, however, he did not want to fail the mission by letting them all get ambushed. If he disguised the carts like this he should be able to hopefully spot the enemy before they realize what they were actually shipping and then fight him/her one on one before any real harm could come to the caravan. (D-ranked Meimu [ Fallacy ] )
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 11:54 am
The caravan was all packed and ready to leave at this point and the man who'd been the spokesman for the group approached Ken again. "we are ready. please lead the way." He said gesturing for Ken to proceed out and that the caravan would follow suit.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:05 pm
ken-faita Ken Nagadera
Oto's Golden Warrior
Chakra Pool: 415/425 || Stamina Pool: 145/145 Ken nodded and simply turned to leave the factory. He headed in the direction of their delivery point, moving with the caravan of men, it would seem very normal as they would appear to any onlookers, like a bunch of farmers taking produce to a nearby market. Unless someone had been specifically tipped off, no one would suspect them of transporting weapons. ((where are we going? no one told me the delivery point. Is it the village?)) (D-ranked Meimu [ Fallacy ] )
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 5:17 am
The caravan left following Ken while keeping their cover. they expected Ken to do the same and they kept eyeing him along with everyone they passed. mistakes were not to be made.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 5:33 pm
Having walked down the street a ways, Hiroto spotted the large factory he'd heard about. Approaching the front gate, he leaned slightly on his staff as he pressed the button to alert whoever was inside of his presence. Looking around, he saw tons of guards everywhere and wondered what he was getting himself into, but they didn't give off the same feeling as the soldiers he'd run into in the past. He'd wait patiently to be acknowledged.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 7:25 am
"State your name and business," crackled the intercom at the gates shortly after the button was pressed. On the other side of the fence, the guards patrolled in tight formations, moving with merciless disregard for any openings in their formations. It certainly seemed that entering this place normally was the way to go. On a few of the guards, battery packs like the ones the UHV wore would be visible, but they were wearing no armor, suggesting something else might be in play instead. Hiroto would hopefully never have to experience first hand whatever strange weapons these people were carrying.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 4:10 pm
Hiroto was watching the patrolling guards when he heard the intercom sound, asking his name and business, Pressing the button again to speak, he replied "I'm Hiroto, I'm an apprentice blacksmith and arms dealer and this seemed like a good place to make new contacts within the city." The young man would then release the button and wait for a reply from within, hoping he wouldn't be turned away, or worse, attacked by the guards.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 9:02 am
There was a short pause, as though the person on the other end of the line were conversing with someone else or clarifying procedure, and then the intercom buzzed back on:
"Come on in, someone'll meet with you. Ask the guy at the front desk and he'll point you in the right direction."
With the instructions delivered, the line went dead and the locks on the gate popped open. But for a few passing glances from a few of the many guards, it would seem as though this were a fairly routine occurrence. The path lay open, a large building dead ahead and a few satellite buildings off to the sides.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 5:47 pm
When the locks on the gate popped open and the gate opened, Hiroto walked through and made his way to the front door of the main building, looking around at the building in the compound as he entered the main one. Approaching the front desk, Hiroto nodded to the guy, saying "Hey, I was told to come to you, that you could point me in the right direction to meet with someone, the name's Hiroto." He'd then wait patiently for the receptionist to respond as he glanced around the room, not looking for anything in particular, just taking in the scenery.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:05 pm
The receptionist nodded and put on his glasses. He flipped through a notepad for a few seconds, turning over a pencil in one hand whenever he paused to look for a name, and then pointed the lad toward a room on the second floor. If Hiroto were to head there straight away, he would pass rows of windows overlooking a busy factory floor as he headed for the staircase. He might even pick out some shutters at the back that seemed to lead into a larger storage area.
The room he had been directed to was small and overlooked the factory floor, so it was not a particularly quiet place. A dark-skinned man with slicked-back, greasy blond hair would be waiting for him there, sitting behind a desk with a large pad of paper and a pen next to his elbow.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 7:11 pm
Hiroto nodded to the receptionist ,saying "Thanks" quickly as he turned to head down the hall and up the stairs to the room he was pointed towards. Looking through the windows along the way, he starred in at the busy factory operations kicking out ....something... in large numbers. When he reached the door, he knocked twice, hitting the door pretty hard to be heard over the sound of the factory, then went on inside. When he walked in, he saw the dark-skinned man with greasy slicked back blond hair and gave the man a quick nod. "Hello, I'm Hiroto, would you happen to be the man that spoke to me over the intercom? .....This is some factory you have here....impressive."
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 5:57 pm
"No, I am not, and it is quite nice," the man responded with a matter-of-fact tone. "Let's cut to the chase, sonny boy: time is money, and I need to know if you're worth ours. Whatcha bringin' to the table? You want info, you give me somethin' nice. You want a job, you show me some skill. You want the keys to the factory, you kill me right where I sit and get on with your life. Got it?"
His breakneck pace and strange, atonal manner of speaking would likely feel a bit foreign, but one thing about the man was abundantly clear nonetheless: he was obsessed with efficiency, both in speech and in life. It was likely his influence that kept the factory afloat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 6:48 pm
Hiroto was slightly taken aback by the man's bluntness, but he just shrugged and replied "Well alright, I'm primarily looking for information. I filled in as an inspector for a recent shipment and the man who picked it up from me said there was a stockpile of that armor here. I'm looking for the source of that technology, parts of which I saw on your guards outside as I was coming in. In exchange for the information I want, I'll offer my services as security if you happen to have a shipment going out from this factory. I may be a smith and an arms dealer by trade, but I'm also my master's personal bodyguard when we travel, I'm well trained in hand to hand combat as well as with my staff and swords. What do you say, sir?" Hiroto would stand there stoic, internally hoping the man would give him the information he needed and see his offer of security as a fair trade.
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