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 Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:49 pm
 K'yon Michiguru...Just call me KSTORM GUARDIAN of STELLA DI MARE
-----------------------------------------------------His face contorted into something of a odd grin. K was not only excited, but also intrigued. We might actually have ourselves another guardian... "OK, another question then...why did you save that woman, that was none of your business...?" He was obvisouly baiting the man, but still he wanted to know his reasons before he started to go any further.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:52 pm
his excitement nearly peeking he raised an eyebrow and snarkily responded with a quick "you saw the tape too didn't ya? were ya listening?" his accent thicker than it had been since he left england. "I only did it because the man bumped me" he added, OBVIOUSLY lying at this point
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:02 pm
K'yon Michiguru...Just call me KSTORM GUARDIAN of STELLA DI MARE
----------------------------------------------------- "Suuure that was your reason..." K had done like he always did. When K'yon met someone new he ALWAYS studied the way they acted, the process that was his "first-impression" was something he didn't take lightly and was something that stuck with him forever. He was certain that this person was of good...no...AMAZING moral character, something that was almost non-existent these days. He suddenly smiled, giving a small chuckle. 'Ya know, it's almost like it's meant to happen with every one of us. To meet up, and instantly make a bond.........I can tell that your a good man." He stepped over towards him and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. With a sudden and almost accidental incident his other hand burst into Storm flame, the red crimson wisps sparked and flared off at the ends while a soft red glow stayed at it's center. "I would like you to meet the owner of this casino if that's ok..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:08 pm
he smiled as the pale gray eyed man complimented him, looking straight forward the whole time "aww stop, you're making me blush." he prodded like he'd known the boy his entire life. noticing the flames around the boys hand, he tilted his head to the side and peeked "now now, don't make that seem like a threat chum." he mumbled before standing "and of course, who wouldn't want to meet the owner of a fine business like this. might I ask your name first though? I figure, you seem like a nice enough bloke, why not get to know eachother?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:44 pm
It wasn't a threat, and as he sat down on the other side of the table he smiled. "The names K'yon Michiguru...as you can tell from MY accent I'm native of Japan, but just call me "K"...ok? He let the flames in his ring go down.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:54 pm
he felt a bit bad because his new found friend seemed to take him seriously, even if it WAS a threat Caius would've simply payed it no mind. "Caius is the name, Caius Doc. I'm a londoner, raised not born." he responded reaching forth to shake his hand "it's a fine pleasure to meet you. and your boss, am I to assume that you aren't just his casino security guard?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:56 pm
k a i k o k u  Å╬◄◄►►╬Å美容開国Å╬◄◄►►╬Å k o u f u    
She was parading about in her new threads, pressing down on the skirt which was too long for herself. She nearly tripped over it, though, how she did when it was only past her knees was beyond her. She refused to squeeze her hips into those jeans. Just would not do at all. Her eyes glossed over as she stared dully at the casino. This place was lively as ever, flashing and ringing with the machines and tables, but… something didn’t feel right. She needed to speak with Adrien.
“Hey,” She addressed a male who was standing beside her at the bar, one of the undercover guards whom she had been told not to speak too much to. “Sup, Sweets?” He replied with the name she had issued him to call her. There was a nickname, a pet name, for each of the guards to call her, just to keep her ego afloat. “Where’d that guy go?” “Who?” “The one with the icy eyes.” “Boss?” He quirked an eyebrow, wondering why she was addressing him in such a manner.
“Yeah, him. Where’s he?” She asked, pulling at the blouse she had been given. Sure, it wasn’t Japan and orient eccentric, though, it wasn’t exactly the epitome of New York City. It was flashy and stylish, so it was close enough, and Adrien better had not said another word about it. “He went to see Master K’yon’s at his residence…” He replied, looking her over from his shades before issuing another alcoholic drink. “But…” Kai started, looking in the direction where a door had closed, leading off to the maze of back doors in the casino. “K’yon just brought some guy into the back…” She had noticed the man at the door, but dared not approach him, namely because they had a few troubles so far with her coy-games. “Then he’s probably returned?” The man replied, sucking at the glass and dismissing the girl’s frivolous worries.
Something wasn’t right, though, and Kai knew it. “I’m going to K’s house anyway.” She told no one, quickly rising from her stool at the bar and running through the casino doors towards a parked limousine. Hopping in, she knocked on the window, smiling at the familiar chauffer. “To Michiguri-kun’s house, please~” She sweetly demanded before the man nodded, starting up the car as the girl sat back. She sure did hope everything was okay.
[[TO: [NYC] -- K'yon's Apartment]]# ;; 400/400
@ ;; Lobby
# ;; 0/0
∞ # ;; 0/7941  nube custodecharmrahc
charmrahc雲の守護者
c l o u d guardian
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:29 pm
k a i k o k u Å╬◄◄►►╬Å美容開国Å╬◄◄►►╬Å k o u f u [[FROM: [NYC] -- K'yon's Apartment]]
Coming out of the limousine which slowly pulled to a halt in front of the casino, Kaikoku ran to tell one of the guards where she had found Adrien, and that he was in the car. The guards rushed to aide their boss, carrying him with the utmost delicacy to wherever they had an infirmary. Hopefully that wouldn’t’ve been much better than the hospital itself, because Kai dared not go near one of those things. She wasn’t even sure where it was!
But, while the guards were assisting Adrien, Kaikoku was rushing through the lobby of the casino, past all the addicts and players alike, barreling through opened and closed doors, maneuvering through the pathways like she had lived here for years on end. When she finally saw a one-way window with the guy she was looking for in it, she barged right in, not even paying any mind to the television. “Michiguri-kun,” She called him quickly, eyes shifting down to Caius before shifting to their native tongue of Japanese, “Adrien-kun was hurt. I found him in your home, and there was this weird… creature thing…” She looked down to Caius, knowing he wouldn’t have understood a word she was saying. “I suggest you come with me so we can take it out.” It was the first thing she had ever suggested that she needed help with, though, just because it was his house and not hers as of yet, still his abode, she deemed it necessary that he needed to come and check it out too.
But before K’yon would be able to comment, she charged forward, grabbing at K’yon’s wrist and dragged him out of the room. Whether the stranger followed or not wasn’t her problem, but she knew she had to get K’yon back to his house, S.T.A.T.
# ;; 301/1311
@ ;; Apartment >> Limo >> Base >> Lobby / Interrogation room
# ;; 0/0
∞ # ;; 0/7941 nube custodecharmrahc
charmrahc雲の守護者
c l o u d guardian
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:40 pm
not moving, not speaking simply listening, he smiled up at her, another japanese one, and a gorgeous young lady this time. he thought to himself as she rambled on in what he identified as japanese. without understanding a word of it he watched as the girl charged forth and apprehended K. hey. he thought we weren't done talking yet... for such a beauty she is awfully rude isn't she... he yawned quietly while she tugged his wrist. he would probably wait there unless told to do otherwise. their lovers quarrels were none of his business anyway...
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 6:05 pm
K'yon Michiguru...Just call me KSTORM GUARDIAN of STELLA DI MARE
----------------------------------------------------- ((OMG finally some action!!!)) K's head snapped to one side, confused at the sudden intrusion of their calm and controlled conversation. All at once Koufu had burst through the door and let K know what had happed to Adriean. His eyes burst open wide as his Ring shot a flame almost 2 feet tall. He also switched to Japanese, he had great faith in Caius, but still this was about Adriean. "WHAT???" he screamed, "Oh my shinto we need to get going!" He turned to Caius as he was suddenly pulled by his wrist out of the room, "Caius...come you need to see this. But keep your mouth shut and just watch ok?"He was pulled by the unbelievable strength of Koufu, he eventually caught up in speed and turned the drag into a forced power walk as they sped through the maze that was the casino. Getting to the limo broke free of her grasp and in (for the first time) an authoritative tone, "Boys, to my penthouse, get us there in NOW or Ill put a bullet in your heads." He pulled one of the desert eagles from his belt and held it up in a threatening manner, he wasn't joking. Though he hadn't known Adriean that terribly long he was an unbelievably loyal friend. He helped Koufu into the car before motioning for Caius to get in the limo. With that they sped off to his house.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 6:25 pm
Caius enjoyed their sudden adrenaline rushes. he quickly stood as the pace of K's words and steps quickened. the maze was long and trecherous. why the hell does a casino need this many rooms?! he thought to himself, bemused. they wandered and wandered at a quick pace that Caius rather disliked, his rule about leisurely paces ran through his mind as they power walked. he followed silently as K called to him about just watching to which he answered "Aye aye, sir!" giving a joking salute. the reached the casino, the ringing bells, soft background music, mumblings, and lights ammused him for the few moments it took them to get outside. the reached a limo, long and shiny. he'd never been in one before and when K told him to get in he hesitated. it wasn't just because it was his first time in one. he trusted K to be a good guy, but still.... they'd just met. oh to hell with it he yelled to himself in his mind as he threw caution to the wind and hopped in
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:42 am
[ N P C ]
A man in a pinstripe suit careened through the casino, shades on and casually leisure-filled struts leading him across the lobby of the casino. "Where's Master Berncastille?" Came the hushed murmur from the male as he brushed past another pinstripe-suited male. The other exchanged whispers and a casual glance in some odd direction, and then the two walked away from one another as if nothing had even happened.
The first pinstriped male orbited around a table with a large, extravagant, ornate, potted plant in the middle of the floor of the lobby, and headed in the direction the glance had directed him to.
After a while, he opened a door, having traveled through a corridor. "Master Rege?" He knocked after opening it, inspecting the room to see if the man was there. He was not in his "office", so the security guard decided to check the lower portion of the casino. Their base.
After clomping down the remainder of the stairs, arriving at what was their base, an abandoned train station-esque, intricate location, the man cleared his throat, all the body guards and suited figures quickly whipping their attentions at the man. "Boss is in fatal condition. The doctors at the hospital have told me that he may be in a coma, they're not entirely sure if he's going to make it out." He waited for the wails and gasps of horror and roars of outrage to subside before continuing. "We must not make a scene of this, for the rivaling Mafia Families will see this and seize the opportunity to attempt to take us down." More roars of rage and objection rose before the man shouted, "Silence! This is not the time to be obnoxiously ignorant. We need to continue and operate as if nothing ever happened." He took a deep breath, adjusting his shades before looking out of the corner of his eye.
"Has anyone seen Master Rege Berncastille?" "I think someone said he was going to the hospital..." "Yeah, that's what I heard." "Well, no one is to visit the Boss without Master Berncastille. Or any of the Guardians, for that matter." "Where are the rest of them, anyway?" "They are taking care of business down at Master K'yon Michiguri's place of residency." "Oh..." "I HEARD THERE'S SOMETHING GOING ON DOWN THERE!!" Came a frantic voice from the stairwell. Another suited man was panting, barely able to catch his breath. Or what was little of it. "Something like what?" Cooed the man in the middle of all the attention. He turned to watch the frantic man approach him, pouring the details to everyone. "Something about a death threat. I think I heard that there were three Guardians having to take care of it." "Well then we have nothing to worry about."
"And it was involving a box weapon."
Everything fell silent, the man in the middle of the ring of subordinates silent as well.
"Caricato?" Someone crowed out in the midst of silence, all eyes rolling over towards the voice before they rolled back to the man who had been called "Caricato", which was another term for "leader" in Italian.
"This is the precedent of a war." He silently growled, looking up at the flickering, fluorescent light above his head. "This is the precedent of a war," He repeated, this time louder for everyone to hear him, "And this is a war WE WILL WIN!" There was a roar of cheers that echoed through the casino's entire building.
Players and addicts alike looked around, confused as to where the sound had come from, but looked up to see the televisions cleverly programmed on a sports channel. With the volume minimized, they thought they had heard the roar of cheering from a few spectators, however, so they returned to their flashing machines and money-gobbling entertainment.
"For Boss Stella Di Mare Settimo!!" They cheered, the soundproof door had finally been closed, so that roar hadn't been heard. At least, not by the patrons upstairs. Stella Di Mare Generation Seven was ready to fight for their boss. To fight for their lives.
"Someone go get me Master Berncastille." Demanded Caricato to a subordinate near him while people cheered and rushed to and fro to get things ready. Stella Di Mare was ready to fight a war.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 5:05 pm
▶⎜Muraski Chou⎜◀ ⎦♰ ℜain Maker ♰⎣ ● ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ● Marusaki headed down the asiles, observing his surroundings. At that particular time, commoners had flocked towards the machines spending large amounts of maney on activities such as gambling and playing other games of chance such as poker or perhaps roulette. Men in tuxedos with pained faces sat half drunk at various bars spread throught the facility. Women in suductive slim fit dresses gamboiled about, on occasion accompanying a man whom had the look of perhaps owning a large corperation. Lights of many kinds decorated the ceiling, the flourecents blazing with great intensity. Murasaki held a bored look on his face. Sitting down at a table, a dealer asked if he wished to partake in the up-comming game of poker. Curtily he replied "Yes." Two other players gave a furtive look at Murasaki. He was also dressed in his tuxedo as well as his dress shoes. Sitting down without as much as a sound, Murasaki trained his eyes on the table. Disrupting the ongoing sea of dark green that was the top of the poker table, a card slid in front of Murasaki. The dealer at that point was handing out the cards to the respective players. Once that was accomplished, the game began. For quite some time did the players exchange cards. Near the ending point of the game, Murasaki and two other players were left. "Fold" said the man opposite to Murasaki on his left. The man on the right however was the one to set the bidding amount. "Bidding amout is currently at one thousand dollars. It is your move Mr.Chou." said the dealer, his voice deep and gruff. Murasaki's eyes remianed cold and unmoving, as if in a daydream and yet at the same time aware of the things currently going on in his surroundings. With a look to the man at the right, then to the dealer, he answered, "Raise, one thousand five hundred." The man on the right gave a look of astonishment, then it quickly morphed into one of pure irritation. Across the the table the man had muttered, "Cocky b*****d..." with a slight look of his cards and a look at Murasaki, he said "Call, one thousand five hundred dollars." The dealer nodded, his eyes remaining on the table. Extending his arms the dealer asked for both of the men to show their cards. The delaer anounced "Full House. Three Kings and two fives." There was an audible gasp from the audience, whom were made up of random passer by's, their anticipation evident. The dealer called out to Murasaki. "Your cards please, Mr. Chou?" Murasaki's lips curved slightly, then returned into oblivion stating in perhaps one of the most uninterested voices a human could make, "Five of Kind. Ace." The man across the table slumped in his chair, apparently disappointed at his loss. The by standards gave a low aplause, clapping softly at congratulating Murasaki at his victory. ● ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ● Droplets:
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:20 pm
k a i k o k u Å╬◄◄►►╬Å美容開国Å╬◄◄►►╬Å k o u f u [[FROM: [NYC] -- K'yon's Apartment]]
The limousine pulled up once more to the sidewalk leading to the stairs of the casino. The group of passengers wasted no time bidding their impolite farewells to their chauffer and raced their way into the casino. People watched, a bit annoyed at how they barged in, as if they owned the place. Like an odd group like this would have some kind of position of importance in a casino: a guy in a suit, a girl in a fancy “night-“dress, and a man who had been outfitted with a chef’s attire during his awkward voyage back to the casino.
If only these people knew.
Kai was right on K’yon’s heels as he snapped glances towards the patrons and players, though, Kai did not share in his efforts to ineffectively vent: she was perfectly content with all eyes on her. If only the situation caused for a different reason for the eyes to be on her. “Al.” Kai nodded towards a man in a suit who was seated at the bar. He spun in the stool, nudging the two on either side of him outfitted by suits as well, and motioned for them to follow to the doorway.
Once they reached downstairs, Kai spotted Caricato speaking with a couple of men, the rest were either rushing to or fro, no longer on their hides, playing poker and smoking cigars. They knew they had to get off their butts and onto their feet unless they wanted to die. By Kai’s hands, at that.
“Caricato-dono,” Kai greeted the man in a stale voice, her flirtatious attitude gone down the drain ever since the you-know-what hit the fan: her fan, to be precise. He turned to face the group of three guardians, K’yon standing in the front and both Kai and Caius on either side of him. “Glad to see you handled the business?” He was posing it as a question to verify that, yes, they had defeated their death-threat message.
Kai interrupted K’yon before he had the chance to speak. He would have probably raised his voice to inappropriate measures, anyway. “Yes.” She looked over to the two boys beside her, both taller than herself. “I’ll speak with Caricato. You two can go and find Rege and get the stuff ready.” She was speaking fluent English, watching Caius to see his reaction. He had originally perceived her as a blunt, Japanese woman who was rude and snide, and although she was that in pieces, her overall persona was completely different.
Well, maybe not completely.
Before they could object, however, Kai and Caricato had began to walk in the opposite direction, Cari’s massive hands tucked into his pockets, and Kai’s arms at her sides, flipping and closing her fan quickly. She was nervous, and no one but K’yon could tell that. It was a good thing that no one knew that, though, because then everyone else would have lost their wits.
“The Lightning Guardian?” Caricato pulled Kaikoku to a stop, who turned perfectly on a pivot and faced the man, eyes wandering over towards the direction of Caius before rolling back over to the agent before her. “Yes. Michiguri-kun found him.” “And the family’s about to be complete because we’ve got a Rain upstairs for you guys.” “Good. We need all the help we can get.” “Good to hear you say that, because I’ve sent for allies in Italy and Japan. We can’t fight a full-fledged war with this family by ourselves, even if we were the number-one ranked family in the world.” Caricato admitted the last part in a whisper. He didn’t want to damper any of the hitmen’s hopes.
“You don’t worry about fighting, you just worry about Adrien. If he’d hear you say that, he would have pistol-whipped you.” She said “pistolwhipped” in Japanese, and Caricato made a weird face of confusion which caused her to translate it into English. “Ah,” “Well, I’ll go get the Rain on our parade.” Her humor was terrible, even in times of distress.
In a flash, she had careened through the casino, finding herself, and her lovely, seductive attire, pressed against the shoulder of a very attractive, slender male. He seemed to be raking in the cake tonight.
“Hi~ I’m Lady Luck.” She looked down to Murasaki with warm, glossy eyes, half-hidden by dulled eyelids. “I want you to meet my family.” Before he could object, she yolked him up by the back of his clothes and dragged him through the casino, towards the door to the underground base. If he managed to wriggle free of her grip, then so be it, but anyway, he was going to go down those stairs; even if she had to kick him.
# ;; 785/785
@ ;; Apartment >> Base >> Lobby/Casino
# ;; 472/472 ;; 612/612 ;; 230/1541
∞ # ;; 0/7941 nube custodecharmrahc
charmrahc雲の守護者
c l o u d guardian
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:19 pm
▶⎜Muraski Chou⎜◀ ⎦♰ ℜain Maker ♰⎣ ● ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ● He had gotten foul glances from the other players that had participated in the game, particularly the one that had only just then lost to him. One man flicked his thumb over his nose, wipping it as most likely a sign of disrespect or perhaps a diss. Even so Murasaki held his ground, his face unmoving like a marble statuee only to murmur a word of gratitude from a random passer by. Barely under a whisper, a man had called out "****ing cheater..." The comment did not seem to phase Murasaki. Little did they know that they were totally right. He had done a few tricks up his sleeve. He had done a few angle shoots, maybe a collusion here and there but nothing to noticable nor outlandish. He did at one pointt or another did a few moves that would be considered a base dealer. If one would care to look, one would find a multitude of cards in the hem of his tuxedo's sleeve, all bound carefully in an automated dispenser. It was rather clever really, buit then again only Murasaki would reap the rewards of such knowledge and nimbleness. He ordered a martini, Murasaki, Tropical Islander Bash they called it. With that a waiter was sent scurrying off to the nearest bar for Murasaki's drink. He sat at the table awaiting the next game. A little smirk played his lips but faded once the waiter had brought back what Murasaki had ordered. Bringing the drink to his lips, a small volume was drained. From the glass the oders of Malibu Coconut rum mixed along with the scent of pineapple juice. It was then a firm grip had made itself way to the back of his attire and a voice of a woman introducing herself as "Lady Luck" , that is...after she had pressed herself against him. Murasaki had managed to place down his drink just in time before the woman had begun to drag him off to unknown where abouts. A light quizical expression played his face when he heard the woman say that she wanted to meet her family. The expression turned to that of boredum once again. He shook the woman off. Now free of the woman's grasp, he had a good look at her. Hair, brunet as it looked though gave off the feeling that it was dyed and was kept long. The dress she wore was indeed very suductive, as it showed of the woman's various features... Unruffling his clothes, making sure there was not damaged done to it, he followed the woman without as much as a word, though his visage looked a bit defiant with a tad of irritability mixed in. He ended up at what appeared to be an underground base. There was an air about the woman as he got the feeling that he was expected to step down the steps. Word formed at the tip of his lips. "Who are you?" he said as he looked at the woman, an unsure expression on his face. ● ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ ● Droplets: xxxx
Rain: xxxx
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