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 Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 8:53 am
~::Bonfire of the Vanities::~
~::Courtyard, Nuri Estate - Residential Inaba, Outskirts of District::~
Over the last month, the town of Inaba has seen many of its larger gangs disperse, but also, it has seen a sharp increase in cultist activity, particularly in the growing number of Nyxists following in the teachings of their Messianic Leader Takaya Sakaki. Despite his recent relocation of the main Strega Cult to the city of Port Island, in his stead there are leaders who continue the activities of their group in the town of Inaba, in alleys, abandoned warehouses, even a church or two on occasion. Most recently, however, they have begun meeting in the home of, or in the courtyard in front of one of their more wealthy 'believers'.
...Tonight, Strega has been called together in the Courtyard of the Nuri Estate to begin a bonfire engulfing texts and materials from their former lives before this revolution...and a ritual through which they will express their beliefs and welcome new believers to their ever-growing sect. Cast in the light of this flame, their work in the name of the Goddess Nyx continues, taking a darker turn...one which will begin to shed light upon the true intentions of their leader in this rural haven.
What ritual are they performing, and for what purpose? Who will arrive to pledge themselves to the cause of Takaya and the Lady Nyx?
...Welcome to the Bonfire of the Vanities...
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 8:56 pm
 ~Hiromi the Nurse Senior of Yasogami High~
Hiromi walked onto the area, she could see the set up ahead of her. It was a rather large space, and there was a pile in the middle. Bonfire she thought to herself as she walked towards the center. She embraced herself from the night air, and looked around to see if there were any others. She the looked down at what she held in her hand; it was a photo of her with her mother and father, a family portrait. Because of her family she had to go through to many hardships, and she tried to find many ways to make life easier for herself. Maybe this group was the answer, maybe this group would be her... salvation. She placed the worn photo back into her pocket. where it always was, never leaving her person. Hiromi wondered who else would show up because apparently so far she was alone.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 9:22 pm
Blake Nakamura...  Blake the Avaricious... Blake was next to arrive, after having received the message, Blake came as soon as he could. His hood was drawn over his head and a serious glare was plastered on slightly revealed face as he walked up to the bonfire. the wind blew slightly as his hood and cloak moved to one side for a moment. he had most likely received the same message as everybody else but he was not fooled by the talk of 'freeing people from darkness and fear' he knew that these people were exactly the ones to be feared and who spread the darkness across the world. After having seen heard the information about the demons for Jo(shu) and having been texted the information about the demon appearing right after he left from Kai, Blake began to do research throughout the streets and the internet and the libraries. he was able to pick up some information on these people but not allot. The only thing he knew was that they had some form of power beyond that of a normal human, maybe it was a drug that boosts one's adrenaline to superhuman levels or maybe it was just some really high-tech guns but Blake also knew that if these strega members were one side of a two-sided coin..they would definitely be the darker side. Blake couldn't care less for where he got the power, just as long as he did eventually obtain it and now..after years of searching..tonight was the night! Blake said nothing to anyone and stopped in front of the bonfire, he held, in his hand, three books. One was a textbook, one was a scrapbook filled with all his sports highlights, and another was his personal journal..into which he had written how tired he was of living everybody else's lives and how much of a strain it was on him mentally and physically. Tonight was the night where that all changed..thanks to lady Nyx or whoever would show up.
Blake noticed that there was a woman there, it seemed surprising that one, such as herself, would look towards the darker of paths..or maybe she was one of the ones sucked in with a promise of a brighter future. either way, she was about to join the one family that she was most likely never going to be able to get out of..as was Blake. The only question was..were they ready to do the things that were required to be in such a family?
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 9:54 pm
 Malka Devorah The last month has been well to the soldier of Strega, in this time he had put him through vigerous training methods in order to grow in, it was a nearly suicidal method of training; this was proven once he asked Elke himself to try and help him within it. That was basically the last thing he would do in his life unless he had a death wish, apparently he did, but the training paid off. Malka had to obtain something that Elke had, speed, one of the qualities that made him a great fighter. Malka had the strength, maybe more, but his speed was a lacking progression. It was a weakness, something that he couldn't live by, the warrior must have no weakness at all or else he would be a loose end to the mission. And so before the rapist had to leave Malka was training with him, and the pain that came along with it....it was something that was not meant for words. Though the after result was shown on his body as the huge dark skinned man paced along the bonfire. Shoulders has two scar gashes about them, there was a cut going straight down his left eye, multiple scars across both his arms, and a large X gashing on his chest. Whatever happened was left unsaid, but even though his training was death written Malka made it through, feeling stronger....faster. He wanted to test it out so badly, but he placed the urges aside and remained in his calm serious demeanor. He looked onwards at the two figures showing up, a woman....a nurse of some sort, along with a boy with an unusual tattoo/scar on his face. Were they enlightened just as he was? Were they going to pledge their loyalty to Strega? If they didn't then Malka would have to crush them on the spot. He would do so if they weren't acting right towards him, or Kagemusha, and even the leader of the Inaba Strega forces. No one will disrespect a group of such...noble causes. The man stop his pacing adn faced towards the two, with crossed arms. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. The glare he was giving up was more than enough to transmit a message, do anything out of the ordinary and they will get hurt.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:38 pm
Kagemusha
Unlike his bulky new partner pacing around the bonfire, the reprogrammed android Kagemush was staying sort of far away from the fire and into the edge of the shadows. He felt like it was going to be a big crowd and if he was not needed right there on the spot then he would just keep it low and quiet. Some might say this is just a anti-social method that Kagemusha always had, but truly this would benefit him and the other memebers just in case things go wrong. If anything seem out of the ordinary in the view of the fire Kagemusha would be the first to react and attack, using the veil of the night to keep the enemy from suspecting that there were no more than two strega members in the courtyard. It had been a month worth since he was last seen in the outside world, Kagemusha was cooped up inside the base for the rest of his life. Unlike the other members who could go out and train, the android merely had to reconstruct his technology in order to be come more efficient. And that was what he was doing for the remainder of the month, recalibrating, installing, rearranging circuitry, adjusting systems, the works. All in the name of Strega, and the end of the Month it was time for Takaya to return back to the Tatsumi island, though Inaba would not be left uncheck; which is why he gave Kagemusha along with the others an order to stay. Now Kagemusha had a, sub leader, though he was not Takaya the real leader of Strega Kagamusha would listen to him nonetheless until told otherwise. Two people showed up in Kagemusha's view and as they did a little outlined of them appeared to the side, containing information of their body structure, nervous system, brainwaves, deciding whether their freind or foe. "Undetermined target confirmed.....threat minimal" spoke the android in a robotic tone. So they weren't enemies to the Strega faction, they were hear to make sure to be apart of it. Either way if the threat level rise up, Kagemusha would act without a moment's notice.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:47 pm
 Kira Nagisawa Kira Nagisawa in all of her cold delusional grandeur came waltzing in on the scene, shoulders pushed back with a pride that was hard tested for a rival. Immediately she found a spot next to Malka, not in the mood to socialize with the new initiates. There would be a time for that later. Currently however, no such interactions would be happening unless initiated by one of the little hopefuls. 'Hopefuls.' She sneered at them from the confounds of her mind, feeling quite nasty at the moment. Of course, she never really wasn't under a cloud of grumpy, but it rarely if ever showed. Instead, all any onlooker would see was a sheet of ice. Harsh eyes, expressionless face, ambiguous body language, calculated movements. Why, if anyone were to look, they could hardly be blamed for thinking she was under the influence of some sort of paralysis spell. She didn't mind waiting like that though, with such rigid control of her body and emotions, because although she lacked any real patience, she was excellent at pretending she possessed all the time in the world and then some, and that was satisfying enough to tide her over for hours.... Or... Totally not. In all actuality, she was huffing, puffing, and likely going to blow somebody's house down if nothing happened soon. All in her mind, of course. The outside was just as stony and lacking in expression as ever.
The entire previous month had been nothing but waiting, the occasional target practice, and... Well... Elke. But he was a constant in her life, it seemed, appearing regardless of times of peace or danger. A constant which was heavily repressed in the depths of her mind. No need to add to the waking nightmare that was his 'visits.' Acknowledging the problem, in this case, would really only make it worse.
Going back to... er... something (anything) else, Kira made a brief assessment of her current company. Under her count there were two - no wait, three strangers of whom she had never met, and Malka. Under the given circumstances it was likely that they posed no threat to her at all, and, given her restless mindset, that was as deep as the analysis was getting. Once the ball was rolling again, she was sure this troubling lack of concentration would pass, but for now she could only wait - something that Kira Nagisawa, as mentioned before, did not enjoy.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 11:27 am
Chokichi Miyaki
Chokichi walked into the area, hands in his pockets. Partly because he saw that girl - Hiromi - and partly out of interest. His eyes settled on the fire a moment, wondering it's purpose. In his pocket was a picture of Kaminari...she was starting to hate him now, he was sure. They fought a lot these days. Maybe this group would help things.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 12:16 pm
 Kouichi looked around at the group gathered at the party fidgeting uncomfortable as he shifted the pack on his back, sliding it to a more comfortable position. He had come out here out of curiosity, all these crazy things were happening around Inaba... attacks, places being demolished, strange creatures, it was almost too much for a sane person to handle. But then these guys came about, offering a chance to be free from the fear? Any logical person would take the chance on it, and thus here he was, with a bag full of some family photos, his three favorite books, and his journal. He shifted slightly looking around slightly worried however as he was still a little uneasy about the situation... he hoped this unease would change when this thing actually started... Until then, Kouichi approached the bonfire, setting his sack down next to it and sitting down, feeling the warmth wash over him, slightly comforting him as he watched the flames stir about, licking at the air.
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Hopeful Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 1:28 pm
 Val made his way to the bonfire, looking around as he stood. Plenty of suspcious looking characters there, but it didn't matter to him.
Despite his own thoughts, he had been wrong in assuming his brother would come here, in search of power.
His brother...
He lifted his hand to reveal a closed locket in it. The thing that gave him the most worry of all...
The thing that was most precious to him. Though he wasn't sure what the reason for having it was, he assumed it wouldn't be good.
Either way, he had to be here right now. To keep his brother from making a mistake.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 2:41 pm
♛♚Daigo Umehara♚♛
 Daigo sighed his bored little ex hero sigh. What a bore this place was why was it that the great prophet commanded that they induct so many new members... So many pathetic little cretins he wished he could just crush them under his italian patent leather boot heel... No that would be too dignifying. Daigo looked out into the crowd and let out another breathless sigh. Reaching into his pocket he procured his silver cigarette case and lighter. His long thin fingers plucked a cigarette from its holder carefully and then placed it lightly between his lips. This was certainly not going to be so entertaining... Flicking the lighter open he lit up and then hid the lighter back in his pocket. The black haired ex-hero sucked in a long stream of smoke before letting it waft out of his lips into the cool night air. What a bore...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 3:42 pm
 Kouhei Oosawa aka "Greedy Cervantes"
=================================================="What're we waitin' on?!" an impatient voice bellowed from one end of the fire, breaking the inexplicable silence that had fallen over the courtyard. Weren't like, they supposed to mingle or something and get to know their 'brothers' or whatever they were supposed to be in this cult thing? If everybody just stood still and kept their thumbs where the sun didn't shine, it wasn't going to do them any good...and it was bloody boring! Man, if he wanted all this boring, fraternity of silence crap he would have stayed in that biker gang...this was supposed to be an answer, though! He was tired of fighting and scrapping for peanuts with some losers on wheels, and this cult was growing all over the friggin' country form what he had hurt. What they said, what they stood for...yeah, that was all well and good and everything, but what he really came for was the company, some beautiful women like the pink-haired dish standing on the far side of the fire (religious chicks were always pretty cute), and of course, the food! If there was one thing that Cervantes knew about cults it was that they took care of each other, and that was the type of thing he could deal with. Drinks, food, he could put up with a little annoying prayer every now and then...Hell, if they closed their eyes he didn't even have to lip sync the words. But what he couldn't stand was standing around like morbid little mannequins waiting for something to happen. ...Hell, who could?!
"Is this Prophet comin' out here, or is this all some big crock? Cause if he ain't comin', I'm not wastin' my time standing around with you morose bastards," the former biker bemoaned loudly, if for no other reason than to stir up some conversation. Hell, even if one of these overly-religious bastards started a fight it would be more interesting than standing there. Lady Nyx or whatever the Hell she was be damned.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:08 pm
♛♚Daigo Umehara♚♛
Daigo had been content to stand off to the side smoking until his lungs turned black or the world came crashing down around him in the splendid silence of the cockroaches... but then again it was a wishful thought that they would stay silent. Tossing his eleventieth cigarette butt from his mouth to the ground Daigo stepped out of the darkness and into view of the stupid loud mouth who decided to ask questions. tch... idiot. he thought to himself as he placed another cigarette in his mouth and lit up. Taking a long drag Daigo warmed his vocal chords. "Would you kindly..." The black haired hero spoke from the corner of his mouth around the cigarette and as he spoke smoke trickled out of his mouth. "shut your big mouth..." Daigo let the rest of the smoke out and tossed the cigarette down to the ground and snuffed it with the heel of his italian leather shoe. It may not have been evident but this was Daigo being as nice as he could. He spoke, which for Daigo, was the greatest honor he could give this knuckle dragging neanderthal.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:09 pm
~Hiromi the Nurse Senior of Yasogami High~
It had seemed like she was the first person to arrive to this event, but now as Hiromi looked around the area of the bonfire she saw many new faces of people who were just arriving. She wondered who they were, and what reason they had for coming here, if they were like her reasons or completely different. She felt somewhat secluded, there was a man and a woman standing next to each other, they seemed to be keeping an eye on everyone else. Where they already members of this group? Hiromi could only speculate about the people here, but she tried to keep her mind from wondering off. She was slightly startled when a tough looking biker guy shouted out questioning what they were waiting for, she slightly agreed with his words, though she definitely would have worded it differently. She watched as a dark haired guy came out from the shadows and told the loud biker guy to shut up, Hiromi called out in reply. "We all have our reason for coming here right? So if your reason is strong enough don't you think a little patience is needed? They will appear when they want to. But if you have other pressing arraignments, is anything stopping you from leaving?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:40 pm
Kouhei Oosawa aka "Greedy Cervantes"
==================================================He was pretty sure he was just saying what over half the people in the room were probably already thinking...this place was useless if there wasn't anything going on, so why stand around together with your lips zipped up tight singing a psychic kum-baye-ya around the bloody campfire or some s**t? Of course, nobody else really had the guts to just out and out say that they were bored, that this meeting was stupid if the guy they came to see didn't even show up, so he half-anticipated somebody stepping up to him and saying something smart about it. Looking at it logically, it made sense that the chain-smoking punk over near the wall of the estate would be the one to say something; he had the look of a washed up, low-rate banger who couldn't make it so he took up a life off the streets instead. Tight-a**, was all he could think as the guy stepped up and spat out his cigarette butt, snuffing it out with his pretty little shoes. Of course he wore designer crap...of course he didn't like somebody like Cervantes commenting negatively on his fancy little cult...probably had the silver spoon shoved so far down his throat from the moment he was born he didn't even have a gag reflex anymore. His boyfriend probably loved that. "Why? What are you gonna do about it if I don't?" he asked, though he honestly didn't put as much energy in it as you might have expected for it to be challenging. Truth was, he really didn't care to fight. He was just pushing some buttons for the Hell of it. Trollin'.
"Tch...I hope this ain't that kind of nancy, sensitive group that can't stand a little action an' just stands there with their hands in their prissy little robes waiting for some God to save them," he muttered, brushing past Daigo towards the front of the fire where the older members were waiting, just moving around to get a feel for things. If nothing else, he got the kids talking...small victories, or some s**t like that. Now if only that Prophet would show up, or people would start talking...Hell, he should have brought some booze, maybe lightened these kids up a bit. They were in a cult, for f@#$ sake, who was really going to say anything about underage drinking. Missed opportunity...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:58 pm
Chokichi Miyaki
The teen rolled his eyes at the other guy's comments on the silence. "Then ******** go somewhere else if you don't like it. Ain't this supposed to be something serious or whatever?" he said, crossing his arms as he looked at the other male.
The guy's personality bore a strong resemblance to the guys he hung out with in Port Island. Chokichi's old territorial habits were trying to get him to pick a fight, but he remained where he was.
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