This is the front doors to the HQ of the Zaibatsu Palace. This is the front gates to the Head of the Zaibatsu and his trusty followers. The doors are usually locked up and can only be opened by the fingerprints of Zaibatsu Warriors.
_ Derek walked up to the front doors to the Zaibatsu HQ. Looking on the side he noticed there is a print scanner. Derek walked over and placed his hand on the scanner. After a few seconds, Derek was denied access. That's weird...oh wait, I don't show up in this time yet. Hmm...guess I'll just have to do a little intruding. Derek backed up until he looked over to the door again but instantly transported himself to the other side. Now to find the head-honcho... Derek walked up the steps and scattered around until he reaches the throne room.
Xenon made it to the doors of the Zaibatsu HQ. Ready to go and report in to Lord Six about Root's support in the war. The moment he got his hands on the codes and the door opened itself, Xenon felt a strong sense of power. It was familiar. He grunted and dashed towards the throne room as he clearly recognized who it was. Not again...running is not going to do me much good here.. Xenon jumped up into the shadows and vanished racing against time, making his way to the Throne Room.
Currently thinking: Those two...their powers are way too frightening.
_ Finally reaching the lands owned by the Zaibatsu, Derek wasted no time in leading his mother to the doors of the Zaibatsu. Here it is. He quickly placed his hand on the scanner but was denied access, coming to realize that he hasn't been old enough to reach access to the main building of the Zaibatsu. Dammit! Good thing I had this watch, seeing the batteries juice, I only have about 2 more jumps. I have to make these count...Mother come here quickly, hold onto me. His mother agreed and held onto her son as Derek clicked the button on his watch that allowed him to transport inside the building the first time he got there.
Upon making it inside, he looked around and grabbed his mother by the hand. Looking directly towards his mother, and held her hand. Mother, I have to go in a bit, but I can at least take you to the doors of the Throne room. But from there you have to stay where its safe. I have to go back and protect dad's company from destruction. His REAL company. His mother nodded as they both were getting ready to run, but seeing how doing that would probably waste more time, Derek came up with the idea. He knelt down to a knee. Mother get on my back, I'm carrying you there. His mother got on and Derek suddenly bursted out throughout the building.
OOC:
This post is in conjunction with the war between Doma and Zaibatsu.
yet again coming from the sky in a small pod only just barely large enough to hold him, 471 came crashing down from the sky popping out near instantly after the pod popped open, though instead of breaking down the doors or even hacking his way in as he could with ease, his hand extended formed a fist and firmly knocked on the door. "....hello?....I would like to speak to someone from the Zaibatsu...."
Trufflez comes back from exlporing the house and hears some banging on the door. Of course because of his nosy self he happily answers the door. "Zaibatsu residence how may I help you!" He says as he opens the door and looks at the person in front of him. "I have seen you before! On the rooftops right?!" He quickly opens the door wider as if it were his own house.
"ah...yes...I just need to speak to someone about this Zaibatsu....and I have a delicate situation in which honor demands a response...though that can wait for approximately three days in the mean time I wish to know about....well...whether it is a good thing or not to join this group and take part in its war effort....." he looked down at Trufflez a little confused, but just pushed the confusion away and continued to speak "...are you the one to speak to or can you lead me to someone?"
Trufflez pretends to think about it and just looks at the man before him. "NOPE I am not the one to talk to!" He grins a little too happily. "Of course you can come in and look for them yourself, I saw a woman named nora here earlier? I dont exactly know I am still exploring the house~" He walks away from the door and starts running back inside the house and starts giggling loudly.
"I see...." He steps inside and slows for a moment "....subject files say individual is known as Trufflez....delete local content relabel.....flamboyant....new files....encounter deleted base subject information altered....continue..." he walked in and continued as if nothing had happened entering to find someone who could accept him into the position. ~~exit into building~~
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 7:38 pm
uhmm sorry if i'm posting out of character or something elese , i will join soon so dont worry,. but i wanted to ask whats this guild about? what show or anime is it?
Coming in from outside after her encounter with her dear student Kouen, Nora quickly walked through the streets of their destroyed kingdom, still cradling the small cold infant in her arms. Her meeting with him kept playing in her mind. Did she do the right thing by telling him to go? She began to feel so conflicted, like she did back before the attack. It was sad to say, but apart of her was relieved it was over, knowing it had happened, and maybe now she could rest.
Nora was completely out of breath from hurrying inside, and the cold stealing her breath away. She knew there had to be more children out there, somewhere, just didn’t know where to look anymore, but at least the children they did find stayed safe and warm within hers and Ellie’s quarters.
Running up the steps she finally made it through the front doors, which themselves were damaged as well, and it took her body weight to push it open enough that her small body could slide through.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 10:56 pm
Kimiko von helson
This guild is as far as I am aware, an original idea. The current storyline is that an organization known as the Doma, under new leadership, has returned far more powerful than before and laid waste the Divine Zaibatsu.
Eleven stood just past the doorway shifting through the rubble scattered on the ground for a very specific object. Beside him a full table was floating, well almost full, it was missing one leg. Eleven continued to shift around the rubble for a while before he finally found the missing table leg. When he did Eleven carefully put it back into place. Then the table set itself on the ground as if it had never been damaged. He had slightly altered reality every time he added another leg to the table in order to completely repair it. That was how he believed they would repair the Zaibatsu, slowly and with great care. When every leg was ready the organization would be able to stand again. In truth he was only working on little things like the table to keep his mind distracted during the time he required for his power to build up again. About half an hour ago he had constructed a shelter for injured victims from the attack, the fifth one he had to make this week, and even it was becoming crowded. In his work to repair the empire he had expended a lot of power, power that had rebuilt entire buildings, but was still not enough. One key factor in his exhaustion was the nightmares he had every time he tried to sleep. That moment where he had killed his father haunted him a week after it had happened and it would continue to haunt him until he saw his father again.
This train of though was broken when Eleven heard the door squeaking open behind him. Turning to see who was entering he found only Nora, and a child. Normally Eleven would have made some kind of remark but he couldn't think of something to lessen the tension of what had happened and he knew she would find it hard to understand why he had not come to help them after the fight with his father so instead Eleven just returned to his small tasks. His newest one consisted of putting rocks back in the wall.
Nora fit through the door and when she did a piece of metal cut her arm, but it didn’t matter, it went away within seconds, but as she stumbled she laid her eyes upon someone she hadn’t seen in over a year. Her heart stopped for that moment in time and her breath no longer mattered, because it was gone. Was this real? Was she dreaming? She was sure she was, but when he didn’t randomly disappear before her eyes, she realized he was real. “Eleven—?“
Nora took a few steps towards him. The situation had become awkwardly silent between them. What did she even say to him? There was a lot she wanted to say, a lot she wanted to tell him. She wanted him to know she had gotten a job promotion, and her business had grown a lot, that she knew the invasion was going to happen but the higher-ups didn’t listen to her. His mom killed her and she somehow came back to life. She wanted to ask him what he had been doing, where he had gone. His journey. There was a bomb load of questions and hour long conversations she wanted to have with him, but this clearly was not the time.
“—I—I missed you—“ She forced the first smile all week upon her lips at that moment. Seeing him was the only good thing that had happened this week. She really wanted to embrace him in a hug, but the lack of showers because of the destruction, the constant moving of dead bodies and the fight surely made her dirtier than he was.
“How—How was your mission?” She asked adjusting the child in her arms. “I got your letter.”
When Nora came to Eleven he found her mind bombarding him with questions but very few she actually asked and he only responded to what she had asked because he was in no state to play the mind reading game. He was just tired. Numbered beings did have to sleep, they all had to sleep at some point but Eleven had not and it was wearing on him. Physically his hair was a bit shaggier, he had dark lines under his eyes and the eyes themselves were a little bloodshot. His suit was clean though, it was always clean. Eleven turned and forced a smile as he faced Nora, it was not that he was upset to see her he was just exhausted. Anyone who saw him help someone then asked him to help and over the last week alone he had been worn very thin. He was currently the only numbered being around that could help and people didn't let him forget it. He had even begun drawing power from the cryogenic orb Eight had given him so many many years ago before the first war.
"My mission? My mission... oh my mission... yes my powers are working properly again. It was... successful..." Eleven's smile faltered when she mentioned his letter. He didn't want to think about anything relating to his father but the letter was brought up and he could only attempt to avoid it. Fortunately, to his knowledge Nora did not know who gave her the letter. Eleven then picked up a rock and placed it in the wall like it was a piece of a puzzle. "How has your year... been?"
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