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 Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 3:59 pm
~::Okina Heights Traditional Inn::~
[Meeting Place of the Yatagarasu's Agents]
A traditional Japanese Inn on the outskirts of the town of Okina, it is far less successful and welcoming than the much higher-caliber Amagi Inn in Inaba; the service is generally bland, the owners aren't particularly welcoming, and the rooms are serviceable at best. One would wonder why such an inn would exist at all after staying there once or twice, aside from fulfilling the purpose of a place to stay for a single night when all other places were full...unless they were in on the place's oldest secret.
For years beyond count, and as long as the establishment has been standing, it has acted with the funding of...and as a meeting location for...members of the country's most secretive defensive organization, the Yatagarasu. Before there were estates for the Kuzunoha in the Inaba area, this inn served as an inn which catered mostly to these agents...welcoming them, discreetly keeping their secrets, and only adequately serving those who stay that are outside the group, discouraging too many repeat visits that might get in the way of the Crows' organization when they are in town.
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Though business has been slow of late, the summons of the Crows' top agents to the area has given this inn a chance to serve its original purpose once more; rooms are prepared throughout the one-story inn for those who would stay to assist in the final attempt to cleanse the city of its darkness.
It isn't pretty, but it's adequate. And to those serious about their work, it is all they will require. Quote: Part-Time Residents
[Rooms have been prepared in accordance with the desires of each resident, though none too extravagantly.]
Lobby and Main Concourse: Meetings, Conferences, etc.
Room 101: Riphal Edea
Room 102: Sieg Shimazu
Room 103: Futaba Kongiku
Room 104: Tear Hemels
Room 105: Dakota Curtiss
Room 106: Raven Gallen
Room 107: Ennea/Nero Iyokono
Room 108: Saizo Kirigakure-Iyokono
Room 109: Jun Otsuka
Room 110: Miran Froaude
Rooftop Tent: Malik Suna
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 5:14 pm
 Dakota Curtiss
A few hours had passed, and as the morning sun set in, Dakota opened his eyes.
"Well...that was a relaxing half hour." he mused, having sat on top of his bed without undressing. He stood up on his feet, testing his limbs and breathing. He would have had more time to sleep, but on his way through, he was assaulted by a....most strange individual. He glanced at his desk, a strange mask laid out on it.
The man had used a most peculiar form of attack, using various assaults that integrated poison, but with little regards to precise assaults. If he had encountered him in a more heavily populated area, there would have been a lot of casualties.
"Though, there was already significant Property damage." he mused to himself, before moving to his door, and pushing it open. The strange sheep had scampered off, likely upset at the death of his master.
My my though...Don't I have quite a bit to turn in. he thought, going back to tick off whom he'd killed. The Black Rider, Tenma.... The Strega Android, Kagemusha...and the Masked Messiah...Havok. He started to idly count up his bounty as he strode down, moving to meet up with the rest of the Yatagarasu there.
I wonder how everyone else made out.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 5:43 pm
General Miran Froaude, Froaude Clan of Fukushima
"Are you a man who will do what is necessary?"[Room 109]
"It's been too long; still, with all of us together, we might have a chance to..." the long-haired man mused to himself in the dark of the Otsuka Clan Head's room, a shadowy violet energy dancing about his hand as he turned it over and over, examining his fingers and the power that flowed along each of his digits into the ball of shadow power. If he had willed it, the power would have formed into one of his trademark shadow beasts, and he could have commanded it to do any number of things that he desired. But in rare moments off such as this one, he could simply look at his power and play, toss it around with the ease of a child's toy, and still occasionally wonder over the limits and abilities that he had yet to discover within the power's complete potential. One had to always be growing if they wished to become strong enough to change the future; one had to be willing to do anything that was necessary to defend what was most important to them. Their country, their home, their families...but in his heart, Froaude did not cherish his family and had never known a home consistent enough to become attached to. His life was dedicated to the protection of his country alone. His path was one of maximum efficiency at the cost of morality. Morality was weakness...a handicap. One had to make sacrifices...and that was where he came in.
His brilliant blue eyes seemed to grow violet in the light of his own shadows, but in an instant the power was snuffed out and his eyes shifted to the door, the sounds of bodies moving outside slowly alerting him to the presence of others within the inn-turned-Crow base. There were only a few of the assembled meeting of Clan Heads that he could say he had any real relationship with; he respected most of them for their power, though he considered a vast majority of them to be idiots. At the very least, they lacked the stomach to take the drastic action...to sacrifice. Riphal knew sacrifice...there was a reason Froaude could call him the Hero King with little irony in his tone. And Jun was learning, but...he shook his head, letting that dissenting line of thought fade away. He kept to the shadows. And he waited...any minute now the door would click open to this room and he'd be with one of the few people that he found to be particularly interesting. He knew there was a meeting soon, but he frankly didn't much care. His kills had been subtle and clean. Whether he told the others now or later, it wouldn't change that. And even with what they had done, there was still far too much to do...
...Their work was only beginning.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 7:25 pm
Jun Otsuka, Head of the Otsuka clan of the Sendai Region
[Room 109]  "s**t." A hiss escaped her lips as she unlocked the door to her room, the light scrape on her arm made by the chainsaw still hurting like a b***h. That last target had been annoying, to say the least. Both of them, if she was being honest. Why had she gotten the nutcases, again? One teasing and talking nonsense all the time...the other viciously attached to the Night Stalker, and somehow believed she was after the man, and not in the business sense of the word. The shark-teeth freak hadn't even cared that she was there to end her...only cared she wasn't anywhere near 'her love'. Seriously... if her men were half as loyal...Wait, no. She rather not have them being like that...and she was being unfair. Jun Otsuka didn't doubt her people, and when she had a reason to...she shaped them back in order.
Either way...Two targets down. Not bad for one night, if she said so herself, even if nothing would take away the foul mood she was in. She understood meetings should be early in the morning, but...today was the only day she would rather patch up, take a good, hot bath and just sleep in. Jun didn't even care how the others had done...not right now. They'd be able to boast about their killings later on, and she'd be able to snap right back.
The door swung open, and the tanned skinned woman froze in place, unable to ignore that she wasn't alone in the room. Her muscles tensed for a second, a mechanical response to ready oneself for some kind of attack, only to relax right there and then, recognizing the figure. Long, violet-blue hair the first feature she noticed, followed by the violet swirls dancing on his fingers. There was a look in bright blue eyes, almost as if he'd been waiting for a while now and was starting to grow impatient that made her scowl, as the woman closed the door behind her. "I knew I felt something dark when I stepped in front of that door..." the woman mused, her tone teasing as she walked over to the bed, taking the gauntlets off her arms. "Are you here to swap my pillow, just to screw with me once again?" Amber eyes turned to him, gleaming.
She was tired...but if there was someone she would always let in, that was Miran Froaude. He was interesting, to say the least; he brought out a part of her that wasn't for anybody else to see...even if he sometimes just drove her up the wall. There was a tension between them; every time she saw him, something just fired up inside of her...and it wasn't easily dismissed. If she was a weaker wench, she would have thrown herself at his arms already, just to cuddle close for a little while before the meeting. But, she wasn't weak, and she didn't need any pampering. Or that is what she wanted to tell herself. If...there was a way to just ease away her tensed shoulders though, well... she wouldn't say no to that, either. "How was your night, anyway?" Jun asked dismissively as she busied herself...removing dirt and dried up blood from her skin... She wanted to hear what he was doing in her room...even if she might have an idea...she always loved listening it from his lips.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 8:25 pm
General Miran Froaude, Froaude Clan of Fukushima
"Are you a man who will do what is necessary?"[Room 109]
Click.
He had sensed her footsteps and saw the shadow blocking out the light beneath the doorway before it had opened, but there was always something satisfying to seeing the strong, distinctly feminine frame of the leader of that barbarian clan from Sendai walking into a room. Few people could look as absolutely gorgeous and completely terrifying as she could when she wanted to be...and she was even more of both when she was angry. His lips curled in satisfaction as she noticed him there, but he barely offered her another straight-look as she fiddled with her gauntlets and began to scrub away the blood and grime from her fingers at the end of her mission. Oh, this game of cat-and-mouse was entertaining; she would pretend as though she didn't want anything to do with him and he would see right through her to what she really wanted. And she liked it that way, he knew. It's why she still let him come into her room the way that he did, why she didn't send him away the moment that she saw him in here, and it's why she was talking to him now, her back to him as if he were the least interesting thing in the entire room. His lips curled into a smirk; he knew better than anyone that there was nothing in the entire building she was more aware of than his presence. He stood from the table he had been resting against and began to circle the room slowly...his eyes watching her idly, predatory and blue, hair swishing gently over his shoulder. She looked tired, dirty. Tense. There were ways of dealing with that...but it wouldn't be any fun if he was so forward.
"Better than yours," he answered confidently and with a teasing smirk, eyes practically shimmering with teasing mischief as he watched her out of the corner of his eyes...shifting only a moment to the shaded windows before back at her, idly, "I can't imagine the head of the prestigious Otsuka having such a tough time with these easy marks. ...You must be slipping, my dear. Did you even manage to let them draw your blood?" Now he was just fishing to get a rise out of her, but he knew that her pride would definitely not let her ignore the way that he was getting at her. She was strong, dangerous, and every bit the capable leader of the Clan that everyone knew her to be. And yet his family had long made light of them, as hers had his own. Their family dispute was at the very heart of their relationship, an inescapable complication that had always made private moments like this one more difficult to find back in Sendai and Fukushima. This was different, though, this mission...their rooms were right next door to one another, at the very end of the hall...that he could visit her like this whenever he wanted and tease her was an opportunity too good to pass on. Of course, the delicate part would be to lead this conversation right where he wanted it to go...and end up with a softer touch from the beautiful clan head as opposed to a fist in the face.
"And here I'd come over to see if I could...entice you into a little one-on-one," his lips curled, coyly teasing as he closed in on her slowly, his circling reaching its natural endpoint, "But if you're too exhausted to play with me...that's too bad."
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:44 pm
Jun Otsuka, Head of the Otsuka clan of the Sendai Region
[Room 109] A bitter laugh escaped the woman's lips, eyes shifting back to the long-haired man for a moment, almost as if to warn him to watch his words right then. To say she wasn't in the mood for his teasing and poking at her would be an understatement. He was playing with a hornet's hive, and it wouldn't be long before he got the repercussions of such actions. Not that he didn't know that...she could even say he'd enjoy seeing her annoyed. "I don't mind getting my hands dirty..." the short haired woman answered between gritted teeth, her amber gaze falling on him, scanning him down to his feet and back up to his handsome face. "Unlike you, honey..." The Head of the Otsuka clan returned to her cleaning, almost as if ignoring the male in her room...though, he knew...and she knew...that wasn't the case. That he was poking at her abilities...implying she was having a hard time finishing off the targets assigned to her... it just made her blood boil. And if she was trying to keep herself under control...well...who knew if she was doing a good job at it... "Worried you'll get those clothes of yours stained, hm?" Turning back to face Fraoude, Jun leaned back against a wall, a dangerous smirk on her lips.
Her eyes challenged him back, almost as if daring him to poke at her more...to push her further. "Getting a little scrapes here and there is nothing to me. Though...you surely remember that, no, Fraoude?" She followed him with her gaze, her fingers curling into fists in an attempt to channel her annoyance...to play it cool. He enjoyed teasing her, yes... and if she was being truthful... she got a twisted pleasure out of it. Even if he really made her want to punch a wall at some of the things he said. The outcomes of all of their similar encounters, though... well... weren't all that violent. At least...not in that way. "So, don't worry about me. If anything... are you sure you can take a one-on-one with me right now? I'd be glad to show you a thing or two..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:24 am
General Miran Froaude, Froaude Clan of Fukushima
"Are you a man who will do what is necessary?"[Room 109]
"Why stain my hands and my clothes when I can kill my targets without?" the pristine-dressed man smirked as he stood before her, not missing the way that her fingers curled into fists and the tension seemed to worm its way through her body against her will...this mixture of annoyance and anger and pure, built-up tension and energy welled up inside of her in just the way that he liked to see her. He could tell that she was trying to play his game right now, teasing, tossing the words back and forth, but the fact that he had finished his three targets so easily while she had suffered the usual few scrapes and cuts was likely digging at her pride to no end. She knew that he wasn't the type to get dirty if he didn't have to, and it was something she would always try to get at him about. Unfortunately, it was a fruitless line of teasing; his subtle methods of killing and battle were a point of pride for him. He could do in the shadows what others could not...the head that he had claimed with such efficiency earlier, from the once-Rider of Pestilence was evidence enough of that. Amongst the whole of the clan heads, only Riphal was more likely to take that snake's head on their own, and none of the others could have taken it without a scratch. There was a reason Albert Wesker had been one of the Yatagarasu's most wanted for years now, and why he had always managed to avoid their capture until now. Most agents went at him in obvious ways, announcing themselves properly before aiming to take their justice out upon him; others were subtle but lacked the skill of a Froaude. Miran had both...the skill and the subtlety. And he wasn't the sort who let pride get in the way of doing a job that needed done by whatever means necessary. "I caught the snake in the shadows and let my beasts rip him to pieces as he squirmed; the cold girl and the boisterous bruiser from Strega never knew what had them before my wolves had their jaws around their throats. ...Doesn't it just burn you up inside...? Knowing that I can do in moments, with so little effort, what it takes you an entire battle to accomplish? That my techniques are so much more...efficient than your little 'Jet Engine'? My. Lovely. Jun."
Oh, he knew that he was picking at the right buttons now...playing at his superiority over her, pushing at the little red button she called her pride. His lips curled into a devilish smirk as he allowed himself to slide right into range of her fists, practically begging her to throw one at him to shut his arrogant mouth up once and for all. And he wished that she would...wanted to see her get fired up to the point of daring to take him down, that exquisite anger in her expression and the heat of her fiery passion aimed entirely at him. It was that killer look that drew him to her in the first place...the fight back in the outskirts of Oshu City, the way her cheeks flared red when she took a deep breath before throwing a kick...the way her eyes shimmered as she charged her power and dashed at him to throw one of her impossibly powerful strikes. 'The b***h Fist' he had once heard one of her techniques called, and it was just as powerful and frightening as the name implied. Even he had felt goosebumps letting it pass so close to his own skin, sensing that with a single inch or centimeter of miscalculation and she might have taken his head off entirely. Dancing with her like this, teasing her, was like playing with a fire that you could never full control...and yet, when he got her really going, when he could capture her for a few mere moments and pin her down, see that challenging look in her eye as she had now...oh, it made that precarious waltz all the more worth it...
"Oh, but I know you're not unfamiliar with a few...scrapes. Primitive as it might be," his eyes glimmered, the shadows pulling away at last to reveal a half of his pale face, his laughing, challenging smirk practically begging her to make her move already and get this silly teasing over with. It was written all over his face, the way he stood so close and challenged her so openly. He wasn't here to 'play'...he was here for action. "I'd be happy to show you a few more...refined techniques, of course. If you can keep up..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:07 am
  Al Azif and EnneaThe engine of the bike was surprisingly quiet, but perhaps Al had been a bit more influenced by recent events than she was letting on... Ennea had seen just about everything that had happened on that world, including Al's almost unbelievably over-the-top stunts. But then, that was how things normally tended to go. "These people are pretty good... mostly... but let me do the talking for a bit, okay?" Ennea asked. Al nodded a few times as she locked up the bike outside of the Inn - the heroine hadn't asked any questions when Ennea had asked for her to come along. She'd just gone ahead and done it, trusting that her friends had good reasons for doing things. Which, in fact, they did. And with that, Ennea calmly booted open the door, walked inside, held up a book, and smiled. "There's a point where practical jokes go too far. Next time, just use a cell phone, okay? And take Al out of this thing; she's harmless." Unless you were an evildoer, anyway, but as far as Ennea was concerned, Al held to the ideals of the Yatagarasu better than quite a lot of its members did. Maybe not quite so much in the 'keep everything a secret' part, but she'd never even seen the heroine hesitate when it came to helping others. She just did it, even when foes like demons were involved, because it was the right thing to do... and no stick-in-the-mud bureaucrats were going to cause trouble for her if there was anything Ennea could do about it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 9:52 am
Dakota Curtiss
"Oh, but then we wouldn't be able to see your pretty faces in person." a voice came from the side of the hallway, though likely not one she was looking for. He turned around with his arms folded, waving his hands at the two figures.
"You'll find we take all accounts of these things Seriously, milady." he added, a dark, mischievous grin on his face. "If it's something that would bring me all the way from my log cabin that I built with my own hands..."
His eyes scanned over the two infamous duo of demon and human.
"Then it's certainly no laughing matter."
He raised one of his hands to his glasses at this, pushing them up onto the bridge of his nose as he glanced the two over some more. True, the girl seemed mostly harmless...but as for the demon, Nero...
She would make a most wonderful addition to my train.. he thought to himself, as he let out a small chuckle.
"Ah, but where are my manners?" Dakota called, before bending down to his knees, bowing as one would do to someone with a much higher social class.
"My name is Dakota Curtiss." he called, in a mock regal tone. "It is truly my honor to have you two join us in this inn.."
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 10:30 pm
Jun Otsuka, Head of the Otsuka clan of the Sendai Region
[Room 109] Eyes narrowed. If one were to look carefully, they could even notice the slight twitch after each knifing word. Fire burned in orange orbs, furious flames flickering. Their families had always been at each other's throat...thinking of the other as the lesser fighter. Barbarians, savages, brutes. Those were the words pinned to the Otsuka clan...and Jun had always hated it. She took great pride in their strength; in her strength. They were honest fighters; they gave their all in a fight...even if it meant using claws and teeth...They defended themselves with everything they had, and they weren't afraid of getting hurt in the process. They took risks, they depended on their own power for their fights and threw themselves into the fray.. and being poked at for it just twisted the threads of patience in her, which were extremely thin to begin with. Slowly but surely, they snapped. One by one.
While they were brutes to the Fraoude...the shadow users were seen as cowards and lurkers by the Otsuka. Somehow, that they didn't have to move a finger to finish a job rubbed her the wrong way. Their two clans were complete opposites, and if she was thinking clearly, she would even say that his way of fighting was useful in occasions. She had even thought about it before: she respected Miran. They had their differences...she was fire and he was ice...dark...ice. And while they had their differences...well...they also got along rather well. He wasn't better than her.
So yes. It did burn her up inside. The worst part? He knew it.
A fist flew with great speed in an attempt to shut him up, even if at the back of her mind something warned her that this was exactly what he wanted. The problem was that she didn't care anymore.
Perhaps she was wrong... Perhaps the worst part was that she could feel her heart thumping quickly as she looked at those teasing eyes. That she could feel the warmth pooling on her lower abdomen, a switch turning, a button pressed. Her skin heated up, and she knew they were done with games in that moment. "If I can keep up?...I was the one saying that last time, if I remember correctly..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 7:48 am
General Miran Froaude, Froaude Clan of Fukushima
"Are you a man who will do what is necessary?"[Room 109]
Her fist was lightning swift as ever, but as certain as he had been that she would throw the punch in the first place, he was more than ready. Teasing her had always been so very much fun, and when she reacted in just the way that he wanted, it really...yes, he would have to say that he loved to make her angry. She was exquisite in her fury, the fist sailing at him with all the uninhibited intent to take his head off of his shoulders, and that look of annoyance shifting into beautiful anger made his blood boil with desire. A shift of his head allowed her fist to sail harmlessly over his shoulder, catching only strands of his long blue hair in its destructive wake; his fingers wrapped around the wrist and turned her in an instant, an almost-violent slam pressing the brutish leader of the Otsuka Clan back into thew all and his own, long, thin body pressed perfectly tight against hers kept her pinned there. She could struggle now, but without her power she wouldn't be able to remove him...and he knew that she wouldn't want to, no matter what her protests might have appeared to be. Dancing around it was fun sometimes, but there were also times when the two of them simply wanted what they wanted...and everything else was just window dressing that could be discarded at a moment's notice. And he was more than pleased to discard it. After all, they did have a meeting soon...
"Temper, temper...you could kill someone with those punches; not me, of course, but you know that discretion is the better part of responsibility..." his lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer to her, the ferocity in her face making him half-expected that if he drew any closer she would bite him then and there...but he closed in all the same, his warm breath tickling her lips and cheek as he neared her, "And with regards to...last time; you and I remember things quite differently. I seem to remember you crying out...over...and over..." His lips suddenly pressed against hers...firm, hard, no mystery in the desire that filled him as he kissed her before she could roar back at him, reigniting the affair that would burn both their families to the ground if it were to be revealed to the two of them. But their families weren't here, and none of the leaders lacked the discretion to keep it to themselves, nor dared to get in the middle of such a bitter dispute between them. One wrong word might lead to bloodshed amongst two major families. Discretion was...key. And it was something Miran Froaude had always been quite familiar with.
And it was with discretion in mind that a small serpent of black and violet shadow crept out of his ring as he kissed the girl, sneaking over to the closed door and crawling up to the handle, curling around the brass and biting down on the lock to click the door good and shut. The meeting hadn't started yet from what he could tell (if it had, Malik would have been shouting out his kills for the world and the sun and all its stars to hear), so they had a little bit of time. And...well, for this sort of fun, even the Hero King could wait.
...Time passed inside Room 109...
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 6:10 pm
Saizou Iyokono-Chosokabe "Hey, the entire neighborhood can hear you in there! Keep it down you two!" Saizou kicked the door to Room 109 as he passed, the two members of the Sendai region apparently getting to know each other a lot better than their dossiers claimed. He thought they were suppose to be to the brink of fighting to the death over their territory; but the tussle he and the ENTIRE ******** NEIGHBORHOOD heard was anything but. "You two had better not be ******** in there, because if you're ********, I'm gonna ********' kill you!" Saitou shouted again, slamming his foot against the door again before heading onwards. Honestly, he was here as part of the Iyokono, but if the arrangement was for him to share this damn Inn with the rest of them then it needed to have better than paper thin walls and a couple of gar-bliming ********' bunnies for tennants! He grumbled as he walked down the hallway and scratched his head, a painful pang already filling the thing. He needed some Demon-Tylenol...and maybe a sedative...and - "Oy, I said give it a ******** REST." Saizou shouted as he finally reached his own door and slammed the thing shut behind him. AND A PAIR OF ******** BODY BAGS, because I mean, COME ON. Was that the table they were doing it on? That was mahogany.
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 8:26 pm
Al Azif and EnneaWas that Saizou? Yeah, that was Saizou. Same delightful personality as always, which was probably inevitable, given how little some people ever changed. Also, he was still on the same floor, which made it that easier. "Ooooooy, Sai-ko, are you just gonna leave an old friend waiting?" Ennea called down the hall before turning her attention down to the man kneeling in front of her. Not that she really minded, but... "You can stop that now. Seriously, I'm just a part-timer these days."In the meantime, Al Azif had quietly entered the room behind Ennea, and looked fairly impressed at the gathering of heroic individuals who were committed to protecting Japan from the legions of evil and injustice. That was just so... freaking... awesome!
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 8:38 pm
  Aoko and Tsukiyo"'Sup, peeps? I brought the ghost." an entirely different newcomer said as she walked in through the doors of the in, a few big boxes stuffed into a bag she'd been hefting along. Aoko was not what would be thought of as a major agent of the Yatagarasu... she wasn't exactly powerless, but her magic was outrageously unpredictable even at the best of times, and she was on a sort of probation at the moment... as was Tsukiyo, her ghostly (and currently invisible) companion. Part of the restrictions on her involved showing up to see an agent every now and then, and she'd been given this address as a point of contact. Not that she planned on staying for very long, but she really didn't want these people coming down on her again... It was very easy to laugh at the Yatagarasu and assume that they'd fail... until you realized that they deliberately held themselves back, and if you pushed them far enough, they'd push back as hard as they had to. Do you think I should come out and greet them? "Maybe in a bit; they'll probably want to check and be sure, after all."Seeing a girl talking to herself probably wasn't the weirdest thing most people in the room saw on a daily basis...
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:57 pm
Jun Otsuka, Head of the Otsuka clan of the Sendai Region
[Room 109] Fingers brushed down her back gently and she couldn't stop the small sigh escaping her lips. Despite the interruption earlier (in which she threatened Saizo to rip his ******** head off if he didn't leave), the tan skinned woman felt completely at ease at that moment. She hadn't been wrong to think that the stress of the night before would just melt away...that the knots on her tired shoulders would relax...and that she would feel completely refreshed. Long, tanned fingers trailed over pale skin of an arm idly, a leg tangling with another...the woman stretching, almost like a lazy cat, after the energetic, rough and passionate activity they had just concluded. Silence fell over them, strange considering the teasing and slightly abrasive nature of their relationship. While she preferred to snap, speak loudly and clear, and being on top, figuratively and literally speaking...and he preferred teasing and poking at all of her buttons...it was in this moment, after the storm of electric forces, strong and hard touches... that she could lower her defenses and afford to look, in her own way, vulnerable...if you could really consider Jun of the Otsuka clan vulnerable at any moment.
Her breathing had returned to normal, her skin smooth once more now that the goosebumps had eased away, even if a thin cover of sweat still glistened on her dark skin...and now that the heat had come to pass...a tiny shudder, of a completely different kind, ran through her bare body. Idly, the woman shifted on the bed, rolling over to rest on her stomach, resting her arms on a strong chest, and her head on her arms. Amber eyes observed Froaude for an instant and Jun smirked lightly. If someone were to ask what this relationship with the rival leader of her clan was...she wouldn't have been able to answer. It was extremely simple...but complicated at the same time. If their clans were to find out...both would rise up in arms. And yet, somehow...she wouldn't change this for anything. Yes, she couldn't define or give a name to what she felt for this Froaude b*****d that at times just made her want to shut his pretty mouth of his once and for all... but... she felt something. She was attracted to him...and somehow, she knew she couldn't escape his clutches, even if she had wanted to.
"Do you think it is time?" She'd be lying if she said she had been paying attention to the time. More pressing matters had been at hand...and not until they had been completely satisfied had she remembered there was a meeting to attend...and that there was a world outside of these walls...and others were waiting. But...if she was being honest...she'd give anything for a bit more of time here with him.
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