"When you think of the long and gloomy history of man,
you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience,
than have been committed in the name of rebellion."
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xxxxxxx The docks were quiet tonight, the sound of seagulls cascaded around the Cargo Area as they flew around and perched on crates, not expecting what was to happen. The Docks were empty, all the employee's had gone home, except one. Enter Yukimura Sanade, a manual labor employee of the Matou Docks with a bone to pick with his employers. Yukimura was wearing his work clothes, wiping his oily hands off with a cloth, he was wearing a white tank top that was stained with oil and dirt, and had a blue jumper, wearing them as pants and tying the arms around his waist. He had black hair and had a tint of Hispanics in his facial features, residing on his chin, was a small goatie as well, he glanced at his watch regularly, he was waiting for someone, the man of the hour. Beside him was a brown suitcase, unlabeled and unmarked. He leaned up against a cargo crate and glanced around, 'Damn what I'd give for a smoke...' Yukimura thought as he trailed off in his head and he stared off into the distance.
"You look like something is bothering you Yukimura." A mild and upbeat voice pecked into Yukimura's ear, the voice was comforting and lively. The laborer turned to see the man he was waiting for...
Enter Okabe Kurokawa, or better known as "Pheonix Investor" the millionaire, philanthropist, ghost of Japanese and American stocks. At least that's what had ever been leaked about him. Okabe was extremely good at keeping his knot's tied, tight and firmly. OKabe had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, however you'd be lucky to distinguish it with his sunglasses on. He wore a white buttoned shirt, and a black blazer over it. He had blue jeans on and a brown belt with a cross as the belt buckle. He stood in front of Yukimura with an arm extended to him, in his hand was a pack of cigarettes. "Take one, it'll set you on ease. I see you're nervous, am I correct?" asked Okabe.
Yukimura looked at Okabe and was still a bit stunned he was snuck up on so easily. He reached out with his hand and grabbed a smoke, about to pull out a lighter. "You are correct, I've never done deals like this before Mister uhmm..." Okabe was already able to put his pack of smokes away and flipped out his zippo. It had a symbol of fire, and the kanji on the other side for fury. He opened the lid and snapped the igniter all in one movement and held it at head level for Yukimura. "Thank you, Koga." Koga was the other alias he gave people, when he didn't want any future connection. Yukimura leaned forwards to the flame, and breathed in the foul smoke of the cigarette, he almost gagged and coughed out a lung, Okabe only smiled and lit his own from a different pack. "*cough cough* Agh, You smoke a hell of a brand."
Okabe smirked and looked to the edge of his sunglasses at Yukimura, a dark sense almost invisibly leaking into his words, unnoticed by Yukimura. "Yes, they tend to knock you on your a** if you aren't a regular smoker." Okabe said as he then took a puff and let out a large smoke cloud.
"I think that's taking it *cough*, lightly Koga-sama... haha." Yukimura said smiling to his new employer, he wanted to make pleasantries with him so he'd get more jobs, however his boss had other plans. Something flooded into Yukimura's head, a storm brewed and he fell light headed... was it the smokes?
Okabe stood under a lamp in the Cargo area in arms reach from Yukimura. "I suspect you brought what I need."Okabe said with a smile reaching into his own coat to put away his lighter.
Yukimura put the cigarette in his mouth, trying to be polite to the very wealthy and powerful man before him, he wanted to finish it, no matter how bad it tasted, he had to get in the loop with Koga, he was a pool of cash, waiting to be stirred. He squinted as he took in some and continued on, "Ye-, yes of co-urse. It's all in this case, all of the-.." Yukimura was finding it hard to focus all of the sudden, smokes gave him a head rush sometimes, but this was ridiculous.
"I'll stop you there, I know what'll be in it, I asked for it didn't I?"Okabe said to Yukimura, now seeing a struggle in his posture.
He paused and felt like a fool, hesitant, he rolled the suitcase over to the side of Okabe and then stood up straight, swaying a bit. "And m... My money?" Yukimura muttered.
Okabe looked at Yukimura, the man would die soon, all that was left would be disposal, really didn't exist in any mainframe or system in Assiah, so he didn't have to work to hard to do so. Okabe had administered a shot of Demonic Energy and Magic into the mans system, to someone that was looking for the odd things out of a situation, one would point out Okabe pulled out two packs of smokes, one for him, one for Yukimura. Out of ideas of spy movies and basic thought of people thinking they know what wrong, they would identify the smokes as the culprit, however it was not the case. Okabe's true shadow... was that of someone much more darker, it was the lighter and the flame it produced. Okabe chose to poison the man with his demonic energy, anything hot or on fire was in his mind, an extra limb. Killing Yukimura with a small spark was easy, with a lit smoke, all he had to do was make sure he was still inhaling. Once the cigarette was lit and brought to the mouth, a user could die within seconds. He nodded to the man and reached into his coat grabbing a envelope full of cash. He held it out for Yukimura to grab, but his steps were wavered and he reached forwards, but rather began to fall.
"Wow! Slow down cowboy."Okabe put out his arms and caught Yukimura as he was about to fall, he swung one arm over his shoulder and left the case where it was, he put the money back in his jacket. No one would take it, no one could take it even if they tried. "Almost fell there, hey lets go to the water, talk about business." Okabe walked the man to the edge of the Docks, to the water and looked out to the beautiful moon cascading onto the water. "If only you and every other person in True Cross knew what was coming... maybe you'd still have time to run." Glancing over, he saw Yukimura, his smoke hanging from his lip burning away, but no sign of breathing. Okabe smiled and like a child who'd grown old of a toy too quick, simply let go and Yukimura dropped and fell to the Dock's, the cigarette falling out of his mouth. Okabe placed his foot on the mans ribs and shoved him off the side of the dock. The manual laborer was shoved off and fell to the water below, left to drown to death. When people find him in the morning, they think he'd fallen off, if nothing in the water had gotten to him. Okabe looked down at the man floating upside down and then a smoke on the ground caught his eye, a half burnt smoke laying on the docks. "Pleasure doing business with you, Sanade."Okabe smiled at it and the embers at the tip began to burn bright and in a quick flash of fire, as if it was manipulated, burn the entire cigarette, leaving only ash.
Okabe chuckled to himself and turned, walking over to his suitcase, he began to wheel it behind him. Okabe Kurokawa was not who this man truly was, it was just a stage name he used, who he really was... would come in time. Okabe exited the Matou Docks, he was headed to the place he was staying for the time being, then afterwards.... things would spice up. [/exit]
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xxxxxxxxxxx - - - - "I don't count my money cause I always know I'll have enough, I just spend it." - - - -
"I'm going to put a bullet through your skull and drain you dry."
It was night time, and the darkness brought with it a cool breeze that ruffled the hair of the young man who stood near the sea. The air was filled with the smell of salt, but the smell of dead fish was also in the air. It was enough to ruin any mood that someone was in. Kenji stood on the docks facing the ocean as she listened to the waves crash against the side of the concrete below. The wind continued to blow the sea into the man's face, which was welcomed to block the smell of the fish. His white gloved hands were tucked away into his black suit pants, while his two prized Berettas were hidden away in holsters on each of his hips. A few feet away behind a storage bin, the legs of a dead person could be seen sticking out. One would think there would be a lot of blood on the scene where the dead person laid, but there wasn't a drop.
Kenji was assigned to kill a rather interesting target this night. It was a regular, non-possessed human that posed a threat to the Vatican and True Cross. The young man wasn't sure how this person posed a threat. He monitored them for a full five hours, and the only thing Kenji was able to learn was that she was a member of an organization within the city. If Kenji really wanted to, he could dig up his victim's file in the Vatican and see why she was such a problem. However, sometimes it was better if Kenji truly didn't know their reasoning. It would be better if he just believed they were a threat to the Vatican, True Cross Academy, and himself. It got him through his work easier. He never had to kill any one yet that proved not to be a threat, but sometimes a killing didn't sit right in his gut. He knew, though, that the Vatican was here to protect humans, even if that meant protecting them from themselves.
The wind stopped blowing only for a few seconds, and Kenji could feel the dried blood on his lips. He stuck his tongue out only a little, and ran it around the outside of his lips, getting rid of the remaining blood. There was no Qi or special powers to be gained from draining the human, but killing her by draining her blood wasted none of his Qi or any of his bullets. Plus, he was feeling hungry at the time. He would have to go back and devour the rest of the body, but he wasn't sure how good it would taste after laying out in the sea air so long. Maybe he would just dispose of the body in another way besides eating it. Kenji's right hand came out of his pocket, and he used three fingers to push his falling glasses back into place. Truth be told, Kenji was kind of embarrassed of his glasses. Being the best Dragoon in the Vatican and needing glasses was odd indeed. Though, when in his Dragoon mode his eyesight became better than human. However, just standing there on the docks looking out at the sea, he needed his glasses. Kenji's hand came down from his glasses and was placed back into his pocket. It was a clear, beautiful night to be near the sea, but definitely not near the fish smell.
Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 9:08 pm
From a distance the sound of running foot prints echoed through each wave as men and women in black holding rifles took positions around the area. A man wearing a crimson suit slowly walked through the bunkers and towers of water that was being harbored in the containers. The man came to a stop as the light smell of whine came from his aura; red. He looked down at the body that looked as it was ripped apart by some sort of beast. Looking over to Kenji’s back the man placed his hands into his trouser pockets and then brought out a lighter and a small box of cigarettes. Tapping the box on his right wrist lightly a white stick with a tan butt was summoned from the box. Moving the cigarette to his mouth while holding the box, the rather tall man pulled the stick free and then lit it with the lighter before returning both of his hands to his pockets. His cold aqua eyes looked at the back of Kenji’s head and then sounds of metal clicking together as the men and women prepared their weapons.
Laser lights took on the area aimed at Kenji in such a way that if he moved towards the man in the red suit he wouldn’t get out of it unscathed. But the man raised his left hand causing the lights to vanished and then motioned to pull the cigarette from his mouth. Exhaling the Tabaco in a light wave, he tapped the top of the stick and returned it to his mouth before taking another drag and repeating the process. ”Mr. Sakamaki, is there a reason why you left this mess here? You know how I feel about dirty jobs. If you’re going to use that demonic like talent of yours I expect you to clean up after yourself. I’d hate to have you killed by mistake as a demon than to offer my hand to you as your friend and partner.”
The man who spoke was the leader of the Barthomeloi family; Ignazio Barthomeloi the first, he was a man of power in both the normal world and that of the Exorcist. The Lord of the Barthomeloi took a few steps forward and walked over the bloody mess before tossing his cigarette into the ocean. ”Is something bothering you Kenji?”
"I'm going to put a bullet through your skull and drain you dry."
Kenji heard the footsteps of the decorated men and women as they ran closer to his direction. There was only one man who knew where he was at and would have that many body guards with him. The sides of Kenji's mouth turned up into a smile as he listened to himself being surrounded. Of course, it wouldn't be hard to surround him at the docks. Half of his get away area was the ocean. Not that he wanted to run, but the odds were stacked against him if he needed to.
Kenji's head raised to the sky to stare at the multitude of stars that decorated the blackness. He closed his eyes and felt the cold breeze upon his face as he listened to the sound of the body guards' guns raise and point on him. Even a small metal sound of loading a bullet in this open area would echo back to his ears. He knew the guns were pointed on him, because there would be no reason to prepare and raise guns on anyone else. There was no one else in the area besides Kenji and his superior. Well, there was a blood drained woman, but she wouldn't be telling any secrets anytime soon.
Kenji's head lowered and his eyes opened as the head of the Barthomeloi and the General of the Southern Flames took a stance beside him on the docks. His smile did not fade away, and he continued to look out at the sea. He listened to his partner talk, complaining about the corpse Kenji had left. It was true, Kenji normally did a cleaner job than the one he just finished. Kenji's hands came out of his pockets to reveal his clean, white gloves. He raised is arms and shrugged his shoulders in an "oh well" kid of gesture. "I'm offended, Lord Barthomeloi. I thought I was your favorite body guard." Kenji was of course talking about the multitude of people that had followed Ignazio the first with quite a selection of weaponry. Kenji knew that he always practically had an army with him, but on rare occasions it was only Ignazio and Kenji. Sometimes a large number of people got in the way of a sensitive mission, and all the General of the Southern Flames needed was the most skilled Dragoon at his side.
Kenji placed his hands back into his pockets as he watched the head of the Barthomeloi throw his cigarette into the ocean. Kenji hated littering, but he would never bring up a trivial argument with his superior. There was no reason to start a fight. "Her blood was thick from the fats she had ingested at the bar. I got full fast. I'll take care of her soon." Kenji then looked over at Ignazio the first and winked with a smile saying "Promise." Kenji was probably the only person who could act less serious around the Barthomeloi lord and get away with it. They had been through a lot together, and either Ignazio the first enjoyed his company or had to unwillingly accept that that was how Kenji was. It was more than likely the latter. Though, the Lord had to tolerate him to some degree. Kenji had stayed in their mansion a few times in the past.
Kenji looked back at the sea, avoiding the question about how he was feeling as long as possible. Was there something bothering him? He wasn't entirely sure. He just killed another human female and he didn't know why. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to know why. It seemed like he was doing a lot more human killings lately than demon killings. Maybe that was what was weighing on his soul. He couldn't be sure. It wasn't his place to question. "It's nothing, Ignazio. I'm just getting a little tired of fatty human blood and flesh." Kenji was very respectful towards his superior, but when speaking about personal matters, he often called him by his first name. This seemed to make the conversation, well, more personal. Sometimes it bothered the Lord, but sometimes he just let it slide. Maybe he was finally getting used to it.
Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:02 pm
The Barthomeloi head looked at Kenji and then smiled slightly before chuckling, the guns from the men and women dropped as he turned his back to Kenji and began to walk in the opposite direction. ’Favorite body guard, more like my only trust worthy one.’”Clean up your mess Kenji, and get back to work. Starting tomorrow I’m transferring you for a little while over to the Academy. There is a student I would like you to look into before he gets himself into trouble with Umbrella. All we have to go off of is a phone conversation that was traced back to the Academy and a picture of him meeting with someone from the corporation. I took the liberty and had the information placed in your hotel room already.” The man spoke dryly before coming to a stop and turning around and looking at the young Exorcist before his eyes went cold and into a deadly stare. ”There is also another rumor I would like you to look into while you’re there. The current headmaster, is a fool and has hired a few demons as instructors, normally we would provide an investigation around the demons and check them out thoroughly but someone overridden that protocol, so check out these demon instructors and make sure they aren’t conspiring. The last thing we need to have happen to Assiah is another Blue Night or even another spawn of Satan be born under our noses and hidden from us. The one we have on record now, is just a brat, keep him in line too and make sure he doesn’t reveal himself as Satan’s son, we don’t want to have a wide spread panic either. You have permission to kill him if he does reveal those flames. Understand? ”
"I'm going to put a bullet through your skull and drain you dry."
It seemed as though Lord Barthomeloi decided that it was time for him to take his leave. That was the problem with your superior being the second in command, he was always busy and being pulled in different directions. The only times they actually got to speak as friends were the nights or days before a big mission, and that was kind of depressing. Having an actual conversation with one of the few people you consider a friend only hours before you might die.
Kenji turned his gaze away from the crashing ocean and looked at the General with a gaze of curiosity. One of his eyebrows was raised and his lips were pursed. The situations that were explained to him were strange indeed. A student in the Academy was holding secret meetings, and with a cooperation like Umbrella. Kenji couldn't stand Umbrella, and for a student of all people to try to hide his interactions with them seemed rather dangerous for all parties involved. That was at the bottom of Kenji's concern, though. His biggest worry was the fact that True Cross Academy hired two demon professors. Two demon professors. Nothing good could ever come from that. It was obvious that either the Headmaster was an idiot like Ignazio said, or he was under demonic persuasion. Either way, this was something Kenji would have to check out for sure.
Kenji was already aware of the Son of Satan being a student at the Academy. He also knew of the other half-demon in the school who was the Daughter of Amaimon, but since she was good about hiding her presence and powers the Vatican hadn't taken much of an interest in her...yet. Kenji sighed after Lord Bathomeloi finished his list of jobs. His right hand then came out of his pocket and he scratched the back of his head as he spoke. "Man, when did I get stuck with all this baby sitting..." Kenji didn't care to go to the Academy for missions, but it seemed as though there were a lot more naughty students this year then there had been in a long while. Usually only a hand full of exorcist students make waves in the Academy every ten years, but it seemed as though this semester of students were the problem children.
Kenji's hand then dropped from his head and fell nonchalantly at his side. His other hand stayed in his pocket as he faced the head of the Barthomeloi house. He knew that if he was going to the Academy then the Lord may have some...personal family business for Kenji to look after that the Vatican did not order. "Do you want the same old same old reports about your son?" Usually if Kenji ever had a mission at True Cross, Lord Barthomeloi would order him to observe his son and report back. Kenji didn't like to do that, but Ignazio the second never had anything bad to report. Kenji saw no harm in reporting his excellent progress through the school.
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 4:31 pm
The man turned and looked away from Kenji as he mentioned his son, a child that he wanted to succeed but it wasn’t worth much if his sister was not only older but better at everything. At the rate the young Exwire was going his sister would be the one to succeed the family and not him. Ignazio began to walk into the darkness having his body swallowed whole by it as the men and women began to run off the metal roof tops and canisters they were positioned on top of. The man waved his head saying goodbye to Genji and left him saying a few last words in response to speaking of his son ”Ignazio, has yet to figure out the meaning of the word Barthomeloi, he’s still young and until he has discovered Barthomeloi is more important than Ignazio, he’s not important to me or any use. Until then, do what you think is right with him. Just don’t make a full report on him.”
With that the crimson color of the man’s suit was gone and his presence was also gone as he reached a limo and entered it before the car took off in a speeding motion for the city. Leaving the docks and Genji to himself and the sea.
"I'm going to put a bullet through your skull and drain you dry."
Kenji sighed as he raised a hand in the air, signaling safe travels and good luck to his partner in crime. Kenji's hand dropped and slipped back into his pocket, as he was left alone with nothing but his thoughts and the sound of the ocean. Well, there was the dead mutilated body over in the distance, too. He would get to that soon enough.
Kenji honestly couldn't stand when the Barthomeloi Lord downed or disapproved of his son. Maybe his sister was a little further along in school than Ignazio was when she was his age, but she also didn't have to deal with the death of her mother at such a sensitive age, either. Plus, Ignazio had tamed a rather high ranking demon for his skill level, which was impressive in itself. Kenji had a very supporting father and a mother who was still alive. To see Ignazio come from such a broken and abusive family really hurt his soul. He couldn't say why, maybe it was because he understood how important a family structure was. Kenji's father and mother were even supportive of his relationship choices, and he knew that the Barthomeloi Lord would not be happy if Ignazio refused an arranged marriage. Kenji knew with the tensions high in the family and a very unsupportive father, Ignazio's path to follow on to the Vatican would be very, very low. Kenji didn't care if the young up and coming Lord worked alone as an exorcist away from the Vatican, he just had to make sure he didn't turn against all of humanity because his father was...well for lack of better terms...a d**k.
"Well, I better finish off this well sea salted corpse before I head to the Academy. Can't be too tempted to eat a student..." Kenji would never eat a student. He was making a verbal joke to himself. He knew if he ever attacked someone and ate them that was not a threat to the Vatican or he wasn't assigned to kill, there would be hell to pay. Kenji was under close watch due to the rune he possessed, but that was the price to pay to carry such an item. Kenji removed his hands from his pockets as he moved quickly over the corpse that was a good ways off. Any normal person would have thought Kenji teleported, but he was merely moving quickly towards his midnight snack. Looking down at the drained woman, she looked rather unappetizing. He normally didn't drink the blood then eat the corpse, because of how thin and "dead" the person looked afterwards. If he was to eat the corpse, he would normally take in the blood as he ate. Kenji intertwined his fingers and cracked his knuckles, palms facing out. "It was nice of you, madame, to take me out to dinner. I think I'll finish my left overs now." That's when Kenji almost turned demonic, as he pounced onto the corpse and began devouring it.
It didn't take long before there was nothing left of the corpse. The dock was clean, no blood stains or sign of a murder anywhere. The victim's clothes had been disposed of earlier, so there was no remnants of the victim whatsoever. If anyone every looked for her, it would be as though she vanished from the earth. Kenji would normally change his gloves at this point, but since he already drank the blood his gloves were not dirty. They were as white as the full moon. Kenji stretched his arms way up high into the sky, stretching his entire body. He could feel the corpse of the woman sitting hard in his stomach, so his right hand quickly descended and covered his abdomen. "Whoa there. I know she was full of alcohol, but there's no need to get testy." Kenji then looked off into the distance at the direction of the Academy. He figured he should head there now, considering he could enter in the night unnoticed. "I'll be on my way then..." Kenji then took off into the night, disappearing quickly into the shadows.
[ EXIT ]
Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 7:44 pm
A pale blonde haired girl stepped out from a yellow taxi on the main road just outside the dock. The cab driving off once more with a puff of black smoke from the exhaust as soon as she had managed to close the door. Her uniform seemed to want to try and stick to her skin with the humidity and sweltering heat but she paid it no matter. Walking down the concrete exterior of the docks, a path to one of the crate yards to her left and some sort of office building or warehouse to the right and the entrance to the rickety wooden docks not but twenty yards away. The pale haired girl was resolute in her path towards bay.
The smell of sea salt clung to the scorching humid air, the sun beating down from above making the nearby ocean almost a blinding to view. Alexandria’s leather boots made soft clicks against the sun drenched beams of the dock. A pale hand raised above her brow like visor, dark sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. The fair haired girl paused for a moment as her olive eyes scanned the surrounding area. Workers shifted large crates with cranes in the distance, and boxes and barrels nearby. Large cargo ships sat in the bay nearby, ‘I can’t imagine that would be the ship I’m looking for..’ Alexandria told herself, as her eyes searched the far stretches of the docks. There was a lower level, one closer to the bay, at the far end of the pier appeared devoid of ship or ferry. Only a small collection of boxes and barrels keeping that particular pier from appearing completely empty. “That looks promising..” Alexandria said softly to herself as she began to walk towards a nearby stair well, resting a free hand around the leather strap of the bag she carried.
The Austrian weaved between the boxes and barrels, careful not to venture too close to the open water nor too close to the nearby workmen. Her right hand resting lazily against the hilt of her rapier, the blade having become a sense of security and comfort while she wandered the pier alone. Olive eyes wandered, studying the environment, taking in majesty of a nearby ship’s flags floating in the sea breeze, searching for where other class mates might be. But there was no hint any of the cram school students had made it this far yet. It was the middle of the day, a Friday no less with a majority of classes being taken off with the exam beginning in the next few days. ‘Certainly.. They haven’t slept in..?’ Alexandria questioned herself as she came to her destination.
The fair haired Doctor wandered about the empty pier, checking the few hiding places she may have not been able to see from above- but as she had suspected before- No one had yet arrived. She was the first to make it this far. Her brow furrowed with concentration for a moment, as she pondered how long she might be alone in this place. But the sun’s hash heat was only intensified by the surrounding bay, forcing her to take cover if she didn’t want to bake while waiting. Glancing around there was a particularly shady area created by a stack of boxes and other trade goods, ‘That will work..’ She thought to herself as she walked over to shaded area, sitting near at the base of a large crate, leaning into it. The scabbard of her blade jutting out away from her into the open. From her seat on the pier she would be able to see as other students began to trickle in. But she didn’t expect to be joined by anyone for some time, slipping off her white jacket she laid it nearby. The Austrian then slipped off the leather bag she had been carried and pulled a water bottle from a mesh pouch on the side. Taking a drink of the warm water she held the bottle lazily in her left hand, watching for new comers to make their way to the pier.
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It's been a number of two weeks since the last time Akemi had put herself in danger's way ever since the last mission. It wasn't that she was afraid of danger it's but she was cramming for the exams the entire time. During the entire time of attending True cross academy she never once set foot on the docks and never has she even been on a boat for that matter. She heard rumors about people getting sea sick while on water. The motion of the waves would cause the brain equilibrium to mess up and set their whole balance off. Which would cause their stomach to become upset and often resulted in throwing up. she only hoped that she would not be one of those people and that her body and mind wouldn't be fighting against her before the exam had even started.
Stopped along the way she ask people direction to the docks."Excuse me ma'am?" she stopped in front of a women who was pushing a baby in a strolling down the street. it didn't look like she was in a rush to get anyway in particular just a nice stroll out with the child."Hmm? Oh yes?""Can you point me in the direction of the docks? I'm meeting some people there today.""Oh sure, I think it's down a few blocks then take a right. I think about half a mile then you'll be there. hope that helps.""thank you." She hoped the women was right in the direction she was needing to go because she didn't want to miss the boat and miss the exam completely.
Following the directions to the T Akemi arrived at the docks after about 15 minutes of walking. A few people have already gathered and it didn't look like the boat had even left yet, which was good new for her. Two men where there and a blonde girl. she didn't particularly recognize any of them but one of them did look familiar. It was a funny word to choose, familiar. The man that beared brown locks looked like the tamer she befriended in the academy. Ignazio Barthomeloi. There was a strong resemblance between the two men it was insane! 'Perhaps their cousins? No that's not it.' The man looked too old to be his brother but not in a bad way. She expression was still emotionless and blank while she started to think.'Didn't he say his father was an exorcist as well?'
Equipment Name: Tactical Explosive Set Requirements: None Description: The Tactical Explosive Set is a common set of explosives that is used by most of the members of True Cross. This is a multipack of different explosives that will come in handy in defeating not only demons but some humans whom have allied themselves with Satan. These explosive are military grade so they are highly dangerous to use in a close proximity of oneself. The Tactical Explosive Set comes with Holy Water Grenades, Stun Grenades, Incendiary Grenades, Smoke Grenades, EMP Grenades, Decoy Grenades, Signal Flairs, and Tabun Gas Quantity: ------- [ 3/3 ] Holy Water Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Stun Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Incendiary Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Smoke Grenades ------- [ 1/1 ] EMP Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Decoy Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Signal Flair ------- [ 1/1 ] Tabun Gas Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
Equipment Name: Banishing Bullets x2 Description: These are known as Banishing Bullets, they are made from sacred steel blessed by four of the world’s most virtuous monks, which is the same method in order to create a demon sword but instead of placing the soul of a demon into the steel, the bullets are in a raw purified form laced in holy water and holy wine, which makes them highly dangerous towards low and mid-level demons. Etched into the side of the bullets is a crucifix which binds this hold power together. Demons shot with one of these bullets can lead directly to death because of the high amount of holy energy. They tend to completely destroy the targeted area so it turns to nothing but dust. A shot to the head is fatal for low level Demons while upper level demons might take more than a single shot to kill them with these bullets. If a mid-level or higher demon is shot with one of these bullets are able to resist the holy power for a period of time but the bullet must be removed as soon as possible if they want to survive and start healing. Locations shot with these bullets won’t heal until the bullet is properly removed. Half-Demons are also affected by these bullets but they tend to suffer milder side effects because of their human side but because they are still demons they will feel as if they are being burned alive from the inside out starting from the location the bullet entered the body and will eventually make its way to their hearts. Quantity: --------- [x10] BULLETS (per battle) x2 =20 Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
SIDE ARM WEAPON TYPE: Handgun SIDE ARM WIELD TYPE: Single Wield SIDE ARM MODEL TYPE: Beretta M9 AMMUNITION: 9×19mm FEEDTYPE: 15 Round Magazine ACTION: Semi-Automatic
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 10:43 pm
┗ Titus Fulbright ┓ ► Son of Satan ◄ Exwire || Knight || Berserker || Kurthnaga ||
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Despite all of the sneaking out he used to do earlier in the year, Titus had never been to the docks, nor ever even seen the place in question. This had him walking around for quite some time, trying to follow the scent and sounds of the ocean. Impossible. Titus slapped himself straight on the forehead for even thinking he was someone that could manage that, and looked for the nearest taxi. The young man shook his head, as he paid the driver, and thanked him for his time. Sighing, he took a quick look around to see where the boat to Hanging Neck Island was. Putting his right hand over his brow almost like a shield from the sun, he turned his head slowly, trying to get a visual on the entirety of what was considered the Matou Docks. Seeing no such boat, he sighed, and began his stroll down the walkway.
For who knows how much time, the silver haired boy had walked, seeing no one he recognized, and no sign of a senior exorcist. The boy came to a pause, to look at the waters around the dock. Letting out a deep sigh, he turned to see a familiar face. It brought on memories of being slammed against the wall, which made him stop everything he was going to do. Instead, he slowly approached her from an angle that he was visible from. Smiling, the young man bowed, greeting the half demon he'd happened to see. "Good afternoon, Akemi-san." Without saying anything else unnecessary, smiled at her, keeping a safe distance from her. Far enough to where she could strangle or throw him in any way, yet close enough to where they looked as if they were having a conversation. He remembered his mistake from the last time, and hoped she would help him out with finding the meeting spot. Though, he really wondered what she was thinking after being approached by him. He took his eyes off of Akemi for a moment to see that there was an older man that looked almost like Ignazio, a blonde, and another man. His brow rose, and he was tempted to greet them, but at the same time, he did not. If he were exactly like Ignazio, then he'd probably get some sort of talk that would involve the silver haired boy to be called a peasant, bug or speck of dust; Some sort of belittling insult directed at him. Shaking his head, he reverted his attention back to Akemi, waiting for acknowledgement of some sort.
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Wearing: True Cross Uniform Mood: Troubled; Excited; Nervous With : Akemi Post Word Count: 427 Total Word Count: 1341 Number of Stat Points: 10 Mobility: 55/55 Qi: 31,194/31,194
The drive from the Barthomeloi Estate to the Matou Docks wasn’t a very long one, but it was long enough that for Ignazio to change into an outfit that his father left for the male in the limousine. Ignazio sighed as he began to get undressed and handed the body guards different pieces of his uniform and asked them nicely to fold them, apparently he wasn’t going to be allowed to wear his school uniform until the exam started or he was having leisure time one the island. Hanging Neck Island, it’s not a place he was familiar with but the way his father explained it to him, it was almost like a lawless tourist attraction for bounty hunters. Upon finishing the last button to his top Ignazio let out a sigh and fixed his hair to match the outfit, allowing his hair to be tied in the traditional high ponytail on the back of his head. He closed his eyes and placed his hands in his lap and muttered ”This is mortifying.” Soon the limousine made its way through the towering metal container maze and reached the shipping yard. The area was filled with people from True Cross Academy and another academy from the Japanese Branch which was known as Second Cross Private Academy, which was pretty much a more exclusive school, Ignazio didn’t believe that so many students would be here from that school. It was almost like a fan base; this was a little discouraging from the star of True Cross, it was a pain that most of his fans would never know what he did in his free time underneath all the book work and money of his family.
The limousine came to a complete stop and the doors opened. Ignazio looked out into the bright white light and sighed as he grabbed his briefcase and quickly ran his right ring finger across his bottom lip to ensure his lip gloss was still spread across his lips in an even layer. The tamer exited the vehicle with the taller men in black suits and sunglasses. Ignazio came into the light to reveal the traditional makeup of the tamers of the Barthomeloi House. He was wearing a yellow Changshan that trained down as if it was a Cheongsam, around his waist was a blue sash that was similar to a Japanese Obi. The yellow Changshan had a blue colored hem along it, asides from the strange sash the sleeves were missing from the Changshan, which revealed a white full-body training suit underneath. The pants legs became extremely tight around his ankles and he didn’t wear any socks by the looks of it. Instead he was wearing dark blue Chinese style flat shoes that matched the sash around his waist. Ignazio attached his leather bound holster around his hip as he had with his pants prior.
Ignazio was happy that his father wasn’t there at this moment because he would feel even more so embarrassed then he was already. The tamer looked around with his eyes scanning through the crowd and then decided he didn’t want to be near really anyone. ”How about we go over near that section of the harbor.” Ignazio said lowly as he raised his head up and began to walk towards a pile up of some wood near the edge of the harbor reaching the ocean. Ignazio was followed by the four men in black while two of them were carrying suitcases. Ignazio walked passed Akemi and Titus coldly and didn’t say anything to either of them, his eyes slightly narrowed as he passed them the glare turned into a smile as he gripped hold of his briefcase handle and made his way through the crowd as his guards flashed their weapons hidden under their blazers in order to get the crowd to make a hole. Upon reaching the desired location near the ocean, the men stacked Ignazio’s suitcases on top of each other, and soon the male took a seat. The Changsan he was wearing was practically a dress, it wasn’t hard to move in, but it was annoying to wear it in the heat they were experiencing. Ignazio crossed his right leg over his left and then sighed before an umbrella shade appeared over his head. He turned his head and saw one of the guards wink at him under the sunglasses as he held the umbrella. ”Thank you very much.” he said sweetly before a few of the girls in the crowd screamed in amazement for the elegance of the Barthomeloi heir, and with that the docks knew who the male was, the rumors of the Barthomeloi’s youngest child entering this year and being one of the top contenders began to spread. ”A four hour long journey on a ship with about fifty passengers, the exam has over two hundred participants, and my father’s coming to watch the third exam. What a pain. Can I just wear my uniform now? This style of clothing is outdated and as much of a history buff my father is, he really should have gained some fashion advice after being married to mom for so long.”
•The Ring of the Dark Emperor || Total: [x1] || Remaining: [x1] •Sacred Sutra Talismans || Total: [x40] || Remaining: [x40] •Throwing Knives || Total: [x30] || Remaining: [x30] •Five Pronged Vajra || Total: [x1] || Remaining: [x1]
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This section is where all subtractions towards Ignazio’s Qi will be located. As well as any uses of his Inventory and a summary of what he used it for.
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Finding a place away from everyone waiting for the boat Akemi placed her suitcase on the concrete on the ground next to her. she stood close to the edge of the dock and the sound of the waves gently crashing against the dock was heard softly. The sound itself was soothing and some could even fall asleep to it. Loving to people watch she kept to herself and watched people interact. Her face showed no amusement as she watched other interact with one another.her outfit was different than her normal school uniform. she wear a pair of light jean shorts with a white belt to accessorize it. A gray tank top with a black tank cover up. On her head she wore a hat that had a black ribbon tied around it. Her shoes were brown heel boots about ankle high with knee high black socks. There was one boy across the way who was trying to hit on a female. Judging by the girls face she was clearly uninterested in the boy and told him bluntly several times to get lost. But the poor boy just kept trying and eventually got smacked across the face and the girl stormed off, huffing and puffing.
While her attention was drawn the the crowd that was gathering a familiar voice pulled her attention to the side of her. Turning her head slowly she saw a friendly face she had meant a few times. Her posture did not change at the sight of a familar face. Her arms still dangled lifelessly to her sides, back arched, shoulders back, even her expression didn't change." Afternoon." She said in response to the young prince. It was funny, the very boy she had been thinking about talking to was there in front of her, however now wasn't the time and certainly not the place to talk about such things so that would have to wait. Before the two could continue their conversation or rather start one screams of star crossed females screeched in the near distance. Which only meant one thing. "Ignazio has arrived." she said in a low tone and looked in the direction of the screams. She had no intention of walking over to the young tamer, she really had no intention to talking to anyone at all but she really had no choice now. tunring her attention back to Titus she started a conversation with an ice breaker."So Mr.Fulbright. What have you been doing since the last time we saw one another?" still her face showed no interest or excitement.
Equipment Name: Tactical Explosive Set Requirements: None Description: The Tactical Explosive Set is a common set of explosives that is used by most of the members of True Cross. This is a multipack of different explosives that will come in handy in defeating not only demons but some humans whom have allied themselves with Satan. These explosive are military grade so they are highly dangerous to use in a close proximity of oneself. The Tactical Explosive Set comes with Holy Water Grenades, Stun Grenades, Incendiary Grenades, Smoke Grenades, EMP Grenades, Decoy Grenades, Signal Flairs, and Tabun Gas Quantity: ------- [ 3/3 ] Holy Water Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Stun Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Incendiary Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Smoke Grenades ------- [ 1/1 ] EMP Grenades ------- [ 2/2 ] Decoy Grenades ------- [ 3/3 ] Signal Flair ------- [ 1/1 ] Tabun Gas Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
Equipment Name: Banishing Bullets x2 Description: These are known as Banishing Bullets, they are made from sacred steel blessed by four of the world’s most virtuous monks, which is the same method in order to create a demon sword but instead of placing the soul of a demon into the steel, the bullets are in a raw purified form laced in holy water and holy wine, which makes them highly dangerous towards low and mid-level demons. Etched into the side of the bullets is a crucifix which binds this hold power together. Demons shot with one of these bullets can lead directly to death because of the high amount of holy energy. They tend to completely destroy the targeted area so it turns to nothing but dust. A shot to the head is fatal for low level Demons while upper level demons might take more than a single shot to kill them with these bullets. If a mid-level or higher demon is shot with one of these bullets are able to resist the holy power for a period of time but the bullet must be removed as soon as possible if they want to survive and start healing. Locations shot with these bullets won’t heal until the bullet is properly removed. Half-Demons are also affected by these bullets but they tend to suffer milder side effects because of their human side but because they are still demons they will feel as if they are being burned alive from the inside out starting from the location the bullet entered the body and will eventually make its way to their hearts. Quantity: --------- [x10] BULLETS (per battle) x2 =20 Respawn Rate: Unlimited – Respawn after battles and your character goes to get more from a store or True Cross.
SIDE ARM WEAPON TYPE: Handgun SIDE ARM WIELD TYPE: Single Wield SIDE ARM MODEL TYPE: Beretta M9 AMMUNITION: 9×19mm FEEDTYPE: 15 Round Magazine ACTION: Semi-Automatic
Yggdmillennia Seal: On Back of Blazer& Vest, and as a small emblem on the front breast.
The time for the Exorcist Qualification Exam was rapidly approaching, and in the two weeks since Sirzechs had joined his little contingent, he had been doing nothing but battling with both his familiars at his side. The grounds of the Yggdmillennia Castle were vast due to its location, and the rocky area led for quick yet harmless re-shaping of the landscape. His participation had been granted due to his family's sponsorship, and he had no intention of letting such an opportunity go to waste. In order to make sure that he had arrived at the right time and place he had returned to the school dormitory in order to rest there before actually proceeding. Now however, as his shoes patted along the pavement, he could not help but examine himself within the reflection of a parked car. He wore a modified version of the standard Almedha uniform. A white vest, a black dress shirt, a red tie, a white pair of pants and a white jacket. The Almedha uniform is also customized with the black lining design, customized rose buttons and cuff links. However, on the back of his blazer,and likewise his vest, was the rather ornate Yggdmillennia symbol. Its black print caused the design of his family's crest to stand out on the pure white blazer. The large sword present within the middle of the design was that of the first demon blade ever created. To this day it remained locked within a secret of the castle that not even he had been allowed to visit. Only a select few members of the family even knew of its existence, and even fewer had ever actually seen it up close. The designs that protruded out and surrounded the sword itself represented the lives of every Sword Saint that existed within the Yggdmillennia Family. They embodied the pride of the family and its values as well, and while Lloyd's connection to the blade was not there, upon his death, he would be added in as well.
Written in what many believed to be a lost runic writing were the names of the Yggdmillennia men who had ever wielded the first Demon Blade ever created. While in truth the list was slightly longer than represented on the crest, only those who wielded the blade's unrestricted power and survived were deemed worthy enough to be placed on the crest. Written in fine print within the gem at the top of the design were the words Esto gladium in pro alii. The motto of the family. "Be a sword for others.." In his younger days he had never understood the meaning of the words and had never truly cared for them. But as he grew older, the words began to make more and more sense. Throughout history, Knights were seen as those who generally served another. Whether they were Kings, Ladies of Land, or even peasants. A Knight's blade was always for someone else and never for themselves. For all the praise given to his family, he dislike actually wearing the crest on his back. It felt as though the whole family were on his shoulders, and while it may have simply been a hidden fear of one day succeeding as the Head of the Yggdmillennia, he never liked it. Sighing softly, he could feel both Sirzechs and Celebron adjust themselves due to his sudden stop. "Lloyd?" questioned Celebron with a slight tilting of his head. The small Cat Sidhe was perched on his shoulder in order to examine every single thing that happened, as well as point out anyone who looked suspicious out of those who were to get on the boat with him. "Is everything alright, master?" Sirzechs had finished the cat demon's words as he turned slightly in an attempt to see Lloyd. The Cerberus, who had shrunken down to the size of a small puppy was currently being held within Lloyd's arms like a plush toy. Truly, a cute size for the fearsome beast.
"I am fine, just lost in thought. Shall we proceed?" Without waiting for a response, the young Knight proceeded moving forwards after moving his shoulders slightly in order to adjust the bag on his back. Durandal remained sheathed at his hip and as he continued moving forwards only thoughts of passing entered his head. He had everything he needed to go into combat with, and essentials. Nothing more, nothing less. After rounding a corner, the sounds of female screams filled his ear and after coming into view, he quickly took notice of everyone in the area. Titus, Akemi, Alexandria, and the person who the screams were directed at, Ignazio. Akemi and Titus were talking, and given Ignazio's positioning, he could not tell whether or not the male wished to speak to anyone at the moment. Flashing a smile at those he walked by, he made his way into the shaded area near Alexandria. They were in the same house, but he doubted that he had ever actually spoken to her within the Almedha house. Standing besides the crates, and Alexandria who leaned against them he waved to Ignazio before speaking down at the girl beneath him. "Miss Ferdinand." began Lloyd with a slight bowing of his head. "I trust everything is well? It has been quite some time since we last spoke to one another, no? Have you been holding up fine?" Until the boat arrived, they were all stuck with one another, so why not strike up conversation in order to pass the time?
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