Terrokar Raid Part 1
WHO: Shizuru Fujino as Kiyohime, Oswald, L, Gilgamesh, L, Kyosuke Nanbu, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Giado and Garnet (Both NPCed by Shizuru)
WHERE: Terrokar Space Station, Sci-Fi Gate
WHEN: 08/31/07
WHAT: Kiyohime meets with Zrist in The Lounge at the nightclub on Terrokar in regards to a certain deal...
Terrokar
Welcome to Terrokar. This massive space hub floats out in space just beyond the moon and in the distance one can see the remains of a lifeless broken Earth. The hub itself is a bustling place and each sector has it's own personality. At the center of the hub itself is a massive cylindrical building with brilliant neon and fluorescent lights all around it advertising it to be Terrokar's premiere night club. Considering the long lines waiting outside, this must be a very happening place.
The night club itself is split into three massive tiers, the Rave Pit, the Kit Kat Klub and the Lounge. The Rave Pit sits in the bowels of the building where strobing lights and loud heavy beat music drives the ravers into a dancing frenzy while they ride high on drugs; freely available in every dark nook in the area.
One level up is the Kit Kat Klub. Typical nightclub music is blasted through top notch speakers while cages pepper the dance floor where pretty girls are paid to dance within those cages. A long bar runs the entire length of one wall and the bartenders there are very good at their jobs. In the middle is a stage where periodically exotic dancers do their routines much to the pleasure and enjoyment of the crowds.
On the top floor is a place simply called the Lounge. Anyone who's anyone in this system wants to be a member of the Lounge's short list. Soft carpets, plush seating and tables made out of real mahogany are scattered throughout and there's an actual waitstaff milling around and even the bartender is in uniform. There's a small stage for the occasional live lounge performance to entertain the patrons but for the most part, the people here are here for the prestige and many strange bedfellows have been met here.
Contents:
Joseph Suen
Edward Elric
Oswald
Natsuki Kuga
Kazuma Torisuma
Just Another Room
Shizuru Fujino
Antonio de Orduno
Kyosuke Nanbu
Sousuke Sagara
Ann Ledoll
Excellen Browning
Boba Fett
Welcome to The Lounge. There's a long line of individuals waiting, wrapped around the outer stairwell for a chance to come in but Kiyohime and her crew were ushered in almost immediately upon arrival by the well dressed by rather capable looking bouncer. Once inside, The Lounge is incredibly quiet compared to the two levels below. There are small comfortably isolated tables everywhere and a long mahogany bar that takes up half a wall. Behind the bar three bartenders dressed in white button downs and black vests. The only one of note is a black male with dreadlocks.
There is a stage nearby and it's empty at the moment though soft strains of jazz come in through the speakers. Kiyohime muses softly as she looks around for their contact, "My. An interesting place." She's wearing her full mask tonight as she turns her head to look at her 'bodyguards' for the evening. It's not her usual entourage but she needs THEM on another floor to make sure everything goes according to plan.
The Lounge is never entirely full. At least, that's the impression given. Amazing what sort of illusions can be bought and sold for the right amount of money. And to be up here..
You need to have money. Or represent those that flash the cash.
Near the back of the room, one of the larger booths has been claimed, with two occupants. The first is a heavy-set male of indistinct origin, bird-like features and feathered head offset by a tapered lizard-like muzzle and fine fine navy fur from nose tip to toes. Clad in black silks and black leather, Zrist stands out next to his pale white companion. Female in body shape with long tapered ears, large doe-like brown eyes and slender limbs, she is clad in a simple pale blue body suit and seems comfortable curled up beside him.
Once Kiyohime and her entourage are spotted, a large clawed hand lifts and gestures - as much for them as for the bartender to send a server with something to drink. Teeth are bared in what...one hopes is meant to be a friendly smile. "Zrissst welcomess you. The Maessster ssendss hissss regardss."
Oswald is dressed in a black suit, businesslike enough for the locale, but he is carrying an object in a leather case, slung over his shoulder. It's fairly obvious to people who know anything about Oswald what it is, but walking in with Belderiver bared would probably send the wrong signals.
There's always time to take it out later. He looks through the area with hard, cynical eyes. He expects danger everywhere, and rarely is it that the Shadow Knight ends up being unfounded. Given his situation, he probably makes a pretty good bodyguard for Kiyohime right now. He nods without comment, gauging the local atmosphere.
The criminals they are meeting with are considered and gauged like the others. He remains beside Kiyohime, present but not attempting to look /too/ imposing. People will find out why he has the reputation he does if things go south.
A job is a job, it'd be difficult to tell that he's out of his element right now. Dressed in a black suit with thin sunglasses in a 'hip' frame as the store vendor was desperatly trying to tell him, Kyosuke adopted the look and impression of a bodyguard easily. He was a troubleshooter at heart, this was simply a world where troubleshooting is done less legally.
His hands and eyebrows barely shift as a hand is raised to get his attention and that of his 'protected' target. He does not take initiative, instead keeping one hand out of his pocket and seemingly playing with a pair of dices.
You can take the gambler out of the casino, but you can't take the game out of him..."Whiskey, on the rocks." he asks at a passing waiter, slipping a purplish bill into his hand without as much as looking at him twice.
Above the nightclub, in orbit with the station, is a small, inconspicuous satellite, one of many that orbit the station, relaying transmissions, keeping data flowing. Inside this satellite is a room requisitioned for IPA use, just a chair, a counter with three computers, and a row of several small monitors on the shelves above these.
All the other lights are off. The monitors glow, showing different views of the top level of the nightclub below. Bathed in their pale light is a disheveled detective perched on his chair with knees pulled up under his chin, staring at these monitors with an unblinking gaze.
The floor is littered with wrappings. L leans forward, reaching out to press a button at the base of a microphone with one long finger. "The guests of honor have arrived," he transmits quietly. "Remember. Do not act until the transaction is complete."
There's no arrest if there's no crime. With the completion of the deal... yes, then it will be perfect. Filling the silence next is a quiet *crunch* as a hard candy is ground to powder between his teeth. "..." Mm. Strawberry.
"Criminals. Assassins. Filth." You can put an ancient Sumerian king in a sharp jet black suit and glasses, but you can't take the god-king attitude out of him. The spiky-haired blonde with gaudy golden earrings keeps his guard position behind Kiyohime, even if he's stepping out of his 'role' with his very vocal opinion. Normally, he would've laughed such a job offer back in her face, but with the Syndicate willing to pay very handsomely, how could he refuse?
Even better, the head of the Syndicate requiring the assistance of a eirei such as Gilgamesh obviously meant one thing: She was expecting trouble. Big trouble. Someone worthy to face his blade, even. A small smile cracks across the servant's face, and he pauses to lower his glasses down to eye the crowd. "Nobody in spandex. I'm disappointed."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett, muffled, "Don't tense up, Nowe. I can scan past you more easily this way."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "...can't you two find a way to do this that draws less attention?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "It's a trashy club. Nobody's going to notice two guys in a corner."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe manages a rather interesting sound. It's terrified, by the sound of it.
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "... Are you afraid?"
When Zrist raises his hand in greeting, Kiyohime nods and approaches the man with a smile. "Good evening Zrist. A pity that I cannot meet your master." She bows a little in respect. "These are my associates." She gestures towards Oswald and Gilgamesh, "And I am sure that my associates have found your assistant by now." Without even asking, she takes a seat.
Giado notes that raised hand and gestures to a waiter, "Shoo mon, the man be waitin' for his drink." And when the second waiter comes over asking for a whiskey on the rocks he grins, "One whiskey on da rocks comin' at cha mon." He grabs and glass, drops a carefully chipped ice ball and then fills it with Jameson before handing it off.
The waiter that Zrist summoned approaches the table with a notepad and he looks expectantly at the crowd, "Drinks?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Calm, Nowe. I'm not really going to kiss you."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "..."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "..."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino suppresses the urge to giggle, "My my."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Don't ask."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe says, "H--hey...!"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Boss Lady? Can we find a nice, quiet warehouse next time?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Adora may or may not be giving her radio a long look.
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "I will try. Our dealer was the one who requested this place. It was here or nowhere."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe hisses. "Move your head sideways! I can almost see a reflection in that wall behind you. And--" A disgusted sound. "Get your hand out of my hair like that...!"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett rustlerustle. "Might get a glint off my visor too." Rustle. "Move your leg."
Gilgamesh also has a briefcase in hand. Who else better to handle the money, eh?
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe hisses, to stay quiet. "It's too hard to see in here. Everything's too bright."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "I've got it."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett, a bit dryly, "Light filters and a 360-degree field of vision come in handy."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe says, "Y-yeah, w-well, I don't have that."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "That's why you're my blocker."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe mutters, "Gee, th-thanks. --W-will you cut that out?! I'm holding still!" The D: is almost audible.
Oswald stands beside and and a pace behind Kiyohime, the proper place for a bodyguard. He doesn't sit down. He nods to Zrist, the only gesture of respect the Shadow Knight really gives anyone these days. His stance is one of warieness, but not outright distrust. He doesn't want to start insulting people quite yet. He continues watching, and eyes the waiter as he approaches. His order? "Ice water." Oswald doesn't drink.
"The Maessster apologissess that he could not attend ziz meeting himsself. Complicationsss." There is a roll of his shoulders and an arm drapes over the waif at his side, long claws resting against her skin. She looks up then, staring unblinkingly at the newcomers. Demure as her expression is, the lack of unnecessary movement on her part and her silence is a little off.
Gilgamesh's loud statement earn the shift of feathers, and brows lift slightly. He does not comment however; either Kiyohime can handle her people..or she can not. There is an answering nod for Oswald, before the alien gestures for all to sit. Or.. do something, if you're just the entourage.
The suitcase earns a soft whistle of appreciaton however. "My Alissha has met with your otherss. I trusst that there have been no troubless?" A forked tongue flicks out, and he merely nods at the waiter, indicating the tall blue glass before him; the same as before. "We have brought..extrass to make up for the delay in thisss meeting. Think of it as.. Token. Faith token, yess?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Fett, come take a look at the goods and let me know what you think. Not the sort of thing I mess around with."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Right. Nowe, play along for a second."
In that darkened surveillance room on the satellite, the detective brings his thumb to his mouth, teeth clutching the edge of his nail. A row of monitors are reflected in his dead gaze. "...Saa..."
One to hold the money.
One to sell.
One to buy.
One to guard the proceedings.
"...Which one of you is the ringleader...?" L mumbles aloud, in the flickering light of many screens. It could be any one of them. His initial instinct--no, more of an 'informed impression'--is the masked woman. The chance is that the masked one is in fact the leader of this operation is greater than the others.
...And even then, it's only 15 percent.
He presses the button at the base of another slender microphone. "Lieutenant Ledoll, what is your status?"
Moving along the lounge once his drink catches up to him, the sunglassed man moves to lean against the wall. The untrained eye would see him keep an eye on a woman, even if they have yet to speak but his attention is far from being on a single person.
Kyosuke knows that if you focus too much on one detail, you'll miss subtle shifts in the big picture. He knows there's several parties here, and with the bait now in place...a dice is flicked in the air and caught again, as he takes a long measured sip of the brown and rich liquid. It's a matter of knowing if they got their twenty four pound catfish...and it shouldn't be long now.
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Excellent quality weapons. The smaller one uses an energy cell. The other one's solid-shot."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Very state-of-the-art, I'll add."
Kiyohime sits, nodding quietly. She is keeping her eyes trained on Zrist as she speaks softly into her communicator to the one looking out for things for her on the floor below. She raises an eyebrow slightly at the man's maneuver. "Nothing for me please," she states pleasantly to the waiter.
She then speaks again softly to her bodyguards through a private channel before fully addressing Zrist. "No trouble. None beyond the norm that is." She would smile if it could be seen but it is at least heard. She cocks her head up slightly, "Oh? That is very generous of you." She bows her head slightly and gestures vaguely to Gilgamesh to present the briefcase, "Five hundred million credits up front and another 400 million to be transferred after the retrieval of the goods."
Oswald continues to scan the area, eyes flicking from one to another. No one is spared his gaze. The flicking of a die catches Oswald's attention, however, and he looks towards Kyosuke with a measuring glare that borders on the antisocial side. It's the kind of glare that is the social equivalent of pulling up inside a castle with a bunch of sharpened stakes and a moat in front.
He lets that glare rest on Kyosuke for several long seconds, before he continues on. He turns the Glare down to about 3 once he's off Kyosuke, however.
He is not distracted by the mention of the money. It sounds like a lot to him, but wealth was never really one of his driving goals, no matter what some people might consider about his mercenary exploits.
There is a quiet shuffling to the stage as a band begins taking their place behind the marked stands. It's a full brass instrument and they begin warming up. It's a soft sound though as they are already tuned and ready to go. This is merely a cue to the rest of the room that a performance is about to start.
The lights then dim and somewhere an announcer speaks up, "Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen!" His voice is smooth and mellow, yet it somehow manages to stir a note of excitement. "We have a really special treat for you tonight. Please welcome a lovely young lady to the stage, Alessandra Lunedi!" The spotlight turns to the stage and a red haired buxom woman steps out in a ruby red evening gown with a slit that almost goes all the way up to her hip. The dress is full of sequins and the band starts up. She smiles out at the audience as the men begin looking at her, some wolf whistling.
'Alessandra' blows everyone a kiss as she begins singing, her voice sultry and low, matching well with the bright band sound, "The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you were a man of distinction." She jerks her hip to the side dramatically, "A real big spender, Good looking, so refined." Shimming up towards the edge of the stage, she bends low, showing off her cleavage and running her finger along the cheek of the nearest young man. "Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?" The finger trails down and then she is pushing against the guy's chest "So, let me get right to the point, I don't pop my cork for ev'ry guy I see."There's another hip thrust as she meanders her way through the audience and towards the Syndicate's table, into Oswald first.
Ah, the natives bristled. Gilgamesh smirks, and brings his shades back down over his eyes. "A glass of wine for myself, and only from the finest vintage. If a place like this has any." Ooh, dis! For all his contempt, however, he comes forward when beckoned and snaps open the briefcase to show to all. Gold! Jewels! Riches beyond compare!
No, actually its just a high-tech looking card snugly fitted in form-fitted padding. "Congratulations", the heroic spirit announces dryly. "For nine hundred million credits, you'll be the proud owner of an easily breakable piece of electronics. Eh, whatever. Its not my money." Oh hey, the stage show is starting, and the commentary just keeps on rolling. "And what seedy dive would be complete without the dancing servant girl. Careful there," he gestures to Oswald, "You might just catch something."
For a being with bird-like eyes, there's a very human gleam of greed present as the deal is laid on the table. However, it is backed up by the fact Zrist has..very sharp teeth. And is at least smart enough to not take everything at face value.
"Not generoussss. Nonono. Good busssssinessss. That your busssssinessss comes to usssss? Improvesssss oursss." Rolling his syllables a little strong, but that could be contributed to his drink. Or his enthusiasm. Or both.
"Alissse." The white girl sits up primly, hands folding on her lap. "Verify the creditssss," Zrist hisses, gaze shifting to the lovely lady performer walking out on stage. The white girl merely nods, and reaches expectantly for the suitcase as her eyes begin to shift in colour, presenting not the doe-eyed liquid look of before but the shift and click-whirr of cameras and technology.
"I am told iss old Earth classsssic," he informs Gilgamesh in passing once the song starts. "Patronsss here pay much for old Earth trinketsss."
The glare is met with a calm gaze, as the flow of thought within Kyosuke's mind is in no way disturbed by the measuring look. He can tell what it is, and prefers to not worry or return a look of his
own.
Besides, his attention is drawn elsewhere. A show is starting...it's convenient, as it allows him to look around and feign interest. The lessened light is a hindrance however to keep an eye on the hands of people, in case things do heat up. But, the distracting woman's presence versus the dimmed lights makes it a worthwhile thing, as he smirks.
His smirk has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his glarer just got attention he likely could have done without. He wonders how much of this show is truly an act, for the lady in red...
"I'm not surprised," the blonde answers back. "They do seem the easily amused sort of crowd."
A plastic wrapping falls from a fold in denim and lands on the floor of the surveillance chamber. A slender, pale finger flicks at a different microphone switch. "It seems they're verifying the amount now. Be careful," L instructs. "We're almost there."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "...Hm."
Oswald gives Alessandra the look-over he gives everyone, otherwise apparently not being particularly impressed by her... charms, as apparent as they are. Her approach changes things. As she draws near, he turns the Glare up to 5, replying shortly. "I am not interested." He shakes his head, though it takes him a moment to look away to keep an eye on the surroundings.
"That won't be a problem." He replies to Gilgamesh, his expression iron-hard. His stance does, however, shift slightly... a posture that is better-suited to action than waiting, if necessary.
Kiyohime looks with some amusement at Oswald as 'Alessandra' shimmies up to him. The waiter in the mean time has scurried back over to the bar where Giado is grinning widely watching the girl in scarlet work the floor. But it's only a passing amusement as she turns her attention back to Zrist. "I have heard this song once before. A long time ago." But nothing else beyond that. She turns her attention to the dealer instead, "I have been told that the items are satisfactory." She looks over at Alice, "And the funds?" They'll get the other half when they get out of here.
Meanwhile Alessandra is grinning charmingly at Oswald as her fingers reach out to brush first his cheek, running down it. "Hey big spender, spend a little time with me." The hand then sweeps down over the lapels of his jacket, fingers subtly grasping at the fabric as her hip sways with the beat, "Wouldn't you like to have fun," Hips Jerk. "fun," And again to punctuate, "fun. How's about a few laughs." The hand, having done it's job reaches up to tap the boy on the nose, "I could show you a good time. Let me show you a good time." She winks flirtatiously at him before sliding away to the next victim.
"Ssome find nossstalgia of a civilissssation they never knew to be charming," shrugs the alien. He's not human. He doesn't particularly care. But the redhaired creature is quite comely..
The credits card is taken from where it lies on the foam, and Alice sits back as 'Alessandra' moves their way. It's quite all right, of course, inspecting the contents requires some concealment, but it won't be done in direct line-of-site. Thank goodness for tables!
The white android's hand snaps back at an unnatural angle and 'skin' at her wrist then flips open with a soft whirr of hydrolics. Revealing a long, thin compartment or -- ah hah! A dataport! Sliding the disk halfway, the droid's eyes shift from brown to silver of electronics and processors to a dull red glow.
It takes half a minute. It certainly seems to take much longer.
Then. "Confirmation, nine hundred million credits: five million verified on card, four million to be transferred upon successful completion of transaction of goods." There is a pause, and head bows and eyes close. "I shall confirm with my sister, Master."
Zrist's smile widens, and the blue glass is lifted. "We have a deal."
Hitsugaya is currently stowed in an unobtrusive place, where, in the odd chance, and that percentile is quite high enough, that someone might see him in his full Shinigami splendor. He can't even show himself in his false body, since any pre-teen in a club would draw attention.
A long katana leans against the little captain's shoulder. He's standing and that blade is almost as tall as him. He curls his arm up around the blade, absently rubbing his thumb against the wrappings on the hilt. All he needs to do is wait for the signal...or just a signal. He's never worked with these guys before, they might royally screw something up. This isn't his division. They aren't even any Shinigami in this operation. Learning to take faith in the IPA, no matter how chaotic, is well within Captain Hitsugaya's experiences.
So he waits, and he watches on a level that only those with great spiritual abilities can, and also keeping his presence bottled up so others like him cannot see him.
We have a deal.
(This is it!)
Surging up to his feet - and sending a small rain of multi-colored fruit flavored hard candy drops to the floor - L activates all microphones in a quick flick of fingers. "The deal is confirmed." The detective tilts his head, wide eyes scanning the monitors, "Again--the deal has been confirmed. Miss Browning...!"
The microphones are deactivated, the disheveled, gaunt figure lowering his head to peer past dark, ragged hair. There, in the sick illumination of surveilland monitors, his mouth curves in a thin smile.
It is, how they say--Show Time.
Adjusting his sunglasses, there's a continued consumption of his drink from Kyosuke's end. He watches the crowd, calmly, keeping his eye on what would seem to be the most threatening. Only the occasional glance is given to those performing some sort of deal.
He puts the glass down, flicking a dice in the air again but letting it fall on the nearby high table. It lands on a 3 which causes him to frown.
At L's signal, the spies burst into action. Giado literally leaps over the bar while Garnet pulls a small derringer hidden under her dress. She grins widely as she points the gun towards Kiyohime, the music having stopped and the patrons are now in a panic. "Stop~ You're under arrest~" She always wanted to say that.
When Zrist raises his glass, Kiyohime bows her head and stands up to leave. With her business concluded, there really is no real reason to stay, even if the floor show is going on. But as soon as the IPA leaps into action, Kiyohime frowns deeply and she barks her orders over the channels. As she does so, she is already on her feet and hurrying towards an exit that will take her downstairs. She trusts that her bodyguards will follow her orders and follow her down.
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino sounding mildly surprised but business like, "Someone found out about the deal. We are being besieged by the IPA. Get downstairs as soon as you can and disappear into the crowd before making your way to the weapons cache. If they follow us, do not engage until we get to the cache. If they get down to that point, destroy them. Kazuma, where is it?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Shit."
(Fac-Syndicate) Ganondorf Dragmire says, "Mrm? What's this?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Hmph. Not totally unexpected. I knew this was a stupid meeting place."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Cache is located in the basement by the service dock, blue cargo shipping crate."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "Next time we enforce the fact we want a warehouse."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "Alright. Everyone head over there as quietly as you can. There are too many civilians around. They won't shoot until we get into the open."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Nowe, let's go. Keep back a ways and look for anyone following Kazuma and me."
Oswald represses a sudden motion, only twitching as he is touched. The woman's advances. With a voice like polar ice, Oswald replies to the woman. "No."
A hand brushes absently at the front of his coat, as if removing some dust as she leaves. There is a visible amount of relief in this fact. He takes a drink of the icewater he's recieved, and then sets it aside. Muttering, he looks away from the group. The deal has gone through, this shouldn't be a problem now. Everything has gone about as smoothly as possible.
Oswald probably has a reasonably high threat rating based on what just might be in that case of his. However, it's not Kyosuke that Oswald is looking at. The Shadow Knight tilts his head, seeing something unusual through some of the glasses. Is that a child in a white robe? He mutters idly...
And then all hell breaks loose. The Shadow Knight glares at the pair, and reaches for the case... But Kiyohime's orders take precedence over his initial reaction of 'kill things'. With a nod, he moves quickly, shadowing Kiyohime. He's prepared to take bullets for her if need be.
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "...Lights're going down in here."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "A floor show is starting I am assuming. If so, that will be our best chance to slip away."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "... They seem to let anyone in here these days. Even sword-wielding children in bathrobes."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "... sword-wielding children?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Right. I can see well enough."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "He's over there. You can't see him?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Lemon someone."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Well, lets get to it."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino hmmms, "I'm sorry Sir Oswald."
Perhaps Zrist foresaw this. Perhaps he did not. None the less, the credit chip is taken from his android and concealed in his coat.
Just in time for Garnet and Guido to spring into action. "Alisssse!" he snarls suddenly, feathers rising in fure, making that furred face much more formidable, and the white meek, mild mannered robot's head snaps up. Then, hands shift, fingers giving way to longlong long blades, each replacing her digits as she launches herself right over the table at Guido.
Let the others handle the woman, that man is hers.
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Right with you."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "Hrm."
"Gah! Hey mon, I didn't ask for dis!" Giado cries out as soon as Alice launces herself at him. The large black man, raises an arm protectively around his face as the blades slash through his arm and he grunts before attempting to kick the machine off him.
"Giado!" Garnet cries out as she fires the first of her two bullets at the android, "Go after those Syndicate goons! Giado and I will take care of robo-chick over here!" She yells over the IPA Frequencies.
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe says, "R--right."
"Redefining 'credit card'," Gilgamesh comments quietly to himself this time, as he snaps the briefcase closed. That part of the transaction is done, someone else is getting the goods, and that's it for this party. Which is good because he's starting to feel a little annoyed that the busty girl's spending all her time with the white-haired boy. And someone forgot his wine too, dammit. Hello! Heroic God-King here!
Ohhhhhh, /that's/ why. "Arrest?" There's that smirk again. "How amusing. But I wouldn't even waste my weakest blades on such mongrels as yourselves, so have fun with the blade-handed machine girl thing." He doesn't even give them the honor of a bow, instead simply turning around and calmly following Kiyohime towards the stairs.
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Don't think even the IPA will be stupid enough to start shooting ina crowded nightclub. In the dark."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Doubt it."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "...although, you want me to cause a distraction, Boss Lady?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "What sort of distraction are you thinking of Kazuma?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Big. Loud. Noisy. Disruptive."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Leave it to me if that's what you want. They're more likely to spot someone in a helmet."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "People running and screaming everywhere generally helps hide an escape."
WHERE: Terrokar Space Station, Sci-Fi Gate
WHEN: 08/31/07
WHAT: Kiyohime meets with Zrist in The Lounge at the nightclub on Terrokar in regards to a certain deal...
Terrokar
Welcome to Terrokar. This massive space hub floats out in space just beyond the moon and in the distance one can see the remains of a lifeless broken Earth. The hub itself is a bustling place and each sector has it's own personality. At the center of the hub itself is a massive cylindrical building with brilliant neon and fluorescent lights all around it advertising it to be Terrokar's premiere night club. Considering the long lines waiting outside, this must be a very happening place.
The night club itself is split into three massive tiers, the Rave Pit, the Kit Kat Klub and the Lounge. The Rave Pit sits in the bowels of the building where strobing lights and loud heavy beat music drives the ravers into a dancing frenzy while they ride high on drugs; freely available in every dark nook in the area.
One level up is the Kit Kat Klub. Typical nightclub music is blasted through top notch speakers while cages pepper the dance floor where pretty girls are paid to dance within those cages. A long bar runs the entire length of one wall and the bartenders there are very good at their jobs. In the middle is a stage where periodically exotic dancers do their routines much to the pleasure and enjoyment of the crowds.
On the top floor is a place simply called the Lounge. Anyone who's anyone in this system wants to be a member of the Lounge's short list. Soft carpets, plush seating and tables made out of real mahogany are scattered throughout and there's an actual waitstaff milling around and even the bartender is in uniform. There's a small stage for the occasional live lounge performance to entertain the patrons but for the most part, the people here are here for the prestige and many strange bedfellows have been met here.
Contents:
Joseph Suen
Edward Elric
Oswald
Natsuki Kuga
Kazuma Torisuma
Just Another Room
Shizuru Fujino
Antonio de Orduno
Kyosuke Nanbu
Sousuke Sagara
Ann Ledoll
Excellen Browning
Boba Fett
Welcome to The Lounge. There's a long line of individuals waiting, wrapped around the outer stairwell for a chance to come in but Kiyohime and her crew were ushered in almost immediately upon arrival by the well dressed by rather capable looking bouncer. Once inside, The Lounge is incredibly quiet compared to the two levels below. There are small comfortably isolated tables everywhere and a long mahogany bar that takes up half a wall. Behind the bar three bartenders dressed in white button downs and black vests. The only one of note is a black male with dreadlocks.
There is a stage nearby and it's empty at the moment though soft strains of jazz come in through the speakers. Kiyohime muses softly as she looks around for their contact, "My. An interesting place." She's wearing her full mask tonight as she turns her head to look at her 'bodyguards' for the evening. It's not her usual entourage but she needs THEM on another floor to make sure everything goes according to plan.
The Lounge is never entirely full. At least, that's the impression given. Amazing what sort of illusions can be bought and sold for the right amount of money. And to be up here..
You need to have money. Or represent those that flash the cash.
Near the back of the room, one of the larger booths has been claimed, with two occupants. The first is a heavy-set male of indistinct origin, bird-like features and feathered head offset by a tapered lizard-like muzzle and fine fine navy fur from nose tip to toes. Clad in black silks and black leather, Zrist stands out next to his pale white companion. Female in body shape with long tapered ears, large doe-like brown eyes and slender limbs, she is clad in a simple pale blue body suit and seems comfortable curled up beside him.
Once Kiyohime and her entourage are spotted, a large clawed hand lifts and gestures - as much for them as for the bartender to send a server with something to drink. Teeth are bared in what...one hopes is meant to be a friendly smile. "Zrissst welcomess you. The Maessster ssendss hissss regardss."
Oswald is dressed in a black suit, businesslike enough for the locale, but he is carrying an object in a leather case, slung over his shoulder. It's fairly obvious to people who know anything about Oswald what it is, but walking in with Belderiver bared would probably send the wrong signals.
There's always time to take it out later. He looks through the area with hard, cynical eyes. He expects danger everywhere, and rarely is it that the Shadow Knight ends up being unfounded. Given his situation, he probably makes a pretty good bodyguard for Kiyohime right now. He nods without comment, gauging the local atmosphere.
The criminals they are meeting with are considered and gauged like the others. He remains beside Kiyohime, present but not attempting to look /too/ imposing. People will find out why he has the reputation he does if things go south.
A job is a job, it'd be difficult to tell that he's out of his element right now. Dressed in a black suit with thin sunglasses in a 'hip' frame as the store vendor was desperatly trying to tell him, Kyosuke adopted the look and impression of a bodyguard easily. He was a troubleshooter at heart, this was simply a world where troubleshooting is done less legally.
His hands and eyebrows barely shift as a hand is raised to get his attention and that of his 'protected' target. He does not take initiative, instead keeping one hand out of his pocket and seemingly playing with a pair of dices.
You can take the gambler out of the casino, but you can't take the game out of him..."Whiskey, on the rocks." he asks at a passing waiter, slipping a purplish bill into his hand without as much as looking at him twice.
Above the nightclub, in orbit with the station, is a small, inconspicuous satellite, one of many that orbit the station, relaying transmissions, keeping data flowing. Inside this satellite is a room requisitioned for IPA use, just a chair, a counter with three computers, and a row of several small monitors on the shelves above these.
All the other lights are off. The monitors glow, showing different views of the top level of the nightclub below. Bathed in their pale light is a disheveled detective perched on his chair with knees pulled up under his chin, staring at these monitors with an unblinking gaze.
The floor is littered with wrappings. L leans forward, reaching out to press a button at the base of a microphone with one long finger. "The guests of honor have arrived," he transmits quietly. "Remember. Do not act until the transaction is complete."
There's no arrest if there's no crime. With the completion of the deal... yes, then it will be perfect. Filling the silence next is a quiet *crunch* as a hard candy is ground to powder between his teeth. "..." Mm. Strawberry.
"Criminals. Assassins. Filth." You can put an ancient Sumerian king in a sharp jet black suit and glasses, but you can't take the god-king attitude out of him. The spiky-haired blonde with gaudy golden earrings keeps his guard position behind Kiyohime, even if he's stepping out of his 'role' with his very vocal opinion. Normally, he would've laughed such a job offer back in her face, but with the Syndicate willing to pay very handsomely, how could he refuse?
Even better, the head of the Syndicate requiring the assistance of a eirei such as Gilgamesh obviously meant one thing: She was expecting trouble. Big trouble. Someone worthy to face his blade, even. A small smile cracks across the servant's face, and he pauses to lower his glasses down to eye the crowd. "Nobody in spandex. I'm disappointed."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett, muffled, "Don't tense up, Nowe. I can scan past you more easily this way."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "...can't you two find a way to do this that draws less attention?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "It's a trashy club. Nobody's going to notice two guys in a corner."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe manages a rather interesting sound. It's terrified, by the sound of it.
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "... Are you afraid?"
When Zrist raises his hand in greeting, Kiyohime nods and approaches the man with a smile. "Good evening Zrist. A pity that I cannot meet your master." She bows a little in respect. "These are my associates." She gestures towards Oswald and Gilgamesh, "And I am sure that my associates have found your assistant by now." Without even asking, she takes a seat.
Giado notes that raised hand and gestures to a waiter, "Shoo mon, the man be waitin' for his drink." And when the second waiter comes over asking for a whiskey on the rocks he grins, "One whiskey on da rocks comin' at cha mon." He grabs and glass, drops a carefully chipped ice ball and then fills it with Jameson before handing it off.
The waiter that Zrist summoned approaches the table with a notepad and he looks expectantly at the crowd, "Drinks?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Calm, Nowe. I'm not really going to kiss you."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "..."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "..."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino suppresses the urge to giggle, "My my."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Don't ask."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe says, "H--hey...!"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Boss Lady? Can we find a nice, quiet warehouse next time?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Adora may or may not be giving her radio a long look.
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "I will try. Our dealer was the one who requested this place. It was here or nowhere."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe hisses. "Move your head sideways! I can almost see a reflection in that wall behind you. And--" A disgusted sound. "Get your hand out of my hair like that...!"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett rustlerustle. "Might get a glint off my visor too." Rustle. "Move your leg."
Gilgamesh also has a briefcase in hand. Who else better to handle the money, eh?
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe hisses, to stay quiet. "It's too hard to see in here. Everything's too bright."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "I've got it."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett, a bit dryly, "Light filters and a 360-degree field of vision come in handy."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe says, "Y-yeah, w-well, I don't have that."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "That's why you're my blocker."
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe mutters, "Gee, th-thanks. --W-will you cut that out?! I'm holding still!" The D: is almost audible.
Oswald stands beside and and a pace behind Kiyohime, the proper place for a bodyguard. He doesn't sit down. He nods to Zrist, the only gesture of respect the Shadow Knight really gives anyone these days. His stance is one of warieness, but not outright distrust. He doesn't want to start insulting people quite yet. He continues watching, and eyes the waiter as he approaches. His order? "Ice water." Oswald doesn't drink.
"The Maessster apologissess that he could not attend ziz meeting himsself. Complicationsss." There is a roll of his shoulders and an arm drapes over the waif at his side, long claws resting against her skin. She looks up then, staring unblinkingly at the newcomers. Demure as her expression is, the lack of unnecessary movement on her part and her silence is a little off.
Gilgamesh's loud statement earn the shift of feathers, and brows lift slightly. He does not comment however; either Kiyohime can handle her people..or she can not. There is an answering nod for Oswald, before the alien gestures for all to sit. Or.. do something, if you're just the entourage.
The suitcase earns a soft whistle of appreciaton however. "My Alissha has met with your otherss. I trusst that there have been no troubless?" A forked tongue flicks out, and he merely nods at the waiter, indicating the tall blue glass before him; the same as before. "We have brought..extrass to make up for the delay in thisss meeting. Think of it as.. Token. Faith token, yess?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Fett, come take a look at the goods and let me know what you think. Not the sort of thing I mess around with."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Right. Nowe, play along for a second."
In that darkened surveillance room on the satellite, the detective brings his thumb to his mouth, teeth clutching the edge of his nail. A row of monitors are reflected in his dead gaze. "...Saa..."
One to hold the money.
One to sell.
One to buy.
One to guard the proceedings.
"...Which one of you is the ringleader...?" L mumbles aloud, in the flickering light of many screens. It could be any one of them. His initial instinct--no, more of an 'informed impression'--is the masked woman. The chance is that the masked one is in fact the leader of this operation is greater than the others.
...And even then, it's only 15 percent.
He presses the button at the base of another slender microphone. "Lieutenant Ledoll, what is your status?"
Moving along the lounge once his drink catches up to him, the sunglassed man moves to lean against the wall. The untrained eye would see him keep an eye on a woman, even if they have yet to speak but his attention is far from being on a single person.
Kyosuke knows that if you focus too much on one detail, you'll miss subtle shifts in the big picture. He knows there's several parties here, and with the bait now in place...a dice is flicked in the air and caught again, as he takes a long measured sip of the brown and rich liquid. It's a matter of knowing if they got their twenty four pound catfish...and it shouldn't be long now.
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Excellent quality weapons. The smaller one uses an energy cell. The other one's solid-shot."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Very state-of-the-art, I'll add."
Kiyohime sits, nodding quietly. She is keeping her eyes trained on Zrist as she speaks softly into her communicator to the one looking out for things for her on the floor below. She raises an eyebrow slightly at the man's maneuver. "Nothing for me please," she states pleasantly to the waiter.
She then speaks again softly to her bodyguards through a private channel before fully addressing Zrist. "No trouble. None beyond the norm that is." She would smile if it could be seen but it is at least heard. She cocks her head up slightly, "Oh? That is very generous of you." She bows her head slightly and gestures vaguely to Gilgamesh to present the briefcase, "Five hundred million credits up front and another 400 million to be transferred after the retrieval of the goods."
Oswald continues to scan the area, eyes flicking from one to another. No one is spared his gaze. The flicking of a die catches Oswald's attention, however, and he looks towards Kyosuke with a measuring glare that borders on the antisocial side. It's the kind of glare that is the social equivalent of pulling up inside a castle with a bunch of sharpened stakes and a moat in front.
He lets that glare rest on Kyosuke for several long seconds, before he continues on. He turns the Glare down to about 3 once he's off Kyosuke, however.
He is not distracted by the mention of the money. It sounds like a lot to him, but wealth was never really one of his driving goals, no matter what some people might consider about his mercenary exploits.
There is a quiet shuffling to the stage as a band begins taking their place behind the marked stands. It's a full brass instrument and they begin warming up. It's a soft sound though as they are already tuned and ready to go. This is merely a cue to the rest of the room that a performance is about to start.
The lights then dim and somewhere an announcer speaks up, "Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen!" His voice is smooth and mellow, yet it somehow manages to stir a note of excitement. "We have a really special treat for you tonight. Please welcome a lovely young lady to the stage, Alessandra Lunedi!" The spotlight turns to the stage and a red haired buxom woman steps out in a ruby red evening gown with a slit that almost goes all the way up to her hip. The dress is full of sequins and the band starts up. She smiles out at the audience as the men begin looking at her, some wolf whistling.
'Alessandra' blows everyone a kiss as she begins singing, her voice sultry and low, matching well with the bright band sound, "The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you were a man of distinction." She jerks her hip to the side dramatically, "A real big spender, Good looking, so refined." Shimming up towards the edge of the stage, she bends low, showing off her cleavage and running her finger along the cheek of the nearest young man. "Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?" The finger trails down and then she is pushing against the guy's chest "So, let me get right to the point, I don't pop my cork for ev'ry guy I see."There's another hip thrust as she meanders her way through the audience and towards the Syndicate's table, into Oswald first.
Ah, the natives bristled. Gilgamesh smirks, and brings his shades back down over his eyes. "A glass of wine for myself, and only from the finest vintage. If a place like this has any." Ooh, dis! For all his contempt, however, he comes forward when beckoned and snaps open the briefcase to show to all. Gold! Jewels! Riches beyond compare!
No, actually its just a high-tech looking card snugly fitted in form-fitted padding. "Congratulations", the heroic spirit announces dryly. "For nine hundred million credits, you'll be the proud owner of an easily breakable piece of electronics. Eh, whatever. Its not my money." Oh hey, the stage show is starting, and the commentary just keeps on rolling. "And what seedy dive would be complete without the dancing servant girl. Careful there," he gestures to Oswald, "You might just catch something."
For a being with bird-like eyes, there's a very human gleam of greed present as the deal is laid on the table. However, it is backed up by the fact Zrist has..very sharp teeth. And is at least smart enough to not take everything at face value.
"Not generoussss. Nonono. Good busssssinessss. That your busssssinessss comes to usssss? Improvesssss oursss." Rolling his syllables a little strong, but that could be contributed to his drink. Or his enthusiasm. Or both.
"Alissse." The white girl sits up primly, hands folding on her lap. "Verify the creditssss," Zrist hisses, gaze shifting to the lovely lady performer walking out on stage. The white girl merely nods, and reaches expectantly for the suitcase as her eyes begin to shift in colour, presenting not the doe-eyed liquid look of before but the shift and click-whirr of cameras and technology.
"I am told iss old Earth classsssic," he informs Gilgamesh in passing once the song starts. "Patronsss here pay much for old Earth trinketsss."
The glare is met with a calm gaze, as the flow of thought within Kyosuke's mind is in no way disturbed by the measuring look. He can tell what it is, and prefers to not worry or return a look of his
own.
Besides, his attention is drawn elsewhere. A show is starting...it's convenient, as it allows him to look around and feign interest. The lessened light is a hindrance however to keep an eye on the hands of people, in case things do heat up. But, the distracting woman's presence versus the dimmed lights makes it a worthwhile thing, as he smirks.
His smirk has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his glarer just got attention he likely could have done without. He wonders how much of this show is truly an act, for the lady in red...
"I'm not surprised," the blonde answers back. "They do seem the easily amused sort of crowd."
A plastic wrapping falls from a fold in denim and lands on the floor of the surveillance chamber. A slender, pale finger flicks at a different microphone switch. "It seems they're verifying the amount now. Be careful," L instructs. "We're almost there."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "...Hm."
Oswald gives Alessandra the look-over he gives everyone, otherwise apparently not being particularly impressed by her... charms, as apparent as they are. Her approach changes things. As she draws near, he turns the Glare up to 5, replying shortly. "I am not interested." He shakes his head, though it takes him a moment to look away to keep an eye on the surroundings.
"That won't be a problem." He replies to Gilgamesh, his expression iron-hard. His stance does, however, shift slightly... a posture that is better-suited to action than waiting, if necessary.
Kiyohime looks with some amusement at Oswald as 'Alessandra' shimmies up to him. The waiter in the mean time has scurried back over to the bar where Giado is grinning widely watching the girl in scarlet work the floor. But it's only a passing amusement as she turns her attention back to Zrist. "I have heard this song once before. A long time ago." But nothing else beyond that. She turns her attention to the dealer instead, "I have been told that the items are satisfactory." She looks over at Alice, "And the funds?" They'll get the other half when they get out of here.
Meanwhile Alessandra is grinning charmingly at Oswald as her fingers reach out to brush first his cheek, running down it. "Hey big spender, spend a little time with me." The hand then sweeps down over the lapels of his jacket, fingers subtly grasping at the fabric as her hip sways with the beat, "Wouldn't you like to have fun," Hips Jerk. "fun," And again to punctuate, "fun. How's about a few laughs." The hand, having done it's job reaches up to tap the boy on the nose, "I could show you a good time. Let me show you a good time." She winks flirtatiously at him before sliding away to the next victim.
"Ssome find nossstalgia of a civilissssation they never knew to be charming," shrugs the alien. He's not human. He doesn't particularly care. But the redhaired creature is quite comely..
The credits card is taken from where it lies on the foam, and Alice sits back as 'Alessandra' moves their way. It's quite all right, of course, inspecting the contents requires some concealment, but it won't be done in direct line-of-site. Thank goodness for tables!
The white android's hand snaps back at an unnatural angle and 'skin' at her wrist then flips open with a soft whirr of hydrolics. Revealing a long, thin compartment or -- ah hah! A dataport! Sliding the disk halfway, the droid's eyes shift from brown to silver of electronics and processors to a dull red glow.
It takes half a minute. It certainly seems to take much longer.
Then. "Confirmation, nine hundred million credits: five million verified on card, four million to be transferred upon successful completion of transaction of goods." There is a pause, and head bows and eyes close. "I shall confirm with my sister, Master."
Zrist's smile widens, and the blue glass is lifted. "We have a deal."
Hitsugaya is currently stowed in an unobtrusive place, where, in the odd chance, and that percentile is quite high enough, that someone might see him in his full Shinigami splendor. He can't even show himself in his false body, since any pre-teen in a club would draw attention.
A long katana leans against the little captain's shoulder. He's standing and that blade is almost as tall as him. He curls his arm up around the blade, absently rubbing his thumb against the wrappings on the hilt. All he needs to do is wait for the signal...or just a signal. He's never worked with these guys before, they might royally screw something up. This isn't his division. They aren't even any Shinigami in this operation. Learning to take faith in the IPA, no matter how chaotic, is well within Captain Hitsugaya's experiences.
So he waits, and he watches on a level that only those with great spiritual abilities can, and also keeping his presence bottled up so others like him cannot see him.
We have a deal.
(This is it!)
Surging up to his feet - and sending a small rain of multi-colored fruit flavored hard candy drops to the floor - L activates all microphones in a quick flick of fingers. "The deal is confirmed." The detective tilts his head, wide eyes scanning the monitors, "Again--the deal has been confirmed. Miss Browning...!"
The microphones are deactivated, the disheveled, gaunt figure lowering his head to peer past dark, ragged hair. There, in the sick illumination of surveilland monitors, his mouth curves in a thin smile.
It is, how they say--Show Time.
Adjusting his sunglasses, there's a continued consumption of his drink from Kyosuke's end. He watches the crowd, calmly, keeping his eye on what would seem to be the most threatening. Only the occasional glance is given to those performing some sort of deal.
He puts the glass down, flicking a dice in the air again but letting it fall on the nearby high table. It lands on a 3 which causes him to frown.
At L's signal, the spies burst into action. Giado literally leaps over the bar while Garnet pulls a small derringer hidden under her dress. She grins widely as she points the gun towards Kiyohime, the music having stopped and the patrons are now in a panic. "Stop~ You're under arrest~" She always wanted to say that.
When Zrist raises his glass, Kiyohime bows her head and stands up to leave. With her business concluded, there really is no real reason to stay, even if the floor show is going on. But as soon as the IPA leaps into action, Kiyohime frowns deeply and she barks her orders over the channels. As she does so, she is already on her feet and hurrying towards an exit that will take her downstairs. She trusts that her bodyguards will follow her orders and follow her down.
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino sounding mildly surprised but business like, "Someone found out about the deal. We are being besieged by the IPA. Get downstairs as soon as you can and disappear into the crowd before making your way to the weapons cache. If they follow us, do not engage until we get to the cache. If they get down to that point, destroy them. Kazuma, where is it?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Shit."
(Fac-Syndicate) Ganondorf Dragmire says, "Mrm? What's this?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Hmph. Not totally unexpected. I knew this was a stupid meeting place."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Cache is located in the basement by the service dock, blue cargo shipping crate."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "Next time we enforce the fact we want a warehouse."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "Alright. Everyone head over there as quietly as you can. There are too many civilians around. They won't shoot until we get into the open."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Nowe, let's go. Keep back a ways and look for anyone following Kazuma and me."
Oswald represses a sudden motion, only twitching as he is touched. The woman's advances. With a voice like polar ice, Oswald replies to the woman. "No."
A hand brushes absently at the front of his coat, as if removing some dust as she leaves. There is a visible amount of relief in this fact. He takes a drink of the icewater he's recieved, and then sets it aside. Muttering, he looks away from the group. The deal has gone through, this shouldn't be a problem now. Everything has gone about as smoothly as possible.
Oswald probably has a reasonably high threat rating based on what just might be in that case of his. However, it's not Kyosuke that Oswald is looking at. The Shadow Knight tilts his head, seeing something unusual through some of the glasses. Is that a child in a white robe? He mutters idly...
And then all hell breaks loose. The Shadow Knight glares at the pair, and reaches for the case... But Kiyohime's orders take precedence over his initial reaction of 'kill things'. With a nod, he moves quickly, shadowing Kiyohime. He's prepared to take bullets for her if need be.
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "...Lights're going down in here."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "A floor show is starting I am assuming. If so, that will be our best chance to slip away."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "... They seem to let anyone in here these days. Even sword-wielding children in bathrobes."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "... sword-wielding children?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Right. I can see well enough."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "He's over there. You can't see him?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Lemon someone."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Well, lets get to it."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino hmmms, "I'm sorry Sir Oswald."
Perhaps Zrist foresaw this. Perhaps he did not. None the less, the credit chip is taken from his android and concealed in his coat.
Just in time for Garnet and Guido to spring into action. "Alisssse!" he snarls suddenly, feathers rising in fure, making that furred face much more formidable, and the white meek, mild mannered robot's head snaps up. Then, hands shift, fingers giving way to longlong long blades, each replacing her digits as she launches herself right over the table at Guido.
Let the others handle the woman, that man is hers.
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Right with you."
(Fac-Syndicate) Oswald says, "Hrm."
"Gah! Hey mon, I didn't ask for dis!" Giado cries out as soon as Alice launces herself at him. The large black man, raises an arm protectively around his face as the blades slash through his arm and he grunts before attempting to kick the machine off him.
"Giado!" Garnet cries out as she fires the first of her two bullets at the android, "Go after those Syndicate goons! Giado and I will take care of robo-chick over here!" She yells over the IPA Frequencies.
(Fac-Syndicate) Nowe says, "R--right."
"Redefining 'credit card'," Gilgamesh comments quietly to himself this time, as he snaps the briefcase closed. That part of the transaction is done, someone else is getting the goods, and that's it for this party. Which is good because he's starting to feel a little annoyed that the busty girl's spending all her time with the white-haired boy. And someone forgot his wine too, dammit. Hello! Heroic God-King here!
Ohhhhhh, /that's/ why. "Arrest?" There's that smirk again. "How amusing. But I wouldn't even waste my weakest blades on such mongrels as yourselves, so have fun with the blade-handed machine girl thing." He doesn't even give them the honor of a bow, instead simply turning around and calmly following Kiyohime towards the stairs.
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Don't think even the IPA will be stupid enough to start shooting ina crowded nightclub. In the dark."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Doubt it."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "...although, you want me to cause a distraction, Boss Lady?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kiyohime, Not Shizuru Fujino says, "What sort of distraction are you thinking of Kazuma?"
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "Big. Loud. Noisy. Disruptive."
(Fac-Syndicate) Boba Fett says, "Leave it to me if that's what you want. They're more likely to spot someone in a helmet."
(Fac-Syndicate) Kazuma Torisuma says, "People running and screaming everywhere generally helps hide an escape."