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Post by Kyosuke Tachibana on Nov 28, 2011 18:18:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/jqjdld.jpg), bTable][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #1c191a;] [/style] [style=font: 12px mistral; color: #1c191a;letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: 30px;]it could be wrong, could be wrong,[/style][style=padding: 10px, 3px, 10px, 10px; spacing: 5px; font: 18px bradley hand itc tt; color: #e2e2e2; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; background-color: #1c191a; text-transform: uppercase;]BUT IT SHOULD'VE BEEN RIGHT[/style]
[style=float: right; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/5STKF.png); height: 300px; width: 320px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Georgia; color: #e2e2e2; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Akihabara! The breeding ground for otaku's and the enemy. This wasn't the ideal place for a deal but with the high buildings and the many alleyways, it'll do fora meeting place. Now Kyosuke happen to be doing a deal with a few Germans. They were regulars so he had a small trust in them. Today however, Kyo happened to be feeling wary. Meeting in Akihabara of all places? That spelt trouble but the money was oh so much worth it. What was he selling you ask? Well along with a few automatic weapons, he planned on selling his prototype grenade launcher. Little did the Germans know that he had already finished and mass produced them but he wanted to get as much money out of these bastards as possible, it was the dragon way.
Now normally Kyosuke would come with at least one sniper to watch him, however this time around he had a team. The heiress and his crush Eriko Tokisaka came along with him. Akane Masami held the sniper position. Ken Tenkamusou was the star driver and Hiroaki Masaki was the bodyguard. Around the organization people refereed to all of them by many names. The jist was that if these five got together, move the fuck outta the way or you'll end up dead.
Looking at his watch Kyosuke sighed. They were late. He'd use this time however to check in on everyone with headset that was attached to his ears.
"Akane checking in on you, Ken is everything good?" Kyosuke asked. Eriko and Hiroaki were near him so he looked over to Eriko first. Actually Hiroaki was a weird one so he knew he didn't have to check up on that guy.
"Eriko? Relax I don't think anything bad will go down. It's a simple deal with the regulars, I just wish they wouldn't come so la-" He was cut off by the sound of a car rolling into the alleyway. Well not like they were planning on running forward but that exit was blocked off. A few men and a women exited the car. Kyo would smile approaching them with a box with the grenade launcher in it.
"Na ja, Guten tag mein kleiner Hase, let's skip the formalities. You do have the money right?" Kyo asked getting straight to the point.
"Oh no Mr.Tachibana, you know how this works, I'd like to see the product." The woman said. Standard procedure as always. So he slowly cracked open the box to reveal the prototype.
Resistance Muse
Notes: Finally! I'll leave it up to whoever to start the plague invasion. Words: -- Tagged: The 5 man band~ [/style] |
[style=font: 9px courier new; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px;] ♥ lucie from btn[/style]
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Post by Eriko Tokisaka on Nov 29, 2011 22:51:32 GMT -5
Very rarely could Eriko be convinced to tag along for a trip to something she honestly wanted no part in. Then again, it was also rare that anybody had the nerve to bother her enough for her to change her initial outlook. There were a number of very basic reasons as to why she wanted to be left out of the entire thing- one of which being her almost perpetual sour luck. Certainly, the group had prepared for all the possible outcomes, but she still expected the worse; it was only natural! Even with Kyosuke's assurance that everything would go well, the young lady could only huff to herself.
“Oh, I am relaxed.” She muttered to herself sulkily, waiting to see herself being proven right. Something bad would happen. It may not have been his customers, but there'd definitely be something bad. The Germans arrived. The young lady kept her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket. The night-chill had little effect on her normally, and it posed even less of a bother with the jacket. It was loose-fitting, but snug enough to not get in the way. It also had fur-lined pockets and a bit of padding that made hiding her pistol in her pocket to be exceptionally easy. Handy feature, that.
Her eyes scanned from the Germans, to the rooftops, then finally to the shadows in the alley. Trouble could come from anywhere. She clicked her tongue before turning her crimson gaze towards the Germans again. At the very least, she had been assured that no trouble would come from them.
How reliable is your word, Kyosuke? She thought to herself before stretching her neck both ways.
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Post by Hiroaki Masaki on Dec 1, 2011 15:14:56 GMT -5
[atrb=width,413px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border: 2px solid #3D777C; background-color:#f5f5f5; padding:5px; background-image: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2uyrw41.jpg);] [STYLE=padding-top:3px; height:20px; font-family: arial black; font-size:18px; letter-spacing:-3px; color:#56D9C2; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px; text-align: left; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top: -20; margin-bottom: -3px;]AND MAYBE IF I PAINT THE WORLD.. BLACK ![/style][STYLE=background-color:#e2e1e1; border:2px solid #3D777C; float:right; height:100px; width:100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/hULeT.jpg)].[/style][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size:11pt; color: #ED4B43; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; margin-left: 30px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right; font-weight: bold;]and maybe if i paint the world.. white[/style][STYLE=height:10px; border: 1px solid #5a5a5a; background-color: #497176; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: ms gothic; margin-top: 11px; margin-top: -4px; color: #F6F6F6;]cause you don't seem to see it quite like i do[/style]
[STYLE=width: 360px; border-top: 6px solid #3D487C; border-left: 2px solid #CE3A3A; border-bottom: 2px solid #CE3A3A; border-right: 5px solid #CE3A3A; background-color: #cbcaca; font-size: 9.5px; text-align: left;font-family: arial; margin-top: 11px; margin-left: 4px; color: #000000; padding: 3px;]"It's show time." Hiroaki loaded his pistol and placed it away. He adjusted his trust fedora as always. Today, he was in his typical work clothing. A nice black suit, dress pants, white dress shirt with a red tie to match the red band around his fedora. Apparently they have some job in the happy otaku land. What was better was his company. He was allowed to be in the gracious presence of the Black Dragon's heir, Toshikawa Eriko. For Hiroaki, this was a wonderful honor.
Hiroaki also had the honor of working with three other members of the Dragons. Eriko's personal body guard, Masami Akane, someone who Hiroaki particularly looks up to. Tenkamusou Ken, a man who specializes in swords (Personally though Hiroaki prefers the simplicity and efficiency of a gun.) Another man Hiroaki respects. Finally there was Tachibana Kyosuke, someone Hiroaki met in passing, however he heard rumors of his behavior toward Eriko. Something that irked Hiroaki a little but they were just rumors right? No one would dare try to pursue Eriko (least they have to at least go through Hiroaki). Hopefully this mission would also confirm the rumors.
"Akane checking in on you, Ken is everything good?" Hiroaki walked up to the group. He could not wait to get this started. He wondered if a shoot out might happen. Then again he wouldn't do something so reckless as start a fight but a fight every now and then would be good. Apparently though, this job only entailed doing the usual yakuza thing of selling dangerous weapons to people.
"Eriko? Relax I don't think anything bad will go down. It's a simple deal with the regulars, I just wish they wouldn't come so la-" Hiroaki twitched as Kyosuke started talking to Eriko so casually. Suddenly a car pulled over. Several men and women came out of the car. German, Hiroaki is going to assume. "Na ja, Guten tag mein kleiner Hase, let's skip the formalities. You do have the money right?" Assumption correct.
"Oh no Mr.Tachibana, you know how this works, I'd like to see the product." Hiroaki adjusted his fedora. He heard Kyosuke fiddled with a few weapons here and there and made some type of prototype Grenade launcher. He watched the meeting play out, however Hiroaki looked around. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary but considering what business the Dragons have been putting their hands in lately...well anything can happen. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size:7pt; color: #000000; margin-top: -15px; margin-left: 200px; border: 1px solid #5a5a5a; background-color: #D4D2D4; width: 200px;]NOTES. Oh let the chaos begin indeed. TAGGED. Dragons MUSIC. [/style] |
[STYLE=margin-top: -20;font-size: 8px; text-align: center;]made by REI-CHAN of BTN[/style]
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