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The Passionate Sea [Dual,Hùong, Noor, Arai]
Topic Started: Aug 28 2016, 06:38 AM (611 Views)
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He got off the yacht at the port at Atami, glad to finally stand on solid ground again, though his legs still went jelly anyway- after so many days accomodating to the bobbing and capricious whims of the waves, he needed to earn his land legs back.

Atami. The whole town was a harbour, a seaside town next to the sea. The ports made home for ships seeking refuge and refuelling, the markets teemed with fresh catches of the day by hardworking seamen and their ever-slaving wives digging up clams and other sellfish at the beaches. The bright emerald green sea was a pleasant sight for the inlanders that flocked there for a change of eye candy other than skyscrapers or mountains. Though the number of tourists had increased annually, bringing with them both pros and cons, Atami remained a relatively quiet seaport town, bringing a sort of serenity to its quiescence.

His arm was still fixed in an iron cast. A souvenoir from his encounter with Doitsu. So, Ran carried the case in his free arm, handling it with care. Though the case was sleek black with its blinking lights and refractive casing frosted over by the regulated temperature and gases within, Ran only wore a plain T-shirt of faded red and shorts that only scraped his knees, accompanied with simple straw slippers for footwear; a stark contrast between his possession and apparel.

Arai left the yacht at the port; Rei could take care of recovering it properly. Today, he was here in the town of the passionate seas for two reasons, and two reasons only. And one of them was... six blocks away across two streets and a left at the curb, according to his map.

Ran tucked his map into his pockets. It was time to see a young old face.

Arai made his way towards his destination swiftly; he had another appointment cropping up, and he didn't want to dilly-dally. Said destination in question was a dingy, compact little apartment building, the paints of the walls long eaten by the salt from the sea, and looked like it might crumple from a simple breeze. There were fixed black windows , each assigned to each tiny one-room apartment, he guessed, barely compact enough to move about, sleeping, dining and living quarters all rolled into one, with a shared toilet down the corridor with no baths, typically. Such were the privation one was required to bear in exchange for low rent.

Ran took the rumbling, old lift that sounded like it had cancer and would break down at any moment up, the duration he waited so long that he might have fared better on the stairs. When it finally reached the right floor with a ding, Ran stepped out into a corridor that had definitely seen better days. They were suprisingly a lack of pests around; though Ran suspected that it might be because an equal amount of predators that preyed on pests in large abundance might also have taken up residence here, he noted as he eyes a pair of glinting yellow eyes inside a hole in a wall.

Moving towards the corresponding apartment, he took a last check before looking it up and down. It'd been what, more than 3 years since he last saw her? Benefits of doing time, man. Would he recognise her? Kids grew up so fast these days.

Only one way to find out. Ran hit the bell and waited.
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Noor awoke that morning with a rumble in her tummy. It was early in the morning, the sun barely peeking over the sea. She lie in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The lids of her eyes half-lifted, somnolent Noor stood in front of the fridge. The door swung open, fruitlessly, Noor staring at the emptiness within. Sitting on the windowsill, Noor gazed out the empty window, watching the cars drive past in the early morning. Businessmen on their way to work slipped by, and Noor slipped through space. She simply couldn't stay still, 'jumping' from place to place erratically.

The apartment wasn't large by any means. A 1K apartment like her own was barely four meters across - if she wasn't careful, she might even blink outside - much to her neighbours annoyance. Compared to a cell, it was a luxury, and Noor lavished in it. Hours passed like this, idly waiting for the sun to rise. Relaxation was Noor's morning routine, as she worked late into the nights - as much as you could relax, never quite in one place.

As the sun rose into the sky, Noor was torn from tranquility by another rumbling. It was time for breakfast, then. Peeking out of her door, Noor checked the halls. Emptied out - the working class gone, the drunks asleep, and the 'unfavorables' out and about, already on indecent escapades. Noor more or less had the building to herself at this time of the day. Waltzing through the halls, she knocked on a select few doors. Each decrepit doorway left unanswered, Noor began to cook breakfast.

Cooking breakfast consisted of blinking into a few select apartments, each in tatters in their own way. Bread from the poor old lady who bought it every third day, throwing out the old loaves. Eggs from the drunk that yelled at his girlfriends long into the night. She took a 5000¥ bank note too, out of spite. Well she was out shopping, Noor picked up the morning papers as well. Returning home, she cracked eggs over the skillet, and stuck the bread in the toaster.

Reading the news from every angle, Noor smiled. No news was good news, as far as she was concerned. As long as there was no news of Libra or Valentine in the city, she was safe. As of today, it was the longest time she'd been in one city. Perhaps she could build a new life here -

*brrrrrrring*

Perhaps she'd spoken too soon. The landlord had arrived, probably looking to evict her. She was nearly two weeks late on rent. "I'll have it by tonight, I promise you!" she'd shout over the sound of frying eggs. Her grasp of the language was rough, and her voice sounded hoarse and rude whenever she spoke Japanese. Certainly, if Noor were to recite poetry t'would be a torture unto itself. It was when the doorbell continued to ring that Noor's smile turned to a growl. Blinking from the oven to the door, she'd rip open the door - only to find herself face to face with an old friend.

Heart racing, Noor pulled the man named Ran into her apartment, and slammed the door shut, locking the door and slamming the deadbolt. Immediately, she felt exposed - she was not dressed for visitors, in a spaghetti strap top and bike shorts. Crossing her arms, placing a hand over her scar ♎.

"This is... a surprise." she gasped, out of breath. Memorized escape routes running through her mind. "Breakfast?" she offered, the scent of burnt toast and eggs now readily apparent behind her.

Arai Ran had returned, and Noor did not know what to do.
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The young girl only spent a moment staring at him in shock, before lugging him into the flat, obviously aware of the recurring trope that his presence (often unwelcome and by surprise) often came hand in hand with trouble. While he was glad that her defensive instincts hadn't gone to rust in the three and then some years since they'd last seen each other, he did felt a tad of irritation that, even here, he was the subject of disaster precaution. "I'm clean." He remarked sharply, as she slapped on an assortment of bolts and locks enough to make a professional safe hitter think twice about breaking in. He hadn't been followed, not to his knowledge- not unless someone was tracking him all the way to Hawaii and back.

Noor turned to confront him, her face blooming red, less out of embarassment, more out of blood running to her head as she tried to cope with the sudden turn of events that his presence meant, and her next step to getting out of whatever hot soup he was about to land her in. She attempted to cover up herself, though she might very well not bother; Ran had known her before she had even started developing womanly characteristics, and even after three years, she was still barely even qualifying as prebuscent; too far for him to think of her anything as of the other gender. Noor glared at him, the surprise on her eyes quickly giving way to crossness.

"This is... a surprise. Breakfast?"

Ran scrunched his nose at her offhandish comment. "That's all? That's all you say to a man that you haven't seen in three years, who pulled you out of the game and off the grid?" He sniffed, pulling a long face of distaste at the acrid smell of burning in the air, and strode over to the stove. It took all of three steps to cross the barely 4 meter-wide apartment. Switching off the fire, he salvaged what he could left of the black remains of what might have once been reminiscent of bread and eggs onto a plate, and passively passed it towards the young girl.

"Make it quick. I've got an appointment at the breakwaters, and I need you to come with me as-" He paused, a vibration whirring in the air, and he gingerly fished the phone out of his pocket with his one hand, and looked at the phone. "Speak of the devil. " He murmured, showing the screen of the phone to her to indicate his contact, before putting it to his ear and answering.

"Hello?"
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"That's all? That's all you say to a man that you haven't seen in three years, who pulled you out of the game and off the grid?"

Noor set the plate on the counter.

Sitting in the corner, her first instinct was to cry. This was all so overwhelming - it had been three years, and for once she had had something semi-stable. For once she thought she was free. When Ran showed up, only trouble followed. Noor wanted to cry. This instinct was long dead, trained out of her years ago. Crying wasn't helpful.

She blinked to the window - her second instinct was to run. It was a drop down, onto the withering remains of a rosebush below. Then she'd lose herself in the city, and take the first metro out of there - to Tokyo. From Tokyo to anywhere else in Japan. She hadn't planned that far. She was hoping she didn't need to. It was clear now that she was wrong. Even if she were to run, Arai was much larger, and faster than she was. If he was smart enough to find her once, he could do it again.

And so could Valentine.

Emotions long repressed welled up within her. Arai was the man that freed her, and she owed him her life. She loved him in impossible ways. Arai was perfect in her eyes. Yet, she feared him. It was a Pavlovian response, this fear. The way he spoke to her, the harsh tones. She was afraid, but... Noor knew him to be harmless.

But could she trust herself?

It wasn't instinct, but it was her third choice. She'd hug him. A blink and you'd miss it, but she was wrapped around his hips. Gently, she nuzzled into his chest.

"I missed you, Ran."

She held him for a moment too long, before backing away, newly resolved. The phone rang, and she watched as he'd answer it. She'd nod in acknowledgement, understanding.

So that was her mark.

Flashing away to her closet. Arai was left alone as Noor perused her clothes. Her first mission in three years.

Her mission gear was long gone.

That left the question, what to wear?
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"My, oh my. Atami really is quite the sight."

Exiting the Prius, Hùong gently closer the light blue car door. The sun was particularly hot in the summer around this area, thought it made sense. Not like she couldn't handle the heat anyhow. Turning to look back at Madou, she waved him off with a long fingered hand. The older man nodded at the unspoken command and drove off. Only a block or three away, however. They knew to never completely leave her by her lonesome, she always said things were unpredictable after all. Especially when it came to her. Smirking at the man's obedience, the Vietnamese chuckled. She simply adored how they slithered around her finger tips so easily, it was quite...euphoric. Walking with ease upon the hot concrete ground with golden brown flats, Hùong hummed to herself.

Business always called to her from such places that wouldn't be considered normal.

Especially so when the weather seemed particularly unruly. She could barely see anyone else. On one hand, this disappointed her, for no one was there to bask in her glory, while on the other, she was content with no one getting in her way. The pink haired woman sighed though, lifting her hand to rest upon the top of the floppy teal sunhat. She eyed some women from behind her shades who seemed to be digging around by the sea. A look of disgust passed over the female's pale face, but she otherwise turned and continued on. The businesswoman wasn't just here to observe the positives and negatives of Atami, she in fact did have an engagement to be at in...maybe forty minutes? She gave a snort and stopped by a small, local ice cream parlor. She didn't go inside to order, but instead took a seat at an empty table outside. She wasn't that hungry for peasant food.

Idly, Hùong chuckled to herself. This man had better have goof reason for her to be coming out here so far, she surely didn't travel this far for nothing. Well, excluding that one time to America. Unconsciously, Hùong brushed a hand over her neat chignon, releasing a soft hum. Miss Quang drifted that hand away from her hair and instead placed it over her lips – a new thought was coming through. "The Japanese don't like being late, if i recall correctly. As such, it is to be expected that Arai Ran is to be the same.". Smirking devilishly at this, the pink woman reached into the bosom area of the teal, low plunge romper that practically clung to her form. She didn't show it, but the woman could feel the eyes of others on her form as she did the action. The smirk on her face was pure cockiness.

The moment she pulled out the iPhone, Hùong wasted no time inserting her complicated password and unlocking the mobile device. After a few clacking of nails on the glass screen, the egotistical lady delicately put the phone up against her ear. It gave a few distinctive rings before a click was heard, followed by a low Japanese male voice. The smirk on her face practically leaked into her voice, the smooth Japanese flowing out in reply. "Ah, yes. Arai Ran, correct? I'm sure you know me already, but I will say it again just in case you get a sudden case of amnesia. That'd be quite bad, wouldn't it? Yes, I'm sure of it. My name is Quang Phuong Hùong, and I'm sure you know why I'm calling. Regardless of that, our meeting starts in...37 minutes. Please do not be late, that'd be very bad...for you, of course."
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Ran froze as the young girl hugged him, stiffening in response. Close contact was not something he was used to, not for someone like him, who pushed everyone away. Still, he'd been the closest thing to a brother for Noor since he had found her as a child; it would be lying to say he didn't entirely reciprocate her feelings. If not fondness, there was at least some underlying feelings of familiarity.

He let her linger onto him for a moment, knowing she would back off in time; both her childhood trauma and his mentoring had taught her well. Indoctrinated in her was a restraint against expressing too much feeling for any other individual; a cold sentiment, but a necessary one for those that dirtied themselves in muddled waters, like them. Sure enough, Noor pulled away; and the practiced expression of dispassion and unfeeling replaced her face, the mask they'd all learned to wear a long time ago, in a world of deceit and deceiving. Ran stared a her for a moment, his eyes showing silent approval, and answered the call.

"Indeed, Ms. Quang. Like I have preivously expressed, I require an audience." Quang Phuong Hùong. A new name that had surfaced in the underworld; budding tales had spread that someone was reaching out with her influence, collecting individuals with interesting sets of skills, forging a small circle of fellow-minded, well, muddled water dwellers. And she was exactly what he required at the moment. Such people forging a name for themselves in the black markets paid no heed to discretion; she needed more people to know her name, and so she spread them. Only time will tell if she would survive the tribulations and trails headed her way, that had stamped many of another aspiring ambition-seekers, and come out stronger for it- but for now, she was what he needed. She had accepted her request with little pause, for she needed the work, and the income to finance her desires, like he had thought. She wouldn't ask too much questions, she would perform her role eager and well; and, if luck was on her side, survive at least just long enough for her to serve his needs.

At the mention of time, he looked down at the time on his phone and made a wordless curse. He shot Noor an emotive look, indicating for her to hurry it up. "Yeah, yeah, hold your horses, take a whirl round the market or sorts, I'm on my way. Docks, as we agreed." He snapped in irritation, spilling a little into Shizoka-ben dialect in inadvertence. Shutting the phone shut, he grabbed the case along with him. He could leave it here of course, but call him funny, but he liked it where he could see it, even if that meant it was in the hands of a one-armed man rather than behind half a dozen different locks in an unobtrusive apartment no one would even think of looking.

"Noor!" He yelled, harried for time. "Anything will do, let's go!"

Once she was done, the two headed out, and Ran gave her the run-down brief as they headed out at a hurried pace.

"Listen, this' s' just a customary obligatory meetup, so I ain't expecting any big guns thrown around. Just keep your pocketknife 'hind your back, or something. You know the drill. Once we reach there, ah'll do the talkin', stay on the lookout, case this is a pull or something, alright?" He held up the case he was holding. "And if things go south, don't give a wait for me; just grab this and bail, you hear me? I'm second priority. Grab the case, lock it up somewhere safe, and wait to hear for me when I worm my way out."


He paused, still keeping up the quick pace, lost in thought for a moment. Then, awkwardly, he asked "So, how are you? Still going to school?"

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A runner. Was that all she ever was? All she ever would be? Noor barely had enough time to pull on a long-sleeved, frilled sundress before her mentor was dragging her out the wooden door. Pulling it over her shoulders and slender frame, she followed into the halls. It was a blur of peeling paint and darkened windows as they rushed down the stairs - the elevator was rusted and would take much too long. Half tripping a stuttered step as she spiraled down, Noor scowled. Her life had just begun to begin to be normal, and now Arai shows up and throws it all into void.

"I've been doing alright. Finally got settled here." she'd respond to Ran's question with a regretful honesty. How was she doing? He'd dissappear for years, show up uninvited, and dared to ask her how she was doing?

Par for the course.

Noor half led, half followed Arai through the backstreets, eventually merging onto the gleaning white concrete and interlaid brick of Atami's Highway 11, rushing towards the beach at breakneck speed. Blinking back and forth uncontrollably, Noor was visibly lit up, adrenaline rushing through her. Given Arai's current wear, he might not have been able to catch up should she run anyways. She didn't run too far, remembering that the firey shamble of a man was still her mission. Her purpose. Did she have any other? Noor shook her head and blinked. Blinking past a truck that would have crushed her and torn her to shreds.

"I haven't been keeping up with school. Leaves too much of a paper trail..." she'd turn her head and in shame, trailing off. He'd chastize her for certain - he'd set her up in a place with a steady job and school life. Too normal. Too monotonous. Too safe and too risky. She'd left in paranoia, and drifted about.

She slowed her breakneck pace then, keeping up to Arai. The rush reached a full finale as they entered an alleyway nestled behind a flowershop. Barely enough room for the two to fit shoulder to shoulder, they past peoples' houses and posters painted in all sorts of vibrant colours. Noor was beginning to love this city, and soon she'd have to say goodbye. Noor turned to face her mentor, visibly upset. Noor would not speak against Ran, but she would speak her piece.

"So, Arai Ran. You arrive at my home, uninvited, with an case you value more than your life." Noor stared at him intensely, her honeyed eyes burnt and angry. Her left arm skillfully hid behind her, into a back pocket. Her right was held towards Ran. Arai Ran was being held up. "Normally, I keep a certain professional courtesy regarding the contents of my client's packages, but this is one case in which I absolutely must know the contents. Give me the case, Arai."

She'd pull out her arm from behind her back and held it pointed towards her former mentor. She was grinning. There was familliar sound of metal scraping on metal, it was the sound of the hammer being pulled back on a cowboy six-shooter.

It was also the sound of handcuffs being unlocked, and subsequently locked onto Noor's small wrist. Her client's contents were over her dead body - before, because she was just a runner, just another body. Now she had a purpose.

There was no gun at all, rather Noor wanted to handcuff herself to the case. Security, security.

Noor might always be a runner, but Arai gave her a reason to run. From here, it was a short walk to the beach, and time was of the essence. Arai was presented with his choice, leave the case securely with Noor, or face her anger.
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Arai visibly flinched. That's right. Were you expecting a different protaganist reaction, where he would have blinked unflinchingly, made a stalwart pose of unapproving crossed arms, and coolly deliver an unabated one-liner that won him the argument? Sorry, not that sort of self-gratifying story.

The one-armed man was jumpy enough to clearly jump a full foot back when Noor took out the handcuffs- the sound enough to trigger some sort of defensive mechanism instilled in him through his years. He gripped the case closer to him, literally hugging against itself, fear clouding over his face, as if afraid that the thirteen year old little girl in front of him would rip it from his grip and make off with it.

It took a second, but Arai relaxed, some color returning back into his face. He took several long moments of consideration, staring at Noor's outstretched hand like a dull child only just figuring out the rules of a game explained a dozen times over, before slowly handing the case to her, but not without hesistating for an instant in between. As soon as it transferred to Noor's hand, his expression froze over in stone, but the girl would probably pick up on his instant regret and reluctance to part with the item. Still, he knew the brat's obstinate nature, and the only way to buy full- or, as much as- cooperation from the young girl was to pacify her by relenting to her ways partly. She wanted to wrench the reins of control back to her hands; another characteristics that fared well for felons that she'd picked up all too young.

"You can see for yourself." Ran's spoke hoarsely, indicating at the semi-clear casing at the front of the case where you could see three bars seated within, amidst a mist of curling gases. The wares' state were more or less obvious for her to perceive; but he wouldn't divulge the exact nature of it to her, at least just yet.

They reached the beach. There, at the breakwaters near the pier, was their contact; a tall, imposing woman with a stance like a relaxed viper seated in its coils, yet ready to strike like a bolt of lightning at any moment. Ran took in a breath, strode forward and readied himself to parley with the rising name among the black waters.

"The Qilin?"
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His replies were something not so suave and gentlemanly, such a rugged Japanese man he seemed to be, a not so much a stark contrast to the Japanese men she did white collar business with. Arai Ran surely left much to be desired in his interactions. The call ending on a crisp note and while that usually would have caused her to become upset, brushing off the disrespect, the pale woman just chuckled. Men like that were a bit harder to trick into getting what she wanted, but she did always like the chase. Flicking a single stray hair from atop her forehead, Qilin stood casually from the cheap, plastic chair just as a waiter appeared. She basically ignored the fact he existed as she hummed and walked off upwards toward the docks. A small gust of wind blew past her form, ruffling the aqua romper and straw hat, but Hùong just raised her arms into the air, basking in the littlest bit of coolness that came with the gust. The smile on her face was a mix of debonair and condescending. "At least the elements know when a God has arrived.".

Passerbys gave her an odd look, but Hùong was too far gone in her own land to really care. However, she came out of it soon after and just laughed quietly to herself, the grin on her face showing the villainous intentions she thought of for this meet up. Though, she knew she couldn't really plan out such things, not this early. But, her own instincts warned her to always have a backup plan, just in case things went south. The thought broke up memories of her trip to America and the business arrangement that went down the drain. Inwardly, she shrugged, Americans were so uptight, that was their own fault. But that was OK. She planned to meet those Massif's again, later down the line. And they damn well better be prepared, because she'll have backup on her next time. Idly, Hùong's hands brushed over the chignon, but snorted and just powered forward in her steps. Denali Massif was first on her list of Heathens.

Twelve Minutes Later...

Hùong stood closely by the designated pier of where her meeting would take place. Idly, she thought of where did that man plan to see her. But she refused to even stand on that old thing. The wood looked old and was chipping away, the floor boards creaked much too much, and worse of all, she saw rodents running around on it. There was no way in Hell she was stepping a single toe on that thing, Arai was mentally special if he even thought such. When she first laid eyes on it, the villain's facial expression converted quickly into one of disgust. It wasn't like she hasn't been in...less than desirable places before, but if this man really wanted to charm and get something out of her, his first attempt was trash. Hùong just released a small "Hn.". Of course, what ever he was going to pitch to her could likely override this disaster, but the chances were slim. On the bright side, the Vietnamese could know tell that this transaction was going to be on the dirty and likely on the illegal side, and that made her grin appear again, pink eyes glinting behind Gucci shades.

She was brought out of such thoughts as she heard her alias being called out. Inwardly, she smiled at her own cleverness. One day, these people will understand why she called herself Qilin, a mythical being that signaled the coming of a ruler and prosperity. Chuckling to herself, Hùong turned sideways, away from her gaze towards the ocean. She eyed the man before her closely, lips curled into a fake smile. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Not too bad timing, fifteen minutes to spare. You Japanese are so uppity with those kind of things, I like that.. The pink haired lady just grinned, lifting a delicately manicured hand towards Arai's direction. "Charmed, I suppose.. However, at that moment she could sight of the smaller girl accompany him. Amusement flickered in her eyes as she stared. Pink eyes never left the girl as she spoke, "Funny, I never pegged you for a father. Nor did I expect you to bring along a guest. Did I miss that memo?"
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Damn, she was tall.

The Qilin stood above him at the piers, while Ran was only walking on the sand. Obviously, a pre-considered point to make sure she had the vantage of looking at him from the nose down, emphasizing and highlighting their positions clearly through the sublime positions; she was above them. Not that she had needed the extra height; the pink-haired woman of quite possibly any ethnicity ranging from French to Egyptian and all colors in between, it was impossible tell, was already a head taller than him even taking heels off consideration. The extra buffer of elevated storey given by the piers only served to accent that point home, designed to put him in a submissive position before the talks only started.

Her voice was mellifluous, beautiful, melodic in nature- the ambrosia of Gods, yet, like a siren song dragging sailors to their doom, spelt nothing but of her chaotic nature and the latent power she was brimming with. Immediately Arai felt like he wanted to listen to her serenade in his ears forever, even if he'd eventually tear out his own eardrums with his own hands.

Nearly anyone else would have been rattled. Fortunately, this wasn't Arai's first rodeo.

Ran made no reaction other than a brittle smile which insincereness mirrored Hùong's own when she mentioned Noor, making no comment in response or introduction. Noor, on the other hand, just stood in the corner, making her existence as miniscule as possible, as was the role she had often played in such colloquies. At the slightest scent of danger, she'd disappear, with or without the use of her Quirk which came in handy at such times, and would never be seen again.

"Greetings, my lady." The grease practically dripped off his voice. Almost immediately, Ran adopted a sniveling, brown-nosed, snakeoil salesman persona so characteristic of diplomatic lackeys sent to parley with a competitor slash potential frenemy. "I suppose that now, as tradition dictates, we will engage in an exchange of back-and-forth, each lined with subtle insults, degradory remarks, and active clashes to gain the upper hand over each other for the next fifteen minutes." Then he dropped the worm-tongued act, his face becoming blank and his voice growing dispassionate and lower in tone. It was now a persona so seperate, one could almost swore Ran had just removed a mask. "But I suggest we dispense with cheap talk and dick comparisons, and just get on with the main topic at hand."

Ran produced a couple sheets of papers. Where exactly had he managed to magic that from, his one good hand having been gripping the case till he handed it to Noor half a minute earlier, was a mystery. He held it out to Quang, having to stretch, much to his disgruntledness, for it to be in reach of the woman.

"My first request. Here are the diagnostics of the item I've mentioned before. I require a suitably competent smith, or someone familiar with working metal, for which is convenient to get to and not fussy enough to work with- specially on the quiet."
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The monster of a woman didn't say anything. She didn't move, didn't blink... heck, one might even go as far as to pass out bets on whether she was breathing or not.

Arai shifted uncomfortably, restless on his feet. He understood this wordless act was a ploy to unnerve him, to throw him off the ball; but he couldn't help to leap up and bait for the bait, like a thoughtless fry hopelessly drawn by the tackle. Finally, he gave in and broke the silence first- if it was a battle without words this woman wanted to play, then he'd let her win, for he had not the patience for her.

"I take silence as consent." Ran made a non-committal gesture, letting slip some of his annoyance in it, and proceeded on the second topic. "Next, I require information of the whereabouts and movements of this man for the next month. You'll recognise his profile, I trust." He produced a second piece of paper from his nimble fingers- again, where was he pulling this out from with his one arm? It was a photograph from a newspaper hastily torn with evidence of a bad rip halfway through one corner. On it, was a shot of a man dressed in traditional clothing, making what could be passed off as the closest to amiability one could get without actually smiling, and flipping it towards Quong. He was of near fifties, but had aged well- his sleek, black hair tied back in a respectful braided tail of tradition was lined with stray streaks of silver, and he had the lean but quietly sturdy form of a martial artist. Yashirodai Akiyoshi, the man closes to Sword Saint, of course.

"Please transmit the relevant information via the mail address I have provided as agreed." Ran went on, beginning to wrap the deal up. "Your payment is as discussed; that, and my favor is yours to call should you require my services. Good dealings, Qilin."

He broke apart quickly, none of them wanting to be there longer than needed be; infidels of the scum world such as them knew every second surfacing into the light was one second too many of risk of exposure. Noor trailed behind him, sullen and quiet through the engagement as he had taught of her.

Ran took two seperate turns at the market junction and moved out of the block before confirming that indeed, they were free of tails. He sighed, finally able to loosen his guard a little, and retrieved his case from the young girl as she unfastened the handcuffs.

"You know the drill." He reminded. "Head back, lie low, keep an ear out. I'll get in touch with you another time." Without another word or splash of sentiment, he broke apart with her swiftly, never looking back. Each would go on their own ways; such was the life of dark-dwellers as they. Attachments cost too much to upkeep.

Ran wouldn't return to the yatch. He'd instead take the train home; for the past week, he'd hardly slept more than ten hours altogether. Now all he wanted was to plop down on a mattress and let himself succumb to sleep; he would need it to rest, and heal, for soon he would need to put that arm to work. Glancing down at his case, a smile formed on one side of Arai's face despite his reservations about revealing emotions.

The pieces were falling altogether.

[End Thread]
Edited by EraMemory, Sep 21 2016, 03:49 PM.
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  • Arai - 13 Exp, 650 Cash
  • Noor Light - 8 Exp, 400 Cash
  • Q. P. Hùong - 6 Exp, 300 cash

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Rumours of the phantom breakfast snatcher have become infamous in this town. That's a hilariously petty use of your quirk. It's just such a nice touch I really loved that. Arai scaring little girls just by showing up is dark, clearly these two have history maybe even some Stockholm syndrome going on. I am intrigued and would have liked to read more about their dynamic they are adorable to read interacting for all the wrong reasons and then there is Húong. Between her and Arai I am not sure which of the two is the cockier one but darn she is a big massive drop of sexual tension on legs isn't she? It's a shame the thread ended so soon, I would have liked to see some more of their interactions but alas.
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