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Post by Azoth on Aug 3, 2016 4:52:26 GMT -7
Azoth had made five phone calls the previous afternoon. One to Toko - busy, followed by one to Geata and another to Kaz. The next was to a suit tailor she knew well, and the last another call to confirm, yes, she did need two suits in the given sizes, finished by the following evening, and she would indeed pay extra to make up for the short order. The next day she had asked Geata to arrive at the same manor they’d played chess at an hour before they needed to meet up with Kaz and depart, so as to make sure the suit she’d ordered for him fit properly and he knew the plans for the evening. Azoth had sent this information to Kaz with the second suit she had ordered. Azoth had dealt with the Accardi family on a number of occasions. They were a wealthy family, sitting on old money that reached back before the founding of America. Most of this money had been obtained by technically legal but not entirely moral means; money laundering, exploitation, ‘clever’ investments, just to name a few. They owned one of the larger mansions on Malachite Isle and used it as a summerhome. Presently, one of their most lucrative businesses was in the selling of precious gemstones. They were her main means of selling diamonds, and, as some digging had revealed as they would never admit it themselves, she was their main supplier of large, flawless gems. Recently, so her sources told her, some poor investment choices and a possible fraud case on the other side of the country had stressed the family’s funds. When Azoth got a letter with a request from them for a large number of diamonds and other cut gems at a fraction of what she normally sold them for, she concluded they were attempting to take this stress out on a weak, soft-spoken, and easily manipulated fifteen year old girl. They had invited her to their mansion for dinner to further discuss the deal. This would be staged on their home turf and these people were dangerous, Azoth knew. That entire mansion would be filled with servants, every one of them heavily armed and trained. Many were likely hired professionals. Azoth found it insulting. She was going to this dinner expecting to walk away either with a contract signed to higher prices than before, or with their heads under the dinner table. The only issue, and the only thing keeping her from going alone, was she did not doubt the amount this family was willing to spend on security. More than her diamonds, she would wager. Alone, Azoth would lack much of the intimidation that would be required to secure a contract. If it escalated into a fight, she wanted backup and further proof that supers were never to be messed with or taken advantage of. Thus she had asked along not one but two of her most common contacts to attend the dinner with her. Whether Kaz had worn the suit Azoth had sent him was up to the super himself, and she hoped Geata had at least a passing knowledge of proper dinner etiquette. Azoth herself had a dark blue formal gown on, made of a soft material that swished around her heels when she walked. She wore a baggy cardigan over the dress’s already long sleeves despite the summer air, and had, of course, donned her face scarf and spectacles. These unpowereds did not deserve to see her face. It was a butler who had welcomed them into the main room of the mansion, adorned in a fashion Azoth could only describe as “gaudy”, and a second that lead them up the spiraling stairs to a dining room of equally awful design. Both had weapons concealed on their person. The room was full of at least two dozen people, sitting stiffly in their places at the table in their suits and dresses. Light conversation and pleasantries were exchanged between them like this wasn’t all an act. Six seats remained untaken; Azoth had informed the family of her two companions before arriving, and thus three seats sat empty on either side of the center table. “Mr. Accardi will join you soon,” the butler had said before parting. This, of course, meant Mr. Accardi would be down whenever it pleased him. Azoth attempted not to show the fumes coming out of her ears as she took the center seat on the near side of the table. She began tallying up exactly how much Mr. Accardi was worth to her. Kazuki 'Kaz' Yoshida Geata ((Absolutely everyone is an NPC, please feel free to control as you’d like as I have very little plan!))
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Post by Geata on Aug 3, 2016 22:07:02 GMT -7
When Azoth called and said exactly why she needed his help, Geata froze. He agreed after a moment, but for the longest time he wondered exactly why he said he would be of any use. He knew nothing about anything fancy. Of course, he had already agreed and he wasn't going to back down on it. That night, he stayed up surfing the internet trying to learn everything he could before he inevitably passed out.
The following day, there were only two things on his mind as he walked up to the Accardi manor. One, he really hoped he at least understood the basics of the basics of what was expected of him for the night. Two, his suit, while stylish, was horrendously not him. His every movement felt constricted, and if things were to turn violent, he had no idea how he would be able to put up a serious fight. Still, it was required, and he wasn't going to argue.
Besides, he cleaned up nicely, surprisingly.
When the butler opened the door and led them to where they would dining, even Geata wasn't impressed by the overt show of wealth that seemed present everywhere he looked. That being said, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the prospect of having such an obscene amount of wealth that he could just flaunt it whenever at whoever. He didn't think he'd actually do it, but he'd certainly love having the option. It didn't seem to be something that was in his immediate future, though. Sad, but it was ultimately irrelevant, he knew. It was with a certain air of resignation that he sat to Azoth's left, taking a look around the room.
Besides Azoth, who he all but tried to avoid looking at for fear of going into a fit of nervousness, the only singular person who caught his interest was Kaz. He knew next to nothing about the guy, but if Azoth trusted him, he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Everyone else was just a face until someone said something. The less he did, the less he could screw up, and that even extended to socialization. Probably.
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Post by Kazuki 'Kaz' Yoshida on Aug 4, 2016 0:01:38 GMT -7
When Kaz got the invitation, he was more confused than anything. A fancy event was taking place and the little girl wanted him to come along. Her reasons behind asking him weren't something he could firmly grasp. He knew Toko was called first, but the man had a busy schedule. So she went with the next best option. The girl had even arranged some tailor to get a suit for him, as if he was in need of sprucing up. He had a blazer for that. Whether they had some sort of strict dress code didn't matter; if anyone tried to stop him, they'd find themselves with a broken nose.
The whole idea of a fancy party was foreign to Kaz. While his bosses always attended formal meet-ups, he himself was strictly kept away from such events. They never said why, but he knew. It wasn't polite to have your personal attack dog presiding over dinner. That was what he was to them. An attack dog. Just some animal they thought they could tame and control. Look where that got them.
And so Kaz took the ferry to Malachite Isle, dressed in his usual black ensemble with the addition of a blazer. He had neglected to bring his knives with him; there would have been searches for weapons, no doubt. It wasn't a big loss to his effectiveness. In certain situations, Kaz needed to be...resourceful.
The trip to the mansion took a while, since he was unfamiliar with the city as a whole, but he eventually found it. A foppishly dressed butler approached him, prompting Kaz to display the invitation. The butler looked like he was going to mention something about the dress code when Kaz shot a look that made him seriously reconsider. He wanted to keep his eyes, after all.
Kaz took his place next to the girl, keeping silent. He was followed by another person that the girl invited; a young boy around her age wearing a strange combination of a formal suit and a skull-like mask. Must have been her date or something.
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Post by Azoth on Aug 5, 2016 3:28:57 GMT -7
Azoth counted the minutes until Mr. Accardi arrived on the number of weapons his compatriots had. It was on his good health that he was down in no more than five minutes, and not for theirs that every person at the table had at least one weapon; many were guns, but a few had knives concealed in the folds of their clothing. Those were just the ones Azoth spotted.
It was polite and her usual policy to stand when the person she was meeting with entered the room. She gave Mr. Accardi and his two followers no such honor. Though all twenty-five original attendants of the room stood when the white-suited, short and stout man entered the room, Azoth remained sitting.
“Ah! My esteemed guest and business partner, and her guests.” Mr. Accardi said, making a wide welcoming gesture as he walked towards the table. “This is my wife, Chante,” he said, gesturing to the bone-thin woman who seemed to be wearing a giant furry caterpillar, “and this is my son, Marcus.”
“Accardi.” Azoth greeted. She did wait for the aging man to take his seat. His wife and his son, a broad-shouldered and distracted man in his late twenties, sat next. Only then did the rest of the room return to their chairs.
Azoth gestured with her hand to her left. “This is Geata. He is my date.” She cast him a calm glance, hoping he would play along. She hadn’t alerted that him this was the excuse of bringing him she was going with, but she figured it was simple enough and the most likely to be accepted.
Kaz was by far the least well-dressed person at the table (something she had noted but had not been particularly surprised at or mentioned when she first saw his night’s apparel), but she seemed to be oblivious to both this and his dwarfing size when she guested to him. “This is Kaz, my… facilitator.”
Mr. Accardi said nothing but kind hellos, but Azoth could see in his eyes that he was not happy she had brought along two guests. His butler had not sounded happy when she had alerted him of this fact, but they could not decline her request. He did not want to dally with three supers in his dining room. With a wave of his many-ringed hand, his son drew out a briefcase. It popped open with a clean snap. From it, Mr. Accardi drew a small stack of papers, held together by an ornate clip. The table was thin enough that objects could be passed at arm’s length, and so Azoth had only reach forward a little to grab the packed offered to her by the man directly across the table.
“This is the deal I purpose.” Mr. Accardi said, gesturing widely again.
Food was already arriving as Azoth scanned the paper. It would be faster to read it with her powers, but there was little point to do anything more than pretend to read the fine print. She already knew she was going to decline. Instead, she began taking crumbs of the food being carried in. She then made a second unintended use of the contract, as an excuse to lean in close to Geata. She held the papers as though she were showing a line of them to him and to cover their mouths to as many at the table as she could. “Pass on the salad. I cannot test it for poison. Everything else is safe.” She whispered in his ear. She assumed Kaz would have dealt with such things before and would know how to handle it.
She straightened and took a polite amount of a couple of dishes she knew she wasn’t going to eat much of while flipping to another page of the contract. Her plate as full as she was going to honor Mr. Accardi for the appetizers, she placed her right hand under the table. A small slip of paper formed between her index and middle fingers. Hidden by the embroidered tablecloth, she bumped Kaz’s leg with the side of her hand and offered him the note. The message was written in small, typed print: "How many others do you think are in the building".
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Post by Geata on Aug 5, 2016 14:28:48 GMT -7
When the night's host finally decided to join the party, it took everything Geata had to keep from sighing from relief. In the few minutes he had spent waiting, the masked super had went from "mildly uncomfortable" to "bundle of nerves and tension". That was why he simply followed Azoth's cue and remained seated, even though it seemed like they should've stood with everyone else. When Accardi introduced himself and his accompanying duo, Geata took a quick glance around at the people standing and realized just how bad some of them were at keeping their weapons hidden within their clothes. If the young man didn't know any better, he would've thought that some of them were actually attempting to intimidate a group of supers with mundane weaponry. He actually found himself disappointed.
All thoughts of his disappointment went out the window, however, the second that Azoth introduced him as her date. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said quietly, once again grateful that his mask hid his blush. He knew that Azoth wouldn't have referred to him as such without a reason, so he was willing to play along. When she introduced Kaz, Geata couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Azoth may as well have flat out called the man her bodyguard for all the good it did. Still, Accardi seemed willing enough to continue with the deal.
Geata watched as Azoth received the paper before turning his interest back to the hosting trio. Marcus didn't seem all to interested in the proceedings that were going on directly in front of him. Accardi was acting far too nice for having two uninvited supers in his home, intruding on his business. And Chante... Geata couldn't get a read on Chante. Something about her simply struck him as... off. He blamed the caterpillar.
When Azoth leaned in with the papers, Geata knew she wasn't asking him his opinion on the wording. He paid close attention to what she said before nodding. He made sure to pass on the salad as instructed, and selected a couple of appetizers. That was when he realized a problem.
He was wearing his mask.
With a sigh, Geata simply stared at the food. He could use his powers, make a portal just large enough to get the food through, but he didn't want for there to be more tension between the two parties than there already was. He looked up at Accardi apologetically. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm unable to eat. I apologize for being rude and denying your hospitality."
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Post by Kazuki 'Kaz' Yoshida on Aug 5, 2016 18:59:23 GMT -7
Kaz felt the glares that were shot at him from all directions. He wasn't too sure if it was because if his style of dress or his race. Could have been both really. Lots of criminals in this country tended to be a little...close minded when it came to foreigners. Not much different from the Yakuza, just with a different flavor. Kaz couldn't care less about whatever the reason was, or the negative attention itself. He was here to do business. Business he didn't have the full details of...
As the hosts came in, the patriarch and his wife barely registered to Kaz's senses while he stayed sat down like his companions. But the son looked like he would be a bit of a challenge to take out. That is, if they were here to do what Kaz thought they were here to do. And if they weren't, what was the point of bringing him along?
While the food was passed on, Kaz didn't even touch a single bit of it. He didn't even bother to pass it on courteously like the others expected him to. He wasn't here to pretend that he was anything more than a common criminal, like these people were doing. The outraged glares became even stronger as he figuratively spat on their hospitality. Good. Meanwhile, the boy had just realized a mask didn't allow him to eat. Kaz hoped the girl knew what she was doing by bringing him along.
Kaz suddenly felt a bump on his leg. Discreetly taking the slip of paper from the girl, he scanned the immediate area. There had to be roughly 30 men, all concealing their weapons. Badly. There were probably more guards outside of the dining hall, an estimate of 10-15 men. Scribbling his guess (40-45 men) on the small slip of paper, he passed it back to the girl. What exactly was she planning?
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Post by Azoth on Aug 6, 2016 23:32:29 GMT -7
Azoth filled her plate, but she did not eat. She toyed with her fork and a piece of garnish in one hand and held the contract in the other. Her eyes had focused in on the price, unchanged since Accardi had sent his request. Azoth knew Accardi’s prices, even if he attempted to keep details as secret as he reasonably could. He wanted fifteen pounds of diamonds and five pounds of other jewels, already cut, for about twenty percent of what he would go on to sell them for. Her brow furrowed.
Hushed murmurs were rising in the room, spoken and laughed hesitantly about their guests. Accardi’s wife whispered something behind her hand to the woman beside her. Several raised eyebrows and a couple of hidden grins were exchanged among the others seated at the table. The air was uneasy, but there was a pride in the eyes of everyone there. The three supers were vastly outnumbered, they thought. It was the supers’ mistake to mess with the Accardi family.
Mr. Accardi laughed loudly at something his wife whispered in his ear, and much of the tension evaporated from the room. Drinks were passed out by the butlers. The woman beside Geata, dressed in a white silk gown and adorned with pearls, attempted to engage him in friendly conversation. “A fine evening, isn’t it?” She began sweetly. “How long have you known Azoth?” She spoke loud enough that Azoth caught what she was saying, but was quiet enough to not be a disturbance to the rest of the party.
Azoth did not take Kaz’s returned note with her full hands. Instead, it simply vanished from his. 40-45 men? Were she alone, that many may pose some challenge, but with the three of them she could do whatever she pleased without fear of being out gunned. For the first time since arriving at the mansion, Azoth’s shoulders relaxed. She placed the contract softly down on the table and placed her hand atop it.
She spoke emotionlessly. “Accardi, as I stated in my initial answer to you, I cannot accept this offer. We have been long-time contractors and I would like to maintain our good relations, and thus I believe we can both agree this deal is unfair to me. Will you not reconsider your prices?”
“My dear Azoth,” Accardi responded loudly, all but standing up from his chair and making another wide gesture with his hands (getting farther into the personal space of his son than the man was clearly comfortable with), “it is because of our long business partnership that I give this contract to you! However, if you reject my kind offer, I have to wonder if you really do want to maintain our good relationship.” He looked dejected.
Azoth’s expression flattened. “My rates have always been in favor of your profits. I have not once cheated you, but this offer cheats me. Tell me, Accardi, how much is my business worth to you? Are my services worth losing over a higher profit margin?”
“Your words sadden me, Azoth.” The man wiped a non-existent tear from his eye. “If these numbers truly displease you, I can raise my offer by twenty percent. No more.”
Azoth settled back into her seat, eyes closed. Negotiations were tried and Accardi’s price was weighed. A second note appeared in her hand which again she passed to Kaz under the table. “I fear reinforcements. Will you please take care of the people downstairs? Quietly. Please make an excuse when leaving and signal me when you are done. I would like your aid up here afterwards.”
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Post by Geata on Aug 7, 2016 0:39:01 GMT -7
Even Geata took notice of the looks in the eyes of the people surrounding the trio. Under any other circumstances, he would've chalked it up to he was cluelessly doing something wrong; however, the weapons on everyone made the true meaning very clear. He was the only one there who wasn't expecting a fight. It was a shame, really. He had tried to learn everything as well as he could to make things easier, but it looked like his efforts would probably be for naught. On top of that, he really didn't want to hurt anyone unless it was needed.
His thoughts were interrupted by Accardi laughing jovially. Almost immediately after, the woman on his side opposite Azoth tried to strike up a friendly conversation. "It's not been terribly long," he said kindly, but nervously. He glanced at Azoth momentarily and caught the sight of her relaxing. He barely caught the woman quietly joking about "young love" before Azoth spoke. It was already something he had lost all interest in.
He kept his eye on Azoth and Accardi for the most part during the "negotiations", only briefly paying any mind to anyone else in the room. If he was to be involved in future situations, Geata wanted to know as much as he could so as to be more helpful. When the man offered a twenty percent increase and Azoth didn't respond favorably, Geata raised an eyebrow. Twenty percent would normally be a decent increase in business dealings of three sort going on, if he had to guess, so for Azoth to not jump at the chance, she must be getting considerably less than expected.
Geata watched her intently, waiting on the next move to be made.
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Post by Kazuki 'Kaz' Yoshida on Aug 7, 2016 9:56:51 GMT -7
It appeared that Azoth and the man she was obliging by being present were having some sort of business dispute. The man was apparently trying to take advantage of the girl's skill, which she clearly saw. It was strange to see someone so young have such a mind for business and numbers. Kaz never had the mind for those pursuits. When he was her age, he was pummeling kids who thought they were the toughest guys in the world. These people, with their mansions and their suits, were no different from the boys he beat into the ground. And these people would certainly be in the ground, alright. Once they were found, at least.
As if the girl knew what Kaz was thinking, the words on the paper slip she passed back were an order. An order that Kaz simply nodded at. He had a oddly calm exterior, but he was practically jumping with joy inside. Finally, some fun. Now, to make his exit. He had to be subtle about this. Kaz didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, otherwise he would muck up whatever plot the girl was brewing up. Finally coming up with a genius plan, Kaz stood up as he put his fool-proof getaway method into action.
"I need to piss"
The rotund man was clearly taken aback by the simple statement. Typical. After regaining his composure, the man signaled to have two of his men accompany Kaz. Ostensibly to 'guide' him to the toilets, but more likely to keep an eye on this suspicious outsider. An outsider that was a super to boot. Kaz could almost sense that their hands were inches away from their weapons. Kaz himself had discreetly taken a steak knife and hid it in his pocket.
Making his way downstairs, Kaz soon found himself in a long hallway filled with subtly armed guards, with two more goons in tow. Looks like he had to deal with 12 then. He was surrounded on all sides by a mob of killers. The positioning was not the issue. The light was. There was only one in the center of the narrow hall, but that also meant he had one shot. They came first on the agenda. Slipping the knife into his hand, Kaz suddenly turned and jabbed the blade into the eye of one of the men following him. The other was quickly dispatched by a cut to the throat before he could even use the previously concealed pistol he had in hand. While the others sprung into action, Kaz tossed the knife at the light as they converged on him.
In the shadows, he was king. And they were just bloodstains on the wall.
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Post by Azoth on Aug 11, 2016 19:06:15 GMT -7
Kaz’s excuse was about as good as she had expected, and it seemed to satisfy Accardi and his possy enough, but it satisfied Azoth more. The look on Accardi’s face; the momentary flash through surprise, disgust, contempt, and finally resignation made Azoth glad she was wearing her scarf to hide her grin.
Azoth made to look as though she was considering Accardi’s ever so generous pay increase, an amount of which would still leave her at far less than her usual cost. Instead, she was taking the time to contemplate her next move. Weapons she could see she could preemptively take care of and bullets would be of little concern, but this was a good many people who were likely to have a number of tricks. Likely whom were being offered a bonus for whoever took one of supers' heads or kept Accardi's in place. She was not the only one who would be considering a first strike.
It was Geata's turn to get a tap on the leg and a note. "The deal is off. I give us five minutes before Accardi realizes it and two before the others in the room do. Please watch for attacks while I stall. It is best if it continues to look like nothing is happening. The man with the yellow tie is staring at you. The wife strikes me as the most dangerous." Perhaps it was the look in the woman's eye or the unknown nature of the beast had to be killed to make her outfit, or that she alone seemed to not be carrying any weapons.
It was thirty seconds before Accardi's son and the man beside him realized what was happening. The man in a too-tight suit leaned in to whisper something in the younger Accardi's ear. Expressionlessly, Marcus stood. He left the table and the room without explanation.
Azoth stood, her chair screeching against the ground as she did so. She held out her hand, palm up - and within began to form a clear, faceted stone that reflected the light. The diamond grew until it was large enough to outsize her palm and heavy enough that her arm shook slightly beneath it. She turned her hand and let it drop to the table, smashing her plate and splattering the table with her untouched food. This was not the first time she had used her powers in front of the man, but this was by far the largest jewel she had made in front of him. The man was fixated, almost hypnotized by it. It was the crash that snapped him out of it.
"I'd like for you to tell me again how much I am worth to you, Accardi." Azoth said sternly. The fish that had splattered across her dress began to vanish.
Accardi looked as though he'd just been struck (by something other than his overcooked fish). His mouth hung open and he seemed like he was about to say something, but Azoth cut him off.
"Not a single one of your other clients can offer you what I can, in the amount I can, at the prices I can. Yet you feel you can insult me with a contract like this?" the people in the room were shifting in their seats, either deciding how to react to this situation or going through the motions of doing so. The wife stood out in that she was not looking at Azoth, but was staring directly at Geata.
Perhaps she had taken it too far too soon, but she did not fear anything these unpowereds would try.
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Post by Geata on Aug 12, 2016 11:19:24 GMT -7
Geata cracked a smile at Kaz's reason for leaving. It was so blunt, and the looks on everyone else's faces were priceless. Not that he could blame them. It was very surprising.
He barely had time to consider what his next actions should be before he felt a tap at his leg. Reading the note that Azoth passed to him, his eyes went flat. So much for trying to stay on their good side, he thought. He glanced over at the man in the yellow tie, who quickly averted his gaze. Geata sighed as he tried to regain his previous composure. He couldn't allow himself to give anything away early. He had to agree with Azoth, though; something about the wife put him on edge.
He watched as Marcus got up and left. If he was smart, he would be making his leave of the premises. Sadly, there was no way to confirm that at the time, and the odds were that he was going to underestimate Azoth in the same way everyone else in the room seemed to do. Then again, Geata had been told firsthand how little she cared for unpowered people. He sincerely doubted that they would have been given the same courtesy.
Suddenly, Azoth decided to make a show of power. As she made her display, Geata kept an eye on the various people at the table. Many of them seemed surprised, others were able to take a guess as to where things were going. They didn't make a move yet, though, perhaps holding out hope that they were wrong, or perhaps waiting for the right time to strike. Chante, though, seemed completely calm, and was staring Geata down. He gave a nervous shrug in response to the look, but he didn't bother to return it for long. He was busy making sure nobody made the first move and that, when they did, he would be ready to stop it before it could do any harm.
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Post by Kazuki 'Kaz' Yoshida on Aug 14, 2016 6:40:03 GMT -7
Kaz made sure they didn't make too much noise. He was successful enough; none of them got to fire off a round before he got to them. Quick and clean, that was how he liked it. Toko may not have believed it in a million years, but Kaz had at least some sense of professionalism. The girl asked him to make it quiet after all. It was always important to honor your client's wishes. Speaking of which, Kaz still didn't know what her next move was. She had requested him to send her a signal and come straight up. Kaz typed out a simple message on his phone and sent it to the number she used for business; "Done"
Once the message was confirmed as sent, Kaz shifted back into the shadows, moving undetectably back upstairs. He prowled around the borders of the room, which was a necessity, given how well lit the room was. He hoped that she had a plan for the lights. Normally, he was a pretty effective fighter. But he was a lot better in the dark. What killer wasn't?
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Post by Azoth on Aug 21, 2016 23:28:05 GMT -7
Mr. Accardi was beginning to catch on. He eyes flirted around the room as Azoth's bore directly into his and he attempted to hide his squirming in small fidgets. The single buzz of her phone was all she needed.
"I would give you one final chance to change your offer, Mr. Accardi, but that's what this meeting was. Your last chance. Something tells me, even if I did, we'd see this same mistake repeated when you bring your company to ruin again in a few months." Azoth leaned slowly forward over the table so that her hands were on either side of the diamond and her chin above it, her voice growing quieter as she spoke. "Therefore I am making you an example so that others may think twice before making this mistake."
Mr. Accardi's face dropped and several people in the room stood, guns below their arms. But Azoth was faster. A large gash slit the aristocrat's throat. Blood spewed from the wound that had been purposely made larger than was necessary and the head of the Accardi family was no more.
The next moment, as bullets began to ring out, the chandeliers crashed to the table. Glass and crystal shattered and shot into the darkened dining room but Azoth made sure none would hit either Kaz or Geata, if it threatened to.
Azoth straightened to a stand, gaze past the Accardi blood pooling over the table. It would be far from the last blood spilled tonight.
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Post by Geata on Aug 22, 2016 21:19:00 GMT -7
Geata sighed when Azoth started talking, but he kept himself from looking down at the table. He knew where this was going, and as much as he didn't like it, he had said he'd help. Besides, the people here should've known better to mess with a super. It was suicide, put bluntly. And that was quickly made that much more obvious, courtesy of Azoth.
Suddenly, it was like a scene from an action movie. Blood, bullets, stuff falling; everything would've been cool if it weren't for the fact that it was real and very deadly. Luckily, when the lights went out, there was just enough light for Geata to see. He didn't know Kaz's powers and how they worked, but he assumed that since it was the first time Azoth had used that trick, it wasn't for her benefit. Since it obviously wasn't for the masked super's benefit, either, that left the big guy. This prompted Geata to make a mental note of discussing his powers and their limitations with Azoth. It wouldn't do for one of them to accidently make the other one's powers useless.
Azoth seemed to have defense covered, at least, and Kaz seemed the sort to be able to play offensively. That left Geata to play support, and given his unwillingness to actually kill anyone just yet, the role was one he accepted happily. Even though he didn't really know what to do in the bullet hell that was raging on around him. Quickly looking around, he noticed at least four people had managed to slip away in the chaos. The only one he knew of for sure was Chante. "Azoth," he said quickly. "People have left the party. I'll go find them, make sure they aren't planning something."
With that said, he dropped through a portal and started to search the house for his prey. He found them a few hallways away from the room. They moved faster than he had expected, but then again, he had wasted some time looking in the direction. The second he saw them, they spotted him as well. The only difference was that he didn't open fire immediately. The second that the guns were aimed at him, though, he opened a small portal inside each barrel, directing the bullets to instead hit each shooter in the hand that they held their weapons with. While the gunmen dropped their guns in favor of clutching at their hands, Chante stood defiant, obviously taking advantage of the fact that she hadn't done anything to get herself injured. "Your girlfriend just made a terrible mistake," she said haughtily. "She has no understanding of how well connected the family is. She will face the consequences of her actions."
Geata looked at the woman for a moment before a portal opened beneath him, and he dropped directly onto her. Before she had a chance to pick herself up off the floor, Geata stomped on the back of her head. She wouldn't die from it, but the little pool of blood forming underneath her face said that he had definitely broken her nose. Suddenly, portals opened underneath the gunmen, and they would find themselves a few dozen feet above the ground outside.
With that job done, he picked the unconscious woman up and started to drag her back. Hopefully, Azoth and Kaz would be done with their grisly business and he wouldn't have to deal with seeing any more of it.
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Post by Kazuki 'Kaz' Yoshida on Aug 26, 2016 8:10:44 GMT -7
Kaz watched silently from the shadows, preparing to pounce the moment the girl made her first move. His gaze shifted from her to the boy that tagged along for a moment. For the boy's sake, Kaz hoped he was better in a fight than he was at dinner. He didn't seem like he was aware of the girl's game plan, though he may have had a few suspicions about what was to come.
When the man's head was separated from his shoulders, Kaz stared for a while in what could be best described as awe. She told him that she knew what it was like to kill, but he was seeing it in person for the very first time. What a sight; a girl so young capable of causing such violence. Kaz's cue to strike was when the chandelier crashed down, eliminating any and all prior sources of light, barring the frantic flashes of gunfire as the men around them opened fire.
Kaz threw himself into the fray, his maddened cackling echoing across the dining hall. Men suddenly had their throats opened by an entity which appeared and disappeared at random, its laughter gradually becoming more deranged. The volume of gunshots began to drop rapidly, until the previous cacophony was reduced to a few pops and the sound of shell casings hitting the ground. One more gunman fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood, leaving the son of Mr. Accardi the last man standing. The man tried to maintain a calm front, but his hand was shaking. His next move would decide his fate.
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