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Asoka "Mercury"

Hayasori Mansion Remnant

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Still consumed by he ecstasy of battle, Asoka would be lying to herself if she said she wouldn't want her brother to retaliate so they could duke it out the old fashion way. An excuse to get off her little paranoia train and display who was the true alpha being of the pack. This needless need for control and the ridiculous amounts of confidence she held would become irrelevant when her entire mood would be ticked off by Itsuki's grin upon recovering remarkably quickly from the strike. How she hated the overconfident types, let alone those who have this big brother complex. The desire to release her Kagune and submit Itsuki as he restrained himself from attacking back consumed her almost entirely until one of the most random of appearances would occur right before her.

'The hell?'

Tensions would drop significantly with this new arrival, Kachi's tryhard mode wouldn't even dent the moment with his imposing set of Kagune. The entity smelled remarkably bad, and not just Ghoul bad, like something that just crawled out of the drainage pipes of this house bad. The voice and mannerisms made it quickly clear to the shortest of the bunch who this person was. Hana showed herself to the world, the ditsy airhead that mesmerized the whole gang, but strangely enough let Itsuki indifferent enough to jab Asoka more than once. While tensions were wiped out, the boiling wrath contained within the young adult grew with both her fists now clenched.

The hilarious ways Hana addressed the others were almost completely ignored by our tiny friend, and it would be Kachi's saving grace given that whomever she'd explode on would have a bad time, no matter how confident they'd be in their evasion skills. Then came her turn, and oh boy did Asoka's world just get flipped over into a whole new dimension. Her body was no longer tense, and all she could do was blink. The nickname was one thing, but the rest was just as surreal considering how nasty she had just been for almost nothing. While not having a complexion on her height, she saw a power struggle in any type of remark like this really.

"A-c-what? What?!"

Asoka shook her head in disbelief at what she had just witnessed. The well respected Mercury/Umbrella being called a goddamn midget by some smelly weirdo?! With her ego shot down and inability to interact with such an otherworldly situation, she just froze for an extended period of time. But when she'd seize herself entirely, she just wanted to punch something real hard, bite on some fabric until her jaw hurt and do something she'd regret just to vent like the anger filled beast she was. But no, upon seeing her elder sister reveal herself entirely as just some beautiful albeit completely stupid young lady, Asoka realize just how futile and stupid going full-on witch on that airhead would be.

'Ehhh, at least she's hot. Slutty Secretary giving me a blowjob at 8:15 am hot, anyway.'

She quickly amassed a rationale to tolerate Hana's behavior a little more, and using her steaming ovaries plus her intoxicating lust for all that is 'deliciously beautiful', she gave the girl a pass. As the fantasy swallowed the rage, Itsuki's annoying voice had to inquire something from Asoka, again. He wanted her to handle the kids, or whatever, but then there was this weirdo who would probably let him screw her in the most obscene ways just to have them for herself. Rolling her eyes, she slapped her hand on her forehead, exasperated beyond belief.

"Just ... Just just, you two, go do that thiiiing. Just do it, go away. Goooooo. I'll deal with ..."

She'd gesture with her free hand various circles to indicate she was designating the bunch in the other room while her other hand covered her eyes.

"... Those. Just give me your number and we'll deal with this."

Whether they'd keep the kids there or not, a warehouse they could exploit was always a plus and there was no way she'd let every idea slip up because of random 'what ifs'. Slowly, but surely, she willed herself to release her hand from her eyes and return to the headache inducing reality she was confronted to. More specifically, Hana.

"So it's us girls. You better know what you're doing, 'cause I'm no nanny. But I have a ride, and I'm not sticking around, neither will you if you're not bullshitting about wanting these munchkins. Fuck, you're weird, you know that?"

She'd inform her 'sister' as she reached out for her coat. There was no way they were going to stick around in this rotten mess any longer. The door was wide open, and there'd be no reason to stick around, plus Kaien was likely losing patience, since clearly more than ten minutes had passed since she set foot in these ruins.

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So I'll have a post up around tonight o:

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@Zombehs Teach me. I must know how to internet on a plane next time. Screw the shit movies.

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@Zombehs Wifi on an airplane? What is this sorcery?

I only got that in the airport, and it was a goddamn nightmare!

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I'll have to agree with the Roy part. May as well set his character aside.

As for the kids, we could also divide the labor concerning them. There are five, but one may as well consider the twins a single character. Each one of us take a kiddie.

My character has a strange obsession to have the twins dress identically for some weird fashion thing. So I call dibs ;D

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@RaijinslayerBtw Raijin, Ariamis relaunched the mecha rp.

Edit: I was also the second guy to pitch in a sheet with interest after the rp was closed. But heh, i was bored.

@AtomicNut

Told the first one to make it better.

Until said upgrade has been made, everything before will have priority. o;

Vidi, Vici, Vixi

Andrew Polanski's kingdom

David Sinclair

Trevi Fountain, Rome

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Such a respectful young servant she was, and rather quiet too. If David's wives were a bit more like Miyako, maybe he wouldn't have divorced twice. Though he kept such rude jokes to himself, he couldn't help but chuckle randomly upon looking at his personal soldier, almost giving the impression that he was mocking her. As he treated himself to another chug of scotch from his minuscule glass, he carefully reached out for the small book she attributed as a "surprise". Eager to discover what all this was about, Sinclair dug into the core of it all. Most of it was empty, and what was filled seemed incomplete. It was likely that Miyako had murdered the holder before any of it could be complete, but name appeared.

The way they were formatted, the symbols and such seemed pretty typical of organizations. It wouldn't be too difficult for David to decrypt their meaning and make sensible assertions about it. The names were obvious, but at the same time they meant nothing in the end. The Ancelottis were Ghouls, after all, and nothing obligates them to utilize their given names, let alone even register anywhere in public records. An interesting name appeared, however. Andrew Polanski, a polish man who made the news recently on Europe for leading worker demonstrations against government abuse toward tax systems. He more or less led the syndicate of workers that protested against pays and immigrations, conducting regular strikes for their best interest. Not exactly a famous man, but people like Sinclair who kept an eye on local businesses could recognize this rather quickly.

"This is odd."

He'd say aloud, not so sure what to make of it. He had a special symbol next to his name, the one of Pi. David couldn't deduce if this meant a higher rank or perhaps some form of association. In any case, this man was connected in some way with the Ancelottis, and generally that would mean that they were onto something.

"So if I understand correctly, you've borrowed this piece of work from that young boy and you're sure this is a credible Ancelotti source? If that's the case, then we may have some work to do, Miyako."

He'd close the book, but never gave it back to his faithful partner in arms, only to stand up and make his way through his apartment. He was heading to his bedroom, though before he could set his hand on the doorknob leading to said room, he'd pause before giving the girl a proper reaction. Without even turning to face her, he'd ask.

"Does Andrew Polanski ring a bell? There's a farmers rally going on tomorrow in Rome, if you find that name in one of their marketing doohickeys, then you and I are going on a field trip."

With these words, he'd leave her to get cleansed by herself and stay to sleep if wished it. But she also had to take note that she was given an assignment, to find whether or not this mysterious man was to be in that rally and if possible where exactly he'd be. She could also go crazy and search up extra information about him, while Sinclair would lie on his bed and contemplate what was inevitable concerning the Ancelotti organization. To risk such a public figure for a petty census was absurd. Plus the fact that they knew the book was compromised could very well lead them to change tactics. But the fact of the matter was that Polanski was still very much active recently.

Was he maybe their target then? In any case, if Sinclair wanted to get things done in this city, he'd eventually have to tackle this problem head on.

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Asoka "Mercury"

Hayasori Mansion Remnant

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"You're asking me to fight ghouls. No matter how shit they are, it's still a risk I factor in, idiot. All you need is one outlier in their gang to make you shit bricks."

Arms crossed, Asoka wasn't particularly amused by the second portion of Itsuki's statement about her. While the title surely stroked her ego, she didn't like to have it used in a manner to downgrade the threats ahead. You can't lead a pack of unpredictable ghouls without knowing yourself to never underestimate an enemy, or a situation in general. She'd eventually back up under the rotten porch of the decayed house, realizing just how bad her hair had gotten. The pigtails did the damage control, but goodness were they just a pain to wear at this point. Removing the elastics used to apply her style, she released her shoulder blade length hair. As she brushed its entirety with her gloved hands in the attempt to remove the mass of water caught in them.

"Besides, suck my dick all you want, I know you two morons are hotshots among our suitcase carrying friends. If the group is that weak, one of you should be enough, let alone some circlejerk coalition between the two of you."

Nonetheless, if she didn't have to risk anything major, she was game to have this happen. May as well boost that karma slightly to make Asoka feel better about herself. So the two boys exchanged information about the place and how it could go, the little female ghoul didn't seem to interested in that. If she were to assault it, she'd of course look it up in her workplace and plan out how she'd make others do it for her with minimum damage to her assets.

But then something awful occurred, something that defied common sense to those who knew who Asoka was as a woman. Patting her on the head, messing with her hair and then acting all big brother-ish. How demeaning it felt for her, a power monger megalomaniac with a severe superiority complex. It was unacceptable. A vein plopped out of her temple, and her eyelid twitched when Itsuki made it back in. Resisting the urge to shatter her own teeth in anger, she simply took in a deep breath before replying.

"Yeah, I'm happy with my place in this world alright ..."

And with that said in the most monotone of voices, she made it evident to the male that something wasn't ticking right. Though as he'd take the action to understand what was up, he'd be met with strong, forward kick on his tailbone. She promised she'd go for the coccyx after all. It wouldn't be surprising that she'd pull off so easily, even on a high rated like Itsuki, after all she was the skillful one of the gang. The kick was swift, and shouldn't be all that damaging by someone her size. Except she'd a ghoul. The coccyx would evidently break and the sheer force would propel Itsuki forward into wooden rubble within the house.

This would hurt, somewhat, but as a ghoul it would be rather easy to shrug off by Itsuki. What would be harder would be the organ inevitably damaged there. The glorious family jewels. If he were also a Bikaku, the Kakuhou would also take a beating and deliver the most amusing of reactions. Now standing as authoritarian as ever, she slowly unbuttoned her prized coat before handing it on the opened door behind her. She was wearing a red plaid shirt, unbuttoned enough to show her cleavage.

"... Now you should learn yours, my beloved big brother. There are two things you should know. One, don't touch me like that. Ever. Two, just because we're quote on quote, "Siblings", doesn't automatically make us best friends. You're right on one thing, you are dumb. You know who I am, so don't push it."

Rolling her eyes, she'd turn her head to face Kachi, the one who didn't seem to out of touch with reality, as she cracked her knuckles. She wasn't going to beat the crap out of Itsuki, not unless he'd retaliate, but she did feel pumped and the need to exact ritualistic actions and free herself from unneeded equipment took over.

"I'm game for this charity work, but I'm not butchering some hobo ghouls. I'm a bit above doing the dirty work these days, sweetie."

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@Pirouette APPLY! Also, I don't know, this person took the initiative o; Making this democratic 'n' all

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@AtomicNut I like her. Since Roy still isn't back, I guess if the others are OK, you could join.