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Tsukiyama Fujino | Michiko Orinatsu




Tsuki was always proud of her surrogate child's ability to observe, she figured a lot of it had stemmed from having to basically survive in a figurative "land of giants", at his age. A memory surfaced of what she had been like at his age and she silently thanked the gods as she watched Ren work out what she and the "others" had surmised. Of course nothing was guaranteed but Ren's correct assessment with no prior knowledge about how weird the "cargo" they were storing away, was worrying Tsuki enough that she felt like maybe, just maybe, there really was something deeper happening with the Forgotten. However before Tsuki, could praise him, the other gang members began filing in, quite the colorful group she had collected over the last five years, but the correct group to trust her back too.

Akane had been first to enter, despite not being present for the call to meet, and had successfully retrieved one of the two shipments that the Autoshop had reported as a no show. She figured someone up the delivery chain got a bit handsy and originally she was going to handle it. But Mich's insistence, coupled with reassurance from Ren that he would handle any potential...mishaps was enough for Tsukiyama to let Akane go on her first solo mission. Though she neglected to let the fox eared woman know that the shipments had been insured and were already in route to the Kurotori building. Or the fact that it really was to send a message to any other potentially grubby handed imports manager to stay the fuck away from shit with the Kurotori's name on it. The iron smell wafting off her blade, was confirmation enough that Tsuki choose the better option in not telling her, heavens only know what phone calls she would be getting otherwise. A glance to Mich, who quickly did a scan of the local Jaeger Radio Frequency, coupled with only a message on the Sakanoshita 5 News network displaying that some type of electrical explosion had happened in Sector 5 of the District, exactly where the shipments had been tracked too. Mich's thumbs up, made Tsuki sigh with relief, and snap, teleporting the box into the Garage where JV would catalogue and put away the now extra parts they had "rescued". Tsuki motioned for Akane to come closer to the table "I'm excited to hear what's become of the people brave enough to steal from me, but it'll have to be later, we're having a meeting in a few, just hang out for now". Out of everyone, Akane's relationship with Tsuki seemed to puzzle her the most. The fox woman could very easily be more than what Ren bargained for when he brought her home all those years ago, but she seemed to respect the old lady despite her loose cannon attitude and Tsukiyama certainly wasn't in the business of breaking what doesn't need fixing.

Quickly filing in after Akane, was Mumeiki, thought Tsuki had figured he would've been the first to show, given his attitude towards the gang. Even with Mich spending time to try and figure out, and help Mumeiki though the transition of "Freedom", Tsuki couldn't help but feel like the man was still following some level of command and was incapable of perceiving what he had as free will. Doubly so when Ren would absent mildly talk in hyperbole to the metal man. On multiple occasions, despite him being with the group the shortest amount of time, Tsuki was mystified in Mumeiki's absolute command following. No amount of explanation seemed to help so far, and Michiko was under the impression that he might still actually be locked behind a command from before Tsuki and Company had trapped him. Though she had prefaced all of this without having, or rather, not wanting to pry into the mans mind and body without his explicit permission. Some weird sense of Zero-Percenter comradery, or at least that's what Tsuki read between the lines on why Mich hadn't just opted too jump into Mumeiki's mind yet, despite the several months he had been working with them. She opted to give the man a smile and motion for him to get a bit closer as more would show up.

Frost's nonchalant behavior was refreshing to say the least, the huge woman reminding her of the "family" she was forced to leave ten years ago. She did miss it occasionally, not the Government bullshit, but the seemingly life long comrades she had fought and survived with for most of her life. She missed not having to be responsible for anything other than her squamate's and students. Now she couldn't go more than a day before something required her attention, even with the help she had brought in. Without them and Michiko? Tsuki shivered at the prospect of having to run the WHOLE operation herself again. When Frost had appeared with the other Jaeger's sent to kill her, it sort of sparked the idea that maybe it was time to expand her employee base, especially if the JF was breaking their deal and hunting her again. She winked at the woman in reply, before Michiko sat on the arm of the chair, bringing her legs up to her chest and resting her head on her knees, the preroll Tsuki had given her, hitting her like a ten ton truck.

"I was worried when I saw how cheap they were selling it for, but I'm glad, come by room sometime later, I have more things I need you to try out for me" she stretched her upper body and sat back, propping her elbow, and by proxy, her head that came to rest on an open palm, on Frost's shoulder. Retracting the spikes up and down her body so they wouldn't poke the huge woman. Out of all the new gang members that had joined since Tsuki officially started operating under the Kurotori, Frost had been one of her favorite. She didn't seem to care that Mich was a chrome body, or that Mich had been exceptionally smaller then herself. And Frost love for guns had been a happy bonus that satisfied Mich's third qualifier for a potentially good friend. "Mama and Boy Wonder recovered some information on some...weird irregularities in two of the main Forgotten Trafficking Hubs, though I think Ma is holding out until everyone gets here" a subtle nod from Tsuki at the projection table confirmed Mich's assumption. "Oh and our Lieutenant here, from what I can gather, failed one of the infamous "Tsuki Stress Tests" but he was being broody about it so I'd leave that one alone" saying the last part a little quieter with a teasing smile, knowing full well that Ren could still probably hear her.

Tsuki sighed at the mention of the earlier argument that Ren and her seemed to closest right now, worried it might spark another argument but Shoshiku entering very quickly shifted her mind away from the comment, hoping Ren would follow suit. Shoshiku, much like Mumeiki and Michiko, was a testament to the horrifying capabilities of their day and age. When Mich had found the similarly tiny woman, and explained roughly what she was to Tsuki, Tsuki had figured Michiko joking. Just twenty years ago, someone like Shoshiku wouldn't have been as "functional" as she was. It would have been something not too dissimilar from Science Fiction, but there were moments when the woman's movements would remind Tsuki, she wasn't all just "herself". Mich offered a wave to Shoshiku to come sit with Frost and her on the enormous couch, no doubt Mich picking up that it would probably be easier for the little woman's body to take the stress of her body. The two had spent a lot of the previous missions together in the Van that Tsuki had bought for them both to use as a base out on missions. Though Tsuki hadn't been able to ask how that had been going in some time, and Mich never opted to bring it up in whatever little time the two spent alone together.

A text from Enrique popped up on the projection table for Tsuki to see, apologizing for being late but to start the meeting without them. Tsuki only worried for a moment, before swiping the message away and turning to the Gang.

"I hope everyone was using their free time well, if our Lieutenant and I turn out to be right about our assumption, I don't think we'll have much of it in the near future" turning to the table, she flicked two pictures up marked Site A and Site B:

Site A:


Site B:


"Im sure you guys know about both these places, they've gained their own infamy for a multitude of reasons, and until today, we had no reason to pay either place a visit. With the help of our lovely resident Metal Girl, we were able to uncover the illegal operations taking place within the Legal businesses Korobei has been operating for several years now" she took a second for everyone to get a chance to read over the various information showing up on the big screen, and the screens hanging in front of the couch Michiko had used earlier. Lighting one of her rolled cigarettes, she continued after a smoke filled exhale "I know I've said to steer clear of the Forgotten's path, save for when absolutely necessary, but that changes starting today. The increase in Zero-Percenters disappearances in the area has been increasing by the day, and while I couldn't act on it without any evidence, and accidently start a Gang War, your Lieutenant and I have a hunch something bigger is happening. We were only able to recover the last six months of the establishments "shipments" that frequently come and go through the day, and The Forgotten seem to be hoarding Zero-Percenter and powerful Yokai "Stock". So much so, they're storing them haphazardly because of the influx of so much stock." She let her words sink in for a second, taking a drag "While Korobei has always dealt in Yokai and Y.G/Y.S.G holders, he always stayed away from Zero-Percenters and Powerful Yokai, the former having little value these days and the latter being more risk than I thought the Forgotten Number 3 would be willing to take on."

She ashed the joint in her hand and teleported the ash to somewhere off in the sky, before swiping on the projection table with her free hand. Partially completed maps that Michiko was able to make from the information kept on the Datashards gave them a rough idea of where too start on both Sites, but once inside both illegal operations, they were going to be mostly blind. "Two missions, both with the same objective, and I dont care if we go in loud or quiet. We'll be looking to locate the Main AkumaServers and gleam any and all data we can get on the two remaining Trafficking Hubs that Korobei operates. I also want to rescue as many of the slaves as they have, save for those who are too far gone. The Yokai are an added bonus, and could easily become the distraction needed to cover our tracks. But above all else, we're going to disrupt and destroy their operations as best we can, Korobei should have never touched the people who've come to rely on the Kurotori, questions or concerns?" she turned to the group, arms crossed, joint in mouth, her eyes reading the group.
@Pumpkinlord@Estylwen hey guys im really sorry but I think im gunna have to bow out on this one, My RP is taking a lot of my drive and focus away and I don't want to hold you guys up, best of luck!
Tsukiyama Fujino | Michiko Orinatsu | Ren Fujino






Mich found herself in her room, looking over the largest screen located on her desk littered with unfinished products. Smoke filled the air, another puff filling the empty spaces where oxygen might run too in the immediate area around the woman's computer chair. Her eyes fixated on the current scene at the bar, tonights band running through a sound check of their set for later tonight. The music wasn't necessarily her speed, but she could appreciate their artistry enough, it took guts to perform at the Tori Bar on a Friday, doubly so after only a couple week night gigs. Moving the camera with one of her many cybernetics, the bartenders and wait staff seemed to be having a meeting, or more listening to the band sound check, while testing out new drink specials for the weekend. The head manager of the club, Sae, seemingly knowing Michiko was watching, gave a wave and a wink to the camera, making Mich huff smoke out her nose in amusement. Tsukiyama had hired Sae only a year ago, but the woman proved exceptionally skilled in taking over Tsuki's duties to free up the old lady's schedule. Being quiet about her private life and how she ended up on Tsuki's doorstep had really bothered Mich, the woman had a habit of taking in strays. Though they always seemed to give back to Tsuki tenfold, so she couldn't blame the woman, good help was hard to find in Sakanoshita, doubly so for trustworthy help. It also helped the woman was more than capable of handling herself, a powerful YG holder with the ability of coercion. Mich had originally been slightly adverse to the thought of letting the woman work and manage the bar, but Sae had more than made up for Michiko's doubts a couple times. Tsukiyama also never seemed to ask Sae if she wanted to be apart of the gang strangely enough, whatever they had talked about when she showed up at the bar one morning looking for a job, was enough for Tsuki to not press for such a powerful ability to be apart of the of the gang's arsenal. It wasn't Mich's business anyways, as long as she could be trusted to keep the ship upright, it was good enough for the chrome woman.

Shifting her view below gave her vantage of another camera feed over the fast building line of people waiting to get into the bar. A quick scan over the crowds' faces, coupling with her accessing their pre-registered patron files, or making one for the new customers coming for the first time. Typing on the keyboard in front of her, she quickly had the camera begin taking over the task automatically of scanning the future patrons, cigarette going out as it hung in her mouth. A couple of big red flags popped up here and there, a single thought from Mich sent over the profiles flagging as a precaution to the security team lead Io. The old vet apparently had worked with Tsuki in the early years of her career doing what Michiko could only assume was Special Forces adjacent work. She didn't pry into either of the two's backstory they briefly gave her when Tsuki introduced the old man: not when he came with ten other vets looking for a good full time gig. Behind the cool and friendly exterior, was a man who'd seen more than his fair share of fighting. Mich's memories of the old man absolutely beating the ever living shit out of a patron who touched Sae fluttered through momentarily. The old man sent her a thumbs up message, no doubt having already been briefing the team on what they would be looking out for tonight. The Tori bar policy was anyone's welcome back, but repeat offenders were left with a little more agressive of a reminder why they already had strikes; Tsuki's weird way of trying to create a space for their pocket of Sakanoshita for anyone, even the unsavory to have a safe space. Io and his men did more than his part to uphold this value. By now most people know not to fuck around when Io was around, and not to fuck up a good thing Tsuki had created. She relit her cigarette and pulled up the amount of tickets they'd sold for tonights special admission only show, a thousand people was just a hundred people shy of a full house. Die hard fans that the band had no doubt cultivated at the bar. Ashing her cigarette, she waved a hand and the camera feed swapped to the Fujino Motorwrx inner five garage wide auto shop.

Dozens of cars on lifts were further into the shop, with a couple motorcycles littered through out. They were definitely packed for the rest of this month. Mich spotted a car even their master mechanic, Jeri Valentinez (JV for short), had needed her help on at the beginning of the month, still lifted in the air. Jeri angrily stared at something just shy of the middle of the car. The man wasn't much older than her, and had also been a stray Tsuki "adopted" from Heita. They had run into each other before, usually during scrambles to scavenge whatever usable tech that laid in the Neo-Cities dumps, but had never made much conversation before Tsuki asked if she knew any trustworthy mechanics. He had never stole from her, and had even silently helped her in several cases, and had made a rep for helping the many orphans who had either lucked their way into a vehicle or "reappropriated" assets from other districts. He had personally created the group of mechanics that now filled Fujino's huge garage and had become just as much a member of Tsuki's weird family as the others. He was a Zero-Percenter like Mich too: just opting to stay fleshy. Though never outwardly to Michiko, she could feel his confusion on her choice to forego her skin and opt into whatever she was now, but it never bothered her, she understood this wasn't for everyone. An incoming call from Tsukiyama pulled her focus for a second.

Her eyes lit up as she answered. "I take it something didn't go according to plan, considering you're," she pulled up the bike's location, still five minutes out from the Kurotori's building, "Two hours late from when you were suppose to be back." she sat back in her chair watching Tsukiyama and Ren's bike weaving through traffic as she synced up to the local cctv cameras.

"This fucking kid is going to be the death of me I swear..." Tsuki spoke to the small earbud she had in her ear, glancing over her shoulder despite knowing Ren was keeping up. What was suppose to be a simple robbery of a Forgotten Safehouse, quickly turned into firefight and a subsequent Yokai Outbreak from the chaos. She had never seen an outbreak happen so fast, and Ren losing his focus, or rather losing his want to listen to her only made for MORE chaos. An hour job quickly turned into an hour of fighting to get back to their motorcycles and another hour of losing their tail before heading back to their portion of Sakanoshita. She wanted nothing more than throttle her son, but also knew it was part of the deal of taking him along. Why did an outbreak happen so fast anyway, was filling her brain as they pulled into the packed Garage, JV walking over before she came to stop with Ren close behind. Teleporting off her bike, she grabbed Ren by his wrist "Boy, why in gods name can you not just take a second and THINK!" Tsuki raising her voice got most of the workers attentions, prompting JV to clear his throat, making everyone go back to their previous tasks.

"Alright guys, how about we take quick break and clear shop for a couple minutes," JV meeting Ren's eyes and shaking his head, no doubt leaving him out to dry on his own this time. Ren rolled his eyes at JV in response. The other mechanics followed JV into the break area that they shared with the club, leaving Ren to contend with a pissed off surrogate mom. Michiko had already turned off her monitors, unhooking the tube that was feeding her the YoJuice that powered her fuel cells. A way to not have to waste Fuel Cells while in her room and doing one of the many jobs Tsuki had tasked her with. Stepping over more unfinished projects, she placed a hand on the stone wall of her room and a panel popped free, sliding to the side and revealing seven full fuel rods. Pulling one out and quickly plunging it into her chest with a twist, she turned on her heels, finishing her cigarette and tossing it on top of an ashtray in dear need of being emptied of butts. JV sent a message that came up in her vision as floating text box.

"Tsuki and Ren are fighting aga-"

"I'm already on my way, just stay out of the garage for now." She responded, having left her room and already in the elevator heading down to the Garage. Another cigarette already lit, dragging hard was the only indicator on the woman's face of the stress of having to keep Tsuki from destroying any of the cars that may lay in her warpath to discipline Ren.



"It wasn't my fault! Actually, you should be thanking me! I saved your ass!" Ren protested against Tsuki's frustration with aggression of his own, his ragged, sandpapery voice barking out protest. His wings flared out behind him, and Little Orochi swayed from side to side, a low hiss escaping its reptillian mouth. "I knew that shit was gonna go crazy, so I struck first and I dealt with it!" He tugged his wrist free of Tsuki's grasp, cloven hooves clopping a few feet back across the concrete floor of the garage. He pointed a claw at her and snarled, then frowned, and dropped his arm to his side. Sighing, he said, "I'm only doing what I think is best." He ran dark claws through his fiery hair. "Does that even compute for you? I'm not just fucking around! This is serious shit, and I take it seriously." Just like that, the aggression resurged, though in tones more muted than before. Little Orochi had grown quiet, but stared at Tsuki with a piercing, imperceptible gaze. Perhaps it wondered: what did Tsuki think Ren was trying to accomplish?

Tsuki remained steel faced in Ren's response, though beneath the surface of her subdued emotions, raged a swirling mix of anxiety and sadness for what their relationship had turned into in the last five years. Taking a step, she once again appeared next to Ren. "Ren, since you were a child that needed me to blow on food that was too hot for you, to now, I have never doubted what you were capable of. But this is a bigger issue than you just jumping into action without truly thinking bigger than the moment." She grabbed his wrist again, gentler than before. Turning his palms up, she dropped nine bullets in them and closed his fingers around them. "These were aimed for your head. Nine times, you were so focused on priortizing my safety, you put yourself at risk. Do you think I ne-" Tsuki took a second to think and breath, changing her approach. "My Son, when you are on a mission with any one of our gang members, you HAVE to have faith that they'll take care of themselves in moments like those. It's not your job to play boy savior, even if it feels like you absolutely need to, and certainly not when you're surrounded by more than ten people. Assess your teammates capabilities, plan according to their percieved strengths and weaknesses, and above all have faith that every teammate can hold their own if they agreed to go on the mission." She let go and sighed, her eyes the only thing telling Ren her anger with his actions was more than just professional. Though before Tsuki could say more, Michiko and JV both came back to check on the state of things. There never seemed to be a time anymore for Tsuki to tell Ren her true feelings, and the call reaching Tsukiyama was further evidence the universe had no interest in helping their mother-son relationship rekindle for the time being. "We'll finish this conversation later, get everyone rounded up in the brief room and prepare to explain why we only have partial information on the job we have coming up" Tsuki looking at her son with mixed emotions before teleporting into her office to take the call.

Ren stared at the empty space where Tsuki had just been, nostrils flaring. He didn't even get a word in edgewise! And "later?" Oh boy. He simply couldn't wait for that mystical hour, after all of these years, to finally arrive! She was his mom, what the fuck else was he supposed to do if not look after her?

Mich's outstretched hand was met with cash that was tucked into the pocket of her hoodie vest, JV sucking air through his teeth and calling out to the other mechanics that break time was up. The chrome body girl tilted her head for Ren to follow her as she turned on her heels and spoke, "Wanna talk about it or just brood with your tail?" Half in jest to ease Ren's agitation, and half a genuine question.

At Mich's remark, Ren's head lolled in her direction. His serpentine eyes fixated on her own as they narrowed. Then he grinned lazily, revealing twin rows of sharp teeth. His forked tongue flicked in and out of his mouth as he barked a laugh, somewhat forced but good-natured in intention. He clopped up in a hurry to reach Mich's side, then moved along beside her at an easy pace. "Sweet of you to worry about me," He teased cheerily, rapping a knuckle against her plated shoulder. "It's almost like there's a real girl in there somewhere."

"Forget I asked." Mich said, shooting him a middle finger with what equated to a smile from the woman. Passing through the breakroom to the hallway and reaching the elevator, she called the elevator and gave the man a once over, if only just slightly worried for his wellbeing based on the small interaction she caught at the tail end of the two's conversation. "You do realize Ma is a retired soldier right? What got you so spooked, you think Tsuki wouldn't be able to handle getting caught up in a trap?" She never choose sides in their arguments, learning very earily on into living with the two, that it was better to ask questions, than volunteer her opinion on either of their actions.

At Mich's question, Ren looked down at the Little Orochi, who merely peered back at him passively. "I- Uh, I don't know. I was following my instincts, Mich. And she made me second in command for a reason. If she can't respect that I know what I'm doing then..." He trailed off aggravetedly, realizing his fist was still closed around those nine bullets. His temple throbbed. He didn't have a pile of munitions to dump into her hands, because he was more focused on dealing with the problem than preparing a teachable moment for once the fight was done. The bullets dropped from his fist and clinked onto the floor one by one. Every part of Ren's body was pressing him to turn back the way he had come, hop onto his motorcycle and buzz off to Little Paris or the Ultraviolet Quarter or the tunnels beneath Rictor Station. Anywhere that wasn't here. Instead he followed Mich into the elevator with a resigned groan. "So- You dating anyone yet?" It wasn't a serious question, not really. Ren was pretty sure he knew what the answer would be, but if it got them off the topic of Tsuki he might say just about anything at this point.

Mich's eyes glowed for a second, the elevator going further down despite no button presenting the option for a basement. Ren and Tsuki's relationship was wholly different from Mich and Tsuki, she also viewed the woman as a surrogate mother, and she understood what Ren was feeling, but she learned within the first two years of living with them that Tsuki never let her guard down, if only to create teachable moments. She reached to grab his shoulder as reassurance, until of course Ren ruined the moment. Instead, she opted to swat the back of his head. "Yeah because my jobs here give me so much free time to jump into the dating cesspool of Sakano. Is this your way of asking me out again?" She elbowed Ren in the ribs teasingly. Two years ago, Ren had seemed to work up the courage to ask Michiko out, to which he was unfortunately met with uncontrollable laughter from Michiko. It wasn't until she saw how disappointed and hurt Ren was after she wiped tears from her eyes, that she realized he was being serious. They had moved past it largely, if not for Mich never really talking about it. Michiko wasn't lying when she made the joke about free time, and besides the fact that they basically grew up together as adopted sibilings, Mich hadn't really had the chance to think about it. Didn't want to was probably more of truth of the matter. Don't break what's working, right?

"Are you- Can we not- No!" Ren sputtered, his gray-skinned cheeks tinging with purple. Mich always had a way of turning things around on him. Her and Tsuki both, it felt like. "One: How many years ago was that? Like three? Four? Two: Fuck you and die. Three: And I stress this one, fuck you and die, please." He folded his arms across his chest, peering at her with an expression almost resembling a pout. "I was just curious." The Little Orochi let out a hiss, and Ren's eyes darted down to it. "Shut up." They really were very different, Ren understood that. He also understood that he didn't really know almost anybody at all. Getting close to people outside the gang wasn't safe.

So yeah, he had shot his shot with the chrome queen herself. Why not?

"We both know, that you know, it was two years ago, and trust me, with the amount of tasks for me to do everyday, my demise is all but sealed and approved by Ma herself, no need for wishful thinking." The elevator doors opened onto their gang's hideout, but Michiko stopped at the threshold before and turned. "And if you're so curious, why don't you grow a pair and just ask me out again so there's no guessing?" Mich's expressionless face workedto hide if this was a joke or not.

Ren stared at her for a moment before rolling his eyes and walking past her out the elevator. "Yeah, right," He said. "Like I'm that dumb." He turned on a hoof and grinned at her, saying in a smug tone, "But if you ever realize you messed up with the only guy that thinks you might have a heart buried somewhere under all that metal, you know where to find me." With that, he strode away from her and into the hideout, calling over his shoulder. "I gotta rally the troops now. Sit tight chrome girl." The Little Orochi stared at Mich in silence as Ren departed.

Mich jokingly threw a finger into her mouth and gagged, following after him. Her eyes, once again showing some type of command given to the building, whirled the various machines to life in the room. Taking a seat in the semi circle booth of couches closest to the projection table they'd be using, she pulled out a freshly packaged box of cigarettes. A quiet pop rang in the air, as she sat back and lit another cigarette. Screens above the table gave her access again to look around the building, as it seemed the club was beginning to let people in for the preshow. "Ma said you guys only got partial intel for the mission, how partial are we talking here?" She wasn't looking at Ren, but she was watching him through one of the various feeds.

Ren went up and down stairs and down hallways, knocking on various doors and calling out, "Meeting in ten in the secret clubhouse lobby! Be there or face the wrath of Tsuki after a mission gone bad! If something's broken, keep it to yourself Frost! If any of you want to break something, keep that to yourselves too! That one's for you Akane! So everyone get your heads in gear, put away the dirty magazines and hurry up!" His charming call to arms sufficiently meted out, Ren returned to Michiko, sliding into the booth next to her. Only after snatching her cigarette out of her mouth and taking a drag from it did he answer her question, his tone sardonic and laced with feigned apathy. "Like fifty percent partial. No biggie though. It's only people's lives at stake, and the great mother bear only holds me one hundred percent responsible. Practically a success." He took a moment then to deflate, stealing the last few minutes he had to lean his shoulder against her own in a rare but not uncharacteristic gesture. Taking a final drag of her cigarette, he held it back up to her lips. In a slightly more dejected tone, he suggested, "We should go for a ride later. You're overworked. I'm sorely understimulated sitting around here. We should do something fun."

A real smile crept along the regularly blank faced woman. She couldn't hide how much she enjoyed riding, especially when it was chasing after Ren through traffic. At the sight of Tsuki walking towards the elevator located in her office, the smile quickly faded. "As much as I would love to, I don't think mother bear is going to be giving me any free time in the near future." It was one of Tsukiyama's tells Michiko picked up on these last ten years: opting to walk anywhere for the woman meant she needed time to think. And if Tsuki was thinking, it no doubt involved needing Mich for something. A deep drag finished the rest of the cigarette, Mich squishing the butt into the ashtray that sat next to her, this one also crying to be emptied and washed from Michiko's habit. "I'd like that though, honest." It was a rare moment of genuine emotion between the two that seemed to escape them the past couple of weeks.

Ren savored the fleeting contact a moment longer, uncaring that her metallic arm was icy-cool against the unfurred skin of his bicep, or that he had to position himself just-so to avoid her spikes digging into his arm. He looked and acted like an animal sometimes, and she could play the part of a robot pretty damn convincingly. Still, they were both human, and it was nice to be reminded of that fact sometimes. "Rain check then." He pulled away from her slowly, and muttered, "This oughta be good."



Tsuki stood still in the elevator, eyes closed, anger radiating through her for completely seperate reasons. She slowed the elevator with her power to give her longer than the thirty seconds it took to travel the five floors down to the hideout.

"Ms. Fujino, why do I find myself regretting my choice on letting you come play to the table?" The man on the phone's most recent statement was the most infuriating of all the conversation. As if he was her handler instead of a partner. The gall of the son of a bitch. It was Tsuki who was regretting deciding to act on her impulse and even open herself and the gang up to this chessboard.

A flash of the Rank 5 outbreak ten years ago that started all of this rang through the black behind her eyes, making Tsuki grab for the wall to her right. Her heart racing for a second before she brought herself off the ledge, she stretched her upper body and began taking deep breaths. So much was at stake and she was holding all the secrets, not wanting to worry the others in case this was all a big nothingburger. The culminated anxiety of a bunch of cynical old timers who happened to learn information they had no business learning, who all seemed to be incapable of letting the knowledge hide away in their mind and not act on what all amounts to a hunch. Tsuki let her power go, the elevator moving back to regular speed. Nonetheless, this is what she made the Kurotori for, the last five years since they had officially started taking jobs and marking their "territory" so to speak. Yet, never had they so outwardly messed with the Forgotten like they had hours earlier. So much so, it reached the ears of the asshole who sent them the job, and resulted in her getting reprimanded like a fucking babe. The doors to the elevator opened to the hideout, Tsuki walking in to see both her "kids" playing nice. At least some of the family seemed to get along most of the time. Tsuki opted to avoid eye contact with Ren out of sake for just being civil now. It's not his fault he wants to protect me. A sort of mantra she chanted in her brain to ice over any flames that still embered.

Mich used Ren's leg to push herself up, squeezing to tickle him playfully. Her vision snapped back to her body as she moved to stand next to Tsuki at the projection table. Still seated, Ren's cheeks colored.

"Do your thing kiddo." Tsuki tossed two small datachips at Mich, who caught them with her right hand, her left touching the table.





Michiko closed her eyes, a rainbow loading bar filling the black, before a section of Neo-City seemed to slam down all around her. One of the thousands of songs she had tied to her AkumaDeck's codebreaking minigame sounding meant that she was able to get through the first barrier of the encyptions protecting the two chips. A message box popped up giving her the goal of this specific crafted level: Storm this building and clear all three floors; ten enemies on each floor, with varying levels of resistance. A cheeky good luck punctuated the message before closing and a countdown from ten began. Michiko reached into her hooded vest, finding one of her trusty pistols in their holster. One of her axes also spawned in their holster along her arm, the game setting the rules for Michiko: One gun, one axe, have fun. It was simple enough. Bouncing on her feet and shaking her hands, as soon as the count down finished, she burst into a sprint and jumped through a first floor window, landing on an unsuspecting goon's spine feet first, a satisfying crack ringing out below her as she landed. She dove through a door directly in front of her as bullets rang out from the left of the hallway she had landed in. Three men quickly ran forward, taking cover to the side of the door, guns at the ready as the one in the lead motioned for them to breach the room. A metal hand ripped through the thin concrete wall, Michiko's hand finding the grunt at the back's neck and pulling inward, snapping it against the wall. Mich crashed through the wall into the second grunt, throwing him against the wall, before an axe found it's way into the lead grunt's neck. Michiko blew a loose hair from her face as she ripped her axe free while the three men disintigrated into digital particles. The soldier she initially had landed on crawled slowly towards their gun laying in front of them. A quick shot to the head digitized that grunt too, and a loud "FOUR!" rang out through the building. Michiko sighed, maybe she didn't need to make the game so mentally time consuming. Mich quickly broke into a sprint seeking her next targets-



Michiko's eyes fluttered open seconds later, pocketing the chips and her eyes lighting up. The contents of the two chips now presented themselves on the table for Tsuki to parse through. Tsuki teleported a preroll into Michiko's fingers, which looked hungrily for another cigarette as a tax for expending her mental energy. Time dilated in the codebreaking program, but her brain could only take so much thought processing before a blowback like the anxiety she felt creeping at the edge of her fingers. Tsuki winked at the girl. "Come over here my lovely son, I need your eyes for this before the others get here." Michiko, relishing in the reward of one of Tsuki's special cigarettes, quickly found herself eyeing the table and catching site of some horrific photos of a trafficking hub, averting her eyes to spare herself from anger in such a delightful moment.

Ren sighed loudly, pulling his body into a standing position with great effort as he turned up the dramatics to eleven. Clopping over to Tsuki, he snidely said, "Lovely son, huh?" His voice was sand and gravel, the words punctuated by an inhuman, slightly rumbling undertone. He saw Michiko enjoying her well-earned cigaratte out of the corner of his gaze, and privately wished he felt like enough of an asshole to steal it from her. They actually had a nice interaction today though, so no, it was better he let her enjoy herself. Plenty of more time in this day and future ones to piss off the people he cared about.

Speaking of.

"Here I am," He declared, raising his arms and then letting them drop to his sides. His wings briefly fluttered in their retracted state. "What?"

Tsuki sighed with patience even Buddha himself would struggle to find. "If you'd taken the time to even look at the table, you'd understand why I seemed to foolishly ask for your eyes here." Taking a step back and leaning against the railing separating the lowered portion of the floor the wall of screens and projection table called home, Mich, cigarette proudly lit in her mouth, stood next to Ren and started to shift through and throw pictures of dozens of live captured Yokai mixed in with cages of what could only be assumed to be Zero-Percenters. "Now please humour me, without the attitude, and tell me what you and the scaly one think about all these Yokai and Zero-Percenters gathered together could potentially mean." Another one of Tsuki's many lessons starting again.

Ren sighed, a sound mirrored by the hiss coming from the Little Orochi. It stared at Tsuki with beady eyes that gleamed in a near-accusatory fashion. "My tail isn't a fortune cookie, but sure, we'll take a look." Blasé as he acted, the longer Ren looked over the data, the more furrowed his brow became. "Okay. Definitely bears further investigation..."



All the while, concert-goers now fully flooded the club, the preshow already raging and the club in full service. Any of the members coming in through the club would have to wade through the ebb and flow of the full house. Customers came to pick up the projects JV had managed to finish for the night. Members who enter through the garage would be met with the hustle and bustle of the crew cleaning up for the night before going into the club to watch the main band play. Some also more than likely would probably be staying in their personal apartments above the club and autoshop. All patrons however, none the wiser that the gang's meeting would be taking place soon.
@TheMushroomLord Looks good to me! You have approval 1. Once Vidar weighs in and has no issues you can post them up in the characters tab in the actual RP page.

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@TheMushroomLord You have my approval!

❖魂のサち❖
Tamashī no Samuraitachi



- Premise -

Hi and welcome to the world of Yokai'kuma, an alternate version of earth where the continents were slammed together as a result of a war in the Year 2000 C.E (Common Era), between incredibly powerful beings, known as the Japanese Folklore spirits Daitengu, and their disciples. The aftermath of the war would mark a completely new Era for humanity, every year after being known as A.U or After Union. In this universe, the creatures, spirits, demons, etc, of Japanese Folklore exist and heavily influenced the course of the worlds history.

The most important change in this Universe's History, was the emergence of a genetic mutation, better known as Yokai Gene's (Y.G for short) across the globe. Because the world and it's inhabitants were in close proximity to Yokai, naturally the energy or "Ki" of these mythical beings and creatures would begin to bleed into everything around them. Plants, animals, etc, would begin to involuntarily absorb properties of Ki, and as a direct result, the world would begin to see results of the mutations in 10 A.U. Plants would be the first to alarm the change as some became sentient, or would grow in bizarre ways, some even having wildly vibrant color schemes, while others having poisons that could destroy whole sections of forests. Then animals became next, as yokai-esque looking animals began to show up around small towns, while other animals would be seen able to control certain elements or other seemingly magical abilities. Then, in the year 30 A.U, the first human would surface, with what is now called a "Mutation Marker" that appeared in the form of horns on his forehead. Slowly but surely more humans began to develop traits such as wings, tails, extra arms, two heads, etc. These mutations not only gave a human one trait, but also greatly changed the natural abilities of humans, varying from inhuman speed and dexterity, to increased strength and durability or even heightened senses of smell and hearing.


At first, humans would only have one Mutation Marker and one natural ability that was altered, however that changed when a woman appeared with not one, but two traits. This woman would have wings and horns, and seemingly had all her natural human abilities altered. Not only that but she had the ability to control the weather and materialize a vibrant rainbow colored Katana. She would be known as the first human-being to hold Yokai Shogun Genes or Y.S.G for short. Y.S.G mutations would only appear once out of every ten thousand Y.G holders naturally, meaning they were incredibly rare. A being with Y.S.G would have two or more Mutation Markers, increased natural abilities on all fronts, the ability to summon what would be come to know as a "Soul Binder" or a signature weapon that can be materialize and dematerialized at will, as well as typically one ability that could be perceived as magical or divine in it's nature. Thus began humanities new societal age, as Y.G and Y.S.G's became more and more widespread with each passing year. Now the population roughly is 80% YG , 10% YSG and 10% Zero Percenters. As you can imagine, life for regular humans is harsh and brutal, when 90% of the population is armed and dangerous in various ways.

- Setting -


Our story will be taking place in the far off future of 185 A.U. In 185, the world is vastly ahead in means of technology, lifestyles, world views, and general societal hierarchies. On Yokai'kuma, there are Five Mega cities Of importance. Them being known as New-Paris (All European Ancestral Decent) at it's Northwest corner and Coast, Moscow-0 at its Northeast Corner and Coast (All Russian Ancestral Decent), San-Washington at its Southwest Corner and Coast (All North, Central and South American Ancestral Decent), Old Kinshasa at its Southeast and coast (Middle Eastern/African/Australian Ancestral Decent) and last but not least, the most important city, Neo-Tokyo (all Asian Countries Ancestral Decent), lay at it's center. Each city spanning thousands of miles wide, all in various different designs and city plans.

All five cities fall under the law and order of the Japanese Federation, or the J.F for short. The J.F took control after the chaos of the Union generally pretty fast as most of their infrastructure was intact and they happened to have the most Y.S.G soldiers at the time. Of course this wasn't a peaceful takeover. Once the J.F realized they weren't the only surviving government entity, there was a period of hostile take overs, as the J.F mobilized and siege each city at the time. It was a swift and "just" takeover, as the J.F began dictating what was and wasn't allowed. There would be a nation wide ban on the travel of Y.S.G outside of Tokyo, only those carrying a special passport, with approval from the J.F were allowed to leave and live in another mega-city. Not only that, but every Y.S.G would be required to have a tracer injected into their bodies, either at birth, or for the already existing Y.S.G, a non-optional medical procedure. Of course there are many who hide in the vast mega-cities, however they must keep a low profile or risk the Jaegar (Think Navy SEALs) operatives coming to terminate "Undocumented Shogun". This is a problem that is gaining more and more ground as Y.S.G are forming groups and pushing back against the status quo of the J.F.

There are three joint agencies, called the Peace Corps, dedicated to enforcing J.F laws and policies at different levels, spanning jurisdiction across all five mega-cities.





-Plot-


This RP will be taking place in the year 185 A.U, a dystopian cyberpunk-esque future on Yokai'kuma. This RP is going to center around the Sakanoshita District, and will follow several arcs of story. After each Arc, ill accept new characters and do a general recap before starting the next arc. Your characters at the start have been recruited by Tsukiyama Fujino, a rising name in Sakanoshita. She is starting her own Gang, The Kurotori (Black Birds), in an attempt to form a group capable of disrupting the current status-quo in the district, with a secondary plot that will become important in later arcs if we get there. This Arc will focus on the start and eventual rise of the Kurotori in the Sakanoshita district.

- First Arc: A Change is Here -


In the mega-city of Neo-Tokyo, the J.F polices the streets with an iron hand. Y.G and Y.S.G are more or less left to protect and police themselves. Gangs and Groups of Y.S.G have grown to become the top of the food chain in Neo-Tokyo, as most functions in each districts, are directly controlled by the biggest groups and gangs. In Sakanoshita, The Forgotten are the kingpins of the crime ridden district. Anyone who wants to conduct a new business enterprise or venture, would have to go through the Forgotten and pay a hefty tax or payout. Anyone who decided differently, are met with a very violent and very public execution, made an example for anyone foolish enough to think similarly. Tsukiyama has been abiding by the rules of the Forgotten, but with the emergence of the Kurotori, shes looking to change Sakanoshita into a place that people can come to and not have to look over their shoulder constantly. This arc will follow the start of the Kurotori's journey into becoming the top gang in Sakanoshita.


- Districts/NPC District Gangs -

Neo-Tokyo takes the shape of a giant circle spanning thousands of miles, surrounded by nuclear-warfare defense, Y.S.G grade material wall. There is one road that goes directly through the city from left to right, almost like a spine, known as the Mugen no michi (Infinite Road) or I.R 1. The Mega-City itself is separated into specific districts, that all have their own downtown along the main spine and, in a somewhat literal sense, ecosystems. These districts take the general layout of rings around the center of Neo-Tokyo, with each district sectioned off by the same material as the outer wall of the city, and max-security gates at certain roads connected to the neighboring district. There was a general plan for the layout of the city, but hundreds of years of growth has lead to a mostly jumbled labyrinth of various building designs. Seemingly infinite amounts of roads and buildings at ground level, with 20-50 levels built above, stacked in a mostly secure way. More often then not, the citizens of Neo-Tokyo could discover an entirely new level of the city they've never been too, despite living their whole lives in the city. Addresses typically include, building I.D, Street Name, Floor Number, District (Ex. FujKu114, I.R 1, G-0, Sakanoshita District would be the address for the Kurosagi's base.)

(Some of the districts wont be in this arc, so they will be locked for the time being, as will their Gangs/Groups, as they also wont make an appearance.)



- Rules/Character Sheet -


-Me and My Co-GM @BurningCold are going to do our best to be as fair as possible, but their word is as good as mine, definitely room to have a conversation during disagreements, but we have final say on all matters.

-Most important rule is have fun, theres no point in rping if its no longer fun for you. If youre not feeling the RP and want to drop it PLEASE dont ghost. Just PM me here or on discord at the very least.

-Im not looking for book chapters, but a minimum of 1-2 paragraphs should be the standard that I want us to try to reach.

-The posting order will be established after the first round of replies when the IC starts (With wiggle room of course).

-Please dont godmode or metagame if youre fighting another writers character, id like you guys to decide before hand who wins or leave it to a coin toss

-Be kind to your fellow RPers, if you have any problems please sort them out in private or bring it to me so I can help resolve matters amicably.


@vietmyke you also have my approval!
@Archazen You have my approval! Welcome to the gang, once you get @BurningCold's approval, and I get the OOC up, your good to post the CS
discord.gg/6DN4u9zGJR here’s the discord if anyone wants to come and ask some questions!
@vietmykeadded more info on the setting! Will be getting a discord up preemptively so you can reach out with any questions directly once I finish making it
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