Post by Ukyo Matsuoka on Oct 19, 2013 22:51:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable]Will my heart return to white
It turned out that getting involved in the ordeal in New York City wasn't the best choice that Ukyo had made. People took videos and of course those videos showed him and Auspietchen Atem fighting nothing and blasting air everywhere. It seemed like they were the only ones causing all of the chaos, even if he was doing the exact opposite and trying to protect the city. Of course though, the police somehow got some footage of his venture in Switzerland. They could at least see one of the other beings, but still it was pretty apparent it was the same green haired, wind user in that footage. He had been approached and quickly got out of there as quickly as he could. He didn't really do anything wrong, but dealing with police wasn't something he thought would go very well. Who was going to believe that invisible people had been there? No matter how well he explained it, it just wasn't going to be accepted by some one clueless to the worlds among their own.
It got even worse when his face, or a blurred image from one of the videos got onto the news. Ukyo really hated helping people sometimes. His 'vacation' just got a lot more rough. 'It's your fault for being such a goody goody' he got told inside of his head, and he just rolled his eyes as a response to that. He couldn't really argue it. He was the one who was always playing hero and saving the world. What decent person with his ability wouldn't though? Actually now that he thought about it, there were a lot that wouldn't. If they raised a finger it probably wouldn't be for the same reason that Ukyo had anyway. Damn. Where was the world heading? 'Down the gutter, Princess~' he was answered even though he really didn't want one to begin with. Sometimes it was really annoying to never be able to even think things to himself. 'Oh you love it~' Again.. he didn't really want a response, but man did he get a peppy one.
"Well we're going to have to do something about that" clearly he wasn't talking about the voice in his head either. This was a lot more troubling issue. All he got in response to that was a mental groan from his other self. He had no smart answer for that one huh? Ukyo would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved because of that. He didn't feel like defending his choice of what to do with how own body. He wasn't going to make his other side get involved. In fact it might just be a lot easier if he didn't, until fighting broke out. With the ongoing trend of random violent assholes... Ukyo was pretty sure it was going to come down to that. Even with his power he needed help though. That was what brought him to this part of the...country. He had... borrowed a ticket on a cruise. He had spent a few days enjoying his trip in his room, not sure if it was safe to exit. When he spotted Sealand though, that was when he jumped ship, making his way to the port. Ukyo had walked around until he found the boldest shady place there. He had no idea if the man he was looking for would be there, but he knew it was a good start. So when he found a place he heard led to an underwater strip club he was pretty sure that was where he needed to be. It seemed right. He just waited around the entrance, not even sure what he was waiting for.
He knew about another bount in...'the business', and he had heard they were pretty flashy. That was who he was hunting down now. He had never really taken the time to come find them, mostly because he wanted no part in that kind of thing. Now he figured he needed the help, and he was pretty sure he could get on the man's good side. How hard could it be to get along with his own kind? Then he remembered the blonde man from Japan. Okay how hard could it be to get along with his own kind when he wasn't starving and fighting for control of his body? He was a nice enough guy, and he was really offering this man a favor. If the world got destroyed 'the business' would surely suffer.
There were many types of assholes roaming around his main business area lately. Blood was almost certain stationing himself in Japan wasn't the best of ideas he's had in awhile, but he didn't care. The assholes were all taken care of eventually. Even if he had to send Luka to take care of it, or even if he had to do it himself. Although this time in particular was one he was sure he'll never forget. Some people just needed to know who he was, and how much they needed to fear him. Of course, his name didn't go around as much as it did when he first started up, and perhaps he was in need of a sort of update in how his business was taken care of, but that wasn't his problem. If you can't solve your problems with a rifle to your enemy's face, then how could you?
Sadly, blind threats didn't always work. And it was just one of those days where Blood didn't have Luka with him, which sucked. He had to clear out the fuckers himself. Working was far too hard for him to do, so when he heard the commotion happening in the front of his main headquarters, he decided to just do away with those involved. Apparently a man was ripped off by a whore of his, but that wasn't his problem. Blood took the hat with Tasse on it, knowing he had no intention of even talking it out, and went towards the front. When he got outside and took a good look at the man yelling at every person to exit, he noted a few key features of him. He was taller than Blood, Bulkier, and covered in tattoos. And by the looks of it, instead of complaining he could easily have strangled the bitch who ripped him off. That way he could have a few free fucks from her corpse to satisfy his needs instead of bothering Blood about it.
Blood took Tasse off the brim of his hat and rested her in his hand. He didn't feel like dealing with this shit. Tasse transformed from a small rose to a beautiful rifle that was just begging to be used. He took aim at the man, who then snapped his fingers. He of course had another plan than to complain all day. Five men came out from a van parked on the side of the street, holding one of his girls hostage. They demanded ransom, which was strange. It was as if they thought Blood cared about this girl's life. He removed his aim from the man and switched it to his girl, shooting an array of 'bullets' of air from Tasse, hitting the man behind her as well. They both became limp and fell to the ground, likely dead. Pools of blood swarmed them and that confirmed both of their deaths to him.
"If ya think you can get money out of me from some disposable whore, then you are sadly mistaken." He turned his aim back to the man it originally was on, "Now, if ya want to live, you'll follow me inside" Blood walked into his building, with the five remaining men following him as well. He lead then to the helicopter pad on the roof, commanding them inside with Tasse pointed at them. A pilot was up there waiting for him, prepared to take him anywhere he pleased. Blood ordered the man to take him to Sealand, which seemed like it would be a pretty long flight. And he was correct. There was a a point where he fell asleep in his fancy white helicopter, but no one bothered to wake him until they were landing. The pilot awoke him, but Blood didn't feel like moving anymore.
Blood called the people in his strip club, commanding then to send out muscular gimps and a long golden couch. They didn't take very long to come out of the entrance and make their way to the helicopter where Blood was resting, which was good. He didn't like waiting, and would have to kill some more people if they did shit wrong. He wasn't in the mood today. Blood laid on the couch and ordered the men to follow him inside in a straight line, pointing Tasse at them, prepared to shoot them if they got out of the line. However, just as he was about to enter the elevator, he saw a curious looking green haired man. Blood was sure he saw a video of this man wrecking havoc on New York, but he was sure he wasn't the only one there.
"Take these men to the training facilities. Allow no escape" Blood addressed his pilot, who complied and took the men down. "I've seen ya before. What brings you to these parts? Here to destroy my club?" He smirked at the last part of his sentence, hinting he saw a very incriminating video. Tasse transformed back into a rose, which he placed back on the brim of his hat. He sat upward on his long golden couch and patted the cushion beside him. "Sit down, stay awhile. What did ya come for?" He wanted to be on this man's good side. Blood knew this man knew how to handle himself from what he saw, so having to fight him would probably not be in his best interest. On top of that, it would probably destroy the entrance to his strip club. He didn't feel like repairing it, so the people inside would likely die, and he'd be out hundreds of workers.
Post by Ukyo Matsuoka on Oct 29, 2013 13:10:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable]Will my heart return to white
Ukyo wasn't really sure what was going on, but a helicopter landed rather closely. The next thing her knew there was group of men coming out of the club's entrance carrying some golden sofa. He couldn't do anything but blink with a confused look on his face. They continued onward tot he helicopter, but never placed it down. Apparently they weren't supposed to. The helicopter opened up and a man got out, taking a seat on the lifted couch. Those men were supposed to carry him like that? Ukyo didn't understand, but that was indeed the case. He was followed by some other men who were getting that flashy rifle pointed at them, likely not someone the couch male was on good terms with.
Something didn't sit right with him. Usually he wouldn't stand by and watch this kind of thing, but surely those men did something to deserve that treatment right? He knew the business he was about to get involved in. That made him pretty sure they deserved it, but what if they had just been trying to do the right thing? Ukyo gave a pitiful look to the men who were being led along to some awful fate. He really wanted to say something, but something stopped him. That something was a certain roll of the imagined eyes of a voice in his head. He was pretty sure he could guess what he was going to say, so he didn't even question it. His eyes just went back to the black haired man who was just in front of him now. It turned out he was just in time to hear the man ask him a question he didn't even know he had been dreading. His face fell about. That video had really gotten around already hadn't it?
Ukyo ran a hand back through his hair before he replaced his hat in the right position. "No. That's not why I'm here so don't worry" he said light heartedly, giving a nervous smile. He was really going to regret fighting like that in one of the biggest cities in the world. "I'm here to talk to who I'm assuming is you if this is really your club". He doubted that this wasn't the right guy. The way he was sitting on a hoisted up couch, pointing guns at people, made him pretty sure that this was the man named Blood. The man was patting the couch, and Ukyo just stared. He really didn't want to get on that thing. Wouldn't it be rude if he didn't do so though? That wasn't a good way to start this meet. 'Stop being a fucking pussy' the voice told him and with that bit of unconventional encouragement he stepped forward, pulling himself up onto the golden couch, trying to ignore the men below that were now baring his weight.
"So is there any place... private we could talk?" he asked, situating himself comfortably on the couch, at least as comfortably as he could get at that point. The look on his face told that this was a serious manner. If the man had seen the video then it was likely that he had a good enough idea about what Ukyo was. That tad of information would likely lead to a good guess about his intentions about their talk. He could only hope it would get so far before things got too weird for him. The way things were going weren't giving Ukyo very many hopes though. This was just outside of the club. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what the inside was like.
Blood was at least glad to hear that this man wasn't openly out to ruin his business. It would be a shame if his club was destroyed so soon. Although he would love to admit.. It would be pretty funny to see the pain and struggle in everyone's face as they desperately tried to get to the surface while not all of them will make it. The best part of it would be him making their families and friends fish their bodies out of the sea. Yes... That was definitely something he could do if he ever got tired of his club. Of course, If was the main word of it. Blood decided to take note of this thought. He pulled out his phone and rested his legs back up, setting his legs on the lap of the man on the couch with him not even minding his personal space. Blood waved his hand to the men carrying the couch as he typed his memo to destroy everything. It was going to be quite the long elevator ride down and he didn't want to forget his next plan.
The two men set the couch down in the elevator and left it, pushing the button on the way bottom before leaving them alone. Blood was certain he didn't pay much attention to what this green haired man was saying after his confirmation of not destroying everything, but he was sure it had something to do with his office. Perhaps a business deal, or maybe this man was offering to become a worker. Either way, they were heading down. Sadly, it was a very long way down, so he had to get acquainted with this man somehow. Luckily since the button was pressed to go to Blood's office, there wasn't going to be any extra stops. It was designed to go directly to his place. Everyone else would have to wait. There were three other elevators in the entire place, as well. So it wasn't hindering anyone in their way to go up and down. Blood loved this feature on the elevators. He designed them specifically for that feature.
Blood spent a few moments on his phone, browsing the funny images on a site, but the images sadly weren't funny. He had seen a lot of them before, so it was kind of depressing. Although it dawned on him that he wanted to get acquainted with this man. He couldn't do that by looking at pictures. Blood put his phone in his breast pocket and looked at the green haired man, stared at him. He wanted to get a good feel of what he was. But that got very boring, so he decided to speak up. "Sorry, but what are you here for again?" He didn't know if the man stated his intentions or not, considering he hardly paid attention, but he was going to get an answer now. Or at least he thought he was. He had spent a lot more time on his phone than he thought because they were already there.
"Right this way." Blood stood up from the couch and began walking down the long hall that led to his office, leaving the couch in the elevator for others to deal with. someone would pick it up eventually. Even if someone hadn't picked it up, Blood was sure he'd just go to a different elevator. He had at least four of them connected through different halls all leading to his large office. Blood walked through the doors and took a seat on the office chair near the desk in the middle of the very decorated room. He spun around in it while speaking to the green haired man once more, "State your business!" He continued spinning in is chair, not giving a flying fuck if the man thought he was strange or not.
Post by Ukyo Matsuoka on Nov 25, 2013 14:23:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,bTable]Will my heart return to white
He didn't say anything when the men went on carrying the couch. Ukyo tried to tell himself that it wasn't as heavy as he thought it was. They looked decently strong. Surely it wasn't that hard to carry he and the other bount to the elevator. Even still, he was relieved when the flashy furniture was set down in the oddly large elevator. Did Blood usually travel on a couch like that? Ukyo decided not to question that. He already couldn't bear to look at the as they passed him to exit the elevator. Instead he looked down at the nice shoes that were on his lap now for some reason. His eyes followed up the legs attached to them until his sight landed on Blood who was busy on his cellphone. He seemed pretty busy, so Ukyo just kept his silence, even though they were alone already. He could have started to pitch his proposal to the man. Instead, he decided to sit there and watch as the numbers of floors were counted above the door.
Before anything was said, Ukyo realized the elevator had stopped, and it was on the very bottom floor already. Nobody else was needing the elevator apparently, something he found weird, but not something he lingered on. Instead, he looked to Blood, opening his mouth to speak. He didn't get that far though. Blood got up, leaving the elevator, and Ukyo's more timid and respectful nature let him do it without an argument. They were heading somewhere they could speak. Ukyo was going to get his chance. He could wait another minute or so. That in mind he got up off the couch, not even trying to figure out what was going to be done with it.
He followed Blood down the connecting hallway, looking around at nothing in particular as he did so. Really, the hall was nothing compared to the room they enter next. Ukyo didn't even have words, not his own anyway. 'He's fucking nuts' the voice inside his head spoke, earning a light glare from Ukyo, though to the outside world it looked like he was just looking at the decoration with distaste. It was a bitch when one couldn't separate their heads from reality. "Be quiet for a few minutes please" he spoke out loud in a very direct tone, even though he was looking at pretty much no one in that moment.
The next thing he knew, Blood was speaking to him again, asking what it was he was doing there, or at least some variation of that. Ukyo walked up to the man's desk, taking a seat with a very serious look on his face. "You saw what happened in New York obviously. I was there to try and find you before all of that happened, just because of what happened too" he began, leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "I want to stop things like that from happening again. I can't do it by myself though" he almost looked saddened by that fact, brows furrowing slightly, a disappointed look in his eyes. "I'm sure that the madness that is sweeping the world isn't good for you either. That's why I came here. I need your help, and in return I want to help your... business by making sure there's still a world for it to exist in" He might not have liked all of the aspects he had seen of this business. He knew it was better than the end of the world though. Ukyo had the optimistic thought that maybe he could even change some of Blood's views on some of his work. 'If not then I know another way to put him out of business' the other him pointed out, making Ukyo scowl. Apparently those few minutes he asked for were up.