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Post by ryu on Apr 9, 2009 6:05:54 GMT -5
The sound of a jet engine grew louder as a small area, on the west side of the mountain, it was illuminated by an intense, golden glow. The sounds gradually quieted, and eventually stopped altogether. The bright light dimmed into nothingness, vanishing behind a tall building. The source was a metallic motorcycle, with a classical appearance to it. It was likely something that belonged in a high budget Harley Davidson commercial.
The rider swung a leg over the saddle, and dismounted, pulling the black helmet from his head. Setting the shell on the seat he previously occupied, a hand, dressed in a black glove, brushed hair from his face. His attire was nothing special, consisting of a black pants, a black jacket and black boots, donning the appearance of a typical Asian biker. The coat, he had planned on saving, but hadn't considered one minuscule detail. As he rode, it had trailed behind him, whipping in the wind. With a shrug, the rider stepped away from his bike, toward a stone path that ran alongside the mountain.
This rider was none other than the 6th Division Captain of the Black Knights; Hayashi Hiroshi. He made his way towards a cabin. It was old in appearance from the looks of it, but it was where he used to spend his time in to relax. Coincidentially, this was also the same cabin where the previous Zero used his Geass to 'hypnotize' the JLF soldiers into thinking there was nothing wrong and to ignore everything. Hayashi took his seat on one of the chairs there, taking out of his coat a bottle of sake, popping the cork open before chugging it in, drowning out his sorrows and miseries of his past. Wanting to forget somethings that cannot be forgot because of the significance it held to his life.
It was all due to the fact he is troubled by the memories of his missing sister and brother, along with his dead parents, that he finds himself ever so troubled. The way he conducts himself is through hate, and that hate is mostly at Britannia. An empire he couldn't stop hating, all of their damned empire can go to Hell for all he cares, yet that is what he intends to do with them. Send them off to Hell with a bang. Perhaps be their very own, personal nightmare. Although all he can do now is just dream on, and chug some more of the sweet sake, already having informed his fellow Black Knights where he will be.
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Sakura Shizuka
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on Apr 10, 2009 21:31:23 GMT -5
Sakura strolled along the path upwards the mountain at Narita, her hands stuffed in her pockets. It had been a fair amount of time since her little meeting with Male Blondie, but the pain in Sakura’s hand had hardly subsided. She presumed half of it was just psychological, as with all injuries. She had told the medics that there was no need to keep it bandaged, that is would be good for her hand if it got some air. But did they listen? ‘Course not. Sakura grumbled under her breath. The day those idiots listened to her would be the day Anju stopped drinking. Made her wonder where they got their degrees from…
Yawning slightly, Sakura rubbed her eyes before cursing at herself. She was becoming weak. She pulls a couple of all-nighters and she’s already wiped? “Tch.” Pathetic. For the past few nights, Sakura had been doing a little investigation, or so to speak, on a darling man she had met about a week ago. This charming person was the reason why she currently rendered Righty rather than her usual ambidextrous. Her eyes narrowed slightly as a dull throb ran down her left hand. Anderson. That Male Blondie…just the memory of him made her want to rip his intestines and use them for violin strings (ignoring the fact that Sakura has no idea how to play said musical instrument). She happened to meet the man a week ago. It ended with dust being thrown in her eye and a lovely bullet wound to the left hand. Yea. It was clear that Sakura’s feelings towards the man was not to sweet.
Completely determined to pay Male Blondie for the public humiliation he so kindly gave her, Sakura had gone straight to work afterwards, locking herself up in her quarters searching for anything she might find on the man, refusing to see anyone unless someone’s pulse had stopped. Which leads to her current situation: being dead tired. But it had not all completely been in vain. While most of the information surrounding Male Blondie was vague and/or worthless, there were bits and bobs that stuck out. For example, Sakura had read somewhere that the man and the current Emperor had a peculiar relationship, one that was shrouded in mystery. This was further linked to odd experimentations performed by the doctor, but that was the extent. There was nothing stating what these experiments were, on whom or where they were performed, and where the Emperor tied in with all of this. But it was enough to give Sakura some sort of a lead. She would later visit the Ghetto…after all, what better place to look for underground information than in the slums?
Turning a corner, Sakura stretched slightly, another yawn escaping her mouth. Ugh. She needed tea. Pity she hadn’t brought any with her. She had considered it, but then decided against it. After all, Sakura didn’t plan on spending too much time out today. As for what she was doing all the way out at Narita, it was quite simple: air. After all, as hardheaded and stubborn she may be, Sakura knew that a time came when all humans had to escape work and just take a breather. For her, now was that time. Zero had not informed her of any movements yet, and currently the Britannians were keeping it low on the spontaneous killing sprees. One could almost say that the air was…peaceful. It would be stupid of her not to take this opportunity and go relax. She wouldn’t spend too long, after all Male Blondie was still on her priority list, just enough to clear her mind. And maybe catch a couple of zs. And then it was back to work, first thing in the morning.
Nodding to herself, Sakura glanced up to see a cabin up ahead. She tilted her head to the side. Perhaps there? Seemed like a safe enough space to veg out. As she approached it, a figure could be seen, causing Sakura to tense slightly. Who was it? Britannian? Chinese? Her hand went to her hilt, her steps becoming slower and more cautious. This wasn’t good. If that person did turn out to be the enemy, Sakura could say, with confidence, that she was in ‘deep shit.’ After all, she wasn’t exactly in the best condition for a spontaneous attack, given that her left hand was not in fighting condition. Sure she would be fine with her right, but still…Sakura’s left hand tended to be stronger at times. Plus there was the fact that she was dead tired. Dead tired = not attentive. Not attentive = mistakes. Mistakes = death and/or taken hostage. Neither being a pleasant thought.
As she approached the figure, Sakura remained crouched behind a rock, squinting her eyes in hopes of trying to make out who it was, if not at least the nationality. She blinked twice, trying to clear her eyes from the sleep that was threatening to take over, her eyes finally making out who it was. Standing up fully, Sakura stared the person, her eyes widened slightly in shock.
“Hiroshi? What are you doing here?”
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Aoi Akuma
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Post by Aoi Akuma on Apr 10, 2009 22:08:12 GMT -5
Aoi scanned the area. The trees and cliffs in the Narita area were truly beautiful. They seemed to light up when the sun was out. It was morning so the dew on the trees was still there. It sparkled brightly in the light. It was utterly and completely a breath taking sight.
But...that was not why she was here. No she was here for more important matters than sight seeing. Walking towards the cliff she looked down at it. Scanning the area she looked at where she was aiming at. Walking to a nearby tree she tied a piece of trip wire to it. Tugging on it she smiled as it supported her weight. Despite looking so thin this wire was very strong. Tying the other end to her right ankle she walked towards the cliff again.
From inside her cloak she pulled 10 weopens. They weren't needles but weren't anything else she could name. They were black in color with a spear like point. It was cylinder like until that point and at the bottom it was flat. Fitting the other end of the trip wire that was tied around her fingers into the little slits around the bottom she smirked. Perfect.
Staring at the cliff once more she truned her back towards it. She crossed her arms over her chest her hands holding the objects, five in each hand, she closed her eyes. Smiling she felt a rush of air blow her hair.Taking a deep breath she let her body fall backwards. Feeling the air rush pass her she smiled.
Concentrating on where she had her men set up the targets she raised her hands up wards. Twirling she released 5 of her weapons sending them in different directions. Smirking now as she felt her fall farther she concentrated harder. Making her leg twirl around the trip wire she threw the rest in the vicinity, feeling the trip wire pull on her fingers.
Still with her eyes closed she felt her left foot hit the wall of the cliff. Grabbing one more item from her cloak that was similar to a grappling hook she threw it over the cliff. Feeling it catch on something she pulled her self up, all the way feeling the trip wire on her fingers shortening.
Reaching the top of the cliff she placed her hands on the ground and pulled herself up. Panting slightly she released the grappling hook before standing straight up. Staring over the mountain again she twisted her fingers around, feeling the trip wire still attached. Tugging slightly she felt a pull on all her fingers.
Earlier that day she had her men place targets over that vicinity. They did it since they knew she would be out most of the day because of it. All the targets were light weight so she could easily recall them. Sighing slightly she twirled her body,feeling the trip wire twirl around her. Then she gave a hard pull and felt the targets coming closer to her.
Finally they came in front of her, all ten of them. Smiling to herself she released the trip wire from her body and packed her weapons up. Only then did she show her exaustion. Falling on her knees she bent over and breathed heavily. Closing her eyes she tried to clear her mind, with no such luck.
Aoi had been out there since earlier in the morning. Training so she could get used to falling off that cliff so she could hit her targets. The dull throbbing from her shoulder was not helping it. Through out the whole practice her shoulder had screamed in protest from the strain she had put on it. But, Aoi ignored it since she knew she wouldn't have time to worry about pain if it was a real fight.
Getting up wearily she 'walked' towards the nearby tree. Leaning her back against it she slid down till she sat on the ground. Breathing in slowly she could finally concentrate to the sounds around her. The birds chirping, the sounds of the winds, and the other sounds of nature. It was....relaxing. Closing her eyes she sighed as she tried to easy her breathing.
If only everyday was this peaceful. That the air didn't hold that war like quality Aoi had gotten so used to. Where you didn't have to worry about a thing. Of course, Aoi knew this was just a fantasy. As long as Japan was held by Britannia there would never be peace. Even among the Britannians themselves. But...she still wished that everything could be this peaceful this quiet.....
“Hiroshi? What are you doing here?”
Aoi groaned as she heard the voice of Shizuka. Damn it why is she always wherever I go to relax. Deciding to ignore them she continued to lay there, humming to herself. She knew they would see her eventually but....for now she just wanted the peace and quiet to stay. At least just for now because Aoi knew that the next day the air would be filled with the same hatred it always was filled with. Britannians would end up doing a mindless killing and the Japanese would suffer once more. Just for today though, Aoi wanted to ignore everything that was happening. She just wanted to relax.
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Post by ryu on Apr 11, 2009 0:20:43 GMT -5
(OOC: Meh, was planning for a 1200 word post, but I got lazy along the way, so I hope you won't mind settling for a fewer word post. I had writer's block at the worst moments.)
There was a recollection on Hayashi's mind as he would ponder on about his life. His damned life where he would've wished he was born at a different time where Britannia wouldn't have invaded Japan and destroyed his life basically, or his hopes of ever returning to a normal life. His entire time spent on Narita was to drown out his sorrows with sake.
Taking another sip of the sake, he would recollect another peculiar moment with his family, his parents and his siblings. It was a cheerful time, he didn't have much worries, and he was being comforted by his loved ones. O' how he would love to cherish those moments for the future, but it was robbed from him by the menacing and cold Britannia.
It was like a gawking jaw that dove it's teeth right into the land ripe for Sakuradite, always so hungry, it's heart being filled with a void. No amount of riches will ever stop their growing desires. Their parasitic hunger leading to the death of many lives and the destruction of many buildings. It left Japan in an economic ruin for the time being, and ruined many lives.
One of those lives was that of his parents, and possibly his siblings, although he never got his chance to ever see them, and probably never will.
He took another sip in order to drown out that thought, not even drunk by those few drinks. His attention was suddenly stolen by the familiar voice of a familiar person; the Commander-In-Chief.
"Hiroshi? What are you doing here?"
"Shizuka-sama! I didn't expect to see you here out of all the places... I--" Hayashi paused for a moment, wondering what she was doing here at first. He stood up from his chair suddenly, inclining his head towards his superior before standing upstraight once more.
"Forgive me, Shizuka-sama, I was spending my time here to drown out my miseries. I even took my time to inform my fellow Black Knights of my current situation, so in the event I am needed, you would be informed of my location." Hayashi stated, bowing his head down once more towards Sakura. It just shows his respectful attitude towards his peers within his organization in general.
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Post by Sakura Shizuka on May 4, 2009 19:29:38 GMT -5
Sakura couldn’t bite back the soft smile that came to her face as Hiroshi suddenly stood up and began confessing his ‘sins’ or so to speak. Honestly…there was no need to be so uptight. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was only human after all; it was only natural that he would need to take a breather, as did she.
Glancing around, Sakura sighed slightly at the view in front of her. Beauty. Utter beauty. That was the only word that Sakura could use to describe the scenery, and even then that was not doing it any justice. Made one wonder how there could be a war when Nature herself was so peaceful. How disillusioning.
"Forgive me, Shizuka-sama, I was spending my time here to drown out my miseries. I even took my time to inform my fellow Black Knights of my current situation, so in the event I am needed, you would be informed of my location." Sakura turned her head back to Hayashi, her eyebrows slightly risen. Had he informed the Black Knights? She didn’t know. After all, Sakura had spent the past several days barricaded in her quarters buried amongst paperwork and a computer screen, complete with trusty tea mug. She had refused to see any of her fellow Black Knights, their very wellbeing being threatened should they disturb her. It was only natural that word would not get to her-not many members fancied having their Commander angry at them.
But it did not matter. It wasn’t as if Sakura was angry at Hiroshi or anything. She had just been surprised to find him here, a place she thought was deserted. But then again, she supposed she wasn’t the only one in the Black Knights who had a lot to deal with. While it was true that her share had increased tremendously, mainly due to pride, it was obvious that the other members of the Black Knights had their own personal issues to deal with. It was apparent that Hiroshi did. Sakura frowned slightly, her eyebrows crinkling slightly with worry. Ah. Here it comes. The worrywart gene. Great. Sighing slightly, Sakura walked over to where Hiroshi was still standing at attention.
“At ease. Right now we are not members of the Black Knight, but normal humans seeking some peace. We should act as such.” She said as she sat down heavily on the steps of the cabin, fatigue evident on her face. Sheesh…she really was becoming a softie. Showing such weakness? Pathetic. Resting her chin on her bandaged hand, Sakura stared out beyond the mountains for a few minutes, completely silent as if lost in her own world. “Is there something that is bothering you?” she suddenly asked, her gaze remaining focused out in front of her. “Because if you do, I’d be more than happy to listen.” As much as Sakura was cynical and overly sarcastic, she knew that people had feelings. And she knew that sometimes, people just needed someone to talk to. And so she felt that it was both her duty as Commander, but also as a fellow individual to be the comfort pillow. As for whether or not she would ever lean on anyone else’s shoulder, however….that was a different story.
“There is no need to apologize for being here, Hiroshi. I myself have been busy for the past few days, so I haven’t been in contact with the other members. It is not your fault that I did not know, rather it is my own…so no need to be all uptight. Now. Do you wish to talk about what’s bothering you?”
Emerald eyes snapped to the left, an eyebrow shooting upwards. Ah. It appears that they were not alone. Sakura’s mouth twitched slightly in amusement.
“….how long do you plan on staying hidden, Akuma?”
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Aoi Akuma
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Post by Aoi Akuma on May 4, 2009 22:27:35 GMT -5
Sighing once more Aoi stared up as the clouds glided across the sky. They floated without a care in the world, not having to worry about wars or murders. They could keep on going without any problems. But, that was not their reality, blood shed was. But today would be hopefully a quiet day for her...hopefully.
“….how long do you plan on staying hidden, Akuma?”
As Shizuka words were directed at her Aoi couldn't help but smirk slightly. Letting at a dark toned laugh she responded. "Not long I suppose not that you addressed me Shizuka." Tiliting her head in Shizuka's direction she wearily stretched her muscles. Mulitple cracks could be heard as her muscles strained against the tention from her constant training. Closing her eyes she let out a barely audible groan as her shoulder screamed in protest. Things just didn't like to work with her did they? Shaking her head dizzily she tried to clear her thoughts once more from the pain of her muscles.
Blinking crystal blue eyes she looked up from under her head dress. Fiddling with her knife she murmered words that she barely remembered. Things that usually she couldn't remember after saying them. Hearing a rustle she listened as a pair of rodents hurried their way across the trees behind her. From the sounds of their steps they were running from something. Aoi almost compared the Japanese to the rodents, since they were being hunted, but restrained herself from doing so. Afterall sooner or later it would be the other way around and the Britannians would be the one hiding. Just as they had made us do so many times through out these centuries.
Turning her attention back to Shizuka she muttered a few words to her and her companion. "I thought that this area was supposed to be deserted. So why is it that their are so many people here?" Aoi clicked her tongue as she stopped messing with her knife and laid it beside her. Hopefully they wouldn't bother her too much because she wasn't in the mood for it and she doubted they were either. She wasn't entirely sure about the man's reason for being her but she was positive Shizuka had come here to relax. After all she had been kept up in her corridors for such a long period of time. So hopefully she too, was not in the mood for much talk.
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Post by Sylvana Li Britannia on Jul 8, 2009 0:50:21 GMT -5
Topic Complete!
Hayashi Hiroshi: (798 Words, Normal RP) 80 Exp, 80 Credits Sakura Shizuka: (1491 Words, Normal RP) 149 Exp, 149 Credits Aoi Akuma: (1286 Words, Normal RP) 129 Exp, 129 Credits
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