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Post by David B. on Aug 27, 2013 14:16:31 GMT -8
A knock would be at Kazuyas door, around 1230 at night.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Aug 27, 2013 14:29:01 GMT -8
"... Who is there?"
A voice would speak up in a low tone through the door after the sounds of shuffling could be heard heading towards the door and stopping. Meanwhile, stationed on the roof of Kazuya's home, hidden in the shadows, their presences well hidden, members of The Flame Battalion were on high alert, as they kept careful guard on the entrance door.
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Post by David B. on Aug 27, 2013 14:45:04 GMT -8
A voice would come back, deep and synthesized. " A friend. I'd like to talk." Unfortunately for the flame battalion, Michael could see clearly in the dark, and he was watching them silently. Once the door was answered, Michaels dark green eyes would be on him. He would stare, mask covering the entirety of his face- the rest of him was well dressed, however, making the half skull mask look out of place. Hands in the pockets of his slacks, he wore a cool, jet black suit, button undone as he looked the blind man over. Kazuya may notice ten black shapes across the street, also wearing masks of a similar nature, sitting on the curb in full tactical gear. They seemed neither threatened, nor a threat, and converses among themselves in synthesized voices. Michael would hold out a hand to shake. " Michael Connor. May I come in?" |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Aug 27, 2013 15:29:10 GMT -8
The various members of The Flame Battalion stationed would simply continue watching despite the man at the door watching them back, making no attempt at any sudden movements or attacks towards him. No answer given to the man, only silence offered back, a few seconds later, the wooden door would slide open, revealing Kazuya standing in the doorway, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts.
His Qi already activated, he would indeed notice the ten shapes sitting on the curb across the street, their heat signatures clear as day to him. Glancing down briefly as the man stuck out his hand to shake, his gaze would flick back up to the man's face, before extending his own hand out and shaking his hand with a firm grip, letting go soon after.
"... I can't say I recall having a friend named Michael Connor, but you are welcome to come in and talk. A word to the wise though, my guards stationed up above will be the least of your worries."
Stepping aside for Michael to come in, he would close the door shut once he had stepped inside, and would lock the door before leading the way to the living room, located in the same area as the kitchen, and would gesture for Michael to take a seat at the small wooden table, on any of the four cushions, if he wished.
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Post by David B. on Aug 27, 2013 16:46:46 GMT -8
Michael would take his hand and shake lightly.
"Don't worry, flaming one- You have nothing to fear from me and mine, nor I from you and yours."
He would lightly step across the threshold, light hitting his eyes in a small glare. He would blink once or twice before taking off his jacket, laying it next to him as he sat on a cushion, adjusting himself almost like a second nature- like he was used to situations like this. His mask bled down into his neckline, so no bit of skin could be seen. He would watch Kaz a moment before speaking, his strange voice harmonic and baratoney...
"My men who belong to your group indicate you have been promoted. You must be proud."
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Aug 27, 2013 17:29:39 GMT -8
Taking a seat on the cushion across from Michael, Kazuya would "look" directly at the man. Even though he had pupil-less eyes, Kazuya had the kind of eyes that looked through you and made you feel like you needed to pull a robe on over your brain.
"... For all who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted. I am honored to be given such a promotion, but I only wish to ensure the men under my command come back alive to any that remain of their families. What is it you wish to talk about that requires coming to my door at half past midnight?"
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Post by David B. on Aug 27, 2013 17:38:19 GMT -8
Michael would give a slow blink and nod at the mans statement. It seemed to have very traditional underscores, and he could respect that. He would not turn away from Kazuyas eyes- his own held such a lack of fear it would probably confuse the young man.
"I came at this time to avoid eyes. And none saw me, thankfully."
He would fold his hands on the table.
"I came with an invitation. There is a meeting I am holding in Nuetral territory, at warehouse five in the meat packing district. Many people will be there. I invite you to come along- though I do not need or want you to tell me yes or no. If you show up, its your choice and one thats must be made without my knowledge. You will...require some things, if you do. A mask, similar to mine, that hides the voice. Contacts, for your eyes, to avoid suspicion of who you are. And a new name. One you will use when the mask is worn."
He would clear his throat.
"Though it may seem strange, I can assure you that this will be well worth your time, Hikari. I hope you will consider coming."
He would stand, and offer the man another handshake.
"Thats all. I'll be going."
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Aug 27, 2013 19:46:48 GMT -8
Kazuya would neither be confused nor bewildered by the lack of fear in Michael's eyes, as he could only make out the heat signature of him, and thus, his body shape, but not facial features.
"... Then you shall know my answer on that time and day."
Climbing to his feet, Kazuya would shake Michael's hand once more with a firm grip, before letting go.
"... Then I shall see you out."
Leading the way back to the entrance, he would quietly slide the door open for Michael, and give the man a respectful but slight bow of his head.
"Safety and peace be upon you."
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Post by David B. on Aug 27, 2013 20:01:02 GMT -8
Michael nodded, picking up his jacket and following Kazuya amicably. He would walk out the door and the group across the street would stand, ready to go. Michael would turn and give a small bow.
"Likewise, Hikari. I hope you will make your presence felt at the meeting. Remember, warehouse 5, in one week, at 10 pm. Good night."
And he'd turn around, walking off into the night, his companions vanishing with him into the dark.
OOC: Feel free to end thread.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Aug 27, 2013 21:08:15 GMT -8
Watching Michael turn and walk off into the night, his companions vanishing with him into darkness, Kazuya would quietly slide the door close and then head back to his room. Truth be told, he had already made his decision even before Michael told him he did not have to tell him his choice. Preparations and gathering of items were in order it seemed... Starting tomorrow morning.
(End)
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