GrizzTheMauler

The Tower: Bright Dawn

Orwell was not having a good day. Between his fighting to keep his tech his own, Lorne's increasingly hostile takeover, and his fiance's latest rant on Parahumans, he was stressed, mentally taxed and just about done.

"I would reccomend you call it a day, Zephyr." Talos patted his shoulder as they left the Board Meeting. "Your levels are dropping at an increased rate and you are at risk for a Break." The mech scanned the halls, nodding when he didn't see anyone.

"I should, but I have a ton of things that I need to do." He scratched the back of his neck. "For starters, that woman is sketchy. Something feels off about her."

"Press Secretary Amara Williamson. Worked in Lorne for almost 17 years. Husband to Director of Engineering Hyde Williamson. Hospital records indicate they have a daughter." Talos shrugged. "That bit is a little… Shady, but their entire corporation has been that way for the last five months. They've double down hard on the Board, trying to take over ExoGen. Though you will be fine. Your research and technology belong solely to you. ExoGen merely funds it for a cut of the profits. You could always take the job in the Factory."

"They don't research Biotech. Besides, the new set of Nites are almost finished. The test was rather successful, Monarch notwithstanding. No one expected that to happen." He calls up his lock on his office, opening it remotely as he enters. "We will have to-"

An image of an Eye took up every screen. For Zephyr, it was agony, as he felt it in his own body. It racked havoc among his carefully crafted boxes, setting off the man and causing him to collapse. Talos too was affected, seeing the eye in his optics but his secondary programming shunted the overload away as he rushed forward to catch Zephyr as he fell. The surge activated the secondary generators which cycled just fine this time and the bodyguard mech rushed to call up backup as Zephyr remained unresponsive.

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Pestilence pulsed herself away from the carcasses of the two guards in the back. She felt less hungry now, having consumed their life energy. Her first sight was of Taylor looking up at the sky, a form she was unwary of. She stumbled out of the truck, her feet wobbling beneath her as it had been a while, so she managed to just avoid the round shot at her. She could hear the din of the radio of Chrysander barking orders at the team.

"We need… To move…" She croaked throatily.

Her partner growled as a large mech attempted to drop on him, deflecting a punch away with his blades. They weren't able to pierce the chassis but managed to gouge a bit in places. "You wanna ditch that Tython looking thing? Wonder if it can mimic anything. I just came here for you, nothing said it would be in the truck."

"They weren't as far as I knew." Pestilence's voice grew a bit stronger as her vocal cords were regrown. "They think it could help with one of their experiments." She blinked as a bullet went through her head. She dropped momentarily only to convulse as her body regenerated the damage.

Obsidian cursed and kicked the mech off towards Hank who Vaulted Machai and took him head on.

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Inside Rosario's prison, there was an unusual face. A woman, her skin so pale it appeared like frost, hair stark white and an aura of sheer cold followed her. The distraction of the surge allowed her access, and she simply walked inside, frozen bodies following her wake. The cold here strengthens the woman as she walked deeper into the facility. She had a goal and she would see it done.

Her ice would block any bullets, strengthened by the cold the forces were slaughtered. She entered the chamber she sought and observed the black ball that was suspended.

"He doesn't look like much." Her voice twinkled like icicles, yet bit just as sharp.

"This is the form I was reduced to thanks to that… Woman." The surface of the large ball rippled. "I hear they even caught one of them."

"Indeed. Though Darkspire has made it clear she is not a terrorist and believes that this is just an evolutionary step." She slammed an ice shard into the console.

"A pity…" The ball roiled. It dropped to the ground with a soft whoosh before slinking over to the console. "I will need time to reintegrate myself and convert enough material beyond my core.

"I can provide that." The woman smiled. A wave of frost spreading out and she left the room. Moments later red lights flared and klaxons sounded as the Icebox lost power in the Deep sector, freeing several paras. Among them was several fire manipulators and one powerful air para.

NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

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Takashi took a few cookies and poured himself some tea. He set aside his scroll to let it dry, looking around and assessing the group. Already people had started on their business, things that he filed away mentally. The first was Chris' discarding of the cigarette, noting that he was very American. At Margo's broken English, he scoffed inwardly. English was generally the second language they learned in school as children. Though sometimes they didn't use it enough and it was lost on them.

"Of course. We must strive to share our cultures, Li-san." He replied smoothly, taking a polite bite of a cookie. He noted a muted tone in her body language, though dismissed it as he noticed Seohyung eyeing him. That was the fifth time since he sat down, and he was unsure of the reasoning. He was dressed modestly, his style impeccable and clean. He would have to ask the younger man about it later, shifting in his seat subtly to grab a praline, stretching out gracefully and snatching up his treat.

"Ochisuta-dono is a rather busy man. Please refrain from hacking onsite devices. It is inappropriate." He gave the boy a stern look. He was a definite headache, and if not properly curbed, a security risk. Takashi made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

Snapping his gaze on Chris and Margo he shook his head. "Please refrain from smoking at the table and Bell-San, you needn't smoke so much they'll be the death of you." Takashi was not the biggest fan of smoking. He never saw the purpose in it and it left one with a horrid smell. He kept well away from it.

"I'll have to pass. My equipment is stacked in the latest software from my contacts in Black Steele. It's not something easily gotten into." The ambition of the young man was a little grating to Takashi, who'd seen it before and it never ended well. His father had it and well, he was never home to even raise him. Too busy out drowning his sorrows in liquor and gunfire.

Takashi checked his watch, the screen interface blinking green at him with a notification of yet another Interrogation he was going to be in charge of. The investigations team found some more on the leaks they'd been seeing but nothing specific. He grunted at it as he sipped his tea, he was put on to root out the Jinrai from the ranks. It was a difficult task yet he knew he could do it. It would leave a good mark on his record and elevate his career.

Unlikely Team [Sporko+Grizz]

Zion grimaced at the woman. His eyes cold and disdainful as she called upon her magic. But Vex was part of his House now and he was not one to be trifled with. His own magic gathered about him, the lights in the area growing dim as a vast wave of grey covered the walls.

"Well, it seems that you have decent motivation." His voice echoed around them, a property of his own magic. Above the moon brightened, a small tinge of red in its light. "However I have taken Vex into my House. Family never abandons their own. You ceased being her mother the minute you abandoned her. It's been a while since I've fought off a Fae but I doubt you can contest my claim since your own is as baren as the Glass Desert." His eyes narrowed as he glared down at her. He was proud of his heritage, of his power. Vex was a member of his house and he would protect her. "Vex is part of House Valorian. If she does not wish to see you, she won't."

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Rex nodded. "I can observe many phenomena with this rune. It's a bit hard on the eyes after a while but I can see the subtle changes in things. He has a very strange mix of magics. It's very unusual and illogical." He shut off the rune, the magic fading as he grabbed his journal and took a few notes on it. "Worth studying at a later time."

He rolled his neck, careful of Wyf and petted Skuggi's neck. He drew some restorative tea for himself, before he noticed the shadows in the room drifting. Calling Ansuz back he blinked. "Skuggi, watch Jay. We've got a rogue Fae here... That's some pretty intense Green magic." He pulled on his cloak, heading down. "You can stay with Jay if you like, Wyf. Not sure what magics would affect you. I don't expect much of a fight since Zion's more of an intimidator compared to Dryder but I can't sense intent like he does." He stepped out into the courtyard.

"Can we take any altercations out in the Field. Because we've got a few delicate experiments here." Rex stared up at everyone cursing them mentally for being so damn tall. "I just planted the Lilies."

The Tower: Bright Dawn

@Kalas

Approved. Make the power Beta and just toss him over. Also I would like a pm about the 'secret's as well so I can work it in.

NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

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Checking his watch, Takashi nodded as he filed his last report and went into his rooms to ready himself for High Tea. It was a social event he hosted nearly daily for the team, attempting to teach them the language and culture of Japan. The first part of it, was the fashion. as an heir to one of the oldest families in Japan, Takashi was expected to dress the part at social events, and liked a good suit. He'd acquired a custom suit made of silk from the Yamato Autumn Collection, designed by Fukuto Shiruku. She was usually his tailor, since he could not find fault in her creations. This design, crafted to be one of a kind in varying colors, of which she'd given him the black variant of. One for fashion and use, the inside of the suit was comprised of ballistic weave that also was quite useful in deterring sharp objects. She'd proved it with the test fit which no doubt scarred the man a little. She was known for her eccentricities and mannerisms.

The suit cut a tight fit on Takashi's body and accentuated all the right places. For a man larger than most, he could cut the look of a Scion of one of Japan's oldest and wealthiest families. He adjusted his suit in the mirror and attached both his tanto and pistol in their hidden holsters. He nodded to himself and left his room. The garden was a gift from his grandfather to Shumei, both of them having known each other for a long time. It was a beautiful venue, all built around a small island in the middle of a clear stream that ran through the area. A wooden bridge on either side and smooth stones for walking on top of the water were the foundation. The venue itself was able to host year round events, having both A/C and central heating. In the very center there was a koi pond that was lovingly tended to. Lanterns hung about unlit though Takashi knew from experience that they were more than mere decorations. Stepping into the garden proper, he smelled the fresh flowers and admired the subtle scent of sakura flowers.

He observed the catering staff arranging the tables and setting up food as everyone started to arrive. He himself took his place at the head of the table, his jacket being taken by staff to be hung up. His eyes scanned over the others as they arrived, his face impassive and unreadable. As he sat in the chair he looked every bit the Nobleman that his ancestry hailed from. He held a set of calligraphy brushes and ink and was drawing a poem on an empty scroll. After assessing the others with a small nod he returned to his work. Those who could read the kanji would know that he was reciting the First song of the Classic of Poetry from memory. He had already completed a drawing of a dragon and was focused intently on his work.

When the clock turned 2, he addressed the group in Japanese and English; "Welcome, minna-san. Shall we begin High Tea? Today's selection comes from the fresh bounty of the season. We have roasted green tea, chestnuts and pralines along with a selection of cookies I am sure you will enjoy long with traditional tea biscuits. As for pies, we have strawberry and rhubarb, sweet potato and carrot and of course, apple and pecan pie. Take off your coats, have a seat and we shall begin."

Unlikely Team [Sporko+Grizz]

Zion's gaze darkened further. "Forgive me for being so... Crude. But the forests here belong to the the Pack." He placed a hand on Vex's shoulder, squeezing softly and pulling her to his side just behind him. "You have yet to state your purpose. Why have you come here." He doubted it to start a fight. He had heard stories of the forest deer yet he'd not paid it heed as he had his own connection to the forest through Luna and her gifts."

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Skygge pecked at them, finding one and grabbing it in a talon. He seemed to stare deeply at it for a moment and the lights around them flickered suddenly. A soft gust of air flowed around the bone before shadows creeped along it's surface to mark it with a single rune. The skull bird chirped happily, bringing it over to Rex before checking the other bones. In place of fingers, the creature would stare at something and the shadows around it would shift the bone around. It separated the smallest ones out, showing Wyf a picture of runestones.

Rex looked up at Jay, observing the flickers. He held a fi ger out and darkness coalesced on it as he drew a tune in the air, Ansuz, to observe Jay's magical aura as well as his physical one. "Interesting...."

Unlikely Team [Sporko+Grizz]

"Well, you can see her. Only if she permits." Zion's eyes narrowed. "Though you seem to make her nervous. If I said I was surprised you got through the wards that would be a lie. High Fae tend to be slippery at best." He shook his head, crossing his arms.

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Rex smiles at Jay. "Well you are a fresh breath of air compared to the others. Now rest. You need it." He returned to his book, looking over some ancient warding runes when Wyf came out. He looked it over reading the contents and nodding. "This is very interesting. Thank you."

Skygge poked his head out chirping. He flitted over, sending g inquisitorial messages. He was interested in these bones, having a small hoard of bones he hoarded in his nest.

The Tower: Bright Dawn

Marlon City, 4:48 pm
Lower East District, The Wharf.

An MPD transport vehicle is en route to Black Box 3, located next to the bay. Several dummy trucks are being sent all over to delay any attempt at jailbreak for the two Level 4 paras inside. A modified Faraday cage keeps one's power contained and the other is in cryostasis. The guards are alert, but relaxed as this is just routine. They expect no threat tonight considering that their intelligence completely kept this off the books and compartmentalized, and MTF Ibis is on standby in the Vertibird in the sky. They chat about sports and other things as they drive the armored vehicle to it's destination.

"So… This is surprisingly easy for a transport job." One grunts. "Jones said it would be dangerous."

"That's because these damn Paras crawl all over the place like bugs. You don't know where they'll come from next. All you can do is just try and survive. Especially the bitch in the trunk. She's killed several hundred if the reports are right."

"Damn…" The other whistles. "Jeminson was killed by that other one… Called himself the King in Yellow. Still don't know how we got him."

"It's classified." The other one looks out the window and scowls. "We might have company." He picks up the radio. "Fortress this is Transport 6, we have potential bogeys."

"Roger, Transport 6. Mobilizing Ibis." The response came. "ETA in six."

The guard went to respond as a flash of purple light cut through the engine, a speeding blur charging through laughing.

"Damn… This was almost too easy!!" The man stood up, sword in one hand and obsidian lightning crackling in the other as the transport vehicle flipped over, crashing.

"Transport 6…- reading a crash… Do you copy?"

"Bryce… Why is my arm in the street…" One guard stared as blood sprayed from the wound.

"Oh hell… Fortress… We've been hit… Its Obadiah."

"The game's Obsidian Edge, copper." The man sneered as he opened up the doors of the transport, killing the guards who were trying to unstrap themselves. He noticed that one held something labeled Subject 9, Taylor but the screen was too cracked to read more. He slashed it open anyways and turned to open up Pestilence's pod. The gaunt woman fell into his arms with a soft oof. Obsidian guided her to the two guards in the back, so she could feast, stepping back as he felt her hunger rise. She hadn't consumed in a while her hunger grew. And she touched the dead men, their flesh seemingly melting under her touch as she filled out.

Obadiah walked to the front to kill the last two when he dodged a bullet, scowling as he looked up and saw the members of Ibis.

"We'll, I'll be damned…" He sneered at them, blades reforming and he readied himself as Pestilence ate. He could deal with the other guards later. Hopefully she wouldn't attack the other Para but she wasn't in her right mind yet.

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Task Force Ibis:

Detective Commander Ingvald growled at his squad as they loaded the carrier. "Shut it and get your asses on. We've got two Level 4s that need to be contained. Machai, as soon as you are able, engage the enemy. Hank, assist. Jorgen and I will provide support. Drones say it's Obsidian Edge who caused it. Keep in mind that they are less than a mile from the Exclusion Zone 3. No heroics, we're all going home." He nodded to the pilot who was taking off. "Get us there."

It was a quick ride and Chrysander had Kingsley take several shots at Obadiah to keep him from the cabin of the truck. They all got a good look at the contents in the back, namely the unnatural feeding Pestilence partook in as the Cryo pod warmed up. Chrysander grimaced at the scene, Hank beside him shaking his head as they closed in.

"Ready team! Go, go, go!!"

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The Tower

Tiberius Lorne looked down at his city. He stood above it all, a glass of brandy in one hand as he scowled at the Exclusion Zone closest to the Tower, Site 2. Gravity there was never the same after one of the Aggrieve tore it up in a rampage. He scowled at the sight, sitting down at his desk to over some reports when the lights flickered for a moment as the backup generators took over. In every screen, all around the city, a blinking eye glitched into view. The voice was garbled at first but grew stronger, forming words that rocked the city to the core, and was gone just as fast as it had come.



"You are not alone… The Change comes to all things in time. Break your shackles and embrace true freedom."

NEOTOKYO: State of Disarray [Open]

_{Collab between @GrizzTheMauler & @MK2}

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Takashi was in the middle of a relaxing shower in his room; when he was messaged about Bell's arrival. Not only that but an incident report was filed about him and some kids. "Not even a day and he has a demerit. Why is this our team?" The man grumbled. He looked over his file to refresh his memory as he dried off and dressed. He had hoped that he could bond to the American over similar interests. They both served in the military and in black ops. There was a certain rapport between those who were in that field. Sighing, he left his suite, tablet in one hand and hat in the other.

He was alerted that the man was currently eating in the mess hall so he mourned over there, appraising the man he saw sitting with Chelsea at a table. A bit disheveled and quite ravenous, Takashi noted that he looked the part of grizzled mercenary. Father would probably like him. He walked over to introduce himself. According to Intel, he only spoke English. He arrived at the tail end of Chelsea's tangent and he shook his head. Focusing on Bell.

"Good Morning, Bell-san. I am Special Officer Takashi Skygge. I am here to give you a base tour and Intake interview. Apologies, O’Connell-chan, but I must send him through Intake. We have a few confidential things to discuss but I will deposit him back with you. Though he might choose to sleep seeing as he's been on a long flight." He sat down across from him, putting his hat next to him as he looked at his tablet.

Chris looked up at the man in between taking bites of his breakfast. He would quickly glance between Chelsea and Takashi from where he was sitting. Leaning back into his head and placing his fork down onto his tray. He sighed and rolled his shoulders, the fatigue of his travel slowly creeping into him.

“Sorry Sweetheart.” Chris would say, glancing over at Chelsea and flashing her a grin as he continued.

“There's no rest for the wicked it seems. I’ll catch you later.” Chris would punctuate these words with a wink as he turned his attention to Takashi standing up with his half completed food tray. He sized the man up for a moment as he nodded and gestured with his free hand toward the door.

“I hope your tour comes with a free gift card Skygge, I got jipped for 5000 yen on the way over here.” Chris said with a smile as he waited for the man to lead him along.

Takashi shook his head. "One should learn to negotiate. You are American, the locals tend to take advantage if you cannot speak the language. You'll get paid soon and we will reimburse your travel expenses." His voice was smooth and flowed over the words he spoke. He picked up his hat and started along the tour. "We have many facilities here. Pools, training rooms, an advanced medical wing staffed by some of the best in the field. There are engineers who can adjust any augment you have. Though getting new ones will be taken from your pay."

Takashi showed him to the various places, noting that the blood in the training room was freshly cleaned, the smell of chemicals in the air. He skipped past the armor and showed him to one of the meeting rooms. "Have a seat, Bell-san. I would like to begin the interview. Any questions about the facilities can happen after."

Chris released a loud Yawn and cracked his back and knuckles as he pulled out the chair in the Interview room and sat without much Preamble, he was tired and eager to get through the formalities and talks so he could find a rack and catch up on some sleep. He did however, note the interior of the interview room, reminding him a little of the Cop shows Claire and Junior liked to watch sometimes.

“Say Chief, Am I goin’ to need a lawyer here? Right to remain silent all that shit?” Chris asked with a grin as he waited for the man to sit down in front of him and begin asking his questions.

“I know my rights!”’ Chris exclaimed as he held up his hands and chuckled.

"You've already signed the waivers. I'm here to finalize my folder on you." He taps his tablet, drawing up a folder with a picture of him. This one shows him holding up the kid. "And award you your first demerit for use of excessive force." He raised an eyebrow at Chris. "You are on foreign soil, Bell-san. We do things differently. None of the others will see this. Only myself and Shumei-dono will be seeing this. I handle all duties in relation to Assets. Please do not cause more trouble for me. It will not be pretty. I already have to deal with several troublesome agents."

He shook his head, tapping the screen and pulling up a file written in japanese and a stylus. "Now… I have some questions to ask you…. What happened, in your words, in Syria.

Chris leaned back in his chair and looked at the photo of him with the guy he jumped. He grimaced at the word demerit, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Pictures don’t always tell the full story there hoss. If saving a kid from two thugs is demerit worthy in this outfit, be my guest.” Chris would then fall silent at the mention of Syria. He figured things like this was going to happen, just maybe not on the first day of his time here with the NSF.

Chris managed a smile still as he answered the man's question.
“I was a Staff Sergeant in the Marines, Squad Leader. I did my job, but I figure that’s not what you want to hear, huh?” Chris paused as he drummed his fingers on the table before continuing.

“I made a judgement call in Syria, one that I thought would save the lives of my men. Turns out I didn’t need to make that call, and an innocent woman got hurt.” Chris sighed and looked at the man across from him.

“Do you really want details? It’s all in the file I’m more than sure. Maybe we move on? Talk about it over some drinks at a bar if you really want to hear my thoughts and feelings on the whole deal?” Chris kept his smile as he watched Takashi for his reaction to the answer, hoping he’d accept it.

Takashi watched him as he spoke. He'd read the report but they rarely told the full stories. He made a note to block the demerit until further investigation. He mulled over the offer for drinks. "It would have to be on a day off. Though I doubt you know of any places so I'll have to show you around."

He moved on to the next point of interest in his file. "It says here that… You have a son. Tell me about your family, Bell-san."

Chris relaxed when the man moved on from the topic of Syria,he half expected he’d spend the next hour being grilled on the subject, thankfully this guy seemed alright.

“Yeah sure, day off, I didn’t know we had those.” Chris said with a grin as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, opening it and pulling out a photo of himself,his ex wife and his son at an event for Junior.

“Yeah, I have a 10 year old and an ex-wife that hates me, but loves my money.” Chris said with a chuckle as he slid over the picture.

“Take a look. That picture is from Junior’s Karate class. He got his Orange Belt, kid likes combat sports, and video games.”

The Picture displayed a young, pudgey looking boy standing in the middle of the frame smiling wide despite the visible missing baby teeth in various spots of his smile. He looked a lot like Chris, but absent the features and wrinkles of the man today. To his left, a slender, beautiful woman who’s also smiling. She has shoulder length red hair with a strands of it Tied behind her head in a pair of short braids held together with a frayed hairband. To the boys right was Chris himself, but less messy. He stood tall, his blond hair cut short, and clean shaven. He had a proud look in his eye as in the picture he ruffled his sons hair.

“Kid really wanted that Orange belt. I think he’s close to Blue now.” Chris smiled as he thought of the memory in that photo.

“What about you? Got any minime’s running around?”

Takashi nodded at the picture. He marked more notes in his tablet. He seemed honorable and loyal. "I do not have any children. I am not opposed to it. There are a few… Reasons."

He examined the photo noting the woman. "Do you mind telling me why you got divorced? From what I can see, you would make an excellent provider. Most Mercenary incomes can allow them to live much better lifestyles. Especially at your level." He had received a copy of the divorce papers, and several red flags had shown up to him, though he doubted Chris would know about that. He was discreet in his inquiry.

“Well, take your pick boss.” Chris said as he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he recalled.

“Married right out of highschool, Back then I was supposed to only be joining the Marines So I could pay for college, ended up doing ten years. Away for months at a time, wasn’t there when Junior was born.” Chris paused then, the memory of him missing Junior’s birth bringing an uncharacteristic frown to his face. He continued after a moment.

“Listen man, I kept leaving. And She got tired of waiting at home for me. That’s life. Now she makes me miserable with every one on one conversation, and I'm still an excellent provider. I go off and do what I do.. And she and by proxy her boyfriend benefit off the money I send to Junior.” Chris cleared his throat before continuing.

“But uh, thanks for the compliment hoss. Glad to see my reputation precedes itself.” Grinned at the man before asking.

“Hey, so how am I doing? I see you scribbling, are you intelligence folk goin’ to take a quiz on Christian Bell? Or am I in trouble here?”

Takashi nods. "Much better than Jeong. I scared him too much apparently and he quit. He was supposed to work under me." He shrugs, continuing to write. He sets the stylus down and looks Chris in the eye. "I don't plan on showing anyone other than Shumei-dono my report. I have verified the data that I have collected. We'll go get your weapons checked and I'll show you to the dorms."

He stands up, holding the door for Chris and leading him toward the armory. Along the way he gave Chris his ID card and badge, telling him not to lose it. "The dorms are this way, through the main garden." He led Chris through the grounds, showing him the various sights. He pointed out the walled off garden calling it the Kotei Garden, or the Emperor's Garden, where High Tea would be had at 2 every day and he explained that the dress code was formal. "You may use the formal dress uniform if you must. It is part of our culture here and I will be providing Japanese lessons. So that you don't let a child scam you of your money again."

Chris listened as the man led him along. All in all this was probably the easiest debrief interview he’d ever been a part of. He couldn’t really get a read on Takashi, and as it stood Chris didn’t know if he cared to. He walked beside the man the entire way commenting.

“Tea? In Formal dress attire. Everyday. Is it mandatory? And is the weepy one we met in the cafeteria going to attend? I tell ya hoss, I don’t know what sort of layers her onion has, but hooly shiit. I don’t know if having her naked in your bed is worth finding out huh?” Chris patted the man on the back as he commented on the blonde that tried to talk to him earlier in the day.

Chris then sighed as he cracked his neck, clipping his badge to his belt he would ask.

“Tea time and easy interviews are all well and good. But uh, how do I start to get work here huh? Is there a spook I talk to to get the names I need to cross off? Do I need to go.. Door to door and ask the citizens of Japan if they happen to have ridiculous Imperialistic leanings? Could never happen by the way, but that’s not here nor there.” Chris refrained from getting political further as he looped his fingers around his belt buckle and waited for an answer.

“So what’ll it be?”

Takashi grunted. "O'Connell-san is not my lover. I do not sleep with women… And It has been a long time since I've slept with a man. I haven't had the time. My work keeps me busy. She will likely attend. She said she was interested in learning about Japan."

Takashi stops by the entrance to the dorms, showing him the Task Board. "This is where your shifts are located. You will be notified on your tablet any changes. Do not lose it. We already had a soft beach in the last week. Your room and mine are down this way. Your luggage has already been brought in. I understand you've been up for a long time so I will let you rest, unless you have any questions?"\

“Nope, no questions boss. Thanks for.. Taking care of my luggage, and uh, sorry about any misunderstanding there.. Tried my hand at guy talk, guess it doesn’t land when there's a language barrier. My mistake.” Chris stepped forward toward the Task-board and turned back to Takashi, holding out a hand.
“I’ll set an alarm for two.” Chris smiled at the man.

Takashi nods, shaking Chris' hand. "I haven't spent enough time in America with my grandparents to really catch up on the complexities of English. Forgive me, Bell-san. If you are unable to make it to Tea, it is not a problem. I'll let you know when I'm free for those drinks. Probably the weekend. Sleep well." Takashi left him there, heading to his office to finish his report. Always a new one every day. That never changed. But he was confident that Chris would make a good addition. His records showed that. Only time would tell, and Takashi was a very patient man.

The Tower: Bright Dawn

@GingerBoi123

Move em over

We start tomorrow folks.