Okay, so let's just say that since the Greens' plan is going to be taking place in the middle of a populated area, it wouldn't be unreasonable for there to be innocent bystanders caught up in all the chaos. And let's also say that maybe, just maybe, Mikami's neighbor (who is watching his son for him today) decided that it was a nice enough day to go out and get some fresh air. And they happen to be in the same area as the traffic accidents and explosions that the Greens are behind. So they get separated during all the chaos and somehow (I'm not sure about this part yet. Maybe one of the reds or greens is feeling sympathetic for the small kid who's clearly injured, he could be unconscious or something along those lines, and alone during everything that's going on that. So they take him back to their base) either JUNGLE or HOMRA ends up with the Blue King's son in their possession without knowing about it.
I was also considering throwing in the idea of him being some kind of strain. Maybe one who's powers focus around healing (ie, he himself heals at a faster rate that normal people, he can heal others at the expense of his own energy. He can accelerate healing processes by imposing other people's injuries on himself so that he's the one hurt now and can do the opposite of imposing his own injuries on others). But that might be too much.
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I'm working on my post now (yay for a random monday off).
But yeah, we need another blue and at least one more gold.
And kitty, I may reveal my idea later on. But I feel like we have enough going on in the rp right now that it won't be necessary.
But yeah, we need another blue and at least one more gold.
And kitty, I may reveal my idea later on. But I feel like we have enough going on in the rp right now that it won't be necessary.
I'll post when I wake up in the morning guys. I was at a party and now I'm tired because being social is tiring. But yay things are getting interesting.
And I shall do just that Souloftheabyss.
For now, I'm content with an awkward cafe meeting, probably filled with tense stares and fighting eventually.
I can think of a way to make things slightly more interesting, but let's not play all our trump cards right away.
And I shall do just that Souloftheabyss.
For now, I'm content with an awkward cafe meeting, probably filled with tense stares and fighting eventually.
I can think of a way to make things slightly more interesting, but let's not play all our trump cards right away.
So, let me ask. How awkward would it be for Mikami and Cho to end up at the same place to get food as the reds?
Tadashi Sakurai
Tadashi liked Matsura. He was a straight to the point, no nonsense kind of guy, which made him kind of easy to work with. He respected him too, because Matsura was smart, smarter than Tadashi would ever be. And the best part was, it really didn't seem like the Green King minded too bad that Tadashi could be a bit of an airhead sometimes. So the mechanic never really questioned him. Maybe he joked around sometimes, but when Matsura wanted him to do something, he almost always did it. Which was exactly why he ended up on the couch when instructed. Although his position soon changed to laying on the couch with his feet hanging over the arm and the top of his head close to Matsura. Tadashi never had been good at keeping still.
He'd been around when they set up the first cameras. Actually, he'd been one of the people to do it. It kind of hurt a little bit to know that the Red's had destroyed his hard work. Not as upset as others probably, because more cameras could always be installed, but it was still a little bit of a downer.
When handed the bug, Tadashi held it out in front of him, examining it. He wasn't really one for small things like this. They made his head hurt and were really delicate, but he could appreciate them. Even after the device was taken back, he continued to play close attention to what his boss was saying. It sounded a lot like an infiltration mission to him, which was a hell of a lot more exciting than what they'd been doing for the last few days.
"I think I do," Tadashi responded, swinging his feet that were still hanging over the side of the couch. "But won't it be tough to get these into the Red's base without them trying to burn us all to death?" Really, being a victim of that fiery red aura did not sound fun at all. Tadashi rolled over, propping his head up on his hands. "But you've probably got a plan, right?" The fact that Shizu and her companion weren't too happy about his presence went so far over his head they might as well have not been unhappy about it in the first place.
Mikami Kumini
His lieutenant, surprisingly, wasn't in the office. Mikami set the stack of paper work down on the lone desk in the room, and left a note explaining what it was. His handwriting was as sharp as ever, and was something that Mikami prided himself on. Before returning to his quiet obviously anxious subordinate, Mikami shot off a quick text to his neighbor, apologizing for not coming home last night. He was sure he would get a response telling him not to worry about it, but it was still proper to apologize anyways.
With that, he left his lieutenants office and went back to Cho, who was still standing in the same place he left her. While she wasn't quite shaking, it was obvious she was nervous. A large part of Mikami felt a little bit bad for her, but a slightly more sadistic part kind of liked that he had that effect on people. It was easier to get things done that way, and, with all the legal hoops they had to jump through, sometimes it was just easier to be a little bit intimidating.
"Let's get going then," the Blue King said as he headed towards the main entrance of the building. "I trust you've been on patrol before?" If he was lucky, then she would say that she had in fact been on patrol before. If he wasn't, which he rarely was, then she would say she hadn't and then he had just a little bit more work to do than before. Mikami hoped this was one of his rare lucky days. "I'm sure you're capable even if you haven't, but there are a few refreshers that probably wouldn't hurt."
His very slightly heeled boots clicked on the ground as he walked, saber swinging ever so slightly on his left hip. Despite his young appearance, Mikami exuded an air of confidence and power as he walked. He liked that. Confident and strong with a regal appearance was an easy facade to keep up.
Tadashi liked Matsura. He was a straight to the point, no nonsense kind of guy, which made him kind of easy to work with. He respected him too, because Matsura was smart, smarter than Tadashi would ever be. And the best part was, it really didn't seem like the Green King minded too bad that Tadashi could be a bit of an airhead sometimes. So the mechanic never really questioned him. Maybe he joked around sometimes, but when Matsura wanted him to do something, he almost always did it. Which was exactly why he ended up on the couch when instructed. Although his position soon changed to laying on the couch with his feet hanging over the arm and the top of his head close to Matsura. Tadashi never had been good at keeping still.
He'd been around when they set up the first cameras. Actually, he'd been one of the people to do it. It kind of hurt a little bit to know that the Red's had destroyed his hard work. Not as upset as others probably, because more cameras could always be installed, but it was still a little bit of a downer.
When handed the bug, Tadashi held it out in front of him, examining it. He wasn't really one for small things like this. They made his head hurt and were really delicate, but he could appreciate them. Even after the device was taken back, he continued to play close attention to what his boss was saying. It sounded a lot like an infiltration mission to him, which was a hell of a lot more exciting than what they'd been doing for the last few days.
"I think I do," Tadashi responded, swinging his feet that were still hanging over the side of the couch. "But won't it be tough to get these into the Red's base without them trying to burn us all to death?" Really, being a victim of that fiery red aura did not sound fun at all. Tadashi rolled over, propping his head up on his hands. "But you've probably got a plan, right?" The fact that Shizu and her companion weren't too happy about his presence went so far over his head they might as well have not been unhappy about it in the first place.
Mikami Kumini
His lieutenant, surprisingly, wasn't in the office. Mikami set the stack of paper work down on the lone desk in the room, and left a note explaining what it was. His handwriting was as sharp as ever, and was something that Mikami prided himself on. Before returning to his quiet obviously anxious subordinate, Mikami shot off a quick text to his neighbor, apologizing for not coming home last night. He was sure he would get a response telling him not to worry about it, but it was still proper to apologize anyways.
With that, he left his lieutenants office and went back to Cho, who was still standing in the same place he left her. While she wasn't quite shaking, it was obvious she was nervous. A large part of Mikami felt a little bit bad for her, but a slightly more sadistic part kind of liked that he had that effect on people. It was easier to get things done that way, and, with all the legal hoops they had to jump through, sometimes it was just easier to be a little bit intimidating.
"Let's get going then," the Blue King said as he headed towards the main entrance of the building. "I trust you've been on patrol before?" If he was lucky, then she would say that she had in fact been on patrol before. If he wasn't, which he rarely was, then she would say she hadn't and then he had just a little bit more work to do than before. Mikami hoped this was one of his rare lucky days. "I'm sure you're capable even if you haven't, but there are a few refreshers that probably wouldn't hurt."
His very slightly heeled boots clicked on the ground as he walked, saber swinging ever so slightly on his left hip. Despite his young appearance, Mikami exuded an air of confidence and power as he walked. He liked that. Confident and strong with a regal appearance was an easy facade to keep up.
My post will be up soon.
There you go. I have posted. You have no idea the things I sacrifice for you guys. I wanted to go to bed as soon as I got home.
Mikami Kumini
She looked tense was Mikami's first thought. Then again, who wouldn't be? After all, she was kind of new and certainly didn't interact with him often. Most people who hadn't been in the organization for a few years didn't. He'd even been told by an old member who'd left to pursue some other line of work not too long ago that he could be overwhelming at times. It probably didn't have anything to do with his appearance. Mikami was well aware that he looked far younger than he was, which was something to be proud of in and of itself. After all, weren't stressful jobs supposed to make you age faster? He wasn't overly tall or overly muscular either. In the end, it was probably just the fact that people knew who he was that made him unapproachable.
Mikami rolled the concept of sending her out on patrol over in his head. They didn't have any pressing cases going on at the moment. Just the usual 'keep an eye on the reds because that's what the blues have always done' and 'deal with any major crimes'. So, his immediate thought was to dismiss the idea that he needed her for anything. The people that were higher ranked than her could handle assigning tasks well enough. Then again, the office did tend to make people go stir crazy. He wasn't sure how often Cho got to go out on patrol, (that was usually something older members of the clan got dibs at before the newer members) but if she had made it into Scepter 4, she must be competent enough. That was exactly why he didn't dismiss the idea of putting her on patrol duty for the day right away.
It's not like fresh air wouldn't hurt him either. It usually helped after spending a night at the office.
"You know what, you can go on patrol. And I'm going to accompany you at least part of the way, because I'm hungry and office food just isn't going to cut it." And then he remembered the stack of papers in his hands. "Just let me put these in my office." The 'and make the lieutenant go over them for me' was unsaid, but it was most likely what would happen. Sometimes, he thanked whatever deities were out there that he'd skipped the whole paper work phase of the job and gone straight to being in charge. There were certainly perks to being a king, and that was one of them. With that, he turned to head back to his office to deposit the papers and inform his lieutenant (who happened to have the slightly smaller and official looking office right next to his) where he was going to be for the next few hours.
Tadashi Sakurai
Tadashi was, oddly enough, a morning person. He liked the feeling of morning sun against his skin. His favorite hobby, much to the chagrin of some of his neighbors, was taking his favorite motorcycle out for rides shortly after he woke up. There was something about that crisp, early morning air through his clothes (Tadashi may not be smart, but he's not dumb enough to ride without proper protection and skin peeling off on asphalt has never sounded like an appealing idea to him) that made him happy beyond belief. Then again, lots of things made Tadashi happy beyond belief. Another of those things happened to be the pretty girls and attractively dressed businessmen he always saw at bakeries and cafes on his early morning rides.
So it really shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that Tadashi had spent the first part of his morning chatting up the inhabitants of whatever section of the city he had landed in that day. There was a girl with pretty, wavy chocolate brown hair first. And then a young man in running shorts that showed off his legs so well after that. Before going and eating breakfast at the usual place, there was a woman who was probably a few years older than he was with an absolutely adorable child. That had been Tadashi's morning.
When he got the text from Matsura, Tadashi was sitting at his usual breakfast table, talking to the same waitress (who was engaged, so he kept the flirting to a minimum) he talked to every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. On the other days, it was an older man that worked there who for some reason loved to hear about all the different people Tadashi met. With a smile, he paid and left, putting his helmet back on as he walked out and sped on over to Matsura's place, which was basically a second home with a lot less cars and bikes.
"Morning," he called as he walked through the door, kicking his shoes off as he went. "Did you guys miss me?"
She looked tense was Mikami's first thought. Then again, who wouldn't be? After all, she was kind of new and certainly didn't interact with him often. Most people who hadn't been in the organization for a few years didn't. He'd even been told by an old member who'd left to pursue some other line of work not too long ago that he could be overwhelming at times. It probably didn't have anything to do with his appearance. Mikami was well aware that he looked far younger than he was, which was something to be proud of in and of itself. After all, weren't stressful jobs supposed to make you age faster? He wasn't overly tall or overly muscular either. In the end, it was probably just the fact that people knew who he was that made him unapproachable.
Mikami rolled the concept of sending her out on patrol over in his head. They didn't have any pressing cases going on at the moment. Just the usual 'keep an eye on the reds because that's what the blues have always done' and 'deal with any major crimes'. So, his immediate thought was to dismiss the idea that he needed her for anything. The people that were higher ranked than her could handle assigning tasks well enough. Then again, the office did tend to make people go stir crazy. He wasn't sure how often Cho got to go out on patrol, (that was usually something older members of the clan got dibs at before the newer members) but if she had made it into Scepter 4, she must be competent enough. That was exactly why he didn't dismiss the idea of putting her on patrol duty for the day right away.
It's not like fresh air wouldn't hurt him either. It usually helped after spending a night at the office.
"You know what, you can go on patrol. And I'm going to accompany you at least part of the way, because I'm hungry and office food just isn't going to cut it." And then he remembered the stack of papers in his hands. "Just let me put these in my office." The 'and make the lieutenant go over them for me' was unsaid, but it was most likely what would happen. Sometimes, he thanked whatever deities were out there that he'd skipped the whole paper work phase of the job and gone straight to being in charge. There were certainly perks to being a king, and that was one of them. With that, he turned to head back to his office to deposit the papers and inform his lieutenant (who happened to have the slightly smaller and official looking office right next to his) where he was going to be for the next few hours.
Tadashi Sakurai
Tadashi was, oddly enough, a morning person. He liked the feeling of morning sun against his skin. His favorite hobby, much to the chagrin of some of his neighbors, was taking his favorite motorcycle out for rides shortly after he woke up. There was something about that crisp, early morning air through his clothes (Tadashi may not be smart, but he's not dumb enough to ride without proper protection and skin peeling off on asphalt has never sounded like an appealing idea to him) that made him happy beyond belief. Then again, lots of things made Tadashi happy beyond belief. Another of those things happened to be the pretty girls and attractively dressed businessmen he always saw at bakeries and cafes on his early morning rides.
So it really shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that Tadashi had spent the first part of his morning chatting up the inhabitants of whatever section of the city he had landed in that day. There was a girl with pretty, wavy chocolate brown hair first. And then a young man in running shorts that showed off his legs so well after that. Before going and eating breakfast at the usual place, there was a woman who was probably a few years older than he was with an absolutely adorable child. That had been Tadashi's morning.
When he got the text from Matsura, Tadashi was sitting at his usual breakfast table, talking to the same waitress (who was engaged, so he kept the flirting to a minimum) he talked to every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. On the other days, it was an older man that worked there who for some reason loved to hear about all the different people Tadashi met. With a smile, he paid and left, putting his helmet back on as he walked out and sped on over to Matsura's place, which was basically a second home with a lot less cars and bikes.
"Morning," he called as he walked through the door, kicking his shoes off as he went. "Did you guys miss me?"
I am not at a computer and writing a full length post on mobile is a pain, so not me.
Mikami is a little weary of them because he can kind of tell they're up to something. He just isn't sure what yet.
And well...Tadashi is in green.
And well...Tadashi is in green.
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