Post by Himitsu Kasumi'Oji on Aug 11, 2014 12:43:01 GMT -5
Himitsu was unsettled by Kazura’s doubt of the Shinigami. He had specified that he needed the perimeter set up in an urgently timely manner, and he could only hope that his allied Shinigami could organize and put together a defense. Another potential problem was a conflict with any Xcution members and the Shinigami, but he had to also hope that more unnecessary fighting wouldn’t break out. The whole point of perimeter is to make sure Discord and his messenger aren’t escaping. Speaking of escaping, Himitsu couln’t help but silently nod an acknowledgement to Kazura’s question of Zack’s reliability. The assassin hadn’t been very trustworthy lately, and Himitsu was not looking forward misplacing his faith in the Xcution member again. To Himitsu’s relief, Zack made it. They were ready to start, and with him came a gray-haired gentleman.
No, gentleman isn’t the right word. He was way too direct and open about his thoughts. After all, no gentleman calls his ‘associates’ (there’s no better word really to describe the relationship between Himitsu, Kazura, and Zack with Discord) pawns. Himitsu followed Discord’s representative into the Xcution headquarters. Without knowing the layout of the building at all, Himitsu could only follow Red towards the elevator, slightly unsettled by the man’s confidence with the building. Discord had planned this all too well. As they walked past bodies, Himitsu could only burn his cold, hateful eyes into the back of Red’s neck. Xcution was never his favorite organization, but their members were people, nevertheless. Himitsu could only hope to avenge their deaths and destroy the black pyramid when he got the chance. The Shinigami had decided on his course of action.
After they had all entered the elevator, Himitsu felt a familiar feeling of confusion sweep over him as he took account the people present with them. Zack was missing once again, probably taking care of his own business without notifying Himitsu or Kazura. It was typical of the assassin to work alone, and so far, it’s just gotten him into a deeper ditch with Discord. The elevator took the odd party, a Hell being, a human, and a Shinigami, to what appeared to be the lowest floor of the building. There was no button below B5, and the only possible escape route Kazura and Himitsu would have is to go back up. But while Himitsu is no technology expert, Red appeared to have done something to disable the elevator. They were trapped. Yay.
Himitsu followed Red’s kind directions to the experimental facilities, and found a whole mess of computers and containment tubes that peaked his interest a little. It felt like Squad 12 would love this sort of place. Himitsu, on the other hand, didn’t feel the same way. He was interested, of course, but there was this omnious mood that cause butterflies to swirl in his stomach. He looked to Kazura and flashed a half-hearted smile. “I guess this is where we start looking for the pyramid.” The large Shinigami hadn’t taken more than five steps into the room when all chaos broke out. Whether his foot caught the edge of the table, a small rodent-like creature ran between his legs, or his feet stumbled over each other, Himitsu faceplanted, his 6’8” body crashing down and slamming into a nearby table with some sort of desktop PC. In his fall, Himitsu shattered a screen for one of the computers with a loud crashing sound. Oops.
Quickly recovering from his fall, Himitsu jumped back to his feet and attempted to keep a straight face. However Kazura reacted, whether positively or negatively, the Shinigami would continue to look at one of the clear tubes, examining a larger tube. The contents inside were hidden, and although he wasn’t tempted to try his luck with the code to open it, Himitsu only barely resisted the urge to tap on the glass to get an idea of what was inside. With so many containers, the man had absolutely no clue where to start. His only strategy was to walk around the entirety of the room and check for the ‘desire’ Red had mentioned.
No, gentleman isn’t the right word. He was way too direct and open about his thoughts. After all, no gentleman calls his ‘associates’ (there’s no better word really to describe the relationship between Himitsu, Kazura, and Zack with Discord) pawns. Himitsu followed Discord’s representative into the Xcution headquarters. Without knowing the layout of the building at all, Himitsu could only follow Red towards the elevator, slightly unsettled by the man’s confidence with the building. Discord had planned this all too well. As they walked past bodies, Himitsu could only burn his cold, hateful eyes into the back of Red’s neck. Xcution was never his favorite organization, but their members were people, nevertheless. Himitsu could only hope to avenge their deaths and destroy the black pyramid when he got the chance. The Shinigami had decided on his course of action.
After they had all entered the elevator, Himitsu felt a familiar feeling of confusion sweep over him as he took account the people present with them. Zack was missing once again, probably taking care of his own business without notifying Himitsu or Kazura. It was typical of the assassin to work alone, and so far, it’s just gotten him into a deeper ditch with Discord. The elevator took the odd party, a Hell being, a human, and a Shinigami, to what appeared to be the lowest floor of the building. There was no button below B5, and the only possible escape route Kazura and Himitsu would have is to go back up. But while Himitsu is no technology expert, Red appeared to have done something to disable the elevator. They were trapped. Yay.
Himitsu followed Red’s kind directions to the experimental facilities, and found a whole mess of computers and containment tubes that peaked his interest a little. It felt like Squad 12 would love this sort of place. Himitsu, on the other hand, didn’t feel the same way. He was interested, of course, but there was this omnious mood that cause butterflies to swirl in his stomach. He looked to Kazura and flashed a half-hearted smile. “I guess this is where we start looking for the pyramid.” The large Shinigami hadn’t taken more than five steps into the room when all chaos broke out. Whether his foot caught the edge of the table, a small rodent-like creature ran between his legs, or his feet stumbled over each other, Himitsu faceplanted, his 6’8” body crashing down and slamming into a nearby table with some sort of desktop PC. In his fall, Himitsu shattered a screen for one of the computers with a loud crashing sound. Oops.
Quickly recovering from his fall, Himitsu jumped back to his feet and attempted to keep a straight face. However Kazura reacted, whether positively or negatively, the Shinigami would continue to look at one of the clear tubes, examining a larger tube. The contents inside were hidden, and although he wasn’t tempted to try his luck with the code to open it, Himitsu only barely resisted the urge to tap on the glass to get an idea of what was inside. With so many containers, the man had absolutely no clue where to start. His only strategy was to walk around the entirety of the room and check for the ‘desire’ Red had mentioned.