The Red Capes Are Coming! [PG13, NDE, Hard]

[Kento Waffles]

Name: [The Red Capes Are Coming!]

Participants: [Kazura Uzaki, Asmokon Masurao]

Location: [Uzaki Enterprises HQ]

Difficulty Level: [Hard, may become Extreme later]

Setting: [NDE]

Plotline: [Kazura and Asmokon are friends. But when you make friends, you also become enemies of their enemies. And as it turns out, Asmokon has a very powerful enemy. When a full third of Uzaki's manufacturing plants are destroyed in a single day, Kazura calls his staff together to discuss the disaster. Asmokon arrives too, because unlike Kazura and any of his advisers, Asmokon knows exactly who the culprit is... At the site, he recognized the reiatsu. The reiatsu of the man who slaughtered his family. B, The Boss, Baal.]

Estimated Enemy Strength: [2-1. There are THREE class 0 enemies that may appear.]

Estimated Time Until Completion: [3 pages or 4]

Starts: [Now]

Special Conditions: [May become Extreme difficulty later]

[Kazura Uzaki]

OOC: Just let me know if you intended to intro first as DM and I'll delete my post.

Tragedy had befallen Uzaki Enterprises. A series of attacks from unknown assailants had left an entire third of the manufacturing plants destroyed. All the workers had been killed and the buildings burned to the ground. There had been no survivors. This brutal and efficient series of attacks was without warning, which left the main headquarters scrambling to try and understand, so as to protect the rest of the employees from an unnecessary one way trip to the Soul Society. There had been a large loss of life, which had Kazura righteously angry. He stormed through HQ, eyes on fire from the anger that burned inside his heart.

"Marcus, scour the first wreckage for clues." Balancing two sets of employees was becoming strenuous for the Fullbringer. On one hand, he had his spiritually aware employees, most of which were not prepared to get into direct confrontation with something of this magnitude. They would be given the solemn truth, that the factories were attacked by an unknown spiritual assailant. "Rikyu, there must be a critical error in our machinery. Either that, or some fault along the gas line. Please look into the structural integrity of the gas lines, including the last dates of maintenance. Please also bring me the maintenance logs of our equipment at the... lost factories. No, I won't need a list of names. I know all of the worker's names already... His spiritually unaware employees, the ones with the much greater risk of death or injury just for working at this company, they would be protected from harm and shielded from the truth.

Once all of the spiritually unaware employees had been directed to various tasks, Kazura gathered up his Spiritual Department with a mass text that read: Emergency Meeting in the Spiritual Conference Room. Attendance Mandatory. No Exceptions. One by one they would trickle in. Marcus was fast, so he'd be done with the scouting in time to come back to the meeting, especially when it took Kazura so long to be ready for it in the first place. So many tasks to assign. Obviously, Jem and Siegfried would be the first to arrive to the meeting, their loyalty to the fullbringer unquestioned. They'd be followed closely by Iwamichi and Maresuke, the latter of which didn't go really anywhere without the former.

Takara would come on her own time, which would annoy Kazura as usual, seeing as this was an actual emergency. Kitai too would be fashionably late, but probably because he didn't see the text, and even when he did he had a few personality shifts to go through before he'd even act on it. The rest of the employees would trickle in, with Marcus being close to last because of his mission. The shy man would come up to Kazura and deliver his report in a whisper, then sit down with the rest of them. When everyone had gathered, Kazura gave the solemn report. "We don't know how, why, or by whom, but today we were attacked by an assailant of immense power. They destroyed a full third of our factories, seemingly out of hate or spite, killing all of the workers. We've yet to find any survivors. Marcus was unable to find any hints in the wreckage, so thorough was the destruction. We are desperate for more information, but at this moment there is none to provide. Everyone needs to be on their guard at all times for potential future attacks."

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon had received a call early in the morning prior to the morning sun even rising. He turned over in bed and searched for his phone aimlessly for a few seconds until he left hand managed to grip it. When he actually brought the phone over to him and held it above his head his eyes took a moment to adjust so he could see who was actually calling him. Satsujun was starting to call his phone more and more frequently and Asmoskon was starting to wonder whether it was a sign that the man entrusted a large amount of assignments with or if the man had him under some sort of microscope for reasons unknown.

He answered the phone needless to say and was informed that a fair share of Uzaki Enterprises locations had been attacked and destroyed with a large number of casualties. Asmoskon rushed from his bed gathering his equipment and making sure that everything needed was with him. Satsujun had given him only one other source of information which just so happened to be that he had it on good authority that the Vandenreich were the adversaries at this moment and they had been the ones to attack. Other then that for the moment Asmoskon was allowed to do what he felt was best. That was all he needed for if the Vandenreich attacked they would be after Kazura within a short amount of time and they weren't getting to his old boss without him there to give aid.

Asmoskon reached the main building in Karakura town a few hours later after traveling from Tokyo to the small town. Reaching the main building and parking his bike Asmoskon knew that Kazura would be here and more then likely would have a meeting going on with those that he trusted in the company. He had to get passed everything and make his way up there immediately so there was no time to waste. Asmoskon had a grim expression over his face knowing that after he did this Kazura wouldn't be happy to know that he could have done it all along. Making use of R.O.O.T wasn't something that he normally liked to do, but it was all he had at the moment to get him in quickly.

When all of Kazura's people had arrived for the meeting and he had just started to speak suddenly the main door of the room was pushed open and Kazura walked into the room. How did that make sense though? Kazura was already in the room speaking with all of them so who was this new person and why did they look like their leader. He stepped forwards into the room and started to take a few steps towards Kazura as his appearance began to change. "Kazura you and these fodder need to get out of here now before it's too late." Suddenly just as he finished speaking Asmoskon's full appearance was back and he was standing in front of Kazura starring at him while wearing the military uniform of Xcution.

"I know about the attacks this morning and who is to blame. It won't be long now until they come for you directly so we need to do what we can to ensure that we can survive." Asmoskon looked around the room for a moment at all of the individuals putting his right hand on the ring around his left hands middle finger. Using his power ring Asmoskon peered at each individual and the basic power that each of them held and wasn't impressed at all. None of them would be of much aid at all and it would be better for all of them to stay some place safe. He recognized the dark haired man from the battle at the harbor taking a moment of relief knowing that he hadn't killed the man.

[Kento Waffles]

"There is no need," a voice said from within the room. "I take full credit for my actions." Immediately, all in the room turned to face the source of the speaking voice, and some of those in the room might very well immediately raise weapons out of caution. But, to attack would be foolish. An attack would start a skirmish. A skirmish could lead to injuries and damages. So, for now, there would likely be only threats, unless of course someone thought that they were good enough to do damage to the speaker. But, most of them should clearly know better than that. The speaker was not, in fact, a weak man.

He wore a white, formal militaristic garb, decorated with pins and medals, as if he were a sort of hero. His hair was brown, lazily neat, if such a thing could exist, and with very kindly brown eyes, and a warm, enchanting smile. For the record, he looked very friendly. As if he meant no harm at all. But this was the kind of look that would fool you. The man, who physically was probably in his early 40s, was nothing to be underestimated. Especially when his voice, a deep, majestic bass, conveyed absolute authority. When he spoke, he spoke in such a way that led any listener to think he led the room. He felt in control. He seemed in control.

"My name is Wilhelm Kohler," the man said. "You may call me Wilhelm or Mr. Kohler, though I profess to preferring Mr. Kohler, myself. There is something to it that makes me feel respected." He spoke in an accent. A German accent, not unlike most of those of the Quincy force known as the Invisible Empire, or Vandenreich. And that was because his garb was that of the Vandenreich. He was of the Vandenreich. This man, Wilhelm Kohler, held another name. B, The Boss, Baal. One of the mighty Stern Ritters of the Vandenreich, and one of the highest ranked of those, too, a General. Rumor had it that he was the one making decisions after the end of the Emperor.

He seemed so at home, here... In this place he had never been to before. And how had he even gotten into the room? That he was already there was a very, very bad sign for Kazura, Asmokon, and everyone else. "I came to discuss a sort of deal," Kohler told them. "We have been at odds, in a way, for some time. I do not wish for us to be at odds any longer, and so I have come to you with an offer you can't refuse." Kohler smiled a cold smile as he looked around the room like some sort of plotting cat. He knew that he was putting them on edge. He was just that powerful. A Quincy who had been thought to have been killed by Sozen Kuchiki...but was here, alive today. A Quincy many thought was immortal.

A man not even the Soul Society could defeat. "We of the Vandenreich will guarantee you safety from ourselves and from others who might threaten you. In other words, peace. You will find no trouble from Soul Society, or Xcution, or Wayne Inc. All we ask is that in return, you do not interfere with us or any of our members. That you look the other way in regards to all things that we do in this world of humans. If these are acceptable terms, then we can form a treaty this very day." He spoke with such robustness. Such confidence. As if he didn't care if he succeeded or not. He just enjoyed the thought of torturing everyone present in that room.

[Kazura Uzaki]

Kazura was delivering his address and starting to get some feedback from his subordinates when he walked into the room. Like, literally he was standing there talking to Kitai and telling him that "no, we can't just blow the rest of them up to spite the attacker", and then Kazura walked into the room. Confused for a moment, Kazura went through multiple possible lines of reasoning in an instant. Cloning would be too slow, he had no identical twin, no one is that good at makeup, and the current technology of robots wasn't developed enough to not make them clunky and slow. Kazura had brought his hand to his hip to get a gun while processing, but the intruder revealed himself before he could shoot.

Kazura sighed in relief when it was just Asmoskon, but his subordinates were not too pleased by his actions. Marcus was livid that the Quincy would pretend to be Kazura, as was Siegfried. Marcus stammered out some sort of indignation, and Siegfried used his archaic English to express his discontent. These objections were snuffed out by a quick bark from Kazura, who was in crisis mode at the moment and had no time for such squabbling. The CEO, however, was not pleased at Asmos' reference to his subordinates as "fodder", and let Iwamichi and Kitai voice their objection to that comment.

In a completely unique (not) twist, suddenly there was another voice in the room, this time belonging to a man decorated in military regalia. Kazura was pissed at this above anything else so far, because he was sick and tired of people walking into his building without making an appointment. He -really- needed to finish those plans for Ghost Proof walls. This time his hand did go to the gun on his hip, and stayed there until further notice. He'd hear out this guy, because obviously what else do you do when someone can just waltz into your conference room invisibly and silently?

By the end of the request for a treaty, Kazura's eye was twitching and he had to personally restrain Kitai (with limited success physically, but plenty of success as Kitai gave up on Kazura's order). "Mr. Kohler... Your hello is blowing up hundreds of people? My employees and I have never caused the Vandenreich harm before." Kazura was angry, though his voice was controlled and calm. Crisis mode had Kazura short tempered, but rational. He had to be strong for those who looked up to him. And he had to be strong in front of his friend, Asmoskon, whom Kazura knew had no love for the Vandenreich.

Unfortunately, Kazura knew that his next words would probably offend Asmos, but they had to be said. Asmos might not know everything that Kazura did, especially not all of his dealings with the Vandenreich, which were few but existent. But, he was going to know now. "I saved the life of one of your youngsters, John, and have worked with another of your faction as well, when the work suited me and paid well. Have I given my support to either your actions or those against you? No, I haven't. And this is how you repay me? You blow up my people and then tell me to stay out of your affairs? That is bold, Sir, and an offer that comes at too high a price."

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon continued to stand in front of Kazura while his subordinates began to voice their objections to both how he had just referred to all of them and the fact that Asmoskon was suggesting that they leave Kazura's side. Asmoskon himself was starting to display a less then calm and understanding expression across his face. It reflected what was going on inside of his head an expression of pent up frustration all towards the subordinates that had no clue what was about to come knocking at the door. He was about to start screaming at them and plead with Kazura one more time when he heard his voice.

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Asmoskon turned around and as the man before him continued to speak boasting about himself the young Quincy's hands tightened into fists at his side and his body began to shake with rage. The man in the room right now looked no different then he had over a decade ago. He had the same exact face as he did that night when Asmoskon was nothing more then a boy. While he finished giving his offer to Kazura, Asmoskon started to struggle controlling his rage. There was only a fine string of self control holding back his pure hatred for the Vandenreich General known as Baal.

He couldn't really focus on what was going on around him. The fact that Kazura was speaking to Baal brought Asmoskon's attention away from his rage briefly while it boiling in his heart. He wasn't pleased to hear that Kazura had aided the Vandenreich after being informed that they were the scourge of the Quincy race. Especially given that Asmoskon was against them and the two of them were well allies. It didn't matter for the moment though and Asmoskon knew that Kazura thought more in the long term then short. Now though it seemed that Kazura was against Baal as well and that meant his distraction was gone.

Asmoskon just couldn't stop starring into the eyes of the man that had ruined his life. The one entity that he held as much hatred towards then the former Emperor of the Vandenreich. Baal had been the Quincy to kill his grandfather and strip away everything that he held dear to him in the world. After torturing Vandenreich after Vandenreich he had finally learned that the squad responsible for killing his parents had been sent by Baal. All of his family had been killed by this one man on the other side of the room.

His hands in fists, body shaking in rage, his pupil actually dilated from the anger that flowed throughout his soul. He just kept sitting there on the other side of the room that smug smile all over his face. Asmoskon's control slipped his reiatsu flowing off of him the black reiatsu lined with crimson imitating off of him a few feet. Everyone in the room would be able to feel the pressure and the scent that it held. Kazura especially however would understand that there was something different about it. Asmoskon the last time he saw him had simply crimson reiatsu yet now it was almost entirely black and the scent was horrific comparable to blood yet hot as if it was set to boil.

Asmoskon's gaze fixated on Baal his face contorted in rage. While all of the others in the room would only be able to pick up the difference in appearance and scent to Asmoskon, Baal unlike most held the ability to read the soul. Asmoskon had been born a pure Quincy one of the upmost purity that if brought into the Vandenreich would have the possibility of obtaining one of the highest positions possible. Yet his soul was no longer pure it was tainted by Hell and Baal would more then likely be able to determine the fact. "How dare you. . How dare you. . HOW DARE YOU! I'm going to fucking kill you BAAL!"

[Kento Waffles]

"On the contrary, you have a considerable number of employees who have interfered with our affairs and operations," Kohler calmly replied to Kazura Uzaki. He was quite level headed and calm, but that was to be expected of his villainous type. People like Kohler always seemed rather smug. However, he did also seem rather kindly. Were it not for his recent crimes, Kohler would have probably given a pretty convincing act, and perhaps Kazura would have found himself enjoying the company of this man. As it was, Kohler had done damage to Uzaki and its employees now, and so his illusion of kindness was easily broken. He was not someone who could be found agreeable.

The Vandenreich Quincy reached down toward a bag he had brought, which appeared to be some kind of backpack, and pulled out a Tupperware container of some food. He opened it, and inside, they wound find eggs Benedict with a thin slice of prosciutto or something like that along the top. Kohler also had a knive--noticeably very sharp, and a fork. He used these utensils to start cutting and eating his food. In between eating, and after swallowing, Kohler spoke in response to what Kazura said about the price being too high. "Perhaps you on a personal level have done nothing to interfere with us, but many of your employees have. During wartime with the Seireitei, this proved to be rather inconvenient."

He seemed very level when speaking of war, and did not even bat an eye. "If you find the price too high, I am more than willing to negotiate. The lives I have taken today, for instance, are something the Vandenreich is more than capable of restoring. We can also easily pay you enough to restore your lost infrastructure twice over." This claim was quite duplicitous. On one hand, it wasn't necessarily a lie, though it might be. Rumors had circulated for a long time of the Vandenreich's ability to literally reverse recent death and restore the living to their former state, unaltered. But that was a power of the Emperor of the Vandenreich, who was now gone. It was uncertain whether Kohler could make such a claim to that power, as on one hand it seemed unlikely, yet on the other, the Vandenreich somehow still ran and functioned.

That was when Asmokon, who had been biding his time and his anger this entire time, exploded at Kohler, rage behind his voice. Kohler regarded Asmokon for a moment, but anyone measuring him would find that his heart rate did not accelerate, and his expression did not change. If anything, he seemed more interested in his meal than in anything in this room. "I must stress that I prefer being called by my name, Wilhelm Kohler, rather than a title given to me for military service," he said. "But more importantly... Have we met?" And that was something. Kohler didn't even acknowledge Asmokon's identity. Maybe he was lying. Maybe he wasn't. But here, right now, he rejected even the idea of knowing who Asmokon was.

[Kazura Uzaki]

Kazura could handle the insults to his company and the accusations without proof. Kazura could handle the insults to humanity by saying those lives could be restored. Kazura could handle the insult to himself by offering to pay for the destroyed factories. But Kazura couldn't handle the insults to his employees and to his friend. His voice grew very quiet, and very calm. Eerily calm. "Mr. Kohler, please get out of this building. Negotiations are finished." That was all that he said. Kazura was sure that Asmos would have a whole lot more choice words, but that was all that the Fullbringer had to say on the matter. He was done talking.

OOC: Sorry crap post

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{Stats/Skills}



Strength - [200 x.5 (100)] Points

Speed - [300] Points

Light Aura - [40] Points

Dark Aura - [60] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400 x2.5 (1,000)] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points

Instinct - [250 x2 (500)] Points

Senses [150 x.5 (75)] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [100] Points


Total SP: [1600] Points

Abilities

• [Crafting/Forging] {4}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {3}
  
  
• [Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Learning] {2}
  
  
• [Krav Maga] {2}
  
  
• [Street Fighting] {2}
  
  
• [Leadership/Charisma] {1}
  

Total SKP: 17

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon stood in the room his rage boiling over as his reiatsu surging off of his body. When Baal had the audacity to not even acknowledge his identity Asmoskon's control over his emotions wavered further. His grasp over reality and reason were hanging on by nothing more then willpower alone. Holding back his anger was taking most of his focus aside from that ugly freaking face now looking at him. His hands formed into fists and squeezed inwards. Asmoskon hadn't planned on it, but his mind was focused around damage now and without thinking the room they were all in started to crack. Asmoskon almost immediately realized that one of his techniques was causing the destruction and his composure was reinstated for the moment.

Starring at Baal, Asmoskon sneered while Kazura spoke. Asmoskon wasn't surprised by Kazura's choice. He knew his friend more then enough to know that messing with his people was the same as picking a fight with Asmoskon's family. It was never a good move and wouldn't ever be one that gained any ground for the individual dumb enough to do such a thing. Now though that Kazura was finished Asmoskon could let his words fly forth before his arrows did the same. "You know me you fucking corrupt monster. You're the one that took my family from me." Asmoskon realized that if battle ensued now he would need everything possible at his disposal. Focusing for a moment he gathered as much reiatsu from the room as he could into his cross.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1950/500
Quincy Cross: {+1600}
Kyōsei sa Remasu: {-150}

[Kento Waffles]

Kohler did not seem particularly insulted by Kazura kicking him out. After all, Kazura had said "please." He had been polite. Of course, anyone else would have said that it was certainly a shame. Kohler could have potentially provided a rebuild of infrastructure and a restoration of the lost lives. To throw those away over anger, some might say, was foolish. But, a more strategic mind would have agreed with Kazura. Who knew what form those lives would have been respawned in? Identical to their previous existence in all ways, except for being sleeper agents of undying Vandenreich loyalty? Who knew what sorts of things were possible nowadays? Kazura certainly wasn't enough of an expert to know whether or not it was possible for Kohler to do.

The Vandenreich General stood up. "I thank you for your time and hospitality," he said, having finished his meal as well. He packed up his tupperware in a small satchel he had brought with him, and slung it over his shoulder carefully, as if afraid to damage the expensive material out of which it had been fashioned. A bit hypocritical to buy a travel bag with the expectation that one couldn't damage it. Travel bags should be capable of being worn out. Then again, Kohler seemed like a bit of an aristocrat. More than once, he had been seen at fine operas. Asmokon, being more in tune with news from the spiritual world, would likely have heard that once, Wilhelm Kohler had engaged Sozen Kuchiki in combat at an opera.

As Kohler stood up, he spoke to Asmokon, but did not actually look at him. As if he did not acknowledge Asmokon as an equal worth putting his eyes on. "We have all lost things to war in recent times," Kohler said. "I myself once lost my own family to the Soul Reapers. By now, you must realize that as the survivor, you were in a unique position to take revenge, or perhaps even attempt to stop me. If anyone is at fault for your family's death, it is you, for allowing yourself to be so weak that someone else could take them from you." These were cold words, and whether or not Kohler believed them (as this would implicate blaming himself) wouldn't be known by his expression.

Instead, the Stern Ritter who now served as one of the Chancellors of the great Vandenreich turned toward the window. He nodded his head, appearing to be making some sort of signal to a comrade, or something of the like. And just like that, Wilhelm Kohler suddenly, instantly, disappeared. He vanished in an instant, as if he had been light and had been extinguished. The enemy now gone, Kazura, his allies, and Asmokon would be left alone in their room, realizing just how much they had lost, and understanding just how formidable a person Wilhelm Kohler was. And even still, that wasn't all. They hadn't even discussed if there would be a war or not.

[Kazura Uzaki]

When Kohler vanished into thin air, Kazura slunk into a chair. He was exhausted mentally, already. He just couldn't figure out the Vandenreich General. He was talented at Analysis, was extremely quick to gather all of the information that could be seen or heard or taken in at all in any way. But with Kohler... It was impossible. The man was impossible to figure out, no matter how much Kazura tried. On the one hand, he had absolutely destroyed the lives of many innocent people. On the other hand, he had calmly stated that he could just bring them all back. Was it a lie? Was it the truth? Was it a twisting of the truth for his own benefit?

Kazura just couldn't figure it out. So he slumped into the chair, rubbing his forehead. Iwamichi spoke up first, asking what their next course of action was going to be. "I need a list of all the martyrs, still. We also need to see about improving our threat detection systems. Something like this should never be allowed to happen again... Though... Never mind, that's all I have to say. Keep focusing on your growth. We need to be ever wary and prepared for any coming storms. And lastly... I'm sorry... Thank you for all of your hard work." The usual face of enthusiasm and "pep" was gone. It had been replaced by a grieving face full of sorrow. The atmosphere was heavy, which caused the employees to quickly file out. They had never seen Kazura like this, and didn't like it at all. That just left Kazura and Asmos alone, to discuss whatever was necessary.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon stood blood dripping from his right hand down to the floor of the conference room as Baal pushed his existence to the wayside. He had spent his entire life growing in strength in order to avenge his family and now this heartless monster wasn't even going to recognize him. Not only that he went so far as to blame him for not being able to protect his family. Asmoskon had the brief image of his grandfather and parents and knew that he had surpassed all, but his grandfather already. Where they had met failure and death at the hands of Baal, Asmoskon would never concede to such failure and disgrace on his name. Just as Baal was preparing to vanish a small amount of words would be uttered softly in cold tempered anger. "The old man is dead. You're next."

After that when Baal was gone Asmoskon looked around the room and was rather surprised. What he had just witnessed was an ability that seemed close to his own only to then see what he was looking for. There were a few shadows in the room and Asmoskon knew that whether he had seen it with his eyes or not Baal more then likely utilized one of the shadows in order to enter the Vandenreich stronghold. He looked over to Kazura and saw the look of despair on his face. For the moment it wasn't his place to speak Kazura still had to address his employees. Iwamachi spoke followed by Kazura's answer and advice being given all while Asmoskon realized his dominate hand was covered in blood.

Now as all of the employees were filing out of the room Asmoskon would be able to speak with Kazura privately. "Kazura we still have a problem." While Kazura had sorrow and despair spread out across his face Asmoskon's was littered with so many confliction emotions. He was fighting off the urge to scream in rage while the memories of his family pulled at his depression. He shoved them all down along with doubt and worry in order to try and seem confident for his friend. He knew this wasn't over and they more then likely only had a short amount of time left. "The Vandenreich don't back down or let things like this go. The building . No we're going to be under attack very soon." Asmoskon looked around for a moment his gaze intense and focused for a moment under the table at the large shadow.

"You're stronghold won't ever be able to keep them out Kazura unless you put in place things specifically for that perhaps at all times. Right now they're more then likely setting up or preparing the attack. Any shadow in this building is a potential portal for them to make their way in." Looking out the window Asmoskon scanned the buildings in sight making sure the Vandenreich didn't have an ace up their sleeve in the form of a sniper. "I'm sorry it's come to this my friend, but if either of us are going to survive we'll need to give this fight our all. Last time I was attacked by over a dozen and lost my eye. They'll be sending in either someone they believe to be more powerful than either of us or a whole lot of average soldiers. Just be ready and remember not all of them will be opting for distance." Preparing as best he could his short bow manifested in his left hand while he gathered as much reiatsu from the area as he could into his cross.

Remaining Reiatsu: 3550/500
Quincy Cross: {+1600}

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: As per the usual, any RPCs I used as NPCs, I have permission for from the player.

IC:

The phone then would ring for Kazura's desk. It wouldn't be hard to pick up. It would be fast. In fact, one might even say that by some miracle of god, Kazura was compelled to pick it up. As if the world he lived in was ruled over by some dungeon master who, for the sake of destiny, or just the plot, would hold Kazura to pick up that phone. At any rate, compelled by player or dungeon master or whatever else, the phone would somehow find its way to speaking to Kazura. Even if he didn't pick it up, he'd still end up hearing the answering machine anyway as a message was recorded. All in all, fullproof. And he might be relieved, actually, by that call.

"Mr. Uzaki," the voice said. It was one of Kazura's secretaries. "There's a Mr. Douma here to see you." Douma, The Angel of Silence. He was a newfound ally to some in the human world. A criminal with a very dark organization behind him. Shadowy, mysterious, and with quite a bit of money on his head after having helped pull a stunt in Soul Society regarding the sneaking in of drugs. Matter of fact, Asmokon would also know this Douma. He had been on the same side as this mercenary, and had assisted in getting those drugs over to Soul Society. It had led to quite an adventure as well. Both had been in prison for a short time as a result...Plus more had happened.

Now, with Douma waiting in the lobby to see Kazura, it went to show that something was up. Whether Douma came up or Kazura went down, eventually the rich man and Asmokon too would find themselves face to face with the man in the black coat, the hood, and the scary mask. After all, Douma, even if rejected, would have found his way to get a face to face with Kazura. Or, in this case, mask to face. Though rumor had it that underneath, Douma was the star named Psy. As they came face to face, or mask to face, Douma would regard Kazura and Asmokon, acknowledging both individually. Then, he would speak. "I can help you to overcome Baal. How much will you pay me?

How did these people have such good plot timing?

[Kazura Uzaki]

With all of his employees gone, and just Asmoskon and himself left in the room (as far as the fullbringer knew), Kazura was annoyed to have Asmos move right into problem solving mode, but it couldn't be helped. There was a problem, and it needed fixed. There was no time to grieve, only time to prepare. Asmos began to talk strategy when the phone on Kazura's desk rang. He picked it up, only to hear his secretary on the other line announce a "Mr. Douma", a name that Kazura was only vaguely familiar with. Sure, he was known in the criminal underworld, and one of Kazura's allies, Anarchy, had told him a little bit about the mysterious figure, but apart from that the fullbringer knew nothing.

"Let's walk and talk. There is someone here to meet us." When they got to the lobby and welcomed Douma into a side conference room where they would be alone, the man cut right to the chase, being incredibly blunt. "I can help you to overcome Baal. How much will you pay me?" Kazura frowned at the man's... knowledge of the situation, when none of the details on the attack had been released. Still... an ally was an ally, and the fullbringer could take all that he could get right now. "Ten thousand now, and an extra thirty when the job is done. Now that we've discussed price... Would you like to tell me why the hell you're here when Baal just left?"

[Kento Waffles]

"It's my fault, Kazura. I'm sorry," a new voice said. People showing up all the time, so easily. Douma hadn't even answered the part with the fee when this newcomer showed up. Another man in a mask and a black cloak, this one was a mercenary who had even higher status and infamy than Douma did. Of all those in the human world, this guy was known as one of the top. The only ones known to be living and stronger than he was were Satsujun, Lord Callus, and the mercenary called Axel Johnson. The newcomer, Anarchy, was someone with whom Kazura could have a productive friendship more than merely an associative partnership, and was more in this case than just a mercenary for hire.

"I've been tracking Baal for a while in the hopes of establishing some of his weaknesses," Anarchy said. "Douma joined me so that we could discuss business while I tracked Baal, and he decided that this was a good opportunity to earn money." Douma would suddenly appear slightly weak at the knees, but only momentarily. Even so, Kazura and Asmokon would also feel weak at the knees, even momentarily, as if a heavy weight had crushed them. However, it was only momentary, and seemed focused primarily on Douma. It was an intimidation tactic. A use of gravitational pressure, which, at the level of Kazura, Asmokon, and Douma, indicated that Anarchy was someone on another level entirely.

"I offer my services to you as well, free of charge," Anarchy said. Between the two mercenaries, he was by far the more reasonable one. Anarchy could be friendly sometimes, though usually he was quite quiet and blank. More to the point, Anarchy was highly logistical. He didn't think in terms of capital but in terms of networking. Anarchy's ultimate "payment," if one considered it that, was the alliances that he could form. He couldn't be bought with something like money. No one knew what his end goal (besides chaos in Soul Society, a presumed goal) was, but it was clear that he needed allies in order to accomplish it. For this reason, he was always finding people.

Douma, however, was cold. Silent. Calculating. Most likely, he was also manipulative. Whatever the formative events for what had created him, he had taken a much more sinister tone to him than Anarchy had. As if inspired by Lord of Hades, Enma, Douma utilized brutality and fear to send his messages. And he was strong. At least the same level as a Lieutenant, though probably quite a bit more. Though he wasn't the most pleasant person to be around, and actually was pretty unlikable, his strength and utility were undeniable. "I'm not going without getting paid..." Douma hissed at Anarchy. "I'm rendering a service. And I will be compensated."

Anarchy, who didn't seem bothered by Douma, other than being annoyed of course, didn't even reply. "Though he requires payment, I will not. I like to think of us as friends." The entire time, Anarchy's conversation was directed toward Kazura. He barely even acknowledged Douma. It was clear that though they were doing some sort of business together, Anarchy did not like Douma. If they ever had an alliance, it wouldn't work out. There was a great deal of animosity between the two masked men. Maybe it was because of those masks. The implicit act of hiding oneself meant they also couldn't find trust in each other. On a subconscious level, their images were made to hate one another.