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Post by studlymcstaffman on Feb 18, 2016 0:14:19 GMT -5
Appeased that Trasci was actually willing to have dialogue about the possibility of joining was intriguing, but the man would not relax too quickly. He knew full well that she could simply be playing him for a fool, but for now, he would go along with the conversation. He folded his arms and widened his feet a bit before speaking.
"Protection, power, money...the Yakuza is looking to seize control of the district and run it. With your strength, I imagine you would climb the ranks quickly. We provide to anyone willing to submit to our rules and serve the organization. We're not after chaos and we're not terrorists, we just want the biggest slice of the pie."
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Post by Trasci 令 Brooks on Feb 18, 2016 0:26:09 GMT -5
Trasci continued to eye the man silently. He was offering power and protection when she had just proven herself to have both. There was no logical reason for her to join except for trying to keep tabs on the group. They might be useful in taking down the wall after all. Sighing, she rubbed the back of her head.
"Alright, I guess I'm in."
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Post by studlymcstaffman on Feb 20, 2016 0:44:56 GMT -5
The man stared at her for a few moments, trying to detect deceit. It was certainly odd that she would suddenly agree to join after her refusal before. After careful consideration, the man visibly relaxed somewhat as he looked at Trasci with a quizzical look.
"I have to ask, why the sudden change of heart? I could have sworn you said that you didn't wish to be part of a criminal organization..."
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Post by Trasci 令 Brooks on Feb 20, 2016 14:03:51 GMT -5
Trasci watched the man silently before shrugging and speaking honestly.
"I'm curious. Your men don't seem that strong, so I want to see if you have stronger men. To be frank, while in this wall, everything is topsy turby... Er... I just want to keep tabs on you all and see how you act. Does it really matter so long as I help you in the end?"
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Post by studlymcstaffman on Feb 20, 2016 14:10:53 GMT -5
The man laughed at her honesty. Someone being so frank and matter of fact about such a thing was unusual, but in a way, it was refreshing. He crossed his arms as he spoke.
"Loyalty to the organization is key and you have no say in what we require of you. I feel that your morals may be tested and should you refuse, your punishment will be severe. We do what many people would consider questionable activities. I expect nothing but obedience and loyalty."
He paused before putting one hand in his pockets and gesturing towards the car with the other.
"...but if you have no issues with that, then we should be on our way. The boss will want to meet with you."
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Post by Trasci 令 Brooks on Feb 20, 2016 14:22:09 GMT -5
Trasci eyed the man silently as he spoke. "So long as no innocents get hurt, you wont have any objections from me," she replied softly before moving to get into the car.
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Post by studlymcstaffman on Mar 7, 2016 1:41:50 GMT -5
The man smiled warmly at her words as he allowed her to walk towards the car ahead of him. He expression was not genuine however, he was actually quite cold as a person, something that made him particularly good at the duties assigned to him along with his ability to hide this facet of himself. Though he did somewhat enjoy a good fight, he was rather pleased that she had decided to acquiesce willingly. Her morals would certainly be an issue, but they had methods of dealing with those who had moral objections to some of their activities.
“I see, well let’s be on our way, the boss will want to meet you.”
By this point the men she had pummeled were slowly picking themselves up, sore, but otherwise uninjured, not knowing she could have done much more damage had she wanted. The men ran ahead and opened the passenger side door for her as the man spoke from behind her, a black bandana in his hand.
“One moment please. Since you are not yet a member, you may not see where our hideout is, you will be blindfolded until we have arrived and you are inside.”
Assuming Trasci did not object, the man would tie the bandana around her head from behind, completely covering her eyes. She would then be assisted with getting into the car before they shut the door for her. She would hear all of them file into the back before hearing the engine start.
*20 Minutes Later*
After a silent car car ride, Trasci could hear a large door open in front of them. They drove and took a few turns before finally stopping. The men filed out and opened the door for her. She would be led through a series of hall ways, the only sound being the taps of the mens’ dress shoes against the tiled flooring. They would stop in front of a door and slowly open it, allowing the scent of incense and the soft sound of classical music playing in the room. She would be lead inside, the sound of their feet changing to what she would be certain to recognize as tatami mat flooring. She would be lead to a chair and eased into it if she allowed them to, after which, the bandana around her head would loosen and lift away, allowing her to take in the surroundings. She would see several Yakuza men standing around the room as the bald man stood behind her, looking towards the other side of the room where a young Japanese man knelt behind a table, shadowed by a likely purposeful absence of light.
“Ahh, you’re here, wonderful, and I understand you came willingly….that’s good.”
The boy took a sip of tea before continuing.
“Your mother ran from her debt to us, so we hope you will not make the same mistake.”
Trasci would feel a sharp prick on the back of her neck and if she turned around, the bald man would be smiling and holding some sort of device with a pointed end. Regardless of her response, the young man would respond the same.
“That is just some insurance, but don’t worry, your life is not in danger. We just had to be sure of your loyalty.”
Trasci would not feel at different, despite a small pinch in her neck from where the device had, unknown to her, implanted a chip on her spine.
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