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Post by Sara Kosaka on May 6, 2011 11:56:18 GMT -5
After leaving the book signing with the tape it had taken the young woman less than twenty-four hours to find out everything publically known about the scarred man. Sara had to admit that she had been surprised to discover his true identity. Why would such a prominent figure such as Reiji Takayama wander into a bookstore on his won in the middle of the day? Didn’t he know the dangers that famous people faced from the public? From her research she had come to determine that Takayama in particularly was in more danger than most. A week later Sara spotted a job advertisement in the newspaper; and not just any job, but one for Douji Group. It was almost too perfect. Sara had always believed in fate, and this seemed like as good a chance as any to put her faith to the test. It wasn’t that she couldn’t get by without the money from the job. No, in fact she was well set for life what with the royalties from her books and the family money. Though the money left to her by her parents was hardly a gargantuan sum it was definitely more than enough to take care of her expenses and the mortgage on her house. Her reasons were something entirely different from money. If she were to be honest with herself she would discover that she wasn’t entirely even sure what her intentions really were.
The day after she saw the ad in the newspaper she made an appointment to meet with Reiji Takayama himself, though normally someone interviewing wouldn’t have the luxury of speaking to the head honcho himself. But with connections like hers anything was possible. Even then they wouldn’t give her the interview appointment until a thorough background check had been performed. The next day Sara heard back from them, telling her it was time to come in for an interview. She had almost laughed at how easy it had been to get one; of course they wouldn’t find anything strange about her history. Despite her hobbies Sara Kosaka was a model citizen. So, wearing her most professional outfit of a long black dress and high-heels she made her way to the Douji Group Headquarters. This time she went out she made sure that she wore the strongest sunscreen she could possibly find as she wanted to avoid getting burned while outside; she had been lucky the day of the book signing, and she knew her luck wouldn’t last long. Walking up to the front desk confidently she wondered if the boss man even knew who he would be meeting with today. As she signed in Sara made sure to write her name as ‘Sora Kasaka’, an anagram she occasionally used when she didn’t want people to know who she was. It was hardly an illegal move; more in the gray area. And given the circumstances it seemed more than appropriate.
After being told to go right on up she knew it had worked; temporarily at least. It would only take one look at her for the man to figure out the truth about who she was. After all, there were hardly a great number of women with red eyes wandering the city. At least, as far as she knew there weren’t. Tapping her foot impatiently Sara stared blankly at the closed doors of the elevator she was riding. This wasn’t like her, to feel nervous. But it was her own fault really, for not preparing what she was going to say well enough. She could improvise, sure, but Takayama had been quick-witted so she doubted that she would be able to improvise forever. She needed a strategy, the one thing she unfortunately didn’t have with her. Her thin fingers wrapped tightly around her messenger bag. She was just going to have to be herself; that would be the easiest way to get through this meeting. Her usual cold, cruel self. She smirked faintly. Yes, that would work the best. ”Mait help me,” she muttered as the doors to the elevator opened up. Stepping into the inner lobby she was directed to wait in a chair until she was called in. She sat quietly, repeating her silent prayer to Mait in her mind.
Tags! Takayama Words! 712 Notes! Not the best intro ever, but this came to me after not much sleep, so... lol
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Post by takayama on May 6, 2011 23:22:06 GMT -5
Takayama sat quietly pondering to himself on the over sized black leather sofa. He sat cross legged, with his arm resting on the cushy armrest holding up his chin. He was clothed once again in one of his best black business suits, luckily enough for him aside from the suits Takayamas wardrobe lacked variety, he had suit for any occasion. His face bared a look of disillusion, with just a hint of annoyance. One would almost believe the slight look of annoyance was something Takayama couldn't shed. He was seated in a large casually decorated, private meeting room. Adjacent from where he sat was two more large chairs like the one he currently sat in. In the center of the chairs was an expensive looking coffee table.
The room otherwise was of modern styling, but very plainly colored; lite grays mostly. Other than the chairs and table only a couple uneventful pictures hung from two of the walls. The most interesting thing about the room was one of the walls was a two way mirror. It overlooked what Takayama concluded to be a general interview and recruitment office. No doubt this private little room was used by executives to spy on the new trainees. "Interesting" Takayama said aloud, not worried if anyone was listening or not. An extremely urgent letter was sent to his place of residence, Takayama had figured his time with his beloved company was all but over, how little did he know. Apparently, even with the serious government investigation being done on the Douji group and their affiliates, the company was still running. With Wado all but disappearing from any of the lines of communication the board of directors needed somebody to fall back on, somebody they could trust, and could get them results. All this was included in the letter, no doubt to entice Takayama to come back, maybe not to run the company, but as an adviser. Takayama winched at the idea, to be disgracefully removed from his esteemed office, and forced to retire because of Wado's short comings, it was a metaphoric slap in the face. At any rate how could he refuse to appear? It wasn't like Takayama had much else to do in his retired state, it didn't help that the board sent the letter and then had him sit in this little cell with no word to what was going to happen with him.
In his thoughts Takayama had noticed through the glass people busily moving about the office next door, the office outside was even plainer than the once Takayama was stuck in, a women sat behind a wood desk, staring at a computer screen typing. Two cheaply made chairs sat in front of the desk. Takayama only really took these details into account when the entrance to the recruitment office door slung open and very familiar looking women stepped in and sat down. Takayama's eye widened, those red eyes and that pale skin, it was Ms Sara the rude young women he had the unfortunatly had the mistake of meeting early in the week. Why was she applying for a job at Douji, Takayama now in a puzzled state stared intensely at the women through the glass.
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Post by Sara Kosaka on May 7, 2011 0:20:09 GMT -5
The office was completely plain, with little more than the secretary’s desk and chair and the two other chairs. There was no little table of magazines. There was no television. There weren’t any plants or windows. It was the most drab, boring room that the authoress had ever been in. It made her long for the comfort of her shabby chic house, or even a tastefully decorated restaurant or store. Anything would be better than this place by this point. She mentally sighed, checking the time on her watch. It had only been five minutes. This was getting utterly ridiculous and more than a little annoying. Sara had been forced to wait too long already just to get this accursed interview that she didn’t even fully want and now they were just going to make her wait even longer. Well, five minutes longer, but to her that much time spent in the room was more like an eternity. It was unacceptable, plain and simple. Perhaps she could have had the patience to wait, had it not been for the obvious disinterest on the secretary’s face. Gods, the woman wasn’t even paying attention to her anymore, focused only on the computer in front of her. Although Sara knew the dangers of becoming engrossed in work she had never seen anyone that focused unless it was deliberate. Was that it then? Was the woman deliberately trying to find anything to do that would involve ignoring her?
Suspicious person that she was, Sara didn’t doubt that that was the reason. And even if it wasn’t why should she bother trying to come up with another reason? This one made the most sense and appeared logical given the circumstances. What more was there to say? Nothing as far as she was concerned. Besides, why should she force herself to stay in this dreadful room any longer than was absolutely necessary? There was no reason to. Rising to her feet Sara glided over to the receptionist’s desk and stared down at her, eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, the corners of her mouth pulled down even more than usual. ”Excuse me, I know you’re busy, but so am I. I don’t have all day to sit around in this drab office waiting for your boss to finally show himself.” Common decency had never been a forte of hers so she saw no real need to try and sugar coat her words for this woman. The secretary stared up at her, obviously at a loss as to what she should do. The woman looked so torn that Sara almost felt sorry for her; almost. ”I came specifically to see Takayama-san. If he isn’t available than I might as well leave. Though I must say that my… friends in Douji might not be pleased if I leave unhappy.” It was almost laughable to even consider herself having friends. Those people were hardly the types of person that she would consider to be friends.
But in the end ‘friends’ had sounded much better than saying ‘acquaintances’ or even worse ‘people I talk to only when unavoidable’. Though the last one would have been a lot more fun as she would have loved to see the secretary’s reaction to that. Too bad really, that she was still bothering to try to get into the meeting. Suppressing a sneer Sara attempted to give the woman a polite smile though had a fairly good idea that she had failed completely. ”Well what do you say? Am I to meet with Takayama-san or leave?”
Tags! Takayama Words! 589 Notes! e.e Sara... should learn to be nicer. Lol or she'll never get what she wants. ^^;
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Post by takayama on May 7, 2011 22:56:00 GMT -5
Takayama strained intently staring at Sara's lips as she stood up and approached the desk, leaning towards the secretary. She was asking the secretary something, by her demeanor she was more like demanding an answer. Takayama couldn't hear anything but the dead silence of the lonely room his was forced to sit in. Only thing keeping him from going crazy with boredom was watching the spectacle unfold in the adjacent room. Suddenly the door to the private office Takayama recited in flew open, two executive looking men shuffled into the room and sat across from Takayama. They both wore suits, more expensive than Takayama's own an updated style yet both suits shared similar features. Takayama did not recognize either of the men, they were both in their mid thirties. The shorter of the two men had brown hair, where as the ladder had blond. Both wore stern grins on their faces, obviously a poor try at intimidating Takayama. The shorter man spoke first, "Mr. Takayama its good to see you got our letter." The blond haired man hid a slight smile "But lets get down to business, you read the letter, you must understand what we are asking of you? Do you accept our offer?". Takayama hid all emotions he would let the men stew in their questioning, either of them lacked the intelligence or manners to even introduce themselves. It was true Takayama cared deeply for the company, in which he basically started and kept safe. The board knew this and even after dragging his name through the mud, they wanted him back? To be a shadow adviser on top of it. He would be calling the shots and getting the research back on track, without any of the respect or authority he commanded before? Not that it mattered, after spending time with Riko, and Masane Takayama began to feel there were more things in life than just work. Takayama shot both men a stern glare "I understand what you and your bosses ask of me" He paused, was this really the correct thing to be doing? "I accept". Takayama shifted in his seat, the opportunity to further study the witch blade was too great, and being a shadow operative for the company would have its benefits. He shot a glance through the glass, Takayama abruptly stood up and pointed towards the glass, the two men were startled, and followed his finger. "My first act as the shadow CEO" Takayama smiled, it felt fitting. "Is for you to interview and hire that women". Takayama walked towards the door, looking back at the wearily men he follow with "And I want my old office completely cleaned and ready for me as soon as I walk in tomorrow morning." Takayama exited the room and made his way out of the building, maybe things wouldn't be so bad here. He might also find out what that irritating young writer was doing at his company, Takayama let a smile appear on his face, "Yes my company".
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Post by Sara Kosaka on May 8, 2011 12:32:25 GMT -5
Sara continued to stare icily down at the secretary, who looked nervous and confused. After another minute, just when the girl was about to give up, the woman sighed and stood up. The writer smirked to herself; she had won. She had found that secretaries were in general not the most competent of people; at least not the ones that she had met over the years. And she had also learned that it took a firm, confident person to deal with them successfully. She watched as the woman went into another room and soon came back out, gesturing for her to follow her. Raising an eyebrow Sara did as she was ‘asked’ (hah!) and followed the woman back into the room. It was almost as drab as the lobby, but at least it had a window. The writer rolled her eyes. What was with this company? Did they forget to pay for decorators? Though she technically knew that decorations weren’t that important to a successful business they were still pleasant to look at and made the entire environment seem more human. Well, perhaps that had something to do with it. Douji Group wasn’t known for its humanity, from what she could tell. A pity really, but not really any of her concern.
Two hours later she found herself exiting the building, her mind reeling. Somehow she had ended up being hired as a replacement secretary for the head of the company. How had this happened again? She had only come in to mess with Reiji Takayama, not get a new job! God, she didn’t need more work. She had enough to occupy herself with just by being an author with deadlines. This was too much but there wasn’t much she could do about it now. She played back the last couple of hours in her mind, trying to understand how she had gotten herself into this. She had started well enough, saying rude comments about the interior of the room, but at some point she had lost control of the situation. The two men had overpowered her, talking her down until she agreed to take the job. She had even signed the contract then and there. She groaned. What had she been thinking? She obviously hadn’t been thinking enough or none of this would have happened. Sighing again she hailed a taxi. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, she was to report to her first day on the job. Ugh. She had never had a real job; at least not one that involved her having to be somewhere at a specific time, so at least this was going to be different. As she got into the taxicab she couldn’t help but wonder if Reiji Takayama had somehow had something to do with her being hired. She wouldn’t put it past him. Giving the driver her address she frowned. She would give him round one, but that was it.
Tags! Takayama Words! 487 Notes! Lol technically this would probably be Round 2 that he won, but... Sara wouldn't admit that. XP
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Post by takayama on May 8, 2011 13:32:43 GMT -5
Takayama peacefully rested in his very comfortable office chair, his eyes scanned over a group of documents that layed in an orderly fashion on his desk. He was very pleased, it was wonderful being back in his huge office sitting behind his finely crafted european desk. Takyama gave the entire office a once over, it was gigantic. He and his desk faced the entrance, which was two large oak doors stained very dark. His desk sat in the exact center of the room off set closest to the large glass window, he enjoyed peering through the glass watching the sea. To his back one whole wall was a giant window that overlooked the ocean and most of the Douji group company compound. The three remaining walls were lined with large pictures of previous weapons the company had designed and that were battle testing in the field and in production today. A few feet in front of the desk were two large and very expensive looking black leather sofas, with another oak coffee table in between them.
Takayama did noticed something different, in both corners of his office sat two large exotic looking plants. Hmmh, Wado must have added those before his unfortunate dismissal. Takayama focused again on the documents placed before him. It was research on the the energy readings the witch blade gave off in its final hours, as well as documentation of new events happening all around the city. Eye witness accounts of people seeing ghosts or demons as they described, this intrigued Takayama, seeing how many of the x-cons were destroyed, it must be something else. Maybe something NSWF was working on? Or did the witch blade create or awaken some kind of new creatures? The questions ran through Takayama's mind in a blur. He glanced at his desktop, almost 8:00Am, one thing Takayama disliked was his secretaries being late. Annoyed Takayama began tapping his finger on the desk, waiting for his new recruit to show up, for they had much work ahead of them.
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Post by Sara Kosaka on May 8, 2011 13:54:42 GMT -5
Though Sara hated to be late for anything she felt it was necessary to rile up her new boss. Whether this was because she wanted to see how he would react or because she hoped he would fire her she didn’t know and didn’t care. This changed though when she realized that she had gotten to the building too early. She was supposed to be at work at eight and somehow it was still only 7:40. She cursed. She was tempted to just waste time in the lobby of the building until at least eight but eventually gave in and started making her way up to the office. However halfway there she was delayed by some eager young man with a haggard expression who handed her two heavy boxes of papers. Sara had tried to get out of having to take them, but by the time she shifted around to glare at the man he had vanished into thin air. Heaving a sigh she continued her trek up to the office, hating her stupid decision to take the stairs. Why had she thought this would be a good idea again? Oh yes, she hadn’t planned on being waylaid by a slacker who didn’t want to finish his own job. Note to self, never take the stairs again, she thought bitterly to herself.
At fifteen past the hour she finally managed to reach the office, out of breath and cursing whoever it was whose bright idea it was to invent stairs. Grimacing she realized that she couldn’t exactly open the door without dropping the boxes. Which, now that she thought about it, sounded like an excellent idea. Carefully setting down the boxes she opened the door to the office, keeping it propped open with her foot as she picked up one of the boxes again. She grunted at its weight, her arms burning. She hadn’t thought it had been so heavy before; probably because her arms had gone numb. But now all she could think about was how heavy it was. Staggering slightly she entered the office, barely making it over to a table to place the box down. She sighed. One more box to go. And she realized that her new boss was looking at her. Great. Straightening she attempted to look professional though she could only wonder at how successful she was. ”Good morning, Mr. Takayama. I believe that this box is for you. I didn’t get the boy’s name who gave it to me, but he said to take it all the way up.” Nodding her head she turned on her heels and walked back to the door, calling over her shoulder, ”Now if you’ll excuse me I seem to have a job to do.” The second box was just as heavy as the first, if not more so. It to she barely managed to get to the table without dropping it. All the while she wondered how she had even managed to get both of them up the stairs by herself. ”What would you like me to do now?” she asked, trying to calm her breathing.
Tags! Takayama Words! 519 Notes! Lol random slackers... XDDD I actually had that happen to me on my first day of work once. It was annoying as hell. ^^;
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Post by takayama on May 8, 2011 14:15:54 GMT -5
Takayama watched the women struggling to get both boxes in the office and on the coffee table. He wore his usual look of annoyance, even more so because if she would have talked to the security at the front desk they would of easily had the boxes sent to Takayama's office, and she could have been on time or dare he thought even early. Sara finally finished tinkering with her boxes, she steadied herself and stood stoically staring at Takayama, she then asked what he would have her do now. "Humph, I'd have you be on time tomorrow Ms Sara." Takayama said in his most authoritarian voice. He sat forward resting his arms on the desk sending Sara a serious look. "Also your clothes, they will need to be changed, if you plan on working for me for any length of time you will dress accordingly." This was all just banter, what was really on Takayama's mind was the strange occurrences showing up through out the city, and after a long night studding, Ms Sara's works he now knew she was perfect for the research they needed to do. There were certain key details in her writing that one normally wouldn't notice unless looking for these details especially. Ms. Sara was aware of the strange occurrences, it was no coincidence that her works sold so well, because people were experiencing these kinds of weird mystery murders all over the city. It was Takayama's job to find out what the hell was going on and who or what was causing these incidents. All this information was in the documentation that Takayama held out for Sara to take. "This will be our job Ms Sara I expect results from you".
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Post by Sara Kosaka on May 8, 2011 14:36:57 GMT -5
Sara stared at the man with veiled contempt. ”Well sir, if your company had fewer slackers who push their work onto other people, than perhaps I would manage to be on time.” If she wanted she supposed she could use the excuse that she hadn’t had a job before so she had never needed to learn proper manners, but in the end she just didn’t care very much if he thought she was impertinent. Why would it matter anyway, since he had already met her? He knew what her personality was like, and yet she had been hired anyway. Obviously there was another reason for it than he enjoyed her company. Just thinking that was ridiculous. Besides, though she was many things, she had never been the type of person to use excuses for her behavior. And she had absolutely no intention of starting now; even to explain herself to this man.
She gave him a huge, fake smile at his comment about her clothes and bobbed into a curtsey. ”Yes of course, sir! I’ll get right on changing my entire self to suit your needs better!” she said with mock sincerity, allowing her eyes to show him what she really thought about his order for her to “dress accordingly”. Dress accordingly indeed. Well, in the end she supposed that comments like that were much better than sexual harassing ones. Making her way over to his desk she took the file from him, opening the folder and scanning the first few pages. Her eyebrows shot up. ”These are… aren’t these those murders that have been reported in the newspapers?” They did seem to be, at least as far as she could tell from the little she had read so far. This information though, it was so… detailed.
It was disturbing in a way, though it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. She had always done pages and pages of research when writing a novel so she would have her facts right. This wasn’t much different she supposed. Raising her gaze from the papers she gave him a suspicious look. ”Is this why you hired me? Because I’m an expert on murder and crime?” She shook her head. ”Because I don’t really care one way or the other. I just don’t understand what you expect from me. You expect results? Bah. What results? You seem to have enough information about crime as it is, what with this file and all.”
Tags! Takayama Words! 409 Notes! ><;; I don't know what to think about this post.
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Post by takayama on May 8, 2011 22:07:28 GMT -5
Takayama let her sarcastic and crude remarks set in. It was unfortunate that such irritating words could be spoken by a women who was rather beautiful if you were able to get past her mouth and the words that spewed out of it. It was clear to Takayama that Sara dressed and spent time trying to cover up her natural beauty. Takayama tilted his head, "We need to find out who or what is doing these unnatural murders. The way those people were murdered was not done by any normal human, x-con or even a neogene welding a witch blade. Something else is going on here." It was true the company had scientists and armed soldiers secretly roaming the city, as well as the local police with their investigation. However nether was making any real head way on the case, it was up to Takayama and his team to find out what was going on. Smirking slightly, "Oh and would you please get me some coffee."
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Post by Sara Kosaka on May 8, 2011 22:32:15 GMT -5
It was strange, but the way that he watched her made Sara want to squirm. And not in a good way. It was… a way that she had never felt before and she didn’t think she liked feeling like this. It almost felt like he was trying to see into her soul – her very being – with every hard stare. Deciding to ignore the looks he was giving her the woman linked her hands behind her back, listening to him speak. Ex-cons? Neogenes? Witchblade? These words went nothing to the sheltered young woman who spent so much of her time locked in her house. They sounded vaguely familiar, but that didn’t mean that she understood what he was talking about. Mait, she couldn’t even remember when she had heard those words before; or where. Maybe she was just too tired to remember. No, she was tired, but no more tired than usual, from her usual lack of sleep. However this was a common feeling for her so she should be more used to it. It must have just not meant enough to her at the time for her to bother to remember them. ”So you want me to… what, exactly? See if I can find any patterns that would tell us what the killer might be?”
She could hardly imagine that that was the case. How on earth was she supposed to do that? She dealt with human murderers in her books, not demonic, or whatever the hell was committing these crimes. Then again she was perhaps one of the best qualified people to research something so unusual, given her… ties, to the occult. Sara narrowed her eyes slightly in suspicion. Could he know about that? No, she had been too careful. Not one single person knew that on occasion she would summon the powers of darkness. They couldn’t. Blinking she mentally groaned. Get him coffee? What was she, his errand girl? Well, technically she supposed that in a way that was exactly what she was. A secretary was supposed to handle things like getting coffee, weren’t they? Looking around she spotted a small counter where a coffee pot and various coffee-making essentials were placed. Smirking she walked over to it. ”How convenient, that you wouldn’t even need to leave your office for coffee.” In actuality she thought it was a bit odd, but she wasn’t in the mood to say so to him. As she waited for the coffee to brew she started thinking of the task at hand.
”Hmm… not human, huh? Well, humans can be quite disturbed,” she mused aloud to herself. ”But for it to be so unusual they would have to have ties to something else entirely. Demonic perhaps? Maybe. An occultist then?” She frowned. No occultist she had ever met had committed murders quite like the ones described in the file. ”Unlikely. Nonhuman? Possible, but less likely.” Demons weren’t very creative in killing. They went for plain and simple. Shaking her head she realized she had been speaking aloud this entire time. Embarrassed, though even more when she felt a flush rise to her cheeks, she poured coffee into a cup. ”Cream? Sugar?” she called over her shoulder.
Tags! Takayama Words! 533 Notes! Lol embarrassed Sara... <3
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Post by takayama on May 8, 2011 22:59:47 GMT -5
Takayama's eyes narrowed as Sara rambled unaware of his ease dropping. Suddenly she stopped, and peeked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks were red. She asked him if he wanted cream or sugar, "Nether" he said giving her a concerned look. Any doubts he had that she was the wrong person for the job were now washed away. Takayama was slightly aware of her occultist background, details like that were hard to come by, unless you had the proper funding to dig into some one as private as Sara's past. Takayama was aware how carefully Sara was about hiding her past, he was sure that is wasn't any man made being that was murdering these innocent people, it had to be something demonic, something only a witch blade could conjure up. Takayama was not a superstitious person, with his scientific background it was hard for him to wrap his mind around the witch blade even existing. This is why he was so fascinated by it and the urge to study and unlock the secrets it contain was so valuable and important to him. Suddenly the doors to his office blew open, ripped off of their hinges, and man Takayama did not recognize stormed in!
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Post by Admin on May 8, 2011 23:00:16 GMT -5
Hawkins slammed through the two large oak doors ripping them apart as easily as it was for a person to tear a newspaper's page. Hawkins was in his fully armored form, he stormed into the office were a stern looking man sat behind a desk and what appeared to be his secretary was over at a table preparing coffee. In his current forum Hawkins must have been a sight, standing at least 6ft 3inches, his armor had a metallic finish, large blades extruded from his arms and fingers. A very intimidating sight, Hawkins easily made it through security the suit that was bonded to his body was unbelievable, it gave him super human strength and increased the power of all of his natural senses. If he focus he could see a person's heart beat through their chests. Hawkins was kid napped and turned into this beast, he wanted answers and everywhere he searched everything pointed to that stern looking man. A Mr Takayama former CEO of Douji Group one of the the most powerful men in Japan's weapons research fields. That is what Hawkins had figured, because of his military background he'd be perfect as some bastard scientist's ginnie pig! "Are you Reiji Takayama?!" Hawkins voice sounded some how robotic and metallic it boomed, rattling the room almost, this man would give him the answers he needed!
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Post by Sara Kosaka on May 8, 2011 23:20:41 GMT -5
A loud bang and the sound of cracking wood made Sara’s head jerk towards the door. ”W-what the hell?” she muttered, seeing the creature – robot? – come into the room. What was it? Her eyes went between it and her boss, as the thing angrily asked if her boss was Reiji Takayama. If this wasn’t so terrifying she would have laughed at the thing’s stupidity. The plaque by the door proclaimed it to be R. Takayama’s office, for goodness’s sake! Couldn’t the thing read? Sara flinched at the vibrations that its voice caused. Despite being afraid though she felt a strange sensation filling her; was it Bergo, the demon she had made a pact with? Was this his bloodlust that was calling to her now? Yes, that seemed like a reasonable conclusion since she had felt the same bloodlust before. Only this thing didn’t exactly look like it had blood so that was what confused her. Body shaking she ran with a speed she didn’t know she possessed to the area between her boss’s desk and the robot-thing. ”Take one more step, freak, and you’ll regret it!” She stood defensively, a knife held in her right hand, blade aimed so that it could easily slice open the delicate skin of her left arm. ”I may not like this guy very much but he’s still my employer. I won’t let you get near him,” she hissed, allowing the knife to come into contact with her skin. All she needed was twenty more seconds or less and she would be able to summon a demon to her side with her own blood. That was it. One bit of movement and she was going to cut herself.
Tags! Takayama Words! 283 Notes! Yay for occultists who specialize in blood magic~. XDD Jk, jk.
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Post by takayama on May 12, 2011 23:15:03 GMT -5
Takayama rose from his seat, he couldn't help but be startled by the sudden attack of this strange man. The man had the looks of a witch blade wielder, Takayama was only aware at one attempt to bond a clone blade with a male specimen, it ended rather quickly with the specimen not being able to really control the power in which they received from the blade. Takayama had not figured any of the escaped scientists from NSWF would dare try using such unstable and untested technology on another male human. Although here was living proof of their foolishness, the research must have taken a turn in a positive direction, this man was calm or as calm as one could be while welding the power of a blade, the man spoke clearly and seemed to understand his surroundings and those in it. This was completely unlike the other male blade user that Takayama encountered before, luckily for him Masane was able to kill the thing before it was too late.
Before Takayama had a chance to react, Sara darted in between himself and the mystery ultimate blade user, "Take one more step, freak, and you’ll regret it!” she continued "I may not like this guy very much but he’s still my employer. I won’t let you get near him." Takyama grinned, well at least she felt an obligation towards him even if it was entirely superficial. Then Sara did something unexpected she pressed a previously hidden knife to her wrist and gestured as if she would slice into her own arm. Takayama's eyes widened, because of his knew found secretary's ties with the occult he couldn't help but study up on the subject, and in some sects of black magic spilling one's own blood was a ritual of summoning protection among other sorts of demons and spirits. Unbelievable, Sara must of though the armored creature before her was a demon.
Takayama instinctively reacted, he quickly reached towards Sara's knife welding hand and stopped her gently wrapping his hand around her wrist. "Sara, no this is not necessary this man is no demon!" He shot the man a serious look "I am Takayama, what business do you have with me" he bellowed, as to hide the fact that he was clearly intimated by the ultimate blade. It was Sara's and the ultimate blade's next move, all Takayama knew for certain was they had to avoid conflict it would only feed the ultimate blade's power.
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