You know the thing about chaos? It's fair!

[Mogar]

It had been months, no sign of anything related to Antasija's disappearance. Too little evidence for this to be simply a traditional kidnapping or even something from below interfering without any sign. The first idea that had come to mind was someone from the old world having created the same technology. He managed to replicate it with Tikalese assistance, surely there had to be someone out there smarter than he who perhaps was able to do it solo.

 

None of that mattered though, The so called Imperium of Japan was a chaotic mix of Asian cultures blended with a perverted American culture and it was overwhelming to try to fully understand it to outsiders. Mogar felt like he was was Alice in Wonderland, on a long drug trip without any idea where the rabbit hole would end. He woke up in Tokyo again, though he couldn't remember how he got back there or even how long he had been gone, it didn't matter, he thought stretching in the bed, the wall coming to life with images from INC, evidently scientists were researching genetic engineering here as well, he laughed to himself as he lit a cigarette, which quickly fell from his mouth when he saw who their lead scientist was.

[Mogar]

"Oh Micheline, what are you doing in Tokyo?" he asked himself, picking up the cigarette before he started to burn down the Hotel he was staying at. "Surely it couldn't be the real her, but she is even doing exactly what her specialty was, I guess I'll have to investigate.." Getting dressed quickly, he made a few phone calls to some friends in low places. The problem with mega cities is all those skyscrapers create so many shadows, and within the shadows darkness can thrive. The Yakuza had expanded rapidly, ironically following a similar path to the Imperium,

 

Where the Triads once were dominant in east asia, The Imperium's annexation of the region allowed the Yakuza to remove any Triads who chose to stand against the new wave of organization and cooperation, with the Yakuza at the head of the table just as with the Imperium. The Kkangpae leadership was wiped out, but they were the first to fall in line, the Sindikatu remaining after the bombardment of Singapore also made the smart choice. currently the southern Manchuria groups in the more chaotic regions were a potential problem. Mogar did not care for the petty squabbles of the criminals, but they were useful in situations like what he was planning.

 

"Michi" was working for Biotechnica, one of the largest biotech corporations in the Imperium, it's main research labs were in Singapore, but she happened to be in Tokyo currently. The corporation had a small army of private military contractors working for it, which is why he actually required backup. Should he not be granted a meeting with her then he would force one.

[Mogar]

It was a variable united nations of criminal elements, the new Shinjikēto, (シンジケート), had its hand in all the usual things, now organized almost militantly throughout East Asia, there were several billion people in total in the region, and every single one of them was a potential customer, alongside the expansion of the Imperium, came the expansion of the types of narcotics available, synthesized drugs, with effects that felt like superpowers. The man who was Mogars connection in the group was wakagashira, a Captain in western culture, he controlled a decent portion of Tokyo, and while Mogar didn't like working with common thugs, he required the manpower.

 

They met in a parking garage a mile away from the Biotechnica office, most of them had come with Kabuki masks to hide their faces from surveillance, Mogar would be using local jamming to ensure there was no audio or visual recollection, and it was unlikely that anyone would be left alive in the building who saw his face. Swaggering into the lobby twenty minutes later, he asked for her at the front desk, and after being brushed off he simply nodded, Two armored vehicles being driven into the building's entrance, a large delivery van entered immediately afterwards, filled with a dozen Syndicate members quite high and ready to murder everything in sight. The small crowd of course screamed and began to ran, but a burst of automatic fire quickly brought everyone down to the ground and far less willing to move.

 

Unloading the van's package it was dragged to the main elevator lobby while Mogar skimmed through the computer, saying simply "89th." the elevator went racing up, the package's controller and monitor were placed upon the desk next to Mogar he watched, filled with slight amusement from the dosage of Sin he had taken. The familiar "ding!" coming back from the package, the dual chainguns unloaded upon a room with easily 20 guards standing with body armor and automatic rifles, burst firing upon anything moving movement in front of the weapon's cameras had ended. They fought valiantly, at least Mogar thought so, but it was difficult to cause harm to what was entirely metal designed exactly for such attacks in the first place. The lobby was kept clear, the still breathing hostages organized into a small group. and anyone stupid enough to come down the stairs or elevators would be added to the collection of hostages.

 

Elevator music played as he went up the third elevator, another two being sent up before him filled with the drugged up Syndicate members here to murder anyone in the place, he heard the symphony of gunfire as they reached the 89th floor, more than a dozen Syndicate members had died so far on this floor, the path to a secured door left bloody, The leader of the first group spoke rapidly in Japanese to their boss, the Syndicate contact Mogar was using. walking towards the door he knocked against it gently.

 

"Miss Leon, I can call you that, right? Miss Leon I have been searching for you all over, why don't you come out and lets talk?" he asked quietly, there was a commotion inside and then the sound of a single gunshot. "No, I think I'll stay in here, thank you." was her reply. He sighed "Have it your way, unless you plan on jumping we'll get in there eventually..." he said, trailing off and taking a few steps back, returning to around the corner and the elevators. "Blow the door, make sure you don't use too much or else you'll blow the whole damn building down." he said sighing, the sound of the elevator music was again overlain with the sound of an explosion shaking the entire building, they'd only have about 5 minutes now until the entire prefecture was swarming with cops.

 

Walking over the wreckage of the door that looked as though it belonged more upon a safe than a research lab he would find her hiding behind a desk, pointing her out and letting the thugs do the dirty work. She let off a few shots but after several Syndicate members deaths she ran out of bullets, throwing the gun at his feet she climbed out and spat upon the ground. "I don't know who you are, but anyone who needs this many thugs is a low life." He let his jaw drop in a feigned look of shock. "You may not know who I am, but I know an awful lot about you Micheline Leon." he said, lips turning into a slanted smile. "So you know my name, anyone can look me up." He paused, "Could they look up that you were born in South Africa, your brother died in Sierra Leone, no remaining living relatives, you like to dabble in the arcane on occasion, and if I told you vampires existed, you'd believe me."

 

Now it was Micheline who let her jaw drop. "H-How'd you know all that? none of that stuff if available online, most of my past has been hidden in fact." He shrugged, "I could continue to display my intimate knowledge of your life, or you could come with me and we can discuss your new position, working for me." she looked around, there was only seven Syndicate members left alive, most jittering and pacing, the narcotics leaving them unable to stand still. "I won't go anywhere with thugs, it's men like them who killed my brother."

 

He shrugged, grabbing her around the neck and placing his own machine pistol to her head "Have it your way I guess..." he muttered the gun turning away from her and aimed at the syndicate members all too busy waiting for him to shoot her to be able to react in time, five of them dropped within two seconds, the gentlemen running this operation dropping behind a desk, Mogar jumped over and gave him three slugs to the back of the head as his hand trembled with his cell phone, attempting to call for help, but far too slow. The last managed to get through the wreckage of the door before a single round, the last in his magazine in fact, entered the back of his skull, dropping him to the floor. walking past them disgusted. Normally he would have empathy for the dozens who died in the past ten minutes due to him, but he was quite jaded as of late. stepping over the corpses in the hall he made his way to the elevator, lighting a cigarette as he turned back and watched her lithe form walk amongst the corpses, selecting an MP5K from one of the syndicate members before she decided to join him.

 

"So there's gonna be at least a dozen more in the lobby, hope you're ready for some more war."

Edited August 29, 2014 by Mogar

[Mogar]

OOC: Music

[spoiler]

“When death reached out its hand,
you should have cowered. When you felt the 
flames of hell licking at your insides, you were not 
supposed to draw closer to the fire. 
I watched you disembowel the Earth, saw you pluck 
flowers from your mother’s garden and gouge
your fingers into its open wounds,
trying to pry secrets out from the soil. 
Everything green started to shrivel 
and die when I entered the meadow, but you didn’t 
flinch away; instead you kissed me voracious, 
like I was something dark you’d tugged 
out of reluctant soil. 
I wanted your hands, still caked in dirt, 
pressing into my naked back.
I thought you’d understand me. Both of us 
wanting what we shouldn’t. I know your mother 
must have warned you about gods like me. 
Tell her I am not a selfish lover. Tell her how 
I kneel at your altar and crush the berries
of your hips into wine. That I worship you. 
That we spread each other open like flowers 
blooming in the night. You wanted to see 
what paradise looked like drenched in moonlight, 
so I brought you home with me. 
When you stood before the gates of hell, 
all the beasts lowered their heads 
and bowed at your feet.
Everything I have belongs to 
you — my wife, my queen. 
You are so much flesh and blood, 
so much heaving, pulsing, breathing life. 
You make the death in me tremble.
I am forever yours.”

[/spoiler]

The elevator ride was quiet, it was rather pointless to have an intellectual conversation when there was so much to do. the elevator doors opened and one of the gangsters was smart enough to at least ask "Hey, where's the boss?" the question didn't do him much good, as he was the first to be shot, the sound of gunfire from the two of them in the elevator was overshadowed by the screams of the hostages, but just added to the symphony they were creating. Dropping down behind a create containing the numerous weapons needed for this operation, Mogar used the position to begin unloading into the men who were originally standing around but now took up positions behind the vehicles that had smashed into the lobby.

 

"We'll need to dispose of them all before we can leave!" he shouted while reloading, bullets flying inches over his head. Thankfully there was plenty of ammunition prepared for him in the create, fumbling his hand around he managed to grab a few, tossing one over to her before reloading. In one swift action he stood and turned towards them, stafing across 3 of them with bullets hitting each in the chest, face and neck, he dropped back down before the rest of them could return fire.

 

Micheline was the same Valkyrie she always was, taking far too much pleasure in the wholesale slaughter of them gangsters on her side of the lobby. Unlike Mogar she seemed to have no sympathy for the hostages if they got in the way, filling all who stood in front of her with lead. She laughed, a pure, hateful, bloodthirsty sound. She was his dream girl really, and although it had been what, years? decades? longer? since he last saw her, he was overcome with that lust from so long ago. She performed many experiments in The Cape, her research led to... almost everything really. He contemplated this storyline as he continued to jump up, kill several of them and then duck down again, constantly moving and using their own vehicles for cover. What a convulsed mess he had created, and the story wasn't even finished. 

 

This was a love square, with a mad scientist that moonlit as a bodyguard, a Succubi with a heart of gold, and a vampire who simply disappeared, he could never settle for just some normal girl could he? He shook his head laughing at the thought, the sounds of screams and gunfire had stopped, replaced with the sound of one of the mega cruisers car alarms and then the fire alarm as the vehicle caught fire. Only the sound of the elevator music within the lobby remained, with the distant sound of sirens.. He looked over the corpses he got into one of the Mega Cruisers, the engine still running, several of the windows now had obvious damage from the small caliber rounds they had been tossing around, he looked at his Valkyrie through the windshield and waved her to him, "We don't have all day you know, those sirens aren't going to be friendly." she smiled as she walked over and got into the passenger seat, "It's just been a long time since I was in combat, I have been focused on my research for years, so easy to forget the joys of bloodlust." she remarked, staring out the window distantly, perhaps reliving some other memory of mass murder.

 

He drove the truck out one of the massive holes they had created on the way in, managing to turn the corner as police did the same a block away. There was much to be done in Tokyo, and their plans were only getting started. pulling out his cell phone he dialed a number, let it ring twice, and felt the ground beneath the vehicle shake as the building they were just in began to crumble, five floors on either side of where he had retrieved her exploding out, showering the streets below with glass and steel. "What the $%&@ was that?" she asked, "Insurance," he said, "People don't often go searching for the dead." Though he had burned one syndicate contact, he had plenty of others, and they'd all be used to light the city ablaze to find what he was looking for.

Edited September 1, 2014 by Mogar

[Mogar]

[spoiler]

“She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is 
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with, 
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded 
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice.”

[/spoiler]
 
They made their way quickly to another garage, where a clean car was waiting. A Cherry red Nismo GTR GT3, while not exactly a car to blend into the traffic with, hiding in plain sight was usually the best scenario, and it wasn't the tacky blue that everyone had. He never got tired of seeing the car start up anyway.
[spoiler][/spoiler]
 
Mogar was amused at the reuniting, certainly a very fitting scene for such an event, and the Tokyo weather even obliged, giving them a thunderstorm while they drove around. Micheline was completely confused by all of this, but went along with it, Mogar explained some about himself and attempted to explain their previous relationship as they explored the city. "So, I know it's hard to believe, but that's the story." She looked at him and sighed, "Call me crazy, but there's no other way you could have known some of those things about me." he laughed as they finally parked, it was night by now, the rain still falling upon the cars roof as they sat in front of the hotel they'd be staying at for the evening. Mogar had further plans, they'd need to meet another Shinjikēto member, some driver to help them get yet another artifact. The Hotel was cheap and more importantly took cash and didn't ask questions.
[spoiler][/spoiler]
An hour later and Mogar was sitting upon the bed, watching a cartoon, Flying Girl Azami, it was certainly something interesting, almost propaganda like. Micheline was just getting out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her lithe form, she sat at the bottom of the bed drying her hair. "How do you like Japan anyway? better than the chaos of Africa I assume." she turned her head to look him in the eyes, a serious look upon her face,. "This... country is alien to me, it is as though they are a synthetic culture, not quite anything natural." He just shrugged, "it's certainly unique, their leader is an interesting character."  her eyes grew wide, "Y-You've met the Empress?" she asked, finding it hard to believe considering how she had a reputation for being highly reclusive.
 
"Only once, but it was a pleasant experience, I'll have to once more when we're all finished with our little mission we have to go on tomorrow." he said with a yawn, she learned forward and turned off the tv, "You don't get to sleep quite yet..." she said with a smirk, climbing back upon the bed with the towel falling off her, "I want to get to know you as well as you seem to know me."

Edited September 7, 2014 by Mogar

[Mogar]

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” -Marcus Aurelius

The dreams finally came back, proximity to one of the three always seemed to. this time it was just darkness, not a memory though, something unique. in the shadows a figure stood, the flash of an assault rifle the only source of light, with traces from an unknown source flying above, All he could do is sit there and watch as this harpy rained bullets upon enemies, he heard the sound of the bodies hitting the ground, the wet thud against concrete or rock. It seemed as though the fighting had continued for hours, but once the explosions finally stopped, a light came from behind her, he could only make out a shadow, the color red covering half her body, she turned to him and opened her mouth, and then, he awoke.
[spoiler][/spoiler]
 
He was startled awake, Micheline laying in his arms still sound asleep, he had been well practiced in waking up from the strange dreams that he didn't disturb her. This was a new one, a pentagram would be fitting considering half of the girls belonged in hell anyway. The short hair was an unfamiliar look, so it had to be a new girl, right? Besides, Tera wasn't really one for gun play. HE sighs slightly and tilted his head to look at the digital clock upon the window, still another 6 hours before they had to wake up, he had barely gotten an hour of sleep. he sat running his fingers through her hair for another 90 minutes before he managed to fall asleep again.
 
The next morning he awoke to the sound of a knock on the door, a bit surprised he jumped up, reaching around upon the bedside table for the gun he had left there the previous night, remembering clearly putting it there. She giggled and tossed it onto the bed where she slept, teasing "Looking for this? Relax, it's just breakfast." rolling the cart into the room, pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, sliced fruit, she ordered the works for two. They nomed in quiet for a while before she finally broke the silence with a question. "Surely you didn't fake my death simply to hide me away in a hotel and pig out on food, what is it you want out of me?"

 

It took him a moment to think of a reply, "What if that was my intention? I was thinking burgers next..." he trailed off for a moment before sticking out his tongue. "You have an expertise in a field I require, science is my forte, but if I recall correctly you were quite skilled in the more arcane." She nodded, "I do have those talents, but what exactly will I need to do?" he would roll his wrist, opening a hologram in the center of the room,

 

"Across the city, this lab has been built specifically for you, the ingredients required as well as the recipe you will need to follow is there, I estimate it will take you forty six hours to complete.In the mean time, I will be finding a driver for us and getting the final ingredient, simply follow the instructions that will be provided and I'll reward you handsomely, sound like something you can do? he asked her a bit too cheerfully. She shrugged, "Looks easily enough, I assume the scientists working for you don't dabble in the arcane?" He nodded, "That, and they tend to dislike working on less than ethical projects, it's nothing like Rapture unfortunately."

 

She wanted to ask about what the fuck he was talking about, but it was easier to just get started, she'd have plenty of time to ask questions of him later, and she was most intrigued by the information she had seen, this would certainly be one of the most advanced things she had ever tried. She'd depart within a few minutes after getting dressed, and he'd set out himself a few minutes later, out to find the perfect driver to help him make a clean escape for the second robbery he'd be committing in as many days.