Future Ally or Enemy? [O]

[Izanagi Yamato]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;][style=float:left; border-radius:100%; height:100px; width:100px;][/style][style=background-color:#fff; color:#222; line-height:3px; letter-spacing:-3px; font-weight:bold; font-family:helvetica; font-size:23px; text-align:right;]YOU CAN TEAR AWAY MY FLESH[/style][style=background-color:#eee; text-align:left; font-family:courier new; text-transform:lowercase; padding:2px; font-size:10px; color:#000;]i'll breathe like there's a halo around my neck![/style][style=height:300px; padding:10px; overflow:auto; color:#000; font-family:tahoma; font-size:10px; text-align:justify;] Rather then attending a meeting of the Lupo Family, Izanagi Yamato had arrived semi-classy restaurant which happen to be filled with other gangs. The samurai walked through the doors and immediately, the room with silent. People started eyeing the young man as he walked through the room. Izanagi could here the whispers about the rumors of him joining the Lupo Family. Pausing for a second, he turned and looked at them with his cold blooded stare, causing some people become worried for their lives and stopped the whispers. Smirking, the samurai went towards a table. Removing his nodachi's sheath from around his belt, he placed the blade on the edge of his table where he had a clear view of his weapon. Following this, he pulled out his chair and sat down. Izanagi folded his arms, waiting for a menu. A well dressed waiter arrived towards his table with a bottle of red wine and Izanagi's menu. Placing both on the table, the man bowed and walked away from the marine after stating he would return in five. With his general coat gently resting against his coat, the man reached for the menu and began browsing through their main course then desserts. However nothing peeped his interest right off the back. Finally something catch his eye however, he didn't wish to order till his date arrived. Beneath his hard and rugged look, the marine was nervous. It had been quiet sometime since he been on a date, seeing how he was a man of battle and reading then a chick magnet or humping. Putting the menu down, the waiter appeared. Izanagi told him to give him another five minutes to look through but to come back with two wine glasses. The waiter did ask he was told, returning with fancy glasses. Removing the cap of the bottle, he poured the red wine into his glasses, filling it up half way. The warrior took a small sip of the wine. However, Izanagi had been here for ten minutes before deciding to leave. He figured he had been stood up. Removing his wallet, he placed the required amount on the table along with a tip. Placing his wallet back within his pocket, he stood then reached for nodachi. Before Izanagi could leave in peace, a large muscular man placed his giant monkey hands on Izanagi's shoulder. His crystal blue eyes eyed the hand followed by the man whom they belong too. "Please remove your hand. I'm in a rather bad mood and I don't wish to cause trouble." Izanagi stated calm but cold as ice. His left hand quickly rested itself on the hilt of his nodachi, prepared to slice this thug's arm in two. But then a deep voice told the man to remove his hand for Izanagi and the man did just that. With this situation turning south, it was time for the young man to make haste. Having left the bar and no longer having any plans for the night, Izanagi was left with strolling the streets till he found a bar. [/style]

[style=font-size:8px;]made by river! of BV and OTE[/style]

[Nox Alas]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][STYLE=font: 20pt georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111; color: #A1A1A1; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-bottom: -8px; margin-left: 10px;]YOUR LIFE IS,[/style][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #132626, 1px 1px 0px #132626, -1px 0px 0px #132626, 0px 1px 0px #132626, -1px 1px 0px #132626, 0px -1px 0px #132626; color: #eee; text-align: center; margin-left: 50px; text-transform: lowercase;]A COIN IN THE AIR, IT’LL COME DOWN SOMEWHERE [/style]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://i1085.photobucket.com/albums/j432/o0XXDIABOLIKAXX0o/gen_bimage.jpg'); width: 400px; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background: url(http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab268/cliff1572/noctis_icon__version_2_by_yrpt-d31scgd.png); border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #E8DACF; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] Nox looked up at the stars, having been outside for most of the night. He was out on a stroll through downtown and found nothing of interest, yet. Going to bars and ordering coffee was getting irritating and not having anyone to really hang out with was equally as irritating. Sometimes Nox dreamed of being normal. Being just like everyone else. Then he realized how dreadfully boring that would be and stopped dreaming of that. There didn’t seem to be anyone out that night, sadly. No one interesting at least. Maybe he could go visit Luce, but he wasn’t sure if she was working or not. And he’d hate for it to seem like he wanted to date her or anything like that. Sure, she was beautiful and all, but Nox had far too much on his mind. Maybe there was something to do at that restaurant. The one for mafiosos. That idea was pushing it, as that place was typically just a breeding ground for the exact people Nox hated with a passion. People who abuse power. Might as well take a look. Nox passed the window and peeked in, seeing one much smaller male being held by a larger one. It seemed as if the smaller one was a swordsman of some sorts as well. A modern day “samurai”, judging from his sword of choice. Strangely enough, the smaller male was let go and he left. Apparently the gorilla was called off. Next, he watched as the smaller male left and decided, why not tail him…. To a bar. Fantastic. Nox sighed softly to himself before entering and walking up to the counter. Have any tea? The male asked with a soft smile as he took a stool, then gestured over towards the male he had tailed. And one of whatever he wants. Seems like he’s had a rough night. [/style][STYLE= background-color: #111; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; color: #eee; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]words: 312 . tags: Col . notes: Kinda blah .[/style][/style]

[STYLE= font: 7pt courier; text-align: center;]made by prism[/style]

[Kanashi Fugime]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: f0f0f0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #F100D1; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 300+ words TAGS: everybody NOTES: sorry it took a bit to post CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #F100D1;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]Having wrapped up a successful photo shoot, Kanashi had found herself without much to do. The bills were paid, the shoot was over after a few weeks of putting things together, and she was just now being paid for her talent and renewing her contract. Sitting at her table, in the distant corner of the bar, she was discussing business with her agent. She was able to see the entrances and exits perfectly from her table and would watch as people enter and exit the facility. Many going out with smiles, and many entering with high expectations. "Just sign here & we're done." The man would slide a paper from his side to Kana's side of the circular table. She would avert her eyes from the door, and return them to the paper in front of her. "Pen." She said calmly with a bit of a relieved tone. "Of course." Her agent quickly placed a pen into her hand. "Aren't you glad your final shoot is over?" He joked. "Hmph." She gave a slight grin, barely able to be considered a smirk to most. "Im just ready to rest up and get back to my personal business." She informed him, placing her signature on the dashed line. "Well, when you're ready to get started, we'll be waiting. That is if you decide to return. Anyway, your money should be in your account in about ten minutes." He told her, collecting the paper and pen. "If?" She questioned. "Of course I will. I'd never bite the hand that fed me." She reassured him. "Though it may not be for a while, I will return." The man would smile, packing the paper and pen into his briefcase. "I shall be taking my leave. Tonight's on the company, dont be afraid to spend a little on yourself, you deserve it." He left briefly. "Of course I do." She flipped both sides of her hair outward. Just as her agent left, Kanashi would notice an interesting man step through the doors of this bar. "Not bad." She judged his looks, which she often did on nights like this. "Wait a minute." She noticed a familiar face enter behind him. "Boss?" She mumbled, picking up a menu and putting up, in front of her face. "I hope her doesnt notice me." She whispered to himself. Placing her eyes above the menu to take a peak, she would see him chatting with the man that entered just before he did. "A friend of the Shimon?" She thought to herself, not having met him before. The man didnt even look familiar, so that possibility was crossed out. "I'll just keep watching." Her mental notes wrapped up as she pulled out some small accessories from her black, floral printed hand bag. Putting on some thick framed black glasses, soft pink lip stick, and pulling her hair back into a pony tail, Kanashi would transform into a different woman. This way, no one would recognize who she was and remember her from this night. Taking a sip from the small cup of tea she had ordered just before her agent arrived, she continued to glance over at Nox and the stranger he was conversing with. "Entertain me." She began spying. [/style]

[Soran Lang]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]382 WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] It had been a surprisingly quiet evening, not much happening in the town and seemed like most of the families were behaving themselves…how damn boring. Left to his own devices, Sora had wondered the streets looking for anything to catch his attention during his supposed downtime. Unfortunately this predominantly student town was far too boring for him. So he had decided to go visit the local mafia hangouts of the city hoping to find something interesting to do for the evening, and there really are only a few things that interested this man. Having found a local bar he had entered and sat at the bar counter, ordering plain water for now. The surprised looks from the other customers at the bar were instantly ignored by him, they weren’t of any concern to him. Observing the bar discreetly for about ten minutes or so, a surprising scene caught his attention. A slender man carrying a nodachi was trying to leave the bar but his exit was being prevented by a much larger male. The larger fellow was eventually told to stand down due to his boss, but what really caught Sora’s eyes was the look in that slender man’s eyes, a familiar sight indeed. Putting the empty glass on the counter, the darkly dressed jailor proceeded to follow the long-haired swordsman, casually leaving the bar and walking a distance behind him. This man really seemed interesting and apparently he wasn’t the only one who thought that. It seemed another’s interest had been caught by the samurai, and by the looks of it, it was the Shimon Boss himself. What a lucky night, a pleasant smile creeping on Sora’s face. What a pleasant night indeed. Walking behind both men, he followed them into yet another bar, though this time it seem a bit more relaxed than the last. That wouldn’t last long, Sora thought to himself. Taking a stool beside the samurai and on the opposite side of the Shimon boy, Sora just simply asked for water yet again. He wouldn't have time to drink anything else anyway given his logic. Eyeing the long-haired male beside him for about five minutes, he eventually shot a polite smile to both men beside him. ”Those were nice eyes you showed me back there. Think you could show them to me again, Samurai?” [/style]

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[Izanagi Yamato]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;][style=float:left; border-radius:100%; height:100px; width:100px;][/style][style=background-color:#fff; color:#222; line-height:3px; letter-spacing:-3px; font-weight:bold; font-family:helvetica; font-size:23px; text-align:right;]YOU CAN TEAR AWAY MY FLESH[/style][style=background-color:#eee; text-align:left; font-family:courier new; text-transform:lowercase; padding:2px; font-size:10px; color:#000;]i'll breathe like there's a halo around my neck![/style][style=height:300px; padding:10px; overflow:auto; color:#000; font-family:tahoma; font-size:10px; text-align:justify;] Quickly, Izanagi managed to find a bar however upon his way, something felt off. As if someone was following him but maybe he was just being a worry bug. Following a man dressed in black to the counter, however he peacefully waited for his turn. Surprisingly, the man was kind enough to willing pay for Izanagi's drink, believing Izanagi indeed had a rough night. "I'll take some beer, please. Thank you sir. Name is Izanagi, your's?" Izanagi stated kindly after bowing before the man thanking him for his kind gesture. Before an answer or question was made from both sides, another gentleman appeared behind the two. The man appeared quiet odd to Izanagi, as he was only eyeing him then shot a polite smile followed by the creeper statement about Izanagi's eyes. Confused about the question, the samurai didn't have a logical answer and simply didn't wish to answer it. "Who are you, make I ask?" He asked calmly, keeping his cool in this awkward situation. NOTES: Sorry, crappy post. [/style]

[style=font-size:8px;]made by river! of BV and OTE[/style]

[Nox Alas]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][STYLE=font: 20pt georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111; color: #A1A1A1; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 30px; margin-bottom: -8px; margin-left: 10px;]YOUR LIFE IS,[/style][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #132626, 1px 1px 0px #132626, -1px 0px 0px #132626, 0px 1px 0px #132626, -1px 1px 0px #132626, 0px -1px 0px #132626; color: #eee; text-align: center; margin-left: 50px; text-transform: lowercase;]A COIN IN THE AIR, IT’LL COME DOWN SOMEWHERE [/style]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://i1085.photobucket.com/albums/j432/o0XXDIABOLIKAXX0o/gen_bimage.jpg'); width: 400px; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background: url(http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab268/cliff1572/noctis_icon__version_2_by_yrpt-d31scgd.png); border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #E8DACF; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] Nox smiled softly at the long haired male whom he ordered a drink for. The guy, while looking standoffish, had manners. That meant a lot to Nox. Manners were important. The guy, Izanagi as he called himself, could have just taken the drink and told Nox to sod off, but he thanked him instead and even bowed. Must have been a real bad night. Something, and someone, strange interrupted the two before Nox could even say his name in reply. A creepy looking guy next to Izanagi asked about his eyes. One of two things… Either he’s got a thing for Izanagi, or he’s just creepy. Nox thought to himself as he caught a glimpse of the guy. He’d seen that face somewhere before. It was from a report he got one time. What was this guy though and why did his name seem to stick in Nox’s mind? It was something Nox told himself to remember too, which bothered him. Something important…. That’s it! That man was a Vindice Jailer. His name escaped him, but what he was stuck with Nox. Things could become messy now. Izanagi had the right response to the Jailer’s question though, if only he knew who this man was. Nox smiled to himself a bit when he felt his teacup hit the counter. He probably wasn’t going to get to enjoy this drink either. The darkly dressed man sighed to himself and sipped his drink a bit, his free hand was in his pocket though, grasping his box. Just in case. His eyes scanned the room, finding little else interesting. There was a girl peaking over a menu, who looked familiar, but was probably just some girl who had a “love at first sight” experience for Nox. If only he knew. [/style][STYLE= background-color: #111; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; color: #eee; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]words: 297 . tags: errbody . notes: Blah . [/style][/style]

[STYLE= font: 7pt courier; text-align: center;]made by prism[/style]

[Kanashi Fugime]

[rs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpaing,4,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 100px; background-color: f0f0f0; padding: 5px; border: 5px solid #F100D1; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-top: -4px;][/style][style=width: 100px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: Terminal; font-size: 7px; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase;]WORDS: 300+ words TAGS: everybody NOTES: sorry it took a bit to post CODED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, width: 250px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; border-left: 10px solid #F100D1;][style=font-family: Arial; margin-top: -4px; font-size: 10px;]"Hm." Kanashi would continue peeking over the menu, looking at the boss and other man. Her thoughts would race through her mind, as she wondered what that man is to Nox. Maybe a secret lover or a long lost friend. Both equal possibilities. Either way, she would have to continue watching. From her positioning, the guys would seem to have rather unreadable emotions and body language. "At least they're getting along." She said aloud, with a volume for only her ears to hear. Suddenly, not too long after they had entered and headed over to the bar, another man would follow their path in the same direction, coming behind the two. "Someone's lookin' for trouble." She would stare intensely at the man, as he approached the boss & company from behind. "Hmph." She made a small grunt, watching the new comer's actions. Not seeing any fist flying after she assumed words were exchanged, Kanashi would take another sip of her tea. "I guess we're safe." She would take a small sigh of relief. It was a slight reliever that she wouldn't have to witness any beating up for now, though at the same time the calm night ould remain peaceful and boring for her. Continuing her sips from the lukewarm tea, Kanashi would continue to look over the menu until her eyesight crashed into her boss's. "Dammit." She muttered, burying herself back into the menu. "Look away Nox." She would continue looking above the menu. "What else is gonna happen?" She waited patiently, finally finishing the cup of tea. [/style]