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Post by Chaldea-san on Jan 3, 2016 4:12:09 GMT
It's a new year and Chaldea needs to renegotiate it's funding.
Almost all world powers support the organization in some way, but they each contribute different things to the effort.
Because the higher-ups were deployed en-mass for this diplomatic effort, some of the Agents were sent as auxiliary security.
Chaldea requires immense amounts of money to function, and the hidden nature of it's mission makes funding complicated. Those in charge of the budget have been negotiating with all sorts, including several "background" billionaires who possess both the assets and the anonymity to be able to supply the necessary sum. A large gathering is now being held at one of the many towers that dot the city, and it contains everyone from nation-representatives to oil tycoons. It's currently on recess after a few hours of multilingual shouting matches. You should use the time wisely before heading back into standing guard duty. |
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Post by Oda Nobunaga on Jan 7, 2016 1:02:30 GMT
What was going through the mind of the man named Yoshida Silvers when he gave the okay for his guards was a mystery to Nobunaga. She herself was not a terrible choice, per se; being dressed as what some summed up as "a demon nazi overlord" certainly had its advantages for intimidating others, despite her height. Being armed with a katana on one side and a rifle on the other did not hurt either. Combine that with her capabilities against the standard fare, and it was easy to see why she would be brought along for this sort of mission. There were better choices for this kind of work, but perhaps because she was an Archer her skills worked well here.
The real question came when her 'partner' was noted. A pink haired woman who, while dressed well, was definitely not cut out for this kind of work. From the first five minutes she had an almost incessant bounce to her, fidgeting uncomfortably. She wanted to move, and it did not take long for her to do so either. She would roam the immediate area, but given how much she stood out, others were quick to ask what she was doing. Then she would give some kind of retort to cover herself and move back to her post. This cycle repeated itself more than a few times over the course of the initial hours of debate.
Eventually, the large doors to the conference room swing open and all those inside began to pour out. Their proxy Master informed them that it was "recess" and they had some free time before they were to resume guard duty. That was all they were given before he left, likely assuming they would not go very far. Nobunaga did not bother mentioning that as an Archer, she could go quite a ways away from him without much concern. As well, the other girl could likely leave without concern since this was not a battle zone and direct support was not necessary.
"Come, pink haired woman! Let us seize the day!" Nobunaga boldly declared as her rifle and katana dissipated into the air. Not exactly good things to carry around in a public setting. Though, giving a moment of thought to the rest of her attire, she decided to dissipate her hat and cape to make getting around easier. And with that, she began making her way to the nearest elevator. |
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Post by La Maupin on Jan 11, 2016 20:59:53 GMT
Julie nearly cried with joy when the recess was called. She had been seconds from pitching herself out a window. As a servant she’d certainly have survived it, after all, and when there was so little to do she began to wonder whether or not surviving such a thing would be fun. She was, by her own admission, not cut out for guard duty. There was too much to do in cities like this. Wherever you looked there was something new and exciting and yet here they were, trapped in a tiny conference room with people she couldn’t have cared less about.
Well, no, that wasn’t entirely right. She liked the Archer. She knew so few Japanese people that she seemed fresh and unique. Moreso than the master, at least. He wasn’t terrible looking, but this brief glance into his lifestyle had proved underwhelming. And so, when Archer began toward the elevator, Julie followed close behind. Once they were inside she grabbed her companion by the shoulders so as to look her directly in the eyes as she spoke.
“Delightful Oriental Woman, I must confess – I took this mission with ulterior motives. I have a mission of my own.” She said.
“Shortly after my death my opera house was overtaken by a costumed fiend that then proceeded to make a mockery of life’s work. He used the stage as a means to woo some bird-brained little girl with his mediocre voice. Four notes in his whole range, I swear. And now, in this modern day, they’ve written a musical about him!”
She paused, cursing under her breath. Just the thought of it infuriated her. To think – that was the sort of celebrity that these modern people valued. Frilly, untalented, obsessive…foolishness!
“I must right this wrong.” She continued.
“I must destroy the Phantom of the Opera.”
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Post by Oda Nobunaga on Jan 13, 2016 0:59:55 GMT
The shoulder touching almost caused Nobunaga to violently teach this woman manners, but the nickname "Delightful Oriental Woman" was enough to quell her temper for the moment. At least, long enough to hear her story. The pink woman certainly was dedicated to her craft and her cause, that much was obvious. At the name drop of "Phantom of the Opera", a bit of information seeped into her consciousness. A dramatic, crazed man who sought the love of his life and became a sensation on the stage. She sought to overthrow that, feeling it an insult to her craft. And it certainly was popular in today's time...
It seemed it was time for a musical revolution. A confident grin grew on her face at the thought of how they'd spend this day. A little known fact was Nobunaga's own appreciation for the arts, and her skills in the art of dance.
"Very well! Your devotion has been noted, and I will lead our war charge against your foe!" her voice boomed in the confines of the elevator, rematerializing her cape and hat. She had to wear her full war attire, after all! A small ding followed as the elevator reached the bottom floor and Nobunaga dramatically twirled to face the open door way. She stepped just outside of the elevator before tossing something back in the pink one's direction. It was a small pair of rice straw sandals, seemingly ordinary sandals.
"For today, pink haired woman, you shall be my sandal bearer! Be honored, the last to hold this spot became a great general!" without so much as turning to see how Julie reacted, the warlord declared as she marched to the large glass doors marking the front door to the tower. Many men and women in business attire stared on with confusion at the duo making their way through the central lobby Strange attire and strange words made them a sight, but given some of the things that transpired in New York City, it wasn't met with nearly as much confusion as would normally be had. The Demon King paid no mind to the gazes though, boldly moving forward to begin their conquest of opera. |
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Post by La Maupin on Jan 24, 2016 3:02:19 GMT
Ah yes. Julie could see Delightful Oriental Woman’s wheels turning, and as her mouth turned up into a grin, their journey began in earnest. She clapped, smiling from ear to ear at the prospect of this truly righteous mission of theirs. And then, just as they were about to embark, she was presented with…
Sandals. How bizarre. Could this be a token of Asian companionship, she wondered? But no. White Indian had never given her sandals, and they were certainly friends whether he wanted them to be or not. But then, he was a different flavor of Asian. It was possible that Japan was the land of sandals, and India was the land of…well, nothing. Poverty. Satisfied with that logic, she skipped out of the elevator.
“First, we secure our venue.” She insisted, despite the fact that Delightful Oriental Woman (Or, DOW, for simplicity) had already requested to take the lead. That was fine. Admirable, even, as she did enjoy pretty ladies with borderline domineering personalities as long as they weren’t legitimately insane. She was the thespian, though, and so naturally she knew how they ought to handle matters relating to the theater. That wasn’t so much leading as it was common sense.
“And then I must have the script. I will rewrite it, and make it appropriate, and then we will learn it. The actors that please me can stay, I suppose.”
Unless they could find a way to do this with two people. It was an interesting thought, though she was admittedly very excited by the idea of seducing the Phantom’s love – something that the man himself never even managed to do. That would, without a doubt, have him rolling in his grave.
“Then there’s sets, and costuming and…do you sing at all, Delightful Oriental Woman? You’ll need to.”
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