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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 27, 2012 5:30:22 GMT
Kakeru chuckled, his eyes flashing crimson, though they were slightly blocked by his hair at the time. "Oh really now? Well, I can supply all of that, but what do I get in this deal? In my line of work, nothing comes free." And out came Kakeru's old habit, the mercenary's pride. He never meant money, but rather favors, tools, supplies, things he couldn't readily acquire himself. He was a hard bargainer, for sure. He flicked his wrist, a black card with an image of a dragon appearing from his sleeve, and ending up in his hand. "I'm guessing you meant this?"
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Post by The Jetmen on Feb 27, 2012 5:48:45 GMT
"Tch, I would expect nothing less from a gambler." Takeda said, finishing his order and getting seconds. "Listen, I asked nothing from you, you did that yourself. I have the proof that I'm a man, and my word....and I don't break either of them for anyone. So if you're wanting material goods from me, you're going to be disappointed. But if you're looking for an ally...now that's something I'm able to consider. A ...great man once told me that I would meet one like unto him. He was a Kamen Rider...and I sensed that in you."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 27, 2012 6:01:28 GMT
Kakeru chuckled, twirling his spoon in his fingers. "Now why would I ask a man who effectively just came into existence in this world for material possessions? No, an ally is more than enough of a payment. Besides, the food is in fact my treat, I just meant that there's a toll for knowledge of my power. I've got enemies everywhere, and I can't have them knowing what I'm capable of. But you, I feel I can trust. I'd prefer to have you as an ally, no, a friend, rather than an enemy."
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Post by The Jetmen on Feb 27, 2012 22:35:54 GMT
"Then an ally...you will have." Takeda said, finishing his second plate in short order. His tribal markings appeared, in the same fashion that Kakeru's eyes flashed, being very ornate in design. He reached under the hem of his left t-shirt, taking out a small wrist mounted device.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 27, 2012 23:50:42 GMT
Kakeru's gaze lightened, his body relaxing from it's tense state, as his eye shifted from red to white. "That would explain the scent I got from you. A half-Fangire. Intriguing." Azo said, his voice plainly different from Kakeru's. It had been a while, but he'd decided to speak through Kakeru, rather than appear separately, so as not to cause a stir.
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Post by The Jetmen on Feb 28, 2012 0:19:52 GMT
"So you're one of the four presences that hang over him like shadows." Takeda said plainly. "I guess you're aware of what I desire? Be careful in your answer, this power might shock you."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 28, 2012 2:19:33 GMT
Azo chuckled. This one was definitely interesting. Not only could he sense all four of them, but he actually had the guts to challenge them. "Bahahah, lookit you. A real tough guy. But you're not bad, nah. You got moxie, and I can respect that."
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Post by The Jetmen on Feb 28, 2012 4:15:02 GMT
"A tough guy who can back it up, of course. Let me see that device." Takeda said simply. "Unless Kakeru would prefer to do it away from the women."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 28, 2012 4:41:14 GMT
Azo sighed, as Kakeru's eyes flashed back to crimson, as Kakeru spoke up. "Heh, you'd be correct there. I'd rather our business be done elsewhere. I know of a nearby facility that should fit properly. It's a long walk, so I could give you a ride, if you'd prefer." He chuckled, the card still in his hand vanishing.
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Post by The Jetmen on Feb 28, 2012 5:25:50 GMT
"Considering that I have very little in the way of material possessions, A ride would be best." Takeda said, his strength mostly returned now from the great food.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 28, 2012 13:38:03 GMT
Kakeru chuckled, standing quietly. "Well then, my bike is outside. Meet me in front of the door in five minutes. No sooner." He said plainly, walking to leave, and waving to the aid who served him, and the owner of the cafe, a friend of his.
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Post by The Jetmen on Feb 28, 2012 14:27:30 GMT
Takeda nodded, finishing his food and drink, and giving the maid a kiss on the hand as he followed Kakeru out the door, having no reason to remain.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Feb 28, 2012 14:31:48 GMT
Kakeru turned around quickly, pointing directly at Takeda, and making a loud buzzer noise. "Eeeeh, no! Five minutes. In. Here. Must I get Mika-chama to restrain you?" He chuckled, pointing to the owner, no taller than 5'3", but with an authoritative air to her.
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Post by The Jetmen on Mar 1, 2012 13:45:04 GMT
Takeda grinned a bit, "Maybe I want to be restrained by her." he said. "Don't take forever about it, gambler." he added, just to make his point as he went back inside.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Mar 1, 2012 15:29:21 GMT
Kakeru chuckled, walking outside. Making damn sure he was out of earshot of the cafe, he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing a number, before putting the phone up to his head. "Oi, Yuhiro. The warehouse is free today, yeah? Cool, I'm gonna need it. Oh, and make sure the audio filter is working. Don't want any noise leaking out and getting people worked up." His voice was clear, his use of Japanese blatantly apparent, but his tone was different from before. He spoke in a thick Osaka accent, something he only did for important business matters, to make himself seem less worth hearing. He had something planned, to be sure. Whistling a few times as he walked back to the cafe, Lady Luck pulled in front of the door, Kakeru grabbing his helmet, and walking back in. "Alright, get ready to go. Mika-chama, I'm gonna need the #4 spare helmet, if you'd please. The black one. Thanks." The owner smiled, responding with a cheery "Alrighty hon, be ri~ight back" before skipping off to the back room.
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