What are you buying? What are you selling?

[Guest]

"Oh for the love of.... Did it sound like I fucking stuttered ya sack of shit?! MONDAY. Now, if I don't see that shipment MONDAY, I'm going to cut your dick off, grind it up, and feed it to your kids. You got that shithead?" Takatori snapped into his cellphone as his limousine pulled up in front of his grand home. Ahhh.... it was nice to be back in a place that wasn't freezing and covered in snow. Though the smell of blood, charred bodies, and smoke was something he missed. It was only Sunday though. A lot of things could change in the course of an evening into morning. "Y-yes sir. I-I-I'll be sure to relay that to--" "Thats right you fucking better." And with that, he hung up, flicking the phone closed with a resounding snap as his footsteps clicked softly against the floor. He was greeted per usual by his various employee's, smirking to himself as he could see the looks they exchanged. Sissies. The lot of them. He couldn't really blame them though, he was a rather terrifying man. HAH!

"Welcome back sir. You have a total of 43 messages, 12 packages that all passed the scans, 3 new prisoners, 8 more dossier's, and 2 mission reports waiting for you."

His hand had come whirling about as the woman had come up behind him and towards his side, stopping just before he had reached her pretty little face. She was clearly startled and quite concerned, staring at him with wide green eyes as she held the clipboard to her chest. Pretty girl... Had he fucked her yet? Meh. Probably. "Suzanne, was it? Don't ever come up behind me. Or next time you won't be so lucky. Feel fuckin' honored." He muttered as he pulled a cigarette out and lit it up, the hand right by her face moving away a bit before his index finger poked the tip of her cute nose lightly, chuckling as his booted feet carried him away. The long coat he always wore fluttered out behind him as the cigarette smoked trailed after, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Two mission reports eh? Good. Probably was Simmons and Vinrouge right? Good good good. Shit getting done, thats what he liked to see!

Making his way down down into the realm of his chaos-I mean office, Takatori hummed lightly to himself while smoking his fag, striding quite happily to his office. Was it going to be piled high with paperwork? It better not. He paid bitches to make sure it didn't after all. He kind of had a war to instigate. Hehehe.... He still felt a faint rush every time he thought of the two little foxes he had found, a wicked gleam passing across his single grey eye. Ohhhhh Elastor... Elastor, Elastor, Elastor... He better make another payment soon or else he'd have to take something else from him. Maybe that pretty little white rabbit of his. Fucking alchemy. The grin was suddenly replaced by a look of disgust as the door slid open to his office, leaving it open since he fully expected Patience and the Doc to drop by. He doubted they needed to be told that Daddy Dearest was back home and expecting his reports! Taking one last, deep draw upon the cancer stick, he put it out in the ashtray and flopped down in his chair, glancing over to the screen with the two brats upon them. Aw hell....Least he didn't have to hear them whine and scream for a while. That was SOOOOoooo delightful... Oh well, back to work...

Picking up the phone, he sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, pressing a button as the messages began to roll. Propping his feet up on the wooden desk, the big boss man sat there quite boredly now that explosions weren't rocking the ground and flames didn't heat his face, a hand resting up against his cheek with his elbow pressing into the arm of the chair. What a fucking day this was going to be... He could just tell....

[Guest]

Simmons, defined to be a prop to an environment, seen as a part of it and barely defined as he was despite the attention-getting white he tends to wear as a part of his attire. Like a gloom of white behind the black stag of death and the harbinger of war. Also called Takatori, or Bossman. But NEVER Taka, last man that nicknamed him that oddly seems to be missing a jaw. Yes... oddness indeed. To have been inside the room all along like a ghost without notice. A habit he indulges in habitually, to appear out of nowhere. Must be that Ratman comic he read, where Ratman appears out of nowhere before Commissioner Mordin of Botham city.

He took his time flipping through the pages of the obituary, glancing at each of the dead, cited to have mysteriously succumbed to death, known to be as the White Phenomenon. That there was no trauma, no signs of struggle, poisoning, only the common place modus operandi of cardiac arrest. Without a trace left, all dead. But despite such a section, Simmons merely skipped over his work to read over the whole Drachman business his boss was said to be involved in. His optics view the large figure on the chair, the back facing the Doctor.

"The job's done, boss." The good doctor made his presence apparent with a simple throw of the obituary papers to the chaotic man's desk, stepping to his leader's right, indulging in Suzanne's habit of appearing from behind and without notice, "All dead, no traces, and in broad daylight for everyone to see. Mission accomplished."

He quietly kept to himself for the while standing, allowing the one taking a drag of the fag a chance to look upon all the named victims as it goes on the obituary. Apathetically looking down at the paper with those emotionless eyes of his, lacking any color or vibrancy like his boss's, but neither is it cunningly stoic like Vinrouge's, whom is questionable, but a chance from the typical staff. She intrigued Simmons on just what she wants exactly. A puzzle so to say in human form made manifest.

"So then, why did I join Men in White again? And how did I do it?" Simmons thought, strange, it was a detail that was murky and vague in his memories, but to be left to himself for the most part.

[Patience Vinrouge]

The water turned off and a lithe woman stepped from the stone-walled shower. Shaking the extra water droplets from her hair she coolly wrapped a towel around herself. Going over to the other side of her massive bathroom, she pulled out her hair dryer. She took her hair brush and slowly began to dry her hair, ethereal blue eyes gazing into the mirror as she did so. Once her hair was dry she let the towel fall from her naked form. She slowly applied lotion onto her skin, as well as a few dabs of perfume in select areas. Moving unclothed to her closet, she carefully slipped on a black lacy thong, leaving herself braless. She pulled a dress from her closet and with a satisfied smile, stepped into it. She zipped up the side, looking in the full length mirror. The front plunged into a deep V with thin straps coming over her shoulders and criss-crossing down her back to the small of her back. The bottom of the dress was cut at a sharp angle, beginning at mid-thigh and ending just below the knee. She bent down, pulling a pair of heels from her shoe rack. Moving back into the bathroom she slipped one shoe on, allowing the Grecian style laces to criss-cross up her leg until it touched the knee. She then did it to her other foot before standing on the 3-inch heels. She then gently placed two diamond studs in each of her ears. Then it was time for the rings. Rubies on her right ring finger and middle left finger and on her right pinky, a silver poison ring. Looking at herself in the mirror she allowed herself a ghost of a smile. Tonight was a night to look fabulous. After all, it had been a fabulously fortunate series of events that had led her to feeling this... delicious. She touched up her hair with her straightener before bringing it together in a chignon. She applied minimal makeup, mostly just eyeliner, smokey eyeshadow and the smallest hint of red lipstick. Finally, another once over in the full-length mirror. Perfect. Moving out to her living room she saw her purse lying on the table waiting for her, a small stack of files next to it. Those papers were the reason she was in such a good mood. Nothing gave her more pleasure than-... well, that wasn't exactly true. Only one thing gave her more pleasure than what she had done to get that information. As she buzzed down to the doorman to have him order her a car, she remembered, shivering in delight.

~Four Days Ago~
It had been a matter of careful planning, sending out a few goons to scout the specialty bookstore. Scouting wasn't exactly her thing. As they watched the shop, she did her own bit of research. She read extensively through the files given to her by Takatori, as well as reading up on a few antique books she would be looking for. Not that those damned bastards knew anything about the front they were using. But she needed to appear genuine in order for everything to go according to plan. Takatori had just left this morning for Drachma and she fully intended to have this done before he returned. She set in her own office late in the afternoon as the doorman buzzed up to her that several gentleman had arrived to see her. "Send them up," she purred before turning back to her computer. There were advantages to sleeping with your doorman. She then smiled as she came across a page on in monitor that she had been searching for. There it was. The perfect list of antique books to go hunting for. And if their ridiculous front had these books, so much the better. She heard the front door of her apartment open then, followed by a soft knock on her office door. "Enter." She shifted away from her desk, standing as the two broad-shouldered men entered. She eyed them coolly, stepping around her desk to lean against the corner as they came up to her.

"Miss Vinrouge? We got all of the logistics you requested."

"Good. You can go." Both of the men looking slightly surprised as they handed over their information, but they did leave as she requested. Business first, pleasure later. Patience returned to her desk, opening the files. What Takatori had given her was very detailed, but this would hold exactly everything she needed to know. Who worked when, the customer traffic out of the front and back and... ah, yes. She smiled, lifting a small Ziploc bag from the back of the final folder. Both of those men would have to be thanked for however they managed to get the four locks of hair that rested in the bag. It would save her a lot of disgusting work.

~Three Days Ago~
Late morning, and it was time to begin her work. She had slipped into a black pencil skirt and cream-colored blouse. She wore a long coat over, as the wind was chilly. She slipped out of the taxi at the end of the street, she allowed the smallest smile to slip over her lips. The street was quiet, during the week the eclectic shops that ran along either side, not used to business in the morning. She knew this as the bell chimed over the door as she entered Hubert's Booksellers. The front of the shop was deserted, although she did hear movement in the back. Ignoring the sounds, she began to peruse the shelves along the wall. She occasionally lifted a book and gently turned some pages, exploring her options. Hah. Just as she expected. Most of these books were not even close to first editions, or antiques. They were cunning copies, made to supply a perfect front. Whoever was behind all this, they had money. She heard talking move from the back room to the counter at the side of the shop. Drachman, by the sound of it. She continued to move among the shelves even as she listened.

"A customer, at this hour?"
"Yeah. Some hot chick. I'll wait on her."
"Um, no. I'LL wait on her. You should go help Nick in the back."
"And why the hell should I listen to you?"
"I'm older."
"Yeah, by two minutes."
"Whatever. Let's just both go out."

She heard footsteps moving closer to her, but chose to remain engrossed in the "first edition" in her hands. "Is there something we can help you with?" Glancing up she smiled shyly, her expression full of concern and surprise, even as her mind gathered in the two younger men standing before her. Frank and Fred, approximate age 25. Straggly blonde hair, one light, the other dirty. Blue eyes. Tall, lanky. Frank is the elder, sour attitude. Fred is a whiner and always listens to Frank. Both are just lackeys, no real knowledge about any higher dealings. "Why, yes. That would be lovely. I've been searching all over for a few first editions. Your shop is about my last hope." "Oh, um. Well, I'd be happy to help." "Oh, yeah. Me too!" Never letting the smile leave her lips, she handed them over her list of books. The two looked a bit dumb-founded by the long list of first edition books she had written down. A variety of early psychoanalysis from Freud and Jung. She noticed that Fred began to look nervous first, speaking up slowly. "I don't think we ha-" "Actually, we might. Let me just grab our manager." Frank cut off his brother, fixing him with a quick glare. "I'll come too!" She nodded and smiled gratefully at the two as they hurried off. As soon as they had disappeared into the back, she rolled her eyes. She could only keep up the pretense for so long. She quickly resumed the look of bemused client as another man came out into the shop. Nick, approximate age 34. Average height, beer gut. Cropped brown hair, brown eyes. The front man for this operation, but not the leading man. One more hiding in the shadows. He'll likely have information, but not as much as is needed. "Ma'am? The boys have shown me your list of books." "Ah, yes. I do apologize that it's so extensive." "Not a problem. Some of these books we keep safely tucked away in the back. Perhaps if you could come around tomorrow afternoon, I could have them wrapped up for you?" "Of course. Thank you so very much, sir." "You're welcome." She felt the leer in his eyes as she turned and left the bookstore. As she walked down the street, she couldn't resist the smallest chuckle. Today's visit had been most fruitful. Tonight, she would have some crafting to do.

~Two Days Ago~
The following afternoon, Patience returned to Hubert's Booksellers. It was far quieter than the day before, but she had expected it as such. Frank and Fred were usually sent off to do some business around 4pm. Patience knew that Nick would be in the shop and if she had done her planning correct, the other one would be as well. The bell chimed as she walked in and headed straight for the counter. She gently dinged the bell and stood back, waiting. Nick emerged shortly with another man sauntering slowly behind him. "[color=orange]Ah, ma'am. Welcome back." "Thank you, sir. I trust you had no trouble finding my books?" "One or two were a bit difficult to find, but we've got them all. Let me go fetch them." Nick turned and walked away, leaving Patience alone with the other man. She smiled faintly at him. Geoff, approximate age 46. Gray hair, bald across the top. Short, fat, serious-faced. Definitely the brains here. "This is a lovely shop you have here, sir. Are you the owner?" He merely grunted in reply. A noise from the back caused both of their heads to glance towards the back. Patience recognized that sound instantly. It was slap resounding against flesh. So there were women being held back there. She kept her face neutral as Nick returned with some wrapped books. "Here you go, ma'am." He causally named a price and after a few moment's of haggling, Patience paid on the agreed upon price. "Thank you very much gentleman. Have a splendid day." Turning, she left the bookshop. Her eyes sparkled in amusement as she got into the taxi waiting for her, opening the parcel. Cleverly made, but still fakes. Into the trash they would go. She had gotten all the information she needed. One more doll to make and tomorrow night... it would be time to play.

~One Day Ago~
It was time to go to work and Patience was dressed accordingly. She had slipped into her black skinny jeans and black flats, a black button-down shirt underneath a sweater. Her purse only carried her basic tools as she entered the cafe halfway down the block from the bookstore. She ordered a coffee and went to sit in a corner that still allowed her to see out the window. She then pulled two poppets from her purse, leaving them discretely on her lap. She then pulled out her pincushion. The coffee arrived and she sipped at it slowly as she waited. The clock in the cafe soon enough chimed 4:00pm and she saw it. The van that held Frank and Fred. She glanced down at her poppets and selected a pin. She held Fred's poppet in her hand, letting the flow of the dragon pulse surround her and the doll. As she heard the van come down the street, she struck the pin down quickly into the poppet's left arm. She knew what would happen. Fred would likely scream, his arm flailing out, hitting his brother who was driving. She could almost imagine the pain Fred felt as she quickly held Frank's poppet, placing a pin sharply into the doll's right knee. Ah, there it was. A scream she could really hear, as well as screeching tires. She placed a few hips strategically in the poppet's hip and then tucked them away quickly to watch the story unfold before her. Like the rest of the patrons, she rushed to the window, horrified as the van ran straight through a red light, into heavy oncoming traffic. The car was smashed on the driver's side, then again on the passenger. It was a matter of time before the ambulance arrived. The two men who had caused the accident were dead, sadly. They had died upon impact. If only they had been wearing their seatbelts. If only the airbag-release hadn't have been cut. If only, if only.

~~~~~

Time seemed to drag on for Patience then as she waited for night to fall. Then she slipped into the bookshop, easily picking the lock of the front door. She stood there only a moment before grabbing another doll from her bag. Cropped brown hair was fashioned on this stubby doll and she smiled. He would be first. However, she would need to incapacitate Geoff first. She ducked into a corner, pulling out the balding poppet. Holding it in her hand, she took a long pin and placed the tip of it over the poppet's heart. This followed by several other pins in the poppet's leg. Then she heard the screams of Geoff. Good, good. She quickly did the same to Nick-poppet's legs. She then moved into the back. There was a heavy door at the end of the storage room that was locked shut. She heard the terrifying screams of women and her face darkened. There they were. Those poor girls. But, they would have to wait. She turned to the two men writhing on the floor. Pulling out some duct tape, she tapped Geoff's mouth, then his wrists. She left him wriggling as she turned to Nick. "Now, then Nick, my boy. You have got some explaining to do."

~~~~~

Oh it had been easy. So easy. Nick had practically shouted everything he knew. She hadn't really had to torture him at all. Pity. Too bad he didn't have much that her files didn't already know. As she pushed a pin down into his poppet's heart, she taped his mouth shut. The pain in his heart would soon lead to cardiac arrest. What a sad way to day. Turning, she removed the tip of the pin from Geoff's poppet as she ripped the tape off his mouth. "Now then, what do you have to say?" "Bitch." "Ah, ah, ah. That isn't nice." She sat down in the office chair that Geoff had fallen off of originally, pulling out her pincushion. She withdrew a short fat needle and slowly twisted it into the poppet's hand. Geoff's face twisted up, but he did not scream. Soon enough. "You're going to tell me what I want to know, Geoff. I want to know why you've set up shop here in Philly. You know this land isn't up for grabs. I want to know who gave you these orders. I want the head of your operation." He shook his head and she clicked her tongue, eyes sparkling. "I guess you want to do this the hard way then."

~Present~
The car pulled up outside of the Ilium casino and Patience smiled again. It had been fun, learning everything Geoff had to say. How sad that he had to die. She had heard on the news before she had showered how a tip to the police had discovered a bookshop full of trafficked young girls. There had also been two dead bodies found on the other side of the pad-locked door. The men had died of cardiac arrest, although it appeared that one had been poisoned as well. The following day, Patience knew that a check would arrive at city hall, a donation to create a battered women's shelter at the old bookshop. What a charming socialite, to do such a kindness. Patience allowed a laugh as she was ended out of the black car by the driver. The police would determine that one of the men had killed the other, then died himself of cardiac arrest. Just as she planned it. Entering the casino, she moved straight to the elevators. She had received the call that Takatori was back and was waiting. And she wouldn't want to keep the boss waiting, now would she? She went through the security measures casually, then walked slowly down the hall to the open office door. Ah, Dr. Simmons was there as well. How... lovely. Standing at Takatori's right. Tsk tsk. Man did not know his place. But no matter. She stepped into the office and sat in a seat across from Takatori, ankles crossed. She kept the files in her lap and waited, a smile flitting across her lips. Yes, it was definitely a good night.

[Guest]

Jesus fucking Christ how many FUCKING MESSAGES DID HE HAVE?! God... Could shit just not get done when he wasn't here to hold their goddamn hands? Did he have to thin out the ranks again?! That would make the third time these past two months! Uuuuughh... Good help was nearly impossible to find, and despite the rigorous (and extensive) research he conducted on potential members, they could always seek to disappoint him. At least the vast majority didn't. Ah well... There were always some weak links that needed to be replaced hm? That was just a sad fact of life. Aw, poor babies. Pfft, sacks of shit is what they were. He had no use for incompetence. Not at all. He was running a four star business, not some cheap gun-for-hires. Heh, for their rates? They certainly weren't cheap in the least bit.

Clicking the phone down after the last message, he groaned and sat up, letting his feet slide to the ground. Time to get to... Now hold on... "The job's done, boss." Ah. Dr. Simmons. And the voice came from behind him. Narrowing his eye slightly, he didn't twitch or fidget, but instead leaned back in his chair once more and spun it a little to look at the good doctor, watching him move to be at his right hand side. How the hell had he gotten into his office? God fucking dammit... He'd have to adjust the security systems AGAIN. Tits. Turning his attention to the files now upon his desk, he picked them up and flicked through the file quite casually, grey eye scanning over the photos. "All dead, no traces, and in broad daylight for everyone to see. Mission accomplished." He couldn't help but grin as he looked at the mans handiwork, chuckling slightly wile he skimmed the obituaries. "Excellent work as always Doc. This is perfect! I bet those assholes will think twice about trying shit on our turf again."

Flicking the file closed with a twitch of his wrist, he placed it to one side for now, looking up to the man next to him. The man was always distant, that was a simple fact of life. But he seemed more thoughtful than normal, raising an eyebrow as he almost opened his mouth to speak. But then he could practically sense the sexy from a mile away, turning his single gaze towards the door as the... the.... Holy mother of-- Takatori couldn't help it, he grinned brightly to see such a piece of hot death in front of him. Man.... If he didn't know she'd kill him in a heartbeat to take over, he'd fuck her raw. But! She was a psycho, alkahestric, voo-doo bitch who would cut his throat and stab him in the back for his position. Fucking snake. "Well well, my two favorite lieutenants! I trust your news is just as good as the Doc's, my minx?" He asked with twisted smirk, eyebrows raising in expectancy, hands folding in his lap. Oh he hadn't forgotten that Dr. Simmons was there, he just wanted to see how things might unfold in his little office. =

[Shula Brighton]

{BUMP}

[Patience Vinrouge]

She remained silent for a moment, looking first at Takatori then glancing over at Dr. Simmons. He stood there, making nary a sound or a move. Well, if he chose to remain silent, then that was fine by her. Let him hear her business with Takatori then. Dr. Simmons needed to learn who was really the right-hand of this organization. None of them knew the want of power that rolled inside of her, like waves beating against a shore. Takatori guessed; he was a crafty one. She knew that's why he hesitated to sleep with her. More's the pity. One does not mix pleasure and business. And Patience did not consider killing Takatori business, so therefore why not have pleasure? Takatori would receive his comeuppance from someone else. Patience knew there were others who thirsted for his blood. She did not want his blood. She wanted two things from him. His cock and his power. Well, maybe blood. But if handcuffs or the cat-o-nine tails broke skin... well... that was another matter entirely.

The smile flitting across her lips again, she picked up one folder from her lap, sliding across the desk to Takatori. “My news is always good,” she purred. Oh, she was in SUCH a luscious mood. She allowed her tongue to slip across her lips, wetting them. She knew exactly what was in that folder she had handed to Takatori. The information in it was an affirmation of everything his brutes had already told him about this new group coming into their territory. As he had said before, confirmation was always good. What he really wanted to know though, was the higher ups in the organization. And the folder with that information remained in Patience's lap. This information would be handed over with a price. She kept her hands folded over the folder in her lap, waiting expectantly for Takatori to read the file and ask for the other. And if he didn't ask, Patience had a back-up plan. She always did.

[Guest]

Of course the little minx didn't move, she had to judge the situation of course. Calculating bitch. What was he going to do with her? Or even about her? The only reason he hadn't done anything yet was because... well... voodoo was a bitch. And she was good at what she did. Fucking conundrums. Always got in the goddamn way of all his fun. They made things... not smooth. He hated when things were not smooth! ASS. Oh sure, she might seem all pretty and smooth, but that was the problem in itself. Too smooth. Prickly beneath. Like the chittering.... ACK! NO FUCK OFF!

But she was smiling, so this was a good sign, holding out a hand expectantly for the file that he knew was there. “My news is always good,” "Of course it is my dear. Though I'm sure some of the boys downstairs would tend to disagree hm?" He pointed out as he turned his attention to her report, flicking through it while seeming to only glance over the pages for a brief moment. But that brief moment was all he needed to process everything that was there. The details, the names.... As he expected. It was just confirming what he knew. Which meant she had the rest. Fine and dandy, he just needed confirmation on things he already knew anyways. Or at least... suspicions that he had. He wasn't so trustworthy in all of his sources as to rely purely on what they said as the whole truth. They were information brokers after all. Even though they knew better than to cross him. Oh yes they did.... What had he done to the last one that thought it would be nice to screw him out of his money? Oh yes.... he had ripped out his intestine and looped it back down his throat so it was a continuous loop of shit. Heh... That had been funny....

So he merely sighed and folded his hands, letting the file flop back down into his lap as he looked up to his two lieutenants with his singular eye. "Well Doctor, if you have nothing else, you are free to go. Excellent job as always. Your pay should be in the usual account." He nodded to the man, turning his gaze to the lovely lady before him. Lovely snake would be more appropriate. "How about you pull that other file out of your loose cunt along with whatever other dicks you have in there hm?" She was withholding information. Not that it really mattered to him, he could still find out what he wanted to know. But she wanted something. He could smell it. And it wasn't just him and his power. Oh noo... the tricky bitch was after something else. He wanted to know exactly what it was. Though he already had a few idea's. Siiiiiiigh... Why in the world did his job have to be so fucking.... fuck?!

[Guest]

As always, Takatori has displayed his magnificent use of the Cretan grammar. Speaking like a gentleman, a paragon of Cretan linguistics that thus far, for the fact he wasn't recognized for the clever use of butchering the language should go without saying. But one thing that didn't conform to the pattern which comforts him is Patience Vinrouge. He watched her, only returning Takatori's praise and applaud with a nod. He didn't have much of a taste for death as much as an indifference towards it. Much to his distaste, passions seem to be tensing the air around, walking past the desk and towards the door. Before looking back at the two.

"I bid you both a good day and..." He shot a gaze over his shoulder, "Boss, chaffing may induce allergic reactions through liquids produced from typical activity, it may induce shock within Miss Vinrouge here, recommend you don't force down ingestion. That's all."

And with that, he is off, closing the door behind himself as he kept to himself. Perhaps he should prepare some informational brochures about comfortable positions? It seems likely the case there may seem to be complications he would need to prepare forward towards. It would be bad to have his employer potentially incapacitating Vinrouge through rather uncouth means, if truly the boss planned to partake in his one vice. Recommend dosages? Hrm... probably one or two aspirin to help the blood keep flowing. Blood clots tend to happen when stress relieving takes place. Unlikely but there are cases it tends to happen with overly aggressive alpha male vying for domination with the impregnation of whatever member of the female species are about and around. Interesting. This is just like Animal Planet, and if there can be any animal Takatori would be comparable to, it would be a hung lion.

He'll have to sort things out for now. Let the kids have their fun for now. He has other things to do anyways. Sterilize the hold and speak to the two Ueda's anyways. They need comfort in absence of Vinrouge. A fine lady, but perhaps too clever for her own good, hopefully nothing bad should come of that sly nature.

[EXIT THREAD]

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience coolly watched the doctor leave, brushing off his crass comment. Chafing, indeed. Dr. Simmons never made all that much sense to Patience, which didn't bother her in the slightest. His round-about comments were obscure but as long as they did not threaten her or her power, he could speak as strangely as he wanted for all she cared. He wouldn't be a threat to her rise to power. Obscure, yes. But surely not stupid? Removing herself from her musings she focused her attention back on Takatori, realizing that he was again speaking to her.

"How about you pull that other file out of your loose cunt along with whatever other dicks you have in there hm?"

Her nostrils flared for a split second in annoyance, but as soon as the feeling came it was gone. She allowed a small smile to fall across her lips. He was trying to get a rise of her... or he was just being his asshole-self. Either way, it didn't matter. He wouldn't get any rise out of her, because he really had no idea. Oh, but she knew she could get a rise out of him. She could make him angry just as well as make him hard. She was that talented, after all. She clicked her tongue. "One dick at a time, darling. And I can promise you I'm as tight as a newly-fucked virgin. But I guess you won't know until you try." She uncrossed her ankles and crossed her right leg over her left, well aware her skirt was riding up. She casually flipped open the file in her lap, looking through the neatly typed information there. She kept that coy smile on her face as she spoke quietly. "Your men gave you the information you wanted, and I confirmed it." She glanced up, ethereal blue eyes piercing. "However, only I can give you what you need." She licked her lips before glancing down at the papers again. "You wanted to know who was running this business. I can get you that name." She snapped the file shut, keeping it firmly in her lap. "The children are my responsibility now. I will keep them secure and I alone will tend to them. Or the name you need will never be yours." She looked straight up at him then, face and eyes devoid of emotion. This was not the time for petty games. Straight forward was the way to go. This was business, and she was keeping it professional. He could play all the games he wanted, but she was going to get what she wanted in the end. She always did.

[Guest]

Dr. Simmon's observation brought quite the laugh out of Takatori, the sound reverberating around the underground base as he leaned back in his chair. Don't force down..... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! "Good one doc!" He called to the man even though he had already left, turning his full attention to the snake in front of him. Yes.... the pretty little snake. HAH! THERE IT WAS! She tried to hide it so well, but he had struck a nerve nonetheless! And it amused him to no end, a simple smirk the only thing on his lips. No great grin like when he toyed with his fox, no... just a simple smirk. "One dick at a time, darling. And I can promise you I'm as tight as a newly-fucked virgin. But I guess you won't know until you try." He bet she had a bunch down there... It'd take aaaages for him to get any info out of her- Oh really now?

"Hah! And get dirty.... what would it be now, millionths? I think not. I prefer my ho's on the fresh side." He mused, catching the movement of her skirt out of his peripheral vision yet his grey eye did not lower to look at it. No, he stared pointedly at her eyes. Those pretty, pretty eyes. How lovely they'd look on his wall... Would they still seem to glow then though? Probably not... Everything lost its glow when it was three week rotting... Ah well. He needed her alive anyways. She was too good a worker to be dead in one of his cells. And that pesky alkahestry of hers.... He'd have to hire someone really good to take her out probably if she ever became an issue. Work work work.... He could never play anymore. "Your men gave you the information you wanted, and I confirmed it. However, only I can give you what you need." Well no shit dear, of course you fucking could. Although.... He could always just go off on his assumptions since her word would only confirm what he had already found. He liked being sure though. Very, very sure. "You wanted to know who was running this business. I can get you that name." Ok seriously, what the fuck was she on about.

Leaning back in his chair, he propped his feet up on his desk and stared at her rather boredly, his hair spiking upwards. "The children are my responsibility now. I will keep them secure and I alone will tend to them. Or the name you need will never be yours." Oh-ho-ho... He saw now. Of course she wanted the little shits. He was quiet as he stared at her, his own face devoid of emotion as well. She wanted to get serious? Fine. He would get fucking serious. No games, no jabs. "One condition. Those kids are my ticket to Elastor. If he fucks up again, I get to send him pieces of them. Just the tip of a finger or something, nothing major. Or maybe just give them a cigarette burn or something, then send him a picture. If I can't conduct my business, then no deal. And they, my dear, are part of my business." He answered cooly, feeling a shiver of delight run down his spine. It was good to be in charge.

[Patience Vinrouge]

Hot as hell he may be, but Patience's want for Takatori was starting to wane the tiniest bit. The double-standard was still rife in the modern day it seems. She could have easily commented on the fact that the girls he slept with routinely had been with double the men that Patience had. He was more likely to catch some filthy disease off of one of them than off her. Hah, he probably had something disgusting. Good, let his dick fall off. She had more than enough men who were willing to please her, although none would be quite a conquest as the leader of the Men in White. She remained silent as he stated his demands for the children. It caused her blood to boil, although there were no outward indications as such. She knew that Elastor would be good for the payments now. She also knew that it was a matter of time before Takatori met his grisly end. And suddenly, Patience wanted to help move him on this path. But now was not the time or the place to contemplate such things.

She knew that for the time being she had to agree to such demands. But she was going to submit some more of her own. "You can use them to threaten your little toy, but they are not staying in the holding cells any longer. They can be kept securely up in the hotel, or with me." She was well aware that the young man had a debt to repay, but allowing this children to be traumatized for the rest of their lives was something that did not sit well with Patience. She waved her hand nonchalantly in the air, “And if you feel they won't be safe enough with me, you can let some of your goons stand watch over them.”

[Guest]

Ooooo, was the snake having some realizations of her own? Good. Let her. She might be pretty as a peach, but all she was was venom. And frankly, she was beginning to bore him. Actually, many things were beginning to bore him. This life he led was beginning to bore him. The fact his toy had only proved so amusing in Drachma was a testament to that. That toy was beginning to get.... chewed out. He needed something new, something fresh to let those chitterings reach their silence. But just because he was getting bored of his domain did not mean he was getting lax. Anouk was making her rounds, his men were turning up dead, and Elastor was always seeking his end. Patience wanted his spot (and his body, the naughty girl), Dr. Simmons hated his job but knew no other, and Takatori? What the fuck did he want right now? He wanted to not be fucking bored.

"You can use them to threaten your little toy, but they are not staying in the holding cells any longer. They can be kept securely up in the hotel, or with me." He suddenly grinned, sitting up in his chair as he glanced towards the screen with those fucking brats on it. Now what would Elastor and his angry tigress of a sister do if he just let those brats go hm? Be perplexed beyond measure? Hehehehehe.... A strange little plan was forming in his mind. Now that WOULD be fun! “And if you feel they won't be safe enough with me, you can let some of your goons stand watch over them.” Oh right, she was fucking there huh.... Takatori waved a hand boredly towards her, suddenly turning his head as his grey eye fixed upon her with a strange gleam in its depths. "Fine, fine. Take the little fuckers. Be their surrogate mother until the tigress shows up with the fox. I wonder if she'd spare you from her rage when she does come here." He mused aloud, cracking his neck as he rose up from his chair. Movement... he needed movement....

"Care for something to drink my dear? I grow.... tired of this office." He asked her, fingers twitching at his side. Bright.. red... twisting... stretch it, streeeeetch... Yes, yes YES! Chitterings growing louder, louder, louder, and LOUDER. ARGH HE COULDN'T STAND IT!!! No bitches, he needed the FEED. The shiny... the.. GLEAMING. Another stand, another job. Stagnant. All of it was fucking stagnant! THAT was the problem. THAT was the whole fucking problem! Damian Cain was fucking bored. He was off his fucking nut. And he knew what he was going to do. "You aren't getting in my bed though girl. So sorry to disappoint." To that he gave a small pout, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do....

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience smiled faintly. An agreement had been reached. And it worked in her favor. Although Takatori was surely getting something out of the deal, Patience did not really mind. What she did mind was that she was growing tired of his office, just as Takatori had said. Something to drink however, was not what she had in mind. She lifted the file off of her lap, resting it on the desk as she stood. “Sorry, but I'm afraid I have other arrangements.” She turned and began walking out of the door, reaching her arm up to wiggle her fingers at him. “If you need me, you know where to find me. Ta, darling.”

She moved towards the holding cells, luckily finding a young man dressed so neatly in white. She knew the man. He was one of her conquests and she knew that she could count on him. “Bring around a car for me, dear. I'm going home.” He nodded and moved off as Patience continued to the cell that held the children. She let herself in past the security, where they stood to one side, eying her with trepidation. She held out her hand. “Come now, boys. As I promised. I'm taking you somewhere else. Somewhere better.” The youngest toddled over easily enough, the older one following more slowly behind. She lifted the young one, curling her lip slightly in distaste. He better not muss her dress. She held the older boy's hand tightly as they stepped up into the elevator. They behaved through the lobby of the hotel and even got into the car nicely. As she leaned back in the seat, she spoke. “Now, your uncle is still in trouble, so I'm keeping you with me a little longer. You will have a big room to play and rest in, but you cannot leave. And you must promise to listen to me, otherwise Mr. Takatori will come punish you.” Both boys looked scared at the mention of the one-eyed man, and Patience smiled slightly. “Do you promise?” The older vouched for both of them, which was satisfactory.

Soon enough they had reached her apartment and the boys were safely placed in a room in her penthouse. Her little lackey would remain in her home as bodyguard, plaything for the boys as well as for her. But not right now. Patience moved into her own bedroom, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Now that she had the kids, she had some things to reflect on. Soon enough, she had a phone call to make, after all.

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[Guest]

“Sorry, but I'm afraid I have other arrangements.” Oh? Hehe..hehehahahahahaha.... GOOD. She probably wanted to deal with her two new brats like some sick, twisted mother. He prayed that she never had children for she would just poison them with her alkahestric bullshit. Fucking voodoo... With that, he fixed his long coat, making a loud rustling sound due to its weight, puffing on his cigarette again. “If you need me, you know where to find me. Ta, darling.” He just sort of nodded as she left him alone now. Aaaaall alone with the chittering. So. Fucking. Annoying. How could they stop? How could he MAKE them stop? Now hold on... Hehehehehe, THERE was an idea...

Ahhh but wait! They didn't deal with that shit no more, no. Ohhh no no no no no! Not anymore~ They gave away no more! There were enough crazies in the crazy house, and he didn't need to deal with those fucking punks if he didn't deal with their shit! Heeheehee~! Aaaahahahahaaaaaarrrrrrrggg[size=17]ghHHHH!!!! Suddenly lifting his leg, he kicked his chair as hard as he could, sending it flying into the wall behind him. With a loud crash, it broke into three pieces, the wall itself fine. Ohh yes, he had made sure they were strong fucking walls juuuust in case he needed to do exactly that. Fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Ohhh yes. THE CHITTERINGS! Like when you laid your ear to the grass and you could hear all the little inseccttsssstststssssss! FUCK IT! FUCK IT ALL!! FUCK-WHORE-SHIT-FUCK!

That was it. Damian Cain was going to go out into the world. He couldn't stay here. Not in these safe walls of a safe haven (not that it was truly safe at all. Not with him there). He needed... so much. He wanted to torture someone. He wanted to fuck some bitch. Actually, make that a lot of bitches. He wanted to smoke. He wanted to drink. He wanted to rip Elastor's head from his body. He wanted to watch Patience drown. He wanted.... so very many things. But patience was required. Patience was... his arch nemesis. Both the woman, and the aspect. He hated having to wait. For the waiting meant BOREDOM. Meant the CHITTERING would be there at full force... infecting his mind. Driving him MAD. First he had to have a little.. chat with some people. Then? Oh-ho-ho, he could FEEL a showtime was approaching. It's the final countdown~ HA!

But for now? For now, Takatori left his office with his cig still burning between his lips, leaving his chair in its ruins. A new one would replace it once he got back anyways. Sitting outside of his office of course. No one went inside when he wasn't there. He didn't trust them to not fuck with anything. Not to mention pesky little fucking spies could be lurking somewhere and want to take a peek at his precious precious files. MINE PRECIOUS. So he wandered upstairs to the floor that he often visited. The gentlemens lounge with its... charming entertainment. And booze. He had it all at his fingertips, and still? It wasn't enough.

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