( OPEN ) FIGHTING CRIME BY MOONLIGHT

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WHO: Every Outsider interested!
WHAT: Catch-all log for cleaning up (or making more of a mess of) Neo Tokyo's crime scene! Refer to the OOC post here for details. Neo Tokyo's current social and political climate can be found under the World / Setting section here.
WHERE: Neo Tokyo, Japan.
WHEN: Nov 2024 & onward.
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, threats and coercion … whatever else that happens where crime and criminal activity are involved. Please mark for other CWs if necessary!


From the month of November and onward, Outsiders can find recruitment posters around the base for a specialised subsection of an anonymous Neo Tokyo security agency! Feel free to assume that's where most of the directives come from.

Current quests relating to this player plot can be found under < STREET FIGHTER > and < RISE AND THRIVE > on the QUEST BOARD.

People are free to use this log or their own for open and closed starters. However, if you'd like to contribute to the quest chain or setting changes, please remember to eventually submit your links and a summary under the associated quests! Otherwise, go wild!

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[hitokiller]

( izou scoffs in disgust at the backwash.

which doesn't break his "cover" any, because izou's approach is simply to be himself, much like his distinctively scarred companion here. )

Yeah. Be a real shame if some other group came on and took all the credit for—

( the steady rhythm of heavy footsteps, the laughter in a someone's throat as they approach. a body crashes down in the seat next to izou, knocking shoulders with him. )

Wh—?!

( it's a large man with a cybernetic arm, his entire body thrumming with ironclad certainty as he grins ear-to-ear. great. a big oaf with missing teeth, convinced he can just do whatever he wants as he growls a potential offer to "hear what you think someone 'a your caliber can offer" towards... silco, and not him.

then he goes for izou's drink, which gets izou baring teeth.)

Don't even try it.

[zauneyete]

[ Silco's smile was a lot more placating. He waved a hand. ]

Now, now, Biscuit, if you want another drink, I can get you one. Let the man have a drink. Clearly, he needs it.

[ He waved a hand, like he's been all too accommodating. His eyes draw to Izou, as if he's implying to him to let him; before he spread his hands, all magnanimous charm back on display. His lips curled into a smile. ]

Why, someone of my caliber can offer a great deal. After all, there are certain organizations that are on the lookout for trouble, and that is going to make your plans harder, isn't it? [ He stared at the man for a long moment, appraising him, evaluating. ]

But all these groups have certain deals, don't they? Groups that they don't mess with, supplies that are off limits. There is a certain... agreement from one to another. The rules that we all follow.

[ He folded his hands. ]

Then there are those who are not quite known in these elements, people who haven't learned the rules yet. Newcomers, who only need to be educated, but oops — [ A hand to his mouth, as if this was a funny little joke. ] — I suppose we were so busy that we forgot. So sorry... We'll never make that mistake again.

But of course by then it is too late, isn't it?

[ He's saying it, without quite saying it. Use Izou to stop a shipment, he's a newcomer, he doesn't know. Perhaps it's an opportunity to lay a dummy-shimpment in. Take what they are using for their own, while leaving a plant for the other gang to pick up.

Bombs, poison, whatever. It was All effective. ]

[hitokiller]

( he visibly flinches at being called "biscuit", the habit of it when coming from silco not something that's soaked into his bones just yet. what has him is that look. a look that grips him with a firm easiness, a "silence yourself, izou" sort of command to it.

he knows it well enough, leaning back in his seat just enough for the end of the chair to hit the floor when he shifts his weight. fine.

but if this shit doesn't add up...

izou watches and tries to follow, mildly irritated with the scrawling sing-song of silco's statements. get with the point, old man.

when the conversation starts to shift like it's his turn to chime in, izou leans in, elbow on the table and a hand positioned thoughtfully against his chin. )

Yeah. Rules we all gotta follow. Ones I'm itchin' to learn, given I've got a good eye and an even gooder hand for dealing with trouble.

( there comes a smirk in reply, as their "gentleman" who took the bait pawing at izou's drink, suggesting they're not against giving him a "trial run" to kick things off. they need all the hands they can get, apparently.

there's a catch though, and he points a thick thumb directly at silco. "if your boy here puts his foot in his mouth out-right, there's no gettin' out in one piece." in other words, they'll eliminate him to cover their tracks. izou scoffs. )

Wanna run that by me again?

[zauneyete]

[ It's always like this, all the negotiation, all the little pieces put into place. This gang was an upstart group, he was aware of their habits. They were looking for "the big score", and uninterested in the little things, the hard work and dedication that it took to make it to the big leagues. They were sloppy, uncontrolled, and easily handled. They also were amassing plenty of muscle.

So they would offer a great opportunity, to use Izou to put Another gang out, and put this sloppy group of upstarts in its place. The Sapphire Room would be forced to deal with them, creating a small chip in their armor that could be used to their advantage later. Perhaps they would learn a few lessons, but not enough and not quickly enough for Silco to not use it to his own advantage.

It was about positioning, about play. About taking the weak pieces, and suffusing them, putting them where you wanted, and about taking the stronger pieces out. Creating gaps and cracks in the armor. The criminal underworld was all about power, and might, and about money. Silco knew how all of this worked, because he'd dealt with plenty of these attempts before in his time. The advantage was, they didn't know who was behind this. Even his own organization didn't know.

So he smiled, that silent, knowing smile. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, only a soft chuff of a chuckle under his breath. ]

Oh, don't worry. The point is for my friend here to get caught, and do what he does best.

[ His eyes turn toward Izou, and he nodded. ] And thus, your score? Guaranteed.

How advantageous for all of us. The only thing I ask is that you think of me and mine, when you consider your next deal. Of course, always consider the major players first.

[ He's laying a trap, of course. He doesn't care if they come after his org, that will get tossed aside soon enough, when the moment is right. Only making it look like he's looking out for himself. ]