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( OPEN ) FIGHTING CRIME BY MOONLIGHT
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!
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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That's why he's doing what he's doing after all, isn't it? He's playing the crime "fighter" even while he puts the pieces in place, eliminates who he wishes and allows the entire house of cards to topple over on his very command.
His lips curl, when he sees the man approach from the street. The thick plume of smoke drifted from his lips. ]
Oh no, nothing of the sort.
You see, LILITH has spent a great deal of time tracking down leads on a well-known criminal organization, did you know that?
[ Silco's smile looks like the cat that caught the canary. ] I've been assisting. You should be so lucky to participate. It's for the good of the city, after all.
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LILITH sent me the brief. I know the basics.
[ Just to spare them both some time.
He pulls his hands out of his pockets, his gaze shifting to the flickering neon sign of the club. The place screams trouble— a perfect breeding ground for secrets and shadows. The kind of place Jinwoo would have avoided back when he was weaker, back when every risk he has to take needs to be calculated. (Reckless.) Now, though... now it's different. ]
I'll let you do all the talking. I'll make sure no one messes with you.
[ He doesn't wait for Silco to respond before stepping past him, heading toward the club’s entrance. Jinwoo knows he's walking into a den of snakes: rich CEOs, crooked politicians, gangsters masquerading as legitimate businessmen. It's the kind of place where power is traded like currency, and trust is in short supply.
Still, he's not here to trust anyone. He's here to gather intel, do the job, and get out. The rest? That's a problem for later. ]
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[ He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small eyepatch, before affixing it over his eye. There are few things that can make Silco easily identifiable, but his eye was truly the one that set him apart. He couldn't simply turn it off, couldn't change it, so the only option was to cover it. It felt Wrong of course, all that work to retain vision in his eye, but his options were limited without further surgeries or other options. LILITH had plenty, but Silco... Silco had already endured one.
It had been misery. ]
There. Now we are ready.
[ He smiled with that knowing smile, as if he were daring Jinwoo to say something about it. He know how it must look, but he also knew the merit in protecting his identity, after all, "guy with a missing eye" was far less identifiable when he took the patch off, and he was no longer missing an eye.
He wanted to be the barest of memories to them, and his eye was far too novel to not. ] We'll stop at the bar first. Get a drink, and then find the target. If you see anything, use your implant to contact me.
[ The bar itself was... thriving with energy. Thrumming in a way that was far too excitable, far too alive. People dancing, men in suits in their lounge spaces. There were a few places here dancers could undulate if they wished, and the VIP seating faced them. Silco... for all of his odd mannerisms, and for all that he seemed like he wasn't the type — and he wasn't — but he looked oddly at ease in the middle of the loud music and thriving club. Like it simply was normal, but he was still an island to himself in the middle of it, instead of someone who enjoyed it. ]
crawls back here... (also not the eyepatch)
It makes him wonder if there's any merit to hiding his own identity too, but he doesn't plan on causing a big scene anytime soon so he'll go without it. For now. It's easier for him to blend in with the crowd than Silco anyway— even if the club isn't really his scene. Bodies dance to the rhythm of the music, but there are way more interesting things happening if you find the gaps in between.
He reaches for his drink wordlessly, head tilting at the other man's statement. ]
You'll be the first to know if something catches my eye.
[ Jinwoo mixes in with the crowd soon after, surrounded by those already lost to the influence of alcohol and cheap thrills. He would have ignored all the pretty things who approached him if he didn't have to look like he belonged here as much as he can, so it's not long before he's got an arm around someone's waist, their lips on his neck murmuring nonsense as he continues to observe the area.
Luckily for him, his shadows are also on the lookout. Beru chimes in moments later saying he's spotted who they've been looking for. Over at the VIP section, wearing a nice tailored suit and a red tie. Not too far from where he left Silco. He pulls up Silco's contact details via the implant while the girl in his arms presses a kiss to his jaw. ]
He's close to you. Is he the one we're looking for?
he knows he stands out if he's not careful!!
As soon as the text came through, his eyes followed his indication toward the man in the suit.
Older, clearly watching the floor. The man's eyes seemed to edge towards the younger patrons. No matter. Silco leaned into the bartender, and paid for his drink — plus a very handsome tip, before he murmured to the staff if he could be allowed into the VIP section.
They'd been about to say no, until the tip went through.
Silco tipped his glass in thanks, as he started to move in that direction. His implant flashing behind his black and hidden eye. ]
He skews toward younger types. I'll see what I can get out of him, but I'll need you to keep him in sight. We might need to throw him fresh meat.
he is such a paranoid old man
That so? Real upstanding guy we're tailing, then.
[ The girl in his arms purrs something into his ear, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest, but Jinwoo barely hears her. His gaze remains locked on the VIP section, watching Silco move with practiced ease, slipping past the velvet rope like he was always meant to be there.
Jinwoo clicks his tongue. He knows what the man's implying. Someone's gotta play bait if they want this guy to slip, and given the clientele here, there's no shortage of naive, wide-eyed types looking for a thrill. The thought doesn't sit well with him, but he gets it.
He downs the rest of his drink and finally responds. It's too bad LILITH didn't disable the blessing that kept toxins away from him. He would really appreciate being drunk right now given what he's about to say. ]
If you don't think you can get him to talk, do you need me to step in?
[ He can play the part if necessary— he's done worse to get what he wants. Even if this will be new territory for him. But still, he huffs out a small breath, amusement finally breaking through his otherwise cold demeanour. His thoughts are sardonic at best. ]
Not that I think I fit his tastes. Ripe old age of twenty-five, y'know. Practically ancient.
LMAO YOU KNOW HE IS
[ He's reaching out now, a few words in his ear, setting his drink down and sitting. Silco doesn't play at being charismatic much. He has no need or interest in it. It isn't his wheelhouse or his automatic default. He is a Zauanite, which means he lives a life of bullying and extortion more than cajoling and playing at congeniality.
He does it now, tipping his head, and saying something that gets the man to laugh. His eyes dart toward the dance floor, and then back at him.
He's good at it, when he does it. It helps that he can be mean to the people down below on the floor. ]
You look young enough, but people like this want something else, too. They want control. The naivety. The ability to exert power.
So give him what he wants until he's dug his hole.
[ The man claps Silco on the back with a meaty hand, Silco jerks forward from the force. ]
i love him for it (also cw just in case, 'cause. questionable.)
Like it's that simple. Like it's just another game to be played.
(How many more times does he have to step on his own morals?)
His fingers tap against the empty glass before he finally sets it down. He exhales through his nose, dragging his free hand through his hair as if he's considering. He already knows what he's about to do, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. ]
You really have a way with words.
[ He straightens, gently disentangling himself from the girl at his side with a murmured apology. She pouts, but he's already slipping away, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. There' no hesitation in his steps. If he's doing this, he's committing.
By the time he reaches the VIP section, his posture has shifted just enough. Shoulders relaxed, gaze a little less focused, like he belongs here but isn't entirely sure of the rules yet. He knows the type of guy they're dealing with. The ones who like their prey to be pliant, uncertain. Easy to mold. So Jinwoo lets himself look like something to be handled.
He steps just close enough, lingering near the table without immediately making himself a part of the conversation. Just enough for the bastard to notice him before flicking his gaze away, as if unsure if he should be here. Letting the rich prick make the first move.
At least he's got an in. He'll be the distraction Silco needs him to be. ]
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[ Silco's lips quirk into another smile. He swirled his drink in his glass, looking over the crowd. His eye tipped toward the man, and he caught sight of Jinwoo. The man isn't giving much up, but that's fine. They already have a better plan.
Silco isn't the best at acting, not really. He can be mean, and sarcastic, but he subterfuge is only doable via numbers and figures for him. He is a man of books.
His eye drifted, and then focused on Jinwoo behind him. He leaned toward the man, and said something low. Jinwoo would catch his lips moving, though it probably looks something like 'young man'. The "VIP" turned, and gave Jinwoo an up and down look, the lewd look on his fave apparent.
From behind him, Silco's lip curled. People were so easy to manipulate about this. ]
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With the slightest flex of his will, shadows curl at the edges of his form, imperceptible to the untrained eye. His features soften just enough— his jawline a little less sharp, the faint lines of experience erased. His skin takes on a subtle, youthful glow as his stance shifts into something looser, less certain.
When he looks up again, his gaze flickers between Silco and the VIP before quickly dropping, as if hesitant. Shy.
That's how he's supposed to act, right? Maybe it's a little awkward, but it does the job.
He steps forward, but tries not to make it look like he meant to be here. ]
Sorry... Was I interrupting?
[ The VIP is quick to jump in, one hand already snaking around Jinwoo's waist to pull him close. A drink is shoved at his hands almost immediately, and then the guy starts going off on how a pretty thing like Jinwoo should be more careful. He never knows when sharks will circle him like he's prey, so it's a good thing he came this way because no one will mess with him as long as he remains with the VIP.
Jinwoo asks why that is, and it's the best question he could've ever asked. Because now the guy is telling him all sorts of connections he has, like with a few infamous gangs.
Jinwoo tries to get him to spill names, but he's being urged to drink first. He teases that he'll only do it if the guy does it first, and there he goes— so now he has to follow suit. It's a good thing he can't get drunk because he can drink as many times as this guy wants if that will get him talking. ]
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Does this world matter? No. He should just put something together and take them apart from the seams. This slow, meandering path makes him feel an impatience he thought was left at the bottom of the Pilt.
Jinwoo expedites it. From behind the man, he nodded, barely perceptible.
He sipped at his drink, but didn't interfere much, only occasionally prodding with a — 'Tell him about the —' or a 'I heard that —' before the man took right back up again. He helps by supplying drinks, making sure that the are handing out from his hands from the staff. Playing up the uninvolved associate.
His thin lips are in a line, but when the man's eyes (rarely) drift from Jinwoo's oddly youthful face, there's a smile there instead. His eye is covered, but oh, how it burns. ]
Why don't you two tell me when you wish me to leave, hm?
[ Ever the gracious wingman. The VIP waved his hand dismissively, since Silco was helping keep the drinks flowing. ]
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He hates this, actually. Every second of it. The man's breath reeks of expensive liquor, his words slurring around the edges. He's pretty loose-lipped already, but not as much as they need him to be.
Jinwoo plays along, following after the openings Silco left behind to ask the right questions. He's even allowing the man's hand to brush against his arm, his shoulder— just enough to make him seem interested even when he'd rather sock this guy right in the face.
Eventually, the VIP starts talking. The alcohol helps, the ego even more so. He brags about the people he knows, the businesses who owe him favours. Certain names keep coming up again and again: Silver Altitude. Sapphire Room. The latter rings a bell so Jinwoo risks sending Silco a message. ]
Is that what we need?
[ Or do they need the guy to talk some more? ]
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He should do that to this one. Maybe eventually.
He'll certainly remember his name. Perhaps he'll find reason to upend him, and have him slaughtered.
It isn't that Silco is particularly bloodthirsty, but that he knows one kind of retribution. It is absolute, and it is permanent.
Jinwoo messages him, and Silco's eyepatch covers the shimmer of his eye flaring from it. He offered him a slight, nearly imperceptible nod.
This would do. ]
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The VIP is too busy posturing that he doesn't notice the dim glow of the ocular as Jinwoo's message is received. He catches Silco's nod, and that's all it takes to dissipate the tension in his shoulders. He doesn't allow his relief to show, but it's there— just a subtle exhale through the nose, his fingers loosening ever so slightly on his glass. They have what they need, so he can start extracting himself from the situation without raising suspicion.
He lets the conversation linger a little longer, offering a few more empty reassurances. The man is too far gone to notice the shift in his demeanour, but he makes sure to play things carefully. No need to blow his cover now that they're done here.
Eventually, he leans in, murmuring something about needing to freshen up, before promising to be back soon. The man's fingers try to linger on his wrist, but Jinwoo slips free easily, his movements smooth and practiced. He doesn't look back as he heads toward the exit of the VIP section.
Now it's just a matter of waiting for Silco to follow after him. Just in case. ]