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[OF] Dying Breed
Posted 2/6/15



Kiro sees no reason to justify his actions with words. This man's reasoning still bore some holes. Even if this be the hour of curfew, he could not see the logic of such an individual going after a gun-wielding group....... and yet have the sense to panic as the sirens approaches...... unless.....


"Hmm......." his brows furrowed. And as the fox man went past him, he quietly bolts a few steps behind.
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Posted 2/8/15 , edited 2/9/15
"Hey tall slender and moody step outside I'll meet you out there in a minute." Kengo slides to a stop looks up as if considering something and then attempts to push kiro outside. Kengo jumps up towards the ceiling and slices the roof rafters causing part of the roof to collapse and block the hole. He lands just outside wall. He turned looking for kiro.
Posted 2/8/15 , edited 2/8/15


Kiro ignores the snide remarks, flagging his booted feet to a quick halt. In quick succession, he makes a small turn to the side, avoiding the man's arm from making contact. And with an unwavering gaze, follows the other's movements, as he tears down the roof... lands himself clear from the rubble... and heads off to a back passageway.


A mixture of moans assails his ears, both from under and within the confines of broken concrete, but he pays no heed. At the moment, his mind is going thru a last-minute debate. His instinct yells that he should take the high route and exit thru the warehouse vent on the other end of this warehouse, and out the roof that may still lay intact. Cops tend to take this as a secondary priority......... but....... doing so, would mean losing sight of this fox man. And after getting himself in such a gauntlet, Kiro can't let this slide and pretend ignorant.


Despite the risk, he chose the other option and followed thru the alleyway. His gaze darting from side to side, checking their surroundings. Aside from the passageway being too narrow, each side of the walls were too high and smooth to amble up to, and the only exits can be found on both ends......... Its a natural deathtrap.


True enough, just as they're about to reach the opening, a car's hood suddenly blocks their view. Its siren lights declaring supremacy against the darkness. Kiro calmly makes a facepalm.


"THERE'S TWO OF THEM BACK HERE!" an officer tells his companion in the vehicle as they hustled out and start aiming their guns. "HALT! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND SURRENDER QUIETLY!"
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Posted 2/9/15
Kengo took a much lower sprinting stance and charged the cops. He drew his sword flipped it to the dull side and procceeded. When he drew close he struck the first officer knocking him out then without losing pace he rolled over the hood of the car using the momentum his sword collided with the other officers neck dropping him to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Once on the street he saw a black car parked and running paet way down the street he looked back at kiro. Made a follow motion with his head then darted into the cars back seat.
Posted 2/9/15


Seeing as damage was already wrought, Kiro plants his left hand atop the hood of the cop car, and slides himself across using his thigh. He spots the fox man seeming to dash towards a parked car ahead, and just as he's to follow suit----


....... a loud SCREECH! of brakes, matched with a full glare of lights in his face, puts the man in a complete halt. His path was blocked by another police car.


"HEY YOU!" the officer's voice amplified from a speaker, "RAISE THOSE HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE---"..... he stops, as if something has dawned on the officer, "Wait a minute.... Is that---?"


Kiro knew its now or never. To have his face identified, especially under such a circumstance, would put him in a much graver position. Before the officer could even finish a sentence, he bolts back.... but makes a turn towards a nearby alley to his left. Without a turn over his shoulder, he could hear a series of expletives from the man's speaker, the shrill of the car's siren, and the roaring of the engine as it plows after his trail.
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Posted 2/10/15 , edited 2/10/15
Kengo slid down in the seat as the cars sped by. "Get me to the secondary rondevouz." the driver nodded and pulled off quietly trying to look like a civilian trying to leave the danger zone. Kengo laid across the back seats arm over his eyes grin across his face. "Heh heh what an interesting guy. He just runs in and starts swinging." After a bit of driving and evasive maneuvers they arrived at a club.

Kengo exits the car and walks in. Mask over his face. He walked to the back to a stairway and up to a private suite with a wall of windows viewing out over the dance floor.

A man in a suit sat on a couch, a drink in hand. "Good job." He puts away a cell phone displaying a breaking news of a drug bust. "You did better then expected. The king pin of the ring was in the basement that you exposed with the falling rubble, it broke open the floor and his leg got pinned underneath cops picked him right up. There's a bonus in your payment." The man threw a manila envelope to kengo. He caught it without a word and left. The man yelled to him as he left "I'll be calling you again fox, maybe I'll even see the hound too." Kengo shook his head and exited the club.
Posted 2/10/15 , edited 2/10/15




The scene switches to a lonesome part of town. A patrol car quietly cruises on rows of dark alleyways. Its siren light serving as beacon, as the occupants searches for one particular individual. It makes one small stop by a passageway cluttered with boxes, newspapers and sparsed trash bins.... a strong flashlight beam roving up, down and across. It stops at a certain point by a wall, as if sensing a minute movement..... and deciding its clear, the said beam disappears.


Just before the vehicle advances on, another patrol car brakes alongside of it, and out comes the officer who primarily stopped a man back by the warehouse and lead the pursuit. He purposely walks around the other vehicle, and knocks on the driver's side to make a personal query.


The driver complied by lowering the window. His eyes shows surprise at the sudden brazenness of his superior to be standing outside in the dark. "Uhh, s-sir?"


"I take it you found no signs of our target?"


The driver answers, "No sir. We've searched every area possible for hours now, and we can't find a trace."


With a rub of his chin, the officer gazes down, "....... I see."


"Uhh Officer Zalkin, sir?" the other blinks in curiosity, "No disrespect intended, but is there something wrong with your commlink?"


"No." he uttered as if lost in thought, and as he turns to face that one dark alleyway, seemingly searching, his expression shows neither anger, pompousness nor frustration............. it was worry. "Its not the commlink at all." he adds in an inaudible whisper. In that earlier encounter..... in his mind, he knew exactly whom he saw.


"Sir? Shall we then continue the search?" Noticing his words fell on deaf ears, the subordinate prompts, "....... Sir?"


As if suddenly awoken in a dream, the officer turns to the driver with an acknowledgement, "No, no. Call off the search. The majority of the paperwork will be on my shoulders tomorrow, so no need to panic." he nods, "We've captured our bulk, so head back. We're calling it a night."


The man goes back to his vehicle letting out a sigh. And as both vehicles sped off, a hand can be seen resting gently by a crevice wall, from that same alleyway. His blue eyes peering over the road where the officer once stood. Slowly, his head bows low, as if a relative has gone deceased. And knowing he's completely alone, his lips formed the words.



"Officer Zalkin............................ Aidan."




((Scene fades.))





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Posted 2/11/15 , edited 2/12/15



A WEEK LATER





Kengo walking down a main street holding some papers flipping through reading some notes about jobs taken by a certain person. The name Kiro appears a few times, all the info is just jobs no background no real Intel. Kengo holds his cigarette to the papers that ignite up into flame. Kengo sighs "Nothing . . . Damn I was hoping i could find that guy I'd like to finish our fight, outside of work this time." He continues to walk around waiting for any sort of notice to come through related to work.

He took a seat on a bench and looked up at the sky. As the clouds passed overhead a stranger joined him on the bench. Kengo paid him no mind. That is until the gentleman spoke to Kengo.

"The clearing of the old begins. Your old ways of the sword will be erased completely."

Kengo shot up the stranger was walking away all he could see was a skeleton hoodie. Suddenly Kengo's phone rings. "Hello? . . . Yeah What's up, Kinco? . . . An issue? . . . Yeah I'll Meet you at our spot." Kengo walks off.

After a walk he enters the bar from early on the corner. He grabbed a booth with his bald friend from the other day. "So what's this warning?" Kinco throws some photos on the table, they show three scenes, samurai bodies, mangled blood everywhere their own swords stabbed through their chest. "These are from the past week Kengo, they were all registered samurais." Seems the gang you got arrested the other day got the idea to get rid of samurai." Kinco sits back in the booth.

Kengo looks over the photos the man from the other day wasn't one of them. "Hmm . . . I'm going to look into this Kinco." Kinco snaps forward in Surprise 'WHATTT?!?!?! The hell are you talking about? they are murdering samurai." Kengo nods "Yeah I know and I caused it, so i'll finish it." he stands up and leaves the bar.
Posted 2/12/15 , edited 2/12/15
((Bar Scene scrolls away.))
((Transition to Little Tokyo, Main.))






One of the busiest of times as the streets were lined with various booths on each side. Colorful lights mixed with buntings, dangling from one post to the next. The calls of vendors as they try luring more patrons to check out their wares. The mingled sounds of cheers, laughter, sizzling food and cries of tots. No matter one turns, there are signs of a celebration. A weekend-long festival almost akin to a Sanja Matsuri.


Thru these crowded thoroughfares Kiro walks. By his shoulder, his katana's tsuka**** seemingly bobbing up and down with every step, whilst he hunts for a vacant place to eat.


His booted feet stops, right in front of a busy eatery, lifting his head over to the menu displayed. For those few seconds, his back went slightly rigid, before winding it down to a sense of calm.


"Hmm........ interesting." his body remains rooted, but his gaze has slid to a certain point between the movement of the masses.


He lets out a small shrug of his shoulders and a sigh. Afterwhich, turns himself away from the eatery, as if the menu's not to his liking. As Kiro weaves between the tidal pace of patrons, his steps were a tad slower..... but his eyes became much sharper. More alive.


A shadow follows the man in the blue coat, as he left the eatery. Keeping a safe distance. Waiting for the chance to strike.


Kiro knew that there are certain advantages by being in a crowd, but such supposition doesn't hold for very long. He spots a yatai **** on his right that happens to have a vacant stool and seats himself down.


"Ahh~... Welcome, sir." the man gives his most hospitable smile. "What can I get you."


With a small nod, he orders, "Some saké, if I may, and a bowl of miso soup please."


"Alright! Coming right up!" the old man prepares with such gusto, while his customer makes a small check over his shoulder.


"Ai-yaaaa." the host's exclamation pulled Kiro's attention front and center, "Ran out of tofu already?" With a scratch of his head, he excused himself and heads out back for more supplies.


A couple of minutes' wait turned a bit more, and Kiro's brow starts to raise. Not longafter, a younger and thinner-looking man came in, wearing the same apron the host had, smiling apologetically as he bows to the patrons.


"Sorry.. sorry.. sorryyyy. I'm so sorryyyy." he bows in all directions. "Our owner suddenly passed out from fatigue, so I had to rush here to keep the business running. Sorry, so sorry for the wait. Ehnn, who's waiting on an order?" he looks at Kiro, "You, right?


Kiro merely blinks out a couple, before he nods slow.


"Okay! Let me fix your order right now. Sorry again, sir." the man in apron starts preparing the order........... while out back, the owner was seen curled on the ground. His hands & feet bound, his cries unheard from the tight gag between his teeth.


And as the cook turns and serves the ordered bowl, it was Kiro's turn to be apologetic, "I've forgotten to add. If I may also have a glass of water to go with this, it be greatly appreciated."


"Hahh? O-Oh sure, sure. Of course, heh." the cook turns to grab the pitcher of cold water, and as he faces his customer once again, he finds the man in blue seeming to chug down what's left in his bowl. The cook's lips turns into a snarling grin. "Enjoyyyed that soup?"


Kiro nods, "Yes. Very." He paused.... his body suddenly grows unsteady. Eyes fluttering low, looking down the counter.


"Uhh, you okay, sir?"


He lifts his hand..... nods...... and with sluggish movements, he pays the cook and leaves the yatai holding his head.


Like a man who has crawled into too much drink, Kiro went back into weaving between crowds of people. Knees in a slight wobble. Onward, he searches for an opening, away from all the noise and excitement of the festival. Somewhere for him to just relax and breathe in the fresh evening air.


Not too far behind, the shadow continues to stalk. Eyes watching over the man in blue, as he fights for equilibrium. Where he's heading, it knows that there'd be the least amount of people. It looms closer. Opportunity will soon open.


Spotting a sliver of blue fabric, before disappearing to a street corner to the right, the shadow pursues. Closer. . . and closer still. No one around, and its prey is within arm's reach. Slowly, its fingers pries away from the coat that hides it, revealing a held dagger. And just as the swing makes it halfway to a stab---


Kiro's right arm suddenly shoots out to the back while on a quarter turn.... digs his fingers down the attacker's forearm... a quick pivot of his body, all the way to the right.... left hand grabs the hair.... and a simultaneous kick of his left boot down the assailant's back knee, forcing him down.... finishing off with a strong ram of the face down the pavement.


"Arnghh.... ngarnhhh.... hahhh..... hahh.... anghhhhh!!" The moon shedding down light, Kiro identifies his attacker as a man in his late 20s. By the amount of leather he wears and his musculature, he can surmise that this one's a thug.


"You've been tailing me ever since I've entered Little Tokyo. To try and be creative, by having a cohort drug my food, means there is something I've not been told." Looking down at his attacker, his eyes turned colder, "Now, speak."


"I don't..... arnghhh-aaa!" he yells in a sharp twinge of pain, as Kiro twists the man's right arm even further. "hahh...... ahnghh...... w-w-wait, wait!" panting, he gazes up in confusion. "If you're drugged, th-then how come---?"


"I've dumped the bowl's contents while your friend's busy getting water." he calmly answers, "Repetition breeds suspicion and you're the third this week. And to this, you will tell me." his lips tightened to a thin line, "You will tell me what you know."


Finally, the thug was able to put two and two together. If this samurai had been attacked twice before, then obviously, all this time that he's been following him, he HAD been expecting to be attacked. He was using himself as bait. Realizing he's pinned down in defeat, he gives out what little information he knows.





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**** a street-side vendor that sells ramen, snacks & alcohol
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Posted 2/16/15
Kengo wanders around the streets in search of anything to do. He flips through pages of an internet site of local things. "A festival! huh let's check it out." Moments later Kengo is in little Tokyo wandering the streets in a fox mask, different then his usual seeming to be bought from one of the vendors.

He moves his mask as a lit cigarette meets his lips and he inhales. "I love these old style festivals so much fun." He grins and readjust his mask.

After a while of walking around he notices a man shifting through the crowd bumping into some people and skillfully avoiding others. "Odd he moves like water but then bumps into others . . . a pickpocket." He sneers and begins to follow the man. He walks by a man selling rice and grabs a handful of rice and places it into his money pouch and leaves a few bits of change for the vendor. Using the crowd and his skill he manages to circle to the front of the man unnoticed and turns his back so he is looking down an alley, with the full money pouch towards where he's coming from.

The man approaches and sees the pouch with a smile his pace quickens and he heads for Kengo. Watching in a small window to his left Kengo waits, when the man is within reach Kengo spins grabs the man and tosses him down the alley and quickly follows. As the man recovers Kengo pounces on him, the stolen pouches fall from the man. They roll a bit further down the alley and Kengo Pulls back and lands a brutal punch on the mans face. He pulls him up and throws him against a boarded up doorway the force breaks it and the man goes crashing through flailing. Kengo rushes in after him.

While flailing the man catches Kengo in the stomach with a punch. Kengo lets out a grunt but proceeds and the two begin to exchange punches, Kengo landing more hits then the pickpocket. "why are you doing this?" The pickpocket yells. "Sometimes you try to take from the wrong person, call it a life lesson."

By now the boarded doorway has lead them into an abandoned shop, Kengo hip tosses the man out through the old store front window glass shatters and the man rolls onto pavement smacking his head against the ground and lays unconscious before Kengo. "Oh geez, I hope he remembers all this." Kengo looks around and in the distance he sees two figure. One holding the other in an odd way Kengo begins to move closer after a few steps he is close enough to see who it is. Kengo recognizes the man in control. "HEY YOU, WE NEED TO FINISH OUR FIGHT!" Kengo quickly Draws his sword. " RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, LET'S GO!!!!!!"
Posted 2/16/15
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Kiro's eyes slowly slides to the side with a glimmer. His head followed suit, towards that familiar voice. Barely had he gathered the answers sought from the fallen thug, believing there'd be more with further prodding............ and now this.


Having matched the yelling voice with the face, he neither spout acknowledgement nor a statement of recognition. Without a secondary thought, he focuses back on the man underneath. "I'm in the middle of something important." he calmly mutters, "Leave me be."
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Posted 2/20/15
"FORGET ABOUT THAT PANSY, WE'VE GOT BIGGER FISH TO FRY!" Kengo looks at that man who begins yelling towards him for help.
"HELP ME STRANGER THIS MAN IS TRYING TO MUG ME!" the thug yelled trying to fool Kengo. Kengo walked over a small look of relief traveled over the thugs face. "Yeah right you punk, Mr. straight edges here wouldn't even take extra candy from a mint dish." Kengo's fist raised up and slammed across the thugs face knocking him out cold in Kiro's hands.

"Now you see, you are no longer in the middle of something so like I was saying. . . Shall we?" Kengo smiled at Kiro
Posted 2/20/15




Seeing the thug turn lifeless, Kiro releases the man's arm. His ticket to gaining data, gone. Remaining where he stood, he gives the fox man a gaze. A mix of pity and exasperation.


"You're an idiot."
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"Say what you will we have things to finish." Kengo took some steps back faced toward Kiro and drew his sword, then took a stance with a smirk on his face. His foot pushed on the ground as he ran toward Kiro. His sword held to the side ready to swipe itself across Kiro's Gut. When he was within A step of Kiro his foot planted and with a twist of his waist and swing of his arms the slash was unleashed and heading for Kiro.
Posted 2/22/15


"Tch," Kiro's face turns to a grimace as he watches this man step back and ready his stance. He kept his arms on the side as the other lunges forth. Seemingly open to attacks. And just as the blade nears slicing distance ----


SHHH-CLINK!


In one swift lightning-reflex, Kiro's left hand reaches over his shoulder unleashing his katana..... blade striking against blade..... a complete block and a push back...... and before his blade can complete a full swing, it paused halfway...... his wrist flicks, turning the sharpened edge inwards..... and makes its own attempt at slashing towards his opponent's torso.
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