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Post by Aria ! on Sept 6, 2010 22:19:52 GMT -5
[[ooc:// yey for eminem getting off drugs. c: it's a good song. <3]]
Tenma walked, fully clothed (for once in his life) down the street, hands in his rather country-looking jean pockets. He'd been told to come casually dressed, and Rohjyx had put emphasis on the word 'dressed', meaning; shirt was not mandatory. He was required to wear one, because apparently whatever Rohjyx wanted to discuss with him was serious.
He strolled into the Coffee shop, taking a seat in a booth at the far back corner, only ordering a bottled water from the cute little waitress that came to take his order. Of course he paid her after she'd brought it, and told her he wouldn't need anything else, and that a.. friend of his was going to join him later, and that she could come back then.
He spent a while gazing out the window listlessly, head resting on his open palm, his elbow propping it up in the window pane. He would glance over with just his eyes as the door chimes rang and a person would come in, walking over and sitting at a table, or at the small bar like thing they had going on, or ordering a coffee and then quickly hurrying away. He allowed him mind to remain blank, not accepting any thoughts of his loathe of humankind, onlyretaining the one thought of a glass window overlooking a misty, cloud-filled like place, thus making his 'white' thoughts just a bit more interesting.
Then, of course, he straightened up, as the expected person walked through the door.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 4, 2010 22:28:08 GMT -5
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One foot in front of the other, legs moving steadily in sync to take him to his destination, Rohjyx didn't have to pay attention to where he was going. He had walked the area so many times that even without looking he could tell where he was going and where he was at. No, since he didn't have to give his attention to where he was going he was watching those around him and mulling over the recent bit of information that he had been given just that morning.
Mexico. He had enemies in Mexico. They were looking to take him out and, being who he was, Rohjyx wanted nothing more than to go take them out and be done with it. With the war between the two guilds getting closer and closer to exploding daily, however, he couldn't dare to leave. He had Tenma though. Tenma, who was loyal to him alone. Tenma, who could take his enemies out and not lose an iota of sleep over it.
So, after much deliberation, he decided it was in his best interests to send Tenma to Mexico to dispose of his enemies. He was on his way to meet Tenma at the coffee shop to tell him of the plans and let him know what all he needed to know.
Feet stopping suddenly, Rohjyx looked to his left and saw the coffee shop doors. He didn't bother to hide his smirk as he pushed the doors open, eyes taking in the crowd in an instant before locking onto Tenma's eyes. He nodded minutely in acknowledgment and made his way to the other man's table, sitting down opposite him when he was there.
"I need you to go to Mexico." He said immediately, not being one to beat around the bushes. "I've been informed that there are others down there that want me gone and I can't go down there to get them myself. It'll-" he stopped talking when a waitress pulled up beside the table, smiling falsely and asking if he would like a drink. Giving her a slight glare, he shook his head no and waited for her to leave before speaking again. "It will be a long mission, easily a couple of years, but I trust you to be able to get it done. I will give you all the information you need, who needs to be dispatched and such, and I will give you the funds you need to get the job done. You'll be leaving in a week so you may want to get anything you need done before then." He explained, pulling a large manila folder out of a pocket on the inside of his jacket and handing it to Tenma. He sat back and waited patiently for Tenma to take the folder.
Inside it were pages upon pages of information, many dedicated to certain people. They were each grouped by the person they pertained to and each new group was started by a small color picture and separated by paper clips. Some sets were thicker than others due to there being more information available to the person they belonged to.
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Post by Aria ! on Oct 8, 2010 20:10:10 GMT -5
(I recently decided that if Tenma was a fighting dog in the past, he had to have a LOT of scars, so he has them in human form too. Cx)
Mexico? Oh, that brought back memories. He earned quite a few, if not all of his cars there. It was his birthplace. He wasn't exactly Mexican, since dogs didn't really have a race, but the time he'd spent there had left him Mexican... enough. He was like a mostly-american guy with a hella nice tan. All year round.
Tenma listened intently, nodding his head in a solemn sort of way, just to tell him that he was paying attention. For some reason he felt like Rohjyx liked that, liked it when he felt superior. Tenma loved it too. Mexico, ahh, Mexico. He'd felt that way there. Vaguely he thought about returning to the ring in a triumphant trail of glory that no one saw coming, and then vaguely he thought of dying there. And then he erased both thoughts from his mind.
And he listened. This would take years. Rohjyx hadn't said how many. That meant that he didn't know. Which meant that Tenma would be facing some pretty serious threats. He gazed through the photos, reading little bits of information and imprinting faces with descriptions in his memory. He only looked at a few, taking a discreet maneuver as to keep from revealing any of the information not meant for public eyes. The waitress was giving him looks. Both of confusion, and flirtation. He ignored her.
He remained silent for a while. "Ten years. That's how long it will take me. I'll spend four on training. Perfecting myself, fighting until my legs and arms give out- until my body won't move anymore. I'll do it every day of the year for four whole years. I'll make myself even more lethal than I am now." He said with a straight, serious face, no emotions in his voice other than determination. "In the five years following I'll take out the people in here. He lay the envelope on the table. "I'll cover my tracks. I'll use every tactic in the ook to make sure that even by that very faint chance I am caught, they'll find no connections to you anywhere to be found. I'll burn documents. Destroy buildings. Kill underlings. No traces of you will have ever existed when I'm done there." Surely this was the most Tenma had ever spoken voluntarily. He usually only answered the questions that Rohjyx asked, and said nothing more. Today however, was anything but a regular day. That soldier dog had been thinking, and he'd been doing it seriously.
And he'd come to one conclusion. "I will need a large house. Big enough for at least ten other people. And enough food to feed them all, meat truck a month should do us well. Anywhere is fine, but I don't think anywhere in the city would be smart. We would draw attention- and a lot of it, fast." Still, his face did not betray his reasoning. He had never asked for anything from Rohjyx, that was not his place before. But for now, if only for that brief moment in the coffee shop, it was. "In that final year I will gather others. No more than ten, one for every year I am gone from the Assassin's. And in the thee-hundred-sixty-five days following, I will train them personally. They will all be shifters, I know that the Ring I left had more there before you came. It was strange to all of us, we usually ignored it." His true intentions were then made clear. Yet he was not finished. "When we return the guild will have twenty times the strength it does now- I'll come back with ten more years of pure brutal fighting, and each of them I bring will come with the strength I have now, leaving." What he spoke was not a thought, but a vow. Something that would happen.
"I have nothing to do here. The week is unnecessary. I leave today. Unless there is something you wished for me to do here?" He said, finally finished, and awaited Rohjyx's reply.
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