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[Language] Homecoming (Open)
« on: December 24, 2020, 01:23:16 pm »
Ira had been in difficult places before in his life. Stowing away on ships, running into the yakuza, and killing people felt like a hundred years ago. And now? He felt like the place he's in right now is worst than any of that. Wabisuke was shut down temporarily due to 'plumbing issues' (not his fault, it's the neighbor next door), and Miyako dragged him to Club Skye. Out of the five or so years of knowing the assassin, he should have known she would've picked this place to celebrate her homecoming.

Friday night and Club Skye is booming with business. It's expensive, luxurious, and there seems to be endless champagne flowing everywhere. There are far too many people for Ira's liking, and he feels out of place compared to everyone else. Everyone is mingling, and thankfully the club has heavy circulation to keep the place from stinking up with h*rny people—music blasts from the speakers, and Ira misses the nearly silent comfort of his bar.

"Mimi, you know I love you, but this feels like punishment." The only difference in his attire compared to working at the bar is the lack of vest and tie; otherwise, his clothing is pressed and clean. His black collar makes him stand out among the dancing Omegas wearing glitter infested collars to protect them from unwanted bonding. "I'd question your outfit, but I've seen you in less."
Miyako takes a spot next to Ira on the balcony. Her own glitter infested dress barely covering her breasts and concealing her ass and private regions; necklace and earrings catching the city lights to draw attention to her (as it should). "Do you not like my dress? I got it specifically for this event. Why not celebrate coming back to Japan, and being near my best friend?" Her silver heels click on the ground as she hands Ira his drink and sips her champagne. "Besides, I can do what I want."
Ira points to her right wrist, where an apparent bite mark punctured her scent gland. "And what does Dusan say about your outfit?"
Miyako sips more of her champagne before answering: "He hasn't answered my phone calls or text messages in weeks. He's worse than you when it comes to responding."
"Says the woman who will answer the phone on speaker so I hear whoever she's killing choke on their own blood."
"Says the man who has answered the phone while having someone's brain be eaten from the inside out."
"We're f*cked up people." It's not an insult but a simple declaration. The critical moment where they decided to walk this life of crime embraced their personalities' dark sides. "Did you invite anyone else? Besides Dusan, of course."
"Nope. You're my favorite person, and you know how to hold your alcohol."
"Cheers to us." They clink their glasses together and finish their drinks. It would take at least a dozen of these to get him tipsy.
"I'll go get us something stronger. At this rate, we'll still be somber by sunrise." Miyako takes his glass and heads to the nearest bartender, putting in a request for two of their top-shelf drinks.
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OOC Notes: Dress and hair reference for Miyako's outfit.

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Re: [Language] Homecoming (Open)
« Reply #1 on: April 07, 2021, 12:34:58 am »

Callidora did have to admit that some of the places he had ventured, did hold their own as far as the nightlife, yet nothing had topped Greece just yet. Close, but it all depended on what their aim was. In his case, the aim was an individual but not in the same manner that one would think on a Friday night. It took him back honestly to both better and also horrendous days, however, the objective still needed to be complete. Club Skye………..this place wasn’t half bad when he actually gave it a shot but then again, he had never actually been here before but he was getting acquainted all the same.  Having lived here for two years now, he rarely went out so someone seeing his face outside of the office, or film set was rare. His lavender-like eyes practically shined in the lights, the glitter reflecting him as his constant aura was oozing sex appeal. He was more than a vision to look at and he could always feel the desire of others attempting to sneak up on him.  He was sure that more than enough of the patrons knew exactly who he was and he was being watched at all junctions, of course. Regardless, that was neither here nor there for the young beauty had come in search of something precious, or at least something that could be considered precious. Now to someone who has everything, and from his own merit, no less, what could he possibly be searching for as he ignored the eyes that were practically ravaging his body.

 
It was then that his eyes fell upon a blond-haired male and a woman that most would probably consider a vixen. She had on a silver dress, that was short in proportions, however, covering all the necessary pieces in which needed to be addressed. To be honest, it was a great choice and it seemed that style ran in the family, or at least from what he could currently see. Looking at the woman, he could definitely tell they had to be family. Looking for the legendary Miyako was easy when all you needed to do was smile and bat your eyelashes at the right person. His attire was just as flashy realistically. The woman bared her skin, while Callidora's left allowed the sight of his figure and shape while leaving people to burn over what it felt like touching those muscles, hips, and six-pack. He wore a form-fitting black sleeveless turtle neck with black jeans and designer black boots, although over his shoulders was a white half yukata that he wore open, allowing it to flow away from his body with his movements.

The flowers that hung off the jewels in his hair were an ornament that was delicately laced in, meaning, it would have to be taken out by hand. Regardless, the symmetry of his look and the splash of color made him stand out even more than he already did. His aura and walk commanded the attention of all he passed as he approached one of the waiters who held a tray of champagne-filled glasses. "If you would be a dear, open a tab and the drinks for those two there....." he'd pause motioning for the man to heed his words clearly, "Are paid for fully. Be a dear and hop to it." the bell tone voice would ring as he grabbed two glasses of champagne off the tray.

Taking two glasses, he would turn towards the two he spotted previously, stopping as he watched the woman alk to the bar. Whatever drink she ordered was sure to be added to his tab, which was the point, however, she would surely return sooner than later, having left her little friend, whoever he was, alone. "I normally wouldn't dream of it...but....I can make an exception." he'd whisper more to himself than anyone else. The walk was that of the runway, sensuous and light, giving you the light air of regality as he descended upon the blonde-haired man. Stopping directly against the man on the balcony, it was almost as if he glided into a graceful landing to caress him, without actually doing so. Callidora would memorize his face, a habit if you will. Let the play commence.

 His chest resting against the man's shoulder as he spoke, his actual aura radiating on its own. "A drink for the sober man. You look much too uptight, my dear. Relax, a little." he'd say offering a glass in the left hand to the man before him. His posture was welcoming for the most part and while his first mind was to come onto the man in front of him, just for the hell of it. Callidora would settle for giving a welcoming smile to accompany his posture, as his aura always gave off sex appeal. Callidora ignored the onlookers as usual, but to make things a little less stressful, he would avert his lavender eyes to the scenery around them to allow the male to focus. Teasing was always fun but he was just stirring the pot a little. "Do you know much about this place?"
his low bell tone would register to the blonde's ears, his curiosity having been piqued by his surroundings.

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« Reply #2 on: April 24, 2021, 09:50:01 pm »
Ira leans against the balcony's railing as his eyes scan the crowd. It's mostly composed of young people with their phones out taking videos and photos of them having a good time. At one point in time, Ira thinks he would have been like they had life had dealt him a difficult hand alongside the unknown man from his past giving him these powers. He felt too old, too out of place, too cold to be in a city let alone a club so alive that it's a strong contrast to his daily life. Had Miyako not returned to Tokyo he would've been at Wabisuke tending to his clients and taking requests. A part of him is glad she drug him out of the dark corridors and into the blinding lights and thumping music.

Blue eyes fall upon a white-haired gentleman from across the room. Appearance-wise, he blended in with the rich clothing, but his white hair made him stand out. It's easy to see the club audience staring at the man like he's a celebrity (and, perhaps he is) that just walked in with many whispering and sneaking photos to submit to various social media apps. Who exactly is this man?

The celebrity finally makes his way to Ira and holds out the drink for him to take. Ira does so reluctantly though he doesn't take a sip. There's a familiar aura around this man, but it's the kind that's lead to sweaty nights and sore bodies. "Uptight? I'd say I'm more out of place than uptight." Instinct told Ira to be weary, and experience wanted him to do otherwise. To refresh what it meant to make love under the stars and feel loved by another even for an hour. "I'm Ira, and you are?" There were always bonuses for being polite. Surprisingly or not, there were benefits to just saying a kind word, and some people would open up their lives like a book. At the man's question, Ira shakes his head. "First time here myself. My friend took me out here for her party." Ira sees a sparkling disco ball heading their way, and he waves at Miyako. He raises a brow at the two flutes and glasses in each of her hands. "What's all that Mimi?"

"These two guys bought me drinks so I got a blackberry smash for me, pina colada for you, and I didn't have to pay for it." Looking at the man standing by Ira, she smiles politely though a small part of her wanted to snap the champagne flutes in half. This close, it becomes more obvious to see what her dress mimics water, and flows around her like it was made for her body. The expansion of skin a clear canvas of hard work and a beauty regime to keep her flawless. "Ira, who is this? A new sugar daddy?" She partially jokes, but her pink eyes hold a chaotic sparkle in them. "You must be the gentlemen who put our drinks on your tab. Are you wanting a threesome or just company for the night?" Why was this man here?

While Miyako and the new gentlemen talked, Ira took out his phone and snapped a photo of his friend's alluring outfit. After the odd aliens trying to drink him out of house and home, he had gotten the detective's number which came in handy. Ira knows how chaotic Miyako can become, and hooking up with a wild card like Dusan meant that Ira was extra protective. That being said, he did enjoy stirring the pot and watched as the photo sent with the address to Club Skye beneath.

OOC Notes: Friday (feat. Mufasa & Hypeman) - Riton, Nightcrawlers, Mufasa & Hypeman /// Special thanks to Val for editing the photo for Miyako!

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« Reply #3 on: April 25, 2021, 07:01:23 pm »

For Callidora, the statement, remain objective and not subjective was always playing his little mind, no matter what other activities were occurring. The underground world was not one to be played with by any means and people were always weary. Under the guise of lust, people always remained curious, even if they didn't lead you to that point, it was always a possibility. For instance, Callidora never wanted to be what he had become as a child, but considering his situation and circumstances, he did what needed to be done. Nothing more nothing less, that is....until he saw the benefits and his escape. He fine-tuned himself to become a monster so that eventually no one would be able to control him and finally here he stood in his freedom and NO ONE would strip that from him. He would fight death itself, without the slightest hesitation and his figure left you to believe he was extremely delicate, but if you were to touch him, you'd realize that was not the case. This man was lust personified and the energy and terms that came with it were all thick with implications, hence his specific detachment to the physicality of it all. It's not as though, one could raise their tolerance to lust itself.

"Callidora." he'd state solemnly. It literally rolled off his tongue like the ripple effect on the surface of a liquid. His response was simple but he took much pride in it. He himself wasn't a prize as far as he was concerned but the attention he received was well noted. The blonde man now identified as Ira was clearly an acquaintance of Miyako. How close, he was unaware, until he mentioned his friend. That statement alone was dangerous in and of itself. Anyone that close to Miyako was someone to keep your eye on if the rumors were to be believed or rather the stories that circulated. Regardless, Callidora couldn't change the past, nor did he want to. While the man before him didn't look anywhere near as grandeur, he held a nice physique and Callidora took notice of the champagne having been taken without consumption. Caution was always warranted, but Callidora would seemingly relax his posture completely as the shimmer caught his eyes before he could respond to Ira. Regardless, Ira would receive a breathtaking smile for his abstinence in even completely facing Callidora for his efforts.

Aww, that was cute, the nickname he used was Mimi, which Callidora used to further affirm. the man from the Syndicate group described her and Callidora matched the image, the pinnacle of what most women dreamed of becoming body-wise. She was not to be trifled with and the man begged not to be mentioned at all if Callidora did do what he planned on, which was why he was currently here. Although, regardless, Callidora was now an up-and-coming hot topic in all of Tokyo after his two years. He was always a star but these two years had not been wasted, as he further extended his reach away from his family, solidifying his solitude for the most part. His original plan for coming to Japan was to find the rest of his family, mainly just seeing what the hype was about the legendary Saitos his mother would rave about as he was beaten and sold for sex time and time again.

In a way, he hated what that family name meant but he was taken care of to a degree at least, so, if for nothing else, he was blessed with his mother's beauty and mental fortitude, as his mother consistently beat him in her free time because of it. Never escaping the woman known as Tsubaki because her child was the spitting image, just male. Looking at Miyako up close like this, Callidora could completely understand his mother's jealousy in more ways than one. All of the Saitos had been unimaginably gorgeous, each one possessing a high level of intellect and talent in whatever field they deemed necessary or worthy of their time and attention. Her dress moved as if it were an extension of her body, which was similar to his own ability, a weapon, so to speak. assassins never wore more than needed and most would assume the strings in his hair were for design's sake when in reality, he killed with them. There was always a way to lure in the prey and while nothing was about prey this evening, it would ruffle some feathers for sure.

Callidora simply listened and upon the mention of being the next sugar daddy, the man couldn't contain himself. His seductive bell-toned voice would raise in laughter, albeit quiet laughter at that, he would sip his drink, his posture never losing its prime positioning as he did so. ​"Oh god, I could never be one of those. They're so boring, or at least, they're much too needy for my tastes." He'd smile at Miyako openly as he raised stepped back a little near the railing, although not too close. For her benefit, he would look directly into her eyes and throw his hair back from his face, wondering if the gesture would stir any memories of the woman they called Mother. Callidora was told she liked to do that often and so he would also do it himself as a way of slight comfort in irritating the woman he called his other mother.

"As for whether or not, I wouldn't be interested in a threesome, if that was an offer. I would have to regret to inform you that I don't do threesomes. They never end well, not even the solo relationships, unfortunately." he'd say nonchalantly, not really worried about how that bit was taken, but he would continue briefly. " However, company, every now and again would be fine, but just that."

Still, next to Ira, Callidora would gracefully down the rest of his drink in one go before placing the glass on the tray of a walking waiter. "Don't I look familiar to you? We are family after all." he'd ask wondering if she could figure it out. If she wasn't in the mood to use her deductive reasoning, then he would just openly say it, but if she looked hard enough, he was sure she would notice. Miyako was already defensive, and he knew that based on the manner in which she spoke. although, who could blame her, or even him. The world they lived in was treacherous. That was clear, considering how he even found her after the two years. However, now he was actively searching now that he had set himself up and now here she was. His big sister.  Miyako had jet black hair, where Callidora had snow-white hair, however, the eyes were both pink, though Callidora's were more lavenderish, still gave the pink glow. He wondered if that was a trait they all shared.

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« Reply #4 on: May 27, 2021, 10:53:32 pm »
"Oh, merde," Ira mumbles beneath his breath, and, poison or not, downs the champagne the man - now named Callidora - had given him. This was not good. If Miyako decided to go on a murder rampage Ira wouldn't be able to do anything without hurting his friend. The assassin didn't get to where she's at by not always being prepared. Ira instead takes the champagne flutes and pina colada out of Miyako's hands so she's only holding one drink.

At Callidora's words, Miyako's world went silent. It was like slamming against glass only for it to break, and the shards of memories floating around her. It had been so long since she recalled her mother's face that it didn't register that Callidora held similar facial features to Tsubaki. Were there other bastard children? Wearing the same face as a reminder of the horrendous childhood she went through? Was there a way to locate them and judge

Miyako can't quite remember how she left Tsubaki's body. Was there a body? Science and technology had come a long way so surely she was identified alongside the guests and family members who consumed the food only for their stomachs to tear, and internal bleeding to wreak havoc on the organs. Miyako faintly recollects sitting on Tsubaki's chest while force-feeding Toxic Love into the woman's mouth until her lungs and stomach burst. Even in the midst of her murder spree, Miyako made sure Tsubaki was dead before leaving.

Was Callidora like them - like her? Or, did he have a normal childhood? Was he a product of a one-night stand or did Tsubaki find a new family that she would leave the Saitō clan for? The thoughts stir long-dormant feelings, and it was ruining her buzz. Had she been younger, Miyako would have given in to the desire to see Callidora's beautiful face beaten by her fists until he answered all her questions. Experience and wisdom taught her to maintain control over those impulses. It wouldn't do to murder in front of so many witnesses. Her face retains the same smile and doesn't let any of her thoughts show.

"Oh? And how are we family?" she asks before sipping her blackberry smash. The bitter taste of vodka hitting her tongue with the lemon juice adding a more acidic taste. "Are you a discarded lover? Cousin? Or is this for those Tik Tok videos the young people enjoy making?" The more she looks at Callidora, the more she can see the family resembles. Tsubaki would flip her hair back the same way, and it's fitting only two of her children would carry the pink eye traits.

Ira watches in silence. It was obvious the two were more than just gorgeous people. In his line of work, those like Callidora were most dangerous as they could hide behind a wall of money and beauty. No doubt he could bat his eyelashes, and people would presume him not guilty even if he murdered Miyako right here in the club with cameras and witnesses. Whether it's the alcohol or the right thing to do, Ira downs half his drink before interjecting.

"Let's not fight, please. We're all here to have a good time. I don't want to clean up tonight." And he wouldn't be paid would be the worst of it. "How about we talk about something else like dancing? We could go dancing instead?" Gods, what was he saying? Dancing? He's a terrible dancer and hated being surrounded by this many people and scents. He'll have to remember to take some pain medication when he gets home - if he makes it home.

OOC Notes: Sorry this took so long! Listened to bass house / dark techno for inspiration.

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« Reply #5 on: June 07, 2021, 11:48:11 pm »

This was absolutely divine, as Callidora had no ill intentions at this moment, aside from the slight toying of his family. It was a blessing that he had been able to reach the pinnacle of dancing and acting freeing himself from all the people in his way. Callidora used those things to even create a lane for himself in the realm of modeling and it had been more than successful. The gamble he placed on himself was nothing short of genius although he went through hell and high water, without any sight of it coming to an end. Even now he still had to fight, however, it wasn't outside of what he was already expecting and everything fell into his parameters easily.

With a slight shift of his weight ever so slightly, Miyako would gain a breathtaking smile as his response to her commentary, which was quite colorful. Callidora had no intention of fighting her, especially here. That was never his goal but being untrustworthy wasn't what he was aiming for in their new relationship, which had only just begun at this point. It seemed her friend Ira was quite observant too as he practically watched the air spark with electricity. Both Callidora and Miyako were dangerous in their own right and with his statement of cleaning up, Callidora noted that he was also a part of their world, which would make things easier to digest as well. Considering how the people who gave Callidora his intel requested they not be mentioned was noted and he wouldn't betray that.

However, Callidora was a raised murderer and assassin in his own right. His physique wasn't just for the sake of the show, even though it afforded him many different luxuries, his abilities were active even now, whether he wanted them to be or not. Well, he was beyond skilled in the art of subterfuge and espionage on levels that many wouldn't even have thought possible, but it was easily done, without batting an eyelash. Finally deciding it would be nice to speak frankly, he determined he had slightly taunted her enough with the hair flip, her gaze intense as she stared at him. Clearly, she was starting to remember, whether she wanted to or not. Her slight attempt at provocation was to get a reaction out of him, but Callidora was most definitely a bastard child, that had lived his own life of torture and nothing was going to change that.

The beautiful male didn't want any kind of sympathy and anyone from Greece or the Japanese groups that were willing to come after him faced death without mercy. Complacency was something he didn't breed and it would never occur where he was concerned. His goal was the stars and there was nothing to stop him from furthering himself. Cocking his head to the side with a blank stare, he would get straight to the point. "I'm your younger brother. Probably the youngest of the Saito, or so I have been told at least. My mother and one of the Saito trainers told me about everyone when I was younger." Pausing for a moment to let that sink in, he would continue.

"Yes, I'm the son of a discarded fling or whirlwind romance, but rest assured my mother was the toy. Our mother never planned to take her for her own completely. I'm an accident but here I am regardless. So yes, you're correct in that assumption." he'd say as matter of fact. He hadn't been trained by the Saito tutors for no reason, despite being the bastard child. Again, while he may not have loved Tsubaki or cherished her, he did at least, give her respect for providing a place for him to live and grow up, despite being beat, bruised, and **** repeatedly for looking like her. his life had been hell and still was to a degree, but it was his own hell now, so that accounted for something as far as he was concerned.

Listening to Ira, Callidora would turn to him slightly, his posture appearing relaxed, however, still tense, in case he needed to make an evasive maneuver of any kind. His body was flexible and he was able to bend in ways most people never even dreamed about. That was a tool for both assassination and sex. There was no point in him being skilled without being able to use his body in all assets. assassins were trained for that very purpose as everyone knew, but who knew that the dark underground was amongst the light, even in the midst of a club.

"I'm fine with a little dancing but just in case that doesn't fit the mood, there is a little booth on the other side I can obtain for us." Callidora would turn towards the dance floor, his walk both masculine and yet feminine, a balance of both energies with the elegance of both, that most would dream of achieving. It was like watching someone from a high born house that had the most polite mannerisms, yet gave you classy, with a hint of sex. Maybe that was just the ability at work though. Looking back over his shoulder, Callidora would look to them both, the dance floor making room for him as a good number gawked at him openly. " Coming?"

The danger was everywhere.

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« Reply #6 on: August 24, 2021, 08:07:13 pm »
There's something about Callidora's smile that made Miyako want to rip it off. Ira, however, was finding it beautiful as the alcohol begins to take effect. When Callidora announced he was indeed her blood, she nearly crushed the tumbler in her hand. Ira took the glass from her hand and finished it. A waiter walked on by, and Ira politely put the empty glasses onto the tray. The fewer physical weapons around the better. It didn't stop him from ordering more drinks because he was going to need them to prevent a bloody mess if Dusan showed up - if he decided to. The man was a mystery box of his own.

Miyako, to her credit, mostly showed a calm composture yet there were sparks of an untamed fire in her eyes. Blood rushing to her ears and she focuses on her heartbeat to calm down. It wouldn't do to get angry, but all she can picture is Tsubaki beating her for not being perfect. And yet, she continued the family tradition of being an assassin. It was her own decision, and not Tsubaki's. Having murdered her entire family, there was a small part of her wondering what Callidora was like and perhaps forming a proper familial relationship with him. The thought covered up by inner thoughts questioning if Callidora was truly her brother and if he was planning on using her. After all, she didn't hide her name and she was here in public.

Ira pulls her out of her thoughts by grabbing her hand and pulling her towards Callidora. It's a bad idea to follow him, but being out in the open is far worse. At least in a booth, it was easier to take in the surroundings, and make strategic plans rather than being in the open. There were downsides such as what kind of chairs they would be in, and if the table was bolted to the ground.

"It's foolish," she states. Ira wasn't a fool, he well knew that. But if Callidora recognized her and is willing to talk maybe there could be peaceful negotiations. He had witnessed several at the bar. If Dusan couldn't settle down Miyako's Cracking sanity then maybe Callidora could? It's a weak hope, but one he could hold onto.

"I know. We don't know him yet." They don't know the extend of Callidora. To defeat him might unleash more trouble than it's worth. "The enemy of my enemy."

Is my friend. But can Callidora be trusted?

OOC Notes: I have to remember that Miyako is still crazy hehe.

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« Reply #7 on: August 30, 2021, 11:08:47 pm »

When you were dealing with assassins or just people in that line of work, it was extremely difficult to trust anyone and until proven otherwise, which again, was easier said than done. You were not to be trusted. Everyone had a motive in one way or another, or rather, at least in their world, it was like that. People liked an array of things but for them and people like them, it was the little things that mattered the most. It made the most difference.
 
Callidora was literally subject to both physical and emotional abuse daily and what would have broken and or destroyed most people, didn’t destroy him. The torture and other things were also effective, but they made sure to never scar him or bruise him in a way that wouldn’t heal. His beauty was one of his weapons, along with his body and that was what they prized, so they made sure he could always recover. So as far as Callidora was concerned, trusting people were far and few, if there was even the smallest hope, which, he never counted on. People were unpredictable but for the most part, he could always read a room and tell you how people were feeling based on what he looked at.
 
Regardless, at this moment, there was nothing about trust being built honestly. His dear sister would have to simply hear his story and then decide whether she was willing to believe it. Judging by the reaction she had to him spilling the very small truth that he did speak, he could see the anger that stirred without taking over, and that in itself cleared up one thing at the very least, he wasn’t the only one. His living mother, Hera, was the one he despised more than anything else in the world. He had never been enough even with how perfect he seemed. Guess they all had some trauma. Maybe that was just a family trait.
 
Callidora was a unique character though. Bold and straightforward to a fault but playful in a sassy manner if he wanted to play the game. Regardless, he wouldn’t give you filler, considering there was always something behind his words if you deigned to seek. Looking forward to a plush both, Callidora had a light wave of his Aura roll over the people in front of him. They were already staring but they parted like the red sea for them to enter, their eyes seemingly hungry as they watched Callidora slip into the booth. His attitude was nonchalant as he moved, no one really knew he just used a power considering he didn’t conjure the full aura to envelope him. It just so happened to always be active and he could pull you into it if he wanted.  He was sure Miyako and Ira would either wonder or notice the slight change in this group compared to the others.
 
He sat in the ‘U’ shaped booth allowing either of them to sit side by side or for them to cover either side. “If it would please you, pick your seats. I don’t mind putting myself at a disadvantage in one aspect.” Even Callidora had the thought of it being risky but he also didn’t have a full fear of life and death. It wasn’t the first time his life could have been in danger, and it wouldn’t be the last. “Let’s not act like we don’t know we’re all dangerous here. Not to mention, I willingly approached you. At least you two trust one another so that is an advantage to this situation.” He wasn’t trying to be a smart ass, but it was a fact, no matter how they looked at it.

This also would allow them a view into his own mind and thought process which was no doubt similar to their own. While he was also forced to be reckoned with, he knew he was dealing with two skilled individuals in their own right.
 
Taking a second to let that sink in and for them to make their decision, he would allow them to be the first to decide on what the topic of conversation would be. He came here specifically for her, so there was no leaving until he addressed her. She could do what she would with that but he had no plans of dying or stirring drama for no reason. Maybe stir the pot but every time he came into contact with the family the pot would be stirred. " I spoke to a few people and was able to find you. Which in this case was quite fortuitous indeed. It seemed my requests were heard and answered accordingly, despite some......aversion." he'd say cooly as he smiled, giving both a dazzling row of white teeth, his eyes seemingly shining back to Miyako and Ira in the dim light. He was sure they all knew how dangerous this situation was, but that didn't mean it had to be the main issue.

Their assassinations weren't all of their life. They have things they do outside of that, no matter how drilled into them it has been and become. Murderers.....the whole lot of them. It almost looked like a lion asking his prey to come close with their guard down, however, it's not like they weren't ferocious either regardless of his good intentions. It was a risk he was willing to take. He came therefore answers. Answers he was planning to receive.

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« Reply #8 on: October 14, 2021, 12:37:19 am »
Ira and Miyako took note of how the club-goers step aside like magic. For two people who blend into darkness and shadows, the light cast upon them for following Callidora was unusual. Ira himself didn't like attention being on him unless it was from a lover or friends. Miyako practically tasting the sexual tension, and it's easy to pick up on the arousals of others. Though she easily caves in for Dusan, she finds their lack of restraint weak and pathetic. Lust is a base chemical reaction, and to fall into that mindset told more of what the individual would be willing to do once in it. Lust made people stupid, and stupid people agreed to stupid contracts.

At Callidora's words, Ira and Miyako took a spot on either side of the white-haired man; Ira to Callidora's left and Miyako to his right. They've been on enough missions to read each other's thought patterns and move accordingly. To anyone not knowing their abilities, Callidora was surrounded. Both Miyako's and Ira's close-range abilities were deadly to ensure if something were to happen, the man would fall before he left the table. Ira motions to whatever waiter is walking by for more drinks.

"I'm curious who told you my whereabouts, but it wouldn't be hard given I've kept my surname. Had I wanted to hide, I would've changed it, but that's not what I wanted." Miyako responds. All it would take is a quick look into her banking and realty records to show the rather large purchase (paid in full) of her home. Not to mention the permits and construction of a basement fully stocked to aid in her experiments and advancing her medical knowledge along with some other additions. "The others are dead and good riddance. No point in searching for them. I don't even know where their graves are located." That night was a blur of pink, blood, and laughter.

"I'm curious to know why now of all times?" Ira inquires. The choice of revelation was unusual, but not uncommon in his line of work. People did this every so often at Wabisuke, and it kept him on his toes in case the friendship turned to soar. However, he wanted to know Callidora's opinion. The waiter came by and set several drinks down. Miyako snatching the blackberry vodka gimlet and gulping it. "Are you planning on starting up the Saitō linage now that the others are deceased?"

Miyako snorts and laughs into her drink like Ira told a great joke. "Who wants to restart that dead clan? No one. It's trash. There have been estranged family members who've tried and ended up dead. Not by me, but by those seeking revenge on what I did." She downs her drink and slams the glass down on the table. The music is so loud that no one could hear it. Looking over at Callidora, she leans in as if going to kiss him, but stops several inches from his face. "I don't care if you're a bastard, but your eyes make me want to cut them out and squeeze them in my hands." It wasn't a personal attack, but more letting past anger at Tsubaki out. Neither of her children could help they had her eyes. It took Miyako a long time to accept her eye color as her own, and not thinking about the woman who tortured her in the name of tradition. "But, as far as I'm concerned, tradition can suck a d*ck." She grabs another glass, not caring what its contents were, and downs it like a shot.

Ira observes their behaviors and sighs heavily. He's far too old for this. Checking his phone, there are no new messages. Even if Dusan read his message, the man wouldn't respond anyhow. For now, he'll have to strategize as if Dusan wasn't coming. "Mimi, you should settle down on the drinking." Like she'd listen to him. He doesn't understand why she's drinking so much so quickly.
OOC Notes: Literally listened to Anime Tiddies by Simon Chylinski on repeat for this. Don't judge.

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Re: [Language] Homecoming (Open)
« Reply #9 on: February 23, 2022, 12:02:17 am »

Even in a situation that was as dangerous as this one, Callidora sat completely unfazed that he had no idea what their abilities were in the complete capacity. Of course, you never really knew until a fight began and you got to experience that. Callidora's ability was more than just a magic technique, it was part of his being and he embodied it in every form. It was never inactive and as a result, he never had to worry about the activation. His most lethal technique could diffuse an entire area, although, he never liked when that happened. Lust turned everyone into such base creatures. It was like he was lust personified, without falling victim to it I any form. even in his ruts, he would be hot but fine. He could form rational thought and while everyone could want him and he could have ample help, he refuses every time. His body had been ravaged for years and he would be Damned if a rut would change how he operated. Little did he know, that was a sentiment he and his sister shared.

"I am new to Japan, and even so, I have started to build a name for myself here. This is where part of my family is from and I left the United States and fame there to come here and find all of you, or what's left at least." he'd shrug lightly as he reached for the glass in front of him that held a Midori Sour. Bringing the glass to his nose momentarily, he would sniff it lightly savoring the scent before taking a few sips. " As for the man that gave me your information, he specifically gave me the story of what you were doing outside of the family. Doctor, awards, and the like. I promise he won't be a bother, so please, I ask that you be gracious on his soul and forgive him." He'd chuckle at that part a little. It wasn't like the man stood a chance where Callidora was concerned.

He could make a man or woman crumble at his feet if he wanted to. It was a good ability to have but at the same time it was again something dangerous. He was dangerous and thats all that he could really say. His mystery was just who he was as a individual tight lipped, but well versed in gaining what he needed information wise and heart wise too. Although, in this moment, he wasn't attempting to pull any strings. "Well, what's done is done. Nothing will bring back the dead, although much is gleamed from them." With a small pause, he would tilt his head momentarily before sipping again. "I never thought of actually being able to find Tsubaki, despite me being her spitting image, or so I've been told at least."

They were all dead, or at least, from her current knowledge, she was the only one left. There had been others and it was stilll possible considering she did say some people have tried to resurrect the Saito. That wasn't his mission but he was here now and free in his own way. Ira's statement would earn a bright smile, although that was simply to stop him from laughing. "I am not interested in rebuilding or bringing the Saito to glory. While it may be my last name, I will say that it has caused me hell since the day I was born. Regardless, it is a part of me and I won't run from, nor neglect that. In lighter ways, I guess you could say I am here to see what family I do have. I knew of the others but never could meet them or would be allowed to. My mother made sure of that."

It was sad to say the least but Callidora had really only come to find her to learn of what the family had amounted to in the end. That and to see if his siblings were worth any lick of salt. Miyako seemed to have been for sure and it would have been nice for him to have an elder sister but that wasn't the life he was given. Even so, he needed to see for himself as much as anything else. Callidora was never one to allow others to deter him from something that he was going to do. Now he could be persuaded of course, if your opinion actually meant something to him but he was really here just for family. He was always a little mischievous, even if that was never his intention. He was somewhat chaotic considering he was made to be a sex slave, entertainer, assassin, informant, among many other things. It was beaten into him and he was **** and beaten, though, never hit in the face, for his looks were part of what sold and lead many to covet the high born Omega.

Listening to Miyako talk about the people he had only read about on pieces of paper and or that he had heard of through the spoken word was interesting in and of itself. He had never seen his mother or any of them for that matter, but he was told that he was her spitting image in appearance, just male. He he had the same facial features, same hair color, same eye color. There was no way Tsubaki would have ever been able to deny him and that is without a doubt as it seemed Miyako would confirm. With a light laugh, Callidora would look to Miyako as she sat in his face. " You know it's interesting because I never thought I would see the same pink lavender eyes staring back at me. I wonder if this is what people see when they see me too."

Turning to take another sip of his drink, he would look from his left to his right, staring at both Ira and Miyako. "Is this the first time someone has approached you both regarding something like this, or is this something that has occurred often? I mean in our line of work, people probably have regrets. Mine is simple curiosity about the part of my life that was absent in all forms, while being present in ghost form." As he leaned back to gracefully down the rest of his drink in one go, he would lightly place the glass on the table of in front of him with a light push that would move it to the middle of the table.

 


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