open A.R.E.A 51 (Supernatural/Battle/Slice of Life) Roleplay

[Azura 1,107]

Auria got out of the car when it came to a halt and headed towards the elevator. She went down and went back to her room. The trip to and back from the casino used up most of her energy she had, especially when she didn't get enough sleep to begin with. Auria took a deep breath before laying down on her bed, curling up and closing her eyes to take a quick nap.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Sam, who had been waiting on the couch, looked up and waved as all of her team mates distractedly left to go do anything other than communicate with her. With a semi-disappointed sigh, she sat back down and sipped at her soda, playing an Astronomy game on her tablet that was essentially name or locate this constellation or that one. She had been surprised by the lack of repercussions her use of AREA tech and magic in shady parts of LA to catch those muggers earlier. But she had similarly found that the boredom of being alone in a military base was a punishment in itself.

[Chickey 383]

Charles heard a knock on the door. Causing him to get up from his seat and move to the door. He figured he knew who it might be. Charles opened the door to see Masun standing there. "Somethin' I can help you with mate?" He started before jumping back into the chair. "Why don't ya come inside. I really need to sit down." He added.  

[Samurshy 708]

Masun walked inside Charles room and was immediately greeted with a wide assortment of knickknacks on display hung up all over the walls of Charles' room. Masun's eye was drawn to a particular sword that had a familiar energy to it.  The sword was in its saya, and had red cording on the saya, as well has red braided cording on the suka. The suka was decorated with oni faces; an oni face on the kasira-gane, and an oni face in the menuki. From the mouth of the oni on the kasira-gane, was a chain that connected the katana to a weighted steel ball. Masun couldn't put his finger on it, but, he knew he had seen this katana before. Curiosity got to Masun and he grabbed the suka and the saya and parted the saya from the blade, exposing the blade. Not only was the temper line completely straight, but the martensitic crystals were embeded in the pearlite matrix of the steel, making the steel look like a starry night sky. It was then that Masun knew that this blade was made by himself.

Masun wasn't sure to tell Charles of his discovery or not, so he just decided to get on with what he came here to say in the first place. "So... the reason why I came to your room," Masun said, "is because I am not satisfied with our argument. I noticed that at dinner, you suddenly entered a meditative focused state where your breathing became shallow. And the same thing happened while you were driving. Now if I am correct, this is because you were recalling a past memory of something. And i think that something has to do with our discussion in the car." 

Edited June 1, 2015 by Samurshy

[Chickey 383]

Charles watched as Masun picked up the sword, and he knew exactly why he did it. He usually kept that one locked in a case, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. Before he could bring it up to him, Masun started first. The subject he spoke about immediately wiped Charles' happy mood off his face. "You are correct. People always told me I wasn't very good at hiding things." On top of his almost cold expression, his speech now almost entirely lacked his usual accent. Making him seem even more unnatural. 

 

"I haven't worked for the Yakuza. However I have worked with the Yakuza. One boss worked out a treaty with Area 14, and I was sent in to watch over everything they did to make sure they weren't up to anything. I spent about two years there. And I knew everyone fairly well. Including the boss herself, Hebi Mamushi of the Hebi Samurai clan. You and me seemed to of had completely different experiences. But I suppose mine could have been the exception instead of the other way around." Charles explained as he got up from his seat and walked over to a weapon rack. He took a few moments before lifting another katana from the wall. It was the same katana from his daydream that Boss Hebi used. He turned around and faced Masun with the sword in his hands and spoke.

 

"Mamushi was a traditional girl. Rules were absolute. Drugs were almost entirely banned. Except for marijuana and specialty oddity created substances without side effects. Kidnapping would result in execution, however she had no problems with employing willing girls. And I've heard you aren't a stranger to escorts yourself Masun. Her plans were never to 'bully the weak and make a profit from it'. It wasn't good sport to her. She often targeted the wealthy and successful businesses. The idea of preying on people without money to make money from them didn't ever register to her." He continued. "She had no patience for any mistakes within her gang. But she had a rather good standing with the common citizens."

 

"However she was also a very ambitious person. Things weren't all good. While she was able to slowly take control over almost all of the Yakuza gangs, her reign came to an end when she sought to also take control over Area 14 itself. She tried to have me killed, which failed. Before launching a attack on the Area base. They were already on full alert, and while she did actually come close to victory, in the end she lost. With her forces crushed and the other bosses abandoning her, she stood no chance in Area's counter attack. I personally fought her in the end, and I can tell you she was likely the strongest opponent I've ever faced. The only reason I won was by surprise and that she probably wasn't attacking me with all her strength either. I didn't kill her though, she now resides captive in Area 14 under maximum security." He ended and waited. Even still, it seemed like he was leaving something out from his story. 

[Samurshy 708]

Charles held up the sword, it had a black saya with a blue cord. Masun walked over to Charles and took the katana he was holding, so he could better examine it. Everything looked familiar, in fact, it looked Muramasa style. When Masun awoke from his hibernation the first time, he assumed a new name. And with his new name came a new style of katana forging. While he did keep most of his style from his Masamune days, his newer blades looked more sinister and precise. Ditching the old wavy temper lines, for a new straight temper lines, and not using the nie method as often, the blades looked cold and clinical. The blade Masun was holding seemed very close to the same style of his Muramasa forging, with some creative liberties taken. This blade was not forged by Masun, but he knew who did forge it. And the name tied it all in, Hebi.

"Hebi, eh? I once new a little runt that went by that name. I believe his name was Hebi Shinzu." Masun recalled, "Yes, in fact, he used to help me in my shop for a few years. I think it was the latter part of the 15th century. I never exactly taught him, he always just observed me, and my methods. Eventually he started making blades in my shop with me. He wasn't bad, but he certainly wasn't a master. This blade looks a lot like the one he would forge, but it looks a lot more skillful in its design. If I had to guess, this was forged by him, in his later years." Masun commented. "And it makes sense for the Yakuza to no longer dabble in what they were years ago. Area 14 all but crushed them for what they were doing. They probably had a reformation, and decided that the less noticeable route in earning money, would be to go for larger companies. It doesn't by any means mean that they are just in their actions, it just means they downplayed certain operations. But, they attacked Area 14, eh? I suppose it must come to a boiling point sometime. How long ago was this?" Masun asked.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

There suddenly came a knock on the door. "Hey Charles, I think my shoulder's stopped hurting. You gotta minute to practice some more? Before the sun comes up?" Sam leaned against the far wall. Being in the guy's corridor felt weird. She had drank through a whole other can of pop, and was no bored. She did not, however, want to go to bed yet. "I mean, I know you're not nocturnal. You're probably really tired. But I could use... the practice."

[Chickey 383]

Charles was about to reply when he heard Sam from the door. His tone and accent immediately switched back as he walked over and spoke through the door. "Sure mate, but I'm gonna need a few minutes myself. I'll meet you at the trainin' room in like ten minutes. But first I have to finish up here and grab some equipment." He answered before walking back over to Masun and sitting down. His speech faded back to being plain and quiet enough that it would be hard for anyone outside the room to hear. "The attack was about two and a half years ago." He replied. 

 

"If you worried about my daydreaming. I can assure you it wont be a problem. It only happens when I have nothing to do, never during a mission. My brain must be reminding me to fix things that I haven't yet." He explained.

[Samurshy 708]

Masun felt like Charles was holding back on something important about his stay with the Yakuza, but Masun decided that was a conversation for another time. 

"Nah, man. I wasn't too worried about that, just worried about your mental state overall. It's important that we work well as a team, and to work well we need to be able to understand each other. Just trying to understand you better, that's all." Masun said, as he handed the sword back to Charles.

[Chickey 383]

A small smirk lit up Charles' face after Masun's reply. "About that mate..." He said. "I'm a tad bit worried about your mental state too. See that sword over there. The one you picked up." He continued as he pointed to it.  "I got that a while ago. I was tasked to find a serial killer in the outskirts in Japan. Took me a while, but they eventually came to me as it turns out. She was a regular looking girl. Probably around nineteen, seemed normal enough. But once things got down to buisness, they were probably the most messed up person I've had the privilege to fight." He explained

"Sadist, took quite a bit of pleasure in killing. And the bodies they left behind weren't gonna be open casket that's for sure. Tortured most of them while in the fight. Preferred to take their time. Masochist too, they wrapped the chain around their right arm. It would often tighten up too much while in use and tear her arm up. But they seemed to like it despite the scarring. Fearless, showed no restraint and fought like a rabid dog." Charles said.

"Those are the traits I'd sum them up with on top of the fact that they were completely off their rocker. I wanted to capture them, didn't feel right to kill someone who was practically still a kid, but they just wouldn't stop no matter what I did. But there was this one thing they said when I asked them why they did what they did. And that thing was that their 'sword told me to do it.' A rather odd thing to say, eh?" He asked. 

 

"I was... curious of course. So I did a bit o' investigation work. And it turns out the creepy sword was created by this ye oldey Japanese swordsmith called Muramasa. Didn't really get any further than that sadly besides some things about him and the legend of his swords and whatnot. Apparently they have a history of being able to mess with the people who use them. But I always wondered what they'd be like. Someone who was able to warp someone else's mind with just a sword. For him to be able to do that, he himself must be pretty messed as well. So, I now ask, how messed up are you, Muramasa?" He finished.

Edited June 11, 2015 by Chickey

[Samurshy 708]

Masun's eyes grew wide in surprise, that Charles had figured it out, I suppose he is a hunter, and tracking does come with that vocation. So it does require him to be a detective of sorts. I shouldn't have been be too surprised, Masun thought. Masun looked down at his combat boots that came with his captain uniform, he then extended his right arm and grasped the air in front of him, his sword Haruki materializing in his grasp out of black wisps of vampire energy. The sword was in its cherry wood saya, with the cherry blossom branch painted on it. Masun tossed the sword over to Charles who caught it. 

"This was the last sword I ever forged as the sword-saint Gorou Masamune. Go ahead open it." Masun waited for Charles to unsheathe it before continuing. "My smithing was so great, I was revered as a sword-saint. People thought that my talent came from the heavens, and that every sword that I created was a divine blade. As you can tell from the feel of that blade, for some reason, these blades did give of a blessed aura. Though to tell the truth, I never believed it myself, and I couldn't tell you what gave my blades a blessed feeling, other than that I had perfected a technique of smithing called 'nie'. 'Nie' made my blades look like they had a shard of the night sky trapped inside them. Perhaps it was this technique that gave my swords that aura. Or at least, that is what I thought, until I became a vampire and slept for three hundred years. When I woke, I started smithing again, even taking on an apprentice, who I already mentioned. Smithing was the only thing that kept me preoccupied enough to not have time to think about what happened to my fiance. It wasn't until about a year to two years after I started smithing again that I was notified that there was something terribly wrong with my blades. An emperor's liaison came into my smithy and told be about the disasterous effects that my blades had on people's minds. I didn't realize it right away, but something clicked and I knew that my vampiric energy was seeping into my metals when I was forging them."  Masun paused and took out his flask to take a sip but realized it was dry. He put the flask back in his pocket and continued talking. "I mean, I was a part of every step of the metal's forging. I took iron sand, because in japan we didn't have very much readily available iron deposits, but we did have ironsand deposits. I was able to take ironsand. I don't know if you are familiar with the practice of tamahagane, but it is essentially layering ironsand with charcoal until it makes a clump of usable steel which was fairly low grade compared to actual full iron deposits. But I made clumps of steel from ironsand and charcoal, as well as forged the steel to make the blades themselves. I was involved in every step of the construction. Unbeknownst to me, my vampiric energies seeped into these blades, creating bloodthirsty blades of evil. I was very depressed, but I don't know if my emotions had anything to do with my blades' aura of evil."

"So, after learning this, I vowed never to forge again. Though, my apprentice would go off and continue using my methods and teaching others, there was no danger of him infecting the blades because he was not a vampire." Masun looked Charles in the eyes, "So, there you have it. I went from being a sword-saint to a sword-demon. I suppose to be on the same page, it takes both of us to disclose our identities." Masun finished.

[Chickey 383]

Charles listened to the story quietly, giving him his sword back once he was done. The thought of his energies sinking into the blade while he made the caused him to chuckle. "Have you tried usin' gloves mate?" He joked before pausing for a moment. "Well... I suppose that gets to the bottom of that doesn't it?" He said before he walked over to his wall and grabbed a revolver. He spun it around in his hand a few times before looking back to Masun. "Ya wanna ask anythin' else? Now's the time." 

[Samurshy 708]

"No, that will be all." Masun said as he turned towards the door. He was about to leave when he felt the familiar vibration of his phone indicating a received text message. Masun noticed that, above all else, somehow Felicia's contact information had been programmed into his phone, so that the received message he was looking at had Felecia's name on it. "How did-?" Masun started, but then began reading the text. 

Don't worry too much about how I got my contact information in your phone. We have top notch network infiltration and security at Area 51, most of the tips and tricks the NSA uses, they get from us. I personally loaded all of my necessary contact information into every one of your unit's phones. By the way, I hope you have come up with a name for your squad, because you have your first mission a week from now. You'll leave  on Friday night and arrive at your destination Saturday night. You will all be briefed on the mission on the private jet you will be taking. I will be on that jet as well, to brief you, personally. So use this week as a unit to train and hone your skills. This message has been sent to all the members of the new unit.

Masun replied to the text:

I did think of a name, our unit shall go by Fukurō, the Japanese word for Owl. In Japan the owl is a symbol of good luck and prosperity, it is also a nocturnal carnivore that hunts its prey during the night. 

Masun received a reply immediately:

I like it, Fukurō it is!

"Well, I am assuming you got this message too?" Masun asked Charles

[Chickey 383]

Charles already had his phone out by the time Masun turned around to ask him. "Yep." He replied as he typed out a small response to Felicia. By this point his accent had fully returned. Charles tucked his necklace in his shirt and took off his suit-jacket and put it away. He rolled up his sleeves on his white shirt and put on his sunglasses before eyeing his weapon rack, planning on what to use later. He got his dress shoes off and put a pair of python skin cowboy boots with white oak heels on. 

[Samurshy 708]

The week passed by quickly, everyone trained for the upcoming mission. Friday night came, and all of Fukuro was inside the elevator, even Director Davis was inside the elevator. 

"Lets get this show on the road, shall we?" Director Davis said as she pushed a few buttons on the elevator panel. The elevator moved up about a floor, but then Masun noticed that the elevator started moving forward, not up. It moved forward for about 30 seconds and then moved upwards once more. The elevator opened on the Area 51 flight strip. The elevaor sticking out of the black top, which looked a bit peculiar, but the elevator housing was obviously built into the black top, so it wasn't too strange. A small private jet was on the flight strip right in front of them, the staircase door was open and it was preparing for take off. Masun, Charles, Auria, and Sam all boarded the aircraft. The interior was very elegant, it was clear that the Area 51 spared no expense on comfort and luxury. The seats were all white leather. The seats were facing the cockpit which was behind a red oak door. The seats were able to swivel backwards as well. Each chair had its own wooden table, and if someone wanted to swivel their chair to face the person behind them, they could also push their chairs back a few inches and combine their tables to make an even larger table. There was a medium sized refrigerator/freezer as well as a flat screen tv and a full snack bar. There were also two bathrooms, both no doubt, as luxurious as the rest of the plane. Masun took the seat in the back and waited for everyone else to take their seats.

[Azura 1,107]

Day after day of training, the team finally gets sent out onto an actual mission, Auria hoped that everything she has done up to this point will aid her teammates and herself. She followed the group into a lift, which after a little waiting, opened up to be a flight strip with a plane. Auria followed Masun onto the plane with the others, and when she got on, she sat down near the back. She looked over at Masun but quickly averted her attention to the interior of the dazzling aircraft. "Where exactly are we going again?" She asked Masun.

[Samurshy 708]

"Umm. I don't know-" Masun didn't have the answer but luckily at that moment Director Davis filed in and sat down across from Masun. "That would be because I haven't told anyone yet. Let's wait until we are airborne before I do a briefing." Felicia interjected.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Because what ever it is is so sensative, we have to wait until my ears pop to hear it," mumbles Sam. With a bit of a sore pride (and a sore shoulder), she was not in the mood. Especially since it was still a bit 'early' for her. It brightened considerably, once she saw the snack bar. She went over to it instantly and started looking for Mike-and-Ike's, a childhood favorite. Also, she would soon raid the fridge for Dr. Pepper. The sugar should kick-start her to normal.

[Chickey 383]

Charles followed along with the group out to the plane. He had with him a large and heavy boxy suitcase. He entered with the group and went to the fridge. He poured himself a glass of lemonade and then sat down silently. He took sips of his drink as he waited. 

[Samurshy 708]

Masun got up and rifled through the mini bar finding a large assortment of all sorts of alcohol. Masun found some bourbon and poured it in a small glass with ice, filling it all the way to the top. Masun sat back down and waited for everyone to get on the plane. 
Everyone filed in and sat down in the seats they wanted to sit in. "Everyone put on your seat belts and we will begin our ascent" Felicia said, as she strapped her chest seat belt on. Masun strapped his on, and so did everyone else. 

The sharp noise of the planes engines being brought to life could be heard for a brief moment before the exit door shut. The cabin was completely insulated from the sound of outside, which, no doubt, came from the luxurious design. The plane slowly began to move forward, but began to increase in speed as they reached the middle of the runway, and eventually the plane lifted off the ground and into the sky, ascending until the altitude was appropriate. Felicia unclipped her seat belt, and so did everyone else.

Felicia grabbed a white remote that was Velcro'd to the side of her chair. She pushed a button, and everyone's chairs abruptly changed angle and faced the outwards. Then the isle floor retracted and a large, fancy, wooden table that spanned all of the chairs rose from the isle. Felicia pushed another button, and it moved her chair to the head of the table. Masun placed his drink on the table and leaned back in his chair. "Very fancy.", Masun murmured 

"Yes, well. Now that we are airborne, we can get down to the brass tacks." Felicia said, handing a stack of files to Masun, who took one and passed it down, everyone taking one and passing it down so that they all had a file. Masun opened the file which had a bold stamp that read, "Top Secret" with a United States eagle stamped on the bottom right. The first item in the file was a grainy picture of what looked to be a thin, blonde man, only maybe 19 years of age, walking to a market on a busy day, captured mid stride across the street. "The first item you will see in your file, is a picture of an incubus who goes by the name Apollo. This was taken last week in Kiev, Ukraine. His real name is unknown, but we do know that he is a confirmed Area 6 agent, taking direct commands from Vladimir Putin, himself. Turn to the next item..." Felicia said. Masun turned to the next item, which was another grainy picture, which looked like it was taken from a satellite. The picture was of the top of a complex, surrounded by a forest. "Due to information gathering, we have reason to believe that Putin is trying to usurp the current Prime Minister of the Ukraine in order to annex the Ukraine as a part of Russian soil. Of course, the Ukrainians would rather have a large bloody war than just hand themselves over willingly. So, we believe that, Putin plans to kidnap, and possible murder the current Prime Minister in secret, adn use his Incubus to shape shift into the current Prime Minister in order to annex the Ukraine as Russian soil without a war. This photo you are looking at, is the top of a facility on the outskirts of Kiev that we believe Apollo is hiding in." Felicia paused to take a sip of some juice she poured for herself earlier. 

"But what is the purpose of this huge facility to house just one important oddity?" Masun asked

"I'm glad you asked that. The prime minister is constantly under close watch by Area 18 oddities. They have some of the best clairvoyants and divining magi in the world. The clairvoyants would be able to spot an intruder a mile away. And even if they somehow kidnapped the PM under the clairvoyants' noses, the divining magi would be able to detect an impostor prime minister right away. They have been building up forces in this facility so that they can directly challenge Area 18. And they did just that. Yesterday at 23:00 local time, they attacked the forces of Area 18, and we believe they infiltrated the ranks of Area 18 with some of their own magi. Unfortunately, because of the nature of their magic, it is almost impossible to tell the impostors from the real magi. So they have quarantined all the Magi until they figure out who is who. They plan on going through with their operation to replace Apollo with the prime minister in two days. That's where you guys come in. We want you to infiltrate their base of operations and shut them down, with any means necessary, and capture Apollo as a prisoner, and bring him back. The name of this operation is, 'Operation Sunblock.' We will be flying over their base here in about 22 hours. At that point, you all will jump from this plane and infiltrate the base. Turn to the next item." Felecia said, once more. Everyone turned to the next item, it was another satellite image of an airstrip. " This is a United States Army airstrip about 70 clicks north of their base of operations you will be dropping on, there will be a jet waiting for you there to extract you."   

"Wait a second! 70 clicks!? That's damn near 50 miles from the drop point, how on earth to you expect us to get Apollo to the air strip?!" Masun exclaimed. 

"That's your problem. You guys are smart, I am sure you will figure it out. Anyway, that concludes the briefing. There are documents inside the files that give a bit of further explanation on your mission. I suggest you read them all on your way, we have about a full day before we reach the drop off point. Any other questions?" Director Davis asked.

[Azura 1,107]

Auria stayed silent during the entire briefing session, and when Felicia was done, she took a closer look at the documents. It wasn't long until she set it aside and got up to get a cup of water from the bar. '22 hours is a long time..' She thought to herself before she took a sip and got back to her seat.