Chickey

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.