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Click, click. The message was sent. Recipients? Yingshe and Remnant. Contents? "To the other new heads of Legion, let us meet and discuss business and our future. Blood marks the spot." Attached was a picture of the border of Shinjuku and Chiyoda on a paper map against a wooden table. A gray knife was stabbed into the map at the corner of two streets, and a single droplet of crimson landed next to it, pooling into a small squared building in a nearby alleyway. Signed at the bottom of the map, in the same crimson were 20:00, followed by a three-letter month and date. Shortly after, a second message will arrive.
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"Will this date suffice?"
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The location where the droplet of crimson sat was a seedy bar; it was reportedly where the current had assassinated the previous Satsu. Satsu being the name given to the head of Chiyoda. If one searched online one could see many pictures what looks like a traditional Japanese bar, except for one thing. Its closing time is exactly the hour listed in the previous image. Image of the Bar
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By the time they arrive, a figure can be seen sitting at the bar, two other figures standing behind it, their heads obscured by what can be assumed are black masks, except for the seated figure. Upon entering a seemingly young looking woman sat at the far end of the bar, cigarette burning away in her lips as she twirled a small glass of whisky, the sound of the ice cubes sliding along the glass creating an idle ambiance to the small bar. The two standing behind the bar were Vane and Maea, her two faceless lackeys wearing opposite styles of suits. Vane stood tall and wore short sleeves with a vest, showing off his light brown skin, Maea was much shorter and wore a full jacketed suit, hiding as much of her skin as possible. All three would glance their heads to the door to see whoever it was that was arriving first.
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"Welcome to the drunk Hydra."[break]
"How may we start your night?"[break]
"Take a seat already, the night's getting old."
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All three of the voices came one after another. Vane did a traditional bow, Maea turned and began wiping down a glass to prepare, while the woman, Satsu, kicked out a few of the chairs in one motion so that they didn't need to grab the chair to immediately take a seat. From a glance, one can tell Satsu did not have the massive sword that was on her back at the meeting of villains.

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[attr="class","TsukikoTemplaterare4"]🆁🅴🅼, Olivia Liang

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sometimes you’re just walking along the trash pile lookin at all the goods you’ve scrounged up for the day — and boy are the goods good… one of the perks of being in charge of this place now or something…

anyway way a stranger walks up and it’s a pretty notable moment, i think. people have slowly gotten used to me around here havin squish a few skulls, all of which weren’t by choice btw. i don’t really try to kill people if i dont’ have to. but when they’re tryna kill me it’s like what can i do? if i could come back to life i’d let people kill me sure but i only have one of these and i’m carrying a gift from a very important friend. i can’t let those go to waste either.

they mention a group chat… idk what that is… they explain it and then tell me that i have to go meet up with some legion people or whatever it’s part of my responsibilities as the head of shinjuku and i don’t like being told what to do but they were nice about it and worried they’d get in trouble.

so, i go.

“hey i heard people wanted me here but this is a bar right? don’t you have to be like 20 to drink or something? i’m only…. i think 18 right now but i’m a criminal so i can still come in right?”

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[attr="class","pintag"]#Tsukiko Hada,🆁🅴🅼,

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]An invitation to meet at a bar historically meant trouble. If it wasn't for the ties they had with 'Legion' Olivia wouldn't have even humored the idea of going. A chat with Arsenal moved the needle for her just a bit and with the terms set she would show up, armed to the teeth. If they didn't allow her entry then she would turn around and go back home, these were the terms of her engagement with the other members of Legion.[break][break]

On top of this she had Arsenal positioned not too far away. While her partner was doing homework she was told that if something happened to her or she wasn't able to check in to come in and kill everyone. The capabilities of a human weapon weren't to be underestimated and if any of the people in this place thought otherwise they'd be at the mercy of a girl with shotguns for hands.[break][break]

"So, what did you call me for."

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"oh wait no i'm 19 actuall—" yingshe was here now. cool. except she thought i called but i don't even have a phone but it's an honest mistake. those magic boxes are super friggin' crazy man. "i didn't call you musta been someone else."

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[attr="class","TsukikoTemplaterare5"]Tsukiko's eyes darkened as Rem stood at the door, instead of taking her offer to take a seat. She cared not for his age, it was his occupation that mattered and she hoped her subtle glare sent that message. Luckily for her, Yingshe showed up shortly after, causing her glare to soften, at least until Rem mentioned his age again.
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"Just take a seat, the two of you. Figured we could talk shop, get to know one another, and maybe I had a job for the three of us." Just as she mentioned a job, the male lackey jumped as if a jolt of electricity shot through him.
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"But Satsu, I thought-" Vane spoke up, but was silenced very quickly by Tsukiko's hand moving up, and making a zipping motion before pointing towards the back room.
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"Sake. For our guests." Satsu's voice carried the tone of slight annoyance with it; either it was that she was annoyed that her lackey had spoke out of turn, or that it was lingering from when Rem had stated his age at the door.
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"On it, boss." Vane looked worried as she rushed into the back, Maea glanced after him, but seemed to let out a few quiet giggles instead; It was almost as if she enjoyed watching him squirm, but otherwise stayed quiet herself.
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"Ignore him, plans change. I hadn't expected to meet the other new heads of Legion so soon so... I figured I'd aim for a bit of diplomacy." She'd give a sweet, but sinister smile to Yingshe. "Drinks are on the house tonight."
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With a quick sip of her whiskey, she turned in her chair to fully sit facing her two guests. "I guess since introductions at our last meeting were absolutely butchered... I am Satsu; or rather the new Satsu." Holding out a hand, she offered a handshake to Yingshe, and Rem. Either she hadn't noticed how armed Yingshe was, or if she even cared; after all, she was here in her own turf; it would be absolutely idiotic for one Legion member to attack another Legion member. That, was how you started a miniature gang civil war.
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Nobody won those.
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"It is a pleasure to finally meet the two of you without outsiders to get in the way."

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[attr="class","TsukikoTemplaterare4"]🆁🅴🅼, Olivia Liang

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“okay.” i go, i sit down, and she starts talkin a whole bunch… i love it! i love to talk to so it’s glad we’re just here for a sit and talk. i don’t really get to have those often now that yams is gone. it doesn’t stop me from talkin usually but it’s nice to have a space dedicated to it. i also wanna learn so much about these people, too! i’m pretty new to legion so, it’ll be a fun change of pacing gettin to know people who maybe don’t want me dead all the time? i mean… hm… this could be a trap but i don’t think they’d do that, would they?

“i only have one question so far…” of all the things, one stuck out. “why would you put the drinks on the house of all places? is this even a house? and if it is do we have to go on the roof to get them?” maybe it was some anti-dumpster strats. "if it’s cos of the raccoons and possums they’re pretty important for the ecosystem you know. without them, i would’ve been went hungry so many times.”

“anyway, nice to meet you New Satsu i’m rem.”

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[attr="class","pintag"]#Tsukiko Hada,🆁🅴🅼,

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]This old lady was not to be trusted. To be fair, neither was the dumb one, but he wasn't as much of a threat to her since from what Amber told her he had some sort of ability that interfered with quirks. Not a problem for her, but likely not something the old lady was going to have an easy time dealing with. [break][break]

"Pass." She wasn't going to take a drink from someone she didn't know or trust and especially not in their territory. "So, what did you call us out here for?" She'd look over to Rem and sigh. With his room temperature if, it was a miracle he even made it here, to begin with. "There's no need to introduce yourself, dude. She would have known who we were already if she went through the effort to bring us here." Her eyes would drift back to meet Tsukiko's. "Am I wrong?"[break][break]

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Once everyone was seated, it didn't take long for the youngest to start spouting what seemed like gibberish. If it wasn't so random, yet clear in thought process, she would have been offended, but no, instead it illicit a quick snicker from Satsu as the signs of alcohol showed itself as early as... now. It would be the first sign, and hopefully the only one before the other two had chances.
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"Possums... oh the imagination." Picking up her glass, she'd take a sip of whisky before responding. "Just because I already know who you are doesn't mean introductions aren't in order~" Satsu's voice lingered, before she'd click her tongue and continue. "I found potential work that... well could use collaboration internally." Leaning against the bar, and crossing one leg over the other, she stared directly into Yingshe's eyes. "You like money, right?" She'd trail her eyes over to Rem, whom she immediately imagined questioning the concept of money before giving a slight smile, and relaxing her gaze again.
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"I figured I could try to get one of the two of you in on the offer to perhaps start an internal alliance or friendship since the three of us are new leaders in Legion..." once again she trailed her voice, but this time it lingered to silence as she went to take another sip.
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"Don't answer so soon though, the night is still young! Any happenings in... Shinjuku?" She prompted Rem to respond first, even though she had never answered his initial inquiry about alcohol on the house.
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[attr="class","TsukikoTemplaterare4"]Olivia Liang, 🆁🅴🅼

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“yeah,” introductions were in order. and in chaos, too. there were in everything honestly, from phone calls to text messages and more. “plus she mighta forgotten me. never hurts to give someone a reminder.”

“internal alliance…” wow. how poetic. not sure what it means but i’ll sit with it before givin an answer. it seems the type of thing she wanted us to ponder on. did you know it was spelled ponder not pounder by the way? someone just taught me that other day. next time i order a burger i’ll use the correct word. quarterponder. anyway, shinjuku. yeah, yeah.

“ummm we don’t have a whole lot of lions but we did have assassins. they were tryna get me for a bit but things are kinda dying down.” hmm what else was there. “i met some people who aren’t really like friends but maybe one day they will be. but they kinda help out and that’s cool since i’m not really sure how to run a whole city or whatever that means. since yall also in charge should i be going by, like, president or somethin?”

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[attr="class","pintag"]#Tsukiko Hada,🆁🅴🅼,

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[attr="class","pinscroll"]It was looking like Olivia was the only sane person here. She really couldn't tell what was worse, the old lady in front of her with her delusions of grandeur from a role that you got from killing someone or the guy who looked like the type that would believe you if you told him that 'if you say gullible slowly it sounds like oranges.' "Whoever you're getting your intel from needs to do their homework." She still refused to let her guard down. "I collect weapons, not money." [break][break]

She would eyeball the group in front of her making sure she didn't lose sight of any of them. There was a high likelihood this was still a trap and Olivia, in a world full of superpowered people, would likely be the first to die. Only one thing was made clear from their brief meeting: she was not a fan of this lady or the kid next to her. "No, dude. No one is going to call you president, this whole Legion stuff isn't that important. We're nothing but normal criminals with a fancy title." [break][break]

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"can that title be president.. ?"

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