You should see me in a crown.
ALIAS
Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
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Jun 12, 2023 19:59:44 GMT
Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 12, 2023 19:59:44 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
Coward.
The single word resonated through Kioko’s head as she gazed peered across the turmoil still in full swing around her. The journalist was nowhere to be found. Only drunkards as far as the eye could see.
What was I thinking re-
And then she heard him. Calling out to her from across the bar. He had found himself positioned behind the counter. Kioko’s brow furrowed. The space between them pulsed with erratic flailing worthy of a moshpit from the early 2000s. At least according to the history books. It would have hindered crossing far longer than it had taken Levi to get from point A to point B.
How did he…
Her curiosity was momentarily quelled by his audacity as he declared her to be taking too long. It was a karmic statement, but the fact that Kioko deserved it after previously telling him to hurry up did nothing to soothe her ire. Fortunately for Levi, he was spared from immediate retaliation thanks to the distance he had put in between them. Unfortunately for the people now stuck between Kioko and the subject of her current irritation, they were in her way.
What Kioko had retained of fighting from a youth spent pursuing the path of a support Hero focused on stealth, evasion, and sneak attacks. It was perfect for a moment such as this. She was rusty, but they were drunk and wholly untrained by comparison. Kioko wove through the crowd with the same grace she had originally used to extract herself from the booth — and the same violence that had been on display since then through the hidden application of her Quirk. More than a few brawlers were laid out by quick jabs envenomed by the very nature of the toxic blade sneaking its way in and out of Kioko’s hands.
By the time Kioko reached her destination, bodies bent over blood and bile lined the wake of her crossing. She hoisted herself over the counter with the subtle aid of a silver platform beneath one foot. “How was this faster or easier,” she hissed at Levi. Literally. Her forked tongue even peeked out from behind lipstick blackened gates that more often than not bound it for the safety of those around her. This would not be one of those times if the so-called reporter wasn’t careful.
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You should see me in a crown.
ALIAS
Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 9, 2023 21:25:12 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
The issue with tempting fate was that it often rose to the occasion. “The way you came in.” Kioko’s words were spoken without an overt air of mischievousness beyond dry amusement over the general situation at hand. She might have been unknowingly living in the stranger’s head rent free, but she couldn’t actually read his thoughts. Especially when her eyes were otherwise occupied following the feats of his body incapacitate another. Or so she thought. For much of the same aforementioned reason, Kioko had no way to know that he was employing the very same trick she was with her Quirk in the method he made use of for his own.
“The fire exit is farther away,” she clarified through both words and a gesture toward a dim lit door down a hall removed from their proximity and blocked by numerous inebriated bodies either brawling or sprawling from the bar fight. “There might be an employee exit through there.” The addition of another potential escape route was accompanied by a second gesture. This time it was toward a door marked as Employees Only behind the bar where the bartender was understandably ducked down on the other side of the counter. They were likely the one that had phoned for the police being heralded by still distant sirens barely audible over the din surrounding Kioko and her unlikely companion.
If she was planning on giving an opinion on what route to take so Levi would know which path to clear, her chance to do so was caught off by a pair of scrappy thirty-somethings barreling into her at the same time as they wrestled for dominance. Kioko was shoved far less gracefully into the booth compared to how to she exited it previously. Perhaps it was some sort of divine retribution on Levi’s behalf for her being able to achieve such a thing in the first place.
Kioko hissed in pain and bared her teeth at the fools that now rolled about her feet at the edge of the booth. Her arm dangled under the cover of the table which allowed Kioko the freedom to unleash her mercury on its underside through her sleeve even as she moved her arm in a motion that made it look like she was capable of lifting and flipping the table over onto the pair that had knocked her over with just one arm. Of course she wasn’t. Her Quirk had done the heavy lifting before slinking off the table and up her pants leg where it was out of sight once more.
“Can you hurry it up,” Kioko demanded loudly and impatiently of Levi after the newest cries in response to her vicious side had died out. Not that he wasn’t trying. Probably. Kioko just couldn’t see him from her unwillingly prone position. She sat up, eyes searching for the man she had addressed to see where the commotion had taken him while she had been momentarily indisposed.
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You should see me in a crown.
ALIAS
Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 7, 2023 16:54:09 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
While the beating heart of Tokyo’s technology scene could be found in the industrial zone of Tokyo’s bay, its face was represented in a place far more suited for putting on displays — Shibuya. More specifically, within a stadium had been requisitioned and repurposed as an event venue for a tech expo by the various players in the game. Including Sovereign Technologies, the main host of both the event held quarterly known as Grand Design and of Kioko’s ire.
She stalked through the sea of people flowing through the avenues in between displays of gears and gadgets. As always, Kioko was dressed to kill with a cold expression that matched. Those that did have the misfortune to fall victim beneath the heavy weight of her metallic serpent’s stare parted from her path more easily than others. The latter were otherwise navigated by virtue of her equally imposing frame — whose visage further conjured fear.
Kushiki Kioko was a known murderer after all.
And the last person one might expect at a trade show run by her family’s company. Yet here she was, seemingly on the prowl for something specific. Eventually she found it sequestered far from any exits. How unfortunate for whatever poor soul was burdened with running the booth containing her quarry on behalf of the company that had created it.
The object that claimed her desire was a 3D printer. Not just any 3D printer though. It was a prototype that could theoretically make use of any solid material to make its creations and built to be smaller, faster, and more efficient. The amount of time it could cut down on producing commonly used parts without the need of entire facilities dedicated to manufacturing the various odds and ends Kioko regularly needed from the relative comfort of a small workspace made it worth any price tag.
Not that Kioko planned on paying.
Her eyes flitted from the prototype printer to peddler. “Tell me about your product.” A demand issued from forked tongue and backed by the fangs that framed it behind dark painted lips. Given her presence deterred that of any other potential investors in the project, there were precious little options to divert a much shorter young man’s attention away from the shadow-clad monolith.
Notes & Tags: Kei Hada | Outfit
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You should see me in a crown.
ALIAS
Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 5, 2023 18:12:51 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
Perhaps her awareness wasn’t what it once was. She was slumming it, after all. Two drinks in, a crowded chaotic bar, and an obstacle directly before her. Any of the reasons were good enough to justify why Kioko’s might not have seen the assailant with their chosen improvised weapon lunge for Levi after his initial denial of her claim. But she did see them. Her peripheral vision caught motion from behind Levi thanks to the natural six inches she had on him boosted by another three thanks to her heels. She simply opted to say nothing to him nor give away that she knew by keeping her serpentine gaze fully locked upon him.
She had been honest about her wishes.
The pool cue struck the journalist with Kioko’s intercession to stop it. She smirked in a way that bared her fangs. It diminished only slightly when he swiftly disposed of his attacker and then entirely when someone else charged toward her as the journalist made his second attempt at a dispute. Kioko hooked her foot on the leg of a bar stool, pulling it toward her before launching it at the person with a solid kick. It wasn’t an act of strength meant to knock back. She didn't possess the brute force needed for such a thing without the aid of her Quirk. Rather, the ploy was meant to trip and entangle. Which it did so. They collided with the chair, the legs of both entities twisting up together and sending them to the floor in between Kioko and Levi.
Kioko stepped on them as she closed the distance between her and Levi. Her weight combined with the pointed heels of her boots was an act of violence in and of itself. One which caused the stiletto to pierce into soft flesh. A cry of pain rose from the floor. Blood not her own dripped from her steps.
“Then clear a path to me out of here. I will not talk if I end up behind bars again because of you or anyone else. And I will do anything to ensure it doesn’t happen.”
The "anything" wasn’t said in a tone of voice that could be mistaken for a salacious offer. It was a threat. Plain and simple. The cold expression dominating her features confirmed as much. Levi would become collateral for her escape from police undoubtedly called over the barroom brawl if Kioko thought it necessary. As would anyone else in the room. Should they get away early enough, those that would remain would take the blame rather than the pair of Villains hiding in plain sight with their Quirks quite literally the ace up their respective sleeves.
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You should see me in a crown.
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Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
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Mercurial
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 5, 2023 17:25:54 GMT
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You should see me in a crown.
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Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 3, 2023 23:45:43 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
Huntress of those deemed damned by the deposed though she was, there came a moment where balance of predator versus prey perched ever so precariously on nothing more than a proverbial knife point shifted. Primal instincts of one hunted rather than hunting overtook more conscious aspects of Kioko’s senses. The back of her neck prickled. Nostrils flared beneath the veil of metallic intricacies. Muscles tensed. Slitted eyes flitted to and fro. For all intents and purposes, she was a snake coiled to spring out and sink her fangs into whatever threat loomed over her — but there was none.
At least none that could be seen.
Absence of a visual target did nothing to quell paranoia and fear, but she could hide it well. The only obvious indicator of awareness and concern being her further reorienting to ensure that her back and at least one other side were covered by the barrier of walls. Her senses would have to be enough to cover what remained exposed and were that not enough, there was something equally as deadly to her forked tongue lying in wait behind dark painted lips.
Even those with neither senses nor sense could not ignore what came next though. The room erupted in sound even as light faltered in its wake. Kioko was quick to act. Most things in her life were as disposable to her as she had been to her family. In the darkness, silver flowed into her hand. She couldn’t assume she was fully unseen even in a total blackout and allow the mercury to flow freely into existence in shadow. Not in a world of Quirks and technology. The metal coated the additional cover of her palm before she reached for the phone on her person that had been turned into an agent for another. It was simply unacceptable.
Hydrargyrum transference between hand to device completed and in an instant crushed it beyond both repair and recognition within her pocket. Yet still Kioko could hear the faintest of sounds rising from within the miniature mercury maiden she had constructed. Her frustrations did not end there as the stage had been set for a reason and the reason revealed itself to be a speech that did not interest Kioko in the slightest aside from the call out ascribed to her through a moniker which was met through audible disapproval in the form of a hiss that in turn proved its accuracy.
The perceived offense against her combined with her own beliefs being a complete antithesis to the message delivered to the masses led to Kioko pivoting away from the makeshift stage as soon as illumination had been returned. She had no reason to remain. They would come to her for their weapons of war or they would not. It was as simple as that. Kioko neither needed or wanted friends from among society’s trash. The two she still had were baggage enough with the oaths she had to fulfill.
She would have left immediately. The push through mingling menaces eased by the fact she towered a great deal over most of them. While she was not strong, Kioko looked strong due to her stature and the aura radiating from the Quicksilver Queen was imposing enough on its own to part the soon-to-be-dead seas. They were all just nameless NPCs in someone else’s story to her. Or they would have been if Kioko had not caught sight of someone familiar. Or rather, something familiar.
A solitary individual off to the side bore an insignia on an otherwise nondescript black uniform that singled them out as a member of the Umbra Syndicate that had likely been sent as a representative on the behalf of Kioko’s uncle. Her own disguise and the low profile she had maintained upon being released from prison was sufficient enough to prevent them from recognizing her in turn. For now. Kioko stepped back into the shadows of the wall to watch and wait. Knowledge was power, after all. Especially in the hands of someone like Kioko. If she gained information about the others roaming around and making friends, then that was just a bonus.
Notes & Tags: Just lurking, so no tags again. <3
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You should see me in a crown.
ALIAS
Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 3, 2023 16:56:33 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
Stabbing. Strangling. Stomping.
Each potential act of retaliation for the offense against her person was deemed too obvious an act to get away with in a full bar. As if things were not bad enough, the journalist had followed her from the booth. The obvious assumption was that he wanted a better angle with which to witness the further descent of the Kushiki heiress. It would be the perfect scoop to have exclusivity on. With the exception of her Quirk, everything about the incident with her brother had been highly publicized. People would be ravenous for a follow-up. Especially if it made her look worse. Which she was, but no one had yet to connect Kushiki Kioko to Meliora.
And if she had her way, no one ever would.
Kioko was about to tell the first blonde to get lost. As annoying as it was that someone had dared to touch her, a nosy reporter was infinitely worse. She didn’t get a chance though. He spoke first and… asked the other man for a light?
There was a flicker of confusion across Kioko’s face as well. Granted, hers went unseen as blackout claimed dominion over the space — and not because of her for once. She had reclaimed control over herself to be certain, but a different kind of CTRL had taken over. Entirely unbeknownst to her. Well. Not entirely.
Kioko was smart. She knew something was at play as soon as the lights went out. The sudden thud from close by and her wrist being released only confirmed that. Time wasn’t on her side when it came to figuring out just what had happened though. Chaos erupted around them in a tidal wave that threatened to pull them beneath the current as well.
She raised her right hand to her mouth as if surprised. She was, but that wasn’t the reason behind the motion. Her lips parted and liquid metal flowed past forked tongue and sharp fangs to coat the center of her palm. Just in case.
Better safe than sorry paid off immediately as a second hand laid claim on Kioko. This time it clamped down over her shoulder. She angled her head back to look at the much shorter assailant, staring him down with a singular serpentine eye that locked him in a Medusa’s hold as he realized the mistake he made. Distracted by the gaze, he was wholly unaware of the hidden metal shifting from Kioko’s palm to cover her elbow that she then drove into his face.
The sickness from both having his nose rupture into a shower of blood combined with the mercury poisoning was immediate. He fell backward, rolled over on his side, and threw up before clutching his face. Someone immediately stepped in the vomit. Kioko grimaced then side-stepped a glass hurled in her direction before she locked the original stranger into her irritated stare amid the unending madness around them to further distract him from the metal returning to her palm before it hid itself up her sleeve.
“This is your fault.”
She didn’t mean the lights. Or even the incident that started the fight. She had no way of knowing that. Yet. Kioko simply meant his very presence at her table had set the whole thing in motion. Which it had.
“I hope you get clocked.”
He was lucky she couldn’t afford to hit a member of the press herself.
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You should see me in a crown.
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Meliora
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Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 2, 2023 21:44:00 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]MISCELLANEOUS REQUEST [attr="class","likedoinfo"] DESCRIBE THE NATURE OF YOUR REQUEST: Add Sovereign Technologies to the Business Registry under Industry. RELEVANT LINKS: Here's the write up for it. [ link] Please also link it in the Business Registry with Sovereign Technologies' listing so people can find it more easily. Thank you! OTHER: N/A PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass]
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Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
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Mercurial
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 2, 2023 18:04:29 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
A finely sculpted brow rose in response to what Kioko assumed to be a quip. Then again, he didn’t seem to be the sharpest blade in the arsenal. Was he more stupid than malicious? Kioko leaned back into her side of the booth, arms folded over her chest. The body language signaled the disinterest setting in over how mundane her temporary toy was turning out to be.
He was obedient at least. Kioko watched him leave to acquire what she had requested. His absence was the best part of the encounter so far. Pity it wouldn’t last long as the bartender had more than one brain cell to rub together and knew what Kioko’s order had been. Lemon drops in a dive bar weren’t exactly the norm. Neither was the presence of someone as both elegant and intimidating as Kioko herself.
Air escaped past dark painted lips in a half-hiss and half-sigh upon his return. Awkwardness wasn’t confined to just his demeanor. It seemed to seep into his movements too given his clumsy fumble of the glass. What kind of person couldn’t handle carrying three drinks?
No thank you was issued on her behalf for the delivery. Kioko simply rolled her eyes once more, adjusted her feet away from the slowly expanding pool of liquor and glass, and reached for the lemon drop. Her hand halted just before her sharp black nails made contact with the drink.
He had said her name.
Her gaze which had drifted to her order immediately snapped back to the stranger and her hand retracted back to the safety of her own person. Dozens of different scenarios flashed through the mind behind the glare she gave him in response to her name dropping off his tongue so casually and without introduction. Of the aforementioned scenarios, only one seemed to resonate given her situation. It had been a year since her release after all. It only made sense that the vultures would swoop in to pick at the carcass that was the remains of her former life.
“I am not interested in talking to journalistic scavengers,” she hissed. Literally. Kioko extracted herself from the booth and unlike Levi, she managed to do so gracefully. She turned away from him only to nearly run into another blonde man that looked even more middle aged than the first. He had been lurking nearby ever since the "journalist" had returned to the table. It had apparently been some sort of signal to the touch starved masses that Kioko was any sort of approachable.
She wasn’t.
“Move.”
And so he did. He reached out to grab her by the arm to try and pull her closer to him and in doing so, he made contact with the bracelet around her wrist. The lights flickered for a moment as her wrath called out in resonance with the small amounts of mercury in the bulbs, but Kioko reigned herself in — between her record as a murderer and her secret identity as a Villain now, she couldn’t afford to bring the police crashing down upon her over something as trivial as lashing out at a lecherous drunkard. So what was she to do then?
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You should see me in a crown.
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Meliora
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Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
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Mercurial
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 2, 2023 16:53:26 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
Foolish.
A single word to encapsulate the idea of summoning Tokyo’s underworld to a centralized location. Whether it be from interpersonal conflict from the combination of strong personalities and the lack of both morals and often intelligence or the possibility of being corralled into one place for a raid from rivals or the so-called authorities outside the fractured collective of criminals, the potential consequences of meeting were daunting. Yet Kioko still answered the call to assemble.
It was not because they were her people. Far from it. They were, however, her clientele. The people whose blood money kept her from sleeping on the streets. Again. From heiress to homeless to homicidal in less than three years. Now she was one of the few that sat atop the black market tech industry in Tokyo. Fitting given the throne that had been usurped from her by her uncle.
All silver and shadow in her appearance, the Villain known as Meliora descended silently upon the designated meeting point. She swept past with long-legged strides and icy eyes meant to wither those caught in her metallic gaze behind the mercury forged mask adorning her face. Past those that seemed to be children playing pretend. Past the devilish doorman. Past all the trivialities. Monolithic stature and malice emanating from within the woman made their mark in keeping the lowest of miscreants away as the Silver Serpent took her place among, but aloof from, the crowd to wait for the guillotine of tension to snap and clear away the mystery of why their various presences had been requested.
Notes & Tags: I'm not tagging all of you unless interacting. <3
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You should see me in a crown.
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Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 2, 2023 1:47:07 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
Slender fingers drummed absentmindedly against the table in front of her. Kioko stared at her drink then the door and then her phone again. Sometimes she fidgeted with a silver bracelet on her left wrist, twisting it this way and that to either hide or reveal the metallic purple insert. The process repeated over and over until Kioko thought she might lose her mind in a concoction of nihilism, existential dread, and alcohol. The definition of insanity truly was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Yet here Kioko was mid-gaze shift toward the do-
Someone new entered.
That wasn’t uncommon in a nightlife venue. What was out of place, however, was the fact that this man immediately locked his own gaze upon her. Stranger still was the brute force bee line he made toward her through the sea of booze-addled blue and white collar workers alike. Yet nothing topped what followed his abrupt self-seating service at Kioko’s table — an act met with both a slitted eye glare and a hiss that rolled off her forked tongue as she coiled in preparation to act.
But his words which somehow managed to slip free of the chokehold the obvious nervousness had on him headed off any further act of irritation at the proverbial pass. The sheer stupidity, fumbling, and out of left field nature of the words reminded Kioko of others she found more endearing than most. There was another pause, this time on her behalf before she snorted and rolled her eyes. Apparently he was just another hormone fueled twenty-something with an eye for quality that was quicker than his ability to form a coherent sentence.
Still, because he did remind Kioko of those couple of Nobodies in particular if they had been merged into one awkward fool instead of just one or the other, she would humor him. For now. “You’re an idiot.” She knocked back the rest of her second drink. “I’m taller than most men and those that are taller than me are irrelevant. So no. I don’t remember them.” Except she did. Her grandfather had a few inches on her and she would never forget him and what he had enabled to happen with his incompetence. Those memories were demons to deal with later though. For now she leaned forward across the table and gave the man more than just a once over with her piercing stare.
“Buy me another drink and you can stay until I get bored of you. Otherwise, go away. Now.”
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Meliora
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 2, 2023 1:31:36 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]MISCELLANEOUS REQUEST [attr="class","likedoinfo"] DESCRIBE THE NATURE OF YOUR REQUEST: Add Noyote to the Business Registry under Food/Drink. RELEVANT LINKS: Here's the write up for it. [ link] Please also link it in the Business Registry with Noyote's listing so people can find it more easily. Thank you! OTHER: Noyote is both a cafe (during the day) and a bar (at night), but I've opted for the Food/Drink category versus Entertainment where bars are listed as examples because it is more flexible. I also have permission from Liven to allude to Shu in the description. PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass]
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Meliora
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Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 1, 2023 14:47:19 GMT
I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
It wasn’t the usual place.
The usual place was warm and welcoming with its familiarity and bittersweet in its nostalgia. This dive bar was warm too, but with the body heat of sweaty strangers deeper into pints of beer than they were hours spent on consumption. Sharp odors of the unclean mingled with astringent notes of liquor spilled across a floor sticky with more than just the wayward booze. This place had seen its fair share of blood spilled. Not like the usual place.
Maybe that was why Kioko found herself frequenting such a shoddy establishment instead of finding comfort in the usual place. She was a Nobody to be sure, but without the other two, she was just a nobody — one undeserving of solace outside of those few nights they still managed to both find and lose themselves and each other in memories of who they once were and sometimes, who they wanted to really be. Kioko couldn’t bring herself to drag the filth of the underworld across the threshold for a moment of lonely reprieve. So she was here and not at the usual place.
Kioko had taken a seat in a secluded booth farthest from the door where she could see said entrance and keep her back to a wall. She nursed a lemon drop as she watched inebriated fools teeter around pool tables and stumble off to never-cleaned bathrooms in between games. They were kept at bay from ever approaching her with a stare so sharp and withering it could make even the most lustful blood run ice cold.
Every now and then in between glaring at regulars, she checked her newest burner phone. Only two people had the number so far. She had hoped one of them might text so she could abscond from the backdrop of her rock bottom in favor of the usual place. They did not. So she finished one drink and moved onto the next. Pausing only to bribe the jukebox to play something besides whatever country music trash had been dominating the speakers for far too long. The music shifted, but the vibe of the bar and its drunk populace did not.
Not yet.
Notes & Tags: ctrl | Outfit
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You should see me in a crown.
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Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
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Post by Kushiki Kioko on Jun 1, 2023 11:41:17 GMT
Character Name: Kushiki Kioko Skillset: A+ Manufacturing Skill with a broad scope of ability covered by genius, expensive education, and experience as the former heiress to Sovereign Technologies. She prefers high tech projects that require a lot of intricacies. Alas, getting the parts required for the fancier and bigger projects requires some creative acquisitions. Population: She operates via the black market. If you can find her among the underground miscreants and have the cash to afford her services, you can get your stuff from her. Unless she thinks it will negatively impact her or cause damage on a scale she can't handle being responsible for. Or if she just really, really, doesn't like you. Which she is very prone to. Location: She's underground. Very underground. Contact is done through someone that knows a guy that knows a woman that knows someone's third cousin-twice-removed, etc. Meet up location varies but usually takes place in seedy establishments. She currently does most of her work in an apartment over a used electronics store run by a nice old man that says Kioko reminds him of his granddaughter. Preferred Contact: DM on discord or ping me in Plot Circle or General 2 (Samyah). Other: She bites.
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You should see me in a crown.
ALIAS
Meliora
OCCUPATION
Black Market Tech Spec.
EVENT TOKENS
50
QUIRK
Mercurial
Archived
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May 31, 2023 21:49:31 GMT
Post by Kushiki Kioko on May 31, 2023 21:49:31 GMT
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