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Post by RousGAY on Aug 8, 2013 22:03:27 GMT
On the outskirts of the City, hidden in a forest inhabited by wild and dangerous animals is one of RousGAY's most used private homes, his personal 5 story Mansion. It was more than amazing, as no one in all of Japan probably had a home that was so well designed to the personal touch while being fortified as if it were a military base. Agents were all over the grounds at all times of the day, ready for any intruder that was uninvited. They all carried duel disks and a set deck designed by RousGAY himself, but this was just the kicker. Moreover to the point of its mention, he used it to figure plans and operate things he felt he needed secrecy of the ultimate level for in Paradox City. He was here at this moment. He had a problem that needed solving. Without Sasuke's knowledge, one of his agents had tracked Sasuke on a night that he had traveled ironically looking to find information on himself to some boys personal playground. There, Sasuke managed to somehow lose a duel against a T.G. deck, accourding to his Agent. This was a problem. RousGAY may have not liked Sasuke, but the family name was as important as the blood in his veins. This meant that the blood in his veins, needed purification in order for him to be content again. He sat in his office, awaiting the arrival of a special guest as he stood, walking towards the window that out looked the front of his Mansion as he waited with anxiety for his special guest.
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Post by Eugene Chaud on Aug 8, 2013 23:17:41 GMT
“Took you guys long enough.” Eugene spoke as he stretched his arms behind his head. He had been waiting longer than he would’ve like for a client, but the client paid well, and time is money after all. He’d let it slide as he guessed that a poorly dressed man who reeked of alcohol didn’t exactly scream ‘Important Visitor.’
Something caught his eye, as he was being rushed through the courtyard. A man—no, a boy stood at the window of the top floor, covered in black and with eyes that held a visage as if he was looking down on his own little plaything. He didn't get to look very long before he was quickly moved into the building.
“Haha! Don’t tell me you big, tough guys work for that little kid, do yo--” He didn’t get to finish before he was pushed into an Elevator, with a bit more force than necessary. “I wouldn’t be laughing, you do too.” One of the guards said as steel doors closed on him. He watched as the glowing golden numbers at the top of the doors ticked up.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
Then the doors opened into a surprisingly comforting house setting. One in which that boy in black stood.
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Post by RousGAY on Aug 8, 2013 23:39:11 GMT
As the Elevator open, Eugene inevitably stepping out and probably exploring the room with his eyes, RousGAY stood in his normal attire; long black designer coat, black gloves, black shoes, and his favorite scarf. His notice of Eugene's presence wasn't ignored, but he did not turn around to face the man. His thoughts were elsewhere for a moment, still distraught by even thinking that he had to waste his time setting up an assassination or possibly a punishment for some street urchin who probably traveled the slums of this decrepit City,"Sasuke.. what could you possibly have been doing to fail in a duel against someone.. moreover, what sort of T.G. deck could have defeated your own?.." He thought to himself, a slight anger travelling through his body to his hands, tightening their grip on each other.
He finally turned around.
To his surprise, a rather ragged looking man who did not appear to precede his reputation was standing before him. RousGAY wasn't naïve enough to judge him completely on looks alone, but he had assumed a man with reputation of this ones stature would be more.. quaint, to put it into words. He looked him up and down, a brow raised as he walked around the couch in front of the window, and approached the man. He wreaked of alcoholic beverage, did this guy actually come to his estate.. drunk?
"Well.. You're Eugene Chaud I presume.." He said reluctantly, walking around his own desk and sitting, pointing for only a second to the couch in front of it to signal that Eugene take a seat.
"The Hazy Flame Hitman, am I correct?" Eugene might have been surprised at RousGAY's thorough knowledge on his employee, but RousGAY was damned good at finding out things through versatile methods. That was one thing that had made the hit easier to be set up, as he could inform him on the basics of any hit that he would assign to this man.
Well, that was if he could perform this one.
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Post by Eugene Chaud on Aug 9, 2013 0:00:13 GMT
Eugene took in his surrounds. Nothing too crazy—if you didn’t consider what was practically a base being so comfortable looking crazy, that is. Despite it’s pleasant feeling Eugene could tell this wasn’t just some expensive cozy room… everything placed so purposefully, so mathematically symmetric, small electronics visible on the walls and furniture. This may as well been cement square for all the fortitude it must have provided.
The boy in black stared at him a bit. Walked. Stared. Then finally spoke as he motioned to for him to take a seat. Eugene laid his body across the couch, using one of the cushions as a pillow.
“Hazy Flame Hitman? Ha, People always give off these scary nicknames as if I’m some kinda legend or something!” laughed Eugene. He scanned the boy in detail. He had known who he was, nothing too strange there. “Well... that’s me,” He yawned as he stretched his body further out on the couch, “So what’s it you want done?”
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Post by RousGAY on Aug 9, 2013 0:09:54 GMT
"Hmph"
His attitude was more than lax, and he obviously had nerve to lay across the couch as he did. RousGAY took note of this. He examined a few papers on his desk before placing them in a folder. They were detailed notes on the kiddo who had caused problems with the wrong family. He sighed, looking at the man once more and thinking how ridiculously comfortable he had made himself. He wanted to shake his head, but like he stated before, he wouldn't judge.. yet. He pulled out a folder from the bottom drawer of his deck, placing it before him and removing a few papers so that he could get to what he wanted.
"I suppose we should cut straight to the chase.." He began, pulling out a picture of Mizchno from the night of the duel with Sasuke. The camera quality was superb for it to have been taken at night time, but that was beside the point,"This it the man you're going after. I know nothing of his name sadly, but this picture should suffice." He said, holding it up so that his Hitman could see it. Mizchno really did get under his skin, he couldn't understand how such a random looking guy could even touch someone apart of his family..
It made his skin crawl.
Even while holding up the picture, RousGAY made a face showing signs of distraught or displeasure before placing it back down," You will carry this with you so that you may notice him when he is present." He said, pulling out another folder that had a bunch of printed images of Yu-Gi-Oh monsters, spells and traps. The Specific folder was labled "T.G.", as RousGAY had a folder on pretty much every Archetype out,"We know that he uses T.G. monsters for sure, so to be somewhat prepared you may overlook this as well.."
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Post by Eugene Chaud on Aug 9, 2013 0:31:08 GMT
Another scrawny looking kid? Not my style, but…
Eugene lazily held out his hand despite obviously being too far to reach. His arm stayed there for a long couple of seconds before he decided on shuffling himself out of the couch.
“Fine then.” he said as he stood up and took the folder marked ‘T.G.’ from his client before sitting back down—not bothering to work himself back into the position he was before. He flipped through the folder. Stun is the preferred method, huh? The Deck seemed to rely on outside support due to an inconsistency in it’s own play style.
He'd definitely take advantage of a glaring weakness like that.
He looked back up at the client. “Is there a card you want specifically from this kid? Or do you just want me to take whatever seems the most important?”
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Post by RousGAY on Aug 9, 2013 0:40:20 GMT
RousGAY sat for a minute silent. What he was about to say would probably rattle Eugene, but never the less he had no problem saying it. He was a Hitman after all, and RousGAY had thought it over hard and long before coming to the final conclusion on what to do with Mizchno. His hands clasped together as he let his chin rest on them, his elbows on the desk. The position of a true business man making a true decision.
"You will take him out, permanently." He said, reaching into his desk once more. After a little bit of searching, he pulled out what seemed to be some sort of modified duel disk. It was all black in color, and it still contained a Reality Guard. He threw it towards Eugene before speaking.
"With this, anytime you defeat an opponent, the duel disk will automatically activate upon protocol of your opponents life points reaching 0.." He began, the explanation quite thoroughly insane,"..When this happens, it will emit a dark energy that has been gathered from your oppponent's actual life force. It will glow the strongest when their life points hit 0.. and when this happens, it will tear there soul from there very body and capture it within the disk.." He said, his face and words as blunt and straightforward as they could be.
"In order to do this, the Reality Guard has been modified to where when it is switched on, by voice command if you're announcing the words Reality Duel, these special rules will be applied.." He said, thinking for a second in admiration of his own creation. Not all rich kids are mindless, it's just that RousGAY applies his intelligence in fields that are..
suitable for someone like him..
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Post by Eugene Chaud on Aug 9, 2013 0:55:27 GMT
He sat and stared at the pitch black Duel Disk. It had no shimmer or shine; it was only a tool of destruction. It gave off a feeling of pure emptiness. Like there was an endless Void hiding behind the numbers scrolling across its screen.
“I don’t relish killing a child… but that’s not what has me worried,” Eugene spoke up as he glared into the boy’s disturbingly joy-filled eyes, “What happens to Me if I lose with this little Devil Disk on?”
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Post by RousGAY on Aug 9, 2013 5:45:07 GMT
"Well.. before, the prototype would have killed you regardless of if you won or loss.." RousGAY began, chuckling a little as he said so. Ah yes, the prototype, how many people who had been hospitalized testing it under his name was uncountable.. overall, it was worth it in the end in his mind. To have created a device so destructive, and perfect its use? Simply god-like moves coming from this young black haired boy.
"Nothing.. why would I design a device with recoil?" He said with a smirk across his face.
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