Tokyo Girl

[Brian]

Seeing that attention is going away from him for the moment, Hajime's good hand slowly begins creeping towards the discarded (and still-burning) cigarette.

[Rezantis]

"I wasn't talking to you.  But sure, nothing personal," Nathan collects the dropped pepper spray and tosses it into the bag, "Anyone else got a weapon request?"

[Dracos]

"Tetsuo, you know anything about Inagawa Kakuji?" Dracos asked quickly as the others got ready.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"I think I need a bigger gun," replies Tom, eyeing the warbag. "Well, no, I'm good."

[Brian]

Hajime flinches slightly at the mention of the name, but says nothing.

Tetsuo glances at Phil curiously.  "He should be in there," Tetsuo says with a shrug, pointing at the door.  "He met with my father many times.  I did not know he lived here, though."  He pauses for a bit, then says, "He has a daughter.  I do not remember her name, though."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn, who has been methodically cleaning Shinmyouken up until this point, comes from behind Hajime and steps on the cigarette, grinding it into the ground.  "That sort of thing will kill you," he says pleasantly.  "Take my advice and give it up."

Focussing on his perception of the future leaves him no spare energy to be talking through the Dream, and so when he looks over at the others, he speaks aloud.  "Let's go quickly.  I'll take up the rear, in case they come up behind us.  Let Nathan and Tom go first; take down any guards in the room."

[Carthrat]

"Sure thing! I mean, I've always wanted to be fucking homicdal, makes my day, you know."

Tom marches towards the door and kicks it open, pulling out his handgun and releasing the safety.

OOC: I am actually sinking my points into DCV. But I will trade them for OCV if I'm not blasted as soon as the door opens.

[Rezantis]

Nathan steps around to get an angle through the door as Rat does so, one arrow nocked to his bow.

OOC: Adjusting influence.

Dex +6 (18 points)
DFC +2 (2 points)
Acrobatics 9+Dex/5 (3 points)

[Brian]

Tom expertly stubs his toe on the sturdy portal.

Tetsuo raises an eyebrow expectantly, then glances to the doors that you came though.  "I wonder how long it will take their reinforcements."

[Rezantis]

Nathan waits for Tom to step back, and lets rip with a firebolt.

[Brian]

The shot arcs into red flame as it slams into the point where the doors meet -- right between the knobs.  The shiny brass assembly and huge, smoking wooden cinders explode away from the group, flying into the newly revealed room.

It's pretty sizable, too -- twice as long as the room everyone's in at the moment.  As the last skittering chunks of smoking wood come to rest, everyone who's looking into the room can see that there are seven men seated at a table inside, all of them staring at the door in surprise.  None of them reach for weapons, though the guy at the head of the table -- Phil's stolen memories let him know that this is Inagawa Kakuji -- says, "I don't suppose that we can settle this with money?" even as he ducks behind the piece of furniture.

The other six men (all standard, uninspired yakuza-dress-code-clones) hold still, waiting for someone else to make a move first.

[Rezantis]

Rez already has an arrow re-knocked, with a second held between his third and fourth fingers.

"We can settle it even easier.  Just tell us what you know about the titan Prometheus and let my friend see your face, then we'll leave with no more violence."

[Brian]

"We don't know that much!" the man exclaims anxiously, almost apologetically.  "Look, it's the big chief -- the director of everything.  He's the only one who really knows about Prometheus.  Whoever controls him controls all of the Yakuza.  We've been trying for years to figure out the secret!  All of us have!"

[Rezantis]

"What do you mean 'Whoever controls him controls all of the Yakuza?'  Why is he even connected to you all?"

[Brian]

"Prometheus knows things, and what he tells the boss, lets the boss know who needs to be moved aside, and when we should do things like use our forces to help people after earthquakes," the man continues, relaxing slightly, since he's not dead yet.  "He's the one who knows how to balance what we do with what people won't tolerate anymore.  We might know our own towns, sure, but anyone who wants to expand their territory needs to learn more about their new territory -- except when they've got his advice.  Then it's a cakewalk."