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(Setting) Chapel-3 District, 18th street
| >A purple haired woman arrives, she holds a cup of coffee, and sips it
| >She looks towards the phantom and rather boldly, knocks on the door
"Hey? is this Gas lady?"
| >The back seat window rolls down, inside is gas lady. Giving her usual wide smile and narrow eyes.
>She waves playfully
| >a pink haze floods into the area.
| >Violet turns her head and approuches her
"So... about that job.."
>She stares a bit at her, but averts her eyes, blushing a little
| >>195230
(Isn't that event over)
>>195232
>The car door swings open
"Well step inside, depending on how *deep* you're willing to go, we might have to discuss elsewhere~"
>She goes on with her cheery tone
| >Violet steps inside with a slightly mized expression
"...I'm not becoming your sex slave am i?"
| >>195267
>Cherry actually seems surprised at the question
"What? Oh?"
"No? Maybe? You could? Not the original thought?"
>She looks up thinking, genuinely perplexed at such a question being asked
| >she collects herself eventually, returning to her usual eerie smile
"Mmmm no, there are better things to be no?"
| "Oh, ok. I suppose"
>She speaks with a slightly disappointed tone
"Well, whatever the job is, i guwss i'm willing to go as *deep* as you want, whatever that means..."
| "well first of all. Do you understand what we are, who we are and what we do?"
| "...No, No, and No."
>Violet admits
"I *do* know there is something not quite normal about you though, and that's enough for me, unless sex gas is your entire buisness.
| >A man in a white pinstripe suit starts driving the car off
>Cherry puts a hand over her mouth stifling a gasp
"Oh my~ and I realize I haven't even given my name"
"Zhang... Chunhua~"
| "Well... Nice to be working with you... Zhang"
>She extends her hand out
| >Zhang takes off a black glove to acknowledge the handshake
"...head of the Yellow Wind Trading Group"
"What many would call... A Triad~"
| "Ah-"
>Violet freezes, not expecting to suddenly involved with a triad, much less the head
"I see."
| >Zhang giggles softly at Violet's reaction. Sounding a bit amused as she thought violet to have guessed
"Does that change your mind~?"
| >Violet stiffens up a little, what should she do?
"... No, i was just surprised at the head of a triad would be so eager to hire some maid. As far as i'm concerned, i still want this job."
| >They haven't been driving for too long when they arrive at a run down looking noodle shop. A pink neon sign reads "第十八"
"Well, do you really see yourself as just a maid?"
>She raises an eyebrow as a door is opened by the driver
| "Hey, that's not true, I'm a slut too!"
>Violet laughs a little
"Besides, what else is there? not that i'm really a maid anymore..."
| >Zhang goes on as they enter the noodle
shop. She sighs shaking her head
"In any case, I am well aware of the... 'issues' regarding my social skills. And even then I don't necessarily have the time to improve. The Yellow Wind needs a face, An attractive, likable person to deal with our public interactions for the sake of marketing and relations. And that's where you come in~"
| >The noodle shop's faux wooden interior seems a bit run down. Dark red lighting sets a dreary mood as a single customer dines from a bowl. Behind the counter is a venerably aged man chopping onions.
| "Attractive and likeable?"
>she laughs, taking a seat
"I'm flattered you think so highly of me, and well, i suppose that *is* my strongsuit"
| >Zhang doesn't look behind to notice Violet taking a seat. Instead she walks into the kitchen behind the counter. The old man doesn't seem to react
| "......Hey wait for me!"
>It takes a bit for Violet to realize that well, they probably weren't here just to eat. she attempts to follow Zhang into the kitchen,
| >Another, muscular man stands cross armed and leaning to the wall in the kitchen. He notices Zhang and Violet and gives a nod as he moves slides open a door hidden in the wall. Holding it open as they step inside
"You've given the kind of impression that's caught my...Personal... Interest~"
>Zhang speaks with a low, soft purr coated with undertone
| >Violet sweats a little, stepping through the hidden door
"So... do you always talk this... sexy? or..."
>She trails off, not realy sure where she was going
| >Behind the hidden door and down about two floors of stairs is a dark, barely lit hallway dotted with numbered doors to the sides. A slight fog and the strong smell of chemical substances fill the air. A young, black haired and clearly drugged up girl in a rather licentious outfit staggers out of a room and into another. A triad crackhouse.
| "...Beside that is that we'd like to integrate with the locals of GC. Hence the recruitment~"
>Her innuendo filled tone is suddenly replaced with a jovial innocence as she walks through the hallway with a cheerful hop in her steps. The sporadic changes in her expressions could make one question her stability.
| >Outside, a guy stubs out his smoke, and heads in to the noodle shop.
"Got a place for 1?"
| >Violet stays quiet, keeping the image of the drugged lady tucked away. It was hard to get a read on Zhangs feelings, much less thoughts. It would probably be the best for now if she just played along. She put up a smile and followed.
"Sounds like a wonderful plan"
| >>196640
>The old chinese noodle waves a hand at the mostly empty seats. as if "look around" was the answer
"So what will you have?"
| (chinese noodle man* Lol)
| "Hmmm... Thanks."
>The guy goes to sit down, placing his now revealed duffle bag under his chair.
"I'll have the house special. Double noodles, half soup."
| >>196641
>They reach a door at the end of the hallway. Zhang opens and switches on the light to reveal a completely ordinary office. A wooden desk with a computer to the side faces a couch meant for guests.
>Zhang takes a seat at the desk and spins it around to face Violet lightheartedly
"So~ you know what we are, You know what we need. What would you like to do~"
| >>196650
>In truth, she wanted to run, but she somehow knew that that would likely result in dying or like that other girl. she carefully weighed her options, before placing a hand om her chest and bowing slightly
"The only thing I know how, Serving you, wherever that may be"
| "Hmmmm..."
>Cherry's wide smile moves into a contemplating frown
"No one says that~"
>she notices the fear in Violet's face and puts her hands up as suddenly as if trying to calm her down
"Oh- I'm sorry, It must be overwhelming no? suddenly being shown all this. But I wanted you to know and completely understand the situation before diving in..."
| >Realizing the change in Violet's use of words since they entered she goes on trying to explain with a nervous smile
"Maybe I was unnerving? Well there you have it~ my social 'Issues' "
| >Violet cheek twitches slightly, she was read like a book. She took a deep breath, and lowered the fake smile, revealing a slightly frightened, yet also intrigued look.
"To be honest, my first impulse was to just run away. Personally, you are one of the most terrifying people i've ever met.
>She tightens the grip on her chest. There was an odd feeling in her heart, not fear but...
"But, that also makes you one of the most interesting people i've met."
>Facination?
| "You guys got a bathroom here? I got a bad splinter from the this table."
>The guy stops looking in his duffle. You can see some rather red blots on his shirt.
| >Violet finishes with a laugh
"And you still havn't fucked me like you promised"
| >>196691
"Yeah over there"
>The noodle man comes up to serve the bowl of house special, but points to a slightly-broken door by the eastern side of the room.
| >>196690
>Cherry claps her hands together ecstatic, as if given a compliment
"Oh how wonderful~ Terrifying is such an interesting thing to be~ however unfortunate it is for public relations. Which is why I'll have you"
>>196695
"Well I guess, If you'd like. Unfortunately now's not the time for it as there're all sorts of things needed to be discussed however"
| "But the time will come. I'm quite confident with my ability. My profession revolves around providing pleasure and stimulation after all"
>She says keeping her clapped hands by the side of her face. Her head slightly to the side"
| (Head slightly tilted*)
| >the only other man sitting at another table stands up holding his junk. Heading to the bathroom as well
| >The old man lays the bowl of noodles on the table. He heads back behind the counter and picks up a phone
| "Yeah yeah, sex ia the *reward* not the job"
>she spins a hand casually
"So then, let's do it to it."
| >The guy comes out of the bathroom holding the door for the other guy, and sits down at his table. The red blots on his shirt still there, but bandages cover his finger, where the splinter was.
| "ahh thanks chummer"
>The man moves in and positions himself by a urinal. Doing his business quite loudly and through a few sounds of satisfaction. He asks the other man
"You alright there pal? Old place's really going down the guttet huh"
| (I guess retcon my part. >>196712)
>The dude simply sighs.
"Yeah, I've been to hell and back. But this place got its own little charm."
| >>196716
"Wellz I got a bit extra today so howz about a beer and a conversation"
>He raises his hand up to order, keeping two fingers up
"Two beers pleaze"
| >>196711
"Well then back to the question. What can you do? What would you like to do?"
>Zhang asks having calmed the situation down
| >>196721
>Violet clears her throat
"Well, I hate to say it, but i'm not terribly good at much. I *do* have quite a bit of experience in management, as well as years of communication the front end of things ."
| >The guy finishes his noodles, trying to get attention.
"Hey, can I get a bill?"
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| "Ah fuck it. If you don't want me to pay a bill, I won't complain."
>The guy begins to grab his bag and stand up, intending to go to the door.
| >>199172
>The old man comes over with the bill
(Lol sorry for suddenly going inactive. Power outtage for a long while)
| "Jesus. Getting you in to gear takes a second, but for your age... can't expect much."
>The places a credstick down, with a note attached to it.
Look Behind You
| >the old man checks on the note. Squinting his deteriorating eyes
| >he turns around
| >>199189
>A pair of suited men who've been waiting outside move into the man who just left
"Excuse me"
| So are they blocking the door way?
"You've just been excused."
>The guy keeps walking, unless his path was blocked by the two men.
| >the two men continue to block the doorway as the old man raises an eyebrow at the note?
"What's this?
| "A note. Didn't you see what it said? I was told to have a meal here, and leave behind a credstick with that note."
>The guy keeps standing, relaxed after his meal.
| >he checks the tools inside
>The man in the kitchen checks the bathroom
| >the last one puts a hand behind his back
| >All you see are a bunch of common pluming tools and a small first aid kit.
"Look, my lunch break is almost over, and if my boss doesn't see me wrenching pipes, I'll be out of a job."
>The guy pleads.
| "should've thought of that before taking a job here."
>The first man grabs his arm and moves to sit him by the table, the second stays by the door with a hand still behind his back
>The old man peers around while the single kitchen staff investigates the bathroom
| >the man by the door snarls
"What plumber has lunchbreaks in the middle of the night"
| "Hey! What the hell are you doing!"
>The guy gets defensive, worried for his job."
"Look man, it was a an easy task, all I had to do is leave the note!"
>>199234
"The kind that do 24/7 emergency callouts!"
>As the guy says that, something begins ringing in his bag.
| >the man by the door frowns as his shoulders sink, Already feeling for what'll happen.
>The other man checks the ringing in the bag
>The old man facepalms
"Well. That'll make number 3."
>He speaks into his phone
"Scratch out number 18"
| >>199246
"Well go on. Answer."
>The two continue to surround the plumber
>Outside, vehicles can be heard coming, stopping and going
| >>199248
>The guy grabs his phone, and answers it.
"Yeah? Are you fucking kidding me? That's a 2 man job!"
>The guy begins to check his duffle bag.
| "Look no matter how you put it, I ain't going down there without someone watching my back. preferably with a big gun."
>The guy's face looks slightly more red from anger.
"What do you mean 'its safe'? Those corpses are still down there, stumbling around."
>The guy's lid really seems ready to pop.
"You know what? Fuck you, and the horse you ride on, fuck your dumb whore wife, fuck your company, fuck this job, fuck these shit tools, you fucking cock goblin!"
| >The guy throws his phone out of the shop, in to the traffic to be crushed.
| >the man by the door chuckles
"Looks like someone lost it"
| "Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you."
>The guy sits down, breathing deeper, repeating the words over and over.
"I... I need to go to the bathroom. If anything, I might as well as fix your shitty fill plug in your toilet."
>The guy picks up his bag, intending to go to the bathroom.
| >the men don't let the plumber move. One slams their hand on the table
"Who sent you"
| "My hungry stomach moron."
>The guy stares deep in to the men's eyes.
| "The fucking note you motherfucker."
"Springfields? Rosallini? Luen?"
"talk."
>The man by the door takes out a handgun aiming it to the plumbers head
| "could be one of those runners, ornthe private groups"
>Another man's voice comes in from the bathroom
| "Mafia? What are you on about man?"
>As he is saying that, he grabs the barrel, planting the barrel to his head.
"I've lost my job. I'm 2 months behind on my rent. I haven't slept in days. Do you think I got time for playing cops and robbers?"
| >A person comes up at the door, wearing a large military grade coat...
| >>199206
>Violet gets a slight uncomfortable look on her face
"I er, have used a gun in self defence before, but that's about it..."
| >>199303
"Hmmm~ we can work with that. as for the job... we like to keep things lose and grant our members a certain degree of their independence. Whether you take part in selling the products, dealing with other groups or managing one of our many 'houses'. It's all up to you~"
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>When the pistol comes back from its whip you find that the slide is in your partner's throat, and a new found fist in your face. The plumber keeps pounding the thug with the gun in the face until it's caved in, and his fists are covered in grey matter.
| "ah shit"
>The other man steps back outside
| >the plumber grabs a heavy wrench out of his bag, following the other guy, and smacking him over the head.
"So, who am I now asshole?"
| >>202120
>The man falls on the ground
>The door closes behind the plumber as machinegun fire erupts from all around tearing him apart. submachineguns, Aks, gunfire from different floors of surrounding buildings
| >the plumber takes all these shots, preferred to pieces, falling to his knees.
"Ha... ha... I'm sorry..."
| >the gunfire stops, instead ending with a molotov. far enough in the middle of the streets to damage any surrounding buildings
| >before the Molotov hits the ground, the guy is dead.
| >>199317
>Violet chuckles to herself
"I might just partake in the selling, Erika said she got hooked on one of your products, *sigh* Shes the one supposed to take over the cafe too..."
>She hears the gunshots, and looks up, mildly worried
"...Glad I diddn't end up like whoever upthere"
| >>202126
>Zhang notices the noise and simply shrugs as if it happens regularly
>>203868
"Alright moving onto the next step~"
"Normally there's an indoctrination process and a looong list of 30 or so oaths and initiation rites but I'd much rather skip to my favorite part~"
>She says clasping her hands together, almost excited
| >A mess of a man is escorted in by the white suited man from earlier. Heavily bound and gagged in a leather hood and bindings like BDSM.
>The man in the white suit throws him into the ground kneeling next to Zhang's desk. He then places a short barreled shotgun and a single shell on Zhang's desk before turning around to leave, closing the door behind him.
| >Violet blushes a little as she looks over the bdsm like bindings. When she sees the the shotgun she takes a double take.
"...Let me guess, I'm supposed to kill him?"
>She tries to look away from the man, but finds her eyes wandering back in morbid curiosity.
| >Zhang stands up over the man.
"Why yes~ you came at an opportune time really, a fresh body to use and a message that goes along. What exactly happens to traitors"
"This man stole and hid from us. I don't like that at all~"
"Well"
>Zhang claps her hands together, her cheery voice and grin dripping with sweetness coated in bloody madness
"I'll give you an interesting set of choices~"
| "One, is that you back out, walk away and we both forget this ever happened"
"Two, is that you blast his head off, staining your hands with his blood as you join a Triad"
"And third..."
>Zhang puts on an innocent face, pointing a finger touching her own lips
"You can blow *my* head off~ kill me and cripple a triad's drug trade, maybe do some good for the city~<3"
>She ends with a cutesy wink, her finger still pointing to her lips
| "You can even escape from the back door behind me. Those imbeciles upstairs would have no idea~"
>She doesn't seem to be lying. Psycho sure, but this time truthful.
| >she kneels down next to the man, pressing her face against his while stroking his cheek as they both face towards Violet. Making the choice of which head to blow up seem unnervingly clear.
"So what's it going to be~"
| >Violet shuddered, she figures out thay zhang was insane, but this was just...
"..."
>It'd be smart to run away, to pretend this never happened. But what then? She was prepared to make a major change in her life, running away now would just be hypocritical... But was it the blood and guilt?
"...The choice is obvious isn't it?"
>She she looks zhang dead in the eye, lifts the gun, and pulls the trigger.
>The man's head is blown off, covering his surroundings in blood.
| "If i kill you, i'm out of a job, Erika will be out of drugs. Even then, i'm sure someone could teplace you."
>She reasons coldly, but then suddenly drops to her knees in a dry heave. There was no turning back now.
| >Zhang is stunned for a moment, not immune to the shock of a shotgun blast so close to her face.
>Having had her face pressed right next to the man's head at the time of the blast gets her completely covered in blood and bits. The blood doesn't seem to show through her already red hair but her porcelain skinned face makes a grotesque contrast the the blood
| "How wonderful~"
>She giggles as she tackles Violet to squeeze her tightly into her arms, her cool skin contradicting the warmth of fresh blood giving a strange sensation as she presses her bloody face against Violet's
| "Huh!?"
>Violet is taken offguard by the tackle, the sensation bringing many conflicting feelings
"Hold on! jeez..."
>with a free arm, she triws to wipes the blood the blood off zhangs face
"Ugh... i hope this blood washes out well..."
>She was still feeling sick after the blood and bits, but the absurdity of the situation numbed her. What a crazy girl
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| >Zhang stands up and turns around forcing herself into composure, she speaks through heavy, "excited" breaths
"Yes... As much as I'd like to give you your reward now..."
>She pauses, head cloudy reveling in the excitement of what just happened
"I... I suppose you'd like to wash up and clear your head first"
>She steps into the pool of warm flowing blood. Sounding as if that was a loss
| >It wasn't exactly the blood that excited her. But the gamble with her own death, the sudden execution of a colleague she's known as a person, and the joy of breaking a once normal person into a messy murder, beside experiencing the headsplosion from only inches away...The sheer chaos of it all was exhilarating
| >Violet strips out of her dress
"No, this was just my favorite dress, and you ruined it it."
>She kneels down, and stares the body of the person she killed. Bitterness welled up in her mouth,
| >Zhang glances back, noticing Violet's dry heaves
"You may if you need to. I'm not the one cleaning up after all~"
>She walks past violet and heads to the door
"The men upstairs will provide you with 'the kit'"
| >She takes off her suit's jacket and leaves it on the chair for Violet. Underneath is the rest of her black, 3 piece suit. Making sure not an inch of skin shows aside from her face
| "...'The kit?'"
>Vioet asks curiously, knowing her, this could be anything. She slowly gets back to her feet.
| >Zhang shrugs as if it was obvious
"A gun, the handbook, a few products to get you started"
"A signet ring and an introduction to a member that will watch over you and answer all your questions. Unless you'd like to be directly under me"
>She goes on casually
| >she raises a finger in explanation
"here in Yellow Wind we operate under semi-independent circles. You could join one, eventually make one, or operate mostly on your own"
| >Outside the noodle place, appears a llama. The llama walks over to the corpse of the plumber, and begins chewing on it.
| >Violet looks almost a little disappointed at the completely reasonable description.
"Huh... I wouldn't mind serving under you... It's beens been quite... interesting after all"
| "I see. I usually spend my time in the lab so I suppose I'll have you gather information on the various figures in the city~"
"Well I suppose you'd like to clean up"
>Zhang sways side to side impishly, taking note of Violet's dissapointment a vial appears in her hand and a defuser in the other
"Or perhaps you'd like one last bit of mania~?"
| >The llama, now quite bored of the bland taste of the plumber, makes his way in to the noodle shop, with minor struggle, due to its size.
"Buh-whaaaaa!"
| >The llama loses interest in the noodle store, and leaves, considering llamas don't eat noodles.
| >>210153
>Inside are a bunch of run-of-the-mill gangsters in flashy colored suits. Procrastinating on having to clean up the body they quietly watched the whole thing go down, thinking the same words: "what the hell"
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| >A white, unmarked van, rides up to the curb, where out of it, hop out 4 people, heading straight in to the noodle shop.
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| >Among the massive, dilapidated residentials of chapel 3, at the eighteenth street connecting the residential apartments by the city slums sits a black RR Phantom humming in idle by a flickering streetlamp. In the middle of the night the street is silent, dark and empty