Post by Damian Bates on Oct 7, 2016 11:29:34 GMT -5
“Do do do do do do…” he said singing while swinging his hand in circles.
“Dami-..sir. Are you o-” said one of his men before another one shut him down.
“Dumbass. Quiet. Excuse him Mr. D, bozo here is an idiot.” responded the second of his men assiting him.
“That’s quite alright,” responded Damian with a large smile. “Today is a good day.”
With that Damian would walk forth towards the door of a rather peculiar locality, the likes of which he had never been in before. “Now boys. Give me a few hours,” said Damian to his two men. “Actually, make it five hours. Get a few drinks and a few girls, just don’t bother me. Got it?” As usual, Damian was able to swap from soft innocent grins to sudden and eerie serious expressions with ease. The man would quickly nod in agreement, get in their car, and left the premises immediately.
“Alright, alright.” said Damian before pulling one string of a headphone into one of his ears, leaving the other hanging down. He still wanted be able to hear.
Knocking on the door once, he would open it and walk inside. The locality was a tattoo parlor. Definitely not a place he had ever visited before. He had thought of getting such designs before, but nothing had really struck. In fact, there was no design that truly matter or had special significance to him. Nevertheless, he had chosen to get a tattoo either way. The reason for it however was much more concrete and logical in his sense. As for the artist, she was expected to agree, and accept his payment. Otherwise well…
As he walked inside, Damian displayed that sympathetic grin that was so common of him. “Shion, right? Yes, of course. That’s your name.” Damian wouldn’t let her answer his own question after he had spoken. When he walked in, his feet and his shoulders seemed to move in a rather erratic but rhythmic compass, almost as if they were directed by an ulterior beat. A quick look at him however would prompt the suggestion that his rather calculated steps and movements were simply a reflection of the song he was currently listening to with just one headphone piece.
“So, my name is Damian,” he said not even waiting to be asked as he sat on the comfiest chair he saw. “I’m here to do you a favor. In fact,” he said before pausing to rest his feet on the nearest desk. “I guess you could say I’m here to do you a favor. I’m here to make your life better.” The emphasis he placed on that last word made it difficult to believe whether he was serious, joking, or simply using a rather odd and ill intended form of sarcasm. As usual, Damian was dressed as the best of gentleman. He sported a black suit, with rather nice black dress pants. Under the classy and expensive black suit, one could see a matching black vest, likely about as expensive as a fair mortgage of a home. The white shirt underneath it seemed to be buttoned all the way up save for the last button by the neck. It was a bit more relaxed than the rest of the outfit but it still exuded an air of elegance that was only enhanced by the somewhat thin but elegant black tie. What seemed to be out of hand however was the gloves. While his choice of attire was common for businessman, the pair of black gloves certainly wasn’t.
“You see, Shion. I’m part of an organization with power.” As he said this, he removed his glasses for a second, checking to see if there was any dust on them. When he looked at her temporarily without them, he didn’t squint his eyes. He didn’t really need his glasses to see as it was more of an aesthetic appealing look for him. He simply liked the style of the thick framed black glasses.
“My organization takes things. Sometimes however they simply offer protection in exchange for...a fair monetary compensation. Now, I’m different. You’re different.” Saying so he would get up, almost jumping. He would turn his head some rapidly, the bones in his neck cracking some. The habit was more at home with someone that was missing quite a few screws. Then again, Damian had been accused to be somewhat crazy. Luckily for him, no one that ever said so managed to say it twice…
Damian was aware of her spiritual gifts. And if her latent potential was any indication, she was likely aware of his too. She had no way of knowing his actual powers however, just as he had no idea of hers. And frankly put, he didn’t really give a dam either. He was there for one reason, and one reason only. “Your tattoos. Can you imbue them with reiatsu into a spiritual being?” His question was simple. Before meeting with the Boogeyman to begin their training, he had gifted Damian a book with some simple beginning techniques he needed to start to train and learn. As part of the Yakuza however, it was the expectation that Damian received a tattoo as well. With nothing of interest or meaning to him however, the Boogeyman suggested he created something that was truly useful.
From it, Damian and the Boogeyman had time to think until they came up with something. Damian was going to have a very detailed and large tattoo on him. And, by imbuing it with his reiatsu along with the artist despite the searing pain of it, he’d be able to apply some of the dark magic themes he had gotten from Boogeyman’s book. He was planning to make his own body the vessel for an ability that would come to be known as the Mark of Lazarus.
It was just a hunch, but he was certain that she could. Damian would explain his reasoning for wanting the tattoo. Of course, he would only go as far as saying that he planned to create a very unique take on an ability from it. He would never let her in on the actual abilities. There was simply no need for her to know. As he awaited for her response however, Damian would pull out a few sheets of paper from his pockets and unfold them into the table. His eyes looked bright and gleaming with excitement. He had managed to get an artist to draw the exact kind of tattoos that he wanted for each body part.
Tattoos on chest, back, and both arms
“It's a lot of tattoos, and they look complicated. Can you do it?” Of course he really hoped the answer was ‘yes.’ Otherwise best case scenario he would simply request a monthly sum like from other businesses. In the worst case scenario she would be in for a troublesome night. But there was no point on going over such unfortunate details so early on. And, waiting on a response from Shion, he kept the drawings on her table, hoping she agreed, and start taking off his suit.
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“Dami-..sir. Are you o-” said one of his men before another one shut him down.
“Dumbass. Quiet. Excuse him Mr. D, bozo here is an idiot.” responded the second of his men assiting him.
“That’s quite alright,” responded Damian with a large smile. “Today is a good day.”
With that Damian would walk forth towards the door of a rather peculiar locality, the likes of which he had never been in before. “Now boys. Give me a few hours,” said Damian to his two men. “Actually, make it five hours. Get a few drinks and a few girls, just don’t bother me. Got it?” As usual, Damian was able to swap from soft innocent grins to sudden and eerie serious expressions with ease. The man would quickly nod in agreement, get in their car, and left the premises immediately.
“Alright, alright.” said Damian before pulling one string of a headphone into one of his ears, leaving the other hanging down. He still wanted be able to hear.
Knocking on the door once, he would open it and walk inside. The locality was a tattoo parlor. Definitely not a place he had ever visited before. He had thought of getting such designs before, but nothing had really struck. In fact, there was no design that truly matter or had special significance to him. Nevertheless, he had chosen to get a tattoo either way. The reason for it however was much more concrete and logical in his sense. As for the artist, she was expected to agree, and accept his payment. Otherwise well…
As he walked inside, Damian displayed that sympathetic grin that was so common of him. “Shion, right? Yes, of course. That’s your name.” Damian wouldn’t let her answer his own question after he had spoken. When he walked in, his feet and his shoulders seemed to move in a rather erratic but rhythmic compass, almost as if they were directed by an ulterior beat. A quick look at him however would prompt the suggestion that his rather calculated steps and movements were simply a reflection of the song he was currently listening to with just one headphone piece.
“So, my name is Damian,” he said not even waiting to be asked as he sat on the comfiest chair he saw. “I’m here to do you a favor. In fact,” he said before pausing to rest his feet on the nearest desk. “I guess you could say I’m here to do you a favor. I’m here to make your life better.” The emphasis he placed on that last word made it difficult to believe whether he was serious, joking, or simply using a rather odd and ill intended form of sarcasm. As usual, Damian was dressed as the best of gentleman. He sported a black suit, with rather nice black dress pants. Under the classy and expensive black suit, one could see a matching black vest, likely about as expensive as a fair mortgage of a home. The white shirt underneath it seemed to be buttoned all the way up save for the last button by the neck. It was a bit more relaxed than the rest of the outfit but it still exuded an air of elegance that was only enhanced by the somewhat thin but elegant black tie. What seemed to be out of hand however was the gloves. While his choice of attire was common for businessman, the pair of black gloves certainly wasn’t.
“You see, Shion. I’m part of an organization with power.” As he said this, he removed his glasses for a second, checking to see if there was any dust on them. When he looked at her temporarily without them, he didn’t squint his eyes. He didn’t really need his glasses to see as it was more of an aesthetic appealing look for him. He simply liked the style of the thick framed black glasses.
“My organization takes things. Sometimes however they simply offer protection in exchange for...a fair monetary compensation. Now, I’m different. You’re different.” Saying so he would get up, almost jumping. He would turn his head some rapidly, the bones in his neck cracking some. The habit was more at home with someone that was missing quite a few screws. Then again, Damian had been accused to be somewhat crazy. Luckily for him, no one that ever said so managed to say it twice…
Damian was aware of her spiritual gifts. And if her latent potential was any indication, she was likely aware of his too. She had no way of knowing his actual powers however, just as he had no idea of hers. And frankly put, he didn’t really give a dam either. He was there for one reason, and one reason only. “Your tattoos. Can you imbue them with reiatsu into a spiritual being?” His question was simple. Before meeting with the Boogeyman to begin their training, he had gifted Damian a book with some simple beginning techniques he needed to start to train and learn. As part of the Yakuza however, it was the expectation that Damian received a tattoo as well. With nothing of interest or meaning to him however, the Boogeyman suggested he created something that was truly useful.
From it, Damian and the Boogeyman had time to think until they came up with something. Damian was going to have a very detailed and large tattoo on him. And, by imbuing it with his reiatsu along with the artist despite the searing pain of it, he’d be able to apply some of the dark magic themes he had gotten from Boogeyman’s book. He was planning to make his own body the vessel for an ability that would come to be known as the Mark of Lazarus.
It was just a hunch, but he was certain that she could. Damian would explain his reasoning for wanting the tattoo. Of course, he would only go as far as saying that he planned to create a very unique take on an ability from it. He would never let her in on the actual abilities. There was simply no need for her to know. As he awaited for her response however, Damian would pull out a few sheets of paper from his pockets and unfold them into the table. His eyes looked bright and gleaming with excitement. He had managed to get an artist to draw the exact kind of tattoos that he wanted for each body part.
Tattoos on chest, back, and both arms
“It's a lot of tattoos, and they look complicated. Can you do it?” Of course he really hoped the answer was ‘yes.’ Otherwise best case scenario he would simply request a monthly sum like from other businesses. In the worst case scenario she would be in for a troublesome night. But there was no point on going over such unfortunate details so early on. And, waiting on a response from Shion, he kept the drawings on her table, hoping she agreed, and start taking off his suit.
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