Post by Damian Bates on Oct 7, 2016 12:21:56 GMT -5
Damian kept tapping his foot on the floor to the rhythm of something in his head. It clearly wasn’t the music at the nightclub. “Hip to be Square..” he whispered lightly, curling his lips and tugging his head to the side to its beat.
All around him, people were drinking and dancing to beats that could hardly be considered music at all. Surely they possessed some sort of fast paced rhythm that allowed them to be danced. But compared to the slow and nice classics Damian was used to and enjoyed, they simply lacked talent and class. It made sense that such uninteresting and simple people possessed such feeble and simple tastes in music.
“Boss, he’s here.” said a well groomed Yakuza member as he approached Damian.
“Oh he is? Where the hell at? Let him through you idiot.” Damian would breathe out slowly in disappointed frustration. He was repeatedly told not to kill his men, but they made it such a difficult commitment to stick to. For the most part, Damian had no interest in putting any extra effort into anything that did not further his goals. Despite the enjoyment he found in killing and torture, he did stick to his convictions rather well. For the most part, he would not kill out of the blue. But, when presented with a reason, such as removing an obstacle in his way, he would have no second thoughts about it. In fact, he welcomed it most of the time. Still, some of the ridiculous and stupid behavior his men displayed often made him wonder whether making exceptions could be justified.
On that night, Damian was expecting a visit from a man people called Lucian. A few days before, Damian had sent a rather elaborate but fancy letter for them to meet at said location at night. Frankly Damian didn’t know a lot about Lucian, and he really didn’t care either. But, it seemed as though the Yakuza did. Either because of wealth, connections or a combination of both, Lucian was seen as a potential ally and someone the Yakuza could use getting closer, and in good terms with. That was something that drew Damian in. Attracted to wealth and power, Lucian could prove useful at the current time. He could even prove useful when the time came for Damian to make his move against the Boogeyman and the Yakuza.
At the door of the nightclub, two very tall and broad shouldered Yakuza members should have allowed Lucian entrance. Despite their best efforts, Damian had managed to coerce the group of men that was assigned to him to dress as he did. Every single one of his man was dressed in nice dark suits, not unlike Damian’s. As usual, Damian could be seen wearing his black suit, with matching black dress pants. The items look classy and rather expensive, likely more than a month’s rent at a very luxurious place. Underneath the suit, one could see the contrast between the fancy black vest, and the white dress shirt. The latter was buttoned all the way up save for the neck button, which was left unbuttoned likely out of comfort. A well tied but somewhat loosened black tie finished the outfit in matching congruence to his black gloves, and thick framed black glasses.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” he said talking to the bartender closest to him. The bartender would quickly drop what he was doing and focused entirely on getting the whiskey. It was almost as if he knew. But seeing as the Yakuza and their men were well known, and the influence Damian was having on the city, he most definitely knew how to behave. “Also, be ready to take whatever my partner orders when he arrives.” With that, Damian would pull one bill out of his wallet and place it closer to the bartender. He didn’t really need to pay or give any sort of tip, he simply wanted to. And seeing how Damian only carried around the highest bills, the bartender would have likely been as excited about the huge tip as scared as messing up and having his life taken as a result.
A few moments later, Damian could hear footsteps behind him. These were a different kind of footsteps however. After all, at a nightclub, where most people were drunk, drugged, and mindlessly jumping around in an effort to call it dancing, sounds of footsteps were everywhere. No, this individual's footsteps contained traces of a very high amount of spiritual energy. Even for someone who’s forte was not spiritual awareness, Damian was still able to easily notice. Perhaps he should really try and make the relationship with Lucian prosper, into something he could benefit from, if not now, then whenever he had any need for it.
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All around him, people were drinking and dancing to beats that could hardly be considered music at all. Surely they possessed some sort of fast paced rhythm that allowed them to be danced. But compared to the slow and nice classics Damian was used to and enjoyed, they simply lacked talent and class. It made sense that such uninteresting and simple people possessed such feeble and simple tastes in music.
“Boss, he’s here.” said a well groomed Yakuza member as he approached Damian.
“Oh he is? Where the hell at? Let him through you idiot.” Damian would breathe out slowly in disappointed frustration. He was repeatedly told not to kill his men, but they made it such a difficult commitment to stick to. For the most part, Damian had no interest in putting any extra effort into anything that did not further his goals. Despite the enjoyment he found in killing and torture, he did stick to his convictions rather well. For the most part, he would not kill out of the blue. But, when presented with a reason, such as removing an obstacle in his way, he would have no second thoughts about it. In fact, he welcomed it most of the time. Still, some of the ridiculous and stupid behavior his men displayed often made him wonder whether making exceptions could be justified.
On that night, Damian was expecting a visit from a man people called Lucian. A few days before, Damian had sent a rather elaborate but fancy letter for them to meet at said location at night. Frankly Damian didn’t know a lot about Lucian, and he really didn’t care either. But, it seemed as though the Yakuza did. Either because of wealth, connections or a combination of both, Lucian was seen as a potential ally and someone the Yakuza could use getting closer, and in good terms with. That was something that drew Damian in. Attracted to wealth and power, Lucian could prove useful at the current time. He could even prove useful when the time came for Damian to make his move against the Boogeyman and the Yakuza.
At the door of the nightclub, two very tall and broad shouldered Yakuza members should have allowed Lucian entrance. Despite their best efforts, Damian had managed to coerce the group of men that was assigned to him to dress as he did. Every single one of his man was dressed in nice dark suits, not unlike Damian’s. As usual, Damian could be seen wearing his black suit, with matching black dress pants. The items look classy and rather expensive, likely more than a month’s rent at a very luxurious place. Underneath the suit, one could see the contrast between the fancy black vest, and the white dress shirt. The latter was buttoned all the way up save for the neck button, which was left unbuttoned likely out of comfort. A well tied but somewhat loosened black tie finished the outfit in matching congruence to his black gloves, and thick framed black glasses.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” he said talking to the bartender closest to him. The bartender would quickly drop what he was doing and focused entirely on getting the whiskey. It was almost as if he knew. But seeing as the Yakuza and their men were well known, and the influence Damian was having on the city, he most definitely knew how to behave. “Also, be ready to take whatever my partner orders when he arrives.” With that, Damian would pull one bill out of his wallet and place it closer to the bartender. He didn’t really need to pay or give any sort of tip, he simply wanted to. And seeing how Damian only carried around the highest bills, the bartender would have likely been as excited about the huge tip as scared as messing up and having his life taken as a result.
A few moments later, Damian could hear footsteps behind him. These were a different kind of footsteps however. After all, at a nightclub, where most people were drunk, drugged, and mindlessly jumping around in an effort to call it dancing, sounds of footsteps were everywhere. No, this individual's footsteps contained traces of a very high amount of spiritual energy. Even for someone who’s forte was not spiritual awareness, Damian was still able to easily notice. Perhaps he should really try and make the relationship with Lucian prosper, into something he could benefit from, if not now, then whenever he had any need for it.
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