A Day at the Mishima Tower .::OPEN::.

[Mishima Kyouji]

Today was one of the rare and boring days where Satoshi had left both Kyouji and his trusted assistant Mr.Ozawa, the two considered Satoshi's right and left hands, with no tasks to complete. What many would call a "day off", however things could be farther from that fact considering the liveliness of Kyouji. Knowing he had a day off Kyouji had been planning to visit the famous San Francisco Zoo and pet the newly born baby lion. However, Mr.Ozawa, being unoccupied with Satoshi's busy work took it upon himself to subvert a potential disaster that he would have to clean up the next day.

Before Kyouji even made it out of the door of his bedroom in the Mishima Tower wearing his customary black sweatpants, white beater, black hoodie and cap, Ozawa was there waiting, blocking his path. Ozawa in Japanese greeted him with a flat and emotionless, "Good-Morning Kyouji-san? Where are we headed this fine morning?" Knowing that Ozawa would be one to try and rain on his parade he responded in Japanese, "Ummm, well you see Old Man... I'm going to... buy... detergent?"

Ozawa gave Kyouji a sideways glance and said, "Really now?" Instantly Kyouji's eyes widened as a crazy look came across his face. He screamed, "YOU CAN'T STOP ME FROM PETTING THE LION!" As he pushed Ozawa to the ground and sprinted off down the hall. Ozawa quickly reached into his jacket pulling out a walkie-talkie, as he adjusted his glasses he said into the walkie-talkie in english, "Activate Plan Code MEDUSA, Godzilla is headed for the fourth gate, over." the reply came from a man and was simply, "Roger Roger, deploying Banshee 5, over."

As Kyouji barreled down the fourth floor hallway headed for the stairs, he slammed into a secretary walking folders and papers. As they collided the papers scattered everywhere, when he saw the secretary fall to the ground he thought to himself, Ugly or hot?. The woman looked up she was a middle-aged blonde white woman with green eyes, as she fixed her glasses and flattened out her blouse she apologized, saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry Mr.Mishima I didn't see you coming."

Hot

Kyouji instantly dropped to his knees helping her gather her dropped papers and in english said, "So very sorry M'am, I was going to pet the lion but that doesn't excuse me bumping into you." the secretary giggled looking down and said, "I'm not sure where you were headed but its fine Mr.Mishima." Kyouji smiled and, said "You seem to know my name but what I'm embarrassed to say I don't know yours."
She giggled again as she grabbed the rest of her papers and said, "I'm Marlene."

About fifteen minutes later, Kyouji moon-walked out of a storage closet and sang, "Marlene is the lady whose feelin alright thanks to the magic of KID DYNO-MITE!" However, just as he finished several security guards tackled Kyouji to the ground as they yelled, "GODZILLA IS IN THE NET I REPEAT DRAGON IS IN THE NET!" Once Kyouji was safely subdued by the guards Ozawa walked into the hall as Marlene walked out of the closet. Ozawa then said, "Good job Banshee 5 we couldn't have done this without you." Marlene saluted Ozawa and marched off.

Kyouji struggled on the ground yelling in Japanese, "FUCK YOU OLD MAN I JUST WANNA PET THE LION." Ozawa merely said, "Not today Kyouji-san, today we will be having tea in the lobby." Several minutes later Kyouji and Ozawa where sitting in the cafe on the main floor of the Mishima Tower surrounded by thirty security guards. Ozawa was sipping traditional green tea while Kyouji was drinking spiked Southern Style Sweet Tea glaring at each other as they did.

[umm.jade york parker ?!]

a deep yawn echoed threw the females quarters as she slowly rolled around in bed. it had been three days. three days of no food and three whole days of sleeping, needless to say she was well hungry. she rolled out of the bed and looked around the empty room. it wasn't a place most would think she lived in fact she actually lived in two places, this one just happen to be the second and the closest. she stood up and looked around for some type of clothing then found her way to the door.

she grumbled at the smelling of humans and then grumbled more cause she didn't have one of her own. she glared as she walked the halls looking for anyone and, well, anything. nothing. after ten minutes, nothing. she ran her fingers along the white walls and stopped. surely some of the other members had some blood or at least those medical packs that tasted of plastic. either way she was willing for anything. she headed into another area of the tower and found the elevator. might as well. she climbed in and hit the button for the lobby.

the elevator dinged its annoying ding and then fell to the lobby all in a mater of two minutes. yay the lobby. she wagged her finger in lost enthusiasm and stepped out to see Mr. Ozawa and Kyouji having what smelled like tea. she walked over and smiled as friendly as she could. mmm alcohol... she stared at Kyouji and then looked away. "uh.... good morning?" she started in Japanese. she wasn't Japanese, granted she did resemble it a little, but being a only nineteen she was into certain things and anime just happen to be one of those things. so it was normal for her to pick up on the language. even if it was limited.

"Ummm..." she started and paused trying to remember the word for blood, and becoming unsuccessful. "food?" she settled on a different word that practically lead to same thing and looked at Mr. Ozawa. a sweet old man, who currently seemed to be up set, she looked at Kyouji, who was in practically the same mood. she paused for a moment and then sighed, reverting back to English. "where can i find some food?"

[Mishima Kyouji]

Kyouji sipped at his spiked tea, which had a kick to it that could be felt in the back of his throat. Ozawa looked at Kyouji disparagingly and in Japanese said, "Come now Kyouji-san, Alcohol this early in the morning?" Kyouji responded in Japanese saying, "Fuck you Old Man, I can't pet the lion and now you're trying to tell me I can't enjoy my tea, Fuck you." Ozawa chuckled to himself, "Come now Kyouji-san, why are you acting so childish you're a Mishima for goodness sake."

Before Kyouji could reply a youngish girl approached and said, in horrendous japanese, "food?". Uncharacteristically both Ozawa and Kyouji reacted in the same way raising an eyebrow at the primitive demand. As if sensing the error in her way the girl quickly retorted in english this time, "Where can I find some food?" Kyouji was still perplexed however as something seemed off about this girl.

He quickly looked her over to find any oddities, at first glance she was fairly normal standing at five feet three inches tall. Her eyes where pitch black and hair was black as well. However, upon a second closer look she was extremely pale had strange tattoo markings and emitted the same body heat as a corpse, she also had horns now that he looked a little more closely.

Before Kyouji could question the walking corpse Ozawa replied in english, "Ah, you must be the new Eleven," he then glared at Kyouji and said, "I hope you don't have the same poor fortune as the previous Eleven." Kyouji then defensively replied in Japanese, "Come on Ozawa no need to scare the noobie, I only killed him because he looked at me funny." ignoring Kyouji Ozawa continued, "You see the younger Mishima-sama has quite the temper and should honestly be avoided unless on official bussiness, he isn't exactly 'balanced.'"

Ozawa took the last sip of his green tea and stood saying, "As for your food Ms. Eleven if you would like traditional food you can eat here at the cafe in the lobby or just give me the word and I will acquire whatever you desire." Ozawa held out his hand as a security guard handed him a manila folder, he opened it flicked through quickly and continued, "However, if you desire something more substantial for your kind just head to the infirmary on the seventh floor and I'm sure they'll be able take care of your special needs."

Ozawa sighed and looked to Kyouji and in Japanese said, "As much as I know I will regret this Kyouji-san I'm going to ask you to escort Ms. Eleven to where ever she needs to go in her current state she could be vulnerable to an attack from a lower ranking member of the Caskets whose looking for a quick promotion, and we like to treat our newest members with some courtesy."

Kyouji finished the rest of his iced tea and stood up replying to Ozawa in Japanese saying, "Even though thats not how things work I'll humour you because she's pretty." He then turned to Jade and said with a wink in english, "Where are we off too Ms. Eleven?"

[umm.jade york parker ?!]

uj smiled as she listened to the two argue. it was just like young people and their elders to fight. a little disrespectful but usual. she smiled a little more and then sighed.

"I hope you don't have the same poor fortune as the previous Eleven. . . . . . . You see the younger Mishima-sama has quite the temper and should honestly be avoided unless on official business, he isn't exactly 'balanced."

"I'm pretty sure he would be the least of my worries. In fact I'm sure i mentioned this when i talked to Mr. thirteen, but despite my age i have no control to speak of." she smiled as politely as she could and then looked away. Ozawa continued to speak and all uj could do was listen. she smiled once he mentioned the infirmary. clearly now he was in the loop as to what she was. she had to wonder though if she was their first vampire member. she pushed the thought away and looked at Mr. Ozawa.

"As much as I know I will regret this Kyouji-san I'm going to ask you to escort Ms. Eleven to where ever she needs to go in her current state she could be vulnerable to an attack from a lower ranking member of the Caskets whose looking for a quick promotion, and we like to treat our newest members with some courtesy."

uj sighed and looked at Mr. Ozawa. she was about to protest till Kyouji asked where they were off to. she had half a mind to tell him off, but decided against it considering if she fought any she would surely bite Kyouji or Mr. Ozawa and clearly Mr. thirteen would be opposed to that. she looked at Kyouji and then back to Mr. Ozawa. "Thank you." she smiled and then turned her attention to Kyouji. "The infirmary, since i can not partake in the same eating habits as others such as your self and Mr. Ozawa."