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    Katsumoto Yuri

    Katsumoto entered the conference room, paying only the briefest glance to the mirrors before turning his attention to Linus Gregor. Each person had their own taste, and while the mirrors weren't Katsumoto's flavor, he wouldn't question how another man decorates his establishment. He sat in a rather fine chair at the conference table on the opposite end from Gregor, listening patiently to his tip-toeing around the real matter. He made some veiled threats, but even if his people could sneak up on and kill Yamato Jun, Katsumoto would not be bereft of his power.

    In the end, Katsumoto interpreted only one thing from Gregor's offer. "I think, Mr. Gregor, I will need more information as to your intentions before I exchange my company's research. You see, my position allows me access to any restricted files, but the company's security systems keep logs of who accesses what files and when. They can't be hacked, deleted, or changed. The reasons are obvious, but my point is, if this research goes out to create something destructive and it is revealed the components are of Eclipse design, it is only my name that will be registered as having accessed the necessary files.

    "In short, I cannot take the risk without knowing the benefits, or the result. Eclipse Futuristics employs tens of thousands of people across the country and in Japan. I cannot afford to let the company drown. It is a legitimate research firm, Mr. Gregor, not simply a cartel. The advancements we've made in the last five years could lead to a technological revolution in the next ten. I stand to lose much, you see. I do not doubt your intentions, nor will I necessarily refuse your offer. I respect your privacy, and value my own, but I must know more before I can make a decision."

    Katsumoto folded his hands on the table in front of him, "If you wish, we can adjourn until tomorrow, however, I'm more of a to-the-point kind of businessman. You tell me what information you need, and I'll ask you what I need to know before exchanging it."
    "I am the brightest light, for I am darkness. I know everything, for I know nothing. I am a container, brimming with emotion, for I am empty."
    --Bebedora, Arc the Lad

    "Intelligence is the key, and she is locked out." - Josh Sneed, in reference to his ex.

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    Dante Kane

    (I just had to throw this into here before I post, and to be honest. Sorry for messing up the continuity, but I will edit this and put some IC in later today. The reference was to the Wizard of Earthsea books, I believe. I will admit, I did a search on it. However, I knew it sounded familiar, and I have read those books several times. I cannot place where that wizard is from, or anything about him actually, but I at least had heard of it, just needed a memory jog.)


    Dante nodded as Gideon spoke to him. "Sure thing, I'll have the fellas get right on it." he replied. Dante was never one to push the issue of, well, anything really, and he greatly respected his customer's choices. It was his belief that pushy businessmen soon found they lost both respect and income. His eyebrows rose slightly at Gideon's mention of 'other business', an innocent expression all on its own, which was accompanied by a slight smile.

    "You have, at least, piqued my interest, Gideon." he said after a slight pause, pursing his lips a little bit, "Go on. As you know, nothing said ever leaves my lips unless needed." 'As needed' of course meant only others that needed to know would be informed. The man behind the counter had tight lips, and hadn't ever betrayed the trust of anyone, not that most suspected what he really did know.

    One of Dante's more successful accomplishments was his information network, which was primarily taken care of by Asuka. She was far more adept than he at that sort of thing, and had done wonders by it. Another important aspect of any business was information, and knowing when to act. And so he and Asuka developed, through a myriad series of cutouts and informants, a rather vast network of 'feelers', as it were, that had penetrated a fair majority of the Dice. His goals were honest, never had he used any information gained for personal gain, Dante just knew from experience that it was better to be informed in advance of anything of consequence to either hie crew, his shop, or himself. In addition to that, not once did they ever ask for, or accept, vital or top secret information from their sources, it was simply much easier that way. Dante didn't care what the large corporations of the city were involved in, as long as his operations were left alone he was good.

    All this was simply to go hand in hand with his philosophy on the clans around the city. Live and let live, that was how it should be. Dante wasn't naive, he knew what he was doing could lead to trouble, but they were all willing to take that risk. After all, they seriously doubted any of the inconsequential information they had obtained would matter to any of the companies.

    As Gideon posed his question, Dante merely looked back at him, raising a hand and rubbing his chin and jawline lightly. "Hmmm 'Red Mage of Ark', you say?" he thought for a moment. There was a few scraps of knowledge he could recall about such a name, but nothing that would help at this point. Besides, it was better to err on the side of caution and see what was possibly in store for him. "I'll admit, I know fo the name. Well, sort of. But I doubt I know anything that would be of help you yourself, it seems quite evident you know much more than I do." he said, inclining his head towards Gideon in acknowledgment of that fact. "I'd be happy to learn more, if you like, and see if our interests can be mutually beneficial." he added with a plain smile.
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    The Song Twins (Min Ji & Kwan Gi)

    Amanda was studying her brother in silence from the sofa she was stretching out in, while he was talking rapidly in Korean over the phone. He nodded a few times, for whom she wasn't quite sure.

    "Ye... Ye... understood," Michael said, nodding once more before he finally hung up.

    "Change of plans," he continued as he looked up at her, smiling slightly as he caught her staring. She quirked an eyebrow.

    "Somehow the cops got a wiff of the race tomorrow," he was quick to explain. "Some noob must have told the wrong person. He decided to move it up to tonight..." he looked down at his watch. "Well, within the hour, more precisely. Or it will be cancelled."

    "Tonight?! Within the hour?!" she repeated. "Do you know how difficult it will be to gather the drivers? They are probably already out there somewhere drinking their brains out. And not only that, we need the scouts, and set up perimeters..." The threw out her hands in a hopeless gesture. Sometimes Amanda had a difficult time understanding Mr Pak. Mr Pak was their clan leader, but his official title was CEO of TriCo Domain, shortly called TCD. TCD owned several garages in Dice but their main bussiness was unlike some garages not fixing the cars themselves but rather ordering, installing and tuning custom made luxurious articles such as the latest and top of the line sound systems, gaming consoles, tv screens, computers. More or less anything that counted as electronics.

    "Fine... I'll take care of the drivers if you'll fix the rest," Amanda, or Min Ji as the underground knew her as, threw her legs over the sofa and with large strides went to pick up her cell. "I hope Ash isn't out drinking again. That fool!" Michael merely nodded as he was already in conversation on his.



    Lindsey (Min Sun) Song

    Yamato Jun. So she had been right, he wasn't Korean. She nodded in acknowledgement as he mentioned Katsumoto Yuri. The Chimaera had never had any direct bussiness with Katsumoto or Eclipse Futuristics Inc for that matter, at least not to her knowledge. But one must be brain damaged not to recognise the name Katsumoto Yuri in this town.

    "Maybe he'll get lucky on the floor," she commented on the mark, caring very little if he did or not. The man's fate was not her problem, especially after he had proven to be a man not worthy of her respect. She continued to fiddle with the paper as Jun pulled out a business card, taking the opportunity to exchange one number for another giving him the paper in return. She hammered the card with the tip of her nail as he began to explain.

    "Well, I'm not really unemployed as it is, but I'll think about it," she said with a smile, putting the card safely in her handbag. Perhaps the clan could benefit somehow, but strategy like that was not her forte. She would have to take it up with her siblings later.

    "Later J," she called after him, finally taking the first sip of her drink. His last remark had not slided by unnoticed. It was with a smile on her lips that she finally caught up with her friends again.

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    Gideon smiled, nodded when appropriate and then said, "Dante, I can assure you that your reimbursement will be significant. Please deliver the car tonight at midnight to the Gargoyle Lot. I'll be waiting there."

    As he spoke, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up. Gideon opened the side-door before looking back and adding, "It won't be simple. The desert is brutal, but the Red Mage is worse. Word is, that he's a complete lunatic with a long list of dead people attached to his name. Your people should be careful. Keep me informed."

    He slipped in and the Mercedes pulled away, leaving Dante to ponder his task.

    Portia awaited him in the car, a stern look with a twist of her long blond curls. "Your assignment is in the envelope in the glove-box."

    Gideon did as suggested. He took a glimpse of the woman in the picture, Middle-Eastern, dark, exotic with exquisite, full lips. "This is Na'ila? She's beautiful."

    "I ran the basic footwork because I know you're busy tonight. But as far as I can tell from the records, she's dead."

    "Records don't mean anything except that if she disappeared, then those records have been doctored."

    "So the first place we look is the government."

    "Of course."

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    Linus did not say anything for a long time, thinking his thoughts slowly as he sipped at his drink, his pale eyes staring calmly at Katsumoto.

    It seemed that the Japanese preferred to be blunt. To be blunt was always a sort of risk. The queen's gambit in chess. Immediately your opponent would know your intentions, and could thus counter your moves. However, this wasn't precisely chess. This was a game of building relationships, not destroying them. And in order to gain trust, trust had to first be given.

    "Katsumoto-sama, I want to know the extent of your contract with the Rican government. I know that they've been engineering soldiers for the last decade, but they lacked the true talent until they hired your company. And I know that the rare, extraordinary things that you've been developing has given you the ability to be the middle man, playing all edges of the field against each other.

    "But I should warn you, although it is likely that you are aware of this already. Being the middle man is a temporary position. Make your profit and run. Unless you have other supporters, to solidify your position. To turn your middle ground into a tree of life and extend your deep roots into the realms of all those who would threaten you.

    "You have the seed for such a tree. Allow me to be the water. I have access to resources that even the government does not, dares not even begin to meddle with. Come with me, and tour my newest project, and perhaps you will begin to understand something of my true business.

    "And there are things for my business which you can easily provide me. Primarily information on those who would threaten what I do and would limit what I might possibly begin to achieve."

    He smiled, the red of his drink staining his lips before he wiped at them slowly with a delicate handkerchief.

    "I have a car waiting for us. Will you come with me? Will you take a glimpse of true destiny?"

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    Yamato Jun

    Jun easily hacked the lock on the hotel door and slid into the deserted room. It was a standard suite with one bed. Jun entered the small bathroom and drew his ninjato. Jun didn't believe in silencers, because, as he saw it, if a man could not kill another person quietly by getting close, he could not justifiably call himself an assassin. At least, that was the reasoning Jun employed to mkae use of his sword. He so rarely got to unsheathe it. Jun stood in the shower with the weapon drawn, not making a sound. He knew his mark was spending his time drinking and gamblig and would likely visit the bathroom before passing out on the bed. How long that would take, Jun did not know.

    He glanced at his watch every so often, though the hands on the face seemed to slow each time he did. Eventually, the small hand found its way up to the 12 and not soon after the suite door parted followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. The person who entered made a few grunting sounds and mumbled something about rigged slots before the bathroom light went on and Jun heard the door close. He peeked from behind the shower curtain to verify his mark. The man was splashing his face with cold water when Jun stepped out of the shower. By the time he turned off the water and dried his face, Jun was behind him. He opened his eyes as he drew the cloth from his cheeks.

    His eye sockets bulged as the ninjato slid through his spine and past his heart and emerged at the gap between his collarbones. Paralyzed, he could do nothing to defend himself as Jun twisted the blade and ended his life. The corpse fell to the ground, sliding off the blade as it did. Using the slightly damp cloth, Jun wiped the remains from his sword and resheathed it.

    He left the suite, having no reason to linger, and headed back into the hotel lobbey. His phone beeped as he approached the escalators. Reading the text message, he dialed a special 16-digit number. A GPS display showed up on th small LCD screen as Jun made his way towards the parking garage. Katsumoto was in his meeting with Gregor, but apparantly the casino tycoon wished to take Katsumoto somewhere he wasn't entirely sure was safe.

    Jun started his black BMW 335i coupe and pulled out of the garage as Katsumoto's signal turned on to the road ahead of him. His orders weren't to try and hide, so Jun sped up behind the transport vehicle.


    Katsumoto Yuri

    Katsumoto was not typically one to suffer uncooperation, but Gregor was, for all intents and purposes, his equal. Therefore, he could not simply walk out and forget this little meeting. Whatever it was Gregor had planned for his new project, it was clear gambling wasn't the sole purpose of the building.

    "Verywell, Mr. Gregor. I will see what you have to show me," he spoke, this time in English. "At this point I am not sure how it might persuade me, but I trust you will not waste my time. Actually, the way you've been alluding to the purpose of this new establishment had gained my intrest. I still don't see what Eclipse Futuristics has to do with anything so far, but I will see your offer through."

    Katsumoto stood and followed Gregor to the car he mentioned. Along the way, Katsumoto turned to one of his bodyguards and gave him a sharp nod. The bodyguard in turn drew his cellphone and sent a text to a predetermined person. In this case it was one of Katsumoto's agents, Yamato Jun. Katsumtot's intentions were to be sure someone outside of the car he would be riding in would know the way to whereever it was Gregor was taking him. Jun was smart and knew when to stay out of the way and when to come to Katsumoto's aid, if needed. Katsumoto didn't entrirely trust Gregor, though he doubted he would do anything so foolish as to harm Katsumoto.
    "I am the brightest light, for I am darkness. I know everything, for I know nothing. I am a container, brimming with emotion, for I am empty."
    --Bebedora, Arc the Lad

    "Intelligence is the key, and she is locked out." - Josh Sneed, in reference to his ex.

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    Dante Kane

    (taking a few time warp liberties, I'm same day as the rest of you, obviously, but accelerated my time to match SoHee's, basically. Just for ref and ease of reading ^^)

    Dante watched as Gideon delivered the last of his offer, and nodded in silent reply. The short reunion had given him much to think on, and plenty of questions. He noticed the lack of mention about more information as well, though he decided to push that issue later in the night. It was obvious, for one, that the danger was very real, and Dante was never one to underestimate anything. Quite the opposite, he seemed over pessimistic at times, though that simply was a trait he pushed himself into developing for his advantage. It was always prudent to assume your opponent or task was better than you, for being cocky and short sighted was a quick way to get killed.

    "Damnit Dante, what's taking you so long!" Tekk shouted from the back, breaking Dante from his thoughts. "What's up, D?" he said while walking upfront. Dante shrugged lightly "Oh just an old customer and a new job." he replied, choosing to not reveal the conversation just yet. "C'mon, let's get that beer." he said, slapping Tekk on the shoulder and leading him back to the cooler.

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    Not long later they were kicking back in the garage, tossing around jokes, and insults, and having a generally good time as they checked out Gideon's car. Dante grinned, he laughed, he gave as good as he got. He was happy, as he hadn't been in a long time. These were his people, this was his city. Some may say the Dice was a dangerous and rough place, but to Dante nothing else would ever be home to him. Most of his life had been spent here, and he planned to spend the rest of it right alongside his crew.

    After a few moments of silence, Dante decided it was time to bring light on the request made. "I did not mention it before, but Gideon did mention something else... another job of sorts." he said quietly, grabbing all of their attention, and explained briefly what was said. For a second or two, no one said anything in reply. Grizzly was the first to respond, and his reply was a loud, almost booming, guffaw of laughter at the thought. The others cracked grins and a couple laughed as well. "A... A.... A w-wizard???" Grizzly managed to get out, still laughing.

    "What sort of nonsense is this?" Solaris asked quizzically, grinning all the same. Dante's lips couldn't help but twitch at their response, though his tone was serious. "What is told you is all I know. I've heard little about this 'Red Mage', and all of it sounds rather unbelievable." he said, shrugging lightly. "I notice you are taking this quite seriously." Asuka murmured over the dying laughter and jokes. Dante glanced over at her and smiled, shrugging lightly again, "I've learned long ago to never assume anything to be either right or wrong, until I know for myself." he replied simply. For a moment he looked around, meeting their eyes. "Well, he wants the answer tonight, at midnight, I believe when we drop off the car. So you all have some time to think."

    A cellphone rang as Dante was speaking, and Lily quickly silenced it and looked at the caller. Biting her lip she decided to answer and walked off from the group. Dante observed her from his peripheral vision as she spoke to the others. She came back after a moment and inconspicuously nudged Tekk's side. Looking down he saw the phone as she angled it, showing a quick typed message from her which simply read 'Race 1 hour'. "That's all well and good, but we've got more pressing matters right now." Tekk said after Dante finished. Dante looked over at him, arching his eyebrow slightly, and all he received in return was a grin. His eyes moved about the others, watching as they all smiled or grinned in their own ways, and he raised his arms, palms upturned, "What?"

    Lily, who was the eternally young-looking, cute, quite type, was the first to speak up. "Uh-uh, no spoiling the surprise yet." she said with a light giggle and beckoned once with her head. Dante followed as she and Tekk turned, leading him out of the shop itself to the attached garage, the others following behind. They passed several rows of cars, mostly held as their private collection though they each had several favorites they drove regularly, and finally stopped in front of a, well, thing covered in a large black sheet, suspended in a way that it gave no idea of it's shape.

    "What's this?" he said slowly, his voice full of intrigue. Asuka grinned as she stepped up beside him, "This? Oh this is nothing, just a welcome home present." she said, her eyes full of laughter. Looking slightly confused, Dante looked back at Lily and Tekk who were standing at opposite ends of the sheet. "Since you were making your grand return, we decided to cook up this little surprise for you. It's not much, but, well, we think that you will enjoy it." Lily informed him as he watched them, a smile playing on her lips as she spoke. Then she added, with much ceremony, "And now, without further adieu..."

    Dante's breath caught, his eyes widening visibly, as the sheet flew off. Before him rested an immaculate 1995 Toyota Supra TT, almost literally raised from the grave years before. "Jane..." he breathed, his eyes taking in each curve of the ebony body as he moved forward. The Supra, or Jane as he had affectionately named her, had taken almost a year to restore, bringing it back to near mint condition just for Dante. The others approached as he delicately slid his hand over the curve of the frame. "Worked on 'er non stop fer you." Grizzly said in very uncharacteristic somberness, "Night n' day fer God knows 'ow long."

    "Put her right back the way she used to be." Solaris said in an equally reserved voice. "With some extras, of course. We think you'll be pleased to get to know her once more." Dante smiled, practically beaming at them. Jane was his first car, his first real one anyways, and they had had great times together. In no way was she ordinary, fully redone and custom tuned, almost a completely different car as far as the drivetrain, exhaust, suspension, and other mechanics went. But on the outside, the perfect sleeper, jet black, the darkest they could find or even make, and tint to rival that color. There was practically no one anymore that would even recognize what type of car it was. In Dante's opinion, if you did not recognize it you were in the wrong business.

    "I... I don't..." he said, trailing off. Grizzly slapped his bear-like hand down on his shoulder and grinned, "You don't gotta say nuffin." he said simply, to which the others nodded. "Course, we couldn't have our illustrious leader rolling in some junked out Hyundai." Tekk grinned. At that, Lily stepped forward again. "There's one more thing. To help you two get acquainted again, I looked into some contacts for you." Dante cocked his head slightly, Lily's gaze looked around for a moment before continuing. "A race." she said simply, making the phrase seem almost anti-climatic.

    (Had to stop, it was getting way too long lol Also, SoHee, am I still able to reach you at the email you gave me back when we originally did this? It was a gmail acct I remember, I don't wanna list it if you didn't want it all out there lol)

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    OOC: Ark, the Red Mage of Ark is an Earthsea reference.

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    "Just remember: What you know about 'The Dice' isn't anything. Ninety-nine of it is below the surface, kinda like an iceberg... ya know?"

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    "Geeze..."

    The first few minutes off the plane and everything seemed fine, but the officy-looking fellow couldn't help but hear his boss' words echoing in his ears. Rosso's advice was little comfort either. Thankfully, like The Dice, the office rat was a little like an iceberg himself. "Excuse me," he said, trying to get the attention of a passerby. "Excuse me?" No one was listening. It's just another scam to them; another way to lose their lives, or their life savings.

    Sighing, the man walked on, trying to find his way out of the hellishly confusing airport. It was probably purposeful for two reasons. It was unnecessarily crammed and twisty for starters, and secondly, it seemed a good way to make money. People get lost on the way to the connecting flight and have to pay, they pack more stores in, and it is easier to catch a mugger when he has no idea where he is, or for that matter, it's easy to mug someone who has no idea where they are. Which thought brought the young ramble-haired office-looking fellow to present.

    Suddenly and without provocation, the office youth was bumped, or rather more accurately, shoved, from behind. Maintaining balance and still holding his carry-ons, he quickly turned and, looking the very image of imposing in his loose tie, partially unbuttoned twill shirt, and wrinkled khaki pants, began staring at three hoodlums. "Dressed" in shorts that hung to the floor and bearing small concealable knives in their palms, they were all but professional in presentation and execution.

    "Dudes... Not cool... What's the beef?" he said, sort of whiny and complaintive. He was here on business, possibly prolonged, and didn't want to be bothered. His work was annoying enough most of the time.

    "'Dudes'? What? You're from the 1990's or something? Loser... Just give us your stuff and we won't have to kill you." He shrugged and tried to look smug while he juked once, "We might anyway, but we won't have to." However, when he tried to look smug, he just looked like an idiot.

    "Listen little-fish... You don't want any of this stuff. You couldn't sell it, use it, sniff it, inject it- Well I guess you could inject some of it, but you wouldn't want to..." Shaking his head in annoyance and to get back on track, he began again. "Anyway, you just wouldn't want any of this stuff. Besides that, you wouldn't be able to get it regardless. You could try though, if you like." This was the part he liked about his job.

    The lead wannabe gangsta shrugged and the trio moved forward for the stash. "Okay," he said and dropped his things on the airport floors suddenly. Jumping forward, he sent his knee up and into the lead's nose. Reaching quickly right, he grabbed the hand of another, blade out and shining, and yanked it hard left as his feet began to touch the ground, catching the third male in the neck. Throwing his head back violently, he head-butted the second, office-boy taking his knife while he fell down unconscious.

    Spinning the knife through his fingers, the office-jockey flicked his wrist, and it embedded in the unconscious second hoodlum's gut.

    "How I love to get the blood moving..." he said to himself quietly, grabbed his things and walked onward for the exit.

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    "Looks like you made it alright," a bald man said to the office boy. "Been a long time Erik."

    "Hey man! Yeah... It sure has. You're lucky, you know? You can kill here and no one bats an eye!" Erik said back, more energetically than perhaps he should.

    "Oh... Well... That depends... You'll see..." Turning around he walked to a black sedan and opened the trunk with his key fob. "Time to go."

    "That's cool," Erik said and threw his stuff in the trunk. "Hey, Jack... Can we get something to eat before the meeting? I've been flying for twelve hours... That plane food sucks..."

    The bald Jack nodded, "Sure, man. Sure."

    "You know, I'm happy I didn't murder you all those years ago cause you're a good guy. Ironic we're working together now, eh?" Again, the spunkiness probably was a little over the top. He always did have a problem with enthusiasm.

    Jack winked and opened his car door. "I know a good place. Ragnarok. Rosso wanted you to go there anyway." Erik closed the trunk and appeared to float to the passenger door he was so happy. He'd heard about it in L.A.

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    Lindsey (Min Sun) Song

    "Hey sis," Lindsey answered the cell after checking the caller ID. "What up?"
    She waved to Jin to take her spot at the black jack table with a fairly large amount lying in front of her. Perhaps she wasn't a big gambler but it didn't stop her from getting really lucky from time to time.

    "WHAT?" she said after Amanda had explained the situation. "Ash is probably out drinking," she continued and she could almost see her sister rolling her eyes at this. Ash was always out drinking. "Hell no, I've already had one."

    "Hold on a sec... girls, wrap it up!" she told her friends while waving at them. "Right, well I'll see what I can do. But you'd better come up with a backup, and that's still a no sis."

    "The race have been moved up a bit," Lindsey explained once the chips had been exchanged into greens and they were heading outside. "We need to find Ash... He won't pick up his cell, god knows where the ass is."
    Ash wasn't the most reliable drivers the Chimaera Clan had, but the times he did show up he usually kicked ass. The Chimaeras usually organized races, between clans or anyone with enough cash. Sometimes they weren't even racing at all, only organising. Tonight they were one of four cars, or at least that was the idea, if Ash would turn up.


    Amanda & Michael Song

    A dark violet Lamborghini Murciélago with a large chimaera on the hood was speeding down the road, zig zagging between the lanes. It wasn't the first car to arrive when it finally reached its goal. More than 20 cars had already assemblied and more where pouring in. The Chimaeras were known for putting together good races and it was few that went under the radar of the underground. The scouts were already in place circulating their positions while a perimeter around the start and finish line had been set up with several cars. As always they were tapping the radio feed from the lawmen, ready to bail if need be.

    The Lamborghini pulled up nearby the start line, a girl was already on her way spraying a silver line on the ground. The doors slid open and Kwan Gi exited at the exact moment as Min Ji stepped out from the drivers seat. The twins made a quite stunning picture, both in tailored suits, Kwan Gi all in black and Min Ji all in white. Both looked seemingly unarmed, but everyone who knew them well realised they were not. Kwan Gi, as always, was talking on the phone as they both stepped up to meet the drivers. Everyone was already there, except one. Ash was still missing, and so was Linds.


    OOC: Anyone who feels like it, fill the empty spots.. One for the Chimaeras and one for DarkKain, the rest is up for grabs...

    well I'm exhausted so that will have to do for now.

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    Beep-beep-beep!

    Jack's phone signaled a text came in and he checked it nonchalantly. After sighing deeply and slinking over the wheel, he stopped at the light. "Well, Erik, we're a little ahead of schedule it seems. A race was bumped up, and our organization was supposed to be in it. The car is not too far away from here, but the race changed spots, I think. Someone snitched I suppose. Good time to start the contact making. Or the spectacle creating, whatever you want to do. If you race for Rosso, it might raise some interest. His car hasn't been seen racing in a couple years; since he left it here in the Dice to manage the Culexus Vindicare. It's up to you."

    Erik sighed, and his stomach growled. "You know, most of what I do is boring. I don't like thinking about things too much. The Dice seems to be a little faster pace than I'm used to. I like it, but I really would like to hit a burger stand or something, at the very least..." He was looking at bald Jack, who was still apparently awaiting an answer. "Yes, I'd like to race," he finally said.

    "I think we've got about five minutes to spare. So it is," Jack said, grinned and turned left before the light turned green. Speeding off into the night, he seemed to be more at ease. Life in the fast lane, literally. "So Erik, these guys are all rather good. Chimaera are the organizers of most of the races, and they're also good racers. It's no pulled punches, so cutting someone off and into a river or forcing someone timid into a light pole happens. People die. I remember once when a plane almost landed on my car," he chuckled lightly. "That was touchy."

    Erik looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I'll ask later... So then are there any rules?"

    "Get there first, and don't take shortcuts. You can go off the track... But it isn't recommended, they plot them well and for good reasons. Although I think sometimes the Chimaeras tip things a little into their favor... You might see what I mean, but it's ever so subtle when they do it..." Jack's hands tightened on the wheel and he pulled a quarter turn and hit the E-brake. Erik held onto the ceiling grip and they slid sideways for a good distance before Jack pumped the brake and they slid into an empty spot.

    "We're here. The car is inside the garage, here're the keys," Jack said quickly and tossed them to Erik. "I'll grab you a burger."

    "Cool," Erik said and jumped out of the car.

    Opening the side door to the garage, there was a car under a blanket that from the outline looked like a Trident Iceni. "Oh, I so hope so..." Erik said and removed the cover to show a deep maroon colored Trident that changed shade as one walked around it. It was a car that looked like it was a blade slicing through air, and drove just like it. "Mmmmmhmmm..." Erik's face went wide with a smile and he slapped the garage control, unlocked the car and hopped in. As the door went up, there was Jack, nodding with two burgers in hand.

    "Oh, yeah... It's the shiz..." he said and opened the passenger door, then crawled in. "Let's go."

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    Sliding up to a silver line, Erik was impressed with the number of drivers, and the number of spectators. "There," Jack said. "There's two Chimaera right now. The Twins." He pointed over at the Lamborghini and warned Erik. "They're both dangerous."

    "And they're both pretty," Erik said and chuckled. "No biggie... Who cares? I'm dangerous. You're dangerous... We're all dangerous... I get it. Heh." He parked it, turned it off, and balled up the burger wrapper as he got out to stand by the car. He looked a little out of place in his current attire, but going incognito means... Well... Going incognito.

    He caught eyes with the girl and smiled, raising his chin in greeting while he leaned against the car with his hands in his pockets as if he were at a park against a tree instead of entering a race with twenty other cars in a tight urban scene with splotchy lighting and the possibility of arrest, imprisonment, and with his list of suspected crimes, worse.

    "That's Min Ji. And she probably already hates you."

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    OOC: The Lamborghini isn't actually racing is it? Because that would blow the competition out of the water...

    IC: Nix hadn't slept for three days, sitting out in the desert in the back of a camouflaged Humvee waiting for instructions. Although training had prepared her for similar exercises, she nevertheless could feel the lack of sleep beginning to wear upon her.

    What she knew about the Red Mage of Ark was merely history - volumes of information bound in books older than civilization. Internally, she questioned her orders. After the assignment in Dice, she hadn't expected to be driven out here into this desolation to hunt for a figure that was more or less impossible.

    But what she had seen in her three days of silent desert were just as unlikely. On the second evening, as she peered out through her night scope, she could've sworn she saw the mirage of a monster, a golem of immense proportions, although very far away. And that early morning, she could've sworn that she heard the moan of some distant creature, endlessly belligerent and pained.

    For the first time in a long time, she felt as if the training that she had received would not be enough for whatever was out there in the desert. Still the radio remained silent, even as it whispered, "Wait. Wait. Wait..."

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    The Lexus pulled up to the race, dimmed its lights and scrolled down its windows.

    "There's not much we can do about our case today, so, just enjoy your night," Portia said as she stepped out. Completely dressed in gray business attire, she looked profoundly respectable in a realm of unsavory and strange characters. On the other hand, Gideon had changed in the car and was now wearing a rolled up, button down lined shirt over rough jeans and sneakers.

    "Of course." He flashed Portia an elegant smile before flipping out his phone. His car should be arriving any moment now, but he couldn't be too sure.

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    A limousine rolled up for both Linus Gregor and Katsumoto at a discreet backdoor to the Ragnorak. Linus sidled in first and gestured for Katsumoto to follow him.

    It was a short trip, lasting a mere five minutes, but it was obvious that they were driving away from the lights and towards the desert. The ominous, barely lit mound that they arrived at was supremely mysterious, but Linus did not hesitate as he exited the limo and strode up to the front door, a massive gothic structure that opened inwards.

    "This is The Artifact. My newest casino."

    It was obvious that there was something strange about the place. There was a glow upon its stones that seemed to intake the lights, and made the construction equipment seem as if they were false, and impertinent in the face of true grandeur.

    "Come. Let us enter the belly of the beast. There are things here that you may be one of the few to first witness. Things that have crept at the back of my mind since I found them and threaten to eat me in my sleep."

    At this point he gave Katsumoto a sly wink.

    "Fortunately, I never sleep."

    OOC: a kind of languid filler post. I've been really stressed out in the last few days and I need to tie some things up. I'll keep posting, but my postings will be of the same sort for the next couple of days.

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    "ablocare nos videre quidnam ad incido modo." (Let's see what's happening now)

    A man sitting in a plush maroon leather chair of uniquely art deco design pressed a button on a small control. Glowing into existence, a holographic display floated up in front of him. After plugging a passcode into the air display, a set of options came up. Picking a few he leaned back in the chair and watched a GPS display pop up beside the other. He chuckled then ran a ringed hand through his long and wavy chestnut hair. "Looks like he's going after all," he thought then smirked. Tapping a few more options, he got a live video and audio feed from the selected GPS device. Another window, interactive in nature, popped up and he set it on mute for his end.

    One of the occupants of the car that was shown stepped out, then the other. There was some talk of "the Twins" and the figure delicately manipulated the view on the GPS device and found them. "Indeed," he mumbled and swiveled the view back. "I wonder if they'll remember the car..." Memories of the heady days in the Dice tromping around with Caleb seemed to surface as if out of black oil, unvisited as they were for such a long time. Looking over to his left he saw a wall on which hung, from floor to ceiling, custom and handcrafted swords of meticulous detail and fine craftsmanship.

    Reaching to the nearby glass-topped stand, he lifted the crystal wine glass and swirled it absentmindedly while he thought of the past. Bringing the glass to his nose he took a long draw of the hundred-year-old merlot and closed his eyes. The deep rich scent matching the color. This was the single most serene moment he'd had the pleasure to enjoy in a few months. Erik was new to this, the Culto ab Animus Edo Edi Essum. He wasn't even sure if Erik understood what the organization was about yet.

    The Culexus Vindicare was only a branch of it, after all. It would seem to an outsider or acolyte to be an organization of it's own accord, and it could be considered one. Though in reality, it was only a part of a greater whole that he would not be able to comprehend for many more years. Just as Rosso himself was unable to understand for a time, having been a second generation even, so it would be with Erik.

    There suddenly was a modestly piano chime that Rosso had been expecting. Pressing a button, the door was unlocked. Promptly he logged out of his controls, and stood from his chair. Adjusting his hair slightly, and his comfortably expensive suit, he walked through the living room of his luxurious and much underused flat to greet the figure walking into his foyer.

    "Greetings, friend. Are you ready?" the guest politely asked, smiling.

    "Oh... I suppose so 'Venustus...'" he said, and smiled back. "Let's go, shall we? We have some gentlemen who need to be taken good care of." Rosso swallowed the rest of his glass and placed it gingerly on the foyer stand. "It just isn't the same anymore..." he mumbled.

    "What isn't, love?" Venustus asked. She flicked her black hair back. It was the most subtle tint of red when it was back lit. "Hopefully not me...?" The look of concern in her face and heard in her voice.

    "No, my dear," he said and gently stroked her chin. "You're delightful..." He motioned to the wineglass and sighed. He noticed some ash on the rim and blew it off. "One of the things I miss is a good glass of wine. Memory only goes so far before you thirst for reality and new experience. That's all," he said and adjusted a few strands of Venustus' hair. "I'm glad I can still enjoy your warmth. I think I'd go mad without it."

    He smiled lightly, "Let's go."

    OOC: Side note, it isn't QUITE what you think... but it IS along those lines... ... ;) If you want to know Ark, let me know, I'll PM you the details.
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    The Song Trio

    While Kwan Gi was busy with organizing the group of scouts and controllers spread out through the are of the racing track Min Ji took a few minutes to study the crowd. The regulars, or the speeders as she liked to call them, those who loved everything with a high pace, be it a race or sky diving, were already there. Even some of the "it crowd" had begun to show up she noticed as the Lexus rolled up not far from the Murciélago. This was going to be a good race.

    She gave Gideon a nod of acknowledgement. Gideon was a well known character around these events, and it was not unknown to her that he was a Brahma Initiative. TriCo Domain had used them at many occasions and had always found them useful. Expensive of course, but they delivered.

    From the corner of her eye she couldn't help but to notice the arrival of the first competitor, a maroon coloured Trident. It was a car she hadn't seen in a while. She elbowed her brother in the side and nodded towards the car as he paused on his phone for a moment to take the time to lift his head off the ground.

    "He has returned," she hissed in korean. Saying nothing Kwan Gi merely nodded, being his usual silent self when it didn't involve a purely business conversation. His mind however went at full speed as to what it meant that he had returned to the streets. Min Ji, both more obvious and vocal than her brother, threw a couple of piercing looks at the driver, trying to measuring him up. As he noticed her staring he threw her a smile and a greeting. She gave him a brief nod in return, nothing more and nothing less.

    "Heya!" an attention-craving voice, one she recognised very well, broke her stare as her younger sister prodded for her attention.

    "Where is Ash?" she simply asked as Min Sun apparently had arrived, with her friends trailing behind. The girls were okay, some of them even decent drivers, but sometimes she wondered how smart they actually were. Puppies following their master.

    "That Sekkia smells like a brewery. He must have drunken soju all f-ing night!" Min Sun replied and a wild conversation in korean followed suit, even the girls tried to give their input from time to time.

    "That's enough." Min Ji finally said without actually raising her voice. She had that tone of voice that just made people listen, or forced more likely. "We promised a good race and that is what we are going to deliver. I'll take care of Ash later." The girls snickered. Ash was in the deep end of the pool now, one could only hope he knew how to swim.

    "Min Sun will be the driver for the Chimaeras tonight," she exclaimed in a higher tone in voice, switching over to English to make herself understood.

    "What of Ash?" one of the spectators threw out.

    "You got any problem with it?" Min Ji asked, sounding rather calmly, but the spectator quickly backed off, ensuring her he did not.

    Min Sun on the other hand was already leaving. It didn't take more than a minute before an engine was revving and soon she pulled up perfectly beside the maroon Trident. Inwardly she hated Ash. A race was a race, which she loved, so in a way she should thank him, but she had already taken two drinks tonight and she hated the way her car looked. Not yet branded as a Chimaera car it was red, ugly and pathetic. It was nothing like the high-end cars she was used to. It was a monster underneith, of course, but at the age of 21, the surface counted just as much. If Min Ji didn't kill him she certainly would. When she stepped out however, to wait for the other drivers to arrive, it was with her usual confidence.

    "You're new here, aren't you?" she asked the Trident's driver, looking at him from top til toe.


    OOC: Of course, it will not race, the lambo that is... :)
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    OOC: it was an RX8, right?

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    "Maybe not. She acknowledged your presence," said Jack. "Then again, you're driving Rosso's old ride. Well, you're on your own from here. Take a look at the city map before you drive on the on board GPS. I've uploaded the route, since you're new here." He patted Erik on the back and started to walk past him. A red RX8 drove up and he nodded to Min Sun in respect. He turned around and raised his eyebrows a couple of times quickly. "Careful," he warned, and finally walked away.

    "Yeah... Right..." Erik murmured. The driver stepped out and it was an unexpectedly young girl. Though the RX8 was nice looking, its driver doubly so. She looked him up and down casually, sizing up her competition.

    "You're new here, aren't you?" she asked. Erik shrugged and pulled his hands out of his pockets. He reached to his back pocket and pulled out a mostly empty pack of cigarettes. Giving it a couple taps as he walked over, he then popped out one and offered it to the girl.

    "To the Dice and this venue? Sure... You get my cherry, heh." He moved some gravel with his foot. "But driving. Nah."

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    Dante Kane

    Dante blinked a couple of time as her words registered. In fairness to him, he was still in a state of almost shock from seeing Jane once again. Slowly he looked around at them, and after a few moments his head shook slowly. "No. I can't." he said quietly, though they weren't all that surprised.

    "Deek" Lily said gently, using one of the few nicknames Dante had with them, but he shook his head, turning away from them. For a few moments, no one said a thing. Dante's head lowered slightly as his hands slid into the pockets of his jeans. "You have all been... amazing." he finally said, his voice low and his words were careful and deliberate. "What you have done for me, I would never have asked, or expected." he turned, facing them fully once more, and the remembered pain was burning in his eyes. "But I cannot... I just can't.." Asuka glided slowly forward as he trailed off, watching Dante carefully. Gently she placed a hand on his elbow and he looked back up at her. "Dante. I know, we all do, why... but please, it's been so very long..." her voice was equally quiet, soothing, trying to comfort him even a bit, but she broke off as he jerked his arm away, sidestepping. "Vincent died!" he half shouted, snapping at not just Asuka, but them all. Even through their understanding they were shocked, Dante's usual composure seemingly shattered for the moment. "Don't any of you understand that?!"

    The last sentence shocked them slightly, they all knew, of course, that is was just an explosion of grief and anger at his loss.... a point which Grizzly quickly reminded him. The towering bear of a man took a couple long-legged, quick strides forward and shoved Dante's shoulder. Caught slightly off guard, Dante faltered back a couple steps, though controllably so. "Vincent was our friend, too. We all miss your brother terribly. Or have you forgotten that?" he said, each word hard and like crushing gravel. Each word was clearly enunciated, a trait which only surfaced when he was either extraordinarily pissed or serious. Dante's jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth, not in anger but more to force himself to relax. Air was sucked in through his teeth as he looked up at the man before him, and after a moment he slowly closed his eyes.

    "I'm sorry..." he breathed, just loud enough that they could all hear. In all this time, he had come to terms with his brother's death, or so he thought at least. Loosing the last of his family was by far the most terrible blow he thought he would ever suffer. Intellectually he knew he was lashing out, though his sudden surge of emotion had surprised himself as well. Then again, he realized he should have expected it. What with the car, the mention of a race, even being in the Dice again, it all fed into it. Raising his hands he ran his fingers through his hair, "I-I didn't mean to..." he began again, though Tekk cut him off. "C'mon mate, you know we're a tougher lot than that." he said reassuringly, and a few of the others nodded. Asuka was again by his side as she spoke again, "We know Dante, we really do. I don't blame you, hell I don't think any of us do. But... it has been three years nearly." their eyes met and he sighed softly, "Besides... Vincent would want you to."

    His eyes snapped back up to hers, and though the words hurt so very slightly, he could see the honesty in her eyes. For several long moments, his mind teetered on the verge of his decision. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he nodded once. "Alright." he looked over at the group, "I suppose I can play for a little while." he said, and if his mind was still racing, his grin was exactly what they remembered.

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    The pair of cars raced down the street, pushing to get to the starting line in time. By the time he made his choice, Dante had had nearly thirty minutes to take Jane out for a spin. He put her through her paces, warming her up and readying her, not pushing too much. She was responding beautifully, and the past three years since his last race seemed to slip away. Now he was leading Asuka, who was driving Gideon's car, through the city. Jane's windows were up, preserving the look of the all black bullet as it flew through the lanes. There was another reason, of course, for that. While Dante wasn't vain, he knew he was popular in a certain respect around the city. No one but Gideon and his crew knew he was back, to his knowledge, and while he had wanted to keep it a quieter secret as long as possible, certain things could not be avoided. So instead, he'd simply delay the inevitable until he reached the others. After all, only a select few would know his car just from seeing it.

    As their cars pulled up, the thin crowd parted, allowing them to pass. Asuka was slightly ahead of him, allowing the delivery to be made first, and Dante's in car com beeped, signaling that the others had posted up around the appointed street track. Jane slowly rolled forward as Asuka got out, her lips curving upward slightly as her tight fitted jeans stretched very slightly. Moving her eyes about slowly, she smirked and quickly tossed the keys to Gideon. "There ya go Gideon, babe. All prettied up for ya." she said with a grin and gave him a quick wink, having reverted to her usual overly flirty demeanor when at a race. Dante's eyes swept around from inside the car, looking at the others around as a few started to check out the unknown car. Looking past, he noted Gideon and a few others around, though the Lamborghini and the Chimaeras were blocked from view. He glanced over the newcomer (Ren's chara) briefly, seeing he was speaking to someone as yet unseen, and decided the time was right.

    Pulling to a stop at the line he popped open the door. The radio dimmed as the door opened, leaving Jane running, and he stepped out slowly. With a gentle touch he closed it and looked around, watching as on a few faces his identity registered, though not as many as he feared recognized him. 'Well, jetting out for a few seems to do just the trick.' he thought, and couldn't help but grin. Rotating his shoulders slightly, hearing the crack lightly, he turned and walked around the car, which at this point was being approached by Asuka once more. As his gaze swept around he completed the trip around to the passenger side and looked over at his partner, nodding with a smile. As he nodded something, or rather someone caught his eye. A face, a lock of hair. He turned his head as his mind tried to narrow down the fleeting memory, and that's when he saw her. "Min Sun..." he all but whispered while he stood there, his eyes locked on the intoxicating woman from his past. After all, his crew, and the Dice, wasn't the only thing left behind...

    (God I am starting to write way too much.... oh, and the part about his brother is a something that Dante and his crew have no told anyone, so if you know it's fine, just laying down that rule. It wasn't publicized or anything, in fact it would be rather rare knowledge. PS - that ending sucked, but it's late. Meh, sorry, got the point across haha. Also, feel free to take some creative liberties with Asuka, Ark, I think you can tell what she's like. And now, I stop, before I ramble more XD)

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    (OOC: Katsumoto was meant to be an NPC, and I intended to introduce this character from the start, but felt that Jun needed some specific attention. However, I suppose it won't be too much trouble to have 3 characters. After all, Katsumoto won't be terribly active in the foreground.)

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    If one were to look at every person in Dice, one at a time, and was to guess at thier profession, Tobi would fool every onlooker. Standing just under 5'7" and weighing in at 110lbs, she would not be considered the most intimidating person around. Yet as she slid down the streets and went about her work, day after day, never once was her life in danger. Dangerous, yes, though it was difficult to live peacefully in the Dice. Her thoughts, movements, speech and behavior were unique unto her personality, but still none would guess she could escape even the most dire of situations or best the biggest of foes. Granted, her foes were not martial arts masters most of the time.

    Her secret? For the most part, even she didn't know. She could tell there was something different about her from other people, but she's lived the same way her whole life, as far back as she can remember. Nothing else is normal. Generally, one might say she is the epitome of good luck.

    Ironic then, that a girl her size and overall good nature would end up in the seat of the object of so much disdain in all of Dice. Nothing was more loathed in the city than a Police Interceptor. Long ago contracted out to a private manufacturer, the staple of the DPD motor fleet was a significant upgrade from its precursors. Faster, sure, but also with integrated electronics and monitoring systems. Nothing too fancy, but certainly more reliable than the old plug 'n play computers and radios of the old days.

    Tobi was in such a vehicle now, tailing a flambouyant - obvious street racer - car through the city streets. Judging from the way the driver was recklessly ploughing through traffic signals and comitting other similar moving violations, he was unaware of his persuit. Probably a new racer who just bought or won the car. Tobi, however, wasn't concerned with this fellow, but rather his destination. He pulled off the busier streets (as they say, "the Dice never stops rolling"), and Tobi killed her headlights. Even one as oblivious as him might notice a pair of lights and decide to take a closer look. Eventually, like so many before him, he turned onto a street blocked by construction barriers.

    Typical convinent way to mark a race trail and keep traffic away. Tobi was thankful that they at least cared enough to make sure no hapless evening commuter did not end up mixed in thier speed-fest. Tobi stopped her Interceptor a few blocks from the street where the ricer had turned. One car was parked next to the construction barriers. A scout probably, but Tobi had what she was looking for. An endorphin-driven grin crept acorss her cheeks as she gunned the engine. One thing most officers in the city learned was how to drive, and drive well. Tobi was no exception. She raced up to the corner and yanked the handbrake, powersliding through the construction barriers and past the stunned lookout. He would call the person in charge, but it wouldn't matter.

    Tobi flicked her right index finger, shifting the car up a gear. The black Interceptor whipped by the car that so generously led her to the race. She drifted through another corner and spotted a cluster of halogen and neon in the distance. "Lights," she spoke and a second later the Interceptor's computer responded by activating the lights on the roof of the car and the strobes in the headlights and taillights. No sirens, at least, not unless someone decided to run. They normally wouldn't for a single cop, but there were always the younger guns who got spooked at the sight of police red and blue.

    A Lamo with a very expensive paint job sat in front of the lineup. Its two owners turned to face the source of so much stress as Tobi screeched to a halt not far from the Murciélago. The whine of the Interceptor's turbo intakes drawled to a hum as the blowoff valves whistled off the pressure within them. Like most cops, Tobi wasn't immune to the effects one's badge plays on thier psyche. Though her authoirty complex was timid at best, it was still apparant that she didnt mind throwing her weight - however little there was - around as the Interceptor's driver door parted and her small frame appeared from within.

    She peeled off her sunglasses and tossed them into the passenger seat as she moved to the front of her car. The notorius Song Twins were the Lamborghini's owners, and judging from the obviously annoyed looks they had, this race was apparantly impromptu. They probably weren't expecting the law to show up, and Tobi wasn't expecting the race to be one of thiers.

    "The Song Twins, isn't it?" Tobi greeted them in her Austrailian-accented voice. "I must say, when I tailed that little Honda out here I wasn't expecting you two. Usually you're so good with your bribes..." Tobi pursed her lips slightly as she raised a corner of her mouth, "that no one ever knows about your little gatherings."

    (OOC: Just wanted to add something a little different! Take it as you will, but you should be prepared for my usual deviousness.)
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