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In the imperial castle, there was a man pacing back and forth in a very decorated office, as clearly no expense was spared in the design. It was something that this man, Regulus, was deeply proud of. His own design skills were something he would never hesitate to show off. He was currently looking over a report of last nights events, and the propaganda spin he had put on it for the newspapers.

"Oh, Cassie darling, I've done it again. "Empire's own Legendary Hero stops murderous rebels in capitol without drawing his sword." Oh the headlines just write themselves for me, I've never had a muse so easily accessible as that tribal beast." The man said to the woman outside the door, his secretary. He placed the piece on his desk, before resting his head on his chin while sitting down. He looked over the different pieces of paperwork, reading something he had written down earlier, before shifting towards a report on someone he had decided to involve in his plans.

A certain Sarathiel, who he was considering as his next muse, what with her new close position to the legendary general and all. He continued reading, muttering to himself as he went. "...Specializes in stealth, assassination, espionag- Oh so you've been here the whole time, why didn't you say something darling! I'm not a man who likes to waste time, particularly not with one of my beloved muses nearby!" He said out loud to seemingly nothing, putting the piece of paper down.

Regulus saw her leave the shadows, smiling widely. "Ah, there you are! Showing up precisely on cue is a good skill in this business." He said with a hearty chuckle, sitting at his desk and putting his hand on it's surface. When she began to speak about her simply being in the area, he grinned. "Well, I'll never say no to a convenient happening, I was going to call for you just now anyhow darling. We have much to talk about my beautiful muse!" He said, standing up with a smile, clapping his hands together. "Cassiopeia! Could you be a dear and get the clothing rack rolled out?" He called, before turning to Sathariel.

"Now, you asked what I wanted with an empty shadow dear? Well, that is our predicament. You see, you've been assigned to the brightest light our empire has, so whether the empire likes it or not, your adorable existence is going to be illuminated by being so close to the greatest hero our world has ever known darling. So, it is my job to give you a proper persona to make sure no one suspects that our lovely adjudicators exist." He explained, clasping his hands together with a smile. "I must say, I'm glad you showed in person, it's so good to know you have a wonderful facial structure darling. Sometimes the empire tells me to pretty up the most impetuous and inglorious young ladies. All for them to get their rocks off, eugh, it's far too simple for me." He said, continuing his ramble as a woman in a nice secretary uniform rolled a metal rack with clothes hung on it into the room.

"Now, here's your motivation darling, you're going to be playing a character out there. In precisely one week, our darling hero has his birthday. We have set it up to be a deliciously grand feast, where we will present our grand hero with a fabulous gift. That being that we have found a survivor of his village, that was so cruelly destroyed by those barbarous ugly rebels. That survivor is going to be you darling. Of course, we know better, and the hero knows better, god knows we could never trick him if we tried. But, you will be a darling farm girl who is being reunited with her childhood love she thought lost to fire. Now, let me see your acting face darling." As he spoke during the entire rant, he was moving around the room like a manic raving man, his movements incredibly quick and hyper, before he finished his statements by walking up to her and cupping her face in his hands with a smile as he told her to show him her acting face. Normally an imperial official touching her and asking for any kind of face would be riddled with disgusting intentions, but his face was entirely devoid of lewd intent or even the slightest of heat under the collar. He was asking for exactly what he wanted, for her to pretend to be the character he asked about.

Every thud sent a tremor through the stone walls, and Arden, in the dining hall had to steady his coffee cup on the table to avoid spilling. Cassidy, of course, was already halfway through her second plate of breakfast, legs kicked up on the same table and a fork in hand. "Y'know," she said between mouthfuls of eggs, "I think Andreas might be the most dramatic person I’ve ever met. And that’s coming from me."

"You are dramatic," Arden said, his voice carrying the steady calm of someone who had been through this conversation far too many times. "You once threw a tantrum because you couldn’t find your favorite boots."

Cassidy pointed her fork at him, her green eyes gleaming with mock seriousness. "First of all, those boots are the only thing that goes with my Night Raid armor. Second of all—" She paused, leaning forward conspiratorially. "—I found them under your bed. Care to explain that, big bro?"

Arden didn’t even look up from his coffee. "You threw them there when you got mad about losing a card game."

Cassidy blinked, her fork slowly lowering. "...Okay, maybe I’m a little dramatic."

Andreas


Andreas could feel the air vibrating around him, the pure heat, and power he radiated would be enough to change the temperature inside a closed room, and he knew the training yard was probably in bad shape at this point. He wasn't usually so caught off guard when it came to these sorts of things. He wasn't expecting new recruits for at least another hour or so. At that point he would have been done venting and would have had someone clean up the training grounds for him. He eyed the strange woman before him. If he hadn't been informed of her being sent by the revolutionary army then he might have suspected her of being a Empire spy. But she matched the description he was given to a T. He kept a mostly neutral expression matching her own and listened to her words. "You want to know how you can be of assistance? Well judging by the way the Revolutionary army treats us I'm under the assumption you can assist me by dying. It's what they expect of us after all. I lose a handful of soldiers and all they send me is a single recruit? I sure hope there's more on the way otherwise we're screwed. Well...at least I know you aren't the traitor."


Andreas stretching his broad shoulders and gave the woman another look over. She didn't seem like anything special physically speaking, but most assassin didn't. It was all part of the job, blend in, appear harmless, don't attract any suspicion, then when your targets guard is down you aim for the lethal blow. This was how it had always been, ever since assassination was created as a means of taking out foes. Andreas walked past Nadia grabbing a towel on a bench that had yet to be destroyed and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm grateful you're here, it's one more person I can be assured isn't the traitor, but I need to know you can be of use. I've read over your file, so Im brushed up on what you're capable of, but I rather see such things for myself. I plan on sending you out on our next mission. So you can give me an example of how competent you are. In this line of work, you either make it or you die. Heh, that being said even the competent ones aren't guaranteed to survive."


Andreas thought of his friend Darrius when he said that his eyes showing hints of sadness for a brief moment before he focused back on the woman. "Alright, we'll talk about the details of your next mission later, for now let's go introduce you to the rest of the crew." Andreas began heading towards the large building that was their base not really looking to see if the woman was following, hell he wouldn't blame her if she turned tail and ran away. Off so some far away land free of this conflict. No, he wouldn't blame her at all, after all that was always his dream. He entered the building's mess hall and noticed the siblings Arden and Cassidy having breakfast, he nodded towards them and clears his throat so everyone in the mess hall could hear him. "Alright everyone, we have a new recruit, this is Nadia, she's a leutinant form the Revolutionary army, and from this day forward, one of us. I expect everyone here to make her feel welcomed, and to show her the ropes. I'm sure she's plenty skilled but we've always done things a bit different from the revolutionary army. Being a former General myself I know this as well as anyone. Alright now enjoy your breakfast, once everyone is done eating I want us all to meat outside the base with all your belongings. I have an announcement to make." With this announced he nodded towards Nadia to encourage her to go greet and socialize with the other members of Night Raid while he himself stood by observing the situation. leaning against a wall with a cool demeanor he usually held when he wasn't battling with his own conflicting thoughts on the matters at hand.


tags all of night raid Jonkenpon. Garbage. phibglib NeramoDJI Sinny The Fool EbonChevalier hurrystarfish (I am tagging all the people who have made night raid characters as this last big of post is relevant to them even if your character might not be in the mess hall assume Andreas is speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. I am also tagging the few people who made night raid characters but haven't been active just incase they want to jump in now as its not combat oriented and this would be a good chance for them to introduce their characters either as new recruits or existing members.)

On the streets of the Imperial City was a rather otherworldly sight. Under the light of the sun was a lustrous figure, clad in garments that clashed with the world around them. With glittering sapphire hair Michiyasu Tenrou wore an extravagant kimono matching his Meihou altered hair. The Wakoku native in a foreign land openly flaunted his appearance, more than happy to stand out from the people around him. And his appearance did indeed draw attention. From his flowery clothes to his pale complexion resembling the moon in the night sky, not to mention his hair. Michiyasu's sapphire locks constantly shimmered and even created rainbows from the light refracting through it. His expression was an equally radiant smile that he shared with all who looked his way.

While the effeminate man was more than welcoming to the stares he received which recognized his beauty. He was in the Imperial city for more than just a vanity run. For a denizen of Wakoku to be this far away from home while the states still warred meant there was an important reason. Especially one of Michiyasu's station. For the Ōkami ōji to be in the Empire of all places means it was likely for something incredibly important, perhaps even dangerous... Michiyasu narrows his eyes as he spots his most recent target, the smile he had been wearing across his face now possessed a different quality to it. Even in broad daylight he begins to reach into the fold of his kimono before his hand takes of hold of an object hidden in the folds. With measured steps he approaches closing the distance till he reaches his goal. Finally taking note of him the man looks at Michiyasu surprised by his appearance. Then, with a grin the young prince strikes.

"Good afternoon sir~ I'm representing Seigyoku Tenrou Spa! We're having our grand opening in a few days and to celebrate we're giving away vouchers for a free massage from yours truly! Here take one I promise you, you won't regret it!" Michiyasu had been at this for over an hour now. Handing out the hand made "vouchers" he had fashioned partially from his Meihou Kichijoten. Hoping to draw as many eyes as possible. Having arrived in Imperal controlled lands fairly recently Michiyasu went to work as soon as possible. He wanted that Spa up and running, and he wanted it badly. Unfortunately the estimated time of completion from the construction company was behind schedule, so they were still putting the finishing touched on the building. Therefore the Tenrou Prince decided to make good use of the time to expand his customer base as much as possible. Plus being the object of attention was a great bonus of the task, though wearing a kimono at this time of year was starting to make him sweaty.

Cassidy’s fork froze mid-air, and she tilted her head at Andreas’s announcement. "A lieutenant, huh?" she said, her voice dripping with mock awe. "Well, Arden, looks like we’re moving up in the world. The big leagues. We’ve got ourselves a military officer. I better go put on my fanciest boots." She shoved the eggs into her mouth and spoke around them. "Oh wait—I’m already wearing them."

Arden didn’t even look up. "Please don’t scare the new recruit."

"Scare her?" Cassidy said, gesturing wildly with her fork. "Why would I scare her? I’m delightful. Look at me. I’m practically sparkling with charm." She paused, leaned slightly to the side, and squinted at the newcomer. "Although, I don’t think she sparkles back. She looks like she eats charm for breakfast and washes it down with a cold glass of 'don’t mess with me.'"

"You don't think she'd be put off by the fact that you don't take anything seriously?" Arden questioned.

Cassidy gasped, clutching her chest as if he’d just insulted her honor. "I’ll have you know I take breakfast very seriously."

"Well, hello, Nadia," Cassidy said, setting her fork down with dramatic flair and leaning back in her chair. "Welcome to the madhouse. I’m Cassidy, aka the fun one. That’s Arden, aka the boring one. Together, we form the Shepherd Siblings, your friendly neighborhood assassins."

Arden finally glanced up from his coffee, his blue eyes giving Nadia a once-over. "You’ll get used to her," he said. "It takes time."

Cassidy gasped again, this time with genuine offense. "What do you mean 'get used to me'? I’m like a warm hug wrapped in sunshine."

"You’re more like a slap wrapped in glitter," Arden said.

"Glitter is fun," Cassidy shot back. "You’re welcome."

HARU
Location: mess hall
Time: between after 8am
Mention: Jonkenpon.
Haru stepped insi3de the hall, holding his Tray of food. His is eyes scanned the room, darting around where to sit. Finally, he spotted it—a lone empty chair. Relief washed over him as he started toward it,
His focus remained locked on the chair
But just as he was a few steps away, his foot caught on a chair leg, He stumbled forward, the tray jolting in his hands.

In an instant. His food splattered Infront of him and his apple rolled towards the direction of Nadia and the 2 siblings. The crash echoed across the mess hall,
He quickly drops down to the floor trying to quickly tidy.
His faces goes red and start repeatedly mumbles. " This is embarrassing"

Satharial peered at the Minister with her cup raised to her lips. The expression upon her face betrayed nothing, neither approval or lack there of. At Regulus' words of "Muse" and for his secretary to get a clothing rack the Adjudicator tilted her head in curiosity at the proceedings. The excessive man before her launched into a verbose plan highlighting the task the Ministry of Propaganda has taken upon themselves. Once again Satharial find herself inthralled in circumstances surrounding General Lemilied; the rising star of the empire who seems to have captivated so many. First the unprecedented reassignment to his task force something which had never happened to her before as an Adjudicator who almost always worked alone. Now here she was being asked to...play a role? She could see the impetus behind this plan, and the logical manipulation of the public conscience the Ministry of Truth was so adept at. The Minister was clever in making use of it to further conceal the Adjudicators existence to mere rumor. But at the same time Satharial couldn't help but wonder as to the forces that set this in motion. She was an Assassin, a monster leashed to bring prosperity to the Empire. The powers that be being utilitarian enough to find use even for someone such as her. Yet now, they were asking this monster to mask her nature and perform on the stage like a doll.

"I consider myself a mere hobbyist when it comes to stirring the populations collective perceptions. So I will refrain from being so rude as to tell you how to do your job. Yet all the same I must ask, do you truly think this is proper course? I am but a husk, I have no problems elucidating this truth." Satharial pauses taking the time to sip at her tea calmly. Her face remained neutral bereft of even the polite smile she only wore to appear more human. Its weight being too great for someone such as her to maintain. Bringing the cup down from her lips she continued her thought, "This role is tied to those who struggle far beneath my peak. To those who I can only catch glimpses of when they drag their broken bodies before the summit. Do you grasp the meaning within these words? That is where my 'joy' lies, beyond that I am incapable of understanding them. Hence, Minister Marshtal you would do best to temper your expectations when requesting of me to act as one of them, that is all." The Adjudicator was surprisingly forthcoming with talking about herself. Revealing parts of her nature one would think best to keep hidden. But for Satharial any conception of shame or cageyness around her character is nonexistent. She doesn't feel those emotions, and her pride means she has no longing for them. Despite her verbose and poetic tendencies they are merely window dressing, a fancy of hers that doesn't truly have meaning. "If this is the path the Empire has chosen to walk then how can I, as its shadow possibly stray from it? I will perform on your stage Minister Marshtal."

Satharial simply stayed still as Regulus examined her from various angles, even when he moves to cup her face she barely reacts. But as if by instinct there is a subtle static electricity upon her skin causing Regulus hair on his arms to stand on end and a tingling prickly sensation to play across his fingers. At Regulus request to put on an "acting face" Satharial is briefly puzzled unaware of what that would even look like. Using her memory of going to a theater once to kill a target she recalls the look upon the actress's face as she briefly spotted her in the booth. Channeling that image plus the satisfaction of her targets blood boiling within their body she tried to evoke the expression of an adrift village girl filled with longing for her once lost love. Perhaps she may just have the capability to act to some extent after all

A satisfied "phew" left Yvonne Sabasa Havasu's lips as she checked herself in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance. Every button and stitch of her new uniform was in place, and so was every hair on her head, every piece of gear, and even the shoes on her feet. The more things changed, the more things stayed the same. It was another day of duty like any other. A few nights ago, she and the assassin from Night Raid had fled the Imperial capital on her motorcycle with all the assets and files she could carry, which was far from as many as she would like. But it would have to do. They'd have to get back to work expanding the network of contacts that could ally themselves with the Revolutionary Army, and see this war through.

"No pressure, right?" She mouthed at her reflection in the mirror.

The other occupants of the barracks were already at work across the base, doing drills and PT, carrying out upkeep on the equipment and vehicles, going over the paperwork that tended to be her element. However, Yvonne had been generously been allowed five minutes extra of preparation to find the commander of Night Raid for a (de)briefing and her next orders. She had always heard it said (and herself heavily reinforced the notion) that the Revolutionary Army was a horde of dissolute, malcontent thugs, and Night Raid in particular a vicious band of degenerate killers. But really...they were, for the most part, just like her Imperial peers. Perhaps there was a certain freedom of mind to them, knowing what they knew about the Empire's ugly face behind its mask. And some of them, the more powerful and influential, had their own ostentatiousness and eccentricity. But the truth was that several such types existed in the upper echelons of the Imperial army and government as well. Maybe it was a tendency of the powerful in this world to act in that way. Or was it...the nature of the Teigu?

Her thoughts wandered to the glass syringe holstered on her belt with a plastic cap over the needle. Why did it accept her? What did this mean for the future...?

She sighed. One of the key elements of her work was never to extrapolate on anything one didn't have hard data on. For now, she'd have to keep it in her back pocket, so to speak. The Revolutionary Army was of course no stranger to pitched combat. And so the Teigu would no doubt see a good amount of use in the future.

It was time to go. Yvonne turned, picking up a large envelope that had been resealed with tape from her bunk before hurrying out.

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Yvonne grumbled under her breath as she stepped into the large room. It had taken her longer than expected to locate the General by asking around, when if she had followed her first instinct she would have arrived here right on time. The morning meal could wait. She approached the large man leaning on a wall, the man managing to look both intense and grim at the same time. He looked almost like a man Yvonne knew, back in basic. Kind, passionate, dutiful. She wondered where he was now. Sacrificed in the glorious course of duty, serving his countrymen to the last? Stabbed in the back to protect some noble's profits?

She shook her head. Time to stay in the here and now. As she arrived within arm's reach of Andreas, she saluted, standing up straight. "Sir! Officer Havasu reporting in! I was told to share the intel I was able to recover with you and receive further assignment." Her other arm swung out, the envelope practically fluttering despite its weight as she presented it to him.

Within was the list of suspected collaborators and subversives that she had been working on, with detailed information regarding their associations, property, and schedules alongside any irregularities that led to them being cast under suspicion in the first place. Even if they weren't already assisting the Revolutionary Army, knowing they were being targeted by the Empire might turn them in favor...the list contained people from all walks of life, from civil servants, military personnel, academics, merchants, and even a few local governors.

Included was also several diagrams of recently deployed Imperial military equipment and weaponry, as well as some investigation towards the retrieval of Danger Beasts and Teigu, though this information was far less complete.

Solemn Jester

Andreas The revolutionary fist


Andreas simply leaned against the wall listening to the morning bluster of all the members of Night Raid. He wasn't sure what to think of it. Was it a sign that they weren't worried about the recent events? Or maybe they simply wanted to 'act' normal. Perhaps the majority of them where ignorant of severity of the situation. Either way he knew one thing, among them was at least one traitor, and when he found them, he would show them why he was called the Revolutionary fist, and the impact that the alias held. He was pulled from his thoughts when Yvonne appeared with a folder filled with paperwork. It was almost enough to make him wish the traitor had taken him out. He hated paperwork almost as much as the Empire itself, but he begrudgingly took the report and held it in his left-hand while staring intently at Yvonne. "Hmmm, Yvonne Sabasa Havasu. You're quite the diligent worker, a real asset to Night Raid. I appreciate all your hard work, I'd hate to find out you were a traitor, I mean given your history it wouldn't be the biggest stretch. However I have no evidence against anyone yet, and honestly you seem too obvious a choice. I plan on making it a point to watch anyone that I have a reason to suspect. So, try not to take an accusation to heart, you of all people should be used to it given your line of work."


Andreas turned to the rest of Night Raid and struck a nearby wall with surprising force causing a large bang that rang through the mess hall, "Everyone finish up what you're doing grab your belongings, ALL OF THEM, and meet me outside for a briefing on our next move forward. We need to get a head on this Empire situation otherwise they'll catch up with our pants down again." Andreas could feel the exhaustion beginning to show on his face, he hadn't slept well, worse than normal with this traitor situation, but he needed to act like the leader they expected otherwise this was going to affect morale, and then it was just going to be one thing after the other, a never ending series of events leading to the downfall of Night Raid, and eventually the revolutionary army. He walked outside and leaned next to the door of the Mess Hall awaiting the other members of Night Raid. Once everyone was in attendance he began speaking. "I think everyone here knows what this meet is about. Among us is a traitor more than likely. Either an empire spy, or someone who got an offer from the Empire they couldn't refuse. However, I want to be clear about one thing. No matter what, we will not turn on each other like a bunch of paranoid lunatics. I will personally figure out who this traitor is if I must, along with a few others who I trust are in the clear. You should also know we have quite a few new members of the team. I notice more new members coming in even now."
As he said this several newer recruits of night raid made themselves known in various manners varying from mundane hellos to flashy displays of their abilities and skills. It seemed the Revolutionary army had actually given them what they needed, more manpower. He was surprised but with the war heating up the Empire had more enemies than ever, so it was only a matter of time before more and more people joined the fight against them. It seemed like their chickens were finally coming home to roost. "I want all you vet members to show the newer members the ropes, and I want everyone to keep an eye on one another and report any suspicious activity to myself, Iwai, or Karma. I'm also planning on running a full team mission soon to obtain a powerful Teigu we have been informed of. The Teigu in question is a giant Metallic like man that also acts as a fortress, Karma will brief you on further details. But until then find somewhere to put yourself out of the way and try not to trip over the rubble."

Andreas began to walk away leaving everyone confused by his final words, before he stopped and turned back as if he had forgotten something."Oh yeah, I guess I forgot the whole driving force behind this mission. Since we have a potential traitor amongst us it only stands to reason that the base is compromised, so we'll be getting a base the empire can't easily infiltrate, nor find as it constantly migrates...So in other words...New base means we don't need the old one!"
Suddenly the air seemed to warp around Andreas fist as he struck the wall of the HQ causing cracks to spread across it, for a moment it seemed like the wall might not break, then a gale of wind like a mini typhoon erupted from the wall blasted through the entire HQ tearing it to pieces, in a matter of moments the old base was nothing but rubble, and with that display of strength and without saying a word Andreas walked off to plan for the upcoming mission.

Somewhere nearby Iwai stood next to Karma sighing heavily and shaking his head in disbelief,"Our leader certainly is something else, well I guess this means it's my job to clean up this mess while you get to briefing the others. I best get to it quickly otherwise I'll be here all day." Iwai simply gave Karma an encouraging pat on the back and walked towards the rubble to use his abilities to turn it into a garden, or do something like that. Honestly he had no idea what he'd do with it, but by the time he was done it would be unrecognizable from the former HQ of Night Raid...although it was already pretty close to that in its current state.


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Azrael The Claw of the Empire


Azrael was excited.

He was excited to be coming home.

He was excited to see his other Adjudicator friends again.

He was really excited to see the Madame again, and more than anything he was excited to receive praise for his job well done over seas. He had massacred thousands in the name of the Empire during his time over sea's. Helping them to secure resources, and allegiances with other nations too small, or weak to defy them but useful enough to be utilized. Of course, none of this meant anything to Azrael, it was all a game to him. He goes far away, collects many new friends, then if he collected enough friends he gets praise from the higher ups. It always made him feel warm inside when he got praise. That momentary warmth was the only feeling he ever really felt anymore, ever since his change. The doctors said he'd never be like other people again, that he was too badly scarred to fix, and we was lucky to be moving let alone as strong as he was. They called him a medical miracle, and told him at the very least he could use his newfound strength for the Empire, and honestly that was all Azrael wanted anymore. He didn't look forward to much after his surgery. Food tasted bland, and every cell of his body was constantly screaming out in agony at all times. The morphine only brought him momentary relief, and he always passed out deep into sleep when they gave it to him. He hated sleep, even more now than when he was younger. It only brought nightmares, of his accident, of his mother screaming at the monster that killed her, of him being that monster. Eventually the doctors warmed up to him though, along with some of the other Adjudicators. They became his new family and made him feel like he belonged somewhere. So, the least he could do was make complete his missions as best as possible. His handler told him he held the best record for mission success right next to big sis Sath. That really made him happy, big sis Sath was so kind, cool, and pretty. Even her powers were pretty. It kind of made him jealous. His powers were crude, and unoriginal, taking others abilities and not even being as strong. He didn't know why the doctors thought his Teigu would be a good fit for him. Maybe they saw how useless it was without other Teigu, kind of like how he was useless without all his friends, and family. That was what Azrael thought anyways. It kind of made him like his teigu more when he thought of it like that. But it had been 2 years since Azrael had left home, and he knew exactly what he was gonna do when he got back.


"Oh? Perform? Is big Sis Sath going to perform? Can I play too Mister?"

It was sudden, as if he had manifested from the shadows. Even Satharial wouldn't have noticed him approach if he guard was down, as unlikely as that might have been. He stood a giant lanky monstrous looking figure of 6'7. His clawed arms fingers gently scraping the ground next to him as he starred deeply into the eyes of the Minister of Truth. He was unreadable, his face was hidden, and his voice gave no hint of warmth or scorn. It was hollow, empty like shell that's owner had long since discarded. Even amongst the Adjudicators Azrael had little known about him outside of the highest officials in the empire. His kill rating was even higher than Satharial's, even if his success rate was second to hers. So, no enemy had ever survived to tell anyone about him. Yet there were still somehow legends, or a boogeyman who stalked the streets of the Capital looking for poor unfortunate souls to drag down into hell. Azraels true motives, his history, personality, and even his abilities were all a mystery even to the Minister of Truth as ironic as that might have been. He was one of the Empires best kept secrets. The fact that he was even here was only allowed because he promised to stay out of the sight of the public, and as he stood before Sath, the Minister, and his assistant, he could be preparing to slaughter them all, or be genuinely inquiring about a play as far as the Minister and his assistant knew, of course Sath would obviously know better. All the other Adjudicators would have been well aware of Azrael's childlike nature, as well as his capacity for slaughter.


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Rengoku Abamio



An older gentleman approached, Michiyasou seemingly enticed by his words,"Oho, What have we here? A spa you say? Well these old bones could sure use a soak. Its quite the interesting business you have here young man, but may I just inquire about one thing? What exactly is the fourth Prince of Tenrou doing in the empire giving away Spa vouchers?" It was sudden, and unexpected surely. The older mans voice had completely changed from a kind, distinguished, voice that seemed to creak like the floorboards of an ancient temple, to the harsh, cold, and accusing tone of someone the Prince would have been very familiar with. Although the old man seemed to keep his expression the same as they conversated, even as the voice coming from his mouth so clearly betrayed his disguise to anyone close enough to hear him Luckily at the moment there was no one that close."How about we find somewhere more private to discuss matters shall we?"

The tone of his voice seemed to imply a suggestion, but the strength of his grip implied otherwise. As the old man began dragging Michiyasu away towards a secluded alleyway it seemed more like Michiyasu was simply helping the old man walk, an innocent enough exchange to anyone not aware of the true interaction occurring. They reached the alleyway and once deep enough inside the guise of the old man dissipated into a puff of smoke revealing the former 1st prince of Wakoku Rengoku Abamio,"I really wasn't expecting to find another prince here, least of all you. But perhaps this is fate guiding us down the same path. So...tell me what is your goal here? Are you spying on the empire for your family? Maybe you're smuggling something in, and out of the country? Or even sabotaging the Empire in some way to get the jump on them? Or perhaps...."

His tone dropped lower, almost to a whisper, his arms seemed to slacken as the light in his eyes seemed to fade for a moment, before all at once a blue flame erupted from both his eyes and his hands threatening to engulf them both a scorching inferno of agony."Maybe you're hear to make some sort of deal with the empire? Not only to assure your seat at the throne but to also speed up the process aye? Well? Is that it? You better tell me the truth...my flames can tell when you're lying." Rengoku said this, and his flames seemed to simmer down just slightly and began floating around them in circles almost like fireflies dancing around them. Rengoku didn't exactly have any beef with Tenrou, he had left behind all of the politics of that life a long time ago. But if the Tenrou, or even just this prince were planning something similiar to what happened to him all those years ago on someone else? He couldn't allow such an injustice to occur again, not if he had any say in it.

interactions: EMIYAman as Michiyasu

In the wake of the partially successful ambush on Night Raid the night before, all military personnel present in Palace City were directed to make their report to the Halls of Justice. The grand garrison building which housed the Imperial military and its subdivisions. The building itself grand in scale, and taking on the appearance of an fantastically grand castle. No expense was spared in its creation and it stands as the tall and proud fortress of Justice overlooking Palace City.

Up at the top of the southern wings tower is where the office belonging to the highest authority of Palace City - the Chief Officer of Military Affairs: Louis Beaumont. Right now he was in his tower, going over the written reports he had already received about the night before. He flipped through the documents with a blank, expressionless face until he was finished "Unacceptable. This was supposed to be a clean sweep, but I'm reading that none of our priority targets were eliminated. Weren't the Adjudicators supposed to be assigned to this mission? I might need to have a word with Madame Neraxial about this..." he paused for a moment and lifted his head, finally acknowledging the other man in the room with him - the flamboyantly dressed Grand Duke of the Empire: Ozias Donquixote.
"I am sure you agree, don't you - Duke Donquixote? This is all part of your investment after all. Anyway, I brought you here because I have decided to go ahead with the Wild Hunt Division sooner than we had initially planned. You can thank the letter I received this morning." Louis picked out and held up an open letter bearing the royal seal "The beloved royal family is finally making its long awaited return. This means no more time can be wasted. I want the nuisance of Night Raid dealt with before any royalty sets foot back in Palace City. That is why I called you here, I once again request of your resources. I have a grand vision for the Empires armies, and I want them fulfilled by the royals return." Louis spoke directly to the duke.

The refined, and rather flamboyant gentleman stood across from the young Minister twiddling his mustache almost daydreaming as the words of the Minister hit him."Ah yes, leave the poor woman alone. You know she's one of the Empires most efficient soldiers. Besides, the other Adjudicators only arrived today. It seems that some of them were away on missions. Only the Lady Satharial was actually present, and aside from that. Lemille was present, and they still failed to wipe out Night Raid. It's clear that someone in this room has been underestimating them, and you seem to be the one who holds the reign over the Empire sir Louis, even if I am the blood that flows through its veins." Ozias slowly circled his way to Louis side his eyes lazily scanning over the reports on his desk. He was feeling particularly lackadaisical this evening, and was in no mood for such busy work, but he didn't come into possession of his vast wealth by simply giving in to his laziness. No, no, no, on the contrary he had used a combination of brains, proper work ethic, and luck to get where he was. Now he stood as the most powerful man in the kingdom, possibly the entire world even.

His eyebrow raised in an almost mocking questioning way, "Oh? The Wild Hunt? Is that your little group of reformed prisoners? I honestly think you have enough potential wild cards as is. Adding that group could be more trouble than it's worth, especially given several of the members, but...you have been.... hospitable enough to me. So if you require my funding. I will happily lend it to you. Of course, my price will be double this time." The meaning behind this was clear to those who had done business with Ozias before. He was a very eccentric man and did nothing without receiving some compensation in one form or another. Whatever his compensation might be this time would seem to cost the Minister twice as much as usual, but that was just the cost of doing business with the richest man in the Empire.

Louis nodded slightly in return "As always, the Empire appreciates your services Duke." he concluded while filing away the reports into his drawers before standing up and walking off from his desk to the doorway descending down his tower "Now, would you care to join me in addressing the masses? I have announcements to make."

Ozias gave a weak grin and followed close behind, "Ah yes, I must be seen among the brave soldiers, and leaders of the Empire. It's only good publicity after all." Ozias was looking forward to the chaos that could potentially come from this. He knew that many groups in the military didn't respect Louis, felt his power was unearned, and abused. He also knows that many saw his methods as immoral and only tolerated him because he had the royal families backing. So, him announcing a new division made up of prisoners was bound to cause some debates. However, in the end he would get what he wanted, and everyone would bite their tongues because for some reason such an incompetent man had earned the trust of the royals. Ozias had been accused of buying his power, but at least he earned the money that he bought it with. Louis was a pathetic little worm that just happened to be in the right place at the right time enough to get a seat of power. Ozias wasn't confident in the empire anymore; it was why he invested so much money trying to make sure it didn't collapse under the incompetence of its leaders. Sure he could have backed the revolutionaries and probably have a better chance. But those bleeding hearts would have taken all he had built and swept it away in the name of rebuilding society into a "fair and equal society". Something that made Ozias shudder just thinking about, so as long as his fortune was in danger he would side against the revolutionaries, and hope that sooner than later the people in charge of the Empire finally got some sense...or lucky.

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In the hours following the announcement calling on all Imperial Military personnel to the Halls of Justice, the fortress quickly turned into a lively and diverse crowd of soldiers and guards and military personnel from other divisions. Their report of the night before was made, but now they were being told that Louis Beaumont himself wishes to address the army of the Empire personally. In the wake of this, many are speculating big announcements from the man who currently holds the most authority in Palace City. Everyone was to be gathered in the spacious main hall, where many eyes glared above in eager anticipation for the arrival of the Officer of Military Affairs.

The echoing sound of tip tapping footsteps descended down the halls, inspiring silence among all the hustle and bustle as Louis Beaumont emerged out into the open accompanied by the illustrious Ozias Donquixoite. Louis descended the ceiling and approached the railing, looking down on all the military subjects stationed below he would begin addressing them with open arms "Those gathered today here in the Halls of Justice, are the beating heart of our beloved Empire. Without your work, your efforts, everything we know and hold dear would crumble under the tyranny of those revolutionary traitors. The Empire acknowledges this in all of you, however..." Louis started to pace back and force, scaling his hand along the railing as he done so "It has come to my attention that the beating heart of our Empire is faltering, what should be a thundering war drum has become a quiet hum." he stopped in his tracks and once again faced the grand crowd directly "That brings me to why I brought all of you here today..."


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