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Steel sentinel of the night. (Denizen and me~)
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Post by lunarcataphract on Aug 9, 2016 17:34:23 GMT
The nightclub in which Panzer worked was always more busy overnight mainly due to the fact it didn't open during the day but also due to the high quality entertainment that was offered. Known as the Nest, and run by a rather...odd women, there was a raven motif to the entirety of the venue. With its primary sign being that of a neon Raven clutching the club's name between its talons, the nest like booths, the usage of black and purples as well the fact the waiting staff and dances wore feather masks all came together to make it clear this was raven territory. But other than that the club was rather normal. There was a bar, a DJ booth, a stage for musicians, a large dance floor that dominated the first floor and plenty of seating split between the three floors of the building; of course the third floor was mostly for usage by VIP guests.
For the German head of the night shift's security it was simply another night another shift. Panzer stood by the main bar, it was a trouble spot after all, scanning the crowd for any sign of danger. At first she had struggled considerably with noticing signs of trouble but after years of doing it she had learned to notice certain things. Drunken behaviour, of the severe variety that involved feeling up other guests, was one sign of trouble but also aggressive voices and confrontational body language were other key signs to keep an eye out for. Luckily enough it seemed that tonight things were a lot quieter than they had been over the weekend, which made sense really as people didn't go clubbing on work nights, however that did not mean Panzer could afford to be lazy. Adjusting the collar of her suit she began to walk taking a brief reconnoitre of the dance floor to ensure things were as calm as they seemed.
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Post by Lucek on Aug 9, 2016 21:38:31 GMT
The night was still young, many young people walked the streets for various reasons. Some to find entertainment, some to shop, others to meet friends. Aside from them however there were many others roaming the streets, some more dangerous than others. While they might look differently they still blended in, there was one who looked out of place yet at the same time was walking around unnoticed.
Normally if you were passed by someone of that man’s stature and appearance, you’d at least raise an eyebrow, yet for some unknown reason none of the many pedestrians even noticed him. Wearing black cargo pants and slightly worn down military boots, enveloped by a dark long coat, tattered at the edges that were touching the ground, with a hood over his head, he looked like someone who just left some kind of Indiana Jones movie set. The lightly tinted glasses mostly concealed his eye color, yet one could still see that each was different.
Cursing in his mind, Denizen walked the streets of Downtown Shibuya dressed like a bad comic villain. However he had no choice, as he was called back from one of his explorations and only got back. There was a reason for being recalled, it seemed like one of his coworkers took out some critical data from the lab by mistake and now was too scared to bring it back. If not for the fact that Denizen gave the man his number he would not be in this whole predicament.
The professor sighed inwardly as he got to the meeting place, a club by the name of “Nest”. As he went in he really felt out of place, fortunately the other patrons did not really give him a second glance, maybe he was just too strange looking to be even showing up in their mind, that or it might be that no one wanted to have anything to do with him… as he possibly looked like a crazy person.
Once inside, Denizen slowly made his way towards the bar, though he took the shortest route along the dance floor. While he walked he noticed a person that seemed slightly out of place, a really tall woman. Looking at her from the side, he was wondering who she was reminding him of, she seemed like someone he saw in the past. He shrugged and continued on, walking past the many patrons, walking with soft and quiet steps as he was used to. Though there was not much need for that in the hustle and bustle of the club. He hoped his coworker would arrive soon, after all, he was not a big fan of crowded places….
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Post by lunarcataphract on Aug 11, 2016 22:19:55 GMT
The small, and dare I say very brief, interaction between Panzer and the man known as Denizen was not really all that noteworthy to the outside observer but from Panzer's perspective it was significant. She looked straight into his eyes appraising him, analysing him, observing him. The wolfish look in her eyes and the primal rage smouldering away kept in check by self restraint hungered. Denizen was finding himself evaluated in the same manner as predators did before they moved in for the kill. Finally Panzer would walk past continuing her patrol of the room. Any interaction with Panzer would always be intense given her nature; she did have a habit of falling atop people like a sheet of steel.
Eventually a certain man. a very young one at that, would arrive at the nightclub. A highly flamboyant man dressed in some damn nifty threads hair slicked back with gel flirtatious desires running rampant behind his eyes. Clearly whoever this man was he was here for one thing and one thing only: skirts; woe betide the poor girl that ended up catching his eye or perhaps woe betide the poor man. Why would you pity the man known as Vincent that was hunting for skirt? Why because it was Panzer that had caught his gaze but in the mean time Vincent had important business to do! What important business you ask?! WATCH AND LEARN FOOLISH MORTALS!
Vincent moon walked backwards across the dance floor busting a few moves here and there, which earned him a fair amount of attention from the guests, making nhis way towards Denizen. "Yo bro. Like the scenery? Fair amount of chicks on show eh? Especially that chick in the suit. Man she looks fine." Damn it Vincent can't keep it in your pants huh? "Anyway what do you need me for here bro? Ya called me out here for work right brah?" Already Vincent had triggered alarm bells for Panzer. The flirtatious, show offy types were very rarely able to accept being said no..and the fact he was talking with Denizen made Panzer wary of both of then. She moved around the sides of the nightclub to observe and act if needs be.
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Post by Lucek on Aug 12, 2016 16:26:59 GMT
Calm analythic eyes looked after the woman in the suit after she turned to continue on her way. The professor did not miss the gaze, the emotions it contained. Despite his unchanging appearance, he was thrilled. He kept his demeanor of the prey, not letting any of his emotions surface, only the normal, slightly tense businessman like ones. While he appeared like that, his mind raced, he thought he might have found someone who was similar to him, or rather a part of him. Keeping to himself he shook his head a bit, the beast in his mind calming and retreating, waiting for another opportunity. It was not yet time to come out. Slightly sighing, Denizen had no idea what was that just now, his feeling were quite strange the last few weeks. Maybe there was something influencing him…. Something from the Digital World…. The hunter and the hunted… now… which one of us is who I wonder…? A quiet whisper in his mind, a wolfish grin appeared on his face, yet it was still hidden by coat.
What got his out of his stupor was a young man coming towards him. Denizen’s face turned cold, his eyes narrowed as he looked in Vincent’s direction. “Vincent…” He said, a visible chill in his voice. Can’t this idiot be inconspicuous at least once?! No matter, one way or another Denizen would deal with him somehow, for one he would get transferred to a different department. He could not be fired due to the connections the boy had… if it were up to the professor Vincent would be fired already.
While ignoring the thoughtless comments the man in front of him made, he noticed the woman from before was looking at them. Just my luck He thought, seems thanks to this guy he was on the staff radar now, Den just hoped the kid would not do anything stupid… yeah… no chance, he sighed inwardly.
“My data Vincent, where is it. Give back what you took and I’ll let it go.” The tone of his voice was low, but there was a certain chill in his voice, which took Vincent by surprise, though soon he went back to his normal self, even if he was getting nervous. ”What data I don’t…” He did not get to finish. ”Vincent, you should know what happened to the last person who lied to me.” A chilly laughter came out of Denizen’s mouth, this was so unlike his normal happy go lucky demeanor, the change sent shivers down Vincent’s spine. He might be a punk, but he had good instincts, he knew that he should not really mess with the professor as he was now. ”I… don’t have it… my…” A sigh made him stop… or rather the act of Denizen taking off his hood. The lights in the club were illuminating Denizen’s hair in a way he looked… like a demon, the raven hair glowing like on fire or coursing with energy. ”So I take it your father got you to do this then?” A gulp and small nod was all the confirmation he needed.
Denizen sighed and turned away from Vincent ”Go about your business then, you may leave.” he shrugged and left Vincent to his own devices. He was already at the club and could use some fun to be honest. He was thinking what he should be doing now, he was never at a club before, he might get a beer or a drink, though he was interested in the suited woman from before, he figured that approaching her would be hard… looking back in her direction, Denizen noticed that Vincent was back to his flamboyant self and directed his steps towards the woman that was observing them before. What is that idiot up to now. He would observer for now, lightly sighing under his breath.
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Post by lunarcataphract on Aug 13, 2016 12:51:30 GMT
Panzer moved to the side of the dance floor within running distance of the bar that Denizen and Vincent were loitering around. It was a good thing she had decided to keep an eye on the two very suspicious individuals as the more brusque looking man began speaking aggressively towards the moon walking fool. Whatever was going on between Denizen and Vincent it clearly made the smaller of the two very nervous judging upon his body language and facial expression. Before any violence broke out, after all Panzer only needed to get in when things actually started becoming violent, Denizen and Vincent broke off their conversation which was a good thing...for them. Panzer looked away prowling the dance floor for any signs of other trouble now that situation had defused itself.
Vincent exhaled as he walked towards Panzer relieved that Denizen hadn't unleashed his primal fury but for NOW IT WAS TIME TO FLIRT! Who would be Vincent's target for this evening?! There was plenty of attractive women with generous bust lines and loose outfits upon the dance floor but they no longer interested Vincent! He often found them easy to flirt with and win over! Oh no today he was hunting for a challenge a cold exterior that hid a passionate heart which throbbed for him! All women desired Vincent deep down and he could not even comprehend the notion that one of them wouldn't be! In fact how could he comprehend something that just was not true? Every women wanted to be the target of Vincent's affections!
"Yo babe. You look pretty fly in that suit. I like a chick that can make a suit look good." Oooooooooooooooooooooooh dear. Poor Vincent had just literally stepped into the lair of the dragon and should be very cautious..of course he was a god damn idiot; idiots never knew when to be careful did they? Behind Denizen an effeminite laugh echoed out from the bar and, if he turned around that is, the voice's owner would be identified. Wearing a black shirt, a tie and a pair of smart black trousers was a women with Raven hair. This women was a real sight to see sporting a generous chest, a very lithe body, smooth skin and deep unnaturally red eyes of course that may just be due to contacts. What was interesting to note was that she, unlike the other staff waiting, did not wear a mask at all. Perhaps she was someone of significance?
Panzer blinked blankly turning to face Vincent eyes emotionless and full of contempt. She hated people like this...she really really did. Confidence was all well and good, in fact she actually enjoyed people who had the confidence to take the initiative, however there was a caveat in that view of hers. You needed to have the ability to match your confidence or else you'd simply be a jumped up little braggart in her gaze. "Be silent." Ugh..great as if the fool wasn't enough of a nuisance know her old injury was starting to flare up. Years ago, back when she had been fighting her way through the streets of Berlin, Panzer sustained a rather nasty hit to the head. Sure it had not impaired her vision but doctor's said one of her visual nerves had sustained injury due to the blunt force trauma and sadly it would never fully recover; in fact she was rather grateful her vision had not been impaired. She reached into the pocket of her suit and pulled out a bottle before opening it, swallowing two of the pills inside and putting it back away.
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Post by Lucek on Aug 13, 2016 14:17:56 GMT
While he was still slightly annoyed, Denizen wondered if Vincent would behave like the professor thought he would. Sure enough the laughter behind him was all the answer he needed. ”The hunter and the hunted, now I wonder… who will you be…” Denizen thought while slightly smiling. He did his research before, he knew more that he let on, both to Vincent and to those around him, especially that woman that just laughed. Now he just wondered if Vincent would waste himself or if he should give him a small hand.
He sat on one of the barstools still not turning around. Passing a piece of paper to the bartender, who looked at it with a quizzical look, Denizen relaxed slightly. ”Are you sure you want this?” The bartender asked. While the drink that Denizen ordered was not alcoholic, it was still something not many people knew off and the bartender had no recollection of this man ever being there, so how would he know… Denizen would just nod in answer, paying in advance, which calmed the bartender. After all the drink the professor ordered was ten times as expensive as any other you could normally order. Though Denizen did not like spending money, though he thought that he could just take it easy from time to time.
As Vincent and the woman in the suit talked, the professor took out his phone and dialed a number. ”It’s me. Don’t talk and just listen. I know what you have and if not for my care of the company I would let you burn yourself. The data you stole or rather you had your son steal, has a rather nasty virus in it… even worse than the last one. SO better give the data back or you might lose your job. The CEO has her eyes on you as well.” He paused and listened to the man talking angrily, though no matter what was said he would ignore it, after all no matter what that man did, he would be unable to cross Denizen’s plans or shake his position. ”Look I do not have time to argue with you.” He roughly interrupted. ”I don’t really care what you do or say, you can’t influence me or anyone to cross me. Speaking of which, you might want to call Vincent… before he gets himself knocked out or arrested. I have a really nice view to enjoy the show.” The other end disconnected.
Taking his drink and turning towards the direction Vincent was in, he saw the woman taking some pills. Not good, seems he already annoyed her to the limit. Denizen thought, he had some information on the staff, but that woman… well let’s say a friend of his advised him not to dig too deeply into her in particular. Despite those words, Denizen was really interested in her, he did not know why though. It was really something unusual for him. Still taking a sip of his drink he waited for the play to unfold. At that moment, Vincent’s cellphone rang…
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Post by lunarcataphract on Aug 14, 2016 8:46:42 GMT
The bartender was amused by the order Denizen made and while at first she questioned it, after all it was one of the more expensive drinks often only ordered by the stupidly rich, she eventually got to work preparing it. Denizen would soon find what he had ordered sitting before him. With a sly grin she put the money away in the cash register before getting back to dying the glasses that had been washed; like Denizen she was most eager to see how the exchange played out between Panzer and Vincent. Sadly for Denizen he had made the phone call in the worst possible company; it may not look like it but the female bartender was listening to every single word despite the fact she was not even facing him. Her hearing was that good but I bet you want to know why she was so eager to eavesdrop huh? Information is power that's why.
"Man you've got a pretty sweet rack. How about we hook up after work and engage in some good old fashioned relaxation? I bet a bod like yours needs lots of exercise right? So how about we hook up for some real exercise at my place?" Vincent went to wrap an arm around Panzer's waist before attempting to cup her breasts a move that would be cost him severely. Now this has crossed over in the realm of sexual harassment something the German Amazon would not be standing for. She grabbed the arm that was wrapped around her waist, twisted it free and locked it behind Vincent's back. The poor womaniser would find himself pressed against the wall as a few other members of the security forced their way through the crowd ready to assist if Vincent proved rebellious.
"I've got this. Call the police." Panzer kept Vincent pinned against the wall as she removed a pair of plastic handcuffs from the pouch attached to her weight. Vincent soon found his hands bound together by the plastic handcuffs before being taken away into the back offices of the club. Sadly for Vincent his phone rang a little bit too late for his father to make any difference in how this evening would of played out. "[HEY DON;T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? My father will have your heads for this!" Vincent struggled as he was taken away from the main dance floor only to end up with Panzer tightening her grip on Vincent's right arm. The once confident play boy winced in pain yelping.
It was as Panzer and the other security brought Vincent past the bar that she broke off from the group. "Stow him away in the temporary cell until the police arrive." The German marched towards Denizen standing next to him towering above the bar. "I saw you speaking with that man. I don't care what your connection is with him but next time the two of you head to any nightclub keep him on a tighter leash." Panzer shot a nod at the bartender who responded with an appreciative thumbs up. "Good job my dear~" The bartender's voice was effeminate and seemed to resonate unnaturally in the ears of everyone that heard it. Normally Panzer would have been annoyed about being called "my dear" but this bartender was...different. The German, having made her message known, walked into the back of the club to question Vincent.
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Post by Lucek on Aug 15, 2016 8:28:56 GMT
Taking a sip of his drink Denizen grimaced, then muttered to himself ”This is supposed to be what exactly? Last time I heed the advice of people who only have money and no brains.” He paused, knowing the bartender was listening to every word, after all that was something he hoped for. ”I should have just asked the bartender for a good one, well maybe next time.” He smiled and finished the drink. He had no idea if tips should be given in a club like this but he still left one under the glass, it was roughly half of what the drink was, rounded up of course. Though the real tip was what he put in between the money. A little piece of paper with the name of the company and the names of the father and son duo. With a small depiction of a foxkit, which was what Denizen usually used when dealing with information.
Looking at the scene playing in front of him, he would lightly chuckle. ”Thought he’d get a rougher treatment, well that is what a professional can do, control themselves. I’d probably be unable to control myself in that situation.” He would nod. He was being serious though, if not for the fact he managed to control him, he would most likely have knocked Vincent out… thus getting into trouble with the woman that just pinned the boy to the wall. It would most likely end up with him being thrown in jail as he knew that she would be enough to give him more than a good fight. That and there were more people from the staff as well.
Seeing and most of it hearing Vincent still be able to threaten anyone in that situation made Denizen chuckle, once more he would say quietly, that is as he was talking to himself. ”Poor Vincent, once news of your dad’s misgivings comes out I think you will have more to worry about.” The evening was proceeding almost like he planned it. If anything got out it would not be traced back to him, but even if it was, no one could blame him, after all, he was one to take matters into his own hands often. That and he disliked having his work stolen or disrupted. Though now he was thinking of how he would deal with the woman, he knew that with the exchange from before he would most likely came under fire. He just hoped that he could at least someway explain himself. After all, people like that woman were to his liking.
The edges of his lips lightly curled up as she came closer, though he expected the words that came next, he disliked being put in the same category as Vincent. Nothing he could do though, after all that was the first impression he gave her. After a sigh he would just say, it was unsure if it was directed at the woman, the bartender or himself. ”I don’t usually associate with thieves, but I’ll keep that in mind. Though for people of his type the leash would have to have barbs on it… Though I don’t think anyone would have to deal with him anytime soon… Hi curled his lips into a smile, one that was puzzling as it was both vicious and calm at the same time. After a few seconds he would add very quietly To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in suffering.” It was random, but for some reason the words just came to his mind at the time, hence he directed them mostly to himself. Though now he had a different problem, he had no idea if he should order a new drink or leave… The place was nicer than he thought it would be after all. Ooc: As both of us agreed, thread will be over after this post.
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