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Polluted Jianghu: 新年少鹏
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I'm a little confused tbh. Is this a meeting between Kirishima's LT and the other dude to betray Kirishima?
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Yeah, Kirishima and Oogami. Wang is probably one of Kirisaki-rengou's top guns, judging from his capabilities.
The Crimson King
It's possible to eat an orange with just teeth.
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[X] {Chase the Red Sun} "I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
When in doubt, be a massive fucking communist.
When in doubt, be a massive fucking communist.
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Calling it. Going to be a bit busy this week, so I will try to get it out Sunday. Therefore, expect it Monday.
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Is J3 in Japan or is it the Chinese city they're in?
If the latter, why does Oogami have any influence on Kirishima getting access to Korean black market cybernetics?
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Jing-Jin-Ji is future Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei metropolitan zone, but a giant sprawling supercity. The PRC had moved the actual capital to a seperate metropolitan district outside of J3 years ago to avoid traffic congestion and also to avoid the mayor of J3 getting funny ideas about palace coups. Kirisaki-rengou is a Japanese yakuza with strong Korean ties, and many of their operations concern protecting the international interests of transnational Korean gangs smuggling cybernetics out of and criminal contraband into the Korean Economic Development Zone. As of recent years, they were kicked out of their home turf in Japan, and they have been working in their Chinese offices ever since.
Oogami has influence mostly because he's an actually good accountant who doesn't steal too much. His drug trade is one of the two major pillars of Kirisaki-rengou's income, the other half being Kirishima's Korea contacts.
Hope that clears things up.
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Thanks that's really helpful background info 
OHH was our protagonist asking why Kirishima was the one in Kirisaki's 'organization' to be running such a lucrative racket? And the seeming non sequitur is a reference to Oogami's racist ties that make him a bad fit for dealing with Korean organized crime?
I misread that question this whole time oops 😅
OHH was our protagonist asking why Kirishima was the one in Kirisaki's 'organization' to be running such a lucrative racket? And the seeming non sequitur is a reference to Oogami's racist ties that make him a bad fit for dealing with Korean organized crime?
I misread that question this whole time oops 😅
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"I am here to continue the anti-imperialist war against the Japanese devils."
Tragedy. A three lane pileup involving a train, an airplane, and a luxury cruiseliner. Reports indicate that there are no conversational survivors. A groan crawls out of Yuexia. Scratch that. There's one conversational survivor, but she is on her last legs. You got it. You hide a chuckle. It doesn't sound right in this silence.
"You know I'm Korean, right?"
Oh, so that's how it feels to have the line of conversation tie itself into a knot and have it get stuffed down your throat.
"Er. Yes?"
He punctuates the silence by sinking a knife into your leg. "You know," you say between gritted teeth. It burns. Holy god, it's burning so bad. At some point the adrenaline is gonna go away and you'll fall into bits and be food for the birds. "That's entirely fair."
"Do you even feel pain?" A bony fist slams into your jaw. A throbbing burst of pain erupts with the memory of Metalhead, those days ago, on the Sunflower complex landing. "Doesn't look like it." The knife leaves your leg with a pop of blood. It runs down your knee in little red streams. The communism, you think, is leaving you. Two pints down and soon you'll be white as driven snow and those uh. Who's a White Russian? Fuck, you don't know. "Let's," the accountant whispers like a lover, breath hot against your face, "test it." He tilts your head up. The fluorescent light bulb burns your eyes.
Something cold rasps against your throat. His eyes are hazelnut. You're close enough to kiss. Or bite his lips off. "Please don't do that. I think that's one of my few remaining virtues."
He maintains the stare for one more second. Then the knife goes clattering against the floor. "You made it weird. Fuck you, you made it weird," he hisses. "Cho! You handle this." The door slams shut behind him. You catch a boring looking office before the door closes. You wonder if this is where they keep the files. Probably not. Way too exposed, and…
Another source of light. Cho- god you seriously need to get better nicknames for people rather than the first thing you notice about them- has the lighter the accountant dropped in his hands. Playing with it. Flicking it on and off. You think the shock is going on and off. You
"Are you the good cop?" Yuexia asks. She tries a smile. 'It's like a classic. Although there's a third guy. What's his deal in all of this?"
"The only guy who really knows kung fu," Wang replies.
The flame goes out. "Yeah, I'm the good cop. And that's rude. Nobody can spend as much time in the gym as you do. You need a damn hobby."
"Just jealous of my gains." Was that an affect Wang was putting on? Or is it just him being short on breath.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, you." Cho turned to Yuexia, throwing up the silver lighter and catching it. "Who sent you?"
"Can I have a moment to talk to my colleague?"
"No."
"I thought you were the good cop." It comes out in a plaintive moan, like she's complaining about not getting, you don't know. Another smartphone?
"I haven't kicked him in the face yet," he says in his defence. "So get to it. Or I'll set him on fire and ask you again."
"I could take it," you say. Its like something's freezing your veins. That's the best description you can think of right now.
That startles a laugh out of Cho. "Wang, you have a brother I don't know about? This guy's great. We should hire him." The other man shrugs, eyes you. Good luck. The bandages cover the entire face. "So. Enough chit chat." A flickering flame pops up inches from the kerosene soaked bandages. "Now."
"We're independents. Not from Wu Manor or anything." Her voice wavers, but not that much.
"Right," Cho says, craning his head. "Uh huh."
"And," she weaves, "we teamed up with each other in the-"
Cho interrupts her. "I don't need your backstory. Why're you attacking us?"
"Oh, because we wanted to make Kirishima and Oogami super mad so they would try to kill each other. Then we could swoop in and steal their stuff." Not a bad lie 8/10. "I don't know about Kirishima," she continued, now having found her lying, lying stride, "but Oogami seemed pretty on edge, right? I'd off him-" she points at the door- "and he'd kill you, and we go to our bosses and say, 'hey, Kirishima or Oogami killed your lieutenant with some weirdo, what are you going to do about that?'"
"Riight." He teases out the word. "But you had a grudge against someone Kirishima knows."
"Just some lie I used to get my foot in the door." She doesn't even blink.
"I see. Still, I don't quite understand it," Cho says. "See, when I ask people stuff, usually they lie first. They say some horse piss that is so clearly and self evidently false. Are you following me here?"
"Wow, that's rude. I've never lied before in my life."
"You're right," you say, "she's lying. We are secret PRC contractors to root out all-"
"Please shut up, I've seen undercover cops and you two don't look like undercover cops. She's way too young. Doesn't she have school or something?"
Ignoring her muttering, you say, "yeah, but if we looked like cops that'd give the game away, wouldn't it? So we're probably cops. It's a clever bit of reverse psychology. I left my cop card in my other pair of pants, so if you let me go I can get it for you."
"Nice try." He closes his eyes. Then he opens them. "Fine. I can buy that you're just trying to make money. Okay. How do you feel about working together? We want Kirisaki gone. We want Oogami gone. We want Kirishima gone. They're all albatrosses hanging around my neck. Since you just want money, I am willing to give you more money than you need. Hell, I'll even let you loot Kirisaki's mansion. He's got guns, gold, and an expensive art collection there."
Make a Decision
[1.2] Wrathfu-
"Sure okay," Youxia says.
Fuck. "Get me a blood bag and a bandage and you have a deal," you say. "I mean. Stitches. I have bandages."
The iron pops off of you. The two of you stretch, popping vertebrae all the way. You stumble back into the chair when the twinges of pain from your leg is too much to bear. "Glad to have you onboard," Cho says with a smile on his stupid fucking face as Wang walks out the door whistling, with the key spinning around his finger. "I'll get in touch with you later. Medicine cabinet's that way."
"Not gonna help me?"
"You tried to kill me, so no. Catch." You catch Flay's flip phone. He must have taken it from you when you were unconscious. "I'll clear it with Han. If we can, we'll try to give you a free day. Now, shoo."
Urgh. At least Youxia's there, helping you to the small cabinet. "Did I screw up?" she hisses as you stumble and fumble your way out of the interrogation room and into the medicine cabinet. The accountant stares daggers into you, and almost stood up before Cho whispered something at him.
You wonder if you should just go without. 99% sure it's the chemicals in your bloodstream that's propping you up. That can't be any good. It's just mental. You can-
No you can't. Okay. Drug time. "You're not gonna die on me, are you?" Youxia asks, watching you down three painkiller pills at once.
The world is so soft and nice. "Nah. Once my heart starts fluttering then I'm in trouble," you reply. "It's cool."
"Right. So. What now?"
[1.2] {Harmonious Society} Call Flay and let her know that there's been a complication.
[]- Fuck it. You're tapped out. It's like three AM and you want to sleep. You can call Flay in the morning.
Tragedy. A three lane pileup involving a train, an airplane, and a luxury cruiseliner. Reports indicate that there are no conversational survivors. A groan crawls out of Yuexia. Scratch that. There's one conversational survivor, but she is on her last legs. You got it. You hide a chuckle. It doesn't sound right in this silence.
"You know I'm Korean, right?"
Oh, so that's how it feels to have the line of conversation tie itself into a knot and have it get stuffed down your throat.
"Er. Yes?"
He punctuates the silence by sinking a knife into your leg. "You know," you say between gritted teeth. It burns. Holy god, it's burning so bad. At some point the adrenaline is gonna go away and you'll fall into bits and be food for the birds. "That's entirely fair."
"Do you even feel pain?" A bony fist slams into your jaw. A throbbing burst of pain erupts with the memory of Metalhead, those days ago, on the Sunflower complex landing. "Doesn't look like it." The knife leaves your leg with a pop of blood. It runs down your knee in little red streams. The communism, you think, is leaving you. Two pints down and soon you'll be white as driven snow and those uh. Who's a White Russian? Fuck, you don't know. "Let's," the accountant whispers like a lover, breath hot against your face, "test it." He tilts your head up. The fluorescent light bulb burns your eyes.
Something cold rasps against your throat. His eyes are hazelnut. You're close enough to kiss. Or bite his lips off. "Please don't do that. I think that's one of my few remaining virtues."
He maintains the stare for one more second. Then the knife goes clattering against the floor. "You made it weird. Fuck you, you made it weird," he hisses. "Cho! You handle this." The door slams shut behind him. You catch a boring looking office before the door closes. You wonder if this is where they keep the files. Probably not. Way too exposed, and…
Another source of light. Cho- god you seriously need to get better nicknames for people rather than the first thing you notice about them- has the lighter the accountant dropped in his hands. Playing with it. Flicking it on and off. You think the shock is going on and off. You
"Are you the good cop?" Yuexia asks. She tries a smile. 'It's like a classic. Although there's a third guy. What's his deal in all of this?"
"The only guy who really knows kung fu," Wang replies.
The flame goes out. "Yeah, I'm the good cop. And that's rude. Nobody can spend as much time in the gym as you do. You need a damn hobby."
"Just jealous of my gains." Was that an affect Wang was putting on? Or is it just him being short on breath.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, you." Cho turned to Yuexia, throwing up the silver lighter and catching it. "Who sent you?"
"Can I have a moment to talk to my colleague?"
"No."
"I thought you were the good cop." It comes out in a plaintive moan, like she's complaining about not getting, you don't know. Another smartphone?
"I haven't kicked him in the face yet," he says in his defence. "So get to it. Or I'll set him on fire and ask you again."
"I could take it," you say. Its like something's freezing your veins. That's the best description you can think of right now.
That startles a laugh out of Cho. "Wang, you have a brother I don't know about? This guy's great. We should hire him." The other man shrugs, eyes you. Good luck. The bandages cover the entire face. "So. Enough chit chat." A flickering flame pops up inches from the kerosene soaked bandages. "Now."
"We're independents. Not from Wu Manor or anything." Her voice wavers, but not that much.
"Right," Cho says, craning his head. "Uh huh."
"And," she weaves, "we teamed up with each other in the-"
Cho interrupts her. "I don't need your backstory. Why're you attacking us?"
"Oh, because we wanted to make Kirishima and Oogami super mad so they would try to kill each other. Then we could swoop in and steal their stuff." Not a bad lie 8/10. "I don't know about Kirishima," she continued, now having found her lying, lying stride, "but Oogami seemed pretty on edge, right? I'd off him-" she points at the door- "and he'd kill you, and we go to our bosses and say, 'hey, Kirishima or Oogami killed your lieutenant with some weirdo, what are you going to do about that?'"
"Riight." He teases out the word. "But you had a grudge against someone Kirishima knows."
"Just some lie I used to get my foot in the door." She doesn't even blink.
"I see. Still, I don't quite understand it," Cho says. "See, when I ask people stuff, usually they lie first. They say some horse piss that is so clearly and self evidently false. Are you following me here?"
"Wow, that's rude. I've never lied before in my life."
"You're right," you say, "she's lying. We are secret PRC contractors to root out all-"
"Please shut up, I've seen undercover cops and you two don't look like undercover cops. She's way too young. Doesn't she have school or something?"
Ignoring her muttering, you say, "yeah, but if we looked like cops that'd give the game away, wouldn't it? So we're probably cops. It's a clever bit of reverse psychology. I left my cop card in my other pair of pants, so if you let me go I can get it for you."
"Nice try." He closes his eyes. Then he opens them. "Fine. I can buy that you're just trying to make money. Okay. How do you feel about working together? We want Kirisaki gone. We want Oogami gone. We want Kirishima gone. They're all albatrosses hanging around my neck. Since you just want money, I am willing to give you more money than you need. Hell, I'll even let you loot Kirisaki's mansion. He's got guns, gold, and an expensive art collection there."
Make a Decision
[1.2] Wrathfu-
"Sure okay," Youxia says.
Fuck. "Get me a blood bag and a bandage and you have a deal," you say. "I mean. Stitches. I have bandages."
The iron pops off of you. The two of you stretch, popping vertebrae all the way. You stumble back into the chair when the twinges of pain from your leg is too much to bear. "Glad to have you onboard," Cho says with a smile on his stupid fucking face as Wang walks out the door whistling, with the key spinning around his finger. "I'll get in touch with you later. Medicine cabinet's that way."
"Not gonna help me?"
"You tried to kill me, so no. Catch." You catch Flay's flip phone. He must have taken it from you when you were unconscious. "I'll clear it with Han. If we can, we'll try to give you a free day. Now, shoo."
Urgh. At least Youxia's there, helping you to the small cabinet. "Did I screw up?" she hisses as you stumble and fumble your way out of the interrogation room and into the medicine cabinet. The accountant stares daggers into you, and almost stood up before Cho whispered something at him.
You wonder if you should just go without. 99% sure it's the chemicals in your bloodstream that's propping you up. That can't be any good. It's just mental. You can-
No you can't. Okay. Drug time. "You're not gonna die on me, are you?" Youxia asks, watching you down three painkiller pills at once.
The world is so soft and nice. "Nah. Once my heart starts fluttering then I'm in trouble," you reply. "It's cool."
"Right. So. What now?"
[1.2] {Harmonious Society} Call Flay and let her know that there's been a complication.
[]- Fuck it. You're tapped out. It's like three AM and you want to sleep. You can call Flay in the morning.
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bleh, open voting
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- USA
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THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
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Things got messy.
Things got messy.
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i believe in freedom of choice
i believe in freedom of choice
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Imperfectly Aligned
[X] {Harmonious Society} Call Flay and let her know that there's been a complication.
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[X] {Harmonious Society} Call Flay and let her know that there's been a complication.
[x] {Harmonious Society} Call Flay and let her know that there's been a complication.
StarSerpent
Upjumped Peasant
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Am I like incredibly stupid or is Between Names being sarcastic in his internal narration because uh
As far as I can tell/remember this isn't a lie? This is just what our plan was?
[X] {Harmonious Society} Call Flay and let her know that there's been a complication.
Now we have Wang on our side at least. And he ain'tn't shit.
The Crimson King
It's possible to eat an orange with just teeth.
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[x] {Harmonious Society} Call Flay and let her know that there's been a complication.
We can always double cross em later, but right now we should probably let her know there's been a complication. After that, bedrest. Lots of it. Like, holy shit, we need to take a break.
We can always double cross em later, but right now we should probably let her know there's been a complication. After that, bedrest. Lots of it. Like, holy shit, we need to take a break.
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Your plan is to steal Kirisaki's stuff, not just Kirishima and Oogami's.