<strong>Name:</strong>Jugo Kiyaburo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bouncer, Bartender, Jack Mason, DeeJay, Silas, Marc, Anyone.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Little Tokyo</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ten Blocks from Lilith's Cave:<br/>(http://www.wallpapercorb.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Tokyo-at-night-11.jpg)<br/>Little Tokyo is one of the smallest districts in Middle City, in spite of the fact that it boasts the fifth largest population among all of the districts. Built vertically in the highly contested neighborhood that shares its border with three different gangs, residents of this district seldom leave these eight square blocks of real estate and are highly suspicious of outsiders, be they human or otherwise. It has been claimed at different times by The Maidenhood, The Unleashed and The Brothers Fallen before being unified under the rule and protection of The Kiyaburo Brotherhood.<br/><br/>The uneasy treaty between the Kiyaburos and The Brothers Fallen has yielded an era of peace and prosperity for this haven for Far East immigrants. The district, still healing from years of bloodshed began to gain power, gaining the protection of The Brothers. The crown jewel of this period of renewal being The Red Dragon Casino.<br/><br/>(http://cache.virtualtourist.com/15/5913015-Japanese_tower_Brussels_Brussels.jpg)<br/><br/>The Casino was built to precise specifications to suit the unique needs of it's unique owners. The top floor, renovated into a private, deluxe suite with timed shutters to block out any and all daylight. The concave roof was meticulously designed for a 1.5 ton animal to make a comfortable nest without putting dangerous strain on the lower floors of this eight story tower.<br/><br/>The bottom four levels of The Red Dragon span an entire block, the two level casino on the street level and first floor, which shares space with a full service brothel and hotel. The first basement has been converted into housing for the whores, security and staff; while the expansive second basement is used to store the wealth of imported weapons, narcotics and currency that flows in and out of Little Tokyo on a regular basis.</div></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Prologue</div><div class="spoiler_body">At the top floor of the legendary Red Dragon Tower, Jugo knelt dutifully before the brightest light in the dimly lit room, the television. This is not to indicate by any means that the images on the screen were bright, three shadowy figures, all back lit to obscure each of their faces in shadow.  One was speaking to Jugo directly.<br/><br/>"It was not our intention to hinder your other operations with this task, but understand that we would not ask it of you if it were not of vital importance." The figure on the left said stoically, his voice sounding wise and gravelly. "Though we cannot divulge to you the full nature of this task, you should know that failure would cause us great displeasure, and forever taint your honor."<br/><br/>"Death before dishonor, I will not fail you." Jugo swore solemnly, his body abruptly tense from the moment his honor was called into question. "It shall be done within two nights time."<br/><br/>"Do not let your arrogance make a fool of you. Many powerful creatures before you have fallen in this endeavor, some even older than you, with powers to rival your own. If you take this lightly, it shall be your undoing." The long bearded siloette on the left snapped. "Just get it done, take as much time as you need."<br/><br/>After that the link cut out abruptly, leaving Jugo in relative darkness, aside from the city lights that passed through the slatted windows. When Jugo rose to his feet again, he gestured to one of the leisure suit wearing mortals who had pledged his life to the service of the Brotherhood, the man turned on the lights to reveal the lavish decoration of the suite. Traditional Japanese tastes merged with every modern amenity in the sleek suite, at the center of which a small trickling waterfall fed into a large coy pond that spanned the entire center of the room.<br/><br/><em>"Boss Kiyaburo, the new shipment of girls have arrived, also your tailor has brought new samples. Which would you examine first, Boss?"</em> The man, called Shogo, asked diligently in letter perfect Japanese.<br/><br/><em>"Send them both in."</em> Jugo replied in kind, making his way over one of the small arch bridges that spanned the pond. <em>"I need a new suit more than I need a new whore, but if they're out there waiting, they aren't on their backs earning."</em><br/><br/>First through the door was the tailor, a homosexual imp that had unrivaled flair for contemporary fashion. Though he and Jugo sometimes clashed on the more flamboyant choices he made, Kale the imp was one of the few living beings whose judgement Jugo would occasionally value above his own.<br/><br/>"Ju-Ju! Darling, thanks so much for seeing me so promptly, busy man that you are. I just had to come over here when I saw these swatches, look! Ming Dynasty silk, the original colors and everything. Couldn't you just die?" The Imp prattled on, spreading bolts of fabric across the small table that Jugo had knelt behind. He gave the imp a sharp glare after that last bit, he knew English expressions well enough to know what he meant, but a question like that is widely considered inconsiderate when addressing one who is already dead. "Oh! I mean- well you know what I mean. Look at the green, it's so well preserved."<br/><br/>While the Imp was setting up his antique fabric samples, Shogo had begun leading the girls in. All of them were waifs, having spent weeks in a storage container on their way to Middle City, the seductive negligee dangling off of gaunt shoulders and sharp rib cages. The look on Jugo's face showed clearly that he was much more impressed with the fabric than the girls as he examined both at once. Addressing one subordinate in English, and the other in Japanese.<br/><br/>"Yes, I like the green. Perhaps as trim around this jet black here. <em>Shogo, I thought these were supposed to be the beautiful girls, the ones I could use as strippers. That thing looks like she hasn't eaten in weeks. Feed her and clean her up, she's a whore.</em> Have you got anything darker than this midnight Blue? Maybe with pin stripes. <em>Shit! That one's even uglier than the last one, did she dye her hair with toilet bowl cleaner? Get the other girls to give her a proper bleach, then turn her out. She'll be a whore too.</em> I don't know about this purple, it's not really my thing."<br/><br/>"Ah, Ju-Ju! You're so in love with the blacks and dark colors, every day can't be a funeral." The imp countered, hesitant to give up such a dynamic hue. "Just look at the purple with the midnight, doesn't that look nice? Add a tie made from the green. Oh, you'd just be stunning."<br/><br/>Just then, a massive gust of wind stirred up dust and flower pedals on the wrap around balcony, followed by a massive thump from the roof above indicating that Ai Chan had returned from her sweep of the city. It was her task to follow the goings on from all parts of the city, alerting Jugo to potential danger. Using her nose, she slid open the slatted wooden door with her nose before craning her long neck around and into the suite. She did this often, it was her way of spending time with Jugo, but she hated the way she had to hold her head upside down.<br/><br/>"<em>Is this a joke?</em>" Jugo demanded, ignoring his tailor and his dragon when the next girl was brough before him, her body was better than most, but her teeth were so bad that it sent Jugo into a rage. "<em>These were supposed to be women that I could put on stage and charge five figures for a night alone. Would you pay ten grand to fuck that cow?</em>"<br/><br/>Suddenly, and without warning, Jugo shot to his feet and there was another gust of wind from within the suite. To the naked eye, it looked like Jugo just got up, no one would have even noticed anything more had transpired, if not for that familiar metallic clink of Onin returning to it's sheath. That sound always meant the same thing, someone was dead.<br/><br/>For a moment there was tense silence, each person in the room glancing at the others, hoping it wasn't them who had earned Jugo's wrath. After about a second, the girl glanced down to realize that the lower half of her nightie had been sliced and was now pooled in a neat ring around her feet. She barely had time to begin screaming before her arm tumbled from her elbow and blood spilled from her mouth. As her torso slipped from her hips, Shogo breathed a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Ai Chan. Do you have news?" Jugo asked with his mind, turning to his dragon.<br/><br/>"That club to the South is having a big recruitment call, a lot of unsavory types lurking very close, all looking for some way to prove themselves." Ai responded, her mind communicating the gentle, singsong voice of a much younger woman.<br/><br/>"Any bodies?"<br/><br/>"Two so far. A dwarf who was clocking and some poor demon's vessel." Ai Chan answered. "Neither were ours, but the dwarf looked like he might have some ties to the Unleashed."<br/><br/>"I'd better go check it out. There's someone I'm looking for, and a gathering of unaffiliated thugs might just be the kind of thing that would draw her out." Jugo answered. "You did good, Ai Chan. Go ahead and eat the rest of that girl over there, she's no use to me now."</div></div><hr/><br/>Jugo was wearing one of his newest suits that Kale had brought along with the fabric. He'd left Onin back at his suite, lest one of these fool bouncers try to lay a hand upon his most sacred possession. He resented being touched by the living, it made his skin crawl, but he allowed the man at the door to search him none the less. He didn't come here for trouble, he came to observe.<br/><br/>He carried with him a sleek, leather bound briefcase which the orc at the door insisted on inspecting. The large beast's face lit up when he saw himself face to face with a hundred thousand dollars in cash.<br/><br/>"Can I go in now?" Jugo asked impatiently, slamming the briefcase shut moments after the orc's fingers were clear.<br/><br/>"Not so fast." The orc at the door protested, planting a large hand in Jugo's chest to halt him. "I know who you are. What are you doing here?"<br/><br/>"I'm not happy with my current affiliation, shopping new outfits. Are we done now?" Jugo asked, louder than before, his eyes burning with dangerous intent as he stared down the much larger bouncer. "If you really knew me, you'd know better than to lay hands on me."<br/><br/>Not wanting to leave himself open to any further banter on the subject of why he'd chosen to evade his escorts and protection, and come alone and unarmed to this filthy little dive on the night when all the freaks had come to join the circus, Jugo moved straight past the door and down the reinforced staircase into the crowded club.<br/><br/>At first glance, Jugo didn't see who he was looking for which distressed him. Perhaps he'd gotten all dressed up for nothing. Though the sight of Jack Mason proved to be worth the short trip alone. Jack hadn't left things well with the Brothers Fallen, for obvious reasons, when he went to jail. As of yet, none of the attempts on his life that were staged in prison amounted to much more than a bigger mess for the Brothers to clean up. He'd been green lit for some time, but it was lucky for Jugo and Jack both that he wasn't the target.<br/><br/>"Wolf Man Jack, what a surprise this is. Finding you here, out of jail so soon." Jugo smiled, feigning politeness but the insinuation was just under the surface. Generally when someone came back from jail after only serving half their sentence it was because they'd cooperated with the authorities in some other respect. "Over here, I'll take a pint of O negative, preferably with a BAC of .08 and whatever Jack is drinking."<br/><br/>Jugo smiled, his eyes alight with the childlike thrill of genuine excitement. Jack was strong, notoriously so, unarmed and alone, Jugo was in danger. What if Jack decided that he couldn't let him leave? What if he and those gathered around all decided to gang up on him and rob him? Lord knew they were all hard up. He might actually die, a true death, a warriors death. Behind enemy lines and fighting, an honorable death, the kind he'd always imagined.<br/><br/>Just then, Jugo was pulled back from his fantasies about his own death as he caught sight of his target, tucked into a dark corner of the sleazy bar with some fire elemental that Jugo didn't recognize. He didn't want to make a move right away, but rather watch and wait. It never hurt to make friends with the bartender either.<br/><br/>"What's the story with that water witch over there?" Jugo asked of the orc bartender, sliding a crisp hundred dollar bill across the bar. "She looks like someone I've been looking for."