Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2023 15:33:50 GMT -5
The protracted rustling of cicadas was the only thing accompanying the howl of the scorching wind in Diablo Desert today. At least it would have been true if it wasn't for the two jeeps facing each other in this chasm-like channel created by two massive mesas. The cars were both oddly similar, possessing a fitting desert camo and a whole set of windows tinted to the point of absolute opaqueness. The stalemate between the vehicles was broken when one of them flickered its lights twice, causing each of them to see their engines turned off before its occupants left their seats with briefcases in hand.
On the left, there was a trio of suit-donning Earthlings accompanied by a peculiar white fox Zoanthrope clad in a sumptuous changpao worn alongside a conical hat. The three of them moved forward with their white-furred bodyguard toward the group on the right composed of three hoodlums in street wear tailgated by a gray, broad-shouldered Majin wearing nothing but cargo pants and a big golden chain with a Zeni sign. The vulpine and the Majin exchanged a knowing glare while the six others discussed business, baring the content of their suitcases; the sharp dressed men offered big canisters of glowing green radioactive hetap in exchange for a mouthwatering amount of banknotes.
As the businessmen of the Triad swindled the small-time gangsters for more money than what was originally agreed on, Xiaolan looked over his shoulder to spare the towering mesas a glance; armed men were stationed up there in case something went South. Despite this numerical safety, the fox couldn't help it but feel like something was off. With a knot forming in his stomach, he swallowed and refocused on the illegitimate transaction that was taking longer than it should have. Was one of these street thugs a mole? No way the pigs infiltrated the meeting, right?
On the left, there was a trio of suit-donning Earthlings accompanied by a peculiar white fox Zoanthrope clad in a sumptuous changpao worn alongside a conical hat. The three of them moved forward with their white-furred bodyguard toward the group on the right composed of three hoodlums in street wear tailgated by a gray, broad-shouldered Majin wearing nothing but cargo pants and a big golden chain with a Zeni sign. The vulpine and the Majin exchanged a knowing glare while the six others discussed business, baring the content of their suitcases; the sharp dressed men offered big canisters of glowing green radioactive hetap in exchange for a mouthwatering amount of banknotes.
As the businessmen of the Triad swindled the small-time gangsters for more money than what was originally agreed on, Xiaolan looked over his shoulder to spare the towering mesas a glance; armed men were stationed up there in case something went South. Despite this numerical safety, the fox couldn't help it but feel like something was off. With a knot forming in his stomach, he swallowed and refocused on the illegitimate transaction that was taking longer than it should have. Was one of these street thugs a mole? No way the pigs infiltrated the meeting, right?
PL: 52,000 (Xiaolan is in his Base form and under the Anti Sense trait; his Ki signature is null and void!)
Notes: The gangster NPCs all have a PL of 5, except the Majin who hovers around a healthy 5,000 in Base form. If confronted, the NPCs will attempt an exit and the Majin will tank blows for its allies.
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Antisense's Free Escape Attempt [1/1], Crane School Secrets [1/1], Vampiric [1/1]
Items: Blood Ruby [1/1]
WC: 312
TWC: 312
Notes: The gangster NPCs all have a PL of 5, except the Majin who hovers around a healthy 5,000 in Base form. If confronted, the NPCs will attempt an exit and the Majin will tank blows for its allies.
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Antisense's Free Escape Attempt [1/1], Crane School Secrets [1/1], Vampiric [1/1]
Items: Blood Ruby [1/1]
WC: 312
TWC: 312