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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 3:45 pm
The Turser Complex is a large mansion built on the outskirts of Karakura. It looks like a nice place to stay on the outside. Large gardens, a pool, a generally nice place to be. But were one to look past this, they would notice the various guards and guard dogs. And if you were to get inside and look hard enough, you might find massive stores of illegal drugs and weapons. But otherwise, it's a rather nice place for a mob boss to live in.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 8:55 pm
Chantre turned toward the mansion and paused on the sidewalk. Either way, this place was a safe bet. She looked around swiftly then walked up to the front gate and pressed the button on the call box. A voice on the other end prompted her for her name, though she was a bit more used to this treatment. She spoke her name, and it was likely it was recognized at this point. Still, she would have to wait in any event. She was prepared for that though, and was entirely open to being turned away. she would just have to see.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 2:05 pm
Conrad had arrived at his abode a while ago, but kept to himself in the bunker portion of the building, the lower section. He had to admit that leaving the small child with Karen and the dragon was quite an underhanded and despicable move, but Conrad had done worse to others. Just take a look at South America. But as time had passed, Conrad felt a flux in the energies around the construction site. He wasn't skilled in doing such, but he could get the vague feeling that people joined in the fight and a few left. Or died, of course.
Back at the complex, Conrad felt better, within the safety of the metal bunker under his mansion. Fang was released and was perched on a tree in his little terrarium. Fang even has his own room full of plants and what not. It was originally a room designed for meditation, but Conrad kept buying more and more rare plants and it turned into a terrarium. But it was a nice little place to relax and have tea in.
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Conrad looked at the screens that were in his main office in the bunker. They had information on his various bank accounts, a date book for his shipments, and other such fun websites that he enjoyed on the internet. There were also a few screens that were feeds from the security cameras and what not. As he was flipping though the information on his schedule, Fang moved from the tree and up onto the chair and hung around Conrads neck, an emphatic feeling of a guest arrived. Just as that happened, one of his henchmen buzzed him of a guest and he looked at the screen to see Chantre waiting at the front gate. He clicked the buzzer to send a message back to his henchmen.
"You fools! I thought I told you to let her in whenever she's here," Conrad spat back at his next to worthless henchmen. "The next time you screw up your dead." Conrad lift his finger off of the switch and got up to leave to the main house to meet with Chantre.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 2:44 pm
The woman did not have to wait long, she was buzzed in quickly. The voice on the other end sounded a bit off as they informed her she could go on in, but she couldn't say why. She entered and was lead by one of the men that was inside to wherever it was they were meeting. She enjoyed looking at the architecture, per usual. They entered a room where the man told her she could wait and then excused himself. She thanked him before he left and took a seat. He seemed busy. It wasn't a bad thing, but it always seemed like there was a lot of work being done around here. She kept forgetting to ask about Conrad's work, but even now she had more important things to ask about. She pressed her lips together in a hard line as she though about the upcoming conversation, looking thoughtful. She remained like that for a moment, then sighed. No use thinking about it, she had to get the facts before preconceptions took over.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 6:48 pm
Closing the door behind him, Conrad straightened his jacket as much as he could with having a hundred pound snake draped over his shoulders. After feeling he looked well enough, he then left the little anteroom that was between the bunker and the rest of the house. That way, he could have a metal blast door without his house looking too suspicious.
Quickly moving out from the hallway into the main entrance, Conrad saw Chantre there, waiting.
"I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting, but my business doesn't run itself very well," Conrad said with a slight grin. "Do either of you require any refreshments?" He was holding on hand out to the side partly, ready to get one of his henchmen over to fix something up for them.
All the while, Fang was up to his own thing. Rather than just ignoring the person that Conrad was talking to, he lifted his head up off of Conrad a bit and continued to looked Chantre in the eyes, flicking his tongue out farther than he normally did. It was meant as a sort of greeting or a sign of endearment, but it could easily be thought of as an attempt at intimidating her. Either way, Fang was saying hello in his own silent way as told by Conrad to do when they were around 'others'.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:57 am
Chantre waited until Conrad came in, just looking around the room again. Sometimes she wished she had a nice house like this, or at least one in the country. When he did come in, she smiled a little, noting how Fang was there. How lucky that Conrad's doll could so easily be dismissed as simply a pet. "Do you perhaps still have some grape soda lying around?" She did like soda as a treat. Fang looked so normal for the time being, she supposed it was the fact he wasn't talking. It reminded her of her training with snake bites. They could be extraordinarily nasty. That and the urban myths on their treatment did not help any. She allowed herself to be diverted by these thoughts, as there was still a little more time to burn before she got to the questions and what not.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:08 pm
The mention of the grape soda gave Conrad a little chuckle. "Of course," he replied, then snapped towards the doorway where a henchman was standing. The man nodded and went into the room behind him. With that done, he motioned for her to follow him as he went down the hallway to that same room they first talked in.
"So I assume something important has come up, seeing as you are visiting me here rather than waiting to talk at the warehouse," Conrad began as he closed to door behind the four of them. With the door closed, Fang slipped off of Conrad and around the back of the couch that was right near the doorway. He doubled up over himself a bit and held his head up so that he could see them both.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:06 pm
Chantre got up and followed, remembering the room that they came to. "In a way." She seated herself on one of the chairs and looked absently at the pin on her sleeve. "I need to know what was going on there I guess. You were sparring at first, right?" She looked up at Conrad, serious for sure. She wasn't critical, just serious. She wanted to know what happened, and Conrad had been there first as far as she could tell. She wanted facts for the time being but it was all she could do from setting up preconceptions.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:59 pm
Before Conrad could respond, there was a knock at the door. Behind it was one of his men, holding a tray with three crystal goblets in one hand and a small bucket of ice in the other, filled with a few cans of grape soda. He quickly took them from the man and the door was closed behind him.
"There will be no more interruptions. If Lesaria would like to come out, she is more than welcome to," Conrad said, setting the tray and bucket down on the coffee table. He then turned over the three goblets and opened a can of grape soda, filling one about 2/3 full and another about 1/2 way. He then handed Chantre the former and said, "Yes, at first it was just a spar of sorts. Just a simple scuffle with our abilities sealed. Eventually," he continued after going back to his glass after giving Chantre hers.
"The girl got cocky," Fang said, deciding to speak up. It was a little odd to see the snake speak, it's mouth moving in the correct motions of human speech. Conrad smiled as he poured a little of the vodka from his flask as Fang jumped in. "She tried to intimidate us with her doll in released form."
"Needless to say, we weren't." Conrad took a sip from his glass. "A dragon is big, but it's just full of hot air." Fang gave a sort of pleasant hissing sound, agreeing with Conrad.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 7:39 pm
Chantre watched as Conrad's men went out then took his comment with a smile. "What do you say?" Chantre's eyes rested on the dragon pin on her sleeve, which did not change for a moment. After that, the pin jumped away and morphed to show her released form. "I should listen as well." Lesaria floated to a chair and sat down, showing the oddity of that action. With her small frame it meant that her legs did not even reach the ground, however, her hand folded just above her feet. Chantre looked at Lesaria, just to see that she was settled, then accepted the glass. She took a sip as she listened, enjoying the drink while making sure she heard every word. She raised an eyebrow when a dragon was mentioned, but did not think about that overmuch. "I see. But, what happened next?" Lesaria turned her head in Chantre's direction vaguely, indicating she was looking that direction vaguely.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 7:54 pm
With Lesaria being released, Conrad went and poured the last of the first can into the last goblet, filling it a little over 1/2 full. He then handed it towards Lesaria for her to take. "People began to notice, of course. It's not like a 20ft tall monster appears in the middle of a city every day. I had received a work call as she was giving a speech, so I didn't notice what was going on until some guy began yelling at me." It was a lie, but he doubt there was any reason for Chantre to see that is was. She wasn't there and Conrad knew bad things could happen if he told her it was a young girl. He took a sip of his drink then continued. "I turned round, saw that panic was beginning to spread, and did what I do best."
"We took the opportunity given and ran," Fang spoke up again.
"Why get caught up in some tabloid about giant monsters in down town Karakura when I already..." Conrad stopped, then quickly changed his words, "have competitors trying to sully my company's name." That was a little too close. Conrad was getting more lax with this woman, more than he felt necessary at the moment.
"After that, I felt some strange energies there. Something happened, but I don't know what." Conrad knew that he felt Karen's energy dissipate as well as some of the other Bounts, but that's all he even knew about it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 5:01 pm
Lesaria took the glass carefully, sipping at it. The doll looked serious as usual, but she did like grape soda. With the conversation reguarding the dragon, Chantre did not see any reason to roll sense motive, so she accepted it as face value. "That was prudent of you. It would not seem that your sparring partner did the same." She resisted again the urge to ask about Conrad's business, as she was thinking out what was going on after that. "It troubles me that the reitsus that appeared after that were many and varied, which does not bode well. I have no desire to get absorbed into another great fight." She sipped on the grape soda quietly, thinking about it. There being a fight once could mean one again, and the last time she had been involved it had been ugly. "There is France." Lesaria's words were faint, but they could not really be called reassuring. Chantre seemed to take it that way though, and smiled faintly. "There is that. We'll just have to see what is going on though." She sighed a little then continued drinking the soda.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 9:32 pm
"Ah, France," Conrad responded to the statement. A certain glean flashed through his eyes, a mixture of nostalgia and something deeper. Anytime he thought of any of the more southern European countries he thought of his past. He was never really sure of where he originally was from, be it from before the countries truely existed, or because he had drank enough alcohol to make an Irishman feel beaten, he didn't care. He had also been in Japan for long enough to see that his business was running well here.
"I don't see why we couldn't. Fang needs to see some new places anyway." With another sip from his glass, Conrad continued to think. They could leave within the morrow if he worked everything out well. But he wasn't particular with leaving, so if Chantre wanted to, he would simply follow.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:35 am
Chantre looked highly distracted for a moment. Lesaria noted this with some slight tilting of her head. Even so the doll took a sip of her grape juice and waited for Chantre to come back in her attentions. The silver haired woman turned back and said quickly, "I think I will be leaving soon. I invite you to come and stay at my residence, after all, I've come here so many times." She smiled faintly and started sipping on the grape soda. This place was getting to dangerous for her taste. "I want a beignet." Chantre chuckled and said, "Of course. First breakfast will be beignets." Lesaria seemed pleased with that, or at least she smirked slightly. The doll finished with the grape soda and placed the glass on the table, folding her hands together again. "Well, then does that sound good?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 1:16 pm
Since Chantre seemed to be so set on wanting to leave, Conrad found it to be a good change of pace. Setting down his glass, he removed his phone from his inner coat pocket and began clicking it. "Then it's settled. I'll arrange a plane for us to use and get a reservation for some suites. Would leaving tomorrow at 11:00 am be alright?" He could set his plane to leave at any time, but he needed to make sure the reservations were set before they were in the air. Besides that, he would have to make sure that is people in France got his operation there to be ready for his arrival.
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