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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:39 pm
Table Of Contents
1. Story
2. Rules
3. Character Form
4. Accepted 'Cops'
5. Accepted 'Robbers'
6. Reserved
7. Open
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:47 pm
Rules
1. Follow Gaia Tos
2. Violence and Romance must happen
3. PM me all profiles with either cops or robbers
4. Respect me I have the right to decline you
5. Literacy please. No ** for actions. Typing out a min of 3 lines has never killed anyone before
6. Be creative. It keeps life fun.
7. Don't throw yourself at the first available person of the opposite or even same gender.
8. Have fun
9. Oh and to be in a position of power put it in the PM title.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:48 pm
Story
This story unfolds in the back streets of Los Angeles, California. Yes that’s right, L.A. and its War. Not the kind thousand of miles from home with tanks and cannons but the same rules still apply. The innocent are caught in the middle, loved ones turn against you and you have no where else to turn. Or do you. The only other family you have is not related to you but blood, but blood money. The ones you took a back ally oath to protect and had to prove yourself to by committing a type of crime. These are the ones that help you survive on the streets. LA has become a nasty place, full of drug attics and scum it is run down and filthy. Kids live on the streets and no one knows how it started only that it started because of one man’s pride. Two brothers on opposite sides that let a family feud turn into an all out war. However that was years ago. Both brothers are dead and now the world runs wild. The police taking matters into their own hands and giving into corruption and power. The once children of the streets have banded together into the most powerful gang in the states. The Crimson Dragons. Each have reason to hate the other though reason was never part of the problem unless you count the lack of reason. Now as this battle rages on your home front what will you do? Defend your ‘Family’ or try to end it. What happens when you fall in love with someone on the wrong side? Will you do your duty as a cop and turn them in? Or will you betray your family and let him live? Either way. LA has erupted into the biggest story of cops and robbers that ever existed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:49 pm
Character Form[size=9][b]Username:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Weapons:[/b]
[b]Loyalty:[/b] Gang or Cops
[b]Other:[/b][/size]
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:50 pm
Accepted Cops: Username: AnatolianYuri
Character Name: Kiyoko Manami
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dont Be Fooled...
Bio: Kiyoko is a girl that lived normally most of her life, but to say normally is in her point of view. She was raised by only her mother, who was a cop. Her father died long time ago, before she was born. Her mother worked hard to support her and doing her job at the same time. She basically grew up along side with her mother and work. She was surrounded by the work of the police force in L.A. Everyone at the station was very kind to her and knows her as well. When she was about thirteen, her mother died from being shot at a crime scene, surrounded by gangs. At that time, Kiyoko was so depressed, she ran away for some hours, only to be lost in an alley way. She came across a dangerous group that was about to harm her, luckily, some guy, a few years older than her, came along with a few of his men. As she cowered from the scene, when it was done, the guy gave her his hand as she accept it, he led her out of the area and near a place she knew. He gave her something in her hand and then ran away. Kiyoko opened her hand to see that it was a pendent on a thin silver chain, on it, there was a silver shaped dragon and it's eyes had ruby jewels. When Kiyoko came back to the police station, she was taken care by one of the female police. From then one, she lived with them and was sheltered by their kindness. As she turned to an adult, she moved out and lived in her own apartment near the police. She was offered a job there as well as she worked along side them, fighting crime, but she will never forget what happened the day she received the pendent and was saved by that person and group...but the thing is, she does not know that the group is the most criminal ones in the city...
Personality: She grew up with a relaxing and fun environment and that affect her personality. She is cheerful and positive, though she has a temper from time to time that people don't want to mess with. She is kind to everyone, especially to those who are in trouble or nervous and timid. She is very outgoing as well. She is most of the time a tomboy due to her environment at the police station, surrounded by the testosterone. Overall, she is a normal girl that is sweet as sugar, but hot like fire that kicks and punch.
Weapons: A small handgun hidden on her for emergency.
Loyalty: Cops
Other: She is a police officer in the specialized unit of the L.A. Police. er job there is to track down criminals, but she is also their secret weapon. She is their undercover spy that is trained for that specialty. It is due to her look, skill, and experience that she gets that job. She has a innocent look that could fool the enemy, skill in techniques of fighting and using weapons, and the experience in the years she was trained. Although she is in the force, she is still like any normal girl and has a decent life. Username: The Rogue Doll
Character Name: J. Jenson.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: J
Bio: Jenson is referred to be the letter J, and those who know anything are aware that Jenson is not his real name. His mother was from Cairo, Egypt and his father from Osaka, Japan. Both were parts of organizations that involved law enforcement and the government, although no one is one hundred percent sure what those were. Both of J's parents had dual citizen ship in their own countries and the United States and spent a good deal of time roaming around. J was born January 1, 1982, as if they had planned it to be that way. The rest of his life was much the same, shrouded in mystery and particularly planned. His parents both disappeared out of the eye of what few officials new of him, and after twenty years of no one having seen or heard from little J, he turns up in San Fransisco with a letter signed by the president of the United States, saying that he is to be given authority over the investigation of gang violence in LA.
Personality: He has an odd sense of humor and a sense of detachment about him. A paranoid genius, he is keenly observant and can put things together in ways that most people would never think of. His methods are questionable, yet invariably effective. He had never lost and he hates to lose, although the passion of this does not show on his face. He works for the police mostly out of curiosity of things in general, but also out of a sense of justice that was instilled in him by his parents. Some wonder if he is warped or even crazy. He is a pack rat and whatever possession he has, he usually has ten of them.
Weapons: He has access to any weapon he desires, due to specific access granted him by the President. Despite his ability to chose from whatever he wants from the government, he tends to stick with weapons he brought with him. (*List and info below).
Loyalty: Justice. (Police)
Other:He enjoys messing with people, toying with them mentally to see how they will react, testing them. He lies a lot, sometimes necessarily, and sometimes just because.
*Pictures and Information on the weapons:
Kalishnikov AK-101
Heckler Koch HK 45 (2)
M-93 Black Arrow
Milkor MGL Mk.1 40mm grenade launcher (It should be noted that he never uses this and that he doesn't even have any ammunition for it. He mentions at one point that it was a gift of appreciation from an old friend.
Ghurka Kukhri (4)
Wakizashi (2)
Sai (2), with the last inch sharpened, balanced for throwing
He also has a number of decorative, old, non functioning weapons displayed throughout his home that I will refrain from mentioning for the sake of space.Username: Metzli
Character Name:Motobuchi Minoru [ 実 ] meaning "truth".
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:Minoru and Rufus
Bio: Minoru was always a weak child. He was the sort that was constantly pulled out of school for catching every illness that went around, and was picked on by the other kids for being smaller. Bullying got so bad in his native Japan that at the tender age of twelve, Minoru tried to commit suicide by swallowing a bottle of pills he found in the medicine cabinet. He woke up a week later in hospital after an uncomfortable stomach pumping. Despite his father's disapproval, his mother insisted that they pull him out of school. Almost as if some perverse angel of fate were smiling on him, his father got promoted and posted to an office in L.A.
It all corresponded so well, tying in neatly with Minoru needing a new school and his sister graduating from juniour school. It seemed that all would work out for the Motobuchi family. Sadly, this was not to be so.
After only two months of living in the city, his father was stabbed. True to his roots, his father had been confident and stood his ground, attempting to beat the thug off with his briefcase. The mugger panicked and stabbed him. It was only one wound, but it was to the throat, and nicked his jugular. He had bled out before the police were even called.
Too poor to make the journey back, the three of them were left to live in the city where his father was murdered. His mother got a job cleaning houses, whilst Minoru himself got a paper route in the mornings as well as a job cutting meat in the back of a butchers to help his family financially. Over his teens he had a great number of jobs ranging from waiter to gas station attendent. Over his years of working in the city, and seeing the various crimes that happen daily, Minoru began to concieve a burning ambition.
His father had died because the police force here was incapable of getting to him on time, due to poor organisation and lack of members. As soon as he hit the right age, he enrolled in training.
Half way through his training his mother and sister moved back to Japan, but left him enough saved money to put a deposit on a flat.
He is now a fully fledged police officer and is doing his best to make the city a safer place - despite being bullied at the station for his small stature and girly appearance.
Personality: He seems quite quiet and submissive, and that's because he is. A life time of bullying due to his small stature and in later years due to his sexual orientation has fixed him with low self esteem and low confidence. He easily caves to peer pressure and this gets him taken advantage of at work. He tends not to speak up if something is bothering him, instead turning it inside himself. Outside of pressure groups, he is fairly light hearted and laid back. A very easy person to feel relaxed around. Minoru is also a very good listener, and tends to be the one person in the office that all the female officers come to talk about their problems with. Behind all his timidness however, lies a very strong sense of Justice and he would gladly put himself beyond his line of duty if he felt it was keeping scum like the one who killed his father off the streets.
Weapons: A standard issue Glock 22 .40 S&W
Loyalty: Cops
Other:Minoru lives in a small cramped flat in one of the rougher edges of LA. His only flatmate is his dog, Rufus, whom he loves above the world. He is also homosexual.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:52 pm
Accepted Gang Members: Boss:Username: Ariene Whippwillow
Character Name: Naoko ("honest, straight" "child")
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Naoko
Bio: Naoko grew up surviving, from elbowing past other kids in the lunch line at school to shooting a disloyal henchman in the foot. Her parents were weak in her eyes. When she was in her 16th year, they were both shot in cross fire at a duel, from which side no one knows and none cared. To the cops, she was just another orphan to take care of, and treated her like it. And Naoko hated them for it. They showed no compassion for a child who just lost her parents! She escaped from their clutches soon after being placed in a run down orphanage with a million other kids in it. She started down at the bottom of the strongest gang in the territory, slowly gaining rank until she was second in command. The now former boss was her idol. He had accepted her into the gang no questions asked, and was very kind to her. He was shot in battle, making her Boss.
Personality: She has a slightly cruel mind, coming from the drive to win in battle against the hated cops. To those disloyal, a severe punishment or death, depending on the severity of the traitorous act. To those who are loyal, generous rewards. She is courteous but not gentle, understanding but not stupid. She is the silent type, one who listens and take things in for consideration, but when and if she gets angry, she can really belt it out.
Weapons: Twin Glock 17’s and a traditional katana used for one on one dueling
Loyalty: Gang
Other: None. Members:Username: The_Doctors_Wife
Character Name: Kyo Miaka
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kyo Miaka
Bio: Born with a twin sister Kyo and Kai were the opposites in all they did. Kyo loved the arts in every degree. Spending her time between drawing and dancing to stay in shape she did all in her power to become a surgeon. Graduating at 14 she started college immediately. However her plans were soon delayed at an unexpected change. Out late one night both she and her sister were caught in a cross fight. Kyo sided with one man who asked for her help and Kai sided with the other. Now they both must pay for their choices. After the fight ended they left with their new mentors to embrace their new life. She has not seen her sister in two years and only knows she is part of a rival gang.
Personality: Once loving and caring Kyo did not like to judge others harshly and is often said to be fair to all, with the exception of her sister. As the end of their last argument they swore they would kill each other if they ever crossed paths again. Though she longs to do good her intentions sometimes go array and people get hurt however she often punishes herself much more than any other could. Kyo is also a helpless romantic and a sucker for any heart felt move. Roses just because are enough to make her blush and swoon falling head over heals for whomever sent them. Though that side of her can shine through t times she tends to be more cold and callus and nothing will annoy her anymore than a coward or someone who is willing to betray an oath.
Weapons: Twin desert eagles and four clips
Loyalty: Crimson Dragons
Other: Has a disease where she is going deaf and sometimes can not hear people. Luckily she is excellent at reading lips Username:the_doctors_wife
Character Name:Dante Kyrosa
Age:21
Gender:Male
Appearance: Dante
Bio: Dante was recruited in gangs as a young child and many of his memories came from those experiences. Starting when he was seven the boy had been recruited and what started out as a distraction and petty theft had escalated as he grew older into grand theft auto and arson doing anything he had to for those who saved his life however he couldn't help but act almost like an older brother to Kyo. She was their unofficial doctor and he respected her however somewhere along the line he had come to care for the girl protecting her where he could whether it was from men who wanted her or she needed a shoulder to cry on he loved her like a little sister. When her mentor and friend was killed, he began to worry about her as she grew silent and withdrew from many, even him.
Personality: Dante can be a loving and caring person though he shows it to very few people. To the general population he is a womanizer, callus to the wants and needs of others and most of his 'girlfriends' are just one night stands there to amuse him. Ruthless when it comes to fighting he will put those who bother him into an early grave or the hospital and not think twice about it from the way he was raised but he isn't always that way. To those he calls his family he will risk his life to protect them as he shows his softer side.
Weapons:Dante is always well armed with twin guns at his hips and a shotgun across his back. In addition to those he keeps a knife in his arm sheath and another on his calf.
Loyalty: Gang
Other:One of the few who know about Kyo's disease and at her wishes has not yet told the boss.Username: Sakashiro
Character Name: Casilda, or Casi Wavrem
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Casilda
Bio: Casilda’s parents were killed when she was very young. She and her sister, Averil, were taken to an orphanage with many other children. About four years they spent in the orphanage until Av’ turned eighteen and was able to get out of there with her sister. The orphanage was a terrible place where none of the children were taken very well care of at all, so when they got out Averil wasn’t sure what to do. Her parents hadn’t lived long enough to teach her the ways of the world.
It took a few months but soon the sisters had a nice house and decent clothes and other necesities. Casilda never asked where the money came from, or why her sister never seemed to be home, or why sometimes strangers came to and from the house, which a few she began to know. When Casila turned fifteen though, things took a drastic change. She had found out that her sister was part of the gang, and Averil made sure that her little sister would never become a gang member, but the drastic change took place.
Averil was killed in a fight and Casilda’s promise was taken back. Yes, in a will her big sister seemed to write hastily she said that Casilda would be taken care of and was told still never to join the gang, but Casilda didn’t follow the instructions. She was angry, someone had killed her sister, her best friend, pretty much her mother, and Casilda wanted payback.
The gang did not want to take her at first, considering how young she was, but also since she was Averil’s sister who had been well known, Casilda was let in. Now two years later she is loyal to her gang, her family, and she would never leave them, even if she found her sister’s killer. She would die a gang member, just like her sister.
Personality: Casilda is a pretty down beat person. She is very loving and protective towards her fellow gang members. She shows her upbeat side, the childish side she once showed all the time, and her playful side around them, but she’ll never be the same girl she was before. In her eyes you can see the sadness of her sister’s death that still affects her. You can notice that she almost sometimes forces herself to be the girl she was.
Around strangers and of course cops her sarcastic and cold nature comes out. The personality, most expect, formed after her sister’s death. She may be playful with them but in quite a sarcastic manner, and she can also spit out insults and some what colorful words like no other. It became quickly known to others not to mess with her when she’s in a bad mood.
Weapons: She usually prefers her own body as a weapon, but she does have a dagger strapped on her right thigh. Also in a black pouch attached to her left hip she carries throwing stars.
Loyalty: Gang
Other: A gang member had helped her become an expert in hand-to-hand combat, in secret from her sister, and somewhat taught her how to use weapons, but most of that training she did on her own.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:11 pm
OTHERUsername: Metzli
Character Name: He goes by many names, his contact name being 'Hoshi'
Age:22
Gender:Male
Appearance:AppearancescanbeMisleading
Too look at him, you wouldn't expect him to be what he is. Standing at roughly 5'5" and of slender build, he looks too much of a 'pretty boy' to be involved in dirtying his hands. This is exactly the image he is going for.
Bio: Hoshi, Star, as he would have himself called moved from his birth place of Shizuoka at the age of nine with his adoptive American parents. His foster father, an american-italian by the name of Giuseppe Giordano, was a man of dubious connections for a mafia branch of the Cosa Nostra situated in Chicago. Though his step father had been doing buisness with a family within the Yakuza in Tokyo, he soon stepped out of line, having to flee with his family from their comfortable four year life together in Japan to his native city. He sought protection within the faction of the Cosa Nostra and thus plunged his wife and adopted son into the mafia lifestyle.
Growing up, Hoshi learned to consider the use of woodchippers to dispose of bodies somewhat normal, and with all the furious hunger for knowledge that coms with being a child, he learnt all the tricks of the trade. Despite being an honour roll student, he dropped out after High school to be his own boss. At 18, his stepfather had already been caught up with and disappeared off the face of the earth, and his stepmother remarried. It was an ideal time for him to seperate himself from Family ties and start a business.
Hoshi started out small, but has become known as one of the professionals of the business. You want someone or something to disappear, he's the man to call. You need someone to talk, he has his ways.
He's moved to LA from Chicago upon hearing on the grape vine that all hell was kicking up there between rival gangs. He feels this is the perfect time to expand his operations and earn himself some real money.
Personality:Hoshi is somewhat of a cold fish. Growing up as he did, his sense of guilt and compassion is somewhat severely stunted. This allows him to do what he does with style and enjoyment. With a constant need to anonymity he is a man of many guises, personalities and preferences. Beneath it all though, he has a natural witty sense of humour, a startling intelligence and the need to get the job done.
Weapons: Hoshi is somewhat varied. He doesn't like to use the same weapon for more than three consecutive kills. To do something like that would be foolish, as it would create something called a 'calling card' from which the feds would be able to deduce that it was the same person behind all the murders. That - and he gets bored. Variety is the spice of life, as they say.
Loyalty:Hoshi is a law unto himself. He is free lance with his skills available to the highest bidder.
Other:
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:43 am
(Alright I guess I'll start then.)
Naoko took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. The tiny 2nd story apartment room was bare; the only thing decorating it was a sheer curtain at the tiny window. The window was open, and a light breeze ruffled the flimsy cloth. Naoko’s eyes were shut softly; she was lying on her stomach, her face pressed against the recently cleaned carpet. She listened to the wind. What did it say to her? Tidbits of conversation floated to the window. What the teenager was going to wear to prom, who shot the police officer the day before, how many years he got in prison, who got kicked out of school, the weather, etcetera. The streets below were abuzz; news, gossip, lies, and corruption filled the air. Naoko hated this world, this society. But she loved it too. The excitement, the horror, the thrill. She almost smiled.
There was a knock at the door. Naoko snapped out of her daze. She flipped over and sat up, Indian style. She rested her forearms on her knees and called in a loud clear voice,
“The hell do you want?” The door opened and amidst a flurry of apologies for intruding and bowing, she saw that it was merely her henchman, George. He was a masseuse.
A smile broke out on her face and she stood up gracefully.
“George! Nice to see you again.” She clapped him on the back and ushered him in, along with a table that rolled and a cart full of candles, oils, and lotions. Naoko always had a weekly massage by George; it was part of her training. She needed to be agile, swift and strong. And if she was stiff and crampy, then she wouldn’t be able to do her job, now would she? No.
Naoko wore a halter top with virtually no back, so she didn’t see the point in taking it off, so she plopped on the table facedown and ordered him to start the process.
This was going to be good.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 9:23 pm
Respect, one of her prize possessions that she carried with a sort of humble pride. Even walking down the sidewalk she knew that those around her, who knew what she was a part of, either respected or feared her, as it should be. Kyo's long black trench coat flowed smoothly around her as she kept the hood up covering her face though strands of her long hair fell around her face as if the sky had been woven into silk. Her clothes were odd to say the least wearing low cut shorts various belts and leg warmers atop her boots, even the sleeves on her coat had gaps and were attached by cord. However to the young woman this was normal. Easy to move it yet concealed her weapons. What more could a gang girl want. Despite the hour, Kyo still hadn't slept as was often her habit instead she had spent the night with those like her who had opted for a party down at one of the warehouses. It had been a good time with to much to drink and drugs for those who wished them but this time Kyo had declined, she had to work at the early hours to keep a few men in their place. It was easy to underestimate the woman but it was also a deadly mistake the people didn't often repeat. Making her way toward a Starbucks she dropped down into a booth holding a hand out to take her drink she always got when she was in and put her feet up. It was nice having an arrangement with the owner. Flipping open her cell phone she checked the time and flipped through the text messages looking at the code in a glance understanding it in seconds. Some had grown lazy while others had started to meddle where they weren't wanted and it was raising alarms among her 'family.' As she took a long drink and let out a sigh, how could one be angry or upset when holding a frappachino but beneath her hood her mocha eyes darkened with sadness. It was the first year since Rasha had been killed. A best friend and the man who officially recruited her to the knew life she had loved him. He protected her taught her how to do stitches and even some basic emergency surgery if the need arose, she was the doctor. She was the one who ran out into the gun fire to get to the fallen and yet when Rasha had been shot every muscle within her had frozen until someone had pulled her away. Memories of that day were fuzzy at best only his face as he looked to her one last time never faded. Shaking her head to clear her mind she tossed the cup into the garbage and headed out. She had no destination but was drawn back toward the busy intersection where it had all started.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:51 pm
"Kyo!" A young man called after the woman as she left the Star Bucks trying to get her attention. When she didn't respond he took a few steps after her calling again, "KYO" Letting out a sigh when she once again didn't respond he realized what was happening when he noticed she didn't hear the car horn as she crossed the road. She was having problems. Following her at a distance, Dante scowled. This had gone on long enough and she needed a doctors, however all of the money ran through the boss and Kyo was their doctors. Going to someone who practiced was risky business for their type but if this kept up it would get her killed. In the middle of a gunfight when you are trying to save people you needed to be able to hear. Pulling out his cell phone he watched her from a distance before catching his appearance. With shaggy midnight blue hair and a light complexion emphasized by his black jeans and black HIM t-shirt. Running a hand through his hair he sighed again, Kyo would never forgive him for telling her secret this way. Hitting the speed dial button he called Naoko breaking his promise to Kyo. Hearing it ring Dante wondered how to tell his boss. Of course he needed to talk to her anyway about the girl. He was genuinely worried about what was happening and not just with her illness, but with her heart as well. Rasha's death had torn her apart inside even if the woman hid it well. Hearing it ring again he waited on an answer.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 5:59 pm
The massage felt good. Oh so good. A light hypnotic music was playing in the background, Noako almost fell asleep. Then, with out warning, her phone buzzed. She barely heard it. It buzzed again, and then another time. Annoyed, Naoko reached over and slid the sleek black device over and flipped it open, not bothering to see who it was.
"This better be good." she growled, settling back into her former comfotable position. She would listen to his/her complaint then hang up. Unless it was something important. But from the voice at the other end, she could tell it might take awhile. Dante, oh Dante, ever the lady killer. He was killing her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 7:40 pm
Dante chuckled, his laugh deep and rich, as Noako growled what she called a greeting into the phone. However despite his amusement there was a strained almost angry undercurrent that he often got when dealing with a topic he would have just as much wanted to avoid all together. In a carefully neutral voice of nonchalance he responded, "No not really more curiosity than actual importance." Checking the time he wished he had called her later but what was done was done. Leaning back against the wall he watched Kyo much like an over protective brother. The condition was no doubt becoming steadily worse. Only pausing his words for a mere moment he continued, "I was just wondering if we had a physician we could trust on the payroll." Taking another pause he wondered just how much he could tell her without having to tell her. Keeping secrets from Noako was on the bottom of his to do list but he had promised the girl and didn't want to break it unless completely necessary. Winking at a passing girl he gave her a once over that made her giggle but he made no effort to get involved with a chase and the girl was to shy and embarrassed to come to him on her own.
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