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[Malfis]

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[BG=black] Years ago, a legend sprouted up in the bustling cities of Japan. The rumors whispering the faint stories of two people. Two unlikely people who were danger themselves. A man by the name of Loki and a woman by the name of Ama. Their past unknown, their lives unknown. But all that remained of their living tale was their dark red relationship. And this was how it started ...

‷ In the big city of Tokyo, a mysterious figure in the shadows has made a name for himself in this big city. That man was Loki. Loki "Knight" or as his name was rumored to be. White haired. Two different colored eyes. He has become a renown legend on the streets with every single crime he commits. From stealing. To raping. To fraud. To murder. The list goes on. No one knows much about his past besides the fact that he lost his true identity long ago and what remains of him is a cold, heartless killer. Though very people know the truth, that in fact he isn't as he seems. Under all his blood-some doings, there has been guilt and a voice. A voice that rings in his ear for reminding him. Constantly reminding him of what he did and how many lives and things he's ruined. Though he's spent years perfecting to ignore it, how long can he take it before he loses his mind? Maybe this year ... things might just turn out differently.

News have been speculated through out the city that a new agent has been given the task to capture this raving lunatic. And she was apparently one of the very best. Talented, smart and cunning, she was very good at her work. Her life's desire seemed to make the world a better place but know one else understood if she had ulterior motives. It seemed like nothing else was more important to her than completing the tasks and assignments she was given. From every criminal shes caught, every single one of them has suffered. Her ruthless reputation and cold heartiness makes her seem like an ice beauty. But whatever will happen when she faces a new opponent. One that she's never seen before. Could she capture him and tame him like all her previous victims? Did she have that power?

Their lives have become intertwined in a game of cat and mouse. A sequence of unpredictable events laying out across their time line. A trap, a bomb everywhere they went. This was the dark deadly game of death. But as many say, all's fair in love and war. ‴

A living legend who have disappeared from the country of Japan. It's been a few years and rumors have stirred up, if they were ever still around they would have been the age of 28 (Loki) and 25 (Ama). Their story being told among agents and gangs alike. Symbolic figures of change. But their lives have only just begun because they're out their somewhere. Whether they were breaking havoc or living in lust, they are together. I

You might not believe this crap I've told you, but who's to blame you? They're the definition of insanity.

Out there somewhere, they're living out their lives. Two dangerous people and a million different problems. Who knows what shit will go down?[/BG]​

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Shooting Roses, Killing Devils & Living Among the Shadows ... Let us play my friend.
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steal anything and I will kill you personally. ​

 

[Malfis]

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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A cool breeze blew the fading autumn leaves from it's fragile branches, leaving a mess on the streets for the mundane people to clean up. The sun was half past noon and an enigmatic figure had turned the corner of a turnpike with a sly smile pulling at the edge of his lips. He was tall, too tall to be native to the Japanese region. Messy streaks of brown flopped over on his head covering the rim of his eyes. Carefully selected brown contacts had been used to hide his naturally two colored eyes. A skin plaster had been used to disguise his age - erasing youth. Such detail had been included in his hands which were now thin and quite wrinkly. In one hand, he carried his suitcase and the other, placed carefully inside his pant pocket. The man himself seemed rather odd but no one took notice of his arrival. The busy skylines of Tokyo were too busy to heed any attention to a strange foreign man. He was another typical sight to the crowded streets.

By the name of Loki, he was the ever so infamous international criminal who hijacked banks and jewels, selling them for his own profit. A master of disguise, he knew how to manipulate obstacles that stood in his way. Women, men and children alike - he illuminated an impressionable charisma (much like previous world leaders in history). But he never choose to bound himself to being the savior of the world. He did as he pleased and on his own terms. He was wild and uncontrollable, he played out his life carefully like a game. His own self absorption and instincts drove him to his incredible feats. Rumored to be hideous yet beautiful, no one really knew who he was or where he was from. Eleven years he had ran onto the streets committing crimes that started his life. A prodigy, he had been offered another life - to be molded into a government tool but he was too clever. He knew that he'd be nothing more than a puppet. He learned all that these people taught him and by biding his time, he escaped. Loki had always been great at disappearing within a blink of an eye.

Today was yet another errand. He didn't know what to expect but the prizes in his briefcase was just another hoax. The items he was to deliver would be for Mr. Winthrop, an English Mafia leader. One of lesser popularity but still - powerful. Winthrop had been a rotund man without much of a brain. The foolish idiot abused his power and never thought carefully. However he wasn't careless enough to request such a simple delivery at broad daylight. There was something else - there always had to be. Though, Loki was not bothered. He enjoyed making new discoveries and feasting on the prey who sought him out.

One turn and another, he made his way to a quiet park with elderly people sitting on the rickety benches and swings that creaked back and forth - invisible children occupying the lack luster scene. Whoever had sent him had told him there would be a woman who'd come to collect the possession. He chuckled to himself as he stood near the single lamp post. Thankfully no one seemed to notice him as he peered at his watch - casually busying himself by looking up at the sky and back at the ground. He assessed the exits that surrounded the perimeter and felt the gun pressed up beneath his jacket, ready to be pulled. In his back pockets were smoke bombs and knives. Even in his shoes, he had hid other various trinkets.

He sighed, his breath radiating from his lips and smoking out. The day had been colder than he had thought but nevertheless, he wasn't bothered. With no doubt, he'd be warming up soon enough. Especially by the familiar beat of his heart and adrenaline. He listened to his watch tick and his eyes flicked around in search for the particular woman. The photo he had received had been impressive but had learned to never believe what he perceived. Everything was an illusion in itself.​

 

[Dazzle]

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The law is your only friend. Its lover, family and home.
Blood stains your skin, Dead counts raise the bar, scars decorate your skin
But its all for the law. Its for greater the good. Kill or be killed...
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She received the new assignment exactly two days ago. It wasn't a simple job that could be crunched down in eighteen hours like previous jobs. The criminal was similar to the others, with counts of rape, robbery, violence and murder. Yet this criminal was somewhat sharper, more dangerous, more critical. She felt a tremble, a rush of thrill run through her skin when she analyzed his file. She would have to kill him, it was determined almost immediately after reading the notes. It was nothing new or grand, to kill a man. She had a dead count that could outnumber any man in her field. Her reputation preceded her so much so that it even underestimated her. Yet there was no glory in taking a man's life, whether he be criminal or not. She wasn't proud of the men she killed to survive but only the skill that kept her standing. This new criminal was smarter then any other target she faced, faster, cunning, vigilant to any illusion or attack she could organize. She'd never had a case that took longer then a week to clean up, but she predicted, determined by his file, that this would be a drawn out game of cat and mouse. She didn't particularly mind, in fact she would enjoy the chase. ​

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Amaterasu Ono was hardly a woman that let others play in her field. She liked control, so much so that every detail of her work and the work that needed to be completed to enter her world was scrutinized down to every letter written. She liked to know every detail, every in and out and every person that could be vital in her assignment. She also hated to wait. So the two days wait from receiving this new criminal's file to the organized meet up with the said man was very much torture. She had to blackmail Mr. Winthrop, a less important or notable mafia leader, into organizing a petty deliver with the criminal. It was usually an easy task, the agency usually used an unimportant yakuza to make these sort of meet ups. It wasn't necessarily made to capture your target, more so to see who he was and how far the criminal was willing to go. The targets would usually decline, seeing the obvious set up, broad daylight and other factors. However it was always interesting when they actually agreed with the set up, they were willing to play the game, confident in their skills and even more so wiling to throw it in your face. ​

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The bastard, Winthrop scheduled the meeting successfully, however spent fifteen hours refusing the blackmail, until she had to send an agent down to his quarters and break his right arm. It cost her a day in return and she regretted even choosing him, she should of went with a Japanese man. ​

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The meet up was set in a public area, one of the many parks in Tokyo. Nowhere extremely crowded or bustling, and set at a time of 1:30 - 2, where children weren't overcrowded the jungle gyms and swings. Ama stepped into the park a minute past 1:30 and analyzed the park. She dressed in a black figure curving dress that hit her just above knees, trench coat and black heels. Her dark hair hung loose, breezing in and out of her face with the autumn wind. She expected him to perceive her as a woman who dressed in black slacks and button down shirts, wasn't that the usually idea of a woman officer? Proper and pristine, the appearance that yearned to impress no one but the law. ​

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She reviewed the file in her head, thinking over his "image" supplied and analyzed the faces in the park. She couldn't count on appearances when it came to deciding who this man was. He was known for his detailed disguises and she almost applauded his skill at changing his face in age, color and nationality, the man was a pro. Ama reached inside her coat and secured her guns. She didn't plan on using them today, but she doesn't know this man or his plan. She also had knives secured on her thigh if needed. She didn't have a plan on finding this man, or a clue or an image she could base him on. His face was always changing so there was no clear ideas. She only had his intent and his background. She fully expected him to find her. He had her image, so it shouldn't be too long. She settled herself on a bench near the swings and crossed her arms over her chest, eyes set directly in front of her. ​

 

[Malfis]

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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Concealed murky mud colored eyes glazed over the scene - his thoughts fading into the contents that he carried in this particular case. A twitch of his upper lip almost seemed to depict a flash of a subtle smirk. But no one really knew, Loki had mastered his facade for over a decade. As the criminal he was, he was used to brainstorming all possibilities. His overwhelming hubris had been a struggle to control but as clever as he was, he composed himself and overcame. People were disposable pawns - some seemingly more important than others. He chuckled as he thought about himself - he was the king. Everyone else was merely lower or beneath him.

Gutsy and ballsy were two small words that made up Loki. Unlike typical street hoodlums, he felt more comfort in broad daylight than under the veil of the night. He knew his enemies well, there were many too but he had faith in himself. For the longest time, he was just a criminal of the darkness. Even if anyone wanted his identity, his history was arcane even to himself. The past did not exist, he had no memories to linger on and b this immense loss - he could not find out his roots. He did not know who might have once loved. Alone in this world filled with every sin to exist. He seemed invincible by all the simple trifles in life. The fear of life and death were nothing. He had chased a life to build a legacy and he was winning at executing his conceptions.

Another sigh. Loki would have never agreed to such a deal if Winthrop hadn't offered a large wad of compensation. Though he had more money than some social elites had, he kept himself in modesty. To leave a green trail would be merely stupid.

At the corner of his perception, he spotted a new figure that dotted the view. She was the one he had been searching for. From the back he could only see her thin strands of silky hair but he took notice of her lithe figure. She dressed as any ordinary person would - perhaps to lead on the impression of being nothing more than a delivery girl. But Loki knew better, the people he worked with didn't just send anyone. The gun that was pressed up again his breast felt comforting as he made his way slowly like a panther ready to attack it's prey.

When he finally faced her, there was no doubt that she was stunning. Not the typical vanilla or celebrity - she was a girl that looked like she had a story. In her fierce eyes concealed secrets and a hidden strength. With no doubt, Loki was intrigued. It had been a long time since he met anyone that was borderline interesting. For one thing, he couldn't figure out what kind of person she was ... not until a proper conversation occurred. There were no intentions of violence one could never predict the future.

"Excuse me miss, are you the one that Winthrop has sent?" He murmured his words ever so carefully, a typical accent of a foreigner was added for dramatic effect. The less he pretended to know, the better. He was inquisitive, making sure to note any little gestures of her body.

"I have the items he requested, I only ... want the fee." Voice like honey, he smiled, knowing that the plaster would mimic the creases of an aging man in his late thirties. He reached out his wrinkly hand to shake hers, "I am Mr. Knight, but I'm sure you've heard of me." He couldn't help but feel a bit smug. He sat down besides her and casually slid the black case to her. He remained stoic and unflinching, moving in sharp precise motions.

He knew that the case was invaluable. It only contained a fraud of the drugs that Winthrop had requested. The contents were disguised to look like the original substance but it was another trick. With every second going by, Loki was learning more about his subject.
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(ooc: I got really inspired by watching the movie Lucy with Scarlett Johansson so yea :D) ​

 

[Dazzle]

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The law is your only friend. Its lover, family and home.
Blood stains your skin, Dead counts raise the bar, scars decorate your skin
But its all for the law. Its for greater the good. Kill or be killed...
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She saw him from the corner of her eye as he approached. A tall man, far taller then any Japanese man, a foreigner then. The man stopped in front of her, allowing her a full view of himself. Messy brown hair mussy from the autumn wind and easily covering his oval brown eyes, his skin was brittle and worn, speaking an age no earlier then thirty-five. He stood in front of her, allowing her to analyze him with a serenity that declared his unconcern of the matter. His causality and lack of concern tempted her anger but she swallowed the fit and allowed a charming smile to hit her lips. The perfect upturn of lips, practiced to perfection swallowed the anger but hardly clouded the steel in her eyes.

His voice was velvet when he spoke and his actions fluid and precise, every movement of his body calculated. He introduced himself, before he sat down beside her and slid the briefcase towards her. He held an air of composure, his face a perfect mask, allowing every word he spoke and every movement to fall in line to the character he's depicting. Surely this is the man she's been assigned to, she was without doubt that this was the man. From the first word he spoke to the clasp of his hand in hers, every inch was done without fault, as if every action was preassigned. He worked like a robot, reading an overused script to the same setting. So flawless in his character that it grew dull and the role he perfected seemed too immaculate to be real. She wondered if this was his real appearance, or if it was another disguise, if the skin told his real age or...------and surely those eyes were false, she heard they were two different colors----

She cleared her throat.

She picked the suitcase up, unclasped it and opened it. She barely glanced at the objects inside before shutting it and setting it beside her. The items had no value. Mr. Knight knew it as well as she. By the look in his eyes, he was far more intrigued by her then the reward he would get. It was expected. He examined her in the same way she did him. He wanted to see if she would be a challenge, an easy kill or something to pass the time.

Her grin turned ferocious as she slipped the envelope of money from her coat and slid it towards him. Surely she could supply him some fun.

"Of course, Mr. Knight. I've heard a great deal about you, But what I haven't heard is how old you are. Of course one could never know with your....particular set of skills. I wondered what you would look like and I have to say I'm impressed." Her eyes leered over his figure, watching him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "That skin of yours is well done. I almost want to believe its real." ​

 

[Malfis]

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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She wasn't like the others he had come across. Not silly nor flirtatious, rather, respectably inquisitive. She was brave to keep her identity so open to the public. He knew of her name and observed the minor details that made her quite lovely to the eye. The raven hair that looked like it silk yet dangerously cutting as well. She wasn't just anyone, that was of course expected. His eyes flickered to hers for a mere second, taking note of something hidden behind her orbs. He was calm, his heart at it's normal pace as he nonchalantly pretended to focus on the setting when he really focused on her careful actions in the corner of his eye.

He had long forgotten how it felt to be ordinary. To be uncomfortable and nervous, things that were indifferent to him. Fear and such existed but Loki had nothing to lose. For upon his death, everything he knew would go to his grave with him. Those who hunted him knew that it was best to keep him alive. But even so, foolish mental games were nothing. He had mastered that obstacle years ago when he had been forced into a blank white asylum - losing his sanity. Only his courage and careful calculations had given him another chance at life and swift escape.

He had his hands in his pockets, pretending to be cold when he reality, he was concentrating at the time. The number of seconds that were passing by. The one thing that controlled him would be the indefinite power of time.

She knew the contents were useless but he played along - pretending to be a mere lowly nothing. It was best this way, to analyze the subject to the best of abilities. He took the envelope in one fluid swoop and tucked it into his jacket pocket as he felt the familiar coldness of the cold weapon pressed on his chest. Just for emergencies of course.

"Believe what you choose to Miss but I am about as real as reality," a sly comment. He was almost like the embodiment of illusion, the walking lie that everyone fantasized. He was no god nor was he a hero. Rather, he lived a life of cowardice and sin - choosing to get into this sort of black business. "As for my age, take a guess, amuse me dear," he said with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. She had gotten far more interesting in a matter of seconds.

Loki was getting excited. ​

 

[Dazzle]

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The law is your only friend. Its lover, family and home.
Blood stains your skin, Dead counts raise the bar, scars decorate your skin
But its all for the law. Its for greater the good. Kill or be killed...
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Ama peered at the man beside her for a brief moment before turning to stare into the pile of pedestrians. She crossed her arms under her chest and straightened her shoulders, "I doubt that, Mr. Knight." She said with a curve of her lips. "Your not a real person. Barely even human." Ama watched absently, as a young girl fell off her swing, she calculated the exact moment of the fall, from the second her small fingers slipped from the chain handles to the moment she fell onto the rocks. Her face trembled, panic beginning to seize in her eyes only to become defined once her mother rushes towards her. She watched as the girl wailed and her mother comforted her with pretty whispers. Ama raised a brow before pursing her lips and turning back to the man beside her. The criminal sat causally besides her on the bench, as if they were acquaintances exchanging stories. His presence was silent and serene, allowing you to forget that he was even there. That was what put her on edge, his casualty, it opened a space of ambiguity. "Your a ghost of a man, Mr. Knight. You've committed God-like crimes, yet wander the earth free of charge. Sitting here beside me with an air of serenity, as if your untouchable. Nor human or monster but something in between." She leaned her elbow onto her near, and placed her chin in her palm, her lips curved into a smile as she stared at the man. "I find that to be so...detestable."

Ama felt the cool metal of her gun by her hip and felt almost the equivalent of a comforting hand. She could kill him now, forget the pedestrians, forget the calm of the "money exchange", forget his very accomplished record. She could slip her fingers into her coat and have fifty-five percent chance of target, whether it be his arm she hits or his leg maybe if luck was on her side she may even get his chest. But is it worth it? He could easily have the same advantage on her. In fact he'd have even more of an advantage, he could take a hostage, kill 5 to 10 of the children in the park without a blink of the eye. He wouldn't lose sleep over it. But she would. It wasn't worth it. She knew it well but the thought...it was so sweet. So persuadable to her logistics that rationalizing the idea was worth it.

She dropped her gaze and let out a sigh. "As for your age, now that I think about it, its a bit irrelevant, no?" She stood up then and dusted off the end of her coat. "You are skilled in the art of disguise. I'll admit to you that. I"ll also admit that I hate being wrong so I'd rather not say." She leaned down and picked up the briefcase before straightening and curling a dark lock behind her ear. Her lips curved into a hard smile and her eyes rested on the criminal. "After all, all I have to do is bring them your head." She pulled her hand out of her pocket and held it out to him, "I look forward to our game, Mr. Knight." ​

 

[Malfis]

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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"What makes us human miss?" he tilted his head, his eyes targeted onto her face waiting for any subtle changes. Though he had blood coursing through his veins and a beating heart, perhaps it was his mentality that made him seem other wordly. In the crime world though, he had adapted to be a walking weapon, knowing before others did - being the one in control. His grasp on realities every troubles and challenges could never escape his grasps. His ears picked up the crisp enunciation of each syllable that parted from her pretty lips, his face stoic of reaction. He had heard it all before but the choice of detestable was rather intriguing. He had been hated before - with utter anger and rage. Others praised him with false admiration but here was a woman sitting besides him - telling him in a rather straightforward fashion that she didn't buy any of his bullshit. She surely struck his interest now.

The glint in her eye was oh so familiar - one where back in the day - teenager Loki would have done the same. She was weighing her options, her pros and cons. If she were to act upon him in combat but sacrifice those that were around. Loki had let go of that tether, he had no one else to save but himself. It was indeed a very selfish mindset but it was one that kept him up on his throne of power. He had it all in the palm of his hand, the embodiment of fear perhaps to some. Though really all of it was perspective. He could already sense her vulnerabilities - the qualities that made her human and sane. He couldn't say the same about himself. Not ever since he had woken up like a new born child with nothing in his past. No recollections or tender memories. Thrown into the cold world, he was left to fend for himself. And this was the outcome of such an experiment.

He suppressed a chuckle, this disguise was nothing. Rather, appearing as he was seemed to alarm others more. Perhaps it was the realness of what he looked like that startled people - they expected an all mighty God. But not even Loki could be that. He reached out his own hand, thick gloves covering his fingers as he shook hers. A small curve of his lips tugged at one side of his cheek revealing a rather satanic looking smirk. He was certainly excited now, "I encourage you to try, really - it would be fun." His voice dripped with sick eagerness. "I accept your challenge, the game has just begun ... it should be worthwhile to see how you turn out among the rest of my opponents." Even Loki didn't know it then but ... maybe they weren't made to be adversaries as they assumed each other to be.

"I shall see you soon." He remarked before getting up. He didn't need to say more, tomorrow night there would be a party hosted by Winthrop and without a doubt he'd be showing off his vast riches. With that last line, he seemed to vanish in a blink of an eye, his figure evaporated into the afternoon light as if he was a ghost.

(occ: feel free to time skip c:) ​