Hakai had returned to the infamous Crimson Quarter, assigned by the Syndicate to resolve a matter with one of their intricate networks. Seated before him, behind a table, was the imposing figure of Big Bro Akabo, a veteran enforcer for one of the most prominent criminal elements in Hosenka. Akabo had a certain aura, a presence that commanded respect, but Hakai, with his own steely demeanor, was unafraid. He believed he could hold his ground if matters escalated, but he also knew the importance of respect in their line of work. A fight could be avoided, and profit gained easily without trouble. "I'm Hakai from the Syndicate," he introduced himself, his words crisp and to the point. Akabo, clearly in a foul mood, slammed his hand on the table, his frustration apparent. "This man is like a snake," he grumbled, his eyes narrowing as he described the elusive target they were after. "Find him, bring him back alive." Akabo handed Hakai a paper with a detailed sketch of the man, including descriptions of his appearance and last known whereabouts. "Understood," Hakai replied with a nod, his commitment to the task unwavering. With that, he left Akabo's establishment, ready to embark on a new mission in search of the elusive individual who had crossed paths with the wrong people in the criminal underworld of Crimson Quarter. 225/500 Words |
Empty Pockets, Black Eyes [Hakai]
Sun Oct 29, 2023 7:54 am
Tue Oct 31, 2023 12:52 am
After the meeting with Big Bro Akabo, Hakai was determined to expedite the completion of the request. He had no desire to linger in Crimson Quarter any longer than necessary, nor did he wish to delve too deeply into the affairs of those who frequented this district. His focus shifted solely to the task at hand as he scoured every nook and cranny of this seedy territory, moving from one den of criminal activity to the next, including gambling establishments and other places where people sought various forms of illicit pleasure. Approaching a particular bustling gambling den, Hakai engaged a man with a tattooed arm in conversation, inquiring about the individual he was seeking. The man's response indicated that he had indeed seen the target before, though not recently. Hakai, not wanting to draw undue attention or prolong his involvement, nodded and was about to leave when he spotted the figure he was looking for in an alley adjacent to the gambling den. The man, oblivious to Hakai's presence, suddenly became aware of someone approaching. This individual, named Tom, initially brushed off Hakai's presence, unaware of any connection between them. But as Hakai closed the distance, Tom sensed an unexpected threat and swiftly dashed away, evading Hakai's grasp. Hakai gritted his teeth in frustration, realizing that despite Tom's bulk, he was surprisingly agile and fast. Despite his formidable strength, Hakai found himself outpaced by Tom, and the prospect of Tom escaping loomed. Yet, Hakai's confidence in his abilities and the powers he possessed fueled his determination. He took a deep breath, crouched low, and a magic circle materialized beneath his feet. In an instant, he burst forward like a gust of wind, enhancing his speed through the use of his spells. Now, even though Tom had the initial advantage, Hakai had closed the gap considerably. With his fingers nearly brushing Tom's collar, Hakai acted with fury and determination, executing a full sweeping kick toward Tom's moving legs. Hakai's sheer strength sent Tom tumbling to the ground, and he skidded along the pavement. "Stop running!" Hakai demanded, his dragon-like ferocity evident as adrenaline surged through him. "F-fo-forgive me! I-I wi-will pay you to let me go! 200,000 Jewels!" Tom, in a moment of desperation, pleaded for forgiveness, but Hakai paid no heed. He forcefully dragged Tom back to Big Bro Akabo. Upon reaching Big Bro Akabo, the enforcer greeted them with a sinister grin. "Hmm, who've you got there?" Hakai, unceremoniously, hurled Tom to the ground at Akabo's feet. "All yours. My money," Hakai declared, his demeanor steely. With a sly smile that matched his devilish demeanor, Akabo tossed a bag filled with the agreed-upon rewards to Hakai. The business had concluded smoothly, but the anger that had ignited in Hakai from almost losing to an ordinary fugitive was something he would not soon forget. -- EXIT -- 687/500 Words
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