Bringing down the House [Su Farong]

[Black Waltz]

"Well well now, what do we have here? A shrimp? What is this rubbish you've put in front of my door? Take him out of here, I have no business with this cretin."

4th Darkening of Kalendryas

The sound of slamming doors echoed through the streets of the Kirin district, reverberating ever so loudly as if an earthquake shook hands with a sonic boom. The ever-looming darkness of night crept softly upon the people of Zinn'Sunn, introducing a dark impulse of fear into their hearts. It would only be a few minutes until the sun completely dimmed out into nothingness.

A helpless young man crawled from a doorstep onto the sidewalk of a relatively small street in the Kirin district, bloodied and battered, nearly beaten to death. He groaned violently as he wailed in pain. In one of his hands, a package of recently smuggled goods with an address number on it. He clenched it tightly as he roared aloud, "Damn you Ianoas! Damn all of you bastards! Why must I have been the one to the job! Can't you see that my life has been thrown away, and at the cost of what! A bag of smuggled goods! Agghhh!!! And then suddenly from out of the darkness came another voice, "Will you shut up already! I'm trying to get some sleep here!" Another door slammed shut violently as the battered man attempted to get up.

"Fiends...Drug trade...what a joke! What a freaking joke!" The man then laughed manically as he pranced around playfully. "Hey, look at me! I'm a mob leader! Woohoo, I have the right to do whatever I want! Yeah, let's go ruin some innocent guy's life huh! Sounds like fun! I DEFINITELY WANT TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!!" Amidst the clamor, the man monotonously fell down on to the ground, laying passively as if he had been knocked into a concussion. The bag that was previously in his hands lay out on the streets next to him, just waiting to be stolen.

[Su Farong]

More than rubbish dwelled in the street this darkening. Su Farong was stalking the Kirin District, looking for scores, angles and possibilities. He had heard of safe houses and the triads operating out here with clan permission. Su Farong was a hunter and he considered most everything outside the Kit his fair game. If he hit a drug den in the respectable part of time? Who would try to protect something that embarrassing? Not in public. They'd have to bring justice the old school way, the Su Farong way.

But right now Su Farong was getting bored. A whole darkening not revealing much, a total wash. Until the 4th chime someone had made a mortal mistake, they drew attention to themselves.

What was this guy's problem? Su thought. Take your beating like a man not like some whiny elf!

Su's eyes spied the pouch and smile widened across his face. Jackpot.

The fool was passed out and dropped what could be loot. Su Farong sprang and ran over to where the man lay. He scooped up the package and observed the man. He looked over him and tried to get any sort of clues of who this guy was. But Su Farong would not dally.

Su Farong fled into the alleys and looked for a quiet place to examine what he just picked up.

[Black Waltz]

Important Note, please read before postingPlease note that my posts are going to be fairly small for a reason. At this point, I will be only giving you guidelines in which you are to RP according to the information I present to you. I'm doing this to make the RP develop more straight-forward in which every post brings us further into the plot.

The address on the bag read the following: 34th House on Phoenix District.

Inside the bag were two specific things, a stash full of a toxic substance capable of being sold at nearly 30 crowns per gram. This toxic substance was known as kash, a play on the word "cash" due to its expensive price tag. Any thug on the streets would have probably known about its identity and so would Farong. The other item was a black ornament of sorts. It had the shape of a bell, except about the size of a palm and embezzled with gold engravings and precious stones. Its price-tag, although unknown, would certainly be hefty.

[Su Farong]

Su Farong stared at the pouch of dope for a good long time. He looked at the score not as a prize but as seed money to his underground empire. Wrong Way Farong murmured to himself for a good long while as he walked down the alleyway.

On one hand he could cash in, take the money roll on. No problems there. It was a thing he had done many times before.

However this city needed order, needed an iron hand to regulate the drug and underworld trade. Too long ineffective pompus mob bosses have been sullying the good name of criminal enterprise. There was only one man to save crime from itself. That man was Su Farong.

First things first was he needed a proper posse. A group of roughnecks. The only thing he could think of going back to the Kitsume District, his home grounds. It was time to make his move.

He knew what he was looking for. He had grown up in the Kit and knew most everybody there. A small street gang of in between 10-20 teen street urchins, hungry for money and opportunity. Fearless and brutal would be preferred, greedy- just as good for Su's needs.

He hid the stash in his trusty hiding spot- in the floorboards of an abandoned house near the Kite Shop. He brought only enough of the kash to bring as a little taste. He walked fast armed with his dagger, and a deadly glare.

Once he got near to the gang he'd demand to parlay with the gang chief.

oochey, don't worry about the length, getting along with the plot is totally my style. I left the particulars about the gang vague for you to play with, but I figure Su would know of at least one gang to try to hit up

[Black Waltz]

Surely enough, the gang members situated in the small corner in the Kitsune district were definitely a party of troublemakers. Out of the fifteen men who rambled incessantly to each other, only a few of them looked wise or strong enough to play the part of a gang-member. The man on the most right-side, known only as T.T, and the man on the most left-side, Grantz, seemed eligible for a relatively high-ranking position on the streets. The rest; well, they were certainly a few cans short of a six-pack.

As Su would attempt to get his way with the leader of the pack, an annoying surge of noise would have exited their mouths. "Ah, you chump. Who do you think you are Su to demand such things?" one insisted. Another continued, "Boss ain't here now." Throughout the whole time, both T.T and Grantz remained particularly silent, looking away from the crowd and Su.

[Su Farong]

Street Gangs were like animal packs, the rules they abide by were ones based on strength and domination not civility. Su Farong knew these types well, grew up with these types, was this type. The slender Kemite man smiled with a crooked grin and stepped up to the man who spoke to him.

"Who am I? Who are you?" He snarled. "You think you can outfox the old wolf? Ha! I think not!" He stalked up and down the line of gang members unafraid and looked each one in the eyes.

"Now check it, I come here as a proper bidnessman. I'm here to parlay with you fools 'cause I got a opportunity for us both to add a bit of clink to our step. I'm talking crowns fool." He looked at both T.T. and Grantz. "And if I was a smart man I'd listen up."

Su Farong tossed his sample bit of Kash back to the gang member that talked first.

"Kash. You know it, you love it. That stuff's pure. We can make a boatload off it. Sells at 30 on the street, and I have a supply of it. I'll let you work my package for an introductory price of 15. You ain't going to find a better deal than that gentlemen. That's 15 a gram going into your pocket there. And if you gentlemen do a good job, I'm going to continue to hook you up. Word is bond." Su Farong took a step back.

"Now tell me... is there anyone here that wants to parlay? Or should I take dis sweatheart of a deal to the next corner and let those fools profit off of dis?"

[Black Waltz]

The men immediately clamored amongst each other upon hearing the news. Argumentative discussions and curse words flared about like fireworks released from a line of one-thousand canons. Grantz stared at Su Farong coldly, emphasized by the pitch black eyes he adorned and by his malevolent look. T.T looked at Grantz for only a second, and then turned his head back to Farong. Grantz stepped forward, causing all the other gang members to cower in fear of slaughter. Each and every goon stepped aside for the man with no hesitation whatsoever. Grantz eventually stood directly in front of Su Farong and spoke for the first time. "You come here saying you want to parlay with us?" His voice was unbelievably fluent, as if he were a noble of sorts. "That's funny. You say you're an 'old wolf' huh? If you truly wish to direct my gang, you're going to have to take them from me."

Grantz immediately unsheathed his sword, a sterling silver master work-of-art. A longblade fit for a king. "My name is Grantz Kitane, mercenary, con-artist, and thief. Pleased to meet you." As the sweet sound of silver eminated the skies, the nearby goons stood awestrucken.

Wow, is Grantz really going to fight this guy? What happens if he loses? If he loses then we have to listen to this wanker, didn't you hear what he said? The chatter floated around swiftly, only to be silenced once the quarrel ended.

[Su Farong]

"Pretty piece of iron you have there, almost as pretty as ya talk. So nice of ya to come on down to the Kit from the clans, master..." Su Farong smiled. "But obviously yous got some issues to announce yourself like a big deal. Mercenary, con man, give me a break! If you were anything other than a no good punk like the res' of us you'd be at some fancy tea ceremony instead of fighting me over some dope. I reckon me killin' ya will be the kindest thing ever dun to ya."

There was no other choice. He had to kill this man. Law of the street, you call someone out you had to be ready to back it up. Su Farong's only reservations were about Grantz's sword and his own dagger. Su was fierce with a dagger, but the reach of the sword would be hard to overcome. Su would have to rely on lightening reflexes and wait for a killing stroke. No time to patty cake with the guy. Dude had to die- the quicker the better.

Su swung his head around and cracked his neck. He withdrew the dagger that hugged his side in its small, weathered scabbard. Su held it spritely in his right hand and gave it a couple practice jabs.

"Don' matter to me wha' yo name is. Su Farong don' care about no name, he only care about the game. Fool." Su Farong got into the ready stance and fainted an attack to draw Grantz in. His plan was to fight close in and ugly to negate the reach of the sword. Su Farong tried to get Grantz to make the first strike. Su would jump just out of way of the sword before catapulting his body towards his enemy. The first move would be a small backwards and he would land on the balls of his feet. His knees would bend slightly like a spring and he'd jump forward for the kill.

His right hand would attempt to grip the man's sword arm and push it towards the ground, his left hand would jab the dagger in the man's throat. Ideally the sword's momentum would create an opening, his right hand would deflect any attempt at defense, and his blade would give him supremacy over this street gang.

[Black Waltz]

"Come down from the clans? I was born here fool!" The man roared, as loud as any Lionoid or Tigron could have possibly uttered. He twisted his blade, aligning it with the moon above him. "You, who fights with such a small blade, couldn't possibly best ME in combat. You are far too naiive with a blade to even contend." The man was obviously boastful of himself, probably one of the traits that allowed him to command the entire group of cronies. He pulled his sword, pointing it directly at Su Farong who stood a considerable amount of feet from him. Then, as if he were launching an arrow on a ballista, Grantz threw his longsword directly at Su Farong, with a velocity so high causing the air to vibrate and make a silent, whispering noise. As Su Farong would have jumped backwards, he would have needed to find a nearly instantaneous way to either block or dodge the sword which would have been only a couple of inches away from him.

Only a split-second would have allowed Farong to react to this startling, yet risky move. If Su were to still be alive, Grantz would have immediately taken out a shortsword from his left boot, a common trick used by mercenaries. "Perhaps if you cared you would have understood what you're dealing with here." he muttered, getting ready for Su's counter.

[Su Farong]

"You snake!" Su Farong shouted. Su Farong was momentarily surprised by the sudden throw by the Grantz fellow. As he jumped backwards he wrenched and twisted his back to take him out of the way of the blade. Not the most elegant move, he probably looked like a falling cat, but he hoped effective.

"H...o...l...y...%....$....#...@!" He cursed in slow motion as he watched the big, sharp sword passed inches from his very handsome (in his opinion) face.

Su Farong lost his balance for a second and fell to the ground. He scrambled to his feet and held out his dagger in front of him and jabbed it into the air.

"Dat's 'bout da last thing you'll ever say buddy boy.." Su grinned murderously. "If ya cared fo' your life you woulda taken da deal."

Su attacked, his strong legs shortening the distance between them with a couple quick bounds. Nine feet from his target he fainted right, six feet he fainted left and when he got within three feet he'd try to kick the man right in the crotch. Hopefully he wouldn't be wearing a cup! With his dagger hand he'd slash the man's short sword wielding hand and try to disarm the man. If that happened Su'd kick the sword away and prepare himself for the killing blow. If it didn't go as planned, he'd try like hell to think of a plan C.

[Black Waltz]

Grantz, surprised at the fact that his bold move had only just barely managed to set Farong off balance, held his sword with an iron grip. Due to his previous attack and the resulting outcome, Grantz would have already been well prepared to lock on to the grunt as he skidded left and right. In the mere instant Farong closed the distance to three feet, Grantz experienced a belligerent pain. He held his crotch, hoping that all his genitals still remained intact. "Argh...you're the snake." He then twisted his shortsword around, hoping to slice Farong's head off, but the split second he swung, he would have found his hand sliced off instead. "Ahhh!!" He screamed in agony. His remaining hand closed into a particularly strong fist, but it was all too late. Grantz felt his blood pouring far too quickly. He slowly backed down and fell on his back. He groaned as his eyes looked directly into Farong's own, squinting slightly as Farong readied himself to deal the finishing blow. At once, the cheap dagger of Su 'wrong way' Farong would have pierced Grantz directly into his heart. Grantz then slowly chuckled. "A warrior always keeps his ace in the hole for last." In an instant, a surging pulse of electricity emanated out of Grantz' remaning hand. He positioned it directly at Farong, who would have been just a few inches away from Grantz at this point. However, to Grantz' dismay, his hand slowly fell to the ground. "****! I will not let you leave here without experiencing pain!" As his hand died out, the electric pulse shot directly into Farong's left leg, piercing it directly where the shin bone ended. Farong would find it substantially harder to walk now. But hey, now the gang was his to control. The cronies watched in amazement as their previous leader died. They all looked up at Farong, waiting for their first orders.

[Su Farong]

"ARRGH!" Su gritted his teeth as pain shot through his leg. Su angrily limped up close to Grantz and slapped the dying man's face.

"You ain't dun til' I say yo' dun!" Su Farong snarled and took his dagger and slit the man's throat. "Now we square, fool." Personal issues settled it was now time to open business.

"Fellas." He addressed the gang. "I'm not here to shed no more blood. What is dun had to be dun but you all rest assured dat if you stick wit' me I got your back if you got mine. And if you don' got my back." Su Farong pointed down to the dead gang leader. "Dat's whatcha goin' get.

"I, Su Farong, having bested Grantz in combat due take over his place as head of dis gang. As such I claim his sword and his possessions as mine." Su Farong limped back and picked up the longsword and wondered to himself how much it must cost. Probably a pretty copper. He then went back to Grantz's body and searched the man's clothes for anything he could find- money, keys to houses, anything. He would keep it all. He looked over his sad sack of street hooligans. Were empires built on such shaky foundations? Well, he hoped so.

"First, get dis cleaned up. Dump da body." He instructed the men. "And den get back here and get ready to work the package aight?"

The only one that looked worth his weight in salt was the man Grantz nodded to, T.T.

"You, come here." Su directed. "What's your name?" He asked T.T.

[Fenrir Black]

ooc: Sorry about that, I was in my PC's account.

[Black Waltz]

"I be T.T bruh. Now you be my mastah." He spoke in what seemed to be somewhat of a gypsy tone, although he seemed to be an average Kemite man. Perhaps he was of some of Gypsy descent. No matter. The various goons heaved Grantz's dead carcass into a nearby garbage dump, making sure to stuff him all the way down at the bottom. They returned to Su Farong, eagerly awaiting their package.

T.T then spoke once more, "Since you tha leadah ob thah gang, yuh nid ah title, ah coodneem. Samtin da represen ahs heeah."

[Su Farong]

"Call me 'da chief'." Su Farong said with a smile. "Because dat's what I am. T.T.- you'll be my second, ya feel me?" Su looked to T.T. with a hard look. "Don' make me regret dis, 'cause you know what I'm all about." Su gestured to his hip where his dagger rested.

"T.T., I'm gonna jet and get da package for da boyz to work. Pick the five toughest arms around and get suited up, I gots an address here dat we're gonna roll. We's going to make ourselves some crowns, dig?" Su patted his shirt pocket where he kept the address that was written on the package. "'Dis is just the start of something big, you feeling me. If you know of any free agents out there looking for work and can kick some ass bring them to me, we're gonna need some muscle if we're gonna start flexing. Put out da word- we're the Sun Yat Sen, an' we're gonna take ov'r da Kit. Got it?" Su Farong smiled as he baptized his newly won gang. He needed a #2 to assist him in the day to day runnings of the gang, he only hoped T.T. was up to the job.

Su Farong took off to where he hid the Kash and dug up the stash. He carefully counted how much of the narcotic was in there so he he could keep his new crew honest. Satisfied with his count he ran back to where the gang stood waiting. He took half of the stash and equally divided up amongst his gang as he began to explain the rules.

"I know how much I'm giving you so don' think about stealing from me. At the end of the darkening we're all going to do a count of how much is left and how much crowns you guys got. Sell dis at 30 a gram, each of you'll keep 10 for yourself. Da rest goes to me. Savvy? Now go make some crowns!" Su Farong instructed his hoppers. He looked around and waited for T.T. and the goon squad to arrive for the other part of the darkening's business.