The Nihonto Khan (Destroyed Location)

History

With the fall of the Japanese Empire at the end of the second World War, it would be several years before the country slowly witnessed its government shift towards a more democratic dichotomy. Opening up the once stagnant strangle hold centuries of institutional prejudices had inherently cultivated. And by the late 1960's, brought back from the brink through radical reconstruction, Japanese culture had allowed many Western influences to not only be recognized, but adopted and ingrained into the fabric of the social landscape.

It was in this unprecedentedly diverse climate that the San'vuns opened the 'Nihonto Khan.' A then, well kept secret in the underground Mizu-shōbai (water-trade) business/night club scene. Possibly one of the fist of its kind. During this era the Nihonto Khan was branded and operated as a posh Cabaret providing illicit and highly illegal forms of entertainment for an exclusive plenitude of aristocratic socialites, politicians, and western business capitalists.

It was also known throughout the mutant underground as a safe-haven for the growing heterogeneous collection of rapidly emerging carriers of the misunderstood X-gene. Perhaps marking the Nihonto Khan as one of the first establishments to not only recognize, but welcome the idea of an expanding World of evolutionary greatness. Nurturing an unprecedented ground for neutral networking within its disarming atmosphere of sex, drugs, spirits and music.

Modern Rise

From the success of its unprecedented beginnings, and the San'Vun family's long but somewhat unimpressive standing within the Japanse Yakuza, the Voice Unheard was eventually able to reign over the Khan's integration of entertainment and capitalistic advancement. Stoically reflective of the ever growing social trends inherent to the generation of the times.

Selectively parlaying the benefits of his monetary metamorphosis into a plethora of unique criminal enterprises well ahead of his time. Transforming the Nihonto Khan into one of Tokyo's highlighted cultural trademarks. But always cognitive and true to its dogmatic neutrality as a premiere and reputable refuge of prominence for elite socialites. Mutant and human alike. Never openly discriminating against either species. Money is never prejudiced.

Now, this elevated skyline retreat offers elegant indoor and outdoor spaces complemented with embellished pleasure rooms, sky rooms, full baths, and powder rooms. No expenses were spared utilizing the best of materials and systems while maintaining the elegance of old world detail and traditions. Coupled with new age architectural nuances. Serving a duel purpose as both Club, and clandestine headquartered establishment of the Hyper-Sapiens. The San'Vuns. And the Yakuza. Firmly cemented in the fashionable lore of syndicated underground as well as Tokyo herself.

Ingrained in the breathtaking realm of high rise luxury apartments and 5th avenue style money in concert with some of the World's most recognizable symbols of pleasurable distraction. Undertaking generational changes in a multitude of areas and continuing to grow along with the infamous city.

A branded achievement of excellence, the Khan is internationally celebrated and unwavering in its provisions for exclusive clientele. Nothing less then the most advanced forms of luxurious amenities and lifestyles of the famous and ridiculously wealthy. Not only setting itself apart, but literally above, the competition. Thanks in no small part to its unrivaled atmosphere of exclusive aristocracy. Symbiotically sharing a secret association with the shadows of Tokyo's notorious underbelly, the wealthy establishment has continued to enjoy its extensive sub-species notoriety. Maturing into a sophisticated intelligentsia of its own grass-roots cultivation.

Aesthetics & Decor

Private elevator landings lead to a grand 45 foot long entrance gallery surrounded by glamorous framed windows, with a domed ceiling above a sweeping series of spiraled staircases. All of the major rooms fluently flow off each floors main lobby as well as the first of 10,000 powder rooms. All south facing living rooms open to city views dramatically tiring together the steampunk antique mantles. Formal dining rooms retain original coffer ceilings and wall of windows, as well as custom wine cellars. Its methodically collected literary workings bring together a handsome library with river views and maintains its original wood paneling, pegged wood floors, fireplace mantel and plaster ceiling - all meticulously decorated premiering its authentic splendor. Its state of the art gourmet chef's kitchenette, supplied with one of a kind appliances including double ovens, sinks, refrigerators, and dishwashers, insure the hosting of guests will be a true experience. As for a more stoic touch of personalized quarters, the corner master bedrooms & suites face south as well as east with open city and river views. Furnished with traditional cherry blossom paneled dressing room tables, extensive walk-in closets and custom built-ins, as well as a host of intricately placed vanity mirrors. Flowing off each master suite, birched tiled bathrooms beautifully finished with marble and onyx decorum lead into old fashion studies, offering complete open city views of unparalleled visual perfection. There are additional oversized bedrooms, all with en-suite renovated bathrooms, exclusive views, and embellished closets, for the unexpected gala or two. Magnificent marble spiraled staircases sweep into an upper gallery with unlimited windows and the original domed ceiling. Authenticated portraits of the family lineage line the walls of the curved dome. Vacationed off the gallery are spectacularly sculpted sky rooms which are wrapped in sun-flooded rooms with contemporary wood burning fireplaces. Further aristocratic appreciation of glamorous antiquity is effortlessly featured with French mantels and hand painted tiles that culturally make up the foundation of the remaining powder rooms. Over-indulgent Romanian doors open onto a landscaped wrap terrace engineered by SilviaCho Studios. Ideal for alfresco dining, sunbathing, relaxing and looking at the gorgeously centered features of the city. Complete with a unique self-integrated security system boasting a plethora of imaginative protocols and indexed integration. Yet nothing beyond the scope of current social accessibility, as the Hyper-Sapiens themselves are the primary source of control and pacification in the Khan.

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Very nice. ^_^

Fancy.

@emperor_von_doom: @paragonxxx:

(thank U)

You've been a very busy man. I'd say it was impressive, but

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Damn you EA! Jokes. I actually laughed, but this is great. Between this and the Yakuza stuff, you've constructed quite the playground.

@walter_hughes: Totally inspired by WH. Kinda digging the resurgence of the 'suit an tie' characters.

This is dope.

I should have kept that casino thread idk what I was thinking.

@animus_: Do you still got the draft on a word doc? Or make another one. That'd be dope too.

@yazhun_sanvun: I hate to sound like I'm feeling myself too much, but I kinda am too. Almost feeling inspired enough to double up.

@yazhun_sanvun: I'll give it another shot.

@walter_hughes: Like making another alt? HA! crossed my mind too. But I think I have an alternative idea so I dont get fatigued.

@animus_: I wouldn't dream of making another alt right now! I've already got one whose bio I'm putting off, and updates for the one I've been most using recently.

But with the resurfacing of Iron Phantom, and related matters, I'm tempted to play with Anastasia. But I'd have to clean her up a bit first, which helps me not.

@yazhun_sanvun:

LOL

@blue_ghost: (gonna time jump a couple days and move your character to the Khan. If you'd rather I didnt just let me know)

"Welcome to the Khan Ms. Durant. So glad you decided to come." The Trificat greeted the respected singer with a bow, before escorting their guest deeper into the establishment past the sea of socialites and designer dressed syndicate members. Past the innovative Neo Geisha's and neon allurement of the main floor. Past the scantily clad enticements working their black card carrying 'marks' for everything they had.

"Ms. Durant, you wouldnt happen to speak sign language would you?" An inadvertent question to say the least. However the group continued on without hesitation. Leading a small convey of various assistants, as well as Ms. Grant, upstairs to the Khan's main office where the Voice Unheard stood with stoic anticipation. *Greetings* he signed. An honor reserved for very few, as he hardly ever conveyed his own intentions or opened up a direct line of communication. The undercover spy must have made some impression indeed in order for the San'Vun Shadoking to premiere such a level of mutual respect. Her elite level concealment fooling them all.

Motioning towards the modern era mini-bar in the order, Yazhun offered his guest a drink. *I asked you to come in hopes you would come and work for me* once again using his hands to articulate his conversation. Straightening his tie before casually retreating behind his desk to take a seat. The Trifecta waved Ms. Durant towards the leather sofa for a more relaxed and disarming sense of social energy. Feng Shui

@yazhun_sanvun: (OOC: It's fine. I'm going to update my profile, though, so that Morrigan knows Sign Language for the ease of communication. ^_^)

Before Catherine leaves, she transfers everything she's gathered on the Huntington's to Monica Waller before embarking on her new adventure. The flight to Japan spares no expense, but it's still boring...and long. The room Cat is provided with upon her arrival is huge and fancy, beautiful even. During the few days that she is here, she explores and during her exploration, she learns where she can go and where she cannot simply by asking some innocent enough questions. Catherine doesn't try to leave since everything here is provided for her. Food, bathing and even TV. She has a feeling she isn't allowed to leave even if she tried. But, if she really wanted to, there's nothing that could be done if she desired it. But, that would blow her cover, so she stays. If Cat can take a tour, then she does so and takes in the sights of this wondrous place. She has been to some beautiful places in her time, and in her long life, but few places match up to this. The food here is excellent and it seems they spare no expense. During the tour, she memorizes every hallway, room and floor she visits so she knows where she's been and where it is. Any maps she comes across, if any, she also takes the time to memorize them.

It's a few days later when Cat finally sees those triplets again. Looks like she's going to finally be told why she is here, so she bows in return and says, "Your welcome, it's my pleasure to be here. This is truly a magnificent place." She says pleasantly and follows the triplets when they begin to escort her.

Then the question of sign language pops up, "I do, actually." Thankfully, she had picked up the skill some years prior but she doesn't mention how, when or even why. And then she sees him, that man who looks like a negative image. Then she sees him communicate through sign language and she smiles, hiding how nervous she is, she responds with a polite, "Hello."

Cat accepts the offer of a drink. She orders a beer since it's low on alcohol content. She has a seat when the man offers her a place on the sofa and she is surprised by his offer to work for him. In her identity as Catherine Durant, she is an entertainer, a singer primarily but she can dance too. She isn't all that famous, but she is a rising star who has singed a few songs here and there, mostly in small establishments. A little self defense added in for the would be mugger or rapist, but little else. Which is all included in any background checks on her, if any were to be made. She has no criminal record as Catherine Durant.

Catherine gets over her surprise quickly however. Working for him will complicate things, but does she dare refuse? She remembers the invitation to come here and the 'implied' threat...if it was one. But this could be beneficial as well. Her mission is not to deceive this man or infiltrate his group. But, apparently plans have changed. She replies back, "I am surprised. I am not that well known as a singer."But she must have made some impression. Perhaps he heard her voice while he was outside the bar when she sang. He did come in right after she stopped.

"I am both honored and humbled you want me to work for you." She adds with a beautiful smile, "But before I give my answer, may I ask why you want me to work for you? You are obviously a man who is rich and powerful. So...why me out of all the possible singers out there?"

@blue_ghost: (cool. but she doesnt have to *sign herself. up to you. just he isnt deaf :P she can talk, she'd just need to know signing if she intended to understand him directly. nice post too)

@yazhun_sanvun: (Okay, awesome. I'll edit so she isn't signing in return. And thank you, glad you liked it. ^_^)

@blue_ghost:

"Mr. San'Vun has an eye for spotting untapped talent. There's value in finding that particular rarity, an unknown diamond in the rough. Or rather a star in the making. You're going to love Tokyo. But more importantly, Tokyo is going to love you back." the Trifecta explained with social smiles.

@yazhun_sanvun:

Catherine looks at the three identical triplets, then to San'Vun. Even though Catherine's real identity as Morrigan has lived a long life, she's never really lived in another country before. She's visited nearly every country on Earth at least once, but only on business. So, the only country she's lived in has been the United States. So, living in Tokyo, Japan will be a new experience, especially since Catherine feels like she cannot say no. In her assassin days, she wouldn't have thought twice about saying no and accepting whatever consequences resulted from that. But the Blaze Rider has made 'Catherine' lose a little bit of her edge. She isn't as fearless as she used to be.

Catherine smiles in return at the triplets and then to Mr. San'Vun, "I accept your gracious offer and I look forward to entertaining you and the people of Japan. Thank you for this opportunity."

Although Catherine knows 11 languages, Japanese, and it's variants, are not known to her. But she can pick up a new language easily thanks to her near perfect memory. She makes a mental note to learn everything she can about the languages spoken here. For now, she'll settle on English since that is her preferred language of course.

@blue_ghost:

"Oh excellent. We're thrilled you decided to stay." The Trifecta harmoniously chimed. Tossing a look towards the Voice Unheard for his silent reaffirmation on the matter. He stepped forward and attempted to take the singer's hand into his own. If successful, if allowed, he would quietly palm a metallic object into her own hand.

A token to be universally shown throughout Tokyo, signifying her importance and protection under the umbrella of the San'Vun branch of the Yakuza. As well as to be used for the acquisition of anything she may desire while sight seeing around the neon city.

Straightening his tie with a Cheshire Cat grin, Yazhun stylishly strode out of the room and back to the festivities of the club's main floor. Leaving the Trifecta to see the singer was comfortably situated. "Anything you may need. Anything at all. You need simply ask." they smiled, and bowed.

@yazhun_sanvun:

He would be successful in taking Cat's hand and that smile he gives her chills her to the bone, Curse you, Blaze Rider. She thinks to herself. In the past, she wouldn't let herself be intimidated like that. For years, she used to intimidate others and sometimes by the mere mention of her name. Now, Cat is knowing what it feels like on the other side of things and she doesn't like it.

Curious, Cat looks down at the metal object in her hand and she has no idea what it means. It would not be until later that Monica Waller would inform her about the 'coin's' significance but, for the moment, Cat is in ignorance.

Cat looks up when the triplets speak again, then Cat smiles, "In that case, I think I'm going to need a better wardrobe. I don't think the one I have is sufficient, not for this kind of job. So, ladies, I'm going to take you up on your kind offer. Yes, I do need something. I need to go shopping and since you know who has the best clothes, I would very much appreciate it if you three can help a girl out. You know who to pick and you know the best kind of clothing, something the audience would appreciate, as well as your boss."

Then Cat again looks at the object in her hand, "I'll also need a schedule. I'll need to know when I am wanted on stage, where and when. Oh...and since I have an important job now, do I get a body guard?"

@blue_ghost:

Smoothly a nondescript folder was passed to Cat. Its contents consisted of a versatile array of social itinerary, including the latest digital devices such as a labtop and phone. "We also have a tailor on staff. 24 hrs anything you need, she's already been summoned to come and take your measurements." the Trifecta accommodatingly answered. "A body guard?" they amusingly grinned "Why Ms. Cat, what kind of mischief are you planning on getting into?" Rhetorically joking, they briefly jested before nodding.

"But yes. We can assign you a personal protective detail. Did you have a preference? Mutant or Meta? Man, or woman?" they inquired. Detailed and precise, they would be sure to cover all of the singer's immediate needs and requests. "We have a rather unique individual who handles security, but he can be a bit...unrefined. But I assure you, he is good at what he does. They will both be arriving shortly."

@yazhun_sanvun: (Am I NPCing this tailor/body guard or are they are your characters? What's the deal here? ^_^)

@paragonxxx: (Nope they're actual accounts I have, just cant link so I didnt bother going in-depth.)

@yazhun_sanvun: (Good thing I asked. I didn't want to step on your toes just in case. NOW I can post. Which will be sometime today or tomorrow. ^_^)

(its all good I would have ran with it regardless. I usually dont mind when people move my characters or take control so the story can move. but good lookin out)

@yazhun_sanvun: (Ahhh, I didn't know that. That is good to know, thank you. ^_^)

@yazhun_sanvun:

Cat giggles when the triplets show a sense of humor before answering them. "The only preference I have is that they keep their hands to themselves. I won't tolerate any of them grabbing my butt or touching me in an inappropriate manner. If either of them do, you three will hear about it first so you can tell Mr. San'Vun."

Then at the assurance that this security guy is good at what he does, Cat smiles, "Excellent, I look forward to meeting them."

A brown man in a vanta black suit and a silver watch. Simon Lawrence, or Sii-La to everyone else. The name was from the Kumicho himself, when Ceasar was just a young air force recruit that kicked the wrong asses at a bar one night. The kumicho told Ceasar that he would have to pay off the debt of his men who could no longer work, by doing their jobs for him. That day Ceasar and the Inagawa Kumicho made the decision to turn him into a walking mob.

Accounting skills that's outfoxed the most diligent tax auditors.

Hand to hand techniques reserved for the Yakuza, rumored to have been handed down by the Ninja.

Gunplay skills of a typical American.

The ruthless right hand that could execute an executive order as well as a rival.

Now he's walking into a sometimes ally family's den, filled with casually drunk and joking leaders of Japanese society that can strangle the country with enough focus-- and often do. Sii drips past all of them and heads for the bar. He takes a seat at an open stall and asks for a napkin and a pen.

(give me a bit and I'll have some'n right back)

@sii-la:

With her back distractedly turned, stylishly twirling a full bottle of Shochu before pouring a consecutive line of would be shots, the hostess loudly blurted out; "Yeah jus'a minute." It was only after she wheeled around to see the black tailored suit of the Sii-La that her demeanor submissively staggered. "I...forgive me I didnt know it was you." Without hesitation her fingers grabbed and passed the requested items. Her uniquely decorated fingernails momentarily coming into view beneath the strobing neon signatures above the club. The dapperly dressed delinquents and drug muted mafisos on either side of the man subtly slid away, making sure to give him a respected birth without too much undo attention or social faults. Myth and rumor permeated off the man's designer attire like a trademarked cologne. "Can I...get you something to drink?" Pushing past her initial fumble, the hostess regained some semblance of composure. Yet still fearful word of her sub-conscious dismissal would reach the ear of the Voice Unheard. "Its on the house..." staring at the one man mob, and then at the napkin curious as to what he would scribe.

For her first performance on stage working for Mr. San'Vun, Catherine dresses in a suit, tie and a top hat with a net over her eyes. She's been practicing this song for days now with the band that she has been given.

Catherine is now performing before a lot of people and anyone Mr. San'Vun may, or may not, have invited. Never before has she performed before so many people. But, she remains calm, she even gives an air of excitement as she sings a few warm up songs first just to get the crowd excited and it works like a charm. A lot of people love her and Cat has a way with crowds.

Why have I never tried this before? She thinks to herself, This is rather fun!

But then Catherine gets to the last song she chooses to sing before resting her voice. That song she chooses to have a little fun with.

And then Cat sings the last line, "I feel like a woman!" And when she does, she takes her hat off and pulls a rabbit out of her hat, surprising the crowd but pleasantly so. Cat receives a standing ovation and she bows, smiling as dazzling as she can as she exits the stage.

@yazhun_sanvun: The one man mob's stoic nature leaves a silently loud mark on whichever room he steps into. He's the personification of the indelible impression a sharp blade makes on a hard surface. He can send messages that could fill a short book in the scope of a a few second with a glare. Because Ceasar is a mutant. Some in the inagawa with doctorates say he bridges his own neuron receptors with that of anyone he makes eye contact with, as though his neurites were sentient cephalopods wriggling beyond the confines of his mind into others and suctioning on. Emotions, thoughts. Anything that makes someone human is a naked body. Everyone is the Emperor in new clothes.

It is time to begin.

He then scribbles the symbol of the Inagawa-kai family beneath and slides it back over to the girl.

He removes his sunglasses to reveal red irises and black conjunctiva.

'Deliver this to the Voice. Fail to have him here in five minutes and you won't be serving drinks with that right hand ever again.'

@sii-la: goddamn it I went to @ you after writing my post out and it deleted everything. this is all I'm putting back up I gotta go punch the shit outta something

Unexpectedly the Voice Unheard felt a light tap on the back of his shoulder. Prompting an immediate reflexive reaction. Wheeling around, brow angrily arched, his lip curled with disdain before drawing his attention to the barmaid's outstretched hand, and the inked napkin shaking within it. Leaving it crumbled on the floor in his wake, he strolled up to the bar alongside red eye'd radical of the Inagawa. Posted up with a stylish lean, the Black Hand simply tilted his head as if to say, *Well...here I am...*

Casual strides carried the visage of the Voice Unheard through the hypnotized patrons of the Khan, as the showstopping performance of the Lady Cat drew to a close. His subtle but genuine claps drowning in the swell of energized fans as they rightfully rewarded the showstopping theater with a standing ovation. Glancing to the corner and arresting the singer's hand picked security detail just to assure they had not fallen victim to her alluring distraction. Unlike the paying consumers, these men were here for but one reason and one reason only. To insure the unmitigated safety of the Khan's rising star. But he didnt nod or even address them. He gave no indication of his observational findings. Which in turn meant he had been satisfied. For had he not, had he found them weakened or mentally distracted, they would have already been dead.

@yazhun_sanvun: The Eye of Inagawa turn's his chair to gaze at The Voice of San'Vun, 'You've been busy Yazhun. I had to come all the way to this viper house just to get your attention. The kumicho wants a word with you to discuss business... of a familial kind.'

The glass rises to his lips as The Eye gulps the beverage while looking to Yazhun 'When can you leave?'

@sii-la:

A million micro-expressions marched across the Voice Unheard's disturbed face. Posture, which had only moments earlier been held with the utmost defiance and arrogance, had now shifted. Concern lettered his demeanor like a novel of submissive surrender. But the San'Vun Shadoking was nothing if not prideful. With little effort he slipped a ceremonial Syndicate mediallon from his pocket and slid it across the bar in the direction of the Redeye Dead-I. A symbolic gesture. An attempted bribe. A blood debt in the making. All the bronzed skin messenger need do is take it. Take it, and forget he ever saw the Voice Unheard...

@yazhun_sanvun: (you know when I read your stuff I get interested in a script from you more, because you write like an actor. )

Yazhun the Voice Unheard. There are several theories to this title, but Ceasar has his own. The voice you heard is casual and instinctual....but the one unheard is Yazhan's manipulitive intent slyly selling you whatever a man desired to get what he desired. His political ties seemed to have been rubbed deeply into the fibers of his character because he was good at it. Few deals ended with the negotiations of anyone on the opposite side of a negotiations table with The Voice the winner, even though they thought they were.

Sii grabs the medallion and inspects it with rapid eye movements then slides it into his vest pocket. He picks his glass up, pinky out, and begins to sip.

'Grab an umbrella. It's supposed to rain tonight.'

@blue_ghost:

Stands outside the singer's dressing room stoically leaning against the wall. Her senses intuitively reading any and everybody who ventures by. Tasked with protecting the Voice Unheard's latest investment, her resolve is absolute. Her skills, elite. She is the Paper Monkey. Death dealing Shinobi of the Syndicate, and she will not fail her master. No matter the cost.

@sii-la: (wanna just fade to black there and continue at your leisure in the Madripoor thread?)

@urban_ronin: (Sure)