[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 450px; height: 40px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #DFDCE0;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 18.3px; padding: 11px;][b]RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA BASKERVILLE[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#DFDCE0; border: none; width: 450px; min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; line-height: 12px; color:black;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid black; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/GQ2Q5Ve.gif); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost]Having been drawn by the sounds produced by the commotion, the wraith-like figure of the ebony caporegime would slip into the scene and observe the fight through listless, void-like eyes, disdain making itself evident upon his features in the curl of his lip. It had hardly been three weeks since this branch had been set in motion, and they were already having problems like [i]this? It was due to his own mentor's childishness and immaturity, no doubt--in all honesty, Akutagawa did often feel tempted to give the boss a few slaps to the face, in hopes that it'd knock some much-needed sense into that thick skull of his. At this point, it was only the memory he had of how Dazai Osamu had single-handedly murdered the six individuals that had been responsible for the deaths of his family and friends, without so much as raising a single paw. Back then, when he'd first met the bandaged feline...Akutagawa had thought him to be the Devil himself, freshly risen from the gates of Hell, if such a place truly did exist. Now...well, it'd be quite the understatement to say that the behaviour displayed by his mentor was utterly unbecoming for someone of his status and reputation.
Though, the Port Mafia's 'dog' happened to be quite intelligent, despite seeming to only shift from his position on the orders of his superiors and betters and have no mind of his own. He'd already suspected that the seemingly 'crazed' boss was up to something; he was clever, and had always been known to possess the most obscure of intentions. No one could know what it was he meant to accomplish unless it came directly from his mouth, but rarely did he ever allow himself to make such a careless slip-up. Oh yes, it was clear to him that Dazai Osamu's actions were all carefully calculated and deliberate--the real question was simply: to what end? Perhaps, just this once, he was taking things a little too far...or maybe that too was all just a cog in the machine that was whatever elaborate plan that creature had inside his head. Who could say, really? For now, he would opt to tolerate the consequences that came of his mentor's actions, and hope that he still knew what he was doing. After all, Akutagawa's trust was not something easily earned, and not a single word of empty praise had ever slid off his tongue. To say that he still--after months or even years of dealing with Dazai's ridiculous antics--held held him in the highest esteem was certainly a statement in of itself.
Chuuya, he noted sourly, appeared to be at a disadvantage here. After all, his opponent was a large dragon, and the damned reptile just had to have armour. Honestly what the hell did this creature think himself to be?—a walking arms depot? It all seemed excessive to him, but no matter. Nakahara Chuuya had not been called the Port Mafia's best martial artist for nothing—and his ability conveniently made up for what he lacked in stature. He'd often heard back in Tokyo and Yokohama that suppressing entire organizations had been a job that had been often assigned to the male—a job that he never failed to accomplish, and in an incredibly thorough fashion. Surely, one overgrown fire lizard whose flames didn't even serve any offensive purpose would be no more than an early morning workout for him, no? And besides...
From beneath the midnight-hued male's dark cloak, billows of smoke began to materialize—not quite enough to draw everyone's attention to himself, but enough for those attentive enough to know that he would have no qualms against engaging himself within Chuuya and Cordenth's 'scuffle' as well, if things began to go south for the former. It had been a while since he'd last suppressed any rebellious upstarts...and he could honestly say that he looked forward to his next opportunity to do so again. Anything to serve the Port Mafia, and to further the goals of the organization--he'd do it all himself without expressing a single shred of remorse or hesitation.
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