[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#993366; border: none; width: 450px; height: 40px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #000;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 21px; padding: 11px;]OSAMU DAZAI BASKERVILLE[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000; 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:#FFF;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #993366; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/GSrrdIm.gif); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost]Maintaining his air of nonchalance, he continued to study the SolsticeClanner through his seemingly impassive, dusk-hued gaze as he waited for the others to finish speaking, before voicing his thoughts once again, [b]"Echoing the sentiments everyone else here so kindly expressed for your future reference, I really don't think you're in [i]any position to be making demands of anyone here--never mind one of my caporegimes." His words, while cordial enough (or as cordial as they could get, in this type of situation), possessed a harsh, almost cutting edge--such that could easily rend one's concentration and focus, and place them in an agitated state. Anyone from the original branch could tell you that his methods of instilling feelings of fear and anxiety within his targets had been something akin to an art--he's always done it so well; leaving it no mystery as to why he had quickly attracted the attention of the upper echelons, who had then decided to award his outstanding brutality with the highest rank any foot-soldier could ever hope to attain within their crime syndicate. Perhaps some of the newer recruits were under the impression that he had no idea as to what in the world he was doing, but anyone who had accompanied him on his journey to this metropolis could easily name at least three impressive deeds to his name.
A rather sardonic chuckle would slip past his slightly parted lips, as he drew forward on bandaged paws--coming to stop only when he was directly before the winged feline who had so brazenly set foot on their territory without so much as a single word of invitation. And as for his lack of tact...it was quite annoying, if anything. Even Kit--who was comparatively much younger than the rest of them currently present--had to call him out on his sloppy protocol. "C'mon, even the children know better than that; so what exactly does that say about you?" There was no evident patronizing note in his tone, yet his words and their implications were saturated with condescension; one could practically hear the disdain dripping from his voice and hitting the cold, hard concrete--just like the rain of a hot summer storm. "If I were you, I'd opt to learning basic manners before traveling anywhere. And... a little lesson in the customs of different clans wouldn't hurt you, either." Or at least--it certainly wouldn't hurt as much as would being captured, tortured, and executed by anti-clanners who were much less tolerant of random individuals popping up all over their lands. Hell, that could've easily happened here and now--who could've known what Kouyou would've done, had he not arrived to placate her (to some extent). Perhaps, had he been in one of his worse moods, he himself would've given the order to string him up, clip his wings, and toss him off the edge of a skyscraper, before collecting the remains of him to give to the more artistic members of the Port Mafia (or some of the hungrier ones too; he was well aware that there was more than one ghoul residing within the organization).
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