[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#9a6b5f; border: none; width: 450px; height: 40px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #BFA4B1;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 20px; padding: 11px;]CHUUYA NAKAHARA BASKERVILLE[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 450px; min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; line-height: 12px; color:#fff][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #a39099; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/sYzdZAy.jpg); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/fancypost]It didn't take long for the Port Mafia members to arrive, which came as a relief to him. Sure, he could stand there and admire the carpeted flooring and glimmering lights and the beautiful handiwork, but one could only be patient for so long. He didn't enjoy waiting (hence his clear assertiveness), hell, he couldn't even be bothered to wait outside of the hotel. After all, who would enjoy that? He had no time to waste. While waiting for the first to approach, he was greeted by the noise of slithering moving towards him. His first thought was that it would be a snake, but alas, the creature was much greater. A basilisk, he knew— he'd never seen one face-to-face before, so it was first to capture his attention. Evidently, he wasn't familiar with this member, so he briefly studied him over. He greeted him on rather formal terms, which he couldn't say that he was too surprised by. Fully turning to greet the animal with a smile of his own, he would state simplistically, [b]"Nakahara Chuuya," with a habitual flick of his tail. "And you are...?" He inquired with the intent to answer the second part of his query afterwards. After all, since it seemed they were settling for the formalities, it was only polite, wasn't it?
When the basilisk would reveal his name, he would continue on, his azure gaze meeting with the others' gray eyes. Almost lazily, he began to explain his reasons and purposes. "I come from the original branch of the Port Mafia, in Tokyo," he elaborated, directing an assumptious look towards the caporegime as though to say, 'I presume you know what that is?'. He didn't bother asking whether or not he was indeed informed of where he was talking about, merely continued to recollect what he had been told. Due to the fact that he knew very little of the boss's personality as of yet, he was under the impression that his comrades were all aware of the basics... little did he know that they weren't even told that he was the [i]leader of the branch. He continued. "It seems the leader of this branch hasn't been reporting back to the five main bosses, per the agreement." As he said this, he shortly glanced around as though attempting to locate said leader, but he was nowhere to be found. Just a few members sitting around in the lobby, not paying them much mind. "I was sent to check on him to confirm he was in well condition, but nothing seems out of the ordinary here." He had heard much about Dazai Osamu, much about fear and much about power, but the fact that he was neglecting simple responsibilities was... slightly concerning. What was a leader without reliability, really? He was beginning to believe that talk of him had been exaggerated.
While the transient silence fell over them (with the exception of the ongoing chatter), he was startled to hear the sudden clamor of hotel doors behind him as they burst open with quite the amount of force. Not to mention that he'd practically scared the living daylights out of the others nearby. He could've sworn that they had broken from how powerfully they were opened, and was shocked to find that they were still intact. He had done his best not to flinch, since he didn't want to give the impression that he was some sort of coward, but if one had been paying close attention, they'd have noticed that he had jerked in the slightest. What came next was the booming welcoming of a male, who, when he turned to face, was strangely bandaged. He likely would have asked him the reason for it, had he not been so flustered by the abrupt entrance. He blinked, palpably still quite puzzled as the strange feline's eyes fixated on him. Right then, he could say with full confidence that this was not the boss that they had been talking about— there was no way in hell that this peculiar male was him. Though, it could explain his carelessness...
His initial perception of him was that he wouldn't like him. He was attempting not to jump to conclusions, though, and answered steadily to his question. He briefly pondered on the query, wondering if he really had crossed paths with him already, but ended up shrugging his shoulders. "...It's possible," he replied vaguely, not quite knowing himself. Though I'm sure I would have been able to recall someone as... interesting as you, he added mentally, deciding not to extend his response. He looked back at the other's dusky optics, now rather intrigued and curious about him. At the same time, he had no interests in further acquainting with him; he trusted his gut, and his gut communicated that the individual was far too quirky for his liking. Interrupting his train of thought, he heard the voice of another member, but found himself squinting at the figure. To say the least, he was... confused, perhaps not as confused as he was with the loud opening of hotel doors, but to the extent that he found himself staring at the translucent being. A... spirit? Not only that, but lavender-furred? Surely that wasn't a color he'd received from birth. Was there something wrong with him? He seemed cordial enough, so he did feel a bit ruder for the staring, but he was beginning to wonder how unconventional the rest of the organization was... No, nevermind that— he was going to become so baffled that he'd just end up walking back out of the double doors. Trailing back to the original question the second animal had asked him, the only other reason he might have encountered him would be because of a meeting, or because he had been at the original branch. Though, he cancelled out both ideas immediately with the belief that he was merely an ordinary soldier here— what he didn't prepare for, however, was to be proved drastically incorrect.
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&& /yells thank u koha-chan <33
and it isn't crappy at all, sunday !! cx
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