----------------ஜ۩۞۩ஜ Headquarters of the Inagawa Clan ஜ۩۞۩ஜ

Japan has never had legalized gambling. It is considered a shameful business that preys on the greed within men and festers it until the worst demons in their souls pour out and infect the rest of Japan. But to the Inagawa, that was precisely why it was profitable. Which is why the Komicho-Kai of 1931, grandfather to Ken Tetsuno, was inspired by the ambitions of Americans in New Jersey with the tales of the electrically lit 'Atlantic City' and decided to take it upon himself, without legal allowance, to create

The architecture of the illegal establishment was built with preservation and a legacy in mind. The structure is eearthquake proof and was even reinforced again in the 1940 during World War II and was one of the 28,000 out of 90,000 buildings to protect the (wealthy and elite) inhabitants of Hiroshima at the time of the deadly bombings and withstand the force of impact.

In the unsettled dust of Hiroshima's loss, the Kumicho of the time saw opportunity. He shaped the resoftened clay of Hiroshima into his own image. His decisive and methodical generation of wealth and influence, like The pillars of the Ronin Royale, stand to this day. The inagawa Kai have two hands for every pocket in Hiroshima, as well as others in territories they may or may not hold power over at the moment.

The casino stands in the heart of Hiroshima as an iconic manifestation of the corruption at the core of the city, in every vein of streets. It is a silent counter response to any law officials that would dare to try to impart their will on Hiroshima without at least five atom bombs and a god.

The Game Floor

The Casino offers

• Blackjack


• Roulette


• Craps


• Yu Gi Oh


• and of course, Poker

The tiger in the center of the room is the fierce and watchful avatar of the Inagawa on the gaming floor. He represents the clan.

Like the ferocious predator they wouldn't hesitate to attack if necessary. The gaurds, moonlighting as guards and really Yakuza gunmen, watch with excitement for a new target from the security room.

TBC UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Nice place, I may come over some time.

All I see is gifs. PULL UP.

The fever that makes good men cruel? You can find that at the Yugioh table.

@sii-la:

That's called high blood pressure, not a fever.

From all the saaaaaaaalt.

You thinking about including the banlist or doing your own? Because I'd run 3 Pot of Greeds easily.

@killer_instinct: Banlists in effect. You get caught cheating you lose a piece.

@sii-la:

My kinda rules.

Fresh off their return, the San'Vun clan casually maneuvered with cultural relevance throughout the illegal casino. There was a strong sense of accomplishment running through its revived soul. The Eye had been busy. He had already taken the reigns of the Inagawa Kai and begun to morph it into his own vision, but with respect to the traditions he had been adopted into long ago.

However the Voice and his entourage would tread lightly. Making sure he never let a false sense of security over come or over shadow the tentative peace he seemingly shared with the deadly marksman.

He took a seat in view of the caged predator, strangely inspired its metaphorical implication. There was a savage poetry to it. There was poetry all around.

(In Japanese)-"You're sitting here. So that tells me you know what I've always known" Cesar says circling the table slowly, glaring at the Inagawan generals, the same men only just last week were beside him in the trenches of Japans streets, now looking up instead of left to speak to, "Ken Tatsuno was a coward who threw men's bodies like bullets at his enemies. He would have gotten us all killed if he wasn't dealt with."

The men look away, save one. Cesar gazes deeply into his eyes, then continues

"He was a child who inherited power, and as a result, only used it to play archeologist. Were you really willingly going to watch another of our brothers die, so that he could get some ancient trinket? "

Cesar stares through each of them with those piercing red irises that made it feel as though their souls were naked and on display.

They were.

But one man stares back without blinking. His eyes are dry. His skin is wet. The blinds slices the light and the shadows hide his face, he has the look of a masked shinobi. An assassin.

"You...are not Japanese. You are not even human, you gaijin bag of brown shit. We will kill you. I will personally scatter your pieces to the edges of Hiroshima. Hanging high for all to see what happens to dogs that bite the hand that feeds them. The Tatsuno have been my family's lords for nearly 1000 years!"

Cesar smiles like a demon. His fanged silver canines gleaming, "So you'd like to have remained a slave for the sake of tradition, Itsuki?"

"No. I'd like to become a master after 1000 years of servitude! Who are you to take that from me?!"

Cesar shakes his head and lets out a chortle then sits on the table near Itsuki. He recoils, his body rigid.

Cesar coughs and scoffs at the same time. His weak vocal cords acclimating to the long-winded speaking being a boss requires. "If it wasn't for me, not you, your grandson, or his grandson would have ever so much as had a chance to feel the throne under their asses, let alone to control the Inagawa territories. You were never going to make a move. "

Itsuki's eyes turn into slits of black.

"All I'm bringing to the table is opportunities. Why are you trying to cheat yourself? For the sake of traditions that have gotten your family nowhere? Pride?"

Without hesitation Itsuki's hand flies up from under the table.

A drop of blood splashes to the floor. A curved blade with a serrated edge is close enough to Cesar's throat to pierce the skin, frozen still by locked neuroreceptors, a prisoner confined to his own body.

The Gaijin Gangster backs away from the blade

"Die with the past you love so much."

Cesar grabs the general's head and sticks out his long slithering prosthetic tongue and snaps it straight, the metallic joints all locking up to create a coned spout. Steaming eon green liquid ejects from the tip and coats itsuki'shead , sliding down as it smokes and leaves dissolved soup like flesh in its wake.

He writhes and squeals as best he can while mentally locked, until finally a skinless head drops to the hardwood table, chemical smoke rising from the meaty pulp that used to be a ItsukiBakugo.

"Does anyone else have any concerns on their mind?"

Cesar gazes around the table. The men in black look at what used to be Itsuki, some with fear, others with an understanding of their new circumstances.

"No? Good. We've still got work to do" Sii pulls out a cloth of strange material and wipes the neon liquid from his slithering tongue.

@yazhun_sanvun:

The tiger, Herla, watches Yazhun with a determined interest. Her paws crossed. Her tail swaying as she licks her maw, but her eyes stay on the prodigal son of San'Vun as she dangles above the casino floor.

"...Boss?" One of his guards asks, hesitant to break his Kumicho's meditations.

Cesar closes his blood red eyes, then opens them to reveal his normal brown eyes then turns to the men with a smirk, "We have company."

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Cesar strolls across the casino floor with men on either side. One is holding a black cube no bigger than a shoe box. They stop behind him as the Kumicho extends a hand to Yazhun San'Vun, "Boss San'Vun. I appreciate the equal company. It's lonely at the top."

He flicks his fingers to his left and one of the men steps forward and places a box on the table, then pops off the hinged lid, "40,000 in chips and a black coin for rooming. You won't be charged so long as you show it to the desk. Call it several tokens of appreciation."

@sii-la:

Power suited him. It often did for those who rose from beneath its crushing weight take it by the throat. Yazhun couldnt help but wonder, even as he sat next to the closes thing he could call a friend, 'what if...' What if the Eye of Inagawa had said no, rejected the marker? What if he had traded in one crown, for another? His crown. The crown of the silent king...what then?

As he replayed the possibilities he maintained a non-transparent projection of his thoughts. Slightly grinning at the off-the cuff remark. It was true. The 'top' was a lonely place indeed. And the Shado-Shogun wouldnt have it any other way. A lonely man was a driven one.

He slightly nodded. Not a bow, but the indication was clear enough. Gratitude for the offering. Like a serpent who had had his fill the Voice sank into his chair, seeking maximum comfort. Tracing a finger across the cheek of a hostess as she dropped off some complimentary drinks. He tipped her none the less.

*You've done quite well Boss-La* he subtly signed. *But I come with serious news. Someone, left a corpse on the doorstep of the Khan.*Technically it had been the husk, the flesh, of Sōsuke Ishida, part of the Sumiyoshi-kai. His death now marked the gruesome murder of at least 4 Yakuza bosses. Normally this would have been outstanding news. However the unknown assassin made the matter a complicated one. Yazhun silently hoped the Eye had taken it upon himself but internally he knew...there was someone, thing, else out there. An unknown variable.

*We...I, may have a new enemy. May I count on your support should all out war threaten to topple what I have started. What I have begun?*

@sii-la:

3 Days Earlier

Jiro Shimada collapsed into the plush seat reserved for him, the usual Chinese-Japanese fusion cuisine placed on the table as soon as he'd settled. There, at the head of the table, sat his captain and adoptive father, Haruto Yoshi. He peeled an apple, preparing it as he often did for some of his brothers, the shatei who seemed to ever mingle in the background. As soon as he had seated himself, but before the usual pleasantries could be dispensed, his paternal parent began to speak. It would prove to be a bad omen.

"Jiro, when I found you on the streets of Akihabara, stealing from the bins behind Suehiro-cho, I never predicted that you would become the man you are today. Leader to all of your brothers back in Chiyoda."

"It's all thanks to your help, Yoshi-dono."

Haruto Yoshi smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening as his eyes began to twinkle with pride, a father gazing upon a child who has surpassed him.

"Young Jiro, my favorite child, it is with great pain I must force this onerous decision upon you. One that threatens all that you have earned."

Shimada remained silent. He knew of his komon's taste for the theatrical, but this seemed serious. He nodded, urging him to continue.

"You know, of course, that kumicho Tatsuno bore my sworn loyalty, that he welcomed me when all others objected, claiming that a Chinese konketsuji like myself would never be respected within the Inagawa-Kai. He elevated be from errand boy, to kyodai, and further still until finally I was declared wakagashira."Jiro nodded again. He had heard this story before. Many times, in fact.

"It is for this reason that I must ally myself with him once more."

"But father, he is--"

"Dead? No, Jiro, unfortunately for us both, he is not. He has reached out to me, and where he calls I must answer. You, on the other hand, are beholden only to me. Your rise, your progress in the past few days, however, that is your own creation."

"Father, I would never betray you. Where you go, I--"

"No, Jiro. It is time you forged your own destiny. Time you were made 'oyabun' of your own family within the Inagawa-Kai. You are at the cusp of such an endeavor, and I will not stand in your way. My obligations are not your own, so go with my blessing."

Smooth hands grasped leathery ones, missing digits scarcely felt as the younger man bowed his head, kneeling at his father's feet.

Present Day

Shiro Yamada weaved his way through the thick crowds in the Ronin Royale Casino, slowly approaching the smoky backroom favored by his kumicho. He swallowed hard. There had yet been no bad news to deliver to the newly appointed boss, but now, after only a few days in power, a threat already loomed over their most recent ruler.

With shuffling feet, he opened the door to the meeting chamber, the very place kobun Itsuki was so brutally murdered for his treason.

"Kumicho. I bring ill news." As soon as he had entered, he bowed instantly to a ninety-degree angle, head held low before the greater man.

"Forgive me, but it seems that there is a rumor that boss Tatsuno is... that boss Tatsuno lives." Nervously, he lowered his head once more, praying that the murderous mob boss might spare the messenger.

"But! I know where he is going to be. Tonight, Kawasaki industries, warehouse thirteen. He plans on gathering together the remnants of those loyal to him." Jiro gulped. "If you would like, we can leave tonight. Crush this insurrection before it begins." His message complete, he prostrated himself before his lord completely, forehead scraping against very spot the insubordinate Itsuki had been disposed of, the stains of acid streaking the floorboards a still-fresh reminder of the temper possessed by his current kumicho.

@yazhun_sanvun: @humansfirst: will try to respond later working 12 hour shifts all week tho. I'm going to set the time frame as humansfirst, 1st, then the meeting with yahzun.

@humansfirst: @yazhun_sanvun (My bad yall. Got my weekend and then I got Spiderman and you know how that was gonna go down. If it's possible I wanna do some rapid fire rounds in here to wrap this up so we can pivot right into the rpg.)

News. Perhaps the manifestation of the greatest lie the devil ever told. It's often associated with truth and exposure to the benefit of a person or persons. But many times that very preconception is the cheese in the rat trap. Which is why Cesar was oddly still, his back remaining turned to the high ranking street soldier as he rests a hand on his loyal canine's head, pushing the doberman's pinched ears around on it's ebony black skull, "What proof do you have?"

There it goes again.

News.

Alway current but not necessarily an event. "If you came for confirmation that it was by my hand, I'm going to have to disappoint you. It seems our ambitions haven't gone unnoticed...and someone is trying to beat us to the finish line."

In his mind Cesar can't deny the tug of opportunity in seeing Yahzun taken down so that he might become the Kingpin of Japan. Had he not been in similair circumstances of late. "You were correct the first time. We have a problem."

Cesar skims the casino floor and sees many a wandering eye scanning him like the tigress in the cage above, looking for a weakness to pounce on. For the sake of security he peers deeply into the eyes of one of the babettes, his irises refilling red as his whites turn an infinite black, "There is a rumor that Ken Tetsuno is alive. Which makes no sense, but yet, whoever he is, he has amassed a portion of my men to prepare a coo against me as we did Tetsuno." He lets the words digest into her mind and then be fed into San'vun's. Once he saw the expression on the Mob King's face he nodded.

"You have my support until this issue is resolved. "

@sii-la:

It was an interesting revelation and the sharpened spark in the Voice's eye indicated as much. Whomever had initiated recent events was capitalizing on an ability to present themselves as something, someone, they were not. Ken Tetsuno was dead. They had seen to that personally. But never the less someone was using his persona as a weapon against Brother-I. Much in the same way a recent massacre had been perpetrated in the forged and fabricated name of the San'Vun Syndicate.

*Propaganda. It can be quite devastating when properly wielded.* The Voice signed with minimal exertion. Yazhun raised two fingers to his temple, silently letting the wheels turn, the thoughts marinate, and the ideas on how to proceed collectively sing in a chorus of contemplation. *So be it. Let them come.* Rising to his feet with hand extended in a gesture of good faith. *For now, your enemies are mine, mine, yours.*

And although the visit was short, it was direct. It was informative. It, for now, had seemingly bonded the brothers in blood once again. God help those who would dare to stand against them.

@sii-la: "Proof?"he swallowed hard at the question, shuddering as the hand was laid upon his crown. "I have only the knowledge granted to me by my relationship with my former oyabun, boss Yoshi."

"Please, Boss La, if we wish to cement your power before it is threatened further, we must act now. I ask only that you lend me your assistance. I know Boss Ken Tetsuno himself will be there, and Boss Yoshi has asked me to meet him there so that I can pay witness to the rebirth of the... the "true Inagawa-Kai", as he called it. So please..."

He remained prostrated at the floor, hoping to convey his subordination, his allegiance to his kumicho.

"Join me, lend me your men, and we will demonstrate to them the power of the real Inagawa Clan, your Inagawa Clan."

@humansfirst: Cesar brushes past his postrated general and has a split thought to pull the garrot in his sleeve around the fearful follower's throat. But he continues on, over to a painting on the wall of the late Ken Tatsuno before his illness took the power from his features. Sii-La stares into the life-like eyes of the former Kumicho and waves his hand, "Take 20 men. Go." He can hear the man inching backwards as fast as he could, "Bring me proof that Ken Tatsuno is alive, or fall on your blade."

The man disappears around the corner of the door. His feet can be heard clapping the wood floor. Cesar presses a button his desk that closes the doors and locks them. On the same control pad he presses another button that raises the painting on his wall to reveal a safe.

He approaches it and enters the combination. The vault clicks open and a breath of nitrogen exhales outward. The milky smoke finally gives way to reveal Ken Tatsuno's head floating in a jar of blue liquid. "And they say two heads are better than one..."

Thats badass

@yazhun_sanvun: Thank you brotha.