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Ryuu nodded slightly to the man in black that stood before him, "no need to worry, she just had another episode." He followed his sister walking a good distance behind her out of the locker room. He turned out of the doors and into the garden to attend the Kenjutsu lesson that had just begun.

It was windy and the trees swayed and whistled to the breeze. Ryuu looked to the Sensei as she began to speak to the students in the tight formation infront of her. She began to explain some of the basics to the newer students drawing her katana and doing some simple strikes and stances explaining their purposes. Ryuu's eyes wandered over the students as he stood outside the formation.

He saw students of every level, It seemed that the Sensei was teaching a variety of students. As he walked up slowly trying to fit himself in the formation nonchalantly the sensei grew a smile. "Well, lets start, Brock, why don't you spar our late comer," she said looking to Brock and motioning to Ryuu.

Ryuu hesitated then nodded keeping his eyes on the sensei as he walked to the small paved area in between trees. He grabed his sword handle looking over Brock as he bowed deeply.

Brock laughed and nodded slightly and drew his sword quickly. He swiftly shot his leg forward and held his sword obove his head with bent elbows. He nodded, "You ready pony tail?" Ryuu narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly holding his grip on his katana.

They stood at either end of the ring holding a stare, sizing eachother before the fight. A hard gust blew, throwing leaves across the ring before Brock charged yelling. Ryuu held perfectly still watching his opponent charge him clumsily. Ryuu's eyes shifted and his feet set up as Brock reached striking distance, his hand still on his katana handle.

As Brock lunged Ryuu poped his katana out of the scabbard with his thumb. The handel flew out of the scabbard clanging against Brock's glistening blade loudly. Brock grunted loudly as his blade was shot back. He quickly returned with a follow up slash from Ryuu's upper right quadrant. Ryuu steped back and spun using the momentum of his body to pull the blade of his katana from the scabbard as he shifted behind Brock. Another wild gust blew as the two men stood on the paved floor, Brock frozen mid slice, the cold steel of Ryuu's blade kissing the back of his neck lightly.

Ryuu placed his sword back into his katana running it against his thumb as Brock turned and bowed. Ryuu bowed in return then turned to the sensei and bowing deeply. She raised an eye and grined, "what style do you practice new comer?" Ryuu nodded politely "Yagyu Shinkage Ryu."

Ryuu looked at her slightly nodding, "are you fit now?" His eyes focused and his face as still as if it were made from stone. He brushed off his shoulder and straighted his Gi.

Although he did not show it, his mind was littered of the new place he was ripped into. The cars, the noise, the people, the lights... It was a lot for him to take in. He fluidly ran his fingers over his chest, where the metal blade had came out of his body.

His thoughts turned to his death, the fight still vivid in his mind. He reviewed his every movement again and again in his head, making sure he found out what he had done wrong. With a soft sigh he returned his mind to the present still looking at Toru and crossing his arms.

Draeko chuckled and took another drag of his cigar. "Alright, well I'll start this one off with a bit of style," he grinned evilly. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders watching Ogre down his drink with a competative smirk.

He picked up his glass and set it on his snout trying not to snicker at himself. He glass balanced uneasily on his nose swaying slightly from side to side with his breathing. Draeko grinned and muttered trying not to make harsh movements, "watch 'n' learn."

With a swift jerk of his head and a snap of his jaws he sent the glass flying into the air twirling, the momentum keeping the drink hugging the glass. Draeko watched the glass twirl in the air with widened eyes as he opened his mouth wide, held his cigar in his hand, and waited.

The drink poured out of the glass mid rotation down Draeko's throat as he leaned over to catch the glass seconds before it shattered on the ground. He twirled the glass in his hand and set it on the bar straightening himself on the stool and shaking himself as if he were wet. He grinned widely and let out a low howl, "candy water," he laughed as his throat began to burn. He cast an eye to El D, "your up," he said still holding a competative grin and starting to feel the hard hit of the first drink.

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Ogre beat his chest, followed by a low, long roar. He was obviously trying to show off to the Werewolf. "How's about a little contest, Wolf? Whoever can gulp down the most of these Man Killer things before passing out - or dying, wins. Anybody wanna place bets? Winnings will contribute to the inevitable rise of power of the Furioso Family, et cetera et cetera."


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Draeko turned to the man and eyed him over with a slight smirk, "Furioso you say?" An evil grin came across his face as his pupils narrowed to pin pricks. He slid a 50 on the bar and grinned slyly at Schayde as she gave him another drink.

He nodded slowly to Orge and pulled out a tightly wrapped cigar from his back pocket shifting his weight as he twirled it around his fingers. "Alright, a drinking contest it is... but the real question is, what do we win?" he chuckled placing the cigar in his lip and reaching into another pocket.

He pulled out a small lighter, it shined in the neon glow of the lights as if it were just polished, gleaming silver. He flipped the lighter open and ran his thumb over a wolf engraving as if it were braille to a blind man. With a slight slide of his index finger he sliced the end off the cigar like a knife through butter, grinning as the waist hit the floor. He held the lighter up to his cigar and with a spark ignited a bright blue flame.

Smoke filled the air around him as it twirled and spiraled up from the cigar. The red glow of the cigar matching the intenisty of his own eyes as he flicked close the lighter. He glanced at the others around him, his ears alert and picking up on everything in the bar. Shifting his eyes swiftly between them he looked back to the man in stone. He took a long drag and blew a smoke ring into the air picking up his glass and holding it up ready to begin.

Draeko grinned as he took the glass and held it up to the dim neon lights. He twirled it around and watched how the liquid made small spirals and coils inside the glass. "This looks like some kind of poisen.... I like it," he laughed as he brought the glass back to his nose.

He took a long wiff off the top of the glass and shivered. He put out his cigar on the bottom of his shoe and put it into the empy beer can he had been using as an ashtray. "Well If it does manage to put me on the floor, than I will have to come back more," he grinned as he tiped his hat up making his face fully visable. He had a small black tatoo around his right eye and another, It looked like a slender ladder, slowly getting narrower and narrower as it reached the top. At the very bottom was a small hook shape, the tatoo seemed to be deeply embeded into his skin and almost scar-like.

He took off his hat and set it on the bar raising the glass to his lips slowly. As the drink reached his lips he felt it burn his tongue, the fumes going into his throat and stinging his nose. He set down the drink and grinned widely, he was a bit of a drinker and afterall a large man, it was hard to find a drink that had enough punch to knock him down.

He looked around briefly as he took off his coat and laid it where his hat was on the bar, exposing hundreds of intricate tattooes. They were symbols and figures, the most predominant a Large, red dragon coiling around his chest. Still following the room with his eyes he recognized no one, and didn't smell any of the police new gun and flack jacket smell. He turned to the bartender again, her comforting scent and her luring voice dropping him off his guard.

With a glint in his icey blue eyes he ripped into his wolf form. In a time of five seconds he had gone from a calm man in a suit into a large Ivory wolf held tight by chains and leather pants. He grinned widely as the crowd around him hushed for a second to see what had happened.

He turned to them and gave a slight nod then laughed "what, never seen a wolf before?" The crowd all seemed to shrug him off as turned back to his drink on the bar. He turned to Schayde and grinned, "sorry but in order to drink a something that will kill a man, I might have to be something a little more."

He picked up the glass again snarled his teeth at the fumes. His tattered ears went down exposing their full length as he swalled, his adams apple dropping slightly.

He held the glass to his lips and opened his mouth wide slowly pouring. As the drink poured down his throat it burned like fire, his esophagus screaming at every drop. He began to tilt the glass higher and higher sending the liquid plumiting down his mouth as his snout began to wrinkle with his lips curling. He slammed the glass on the bar and grinned licking his chops and coughing slightly.

"Now that, was a drink," he muttered panting slightly under his breath, the fur on his back seeming to stand on end. He chuckled loudly and slouched back into his stool before catching himself and shifting his weight to balance on it. He smirked and leaned on the bar slightly, It was going to be a fun night.

Draeko tiped his hat down slightly after watching the show infront of him. He took a long drag of his cigar and tilted his head back blowing a ring of smoke into the ceiling. He laughed and looked back to the bartender with a small grin.

For some odd reason he didn't feel the need to keep tense around her. Her horns and red hair complimented her eyes gracefull movements in the dim light. As she moved across the bar Draeko caught her scent and a large grin came across his face.

She smelled like nothing he had ever experienced before it gave him slight goose bumps as he inhaled again this time more deeply than the first. He caught himself before he made it obvious to the others around him and chuckled to himself shaking his head.

Draeko rolled his shoulders back in his seat and twirled his cigar in between his fingers before taking another long drag. The loud techno had forced him to tap his finger on the bar in rythm with the beat, almost hypnotically he followed, his puffs of smoke seeming to mimic his fingers. He picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp still holding his grin and looking around. He felt the pockets of his jacket as he looked around the room, it was a habbit, he was hardly ever safe to sit around.

Many people looked for Draeko, on either side of the spectrum, he had done things for the islands and Paragon, money was money to him.

He grinned as he felt the hard outline of "Angel" and "Demon" in his coat and he returned his gaze to the bartender. He tapped on the bar and cracked his neck "Bartender, I'll take a drink that will kill a man," he said with a large smirk on his face. He loosened his tie slightly and tiped his hat to the green man across the bar.

THHZZZ, a loud buzzing sound came from Draeko's pocket as he sat on the park bench. With a grin spreading on his face Draeko stood up and nonchalantly picked up his phone. "yeah?", he answered as a raspy voice came to his ears. The voice scratched against his hearing like nails on a chalkboard, "Wolf, I have a job, you got time". Draeko looked around him and tipped his hat down slightly, "yeah what we have on our hands?" The voice had a small chuckle to it, making its scratchyness less barable, "Council my friend, they seemed to have aggrivated Crey and they have a high price on the this Vicktor fella". Draeko nodded, "Info, and Time". The voice grinned behind the phone, "1..2...and 3, I trust you will have this done soon white wolf? I have promises to keep you know". "Right, and done, Ill bring back his badge", Draeko said wile looking at the newly sent numbers on his phone. With a small click the line was ended and Draeko reached into his coat griping his black barretta as he slid is phone into his pocket.

He walked through the park and down the streets of Steel Canyon trying to blend in with the common crowd the best he could, making sure no one followed him. As he approached the hidden door of the council he pulled out his barretta he so lovingly named Demon. He approached cautiously, the guards were discussing the usual how long they had been with council and their various awards and medals.

Draeko walked up briskly and made his move, grabbing the taller guard from behind wraping his arm around his collar bone. As the shorter guard drew his gun Draeko put Demon to the back of the held guard's neck firing through him and into the other. As they both fell silently Draeko pocketed their acess cards and swiped one through the keypad of the door and walked in slowly.

As he entered the hallway he could hear the bustle and chatter of all the men in the base, it was small and underpopulated, but still the odds were against him. Draeko ducked behind a box of supplys in the corner as he cracked his neck. His eyes immidiately started to narrow as his bones could be heard cracking and stretching, his suit falling off him as he shook it off. His nose suddently shooting from his face and becoming a snout as he hunched over in the corner letting his ears elongate and his fingers form claws. Finally a thick coat of ivory fur covered him as his body grew to tightly fit the chains and leather pants he wore under his suit.

Draeko stood up and licked his chops cracking his newly formed knuckles. A soldier walked past the box and Draeko swiftly grabbed his helmet slamming it against the wall and shattering it to pieces leaving the soldier out cold on the floor. He picked up the soldier's communicator and listened in, pinpointing where he target was after listening to barked commands.

He made his way down the corridors to the room where his target was accessing the Council computer system. Draeko walked through the hallways with no caution, a mixture of joy and anger burned in his eyes as he dispatched every soldier in his path.

Draeko made his way to Victor and snarled loudly, "Victor, the white wolf has come for you!" Victor jumped as he spun from his console. "Is that so... well white wolf, it is time to get a new rug for my floor," he managed to mutter scowling under his helmet. Draeko charged him firing the last of his clip as Victor jumped behind the machinery. Draeko threw down his gun jumping in the air over the varied humming machines looking down at Victor with a wickid grin. Victor fired three rounds and rolled out of the way as they sank into Draeko's shoulder and ribs. Draeko hit the floor hard letting out a snarl and keeping his gaze on Victor. Victor laughed and lined up his sights to take another set of shots. Draeko crouched low to the floor and zigzagged his way to Victor, sparks flying off the ground as he dragged his claws against the metal. With a swift slice it was over, Victor had been ended, covering Draeko in his blood.

Draeko stood up and rolled his shoulders then pulled out a cigar from his back pocket. "It was a pleasure Victor, but it looks like your time is up," he chuckled as he pulled out a small silver wolf-engraved lighter. Draeko set the cigar in his mouth and clawed off the end, lighting it with the lighter's blue flame. He walked back over to his folded clothes left over by the box and pulled out his phone.

He traveled back to Victor and took pictures with his phone after picking up his disguarded gun. With a quick set of key tones he sent the pictures back to his contact who responded with a money figure on his phone. Draeko nodded and exited the base taking a long drags off his cigar.

Draeko cracked his neck and changed back into his human-like form putting his suit back on and holstering his gun. He looked to the sky as the full moon was out and decided to grab a few drinks at Pocket D. He made his way to the club and grinned as he entered, seeming to tap his toes to the loud music.

Draeko walked up the stairs to the top of the hero side and leaned against the bar sitting sloppily on the nearby stool. He glanced up at the horned bartender with the red eyes and grinned, "I'll take a gin and tonic, heavy lime."