Ronald  Blaque,    having been operating  out of Dowtown  Los Angeles  for a while  now  having set up their for the last   3 months, the male   is  currently getting out  of the   Black Mustang Gt that is currently   positioned  outside  of an apartment building that is located in Uptown Los Angeles       an area   which is still rather new to him and  completely free   for operations to do business  in ,  the male offers a grin before raising both hands    towards the heavens and Stretching his fingertips towards the heavens with an amusing  grin on his facial expression. A mere brat  that's what he is  after taking hold of the family  after his parents demise     the       middle  of three brothers with Jean being the eldest and    Ricardo being the  youngest  at 16,  Ron's age is   18  having just turned it the male stands at  6 foot 1  weighing  in  around 165 pounds  also with a lean build    and with a slick curly  hairstyle  that runs down towards his neck,  dressed  in casual clothing, the male  is wearing    a white top and a black pants  along with  purely white Nike air forces   that are properly laced up to  the  tea,   the male offers a grin before  licking his lips, adjusted on his  hip  is an  Heckler and Koch  P-30   that is  placed in a modern TRC holster,  in    his right  pocket    a    6 inch container filled with  lighter fuel   and  a lighter,  located in the left pocket  is  an  Iphone4   that is fully charged with  a pair of white headphones    that are plugged into  usually  not one without  back up, the male has two body guards   with him  one in the passenger seat   that is currently  holding  a    large ak-47  with 2 30 round  clips.    The passenger  seat is  holing   a     fully loaded  Hk- Mp5  having a small   obsession with German weaponry for some  strange  reason he'd offer a grin before tilting his head playfully  reaching into his pocket grasping  his phone looking around  the building  for  a small sight  so  he can  look around  and use for location he'd purr before dialing  his  resident mercenaries number   deciding to    have a little fun, he'd grin before remembering the account    number that was given to him by  Decon1  transferring a   small sum of   30mil   to the account  for  payment  knowing it was well over due  , however now is  not the time he'd  send  Decon1 the  details of the location  he is in via  texting the words   -Meet me  at  apartment   236    around the  building  836  large black  and white complex on the  outside  "Prepare for  Banzai."  If needed.-Hanging outside of the room the male offers a grin before deciding to wait around just looking    too see what type of business he can accomplish today.  












IXISempiternalIXI: ((Still going sorry.))
TungstenStrike: ((Our rpcs are a little twisted when ready, back up is advised.))
AnastasiaChantelle: (( >_> This seems sketchy to me ))
RemusAkaviriRemusAkaviri WhisperAdd Friend: (Agreed .-.)
AnastasiaChantelle: (( *raises hand* Ohhh ohhhh I can I boot? XDDDDD
RemusAkaviri: (no)
AnastasiaChantelle: ))*
AnastasiaChantelle: (( damn v.v ))
TungstenStrikeTungstenStrike : ((Isn't sketchy xD.))
RemusAkaviri: (So you bring in juggernauts and high grade tech to a deal o.o0
TungstenStrike: ((Just shows the group isn't one to be fucked with if crossed.))
TungstenStrike: ((We are a tad impulsive.))
RemusAkaviriRemusAkaviri WhisperAdd Friend: (if it doesn't bother you I am going to have my sniper and a close friend note i am multi char)
TungstenStrike: ((But won't fire just like that.))
AnastasiaChantelle: (( *draws something on a sketch pad and holds it up* Now it's sketchy XDD ))
RemusAkaviri: (it keeps my ability up)
TungstenStrikeTungstenStrike : ((No problem.__
AnastasiaChantelle: LoL I am a genius
AnastasiaChantelle: :P
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IXISempiternalIXI: The male then began to move to his weapons, the weapons the male owned were efficient and self made, the male owned a vast quantity of weapons of all sorts of calibres and types, he was going to be using and wielding near to all of them today. Decon1 had owned a pair of daggers, they were military grade and held an edge like no other blade that could be found on the market. The blades were 18 inch carbonite steel, the blades were able to slice through most things with relative ease, still being able to do major damage to opponents faced with the blades themselves. The blades were given black coats on some parts to make them look mysterious and deadly, making them look more flash meant they looked more effective in words. Each one weighed less than a 8 pounds, the weapons were easy and very affordable, though because of their make, they were hard to acquire. The hilts had used black shiny leather with decorations of his opponents, one of the blades had a finger trapped in silicone hanging off of the hilt of the blade. He had began with slotting these into his boots, giving him a quick draw area for the blades, he was not going to be caught out. Decon1 had also owned a sword of the same make of material, though this was custom and was extremely deadly. Having been crafted by the male himself, he could swath through opponents with relative ease at hand, though this sword was easy to wield as it was well balanced. The blade weighed 16 pounds, the blade being in the same style as the dagger. But the blade had a real shrunken head on a piece of leather string, holding it on to the hilt of the blade. This being mounted on to his side, he was able to pull this out quickly, but he would not be able to use these as fast as his daggers. Decon1 had used a custom pistol. The pistol was gas opperated, so it had the choices to fire either a 3 round burst or semi automatic. The pistol had a 12 inch long barrel that went right up to the reciever of the weapon. While the gun fired .44 S&W rounds, it was extremely light on recoil, having the barrel being able to slide into the reciever by about 8 mm made the gun easier to handle in whole. While the gun itself was of a steel and carbon fibre build, making it much easier and light to use on a regular basis. But the gun had a very interesting feature with it's sights. The snowman stacked sights were able to project 3 red beams to make targeting at long range, or even hip-fire easier. This was effective for him. Though he named the gun: Decon HPP .44 Magnum. He had slotted this on to his right side, his right side was now equipped with pistol, but he had one more weapon and some pouches. Fitting on a belt around his waist he had the following munitions: 4 magazines for his 44 pistol, 6 magazines for his machine gun, and a 3 M-67's and 3 flash-bang grenades. Once he had fitted the belt he had grabbed his final piece of kit. Decon1 had made many weapons, but none were as bizarre as his double gun designs, what he had done was taken a gun apart and put it to another gun, the guns were both controlled by a single trigger, allowing him quick and effective firing. The guns used to make this was a tar for the main build and then a G36 for the under-barrel mount, both guns fired at the same time, using a dual magazine system. They were pretty much two magazines placed together by a metal bar. Each magazine held a stock of 60 rounds, the rounds were fired at twice the ability, meaning quicker ammo burning, but a lot more damage. The rounds used for the gun were 9×19mm or 5.56×45 mm. The weapon was a meant to be an SMG as the stock was shortened for quick movement. The gun was named Decon HPSMG (High Powered Sub Machine Gun.) Holding this in his right hand, he would bring his left hand up and speak into the communications node. “Execute order: 384, protection protocol. Stance: hold fire.” <C>The drones from which he could control begun to move as they spun and flew up, soon they had hovered in mid-air and the male had begun to move out of the truck, his form walked down a extending ramp as the drones flew behind him and hovered around Ronald in a four, giving him maximum protection from shots as he moved out of the truck to see him. Once out he had spoken in a loud tone, his voice spoke to Ronald as he would keep his eyes on the building. “I am ready to move in, drones are protocalled to protect and make sure nothing comes near you.” <F>














RemusAkaviriRemusAkaviri WhisperAdd Friend: Kim was laid out across the couch on the far other side of the room, she toyed with her Samsung Galaxy S4 out of bordem, she didn't understand how Haru could really stand these sort of functions. The small talk bored her, from her time with the chinese triad as a hitgirl she had come to value action more than talk. She swiped her index finger across the screen launching a little red bird from a slingshot at a small structure with green pig like creatures in it. "Baituo ni bendan, Baituo ni bendan!" as the bird missed its target. "Ta ma de!" she shouted as she sat up and slammed her phone down beside her and folded her arms across her chest. She was dressed in a white crew neck T-shirt and a black leather jacket, on her lower half were a pair of slightly high cut black jean shorts to increase her mobility, tights covered her legs and hugging the tights which embraced her legs were a pair of black shin high combat boots that were laced to perfection. Her black hair seemed to fall in her face and she'd only occasionally brush it away as she watched Haru. Another thing she couldn't understand is how he could stand to be cooped up in that suit, by now if she were him she would have killed herself. It was more than apparent that she was not big on formal dress. Strapped across her back was a Katana with a ribbon flowing from the bottom of the handle. "Guh, Haru...Ni weisheme zheme nan mingbai." Meanwhile across the way cooped up in an obscure hotel room was a blonde german girl, posted up on her bed was locked and loaded Anzio 20mm, she sat with her back to her bed as she stared at the ceiling waiting for either her 'shift' to end, or for something to go down so she would no longer be bored and left alone with her own PTSD affected mind. Normal PTSD patients have mass freak outs, or sit in a corner crying, but Liz's case was different, it was a story she kept a secret. After all it was usually better if people didn't know about her disorder, and it was even better if no one other than Haru knew she was the affamed "BlackBird" Imfamous in germany for her insane vigilante kills. Haru sat at his Desk and rapped his fingers against the top mimicking the rythem he'd had stuck in his head.




TungstenStrike: For some strange reason the apartment building caught his eye wanting too set up down here for the longest time now to expand the chain of commands that are currently located in downtown side of Los Angeles thinking if they can link up with any other families that they would form a west side based alliance getting things moving along those lines but first the main thing on his mind right now is getting this business completed wanting to see exactly what goes on at this current point in time. "George Ivan.Stay here don't move a muscle unless you get the message it's almost time to start moving again and getting busy, you will all be rewarded in full before texting the message towards the other male knowing his back is being watched with plenty of firepower he'd grin before sending the text using his middle and index fingertips.- Alright wait for my signal if anything goes down fire at will take no prisoners if provoked.- Ron sent the message still interested in the apartment building as it stands deciding to move towards it using his right foot too take off at a slow teasing pace deciding to let his curiosity guide him, the saying "Curiosity killed the cat." Doesn't apply to him so deciding to let it guide him he'd offer a toothy grin before heading towards the door of the apartment speaking in a low tone."Now let's see what's up there. Hello is anyone hommmmmmmmmmme."Speaking in a loud tone not knowing what's out there or behind the door you'd wonder if he was bat shit crazy before knocking on the door of the apartment with his right hand wanting too speed things up and get this over with wanting too see how this all unfolds before texting .- Be on standby.- While keenly awaiting what happens next his hand in his at his side in a very relaxed position eager to see what is going to go down after this.