Smoke'em if You Got'em [Teppei/Akira]

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Organized crime once controlled entire countries.

Why not the world?

Akira held a larger scheme for the World of the Living, to forge a network that orchestrated a rather violent turn out against a certain set of individuals. These effects were in motion already, though Japan’s Yakuza had been suffering more and more due to governmental crackdowns now and then. It was still a criminal family to be feared though improvement was always welcome, at least he thought so. A bar that held some rumor or two of Yakuza influence.

Ought to do the trick.

The black vehicle coming to an abrupt halt before the establishment as the echo of a cane struck cement beneath, departing with a cheeky grin. R. R had to have a level of confidence when handling himself in these situations, a black overcoat resting on shoulders as colors of crimson and long raven locks made him distinguishable. An idle gesture to his escort for them to wait following.

As he came beyond the threshold of the bar, a rowdy roar came as a round was free. Marvelous. He did stand out of this was less than a higher up place, coming to stride with a soft whistle to the barkeep and wiggle each brow.

."I’ll have a whiskey, as for brand? Surprise me..”

Once delivered, he took a generous gulp of the strong liquid and began taking out some yen. It was alot more than necessary for the drink as he muttered softly.

."I’m looking for a representative of a noteworthy organization. Yakuza. There’s good money to be made if you can give me a vague direction of where to find them? Not asking you to sell your soul or anything.”