|Mr Eff threatens Terry|
Upon entering this large room, one can't help but marvel at it's size. It's got to be one of the larger bedrooms in the house. The carpet is a deep red, and the walls are the opposite, a light red, with a border of chinese dragons near the ceiling. Along the far wall is a set of eloquent glass doors, with golden designs across from them. These doors offer a very pleasant view of the back yard, and, when opened, lead out to the large balcony that all of the bedrooms on one side of the house lead to. Placed against the left wall is a king sized bed, the frame made of cherrywood. Above the four-post bed is a canopy of dark red. The matress, which is incredibally soft and comfortable when laying upon, is covered by red satin sheets, and a darker colored bedspread, which is soft and fluffy, and quite warm on those cold nights, yet can be quite cool for those hotter nights. The pillows are covered with pillowcases which match the satin sheets perfectly. Next to the bed is a nightstand of cherrywood, containing a small lamp, a clock which displays the time of day, a book which the one staying in the room must be currently reading, and a telephone. Across from the bed is a cherrywood dresser, which is positioned between the enterance to a walk-in closet.
Mr Eff glares at Terry. "You've become a threat to us... But I'll admit, you did help us out last night."
Terry was moving towards the door of the bedroom when he hears the voice... he turns and meets Mr Eff's glare, his eyes widening with considerable surprise at appearance of a doughboy. Then he smirks and folds his arms, rocking back on his heels. "You'd be on o' these demonic doughboys, huh? Must admit I didn't think you were actually -real-..."
Mr Eff points up at Terry, his eyes full of hatred, "Now let me make one thing perfectly clear, you little shit, I don't give a fuck what happens between Happy Noodle Fuck and the rest of the world, but if I catch you helping him to try to stop us, I'll tear your soul to Hell!! Got that?"
Terry laughs with no little amusement, and shakes his head. "Okay. If I hadn't lived to see this with my own eyes, I'd never believe it." After a moment he stops laughing, clears his throat and looks at Eff again, quite seriously this time. Which takes quite some effort... "Look, I dunno what you're up to, but it's not doing NNY any favours. If I can help him to stop whatever the hell you're doing, then I will.. and something like you can't stop me."
Mr Eff's skin turns black, his eyes fill with rage. "DON'T PISS ME OFF! Keep out of our buisness and you might live long enough to watch us rip this piss-ant town to dust!"
Terry rolls his eyes, "Now I -know- you're bluffing. Whatever kinda 'demon' your master is, there's not much chance of him tearing this place apart. Hell, I'd play a pretty big bet there's enough power in this house alone to beat his ass into the ground ten times over.. and then some."
Mr Eff begins to laugh at the idea of being defeated. "You fool. Do you think we partake in an undertaking of this magnatude without a plan? You have no idea what we have instore for you... Let's just say we've planed a little home coming for Mr Johnny C...."
Terry raises an eyebrow, "Hm?" He tries to suppress a feeling of rising panic with the thought that this is a -doughboy- he's dealing with. For obvious reasons, this works perfectly and he remains calm. "What d'you mean?"
Mr Eff crosses his arms and stares at Terry blankly, "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to fall for that? You'll see what I mean when the time comes..." With that he vanishes...
The Usual Restaurant
You walk into a well lighted room, it's high ceilings lit by dozens of fluorescent lamps hanging from the ceiling. To the south and west are windows, which you would normally expect to see the outside world from, but looking out of them, you see only a misty gray haze. On the walls to the north and the east of the inn are an eclectic collection of paintings, photographs and even holographs of many cheap 1970's to 1980's B-movies. The bar on the east side is made out of hardwood, it's surface polished and shiny. Behind the bar, the various beverages that are served here are kept in relatively neat containers on wooden shelves. There is a large stage in one of the corners of the restaurant with a impressive sound system and a few microphones strung about it. Multiple round wood tables are in this room, near the north wall, is a double swing door that leads to the kitchen. On the east wall is a door leading to the UR's dance club and on the west one leading to the Gym. To the south, is the exit to the outside. A recent addition to the UR is a large fireplace against the west wall, it matches well to the rest of the restaurant and looks like it should have been there all along.
Ranma pikupikus. "Uh......Go with the eyebrow."
Johnny walks in, glancing at everyone here, before taking a seat in the rear of the room.
Toko tilts her head to one side, frowning slightly, "I like the eyebrow idea...but I don't know if it'll get annoying, what with my glasses. Still, it -would- look pretty cool, huh?"
Ranma shrugs. "Better that then messing with a vital blood flow spot."
Johnny pulls out a small sheet of paper and stares at it for a long time. Suddenly he jumps to his feet and runs out the door.
Center of NeoTokyo
Here you are in the epicenter of the insanity lovingly known as NeoTokyo and right in what seems to be the center lies the mysterious wonder known as Tokyo Tower, now seeming to have found it's way as an epicenter in this altered world. From here you can go in many directions to various streets and homes and wherever you may want to go. The area oddly enough seems to give off an odd aura from every direction.
Johnny stands by a pay phone tapping his hands on the glass impatiently.
Terry strolls in rather hurriedly from the west of town, glancing around and spotting Johnny he comes over to him - gaze sweeping the area over both shoulders before he turns back and greets the boy with a nod. "Hey. How's it going?"
Johnny nearly jumps out of his skin to see Terry standing there. He shrugs and hangs up the pay phone. "I was just trying to call you... good timing..."
Terry smiles a bit, "Yeah, sure. Um.. I just had a little visitor."
Johnny raises an eyebrow, "That time of the month?"
Terry shakes his head, looking quite serious. "Not exactly." He sighs and leans against a nearby wall, "One of your little doughboys just visited me."
Johnny's eyes widen in shock. "What??? Why??"
Terry shrugs loosely, sighing again. "To tell me to back off. The damn thing came right into my room and warned me not to mess with it. Look.. I think they're planning something. Well, I -know- there's planning something. Try not to go home for a while, okay?"
Johnny raises an eyebrow, "Go home? Home's back in the United States. Ain't no way I'm going back there..."
Terry shakes his head, "I mean your apartment. Steer clear."
Johnny sticks his hands in his pockets and thinks for a moment. "Um... I just came from there... What would that appartment have to do with anything?"
Terry says, "Just steer clear. They're planning some kind of surprise attack... said something about a homecoming, so I figure that's what it meant." He gives another loose shrug, "And even if it means something else.. better to stay somewhere where they can't find ya."
Johnny nods his head, "Good idea..." After a moment's thought he shakes his head and mutters to himself, "...homecoming? Weird..."
Terry kicks off from the wall and runs a hand through his hair. "This whole thing's weird. To be honest, I really thought you were just crazy.. shows how much I know."
Johnny grins like a madman, "I am crazy! The question is, how much?"
Terry raises an eyebrow, then chuckles. "Yeah, guess we should all ask ourselves that question. So you wanna grab a drink or you got better things to do?"
Johnny nods his head. "A drink sounds like a good plan... Lead the way..."
Terry smiles and heads into the door of the Usual...
The Usual Restaurant
Terry walks in, looking in serious need of a drink...
Johnny follows behind Terry, grining like a loon.
Toko sticks her tongue out at Ranma, "You suck. Terry! Man, I've been looking forward to seeing you. What would you like to drink?"
Crux Caedon blinks and looks at the two. "..."
Ranma says, "Hey Terry-kun. How goes it."
Xue Qian is allready in the doorway, when terry walks in. She gives him and Ranma each an acknowledging nod, before heading over to the karaoke machine, not sure she trusts that grin on johnny. Once at her destination, she begins to fiddle with the machinery
Terry nods to Ranma, chuckling a bit at the manner of address, and nods again to Xue before sliding onto a barstool and grinning at Toko. "Heya, Tokes. Due to one pretty huge event, I'm back on a double scotch.. oh, and," he waves a hand in Johnny's general direction, "Whatever NNY wants, too."
Ranma plinks. "What happened?"
Johnny chuckles as he sits near Terry. "I want something with alot of cherry flavor in it... My god I could kill for a Cherry Brain Freezy. Um, you got any thing like a cherry slushy?"
Crux Caedon waves at Terry and Johnny slightly. "You two beat the snot out of each other again?"
Johnny grins at Crux, "Not yet..."
Toko nods to both men and turns around to prepare their drinks. Setting a double scotch and a cherry slushy on the bar, she grins, "I'm getting a tattoo and a piercing for my birthday. As usual."
Johnny gabs the slushy with unseen enthusiasim and begins to quickly gulp it down, pausing only when the brain freeze hits him, making him see stars. "Ooooh, that's good!"
Terry winks at Ranma, "I'll act like I didn't hear that.." Then he turns back to Toko, still grinning. "You are, huh? So when's your birthday?"
Xue Qian meawhile continues dabbeling with the sound and music equipment, only partially hearing the conversations, but only partly paying attention, anyway. Suddenly, theres a loud burst of feedback, which she quickly reverses via the same dial ^_^;;; "oops.." (note to self: avoid that one...)
Johnny, upon hearing the feedback, eyes Xue suspiciously...
Terry laughs, "Well, that makes for two damn good nights if you can find the right person..." he blinks and then adds, "Which you did some time ago... how is Mel anyway?"
Toko makes a little face, "I have no freaking clue. I haven't seen her in forever, and it's starting to drive me a little nuts."
Terry lifts a hand to his head, raising an eyebrow as he mimes a telephone. "Or is she totally dead to the world?"
Toko shrugs, "No idea. I haven't got a phone in my apartment and I haven't seen her around anywhere. I guess she's just working, or something...but the last time I saw her was Christmas."
Xue Qian puts on the headphones, and contines to experiment, stopping only after accidently having he volume too high, and having to wait for her head to clear from the loud burst of feedback over said headphones O.O >.<;
Johnny giggles watching Xue's problems, but can't help but wonder what she's up to.
Toko holds up one hand, "Which reminds me! Terry, can you think of a good place for me to get my next tattoo?"
Terry shrugs, "Ah, that's only a coupla weeks - as long as she's not actually ignoring you or anything you'll be fine." He picks up his drink and swirls it around a bit before knocking it back.. giving a satisfied gasp afterwards. He then hears Toko's next question and grins, "I still don't know where your others are, Toko."
Toko laughs, "You win. There's the one on my lower back, as well as here, here, and here." She points to the upper left hand side of her chest, her right hip, and a spot very low on her belly.
Johnny glances at Toko, "Ankle tatoos are always kinda cool..."
Xue Qian manages to get the headphones and volume working at the right levels, and begins looking through the list of songs on the machine, unfamiliar with 99.9% of them u.u;
Terry chuckles, "Well, you still owe me a showing.. but anyway..." He thinks for a moment, then nods and waves a hand towards Johnny. "He's right. That'd be a good one."
Toko makes a face, "Two things wrong with that. One, I want something you can actually -see-, and two...ankle tattoos are right over the friggin' bone and hurt like HELL. The only worse one that I know of is right over your spine and the inside of your wrist."
Terry says, "..or not..."
Johnny grins at Toko, "But, pain is a way of your body reminding you that your alive... You should do it for that reason alone.."
Crux Caedon blinks and stands from his table. "I'd love to weigh in, but I have a ship to catch."
Crux Caedon waves at everyone and runs out the door quite speedily.
Toko shrugs, "Pick another body part."
Ranma says, "Side of the arm"
Johnny "Hmmm..."'s for a moment. "Yah! How about something going down your right arm to contrast the one on the left side of your chest?"
Toko glances down at her sleekly muscled arm, looking thoughtful, "Hmmm...that'd still hurt, because of the muscle, but it wouldn't be even close to intolerable...Are you talking something on the bicep, or like I'm thinking, something wrapped around my arm and going down?"
Ranma says, "Both"
Johnny gets an artistic gleam in his eye, "I was thinking bicep, but I like that last idea... live a vine or a some kinda design..."
Terry nods, "Hmm... vine or maybe something a bit more, I dunno, celtic-y. It'd look good."
Toko nods and runs her finger over the smooth cords of muscle, "I could do a serpent-type dragon...wound around my arm and blowing fire...but I already have a snake on me. A celtic design might not look bad, though."
Xue Qian is silent as she finally picks a song, and listens. All other events in the room are absent in her mind for the moment as she listens to the music of this strange new world -_-
Johnny finishes off his slushy, and glances at Terry, "Hey, I need to go for a walk... You mind if I give you a call later?"
That not-so-uncommon whistle rings throughout the usual seconds before Blues 'Protoman' Light blinks into sight in his usual spot, leaned up against a bit of empty wall by the door, his arms crossed over his chest, and his gaze scanning the entire bar the moment he appears to see if there is anyone he knows present. Of course, he notices several people, but he doesn't really.. approach. Not yet, anyway.
Johnny shrugs at the silent Terry, nods at everyone else, and leaves with his hands in his pockets...