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Who Told Us? He Dreams. Started by: _Issei_ on Feb 03, '24 19:17

"Issei..." Someone called for the dragon, he stirred, his eyes wide and bouncing about the place as he struggled to stand. The sounds of cries, of laughter, and his brows scrunched up finding something terribly amusing. 

"Issei..." They called again, their voice insistent and for a moment, he wondered, Nola? Shaking his head, his eyes narrowing and the sudden insistence of his name stirred him from his coma. 

Wrenching a dark socket open, his vibrant eye opened and took hold of the world that was before him. Pathetic, what a terrible man he once was filled with the ambitions of a fool.

"Baki," Issei uttered. His voice suddenly cool, etched with the worst of his trials as his eye glared suddenly to the silvery blonde opposite him who shrugged with a whispery softness to him. "Is it time?"

"The chairmen have called for you, at last. Let us go, I won't hope you speak of the past longer. It's been five long years, these shores have changed and I don't think they will give you any recompense for what you've paid already." Kiba's voice was as cool as Issei's, however, a touch of sympathy if mixed with condescendion played into the soft velvet thing. 

"Is that so?" Issei studied his hands, the scars and the injuries, the loss of a friend he had once held dear and the peace, the tranquility he held at being free were a bit too much. 

The great red, a title which rocked fear into his allies and enemies both, perhaps he would bring it to prominence once more. "Perhaps we may get going, I won't wish to think further on the plague that is my past either." Try as he might, Issei could not work himself into a smile as his world seemed to form before him and his eye swiveled to find another. 

"Is this whom has called me?" Issei studied the man, his bulking if intimidating demeanour perhaps would have scared those who had not gained the practice such as he. "Do you have it?" Issei fished around inside his pockets, a soft, if pausing smirk had worked its way onto his lips. 

"This is Federico Andolini, Issei. He has a job, as do all of us in the organization of our heroes. We are paid well, even as famed dragons, are we not?" Baki had made to pour himself a glass of wine, not the usual swill it seems, he must be nervous or stressed for the job. 

"Hm, fair enough. Please, Andolini, speak." Issei directed his gaze over to the tanned man who'd only paused for a brief second handing him a manila folder, how professional, speaks leagues above above what is the usual of this life. "Hm, Philadelphia? The Old City District? Do you have directions, Baki?" 

Humming, the two partners hadn't seemed to give the italian anymore importance as they traded looks. "Fine, we can be on the next ship off this island and to you, Andolini, prepare some humble hotel. I won't make do as some pauper. This is the finest of Kuoh linen." With his whispery tone, Issei watches as the man leaves with a hum parting his lips suddenly. 

"Yes. This might make do, now, who was I meeting?" Issei looked up to Baki, the man hovered strangely even as Issei stood and quickly found his favourite red shirt. He'd have to make do with something, even if he would have to do some shopping somehow. 

"A woman, Capa Chromatik. You've been called back to that dreary place, are you sure this is something you can do? I don't want for you to waste time even." Baki slipped to Issei a swirling glass of wine as the two traded another look. 

It was a gracious if pleasing sip, the notes were rather off, but then again, he'd hardly drank before. It was a moment to calm his nerves, have a smoke before he was set off on this new job.

If only he could prove it to be as beneficial as it was last time. "I'll be fine, as you said, my friend. It has been some time since people recall me, the Red Dragon is forgotten. In his place stands something different, now, let us be on our way, no?" Issei picked up a few bags and some rolls of yen, his eye tired and for a moment, his ease slipped. 

Once more, a name uttered to him in the bleak silence as he recalled it, Nola. He hoped she'd rested well, wherever or whatever she may be, the friend that had brought him peace. 

Maybe in some way, in some odd desire, he had wished to see her again. The search that would go on forever, something that had worked another smile from him. 

To Philadelphia he goes.

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Issei arrived with not much pomp or notice, Philadelphia, well, it'd changed. In fact, during his last surveyor of the times, he had not ever visited the city of brothers as they heralded it. 

He thought it under his notice, before he had settled in Las Veags. He recalled so many, the King of Pitbulls, and the Lady of Poison. There was also the strange man he had married in a vegas wedding, perhaps it was his bender, when he had gotten mind-numbingly drunk before hitmen had stormed into his compound...

That had led him down memory lane as his eyes took in the countless bars, resturaunts and even a Casino. He'd heard some terrible things about it, apparently it was bad luck that place. 

Owners died off quicker than they could Pavanno, Issei cracked a smile at that. 

"Iss," Baki strode next to him, offering him a chip as the two walked through the chilling city. "The meeting's set for eleven, something about the weather changing I'm not too sure. Think the boss is held up in some speakeasy, either way, what are we here for?" Baki insisted with a pause and a coy brow raise. 

"Business, the chairmen wanted me to set up here again, make an effort or something. The american market is fucked up, they've got competition and cocaine, the biggest seller ain't doing anything for the bottom line. I've already got a few of the donut-chugging chucklefucks on the payroll, a good quadruple of the guys." Sitting down at a park bench, they watched as a few men traded some words back and forth, they were angry...

Huh, was that? Yeup! It was a therapy office for anger management, Issei wondered how that would have gone. It was some super funny shit, he leaned back and glanced back at Baki. 

"That's all? They could have opened a ton of markets, elsewhere. Why are we back here? Again, even closer to New York. You realise that place is not all that fun, right!?" Baki continued, his words coming into a sudden bit of hurt as the two of traded another look of sorts. 

Issei didn't know what to say. Most things about the mob or the market here were sort of a lie, but he wanted to say goodbye, at least. He didn't know where she was, he hadn't known if she even went back home to England. Yet, she was here, when he last knew and it felt like their last conversation, well he needed answers. 

"I know. It's where a lot of bad shit happened. It doesn't make it any less difficult, but I'm also here to do a job. If you don't trust me, don't understand what it is I have to do here, then we're in fucking trouble." Issei laid it flat as the dream seemed to shatter, of course, he knew what he had to do but when had that stopped him before?

Years ago, he had an entire team dedicated to the Oppai Legion, now? He was still the same man, a slight more marred and only the least bit bothered by the politics of what he was trying to set up.

He'd Baki at his side, one of the strongest of his former regime. He found it amusing, but he would make sure that everything was prepared. 

Looking at his watch, the two of them sighed. "You sure she even knows me?" Issei muttered, taking another chip from Baki as the two of them made way to the Speakeasy that may or may not have played host to the new organization they'd be getting involved with. 

"She asked for you, by name. Apparently you are as popular as the rumors say, something about getting your lazy ass out of retirement. Hey, her words, not that I wasn't thinking them." Baki chuckled when Issei shoved him off to the side, they found themselves entering a calm if relaxed walk before they found themselves entering a clearly mob-related territory. 

"Be easy, let me do this." Issei strode ahead of Baki, smiling and working his way through, it was a couple of grunts and whatever but he'd have to ready. "Come on, Baki, boss is waiting."

Without another word, the two of them were off on another adventure.

It was only a hope that the dreams didn't end anytime soon.

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