I run this------------fuckin' Town

Oh yes, Takarada was no fool. He knew the reason for his second coming. Osaka was under reconstruction, and with that there was a stable job flow, and where there was a stable job flow, there was cash circulating. No more Takarada bucks, cold, hard, flowing, real, cash. But with the tankage of one of the most wealthy businesses, the market shot way down. Far too much for Takarada’s liking. Especially for his own conglomerate. 

The president would stroke his chin, eyebrows wiggling in frustration. He knew of only one place where the market was so empty and so stagnate, so easily manipulated because, well, none of the citizens knew how to turn a dime into a dollar. Takarada knew he could monopolize the market flow here. He did so before. He used to run the black markets of Hive city, from drugs to weapons. More so weapons. He had a number of businesses, ‘Thrifty Takarada’s’ a store front to cover his own plans. 

All of them insured. All of them in Sector 4. So when he came back and saw that the sector had been burned, flooded, utterly destroyed by war…. Well, Kaneo made off like a mad man. 

He was swimming in Insurance claimed dosh. 

Drowning in his own dumb luck wealth and with it… He would begin to build his empire. Stocks. Stocks rose and fell and the only man who could predict them with ease was he. The trash talking money making, four eyed, sleaze ball. 

With a well pressed suit and slicked back oily hair, the young man strode out, his pelvis leading his steps and his gold ringed fingers pocketed. He flashed his sickeningly over joyous grin, gold teeth flashing in the light. He threw his hands out of his pockets, dumping money on the streets as his coat billowed behind him.

Call him the weather man, because he was making it rain.

   ❝My Battle Regalia is much much better than your petty crab robot thing. Well this special crap isn’t necessarily resource consuming, just fancy lights and poses and all that. I don’t need any of that money to summon my Regalia.❞ 

" 'an tha's tha' difference, yo. Yo shit be runnin' on some alien tech fuck if ah knows. Tha's why you's capped harder than me. Y'dig? Money? I can makes that. Life fibers? Nah son. Tha's whack as shit." 

He ignored the spit comments. 

“Mmhmm..”

Still, when she was offered a chain - she felt like she didn’t want to ask where it came from - she sat down. If he was wealthy and didn’t intend on threatening her, it was likely best to come to an agreement. Money was power, after all, and she intended on making something of the Schnee name in this city with time. 

But… he knew of her family’s name already? Roman? As quickly as she’d sat down, she stood and drew her blade.

" I'd settle yo tits if ah was 'chu. Y'alls bein' too gung ho 'bout some trick ah'd give no hesitation in cuttin' off fo' some dosh."

Eyeing the basic sword they gave he snorted. If she knew the strength of his Dotonbori Robo, well... That was more of his trump card really. He'd rather use it last, before it blew up again. 

"Ye, tha's his name. We was runnin' tha' underground black markets. Specifically tha' arms department. Y'feel? Business is business tho, and home boy couldn't fuckin' hang yo. Decided to bail out but they be bustin' him back in. Foo' don't remember who I is, so I guess that makes me top dawg in that market corner."

He wasn't afraid of her. He dealt with steel heiresses in the past. There was someone much more prominent than some girl with a wooden sword. 

"Damn fuckin' skippy ah did." 

Takarada spit on the ground in defiance as he gnashed his teeth.

"Yee? Well unlike yo sorry ass self, My Dotonbori Robi's got the mad equips. It don't take much to build back my suit I 'aint need no special sheeyit, just cold. Hard. Cash. That bein' said..."

He circled the other, coat billowing about before coming to a halt.

He really wasn’t listening, his attention captured by a white cat that wandered by. So fluffy, and a great time waster, so picking up the cat without a sound, he throws it at the boy, and accidentally the cats claws were all out, angered at everything now. 

Turns out cats love the Tiger of Osaka. Takarada laughs, as he walks off, adorned with the adorable ball of fluff. 

"Jokes on yo bitch ass. I be swimmin; in pussy all. fuckin'. day. Peace out fuck face. Don't let me catch u steppin' in ma' turf again."

And… ‘shawty’?

A sigh. Weiss wasn’t sure what the man was getting at by revealing the thugs to her. Intimidating? To threaten her? Pfft. He had no idea who he was talking to. “Or so you say, but what if I kicked your ass myself? I sized up those thugs, I could take them easy. And there’s no amount of money you could pay a Schnee to back off." Not when they were so filthy rich. 

Takarada would snap, one of his thugs presenting a chair as he plopped onto it. Eyeing the other once more before chuckling. Snapping once more, another Thug would place a moderately ornate chair behind the platinum heiress.

"But I like ya. You's got spunk missy reminds me of a certain other missy ah know. Schnee ah? Heards 'bout yo crew long ass time ago. Use to roll wit' some dude named Roman. He 'aint heuh no mo. Least the guy I knew. But ah guess I'd answer yo question." 

Oh. Oh. Dammit, its one of those kinds of people. 

kaneowest started following you

"Ay, ay, shawty. I can tell's you's new he'uh so how'sa 'bout a lil' run down ah?" 

With a snap of his fingers several hooded thugs stepped the corners, each one brandishing a piece of some sort, from automatics to semi, they were armed. Side eyeing each one with a snide contentment he barked orders.