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Nite has a minion!
Niji the Spectrum Birdy
Niji the Spectrum Birdy
Nite
Legacy Name: Nite
The
Spectrum TelenineOwner: Nataku
Age: 20 years, 2 months, 3 weeks
Born: December 24th, 2005
Adopted: 20 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: December 24th, 2005 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 15
- Strength: 26
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 30
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 25
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Manager
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It really wasn't a bad deal when you thought about it. Really, it wasn't.At least, not for someone like Nite.Besides, Fritz had a way of conveying it to him in very... convincing ways.This wasn't the first time he'd stolen one of these kinds of cars. One would think if a person was going to buy a car that cost more than half a million dollars, they'd buy one that came with a better security system. Or at least spend another hundred bucks and have one put in. But that really wasn't his problem now was it? No, three paper clips, a screwdriver and a broken half of a CD and Nite was soon to be on his way to driving out of this garage with a rather expensive new toy. He'd fence it, most likely. It was worth more to him in hard cash right now, even if it was a fast car, and Nite really, really did like fast cars. But he raced with other cars. More... discreet cars. There were less questions asked when you drove a car that looked the same as a thousand other cars in the city. Less likely for the police to pull you over when your car had the same bland exterior as the one next to it. Nevermind that what was under the hood was a different breed entirely, since when did police ever look that far? Never, he answered himself as he wiggled the broken half of a CD into the narrow gap under the oil pan to wedge it between the gaps into the lock control chips. He wiggled himself back out from under the low-slung car, white-furred ears dragging along the cement floor. Still, it was clean cement, no oil spots or puddles of radiator exhaust. Of course a garage like this would be clean though, it belonged to some rich snob who obviously had more money than brains. Whoever they were, they probably had some servant or other, the poor sop, who came in here and cleaned the floor. It was really a silly thought to Nite, to waste money on something like that, but he was still thankful that his victim's money kept his white fur clean that evening as he pushed himself off the floor, pulling the bent paper clips out of a pocket. The first one went in, twisted, and wedged down in the bottom of the keyhole, while the second he pushed up to the top of the same opening, listening with his head pressed against the side of the door, until he felt as much as heard the pop of the metal pins sticking. He released both slowly, satisfied as they held their positions that he had done the most difficult part. He pulled the third and final paper clip from his pocket, and eyeing the keyhole closely, as if it were some great prize (to Nite, it was), he jabbed the end of the paper clip into the center of the keyhole. The resulting ping of the lock mechanism opening cracked a grin on his face, and he pushed himself up from his knees on the floor to stand and open the unlocked door. The smooth click of the door cracking open only further confirmed his success, from here it was just... Nite never did finish that thought. Sharp pain blossomed from his chest as a cloven hoof connected, the force knocking him back against the door he had just opened, slamming it shut as his skull whipped back into the driver's window with a dull thunk. His vision blurred as his knees buckled under him, sending him sliding down to the ground, back up against the car he had just sought to steal. He gasped for breath, but nothing happened that first try, only more pain as his vision continued to swim. He tried again, his already excruciating chest now screaming for oxygen, managing only a short gulp of air that sound more like a hiccup as his head rolled down and forward towards his chest. Slowly through the pain his vision cleared enough for him to see the source of his demise, a pair of sharply cloven burgundy hooves placed squarely on the smooth cement before him, deep crimson fetlocks falling behind them to brush upon the spotless floor. Well, not spotless anymore, as a drop of bright blood ran from Nite's black nose to fall upon the cement. So much brighter red than the fur that belonged to the two hooves in front of him, Nite's foggy mind mused in a daze, so slow he didn't even notice that there was only one hoof in front of him. Didn't notice that they had moved until his head was once again slammed up against the car door, forcing a gasp of pain up from his lungs to escape from his muzzle as his eyes rolled up, vision blurring again as he tried to focus on.... something gold? "Do I have your attention now?" The voice was calm, even, and bonechilling. The hard hooves pressed into the canine's chest, forcing him to push himself back and up against the car to be able to breath as Nite quickly made a small nod of comprehension through the throbbing in his skull. "I don't appreciate people distracting me from my work. I'm a very busy person, so you know, and these distractions," The sharp hooves clenched slightly on Nite's chest then, forcing another small gasp, "Do not bode well with my schedule." When Hakkou was born, he went with them, fairly well bi-lingual by the age of six. And when the yakuza and mafia decided to expand into Centropolis, Hakkou's parents were sent to help head the operation. When the young spectral Telenine came of age, he was already well familiar with operation and had proven himself quite useful. Although the occasional bickering between the families led to him being kidnapped more than once... And when it was decided they needed a more 'legal' looking front, Hakkou, already well known for his smooth-talking charm that had diffused multiple difficult situations within the family in the past, became the choice. So he 'opened' and escort and transport service, and sought to find residence in a 'normal' house, away from something that could be linked to the family. He found the add for Tsuichi's house, no less. Confident in his ability to evade her notice, he moved in. The question remains though, just how much do his 'roomies' know, and what are they going to do about it? How to make a Spectral Telenine - with pictures! |
| This is other art links section Hakkou Reference picture by Nataku Human Hakkou by Envogue Human Hakkou Sketch by MagnusVale Hakkou in racing gear by Fluxxer Hakkou Headshot by User not found: jezdzic Hakkou going ZOOM ZOOM by Keestal Pet overlay image by Keestal Page coding by Retro and updated by Asmodeus |
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