NPF Avatars 5 - Capitalism Has Made It This Way

[TheBlindMime]

TBM rapped his fingers against the counter anxiously as one of the many incantations of Rei beamed at him. He couldn't see her beaming, but the thought that she was beaming sent him up the wall. "Can I just have my sword back or what?"

Rei dipped her head to the left with a cutsiepoo smile upon her face as she did, TBM hated cutsiepoo faces. Yet another good reason for him to not be able to see. As she transmitted the transaction to one of the many Rei's to relay visually to Pedro, TBM only grew more anxious.

Normally that katana was his only means of defense, normally he lived on the edge of a keen blade, in a life divided by pleasant buffoonery for the masses and killing those who were too troublesome for the mime-yakuza. TBM had joined the mime-yakuza as a helpless child, ironically orphaned by the group which later took him in and raised him to be one of the best. So normally that katana was the only thing that protected him from the kind of death he so readily inflicted.

Unfortunately when you go into most places these days they make you check your samurai blades and what TBM believed to be a weapons locker turned out to be the participant item submission locker. Now he had to wait for word on high to get it back.

Pedro eyed the projection with a half-hearted sigh, "I was hoping for more groveling, people aren't groveling enough to me. Whatever he can have it."

The bubbly Rei handed over the weapon, stiffly tapping TBM on the chest. "Here you go dummy." Somewhere Pedro was laughing.

"Many gracious thanks." TBM bowed low and respectfully before marching out of the room striking just about everything on his way out at shin level with his walking stick/katana. One of the many shin's he struck belonged to an old friend.

"Augh, Mr. Mime!" The man angrily cried, in no way speaking to a pokemon of the same name.

TBM paused to consider the voice, which he recognized to be an old acquaintance. "Why Mister Takeshiro what are you doing here?"

"Why indeed Mr. Mime!" Still not talking pokemon, "Why would I be forced to come out here on one of the many private jets our family graciously provides to meet you here in NPF city?"

TBM paused before realizing it was a question directed to him. "Perhaps to congratulate me upon my performance in the tournament, I was only out in the first round by two!" He held out two fingers to prove his point.

"No, Mr. Mime, I'm afraid that no one in our family approves of your actions here in NPF city. Especially your flagrant disregard for the most sacred of rules, no mimes are allowed to speak!" TBM could tell by his tone that Mr. Takeshiro was more then a little peeved about him breaking the super number 1 ultimate rule of mime-ing while in a mime-yakuza. You know, the one about not talking.

TBM shifted back a single step as he heard the shuffling feet of the four mime assassin's around him. "Well..." TBM said as he slid his foot back and took a defensive stance his hand atop the hilt, prepared to draw at the slightest move. "Perhaps it is time I admitted that I am more then just a mime."

"I feared as much." Was Mr. Takeshiro's only reply before turning his back, the four mime assassin's dashed in. There was a sudden burst of smoke that concealed TBM, the sound of a single sword unsheathing and the clang of metal blades ringing against each other was all most could hear of the battle. While it only lasted a second, the few who saw it would always recall it as one of the funniest things they had seen that day, this act losing very closely to IC taking a hammer to the gonads.

As white cane's scattered everywhere a triumphant TBMoichi slid his sword back into its sheath carefully, as it locked back into place the four mime's around him exploded in a flurry of over-pressurized anime blood. TBMoichi was dressed as a low ranking masseuse now and though he was a little overweight he seemed somehow agile. As TBMoichi stepped away from the splatter he could hear Mr. Takeshiro hyperventilating, TBMoichi stopped just beside him and leaned a bit closer. "Do not look for me ever again," he whispered, "I will see you before you see me."

TBMoichi smirked at the wordplay as he walked away from the man he had once called father and the life that had bathed him in blood. He was humming an easy going tune just before he stepped in line behind Fenris.