dragonrazor
Boobies...BOOBIES....
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Dayne looked at his watch. He had been on the plane for almost the entire night, and it was just now landing. As the passenger jet taxied down the runway, he got up, and pulled his bags out of the overhead compartment. He disembarked the plane quickly, then went through the checkin station, and finally got his luggage. As he waited outside for his custom Land Rover Defender, with a fuel cell engine in it instead of a gasoline one, he studied a map. He had heard of heroes called Sailor Senshi, and was thinking they might be Children of the Moon, like himself. He hoped to find them and unite them, though these ones already seemed a team. He was also looking for one particular Child of the Moon. The one who was closest to him when he was on the moon. They seemed to cover much of the city, but sightings were congregated around the Cherry Hill Temple. So he climbed into the SUV, and started for it. He had inherited a mansion that overlooked the temple, fortunately, and it would be useful in his attempts to find them. As he made his way through the massive city of Tokyo, he noted how much of the scenery had changed from the old ways. Still, there were spots where oldfashioned buildings still sat amongst the massive skyscrapers.
He was a little out of place, or so he felt. He drove a big SUV, complete with a trailer containing most of his things. He carried a lot of stuff that he had had to get permits for transportation. Fortunately his father’s status as a politician had helped. Still, according to Japanese law, he’d have to get special permits in order to use the weapons he had locked in a storage trunk. Mostly blades, but there were quite a few firearms too. He knew exactly where he’d put them, too. In the basement of the mansion was a hidden room that once housed treasures and other things. His grandmother had told him about it when he was young. It wouldn’t take much work. But there were other concerns. He’d have to get furniture. In fact, he realized he’d better take care of that immediately, and used his GPS’ Bluetooth capability to order a couch, some chairs, a kitchen set, and of course bedroom furniture. The rest could be gotten later, he thought. Then he got a call from a relative, who was the lead singer of a band called Diamond Storm, which was currently in Japan on vacation. During the phone call, Dayne arranged to have the band play at a welcoming party at the mansion, a sort of housewarming gettogether. Once that was done, he realized he had to arrange for catering, invitations, and other stuff.
By the time he arrived at the mansion, he had used up the entire battery on his cell phone, and the delivery truck with the furniture was there waiting for him. He unlocked the doors, and told the movers where he wanted everything, then helped with the arrangements for the party. While all that was going on, runners from a local party coordinator business had gone throughout the neighborhood, delivering invites. Dayne had given specific instructions, but at the last moment he had also requested special invites. He had spotted a rather beautiful ravenhaired lass in a temple miko outfit on the grounds of the Cherry Hill Temple below, and had asked for a special invite for her and her friends. As such, a runner knocked on the temple door, waiting quietly. When an old man opened the door, the runner handed him the invite, saying simply ‘for the miko’. The old man grinned, then searched the temple grounds, finally finding his granddaughter in the room she and her friends used for studying. He handed her the invitation, and smiled. “Well, my dear Rei, it looks like someone’s taken an interest in you.”
He was a little out of place, or so he felt. He drove a big SUV, complete with a trailer containing most of his things. He carried a lot of stuff that he had had to get permits for transportation. Fortunately his father’s status as a politician had helped. Still, according to Japanese law, he’d have to get special permits in order to use the weapons he had locked in a storage trunk. Mostly blades, but there were quite a few firearms too. He knew exactly where he’d put them, too. In the basement of the mansion was a hidden room that once housed treasures and other things. His grandmother had told him about it when he was young. It wouldn’t take much work. But there were other concerns. He’d have to get furniture. In fact, he realized he’d better take care of that immediately, and used his GPS’ Bluetooth capability to order a couch, some chairs, a kitchen set, and of course bedroom furniture. The rest could be gotten later, he thought. Then he got a call from a relative, who was the lead singer of a band called Diamond Storm, which was currently in Japan on vacation. During the phone call, Dayne arranged to have the band play at a welcoming party at the mansion, a sort of housewarming gettogether. Once that was done, he realized he had to arrange for catering, invitations, and other stuff.
By the time he arrived at the mansion, he had used up the entire battery on his cell phone, and the delivery truck with the furniture was there waiting for him. He unlocked the doors, and told the movers where he wanted everything, then helped with the arrangements for the party. While all that was going on, runners from a local party coordinator business had gone throughout the neighborhood, delivering invites. Dayne had given specific instructions, but at the last moment he had also requested special invites. He had spotted a rather beautiful ravenhaired lass in a temple miko outfit on the grounds of the Cherry Hill Temple below, and had asked for a special invite for her and her friends. As such, a runner knocked on the temple door, waiting quietly. When an old man opened the door, the runner handed him the invite, saying simply ‘for the miko’. The old man grinned, then searched the temple grounds, finally finding his granddaughter in the room she and her friends used for studying. He handed her the invitation, and smiled. “Well, my dear Rei, it looks like someone’s taken an interest in you.”
