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In an ancient Terran language long forgotten, Ĭtpraṽmår meant something like "rugged mountain range." Ironically, the prison with this name is located in the middle of a flat plain, in a tidal basin. It belongs to the Terran National Government, which for all its reputation as a government of a relatively lawless world, perhaps fittingly operates very few prisons across the planet, no more than two in each region. The prison is a sprawling complex surrounded by three walls, and confines about a thousand people at any given time. It is magically fortified. The land around it is not entirely desolate, as outside the walls the wardens saw fit to cultivate at least some farmland.
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Ĭtpraṽmår Prison

This prison lies several hours outside of Wing City in the heart of Aslund. It lies in a flat plain with nothing visible for kilometers in any direction.

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Ĭtpraṽmår Prison is a part of Caldonia.

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Arianne Drulovic [143] "Call me what you will, Ms. Shaw," said Drulovic, inclining her head almost dismissively... "I imagine I could be called almost anything, and it would be, at least partially, true."
Hokushin [126] Warrior-Monk from the order of Raizen, and member of a secret elite unit.
Aeka Takayama [78] The youngest princess in the Takayama family, snobbish and proud.
Keiko Takayama [45] Former Taiyou Empress, thought dead for nearly a quarter century.
Carlossss [1] Friendly

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Eyes obscured by shadow darted back, and fourth to watch the guard as she resumed her count. He focused his Ki, he would have to return to his own cell before the count reached him, still hidden in the shadows with the Shadow technique, he watched the guard head off.

The distinct smell of incense filled the cell, the sweet aroma of incense from the farthest reaches of the Niihaman mountains, the smokey incense wafted out through the cell, and into the pod. The walking guard would too likely smell the incense, and find Hokushin cross legged in the center of the cell, eyes closed, in a meditative stance, the distinct feeling of eyes being on Ulrich never really seemed to fade, and where Hokushin had jabbed him turned into a nasty, and painful bruise. Ulrich was marked.

Before the other guard could leave Hokushin’s cell, he opened his eyes, and offered a grin.

He watched the shadows dance under the door, his grin remaining in the shadows.

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Kestelman had given Ulrich a contemptuous look when she took his clipboard, but continued down the pod, marking each cell's occupant as she passed. The Taiyou detainee was an interesting one. Word had trickled down from the warden's office that he was waiting for pickup by the NPA. Seemed like they were taking their damn time. And of course, by the time Kestelman came by the cell where he'd been stashed for the time being, he was grinning at her like a fucking cat. She scowled, marked him on the sheet, and moved on, noting that Ulrich was still at the former TIB director's cell. "Finish up," she said, in a warning tone.

When Ulrich finally left, the old woman struggled to return to sleep. Such troubles had plagued her for decades now. It didn't help that the other officer had flipped the switch to turn the cell lights back on, the painfully bright lights illuminating nearly every corner of the space, and burning red even when she closed her eyes. The aroma of incense offered an illusory calm. She remembered the scent from her time on Niihama. She remembered too, what strange years those had been, the long years away from home first on Langara and then in the heart of the Taiyou Empire. She'd been a prize to be taken, claimed, won - it had disgusted her, all of it. But the old woman had always played her part. She was nothing if not dutiful and constant.

Sleep evaded her.

When morning came, the meal trolley rattled down the hall, an officer she didn't recognize unlocked the panel covering the slot in the cell's outer door, and slid the breakfast tray through before shutting and locking the panel again - all without so much as uttering a single word. Every part of Drulović's body seemed to scream in agony, the joints and bones stiff and swollen, old wounds aching sharply, and her hand trembling. She did not bother to move and attempt to retrieve the tray. She knew in an instant she wouldn't be able to make it the six feet from the bed to the door, not today.

She suspected it would be much the same until Aeka and Kendra returned to Shintenchi.

For the entire rest of the day, stretching into the rest of the week, no other visitors came for her. Only one brief letter in the mail, and another shot for the supposed contraband, signed by an officer whose name she didn't recognize. Even yard time was meant to be alone, while in solitary. She didn't suppose she'd have a chance to thank Hokushin, at least not without even a single slip of paper and something to write with.

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In the days that followed, Hokushin would be seen, sitting in the middle of his cell, in the same place, every time. Whenever someone brought him food, he moved to eat, and neatly replace the tray near the door of the cell. It was like clockwork, it seemed Hokushin never slept, as he was never found in his bunk, rather he sat cross legged in the center of the cell, every day, when he wasn’t eating. It seemed Ulrich didn’t come back, of course the bruise in his chest served as a constant reminder, and stubbornly refused to heal.

It was on the fifth day, when the officers were making their checks, that Hokushin finally stood up from his spot in the cell, he was standing just a foot away from the bars that kept him separated from the rest of the pod.

“I want to see the Superintendant, why has the consulate not sent for me.” He called out, but figured the guards would ignore him anyway. He had planned for Ulrich to go to medical when the bruise didn’t heal, and when the report inevitably crossed Dr Krstveka’s desk, she would have enough sense to connect the dots.

Inevitably, Hokushin found himself seated cross legged back in the center of the cell, they only came for checks, and meal deliveries. He chuckled to himself, they didn’t even search his cell for contraband. Ulrich must have kept quiet.

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To his credit, minimal as it may be, Ulrich had instead gone to seen the doctor in town, rather than seeking help from the medical unit on the facility grounds. The doctor, an elderly man with almost cartoonishly large ears dropping on either side of his head, had stared in equal parts consternation, fascination, and horror. "Four days, and still such agonizing pain, without any sign of healing?" Ulrich had grunted a response. "This is no normal injury. It must be magical, supernatural, some other kind of force behind it." So Ulrich had done his best to avoid G Unit altogether for now, while quietly asking around to find out who knew anything at all about the Taiyou detainee who hadn't even been convicted of anything yet. Some rumors put it down to a political dispute the Taiyou preferred to keep quiet; others, to the former intelligence director's vast spy network. Ulrich knew it didn't matter exactly how the monk had gotten there. What mattered was finding out when, if at all, he'd be leaving.

Andrijana had kept her end of the bargain. The NPA hadn't even had to be contacted, and most of the employees at the facility were none the wiser. But she'd heard nothing yet about a rendezvous in Shintenchi. She was beginning to wonder whether, if at all, it would actually take place. As if by serendipity, though, the same day that Hokushin called out to the officers in G Unit, who were adept at casually mentioning inmate cop-out forms without ever actually making any effort to distribute - let alone collect - any such forms, Andrijana called down for Hokushin. "Just bring him up, easy."

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It was easy, they listened, or so he thought, but it no doubt ran deeper than that, as he was being brought down from the unit to the office, a mail clerk peered into the office with a stack of envelopes, most of them were from the central office, or various law offices, mostly appeals paperwork, or court dates.

“You got a weird one today.” The clerk said with a look of confusion, as he pulled one envelope in particular from the stack, with a large ‘Par avion’ sticker on it, along with a postmark from the Narita Central Post, and a postage stamp valued at two hundred yen, the return address was printed in Terran English.

“The Offices of Her Honorable Shogun Takara Sato
1-1-1 Chuu, Narita-shi, Narita-Ken, Shintenchi”


The Clerk looked at it weirdly, the letter smelled faintly of cherry blossoms.

“Think it’s real?” He asked, handing the letter off, before turning to leave to carry out their duties.

When Hokushin was lead into the room, and should the envelope be opened, there would be a single piece of plain stationary inside, it had a date, and a time handwritten in a rather expensive calligraphy ink.

Hokushin stepped into the room, hardly resisting against his restraints, as they hung heavily from his body,

“I marked him.” Hokushin reported. “Health checks will reveal our mutual foe.” The Mazoku said cryptically.

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"Weird keeps things interesting." Andrijana took the letter, sliding a finger beneath the seal to open it, and gently sliding the paper from the envelope. She looked down at the delicate handwriting. Well, there was no real need for subtlety or subterfuge at this point. The message was clear. It would be another week. One more week until she'd find out what exactly Kendra Shaw wanted with the woman who'd been imprisoned for freeing her. She turned the letter facedown on the desk, and set it atop the stack of other mail, to be dealt with later. Maybe she'd send some of it down to counsel's office in the basement.

When Hokushin arrived, Andrijana raised an eyebrow at the officers who'd accompanied him. "Would you uncuff him, please? And leave us." The officers exchanged unreadable glances, but removed the restraints, stepping back into the hallway and shutting the door almost all the way. Andrijana thought she heard one of them mention something about the NPA, and the local sheriff. Andrijana motioned for Hokushin to take a seat at the table, waiting until the sound of footsteps had receded away. "Can I get you something to drink? Sorry about the officers." She shook her head. "So you're suggesting that I schedule mandatory health checks to discover the perpetrator? Is he an inmate or staff?"

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Hokushin said nothing to the guards that uncuffed him, the restraints offered the guards some semblance of security, so he didn't resist them, even though he knew in his mind he could escape them at will. Hokushin politely declined the offer for a seat, preferring instead to stand.

"I marked him with a bruise to the chest, through a small amount of my spirit energy, the wound will not heal, but the effect will eventually wear off. Drulovic knew him, they shared a past.

"His name is Shoe maker." Hokushin said, his accent distorting the words slightly. "I sensed a disturbance in Drulovic's Spirit energy, so I left my cell, and discovered this man hunched over her with a blade, I disarmed him, and marked him. I returned his blade, and let him leave, thinking that I would not reveal his intent, or his presence for fear I would exacerbate my own situation."

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Ulrich Shumaker. What an awful mess. Andrijana sighed. "I thought something was going on for him, but I didn't know what." And very few of the officers were willing to speak to her anyway. They'd always seen her as an outsider. They still did even though she'd now been there ten years. "I don't think mandatory health checks will be necessary, since you've been able to identify him." She didn't bother mentioning that she had little clue what he meant by "spirit energy," but that was an occupational hazard of working on Terra. Supernatural and magical forces came in all types. "I'll call him up when he's scheduled to be on duty tomorrow, and I'll ask him." She had an intuitive sense that he wouldn't deny it once confronted either - well, not ultimately, anyway. "Did you find out how Mr. Shumaker and Ms. Drulović knew each other before?" Andrijana couldn't quite recall knowing much about where Ulrich had come from. She rarely knew, anyway. Even when she walked through the staff lounge, most of the officers would conspicuously stop talking upon seeing her approach, resuming only once she'd walked far enough away that there was little chance she'd overhear anything.

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Hokushin shook his head. "I'm not clear on the matter." He said, perhaps the man would come clean once confronted. "Some twisted sense of justice, he was confused, how Drulovic could curry the favor of royalty."

Hokushin paused. "Word is not common here, that both His Imperial Majesty, and Her Highness both owe their very existence to Drulovic, and the actions she took that fateful night she chose to release Her Majesty from custody." Hokushin explained, folding his hands in front, interlacing his fingers.

"Your entire staff is corrupt, and compromised; something like this should have never come to pass." Hokushin chided. "But it is not my place to dictate how you run your facility, I can only offer my own counsel while I am here."

The towering warrior kept his calm, it was obvious he was well disciplined, humble even. "Staying here has presented me with an opportunity to train my mind, and I thank you." He said, inclining his head.

"Did you require anything further?"

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"Unfortunately, mass firings are both generally unethical, and would be met immediately with the strongest possible resistance from the union," said Andrijana, leaning back against her desk, arms folded loosely over her chest. "Believe me, I've tried." It was no wonder the staff's attitudes toward her ranged from neutral ambivalence on average to openly hostile among a rather outspoken contingent. "I've recommended to Central Office they shut down this entire facility, and start over. The director thought I was joking. I wish I were." She shook her head again. "I'm ... well, I'm glad staying here temporarily has been a positive experience for you. You're one of very few who'd say that. Even among the staff. So - I haven't gotten any other reports from G Unit. I'm assuming Drulović is still alive, in one piece, and relatively uninjured, or at least, not significantly more so than she was last week?" Andrijana was surprised the old woman hadn't threatened to file any lawsuit yet either - the ones who'd been brought down from lofty positions of wealth and power usually were the most vocal in threatening to sue for literally everything under the sun. The former intelligence director hadn't so much as filed a single grievance - not even after she'd apparently been assaulted by one of the officers.

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Hokushin shook his head. "Do not be mistaken, everything presents some form of opportunity, or another, no matter how harsh, even the mightiest volcano can still mold the finest diamonds, the hottest flames of adversity can forge the sharpest blade. Such is an opportunity you now have before you." Hokushin commented.

"Princess Aeka is shocked, and appalled with how this facility has been running, I am not sure how it would be seen here, on Terra. But if this facility was exposed, and propagandized by a foreign government, would that not incentivize it's shutdown to save face?" Hokushin inquired, his eyebrow raised quizzically.

"Perhaps rather than shut the facility down, adopting strict discipline regimens that mold the highest exemplars of your correctional system. strict discipline that molds and rehabilitates model inmates, and model staff." Hokush suggested. "In line with the code of bushido."

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"Discipline requires enforcement," Andrijana pointed out, "and enforcement requires cooperation, at least from the upper echelons. You can see how well that would work." She had very little real power, at the end of the day, and she knew it. Central Office had all but abandoned her here in the middle of nowhere - a move she thought was definitely intentional - and even the others in management here at Ĭtpraṽmår showed very little deference to her. And of course, she couldn't count on the inmates to back her - she was the enemy, as far as they were concerned, emblematic of the very prison that held them. "What would you propose? I've heard Taiyou prisons are run in a very authoritarian way - how does that actually work out, for rehabilitative purposes?" She'd never been able to make any visits to other systems, let alone other galaxies, to learn how other prisons operated - what to do, what not to do. She'd seen half of the TNG's facilities in one capacity or another, and while none of them were particularly pleasant places to be, or particularly smoothly operated, this one was solidly in the bottom half. Not the worst facility by far. But rife with corruption that nothing she tried to do had ever been able to stifle or prevent, and the site of disastrous riots and escapes more often than should ever be possible.

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Hokushin quietly pondered, he had spent time in his youth in one of Niihama’s prison arcologies, for a relatively minor offense before he dedicated his life under the tutelage of master Raizen, he had actually met another monk that had introduced him to the order in prison, a fiery tempered man by the name of Kazuma.

“They take your ego, you are part of the community, not yourself, they take your criminality, so they can best reinsert you into society.” Hokushin explained.

“Here, you are bound and shackled, but otherwise left to your devices, the philosophy is not so in our prisons, every moment of every day is regulated, you have no time to be idle, your actions are always dictated by the regulations. It’s compelled by law, and it behooves you to work, and seek pleasure in your work. We do not put people in isolation, rather they are punished before the community, as an example to motivate discipline. I recall a time when a prisoner did not march correctly, and talked back to the guard. The prisoner was beaten, and as part of his discipline, he was taken before the rest of his cell block, and given one hundred strikes.” Hokushin explained.

“Our prisoners are not bound, they are not shackled, they are not isolated. In fact, there is only one guard to about eighty inmates.” Hokushin recalled.

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"But then you exchange shackles for beatings - I don't see how that's better for inmates' welfare," said Andrijana, raising an eyebrow. "How are prisoners meant to be rehabilitated if they only follow rules for fear of beatings?" She remembered how even the monk had been visibly upset at the sight of the old woman's clearly beaten face. It was honestly upsetting. Andrijana had attempted to investigate on her own, but no one would cooperate - not the guards, not Drulović, and certainly not other inmates. Even to the medical staff, the old woman had said nothing. Andrijana wondered why. She hadn't seemed afraid. "And besides that, it sounds like you've been yourself. What type of work was it? How is labor physically possible for all? Or not also potentially inhumane?" There were at least thirty elderly inmates here, each one experiencing their own form of physical impairments, which would make it extraordinarily difficult if not outright impossible for them to be put to work even at some of the easier tasks on the farm.

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"The Inmates are there to be disciplined, rehabilitated, and reintegrated into society, not treated like spoiled children." Hokushin commented, having unique personal experience to compare how the two prisons were run.

"Here the guards run free with little oversight, and inefficient leadership, inmates are either locked away and neglected, or allowed to intermingle freely." Hokushin chided. "They do not rehabilitate, and they present a security risk to each other, this is the flaw that allowed Drulovic to be hurt." The monk continued.

"I might recommend you visit the prison systems of the Taiyou Empire, and perhaps the Aschen Empire to see how they function, on the staff and inmate level, maybe there are facets you can borrow from them to help you run your own facility, despite the challenges the central office have laid before you."

"The work fits the limitations of the person, whether it's folding papers, woodworking, or assembly line work, work assignments rarely exceed the inmates capacity to do them."

Hokushin recalled some of the more elderly inmates in his prison time being assigned their work details, one old man was tasked with folding envelopes, another was tasked with computer work.

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"Well, the main idea here was that inmates would have a chance to live as close to normal a life as possible," said Andrijana, sighing. "Maybe it was overly ambitious on my part. I try not to send people to the disciplinary unit if I can avoid it. You probably noticed there were only five or six of you there all week. In their units, inmates can spend the daytime coming and going. If they have work - about half of them have work assignments right now - they go to work. If not, they can do whatever they'd like. I'd offer more classes, religious services, and those kinds of things, but we don't have much of a budget to hire more staff right now. And volunteers aren't very eager to come all the way out here either." Her own assignment this far away from Wing City had been meant to be a punishment, almost, professional retaliation - just disguised as a promotion. She moved up a bit so that she was almost sitting on her desk, and pushed her hair back behind her shoulders. "I'd love to visit other prison systems. See what they're doing. What not to do, and maybe some things we should consider doing here too. But there's that issue of funding." She shrugged. The last time she'd been approved for a trip was for only one night into Wing City, to testify at a Parliamentary subcommittee hearing, and they'd put her up in a two-star hotel to boot.

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Hokushin offered a slight shrug before he folded his arms in front of him, sliding his hands underneath the sleeves of his outfit, he had been changed from the traditional outfit he had been wearing, to a prison uniform like what others had been wearing.

"Flights to Langara are pretty cheap, though I think there's a lot of coordination to visit an Aschen prison. His Majesty may allow you into a facility in Shintenchi." The monk pondered.

"I've observed too much leniency, maybe it's a cultural difference." He hadn't set foot in an Aschen prison, but he heard the stories. Inmates there were subject to grueling labor conditions, and cells that barely met the most basic of conditions. But like Taiyou prisons, Aschen prisons were incredibly strict, but in different ways.

"You don't need more staff, you need solid discipline and the right staff, I'll propose to His Majesty to perhaps send an advisor, though I don't know how your office will tolerate that, I'm sure Her Highness will be willing to offer that much, as a token of our thanks for facilitating this meeting with Drulovic."

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"Sure, I'm willing to consider advice from just about anywhere," said Andrijana. "But even if the visits are approved externally, I'm not sure I can get political approval here. We'll see." Sometimes, you just had to be creative on the travel funds authorization forms - not outright lying, of course, but figuring out the best and most imaginative way possible to ask the central office to do something they absolutely would not want you to do if they knew exactly what you were doing and why you were doing it. "As for me, I'd prefer to be lenient rather than strict if I can help it. The result is that we have a high smuggling and contraband rate, and sometimes violence among inmates. But we haven't had a major riot in a few years, and I'd worry we'd have a lot more of them if I tried to impose stricter rule over the inmates. People tend to rebel if they feel constrained. And if they feel they have no control at all over their lives. Of course, in a prison, you will lose some control no matter what, by definition. But it doesn't have to be absolute." She tilted her head slightly to the side. "What do you make of the queen mother Kendra Takayama, Mr. Hokushin? What kind of a person is she like now?"

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Hokushin remained stoic where he stood, taking in the words, and listening as he pondered alternatives, the Central Office would likely not approve any visits off world, and there was the political factors to consider. But perhaps he wasn't qualified to speak on these matters, he knew from his own experience in Taiyou prison that there were no riot's, no one had time to riot, no one had time to plan a riot, no one had time to coordinate a riot, as everyone was always doing something.

"In Taiyou Prison, the inmates are forbidden from talking to eachother except during specific time periods, this deters people from coordinating, it keeps the trafficking down, and it keeps the violence down. I can say, here, I have had to maintain a keen eye on the others, but when I was imprisoned, I felt quite safe. With strict discipline, the other problems sort themselves out, do you understand?"

In response to the question about Kendra, Hokushin paused, he pondered his answer, while keeping face straight, without emotion. "She is not the monster your media portrays her to be, if that is what you're asking." Hokushin replied.

"Her Majesty was a victim of her circumstance, she fulfilled her duty with honor, and without hesitation only to be scorned by the very order she swore to uphold." Hokushin said, shifting his weight. "She is riddled with guilt, and with the passing of Emperor Tatsu, her pain has only deepened."

A few moments the phone rang, it was whoever was on duty that day.

"There's a young man by the name of... Gabriel Shaw here to see you.. I tried to wave him off but he insisted, and he won't leave."

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Andrijana had never really thought all that much about who Kendra Shaw - now Takayama - had become. Everyone had seen the stories. Everyone remembered where they were, what they were doing, the moment the Reverence had begun the glassing. But Andrijana hadn't spent much time thinking about the people behind it. It was all so far removed from her life - at the time, as a teacher. Before she went into corrections.

When the phone rang, she frowned after listening for a moment. "Gabriel Shaw? I don't know who that is. He doesn't have an appointment. Can you ask what it's about? Is he a relative of an inmate?" She mouthed, Sorry at Hokushin. This happened sometimes, usually an irate family member fed up with someone lower down the food chain on staff.

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Hokushin immediately, and visibly not only straightened his posture, but quickly adorned the all business look that he had previous with Aeka in the room.

"Let him in." Hokushin suggested. "Without delay." The Monk added, still keeping his hands interlaced in front of him, in an almost attentive stance.

The man was pondering, carefully pondering, that could explain why Aeka had not contacted them, but, it was odd, he couldn't think of anything that would make him come this way.

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"You know him?" Andrijana's brows furrowed, then realization struck. Shaw. "A relative of the royal family, of Kendra?" She spoke back into the phone. "Did he say what he's here for? You can send him upstairs." She looked to Hokushin for some explanation, catching the change in his posture and mannerisms. Definitely a relative of the royal family. Though which one, and why they were here, she couldn't begin to guess. Andrijana unconsciously straightened the lapels of her jacket, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose too. She hoped that this visitor would not bring all the intergalactic political intrigue she'd tried so hard to keep away from the prison right to her front doorstep. But the sinking feeling in her stomach suggested otherwise.

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There was dead silence in the moments it took for the guards to let the man in, once he cleared security, and found himself escorted up to the admin building, he shared nothing but disdain for the guards, afterall he was passing through.

Hokushin subconsciously straightened himself, and cleared his throat, he looked unflattering in the prison jumpsuit, and figured he would have some explaining to do. Hokushin didn't bother to answer the question, as he knew the answer would reveal itself soon enough.

The moment the door unlatched, everything revealed itself, a young man, in his late twenties, almost boyish looking. He had been well groomed, a definite contrast to the guards, and inmates in the prison. He had on a simple suit, and tie, which was tailored perfectly to fit, the blazer and pants were a fine silk pinstripe, and his shirt was a white designer affair, and the tight was a black tie, with gold thread embroidered cobras interlaced with the silk fabric.

Hokushin's eyes quickly averted to the floor when the man stepped in, and he offered a deep bow.

"Tennoheika." Hokushin said quickly, and with a great deal of deference.

The man said nothing, simply shooting an annoyed look to the guards behind him. Then his eyes settled on Andrijana, the resemblance was stunning, even more so than Aeka, who took more after her father.

His hands were in his pocket, and he had an arrogant, but somewhat laissez-faire attitude about him.

"What are you doing here?" Hokushin asked.

The man cast an annoyed look to Hokushin next, as he leaned on a rather elegant looking cherry wood cane, that was hand carved, and inlaid with gold leaf.

"That seems to be the question of the day." The man said, his annoyed gaze moving to Andrijana.

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"Andrijana Krstevska, superintendent here," said Ĭtpraṽmår's superintendent, by way of introduction. Picking up on Hokushin's reverent bow, Andrijana offered a respectful bow in greeting, still unsure who exactly 'Gabriel Shaw' was supposed to be though she was beginning to suspect she knew exactly who this was - and therefore, why he might be here. The face was far, far too familiar. Andrijana gestured for the Taiyou man to sit. "Please, have a seat. And then maybe you can tell me how I can help you. I don't believe we've met before." Something about this man felt immediately wrong. His presence seemed to chill the room, and she repressed the urge to shiver or shrink away from him. It was not unlike the way that some of the inmates - the shot callers - seemed to occupy space, anywhere. He radiated power and arrogance, two things Andrijana had long ago decided she absolutely could not stand, and one of the reasons she was so out of favor with the decision-makers in the central office downtown.

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Even leaning on his cherry wood cane, the man towered over everyone in the room at six foot, two inches. He was slender in build, yet muscular, and while he didn't seem physically stronger than Hokushin, he definitely commanded a great deal of respect. Taking a step forward, he looked to the chair.

"I'll stand, thank you, I just had knee surgery, and if I sit down, it might be hard for me to get back up." He said with a chilling smile. He didn't have the Taiyou accent when he spoke, and his Terran English was almost perfect, rather, he spoke the English words with an emphasis on different vowels, and consonants, like someone who was raised speaking a language that was not Taiyou.

He spoke Terran English with an accent similar to those who spoke Spanish, or Italian. Yet it was off slightly.

"Mr. Hokushin, what has my sister gotten you into, or Drulovic for that matter, those clothes look so unflattering." Shimizu complained.

"Tennoheika, your mother--" Shimizu promptly raised a hand to silence Hokushin. "Apologies... I didn't properly introduce myself. Gabriel Shaw is my Aschen name, I so seldom use it, so I'll use the name my father gave me, Shimizu Takayama." He said, offering a bow, but it was a disconcerting, almost creepy bow, where he leaned against his cane. "Humbly at your service."

The words dripped like venom from his mouth, Andrijana was an ant to this man, beneath an ant, and he was thinly trying to conceal his disdain. He seemed to be someone capable of abusing someone weaker, someone who couldn't fight back.

"I wanted to drop by and make sure my sister wasn't causing any trouble, and to figure out why one of my Mazoku is imprisoned here." Shimizu said with an annoyed look. "But this seems to be one of my mother's foolish errands." He said, straightening back up.

"Though- The man at your front desk was quite rude, you should remedy that, Superintendent. It would be a shame if he upset the wrong person, and something unfortunate happened to him, and his family, with so many well connected people from the criminal underworld coming through here for visitation."