Welcome to Tokyo, Japan. January, 1991. The world has entered the technology era, portable phones, home computers, internet, video games. Japan quickly became the epicenter of the latest and greatest. Companies and factories flourished. Where money was, people followed. And while many rose to live a comfortable, happy, and delightful life from this new found money... Others did not. You see, money has this effect on people that can't be outdone. People will do anything for it. And when it starts slipping into the wrong hands, it's impossible to stop. Benethe the day time laborers and the double-shift workers, a seedy underbelly of syndicates exists. Narctics, black market, organized crime, money laundering, you name it and it's been growing as fast as the upper world economy. While many do it just to stay alive, there's those who make it their posh lifestyle. Either way, there's only one question. What would you do if the money was good enough?
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Ah, jeez; I really freaked the poor guy out... He looks pretty irritated...[break][break]
Seiya’s brows knitted; angling up as he righted his posture from that bow; sincere remorse in his flickering ruby gaze. He couldn’t help but take in that darker hue; though it clearly wasn’t from his own natural charms. It was beautiful none the less; with his pink hair, scarlet-tinted skin, and flecks of green from those entrancing eyes; the doctor looked damn near like a rose.[break][break]
At least his introduction seemed to ease the other slightly.[break][break]
”H-Haru?”[break][break]
It wasn’t until then that he realized his mistake.[break][break]
”I... I don’t... I don’t know who that is...”[break][break]
“Ah, hell—sorry; I guess not many people call him that... uh... Hotaru; or uh— Abe-san, I suppose would be his proper title?” [break][break]
There was confusion steeped in Seiya’s voice; he wasn’t a big fan of formalities these days. He never did get used to that new surname for his friend, either... To Seiya, Hotaru would always be Aizen Haru.[break][break]
He returned to his charismatic grin. “I just wanted to take you out for a drink! Wouldn’t be standing here if it weren’t for you,” he seemed utterly sincere in his words; the fire in his eyes nothing more than a gentle campfire flitting invitingly as he gazed that beautiful rose. “You uh, you can just call me Seiya; no reason for angels to be formal~” he chuckled; giving the other a little wink. The young man always a bit of an unabashed flirt.
The evening had brought a slew of the usual crowd; rowdy-ass salarymen clambering around like lost hogs. It was the type of night that he had a love-hate relationship with. He hated the pretentious nature and sharp mouths of the customers—but the chaos was... admittedly, kind of fun. It gave him the opportunity to vent his frustrations without remorse. [break][break]
His knuckles were bruised and lightly bloodied from his recent impromptu break. It wasn’t particularly uncommon for this sort of crowd to start acting as though they owned the ground they walked on after they got a few good drinks—and it wasn’t particularly uncommon for wandering hands to catch the bartender’s watchful eye. Seiya was always more than happy to take the trash out on a cigarette break.[break][break]
He had his work cut out for him tonight, though; the boars looking a bit rowdier than most nights. His ruby gaze quickly flit to a new face; something that wasn’t too common for him. Seiya’s friendly disposition and, well, tendency to be far louder than any Japan-born young man had any business being—had him familiar with the majority of the locals. He was watching Leo intently; weaving his way through the crowd long before he approached to take his drink order.[break][break]
A foreigner, huh? Well, ain’t that somethin’. Young; pretty face, best if I keep an eye on ‘im.[break][break]
He mused, all too happy to sashay over to the guy. He wasn’t exactly Adonis; but the older man flashed a charismatic grin on a pretty-enough face. The scent of coffee, roses, and tobacco followed him; a gentle tinge of rust from that aforementioned trash as he leaned closer to the stranger. Untamable dark chocolate curls pulled back into a looser-than-it-should-be ponytail, spilling over his shoulder.[break][break]
Of course the foreigner had to have a foreign ID... Seiya’s brows furrowed for a moment; checking the dates briefly before dismissing it as ‘probably fine’. If he was being honest; he was always a little... lenient, when it came to IDs; not the most well-behaved himself in his younger years. Not that he was ‘well-behaved’ now, either. The way he eyed the foreigner; crimson sight glued to him—perhaps an indication of that fact.[break][break]
For that first round; he kept his greeting brief—the usual shit you greet every customer with. The fella looked less than pleased with life; and for once—he thought it might be better not to jump right into informal chatter while still behind the bar. He had his hands full flitting between customers as it was. That changed real quick when he caught a glimpse of those trembling fingers light that cigarette, though. An all-too-familiar shadow hanging seemingly hanging over the young foreigner as the same ten tracks droned on and on framing the chatter of that dingy place.[break][break]
Lucky enough; he didn’t need an excuse to go check on him; Leo already clearly ready for another round. ”Two more,” he requested; right on time. Seiya gathered up the glasses and refilled them without question; taking note of the flush already hitting the young man’s face. That booze was hitting him awful fast; something he’d come to take as a warning sign—an intrinsic need to watch out for him spreading though his system.[break][break]
“Rough night, kid?” He purred; passing the drinks back over the bar. He took a moment to linger. A certain fire in his eyes as he took in the other’s visage—studying him closely. “Ain’t seen you around before. Name’s Seiya—what can I call ya?” He murmured as his elbows hit the bar below; chin resting in his hands. Seiya never much one for personal space, looming far too close; those fires in his eyes burning a hole right through Leo.
Ah, that was not a pleased sound. Seiya’s deep red gaze widened in surprise—he really had to learn to stop just... grabbing people like this. He’d clearly sent the poor angel into some kinda panic; immense guilt washing over his mind as he opened his mouth to start apologizing.[break][break]
”Wh-Who the fuck are you?”[break][break]
Ah, that’s no good; o’ course he doesn’t remember me, reason finding the hyperactive vigilante’s mind far too late. “Hey, hey, Doc, relax—relax; I ain’t gonna hurt ya—“ his accent starting to peek out; as he grew more flustered.[break][break]
”P-Please stop touching me!”[break][break]
God, that stuttered plea sent another crashing wave of guilt through Seiya’s very soul; immediately taking his hands off of the other. “Sorry—Sorry, bad habit! Won’t happen again!” His voice was strangely soft and smooth; considering his disposition. He raised his hands up as if Shu had a gun pulled; just to show his willingness to step back. It was that moment that he realized the traces of gore painting his limbs. “Oh! Fuck! Sorry!” He rushed to wipe his hands and forearms on his pants; dropping his weapons into the pockets of his jeans rather than clipping them to their place on his belt.[break][break]
“I-It’s just bad-guy blood, promise; some creeps in the ba—you don’t care about that,” he fumbled through an explanation before quickly giving up on it and taking a deep breath. “Sorry, sorry. I just got excited... uh...” he rubbed the back of his head with a sigh; flashing Shuichi an apologetic look—far too much like a puppy that had accidentally bit his master while trying to play.[break][break]
“Uhm... deep breaths... In... out....” he demonstrated the deep breathing exercise in a far too theatrical display; his movements exaggerated as he puffed out his diaphragm and let out an extended sigh; the grin returning to his features—still warm and friendly, but now steeped in the discomfort that came from distressing others.[break][break]
“Uh... the name is Kissa Seiya; you saved my life a couple years back!”[break][break]
He quickly shifted to bow his head. “Uhm—Haru brought me to you...” he managed to mumble out; forgetting that there were so few people who still called Hotaru by that nickname. Whether he’d outgrown it, or if it had just become too painful; he wasn’t sure. Though it was quite some time ago; it was one of the only times that Shu had seen any real human emotion in Hotaru; at least, since joining the ranks of Aijiwau. Desperation, fear, and grief accompanied the threat as he loomed over the tortured Doctor all those years ago.[break][break]
Seiya’s days and nights had begun to meld together; an exhaustion gripping the man that no one would ever see; masked by the fire in his eyes that seemed to burn endlessly. He had fallen into a pattern; one that had him seeing all the same faces. They were all people he loved; people he was happy to grow accustomed to; but monotony had never really suited him. [break][break]
Was it any wonder the vigilante was pent-up? The early evening paid its dues; venting his frustrations on men from his bar that couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Didn’t seem to know how to leave a lady’s skirt down—not a damn patron doing a thing to stop it. Brass knuckles still dawned and coated in fresh crimson that he barely bothered to clean. He flicked his wrists sending flecks of blood across the alleyway. [break][break]
Normally, he knew better than to wear what he considered a badge of honor out into the streets—but fuck if something utterly intriguing didn’t catch his eye. A flash of pink out in the streets; hair long and flowing that he swore he recognized. With bodies left crumpled against the brick of the alley in his wake; he scooted out of the shadows like an excitable dog catching a familiar scent.[break][break]
As he hit the light of the streets; the sun not quite set—drenching that beautiful man in a heavenly glow; it hit him.[break][break]
The Doctor...[break][break]
Three years ago; Seiya had found himself in something of an execution. Pissed off the wrong guys, saw too many things he shouldn’t have seen, the usual vigilante career-ending shit; and Seiya had never in his life backed down from a fight—no matter how clearly he should have. He’d already taken a bullet to his chest; and with the barrel of a gun comfortably nestled in his mouth; he was fairly certain his luck had finally run out. As his vision faded and he crashed to the cement; an old friend came to his aide. In one second, he saw Hotaru crying over what should have been his corpse... and in the next, he saw an emerald-eyed angel.[break][break]
Seiya never forgets a face; and with a look so unique—he certainly wasn’t about to forget the man that saved his life.[break][break]
All he knew was that the pink-haired man was some friend—or maybe coworker—something of Hotaru’s. It didn’t phase him not to know much else; his hand was already in the air with an energetic wave as though the two were old friends. “HEY! DOC! WAIT UP!” He shouted, some unbridled excitement as he bounded across the street to catch the rosy creature.[break][break]
Shu had mere seconds before fire met flower; that impassioned man throwing his arm around the other’s shoulder—no respect at all for social norms. Seiya wore a bright grin on his face; though he reeked of rust—his knuckles still glazed in gore. He wasn’t well-dressed for the chill of the weather; his jacket a victim of the night’s brawl. A black band t-shirt coated in sweat and blood; and ripped-to-hell acid-washed jeans topped off with those untamable coffee locks tugged back into a ponytail.[break][break]
“Well, hello beautiful! Long-time-no-see!” His voice had an immense pep to it; each word pouring with flirtatious charisma as if this were nothing out-of-the-ordinary. Crimson eyes alight with excitement; canines in his grin like fangs—all too much like Hotaru—though he didn’t give off a particularly threatening aura; despite his condition. [break][break]
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[attr="class","spaceBody"] about A living personification of a forest fire; nothing can match this bastard's passion. Seiya oozes charisma; far too friendly and far too touchy to be smiled upon in his home country. This vigilante works a million different odd-jobs; you can often find him tending bars, working behind the counter at cafes or bakeries, or waiting tables. He spends most of his time in Shinjuku & Rappongi. His favorite past time is getting down and dirty; whether it's kicking bad-guy ass or relentlessly flirting with some fine-ass--he's a hands-on kinda guy. A ride-or die bro with a pretty face; what more could you ask for? [break][break] friends If someone wants to be friends with Sei; they probably already are. He's a malleable kinda guy; just looking for people to have some fun with. Chaotic? Ideal. He'll wreck the town with them and have a damn good time doing it. Toss back a few drinks and get wild. Shy? He'll coax 'em outta that shell with some patience. Depressed? He'll happily lend an ear and, if welcome, some physical affection to help distract. Hurt? He's all about justice; he'll beat some ass in their name. Over-all; Seiya is an extremely loyal friend who would do anything for the people that get into his heart. [break][break] enemies Domestic abusers hold a special place for Seiya; the kinda dark place that flips his switch from a happy-go-lucky good fella to a cold-blooded murderer. He can't stand for innocents getting hurt; and Japan really falls short when it comes to protecting the people who need it most. He tends to go after the creeps in his bar who can't keep their hands to himself. He hates those who act like they own people, like they are on-par with the gods of the land. Pretentious suits that toss around money get under his skin like no one's business; having lost so much in his life over money troubles--well; he's not too fond of most affluent folks; making exception for those who have proven to him they're good at-heart. Really; at his core, he just hates those that abuse power. [break][break] romance Seiya isn't exactly the type to settle down. He's a gift that keeps on giving--to anyone that will have him. It's not so much that he can't commit to being with someone--it's more that he can't commit to only being with one someone. His heart is a wildfire that burns out of control. Passions always at their highest level. Love is a drug that he's always getting high on; and a night without a partner in his bed is a night wasted. He needs someone who won't try to chain him down; someone who can love and be loved near unconditionally. Whoever that may be will find themselves with one of the most doting, passionate, deeply adoring partners they've ever been with.
[attr="class","spaceFoot"]When you're screaming, but they only hear you whisper; I'll be loud for you!
It had been one hell of a long week for the self-declared vigilante. Too many handsy bastards out on the street acting like they were entitled to whatever kind of entertainment they so desired; no regard for the people that they dragged into their stupid shenanigans. Nothing was more satisfying than taking some slick Aijiwau suits down a peg or two. Felt real nice to be the one who spoiled their little secret-keeping way of life while getting to slam his knuckle-dusters into an ugly mug or two. [break][break]
But all that 'fun' takes its toll on a guy; bloodied bandages wrapped around his fists as he wandered about his friend's vacant apartment. That damnable throbbing keeping him from really getting any sleep. His room mate apparently had another late night; the pager on the table alerting him to a simple message; "Won't be home." Of course you won't... Seiya thought while letting out a quiet sigh and rolling his eyes--honestly a bit worried for the guy. He wasn't sure when his old friend ever slept; seemed like he never stopped working. [break][break]
Well; there wasn't any point in worrying; Haru could take care of himself. Hell; he couldn't really throw any stones. It wasn't like Sei was sleeping either; pacing around like a man possessed. The silence of the penthouse was only broken by the monstrous roar of his stomach. If he wasn't going to sleep; he might as well fill his stomach; maybe put on a pot of coffee and actually use the time he had to himself to do something useful. Shuffling his way to the kitchen; he dug through the fridge--far too lazy to prepare a proper meal. Of course; Hotaru mostly had ingredients on-hand. Seiya had already gone through all of the instant meals. With a shrug he settled on a tomato and cucumber; sounded refreshing enough in the moment and it'd be enough to shut up that rumbling in his gut. [break][break]
Only thing was... When he shut the fridge door--he could have sworn he heard another door shut. Gotta be imaginin' shit, he managed to convince himself. Not giving it much of another thought. Maybe he should have been worried; there had been break-ins in the area after-all. Seiya probably should have felt and thought a lot of things that he just... didn't. A bit of an airhead at times; he simply continued to prep his coffee; his movements absurdly quiet from years of having to conduct himself in secrecy. He'd avoided disturbing dogs and human guards alike like an art form that was now simply ingrained in how he moved about at night. It wasn't until he glanced up at the archway into the kitchen that he spotted an unfamiliar face. [break][break]
That list of should-haves kept piling up. The guy in front of him dressed in dark clothes; clearly reaching for a weapon. Perhaps, normally, Seiya would have sprung into action--no stranger to unexpected brawls. But the guy had just taken a big bit out of the tomato like it was an apple--about to do the same to that cucumber; seeds running down his chin like some unkempt child. His crimson eyes slowly taking in the form before him; nothing but a tired, moderately irate--or, more accurately, disinterested expression painted across his features. [break][break]
The hunched-over man slowly brandished his cucumber; eyes slowly starting to widen as he processed the scenario at-hand. "FRIEND OR FOE?!"
Sorry people keep me humble They stop me before I stumble Cause what I have is far too good to leave it all behind, I could I am just the average person Trying to make a lifetime worth it But I worry it'll bleed me dry Always try to catch their eyes I go where I go[break][break] You may not like it, though The world at my feet If I could find it, though But when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day I'm the better man Sorry footsteps drag on concrete Carrying their guilt in the heat But I worry it'll bring me down I feel this need to turn around I go where I go[break][break]You may not like it, though The world at my feet If I could find it, though And when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day I'm the better man Oh, honey, I'm a fool hurting you The rules make us act so cold again Oh, honey, I'm a fool hurting you The rules make us act so cold I go where I go[break][break] You may not like it, though The world at my feet If I could find it, though And when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day, oh I'm the better man Oh, I'm the better man
[div][attr="class","rinBody"][div] Sorry people keep me humble They stop me before I stumble Cause what I have is far too good to leave it all behind, I could I am just the average person Trying to make a lifetime worth it But I worry it'll bleed me dry Always try to catch their eyes I go where I go[break][break] [b]You may not like it, though[/b] The world at my feet If I could find it, though But when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day I'm the better man Sorry footsteps drag on concrete Carrying their guilt in the heat But I worry it'll bring me down I feel this need to turn around I go where I go[break][break][i]You may not like it, though[/i] The world at my feet If I could find it, though And when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day I'm the better man Oh, honey, I'm a fool hurting you The rules make us act so cold again Oh, honey, I'm a fool hurting you The rules make us act so cold I go where I go[break][break] You may not like it, though The world at my feet If I could find it, though And when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day, oh Yeah, when night becomes day, oh I'm the better man Oh, I'm the better man [/div][/div]
When you're screaming but they only hear you whisper, I'll be loud for you!
A man like a forest fire. He burns so brightly; physically incapable of holding back his emotions, his impulses, his passions--he’s likely to pull everyone around him into those flames. Seiya refuses to stay silent; he fights for those who can’t fight for themselves with no regards for law or societal standards. He’s always been a bit of a black sheep in that way; in a society where don’t ask don’t tell is the norm, where hushed voices fill the spaces, where hands don’t touch, where the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few--Seiya is screaming, lifting up those few, embracing those that crave touch, fighting tooth and nail against what he feels is wrong, the consequences be damned![break][break]
If someone can’t find their voice; and they’re trying to speak… he will be the one to yell in their name. Speak up! Fight! Love! Don’t hold back anything![break][break]
A shameless flirt who falls in love as easily as he falls in hate. A night spent alone is a night wasted, if you ask him. There is no company quite so soothing as another body, another heart. He can be surprisingly romantic; while he may not commit to any one person--it’s more that his heart is constantly adding rooms inside of it; everything he feels is genuine--and he isn’t shy about showing it. [break][break]
Seiya is a ride-or-die friend; the kind of guy who’ll hop on his bike and drive across the country if he knows he’s needed. His loyalties never falter; time and distance has no effect on how he views others--it’s only actions that impact his relationships. That being said, he doesn’t forget. He never abandons an ally, and he never forgives a foe. Not until that alliance is betrayed, or a wrong is righted. [break][break]
While the firecracker isn’t shy about using his fists, he is incredibly soft-hearted. He fights for morals, fights for what he thinks is right. Often to his own detriment, Seiya is the type to bring fists to a knife-fight and knives or a bat to a gunfight. He just wants to help people; to fix what’s so wrong with this society. The hungry starve in silence and victims are pushed underground to make their streets look prettier; to paint a picture that isn’t real. He doesn’t deal well with morally grey territory; he struggles with black-and-white thinking… Killing someone who hurts the innocent only makes sense; but what if they’re a loving parent? These questions send him spiraling.[break][break]
Honestly; with all of the enemies Seiya has made; he should long-since be dead. But if there’s one constant truth to Kissa Seiya… it’s that he is absurdly lucky in absurdly unlucky situations. [break][break]
History
Seiya was, and in all honesty, still is a country-boy at heart. Born within the farmlands of Osaka to a loving mother and father; he lived a childhood of both whimsy and hard work. His earliest years were spent wandering Woodlands and exploring shrines. Seiya had a fascination with deities, yokai, the wonderful beings of myths, legends, and dogma.[break][break]
His grandmother had no small part in that little obsession; a woman with love and respect for tradition, but a flexible heart that saw when certain ideas may have become… outdated. She taught her doting grandson the beauty of everyday magics; the smiles you bring to people's faces when you bring them homemade cookies, the blooming flowers, the growing crops, the fresh air and running water… she instilled in him a strong love for life and all its wonders.[break][break]
In his younger years; he was nothing more than a charismatic little boy who had a habit of dragging off his close friends and little brother, Maro, to go on adventures. Once he got a little older though; when he realized how cruel others could be; he turned into somewhat of a spitfire. A little hellion in his hometown. His friends slowly dwindled to just a few--and those few were his everything. His ride-or-die, closer-than-blood best friends Yuki and Hotaru. Their families were all intertwined; close-knit and filled with love. He and Hotaru fought hard to protect the weaker kids in town; latching to their sickly friend who always helped take care of them--their bond was utterly unbreakable; a trio that would surely stick together through thick-and-thin.[break][break]
Well, that’s what he thought.[break][break]
Tragedy struck Hotaru’s family; they saw their great protector less and less as time went on… Something had changed in him; how could it not have? Yuki had to go traveling with his family and… Suddenly, Seiya was alone.[break][break]
Well, aside for his blood family. [break][break]
Seiya dedicated himself entirely to taking over the family business; working the cafe almost on his own while trying to get through highschool. He drowned himself in that goal; it was his everything. He brewed coffee and tea with the best of them; for the few years that he worked at the cafe, it thrived. He drew in customers with his flare--his charisma and pretty face certainly didn’t hurt! When customers tasted his home-baked goods and lovingly brewed beverages, well, they kept coming back.[break][break]
Of course; flames seem to follow Seiya. In the dead of night; the cafe burned to cinders.[break][break]
That night signaled the end of an era. While his happiness had already begun to dwindle in the absence of his friends… That fire signaled the start of his descent into hell. His parents fell ill; their lungs simply refusing to draw in air-- one morning while coming in to tend to them; their white pillows had turned Scarlet. [break][break]
With his grandmother already weak in her older years, and Seiya struggling just to earn enough for food; they lost their family’s farm. Left in a small shed-of-a-home with his grandmother as their legal guardian; it fell to Seiya to raise and care for his little brother and grandma. For two years he managed. Two long, terrible years--watching the woman who made him who he was, deteriorate and fade to nothing. In the dead of night; she too, was gone… and then, there was only Seiya to care for Maro; even that shed forfeit; it became harder and harder to survive.[break][break]
The systems in-place for homelessnes only look nice on the surface because they hide away the reality of those that have lost it all. They were tucked away and forgotten. [break][break]
Is it any wonder that in the end, he lost him too?[break][break]
That baby boy that he held in his arms so soon after he took his first breath; drew his last in Seiya’s arms.[break][break]
The unbreakable man shattered; and for a time--he just allowed the flames of rage and sorrow to take him. He destroyed anything that sparked that bitter hatred; in and out of jail cells for beating the absolute hell out of anyone he saw who would dare lay a finger on those he saw as innocent.[break][break]
He got better at not getting caught; better at moving quickly. Better at targeting the people who most deserved his ire. He was beaten and bloodied; angry at the world he only wanted to love. He drowned his sorrows in booze and sex. After time; his fires cooled to something more manageable; that charismatic grin finding his features again--sick of scaring, of hurting people who didn’t deserve it. [break][break]
Seiya’s life had become a whirlwind of uncontrollable chaos; and he found himself face-to-face with some Tsumaru bastards; a bullet in his stomach--certain that he’d finally met his end; that he’d see his family again soon…[break][break]
He did, but not the family he expected to be reunited with.[break][break]
Hotaru was the one who came to save his life that night; he made quick work of those damned muscle-headed thugs. Still that same loving savior he always was when they were growing up… Brought to some beautiful doctor--he made it through the night and awoke in that penthouse apartment. [break][break]
That was just three years ago, now. [break][break]
That living forest fire now lives comfortably with his old best friend, working a number of day jobs, and taking to the streets at night. A freeman vigilante who rides on his luck; brass-knuckles his tool of choice to punish wandering hands and hired guns. Especially rough on those who dare to lay their filthy mitts on women or children; a strong sense of honor guides his hand.[break][break]
Appearance
Height: 6'0"[break] Weight: 180lbs[break] Hair: Shoulder-length & wavy. A deep brown 'natural black' like that of dark roast coffee. [break] Eyes: While technically brown; they are exceptionally red in hue. Many would describe them as crimson. [break] Piercings: Both of Salem's earlobes are pierced; though he usually keeps subtle studs in them.[break] Tattoos: [None as of yet?][break] Scars: While they aren't very noticeable; Salem does have a pletora of scars from a past of constant fighting. Most notably: There is a small slash at the base of his neck; only about 2cm in length--the scar tissue is only somewhat raised. He has a handful of similar markings on his back; these are however a bit more noticeable. Four moderately deep cuts about 3" in length are located where is neck meets his shoulders; two close to his right shoulder-blade; and one at the small of his back.[break]
