clawed_progeny (clawed_progeny) wrote,
@ 2011-04-30 01:50:00

A Chance Meeting (Four months ago from present)
His men did not understand his personal presence on this mission. In truth he simply preferred to do things himself, or at the very least contribute to. No matter how far he'd rise in the Hand, he'd never simply rest on his laurels. The cargo he was there to pick up were ancient tomes imported from China, said to have been powerful books of black magic. Whether they did or not, his lord wanted them, and thus here he was. It was a cold night, but he didn't show it. All he wore was a simple black trenchcoat, he had little use for needless finery. It wasn't as if he was visiting the jonin. Those smugglers had better show up soon or they'd suffer the consequences.

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hotlittlehands
2011-04-30 03:38 am UTC (link)

Amiko was /damned/ proud of herself for this one. Sneaking her way inside a smuggling crate. She stayed silent but poised right next to a copy of The Four Gods' Sky and Earth -- that museum in Hong Kong was going to want that back. But extraction hadn't been top priority -- letting law enforcement professionals trace her as the smugglers brought the crate to the destination was. Her blades were out as the smugglers set it down.

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clawed_progeny
2011-04-30 03:43 am UTC (link)

Keiji was beginning to pace. His face bore a cold exterior, but agitation was beginning to well up. They would have to work faster. He allowed himself a brief moment of whimsy to pick through one of the crates. As long as it wasn't thy book his lord wished, there would be no penalty. As he contemplated on crate, a sound behind him caught his attention. That did not sound like books. Slowly he walked to the crate, his footsteps silent. The only sound was the metallic sheaths of his claws piercing the flesh of his finges.

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	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 03:49 am UTC (link)
	Amiko knew well the sound of metal claws piercing flesh. She didn't know how long she had, so she carefully, with as little movement as possible, pressed the signal for backup and reached for the trick-latch she'd used to get herself into the crate. ...And bursts out, holding a blade in one hand and the book in the other. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

clawed_progeny
2011-04-30 03:53 am UTC (link)

Keiji's clawed hand had been ready to slice the intruder into pieces albeit for two reason he hesitated. One she had a weapon, that judging by how she held it, she knew how to wield it. The second, he could not risk damaging the tome.

"Are you from the police?" His voice was calm, even as his clawed hand, the extended fingernails only a foot away from the girl's location.

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	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 03:58 am UTC (link)
	Still clutching the prize very openly, Amiko jumped her way to a better strategic position. "Special Agent of His Majesty's Government." Pause. "Also a mutant incinerator, but this is an important artifact, so if you don't make me destroy it, I won't." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

clawed_progeny
2011-04-30 04:03 am UTC (link)

"Ah, a government agent and a mutant to boot. Seems you and I share a trait in common." As he spoke he willed his bones to lightend and meld with his muscles to add spitrng to his step. "So am I." With abnromal agility and leg strength, Keiji leaped up to Akiko's location. Rather than a claw attack, and risk harming the book, Keiji spun arounf with a roundhouse kick, hoping to dislodge the text.

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	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 04:06 am UTC (link)
	"So I see." The combination of dodge and leap would have made Yukio proud. qualities. This kind of physicality had not been in the briefing. "Dear Gods, I hope you're not family." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	clawed_progeny 2011-04-30 04:10 am UTC (link)
	Keiji was confused for a moment at the woman's statement. "I can assure, I am no relative of yours. I have no desire to injure you needlessly, simply return the tome and I will let you walk away. On my Honor" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 04:14 am UTC (link)
	"You're right," she mutters. "Your claws really aren't too much like Father-Logan-sama's, anyway. But sorry. We all have our jobs to do. Like them. Arresting your boys." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

clawed_progeny
2011-04-30 04:19 am UTC (link)

Keiji barely registers the part about his men being arrested. It was what she had said before that garnered his attention.

"Logan's claws!? You are daughter to the Wolverine! Then at last I can begin to fulfill my obligation!" The other hand erupts with claws as Keiji rushes forward in a speedy attempt at a rushing tackle. It doing so he'd attempt to pirerce thourgh her arms to pin her to an available wooden surface.

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	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 04:26 am UTC (link)
	He's good. Real good. But Amiko's good, too, and not in the midst of a temper tantrum. She just barely evades. Her hand heats up, starts to make a singing sound against the paper. "Proudly so. There are three things he makes well and plentiful: steaks, omelets, and enemies." Her blade flies toward him. "What's your problem?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

clawed_progeny
2011-04-30 04:37 am UTC (link)

Keiji quickly rolls and gets back nto a fighting stance. In his head was contemplating possible uses for her power to use them for. He took a deep breath before suppressing his rage. He could not afford to let it master him. He raises his clawed hand and increased the density to its hardest, causing the blade to bonce off and richotet into the wall.

He stands up proudly. "My name is Keiji Oyama. Though I am also known as Lord Deathstrike." His eyes seem to focus on Amiko a little more considerately. "You do not have the metal."

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	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 04:42 am UTC (link)
	"...Of course you are," she says simply. "And nope." Her supposedly empty hand flickers out towards him, sending focused bit of heat his way. "But variety is the spice of life." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

clawed_progeny
2011-04-30 04:47 am UTC (link)

'This changes things.' Once again he minimized the density of his bones, allowing him to move faster than a normal human as he dodged the coming attack."

"You do not bear his tainted use of our family's legacy. I have no reason to fight you anymore. I apologize though, but I still have a mission to complete." Keiji presses his fingers in a intricate pattern together as he mumbles a few words. It is a spell of paralyzation. Amiko would either have to cover her ears or get out of the spell's range to stop it.

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	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 04:53 am UTC (link)
	What was that? Magic. She wasn't good with magic. And now she was stuck. Her backup had rounded up all of this guy's goons, and retrieved all the other stolen goods, but there was no one close enough to get her back. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

clawed_progeny
2011-04-30 04:57 am UTC (link)

Keiji walks up to the paralyzed Amiko and removes the book from her hand.

"I apologize for the trick, but I cannot dally here any longer." He presses two fingers to her forehead and mumbles a few new words. "When I am significantly away from you the magic will dispel. I suspect we meet again. Your father will answer for the dishonor brought upon my family. Until then." Keiji gave a traditional Japanese bow to the prone woman before dashing out the back entrance of the warehouse.

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	hotlittlehands 2011-04-30 05:00 am UTC (link)
	When the spell wears off, Amiko's snarling "Doesn't anybody ever place the blame for dishonor where it belongs!" By most accounts, it's a pretty good operation. A lot of smugglers and thugs caught. A lot of stolen items recovered. Only one man and a magic book that didn't really contain much dangerous information gets away. But Amiko is Not Happy. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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