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<blockquote data-quote="Davies" data-source="post: 8409069" data-attributes="member: 30538"><p><strong>Interlude</strong></p><p></p><p>Normally -- in as much as there could ever be anything normal about her circumstances -- she would have chosen to remain in the arena, even after being done for the day, so that she could observe those she was supposed to fight later and learn from them. By the time that the first day of this business was heading into the evening, however, her internal odds calculator suggested that it was very unlikely that she'd be fighting any of these people, and so she felt free to excuse herself. Besides, she had to place a phone call on the secure line she'd arranged.</p><p></p><p>So she left, wearing a disguise over her disguise, and walked away from the arena, initially heading for the youth hostel where her stay had been arranged, but steering away from that destination as she realized that someone was following her. She headed towards a somewhat rougher part of town, deliberately looking for places that would be bad locations in which to be ambushed. Having at last found the requisite blind alley, she paused, then turned to look back the way she'd come. "Show yourselves, please," she said, calmly.</p><p></p><p>When they did, she felt a touch of surprise -- there were five of them, and she'd only identified four. Five young women, Japanese, and the one with blue hair was the first one to speak. "We had an agreement," said <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p4JDy7FqH6msc0QOvHKOSqBJHEynP6fJ/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">Kosugi Mizuki</a> in Japanese.</p><p></p><p>She didn't really have the capacity for panic, so she didn't experience any right then. She <em>did</em> experience confusion -- as far as her research had indicated, Ibuki Kruger had never had any contact with active members of <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_AMWRvNX9aR9ziJgOE7cOQKIAcPhFQRy/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">the Shadow School.</a> "I'm sorry, have we met?" she asked, in a way that could be taken as sincere confusion or sarcasm.</p><p></p><p>"Allow me to clarify," the ninja continued. "We had an agreement with your father. He was allowed to teach you the discipline if you both stayed out of Asia."</p><p></p><p>As the real Ibuki had been excited to come here, it did not seem likely -- "Dad never said anything about that to me," she said, bluffing calmly.</p><p></p><p>"That's as may be," said Mizuki, unfazed by the bluff. "However, in exchange for overlooking this trespass, we will require a favor of sorts." She looked to her side, at the rather pale young woman who was standing there.</p><p></p><p>"If you should fight Bravo," said <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1X3WwUxACaqTVmxdhi4T6_ijD8F6HUFrr/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true" target="_blank">Yamaji Manami</a>, in a voice so soft that she would have had to strain to hear it, without her enhancements. "If you manage to win. Ask of him the following boon: 'remove your helmet.'"</p><p></p><p>She blinked. That was a relatively minor favor to be asked of someone by a group of spies and assass-- and then a thought came to her which would probably not have come to the real Ibuki. "All right, then," she said. "Simple enough." She'd just have to save the mercenary's life when these so-called <em>Tenshi</em> took their shot.</p><p></p><p>It wouldn't come to that though. Extreme long-shot.</p><p></p><p><em>Elsewhere</em></p><p></p><p>"Thank you so much for this," said Ibuki as she sat in the cab's back seat. "I've just been having such a terrible day, but a complimentary cab ride to the arena makes up for all of it!"</p><p></p><p>"No problem," said the driver. That was the only English phrase that he spoke, though he could understand much more. The driver, who was from Hong Kong originally, spoke much better Cantonese, and it had been in that language that he'd negotiated a deal to pick up a certain individual from the airport and keep her as far away from Thimpu and the arena as possible.</p><p></p><p>While Ibuki <em>was</em> happy, something was nagging at her, and after a moment, she realized what it was. Para was west of Thimpu, according to the map she'd seen. If they were driving east, shouldn't the setting sun that was coming through the cab's windscreen be behind them?</p><p></p><p>Meh, it was probably just one of those twisty roads.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Davies, post: 8409069, member: 30538"] [b]Interlude[/b] Normally -- in as much as there could ever be anything normal about her circumstances -- she would have chosen to remain in the arena, even after being done for the day, so that she could observe those she was supposed to fight later and learn from them. By the time that the first day of this business was heading into the evening, however, her internal odds calculator suggested that it was very unlikely that she'd be fighting any of these people, and so she felt free to excuse herself. Besides, she had to place a phone call on the secure line she'd arranged. So she left, wearing a disguise over her disguise, and walked away from the arena, initially heading for the youth hostel where her stay had been arranged, but steering away from that destination as she realized that someone was following her. She headed towards a somewhat rougher part of town, deliberately looking for places that would be bad locations in which to be ambushed. Having at last found the requisite blind alley, she paused, then turned to look back the way she'd come. "Show yourselves, please," she said, calmly. When they did, she felt a touch of surprise -- there were five of them, and she'd only identified four. Five young women, Japanese, and the one with blue hair was the first one to speak. "We had an agreement," said [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p4JDy7FqH6msc0QOvHKOSqBJHEynP6fJ/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]Kosugi Mizuki[/url] in Japanese. She didn't really have the capacity for panic, so she didn't experience any right then. She [i]did[/i] experience confusion -- as far as her research had indicated, Ibuki Kruger had never had any contact with active members of [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_AMWRvNX9aR9ziJgOE7cOQKIAcPhFQRy/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]the Shadow School.[/url] "I'm sorry, have we met?" she asked, in a way that could be taken as sincere confusion or sarcasm. "Allow me to clarify," the ninja continued. "We had an agreement with your father. He was allowed to teach you the discipline if you both stayed out of Asia." As the real Ibuki had been excited to come here, it did not seem likely -- "Dad never said anything about that to me," she said, bluffing calmly. "That's as may be," said Mizuki, unfazed by the bluff. "However, in exchange for overlooking this trespass, we will require a favor of sorts." She looked to her side, at the rather pale young woman who was standing there. "If you should fight Bravo," said [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1X3WwUxACaqTVmxdhi4T6_ijD8F6HUFrr/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=109062110484778480992&rtpof=true&sd=true]Yamaji Manami[/url], in a voice so soft that she would have had to strain to hear it, without her enhancements. "If you manage to win. Ask of him the following boon: 'remove your helmet.'" She blinked. That was a relatively minor favor to be asked of someone by a group of spies and assass-- and then a thought came to her which would probably not have come to the real Ibuki. "All right, then," she said. "Simple enough." She'd just have to save the mercenary's life when these so-called [i]Tenshi[/i] took their shot. It wouldn't come to that though. Extreme long-shot. [i]Elsewhere[/i] "Thank you so much for this," said Ibuki as she sat in the cab's back seat. "I've just been having such a terrible day, but a complimentary cab ride to the arena makes up for all of it!" "No problem," said the driver. That was the only English phrase that he spoke, though he could understand much more. The driver, who was from Hong Kong originally, spoke much better Cantonese, and it had been in that language that he'd negotiated a deal to pick up a certain individual from the airport and keep her as far away from Thimpu and the arena as possible. While Ibuki [i]was[/i] happy, something was nagging at her, and after a moment, she realized what it was. Para was west of Thimpu, according to the map she'd seen. If they were driving east, shouldn't the setting sun that was coming through the cab's windscreen be behind them? Meh, it was probably just one of those twisty roads. [/QUOTE]
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