BUSHIN :: Main Page (Accepting & Open)

Jin slumped over his spear, his breathing shallow and ragged. His pristine white clothes were now stained a deep red,the blood pooling at his feet. However, he didn't regret his decision to stay behind and stall for time. Readying his spear again, he stated loudly, "I will stop you, even if it costs me my life! That's what a warrior of honor is supposed to do!" With that said, he charged again with a renewed vigor, his attacks faster and heavier, slowly pushing Blake back.

With the spear-man's vigor restored, Blake had a difficult time deflecting most of the attacks now. His ancestor was no real warrior, she was just a commoner with the word of God. Plus, his opponent's blood looked delightful... Distracted in his thoughts, Blake didn't notice the spear slashing a deep wound into his chest and fell backwards onto the ground from the impact. "GAAAHH!" He screamed as he writhed with agony on the cement, bathed in his own blood.

Amy heard Blake's scream as she turned back and saw him covered in blood in the cement. " Blake" she screamed. As she looked at his wound, she was no healer, she didn't know. How this worked. She remembers. She never forgot. An old memory flashed in her eyes as she muttered a word that she though she woudn't say ' Brother' it was quiet, nothing more, like the wind it was gone as fast as it came. She pointed her crossbow at Jin and began to shoot, physical battles weren't her thing, but she resorted to tactics. When Jin would go at her with his spear she would be in the air throwing knives.

Jin deflected most of the bolts out of the air, but the sheer number was too much for him, with one or two slipping through his guard, striking him in the chest and thigh respectively. Jin grunted as he got hit, but proceeded on with his charge, knocking down her throwing knives, but again, took a few hits to the chest and legs. His breathing became even more ragged, his blood making a large pool around his feet.

Stepping forward, he slipped on the blood but was caught by Kurt, who had just came to the scene. "You've lost this one, so just stop fighting," The samurai said calmly, supporting the exhausted warrior. As Jin dropped his spear, he passed out but succeeded in his task of stalling for Isabelle's escape. Hefting Jin onto his shoulders, Kurt turned to Amy, saying, "Tell S.A.F.E.U we bagged a P.A.N.D.O.R.A agent."

Amy nods as she speaks through her earpiece. She looked around for any others that might've been watching.

Though Lass was on right on Isabella's tail, he barely caught glimpse of her teleporting. When he finished running, he coincidentally placed his hand on the tree Isabella touched. His eyes then began to turn red as he saw images of Isabella. However, this time, the flashes of images came with an unknown feeling. He could also feel this abnormal feeling between Isabella and Jun. Quickly he removed his hand from the tree but his eyes were still red. For the first time, he was feeling something that had been completely foreign to him, sympathy towards another human being.

A few minutes later, her series of teleportation brought her in front of a children's park in a suburban area. Isabelle stalked carefully into the empty area, looking around to make sure no one was around. When she had confirmed that the park was void of normals or Arcanes, Isabelle made her way to jungle gym. Ducking under the large structure, she crouched onto the ground and dragged her finger into a complex pattern on dirt. A beeping noise echoed in the park and a metal vault in the ground suddenly popped out from the ground. Inside the vault contained P.A.N.D.O.R.A's weapons and a large black gym bag designed to carry them. Isabelle proceeded to stuff the weapons and ammo into the bag, and soon teleported again to the location of their hideout.

As much as his wounds hurt, Blake couldn't help but slowly elevate himself onto his arms and stare into wonder at how gorey his chest was. However, the pain flashed through him again, causing him to groan in pain. "Uggh... This sucks sooo bad." He muttered before groping for his medical bag and applying pressure to his wound.

Soon enough a hovercraft appeared with the letters S.A.F.E.U on it it landed on the ground as Amy helped Blake up and Boarded it.

Kurt tossed Jin onto the hovercraft and boarded it as well. The samurai immediately restrained Jin with a pair of handcuffs, ensuring that he wouldn't escape.

A sigh emitted from Isabelle as she slumped against a park bench at the park where she had recovered their weapons three days ago. Three days ago when Jin had been captured by S.A.F.E.U. Her whole body was fatigued and covered from bandages from their previous encounter with their enemies, and she had stayed up all weekend figuring a way how to recover her comrade. Isabelle visibly clenched her teeth at the thought of Jin being tortured and wanted to scream with frustration. Everything had gone utterly wrong, and she was starting to loose her confidence as the insurgents' leader.

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Blake in the meanwhile, was cooped up in S.A.F.E.U.'s infirmary ward and flipping through a gun magazine. "So bored... Someone give me a body already." He thought to himself as he snapped the magazine shut and tossed onto his bed. His wounds were healing rather well, thanks to his ancestor's vitality stats, but the doctors were being stingy with his release from the ward.

((OOC: Day 2 will be a rather long one with battles and possibly casualties. If anyone wants to make an NPC/minor character for the upcoming battle, please PM me and I'll give you a template to fill out. Also, if you plan to kill off any of your own characters, please let Kurokami or me know!))

On his usual daily walks to the store, Lass spotted a familiar figure on his way back home in the park. As he walked towards her, he could see the extraordinary amounts of bandages surrounding her body. Lass then pulls out one of the ramune he bought from the store and places it in front of Isabella's face. The rattling of the marble catches Isabella's attention.

Her eyebrow cocked at the strange marble tinkling in the glass bottle and looks up at Lass with a fatigued expression. "Long time no see... huh?" She questioned weakly as she took hold of the bottle. Dark eyebrows furrowed at the tiny print, but Isabelle was able to follow its instructions and successfully popped open the drink. She guzzled down the drink greedily and managed to finish almost three-quarters of the bottle before gasping for air and turning her attention to Lass. "So what brings your out here, Mr. Red-Eyed Arcane? Another shopping trip for more of your 'ramen' stuff?"

While Isabella opened her Ramune, Lass also opened his and began drinking it as well. He stayed standing behind the bench as Isabella drank a good portion of the drink. With a neutral face, he responded. "Just doing what I do everyday. What about you?" Though he already had a good idea what Isabella was feeling and experiencing, Lass asked anyways. He then placed his bag on the side of the bench and starting making his way to sit on the other side of bench. However, he couldn't get himself to do it as he didn't always know how to react towards others,

She grimaced faintly at his query and wrung her hands together around the ramune bottle. "Fine... Fine, I guess." Although she had drank the ramune bottle without hesitation, Isabelle did not trust him enough to give away information that easily. "Just ran into some trouble at work with a gangster at the street corner trying to mug me yesterday. Luckily he wasn't an Arcane, but did a number on me with his knife anyway." It was a bad lie, she knew, but it was better than nothing.

Upon hearing her response, Lass sat down but was a good distance away from Isabella. He also knew it was a lie since he spec rated the entire event from afar. Though he still remembered the strong feeling he felt from the tree the other day. Lass looked at his hands for a few seconds thinking about it. Not knowing how to respond next, he tried asking about Jin. "Where's your friend that had the spear?" He then took another sip from the bottle.

Hands tensed and threatened to break the neck of the ramune bottle at Lass's innocent question. "... Why do you want to know?" She asked, her voice possessing a cold edge to it.

Isabella's grasp on the Ramune bottle caught his attention. Realizing she was getting angry, Lass decided to tell the truth. "I saw what happened." Immediately he finished chugging his Ramune and began to swirling the bottle in a circular motion with the marble spinning.

At his casual remark, the neck of the ramune bottle suddenly shattered in her hands. The sticky carbonated drink stung at the new wounds caused by the bottle's jagged edges, but Isabelle paid no heed. Instead, her hand shot out to snatch up Lass's collar in pure rage. "You f*cking a*shole," she hissed with malice. "Why did you not help him? Is that how you repay the people who gave back your beloved 'ramen' and spared your life?"

Meanwhile, Jin was in a jail cell below street level at the S.A.F.E.U headquarters. He had received immediate first aid, but that was all he got in terms hospitality, besides bad food. He thought to himself, "I lost my spear, and I failed to get away.... I'm a horrible warrior. Well, at least Miss Isabelle got away." Bored, Jin began to practice basic martial arts forms, just for fun. He didn't get very far before he heard a door open and a plate of food slide across the hard floor.

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"Jin, I've got your food here," Kurt said slowly, placing the tray on the ground. As Jin's mouth opened to ask a question, Kurt interrupted, saying, "We ran some blood tests and cross referenced them with a database and now, we know your confidential information. Your ancestor is Zhao Yun right?" He crouched lower, and whispered, "Well, I'm Masamune Date. Nice to meet you." Kurt extended his hand and Jin accepted the handshake, the two creating a semi-stable sort of bond. "I'll leave you to your meal. Oh, and by the way, I'm not your permanent keeper, my friend Blake is."

Lass hadn't directly looked at Isabelle during the entire conversation. After he heard the glass shattering next him, Lass closed his eyes and took a deep sight. There was a sense of guilty for not acting during the confrontation, but as he opened his eyes, he opened his bag and grabbed his laptop. It was the state of the art laptop with a slick keyboard and new detachable holo-board screen. To much of Isabelle's annoyance, Lass placed his ramune bottle on the bench between the two of them and quietly whispered "Wait". After about 30 seconds, Lass removed the holo-board and placed it on the bench for Isabella to look at. Lass then got up and gathered his belongings. "The S.A.F.E.U have improved their security since I last hacked them three months ago." Soon there was a long pause as he grabbed the marble that came from Isabelle's ramune bottle. "Usually people that are angry at me would want me gone, so I will be leaving now." Immediately Lass began walking, facing away from Isabelle.

On the holo-board Lass gave to Isabelle, it was a basic database behind S.A.F.E.U's captives. There was a mug shot of Jin and few other surveillance pictures. On the right side of the screen, there were two potential locations of where Jin could be. On the bottom of the screen, several tabs were engraved as they were labeled "CONFIDENTIAL." Some of the tabs were "Tactics/Force Used," "Obtained Intel," and so forth.

Amy walked through the grey hallways on the lower levels of the headquarters. She had a holo tablet in her hands, despite her day off she still wanted to interrogate Jin. She walked past the doors as she opened the door to Jin's cells as she waited for him to finish eating.

Isabelle's eyes merely widen at the wealth of information on the holoboard, all traces of her anger disappeared. Shaky fingers quickly tapped on the different tabs and even more information sprung out from folders. Every piece of information would prove extremely valuable for her team and possibly, for P.A.N.D.O.R.A. as bribery material. A smirk graced her features and she could feel herself become rejuvenated with their fortunate luck. "Hey brat! Wait just a minute there!" Leaping off the bench, Isabelle jogged over to him and yanked on the strap of his messenger bag, causing him to turn around stare deep into her dark eyes. "What do you say we make a deal? A deal that might beenfit both of us in the long run."