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Japan Arc- Plotness
Jun. 2nd, 2005 12:50 amKit concentrated on staying limp. She didn't want to be drugged again, what ever they had used was nasty, cloying, and seemed to put her ability on the fritz. It wasn't pretty. Right now she needed information, and she'd get that by playing dead as it were.
"This is not our weapon"
"No Lord"
"Why do you bring this filth among us?"
"I bring her as a new weapon, who will also draw the old."
"It is a child"
"Demon-spawned child."
"Perhaps. You left with a full squad of elites...why do you return with three?"
"My Lord..."
"There is no shame in losing men to a weapon."
"They were killed by this one."
"...this one?" there was a definate hint of interest now, creeping in under the cold interrogation. A boot nudged Kit and the silence stretched. "Interesting." there was so much satisfaction in the tone that Kit almost opened her eyes to glare.
"The weapon will follow..."
"I am beginning to believe we should cut our losses there. We, after all, hold the future now. Your survival and forethought are to be commended."
"Thank you Lord"
"Dismissed" there was the sound of scuffling feet, then silence before a low chuckle rolled out to the bound girl. "Well, a full squad reduced to three. How...wonderful. The child will do. Take her and bathe her."
Kit was not amused by this, the ropes were nothing to get out of, and several items came to hand. She barely paused to take in the view of the oriental dojo, she simply lunged, angry, scared, and worse, hating.
The man who had been speaking smiled indulgently as Kit sprang, silken robes barely rustling as he watched her take out the remaining guards near her. A true wonder, a weapon capable of taking out trained ninja with so little skill herself. A wonder indeed. He drew a hand out of his robes as she turned on him as well and blew a gentle puff of dust in her face.
She fought it. She fought it well...but the outcome was inevitable. Kit collapsed not an inch from killing him, caught gently in the man's arm. "Yes, a prize indeed. YOu shall be our Crimson Butterfly, a fitting name. You will take the place that the last weapon disdained. Bathe her."
And she was carried out.
"This is not our weapon"
"No Lord"
"Why do you bring this filth among us?"
"I bring her as a new weapon, who will also draw the old."
"It is a child"
"Demon-spawned child."
"Perhaps. You left with a full squad of elites...why do you return with three?"
"My Lord..."
"There is no shame in losing men to a weapon."
"They were killed by this one."
"...this one?" there was a definate hint of interest now, creeping in under the cold interrogation. A boot nudged Kit and the silence stretched. "Interesting." there was so much satisfaction in the tone that Kit almost opened her eyes to glare.
"The weapon will follow..."
"I am beginning to believe we should cut our losses there. We, after all, hold the future now. Your survival and forethought are to be commended."
"Thank you Lord"
"Dismissed" there was the sound of scuffling feet, then silence before a low chuckle rolled out to the bound girl. "Well, a full squad reduced to three. How...wonderful. The child will do. Take her and bathe her."
Kit was not amused by this, the ropes were nothing to get out of, and several items came to hand. She barely paused to take in the view of the oriental dojo, she simply lunged, angry, scared, and worse, hating.
The man who had been speaking smiled indulgently as Kit sprang, silken robes barely rustling as he watched her take out the remaining guards near her. A true wonder, a weapon capable of taking out trained ninja with so little skill herself. A wonder indeed. He drew a hand out of his robes as she turned on him as well and blew a gentle puff of dust in her face.
She fought it. She fought it well...but the outcome was inevitable. Kit collapsed not an inch from killing him, caught gently in the man's arm. "Yes, a prize indeed. YOu shall be our Crimson Butterfly, a fitting name. You will take the place that the last weapon disdained. Bathe her."
And she was carried out.
