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#1 Posted by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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She walked along the paths swaying her thighs with unbelievable confidence, if not obnoxious disdain. Untouchable. She moved as if silently wishing Hirohito's trained security would catch up to her. Would even dare attempt to impede her escape. When the irruption happened and the screams and disorientation broke out, she paused in her tracks. Then slowly and deliberately looked back over her shoulder placing a fingernail between her brightly colored lips. Its taunting visual explicitness was already evident, yet the Urban Ronin was nothing if not theatrical. In addition to the aforementioned barb, she snapped her head back offering a sexually loaded side-eye and highlighted hip extension.

Of course it ignited an immediate pursuit. It was what she had been craving all along.

After all, why should Val get to have all the murderous fun huh?

In the form of an experienced runner she stylishly dashed, kicking her heels off through the sheer explosive force of her strides, leaving them to tumble across the pathway in her wake.

TATTATATATA-TAT-TATATAT!!!!!

Bullets narrowly whizzed past her head but she never broke from her form. Arms knifing through the air. Legs galloping like an unleashed stallion. Diving hands first to catch the hood of a parked car, bringing her legs quickly underneath to cat-walk over the obstruction. "GET THE (*&^ OUT!" she snarled. Yanking the driver's side door open and jerking the civilian out into the street.

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With a simple push-pull action of the vehicles H-pattern sequential shifter, the tires lit up and the car briefly fish-tailed before blasting off. Brazenly breezing through the immediate traffic light and then power-sliding in a delayed 180 up and onto the nearest freeway ramp. And just like that, she was gone.

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#2 Posted by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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Akiyama Hirohito was an honorable man, all things considered. Dedicated to the disciplined indoctrination of traditions. Which meant he took care of his own. Which meant, he loved his family. Sadly this also meant his love could be exploited. Manipulated. Ransomed or perverted.

So it was of little surprise that the Last Memory had zeroed in on this particular avenue in which to lay her trap. Love had been systematically removed from her emotional capacity with surgical precision. The ability to form lasting connections had been reversed engineered and the very thought caused her physical discomfort. Most would call it jealously. And it was doubtful she would ever argue that fact.

She had carefully organized a field trip for one of the district's private schools. A school the granddaughters of the beloved Hirohito Hiro just happened to be enrolled in. It hadn't been difficult, but had required Nobumasa play a convincing part. She didnt mind. She had always loved to dress up, and make believe she was someone else.

The Aoyama Temple: 0930

<translated>"Welcome to the Aoyama Temple boys and girls. It is one of the oldest such Temples in all of Japan." Smiling, using subtle physical theatrics, the undercover Ronin performed with the entertaining social skills of the best known guides in Japan. It was second nature. The artistry, sublime. Of course her true focus would never stray to far from the objective. And as calculated, Boss Hirohinto and a security detail had accompanied the trip. The Urban Robin cleverly bonded with the children. Earning their trust throughout the tour so when the time came, they would, without question, follow her to the Scarlet Shadowrunner's carefully scouted location.

It didnt take long for Boss Hirohinto to notice their absence. Shouting broke out and his men fanned around in an attempt to locate the missing girls. In doing so they had opened a small window allowing the Urban Ronin to make direct contact. "Ssssh" she hissed, one hand now covering the confused and angered Boss' mouth. "If you want to see your granddaughter's again, follow the path to the Shrine. Go inside. Alert your men, make a sound, and I'll hurt your precious family. And it will be in ways all women fear. All women fret." Her proclamation was disturbed and cold. But more then that, it was sincere.

In a flash she was gone. Back in character but adding a level of suspicious glances aimed at triggering Boss Hirohinto's guard's into following their situational awareness, and tracking her. Naturally she would lead them away from the meet, away from the scene and the Black Market Mamba. Leaving the assassin to handle the second stage of her well devised plan.

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#3 Edited by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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Sometime later, and Nobumasa had centered her composure. Now in control of her manic ups and downs, she silently sat outside the cabin in its only chair. Shoulder neatly wrapped with clean white gauze. Out in the fresh mountain air the simplicity helped to transport her thoughts. Off to an imagined place where life was not only uncomplicated, but rewarding. Somewhere, anywhere, that didnt involve any of this. Didnt involve the San'Vun syndicate. Didnt involve the murders. Well, maybe the murders. They offered her a macabre sense of satisfaction after all.

We all find solace somewhere. It just so happened that for the Urban Ronin, that somewhere was a place were she was free to take a person's life. No strings or contracts. Just the freedom to kill and watch the light go out as they struggled to understand the whys, the hows. The inevitable moment when they realized it was truly over. And that her face would be the last thing they would ever see. And in that moment she would truly become, The Last Memory.

"Hmm Hmmmm hm HMM" she lightly hummed. Sub-consciously replaying the subtle hymn she had heard the Scarlet Shadowrunner using earlier. For a moment, and only a moment, her thoughts gravitated to the message she had sent. But deep down she knew. Even if the Voice Unheard had received it he would not have responded. Would not have sent an emissary or wasted valuable time and resources on her or her well being. Little did she know that her benefactor had been busy dealing with his own unexpected complication but still, it would have made little difference.

She began to walk back inside. Taking just a final moment to look back over her injured shoulder and the setting sun, just as it kissed the mountain peaks goodnight. An amazing sight to behold. She grimaced while rolling her shoulder, looking for a position less aggravating before fidgeting with the loose fitting shirt. It wasnt noticeable, but for her it may as well have been a tarp. With superficial frustration she angrily unwound the Solomon grip on her blade and wrapped it around her waist for added form fitting visuals. "There. How I look?" she rhetorically gestured. "We start?" nodding in the direction of Valentina's gear. Assuming there was a labtop or documents there within. It was time to murder some Yakuza.

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#4 Posted by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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She could see her mother. Or more appropriately, someone that felt like her mother. Her face never really coming into focus and yet, Nobumasa inherently knew who the individual represented. It was 19 years ago and she was barely 5 years old. Shoulder to shoulder with her brothers and sisters in a dojo high in the 蓼科山 Tateshina-yama mountain range. Secluded and hidden from outsiders while ndergoing her mother's unrelenting initiation. Many children died. She, did not.

Images were now coming in faster and uncontrollable. The Urban Ronin was dreaming but like most dreams, was unable to keep a steady narrative or rhythm. One minute she was training and the next, she was on a bullet train lifting wallets from unsuspecting commuters. Suddenly a women grabbed her wrist before she could slip the pocket book free of her purse. 'wait, thats not how it happened' she lucidly thought. The woman spun around. Red hair falling out from beneath a tan hood. 'You?!?'

The jarring sub-conscious retcon woke the Ronin instantly. But she remained still, eyes shifting into focus and spying the bathing assassin. 'There that bitch.' A few anger filled moments would pass before the pulsating pain returned to the injured shoulder forcing the angered member of the San'vun syndicate into the spring to soak.

Cupping water in her hand and little it trickle down over the open wound, she momentarily made direct eye contact for turning away to focus on the wound. "Nobumasa." speaking softly but loud enough for Valentina to hear, if not completely understand. Yet. "My name. Nobumasa." she reiterated.

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#5 Edited by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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Without hesitation the Stray Shinobi reached out to embrace the deceptively submissive assassin. A well earned smile momentarily overriding the sensationalized pain. "You a fighter. Like me. I li." Bursts of speckled dots, or stars as they were more commonly referred to as, danced in a sea of blackness. Her hearing suddenly funneled through a sophicating emptiness, as conscious and subconscious thought frantically fought to recalibrate and understand what had happened. It was too late. She had been figuratively shut off.

She had felt the force. But beyond that, the Urban Ronin had no idea what had hit her. Instead, her limp body staggered backwards with an awkward motion. Hitting the ground, disturbingly unable to catch herself or even angle accordingly with the position of her decline. Face first, legs folded unevenly beneath her weight, she went down in a heap, for the count. And with her any future notions of establishing herself as the top dog. Her hierarchical fantasy dashed in a daring display emphasized by the assassin's junk yard dog mentality. Valentina had simply willed herself to win.

But with the message sent, the question quickly became...what would he do upon arrival?

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#6 Posted by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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The aggravation of having to violently react to the lunge with physical exertion fueled the Sutorei (stray in japanese) Shinobi's counter. Quickly contorting her gait sideways and dropping down to a knee, she sought to maneuver out of the way while reaching up with her good arm to snare the determined assassin's head with an under and over grapple around the neck.

Hopefully using Valentina's momentum in aiding the attempted snapmare. But fumbled the execution. Most likely resulting in both of them crashing into each, and then the floor. "STUBBORN...STAY DOWN!" The Ronin raged. Grasping at her shoulder as the all consuming pain rifled through her entire body. "We no good to anyone if bleed out here and now!"With what little energy she had left, she scurried to the wall and rested her back against it. Too exhausted to go for the door.

Too tired to help her poison put the viscous viper to sleep. Her foolish ploys and games having drastically backfired, she had little recourse now but to text the Voice Unheard and alert him as to her...misstep. Pulling a burner from the heap of clothes on the floor, she sent the message.

SOS

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#7 Edited by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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"Will you now?" Her eyes growing wide with excited anticipation. "Or maybe you feeling dizzy yes?" Drawing a nail across her lips and humming.

"Maybe I gave you the devil's kiss? A cocktail of venom. Poison coursing through veins as we speak yes?" Titling her head with coy playfulness while attempting to passively ease by the Mamba's intensived alertness. In truth, the damage to her shoulder had begun to inch its way into her conscious thought.

The pain surged and made her nauseous but she maintained her theatrical charisma. Her defiant internal angst wouldn't allow her to appear weak. Especially in of her tentative partner. After all. In her own unique all be it peculiar way, she admired her.

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#8 Posted by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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Her head and neck jerked back with surprise as the unexpected outburst caught her off guard. "I like you. But dont think I wont take hand and wrap it round neck. Move." she ordered with squinting eyes. Catching a glimpse of the Mamba's unique accessories displayed on either wrist. "Where you get those?"Distracted, the Ronin relaxed her shoulders. Slowly poking and prodding around the area of the 'charms' without actually making contact. "You bring for me too, yes?" she already knew the answer and could see her particular brand of charisma had worn thin. She signed. "I told you, no game. All I saying is we need to watch backs, yours, and mine. Cause it just us now until job done. So do what you do. Plan. Prepare. I go bathe. Stitch up" motioning to her shoulder.
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#9 Edited by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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She looked slightly puzzled as her response was dissected and overanalyzed, but she had expected as much. From the time she had locked eyes on the red-haired widowmaker she had tracked her hyper-analytical disposition. The control she exhibited in the words she used, or didn't. The disciplined eccentricities displayed on the hick up - when to jog and at what pace. The utilitarian means by which she had under-furnished her cabin. Even her counter-attack had been moderated to the point of looking to incapacitate rather then kill, cripple, or maim.

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Only once since they had met was there a moment, a lapse in her self-control when the Ronin's mutant sonar sense detected an irregularity in the rhythm of the Shadowrunner's heart beat. It had been faint. It had been fleeting. But it had happened. She smiled and put her hand away, retreating to the open trunk in the middle of the floor to retrieve what little medical assortments she had. A needle and thread to be exact.

"Mountain hotsping. I saw one on way up." Utterly ignoring the questions. Antagonistically avoiding Valentina's pursuit of answers and forfeiting an opportunity to forcast her own intentions. Her emotional instability couldnt handle being asked to formally explain her every word. To conform to some pre-established sense of loyalty through conventional codes, so she shut down like a petulant passive-aggressive teen.

Snagging the decorative strap on her sheathed katana on her way towards the door, she paused; "I visit spring, but be back tonight." Hiding her subtle grin hoping the lack of answers and unknown intentions would bury themselves deep into the Black Market Mamba's conscious thoughts.

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#10 Edited by Urban_Ronin (10111 posts) - - Show Bio

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The forceful shove sent the Sinister Spider of the San'Vun Syndicate backwards, end over end, into an eventual somersault. And there she remained with a solitary knee planted on the floor for balance. Her hair now draped down obscuring her face, her expressions and tells. But only briefly, as she soon whipped her head back and left it arched with idiosyncratic poise. Yet another odd and unsettling scene, her apparent disregard for the weapon protruding from her shoulder only serving to further illustrate an unhinged mind.

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"I don't know what your game is"

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"Good." she smiled. "Cause I do not play game. Game have rules. I burn board, brake pieces, cheat player. Make new game. We make together, yes?" Grimacing as she finally removed the bloody sai. With her hands raised indicating no harm, physically signalling it was over, she calmly placed one over the bleeding wound making sure her palm was sufficiently covered in blood before removing it.

With a nod towards the Shadowrunner's leg, the indication being to follow suit, she offered her hand in partnership. "San'Vuns. They have pact. Syndicate. They have pact. Yakuza. Pact. Their pacts are strong...ours can be stronger." Only in the deranged mind of the Urban Ronin could such a violent and unexpected act be considered an honorary prelude to partnership. But never the less, here, it, was.