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Well, I'll put in as number three I suppose, interest!
Kasumi
Kasumi had followed the man with no small measure of reluctance, though she did look suitably chastised the whole time, slightly upset that her ashikabi hadn't approved of her own approach to the situation. When they arrived, via car, Kasumi immediately noted the other Sekirei standing there with her hand on a sword's hilt. Even as she stepped out, Kasumi's right hand flew to the hilt of her axe, ready for a rapid draw, while her left simply sat at her side, ready to latch onto the top part of the shaft that functioned as the weapon's grip. It was a two-handed weapon after all, so if she attempted to one-hand the great axe it would go too well.
Next on her list were the two women who had arrived only slightly before them. One had a sword tied to her belt, however her attire didn't seem to fit that of a Sekirei. Kasumi found endless curiosity in this, after all her adjuster had always said that an ashikabi couldn't hope to truly fight. Kasumi, however, let her attention gravitate to the more outlandishly dressed of the two, who was more likely to be the Sekirei in the pair. The woman, though no doubt a threat, didn't actually have a weapon with her. This meant she was most likely either a close combat specialist or an elemental type, which slightly worried Kasumi. For now, however, she remained passive and let her Ashikabi do the talking
Amami
Amami casually walked along and bid Mutsu and, most likely, his Sekirei goodbye with a light wave of her hand. She then carefully rested her hand on the hilt of the short-sword tied to her belt and let her eyes sweep over the pair already waiting here. One was a woman with short white hair, who also held a hand on the hilt of a sword. The woman's dark clothing was intriguing to Amami, but then she turned her attention to the male of the pair. He seemed to be a pretty average brunette guy, however, he clearly wasn't from Japan. This also intrigued Amami, and she prepared to introduce herself when a white car pulled up, disgorging another pair, this time both women.
One was dressed as a miko, which Amami found strange, of course it was completely possible she was the maiden of one of the nearby shrines. Her expression didn't reveal much, however Amami didn't worry much about her when compared to the one next to her. Her reddish hair was short and somewhat frazzled, which wasn't really what set Amami off. Somewhat more concerning was her clothing, or rather what passed for it as it left very little to the imagination. Pure white and body hugging, it didn't cover the middle of her stomach and didn't attempt to conceal her cleavage much. However, what really worried Amami was the large axe on the woman's back, which was rather obviously a real weapon. Amami eyed both the axe-wielder and sword-user warily as she stood there, deciding to introduce herself she slowly said "I'm Yamashita Amami, and this is Mao." To which, the slightly reluctant axe-wielder slowly replied "I am Kasumi."
Kasumi had followed the man with no small measure of reluctance, though she did look suitably chastised the whole time, slightly upset that her ashikabi hadn't approved of her own approach to the situation. When they arrived, via car, Kasumi immediately noted the other Sekirei standing there with her hand on a sword's hilt. Even as she stepped out, Kasumi's right hand flew to the hilt of her axe, ready for a rapid draw, while her left simply sat at her side, ready to latch onto the top part of the shaft that functioned as the weapon's grip. It was a two-handed weapon after all, so if she attempted to one-hand the great axe it would go too well.
Next on her list were the two women who had arrived only slightly before them. One had a sword tied to her belt, however her attire didn't seem to fit that of a Sekirei. Kasumi found endless curiosity in this, after all her adjuster had always said that an ashikabi couldn't hope to truly fight. Kasumi, however, let her attention gravitate to the more outlandishly dressed of the two, who was more likely to be the Sekirei in the pair. The woman, though no doubt a threat, didn't actually have a weapon with her. This meant she was most likely either a close combat specialist or an elemental type, which slightly worried Kasumi. For now, however, she remained passive and let her Ashikabi do the talking
Amami
Amami casually walked along and bid Mutsu and, most likely, his Sekirei goodbye with a light wave of her hand. She then carefully rested her hand on the hilt of the short-sword tied to her belt and let her eyes sweep over the pair already waiting here. One was a woman with short white hair, who also held a hand on the hilt of a sword. The woman's dark clothing was intriguing to Amami, but then she turned her attention to the male of the pair. He seemed to be a pretty average brunette guy, however, he clearly wasn't from Japan. This also intrigued Amami, and she prepared to introduce herself when a white car pulled up, disgorging another pair, this time both women.
One was dressed as a miko, which Amami found strange, of course it was completely possible she was the maiden of one of the nearby shrines. Her expression didn't reveal much, however Amami didn't worry much about her when compared to the one next to her. Her reddish hair was short and somewhat frazzled, which wasn't really what set Amami off. Somewhat more concerning was her clothing, or rather what passed for it as it left very little to the imagination. Pure white and body hugging, it didn't cover the middle of her stomach and didn't attempt to conceal her cleavage much. However, what really worried Amami was the large axe on the woman's back, which was rather obviously a real weapon. Amami eyed both the axe-wielder and sword-user warily as she stood there, deciding to introduce herself she slowly said "I'm Yamashita Amami, and this is Mao." To which, the slightly reluctant axe-wielder slowly replied "I am Kasumi."
Kasumi's eyes were narrowed and her feet remained set in a fighting stance. She didn't like this man's demeanor, not in the slightest, however her body language didn't change. If there was one thing Kasumi took pride in, it was her self-control as a warrior. So, she said evenly "That is not my decision to make, Yukimura." Without removing her eyes from the man, she questioned softly "Ashikabi-sama, what would you like to do? If he speaks the truth, then this is a very good opportunity to make allies, and if he is not speaking the truth then an escape, or a fight, is always possible."
Amami
After hearing the man's words, a light smile made it's way to Amami's face. She enjoyed his irreverence, and certainly shared his distaste for Magoichi. The fact that he seemed like a gangster was somewhat off-putting, but impressions could always be wrong. So, for now, she liked this guy. She got up, saying "No pardons needed Mutsu. I don't exactly like Magoichi either. I know how gang's operate and I'm pretty sure your right, I don't like the odds of a 1v4." She glanced over to Mao for a moment before making an executive decision, saying "Well, I like you Mutsu, and I'd be happy to go hear what your boss has to say."
Amami
After hearing the man's words, a light smile made it's way to Amami's face. She enjoyed his irreverence, and certainly shared his distaste for Magoichi. The fact that he seemed like a gangster was somewhat off-putting, but impressions could always be wrong. So, for now, she liked this guy. She got up, saying "No pardons needed Mutsu. I don't exactly like Magoichi either. I know how gang's operate and I'm pretty sure your right, I don't like the odds of a 1v4." She glanced over to Mao for a moment before making an executive decision, saying "Well, I like you Mutsu, and I'd be happy to go hear what your boss has to say."
Kasumi nodded respectively to her Ashikabi and got to her feet, turning to face the man and coolly drawing her axe, fixing the man with a level-stare, saying "Before I begin, let me tell you it would bring me no pain to end your life for the sake of my Ashikabi. Now, what do you want?" She was very suspicious of this man, who had managed to evade both her Ashikabi and her own senses of hearing. The great axe was comfortably seated in her hands and she awaited the man's answer with a neutral expression and a battle-ready stance.
Amami
Amami frowned lightly, something about this screamed of wrong, so she said loudly "One second!" She retreated to her bedroom and opened the closet to reveal her short-sword, a treasured relic. Though she'd promised never to raise it again except in defense of her ideals, she decided that defense of herself and her new, apparently, life partner was close enough. Using the leather cord near the top, she fastened the sheathe to her belt before going to the door. She thanked Mao with a nod and motioned for her to stand back a tad so Amami could see them. She watched for a long moment, evaluating the two, and quickly decided that they were either from one of the gangs in India, in which case she and Mao would just have to fight them off, or had something to do with the Sekirei plan. So, she invited them in, shutting the door behind them as they entered, before calmly retaking the seat she'd held during dinner, though instead of holding a fork her hand now rested on the blade's grip as she asked "Now then, what can I do for you?"
Amami
Amami frowned lightly, something about this screamed of wrong, so she said loudly "One second!" She retreated to her bedroom and opened the closet to reveal her short-sword, a treasured relic. Though she'd promised never to raise it again except in defense of her ideals, she decided that defense of herself and her new, apparently, life partner was close enough. Using the leather cord near the top, she fastened the sheathe to her belt before going to the door. She thanked Mao with a nod and motioned for her to stand back a tad so Amami could see them. She watched for a long moment, evaluating the two, and quickly decided that they were either from one of the gangs in India, in which case she and Mao would just have to fight them off, or had something to do with the Sekirei plan. So, she invited them in, shutting the door behind them as they entered, before calmly retaking the seat she'd held during dinner, though instead of holding a fork her hand now rested on the blade's grip as she asked "Now then, what can I do for you?"
It would indeed be me and I'm on it right now!
Aura's eye twitched In anger, grabbing her helmet and saying "Check my helmet logs if you think I'm warp corrupted. I keep the thing on me all the time, it sees everything I do. And riddle me this, inquisitor or interrogator or whatever your blasted title is, if I were tainted by the warp, why not perform some foul ritual on this ship the moment I got pulled in? It'd be a golden opportunity, or better yet, why stop a Greater Daemon from materializing at all? It'd pull plenty of favor from the Dark Gods, wouldn't it?"
Her purple eyes filled with righteous anger, she growled "If you still doubt me then I can do no more, but I will fight to my last, and when I stand before the Emperor after I perish, my conscience will be clean. Can you say the same?" With that, she dropped the carapace helmet in her hands on the table, fists balled, saying "So what will it be? Do I continue to serve the holy emperor, or do I die here? It's your choice, so it would seem."
Her purple eyes filled with righteous anger, she growled "If you still doubt me then I can do no more, but I will fight to my last, and when I stand before the Emperor after I perish, my conscience will be clean. Can you say the same?" With that, she dropped the carapace helmet in her hands on the table, fists balled, saying "So what will it be? Do I continue to serve the holy emperor, or do I die here? It's your choice, so it would seem."
I think I'll try to post later tonight, it looks like we've reached a point where I can but my head in
Aura sighed, commenting "Sir, with due respect, I have seen astartes armor before, in my first deployment and as I mentioned I was using a Hellgun, not some autogun plinker. It's designed to get through Astartes armor. I will grant you I shouldn't have lived, the marine with the knife should've close the gap before I could blink and the bolter shouldn't have missed. However, I'm afraid I can't offer you any explanation as to why I did the impossible. I fought hard but that's it."
That said, Aura's hands rested comfortably in her lap, and they just happened to be clenched into gauntled fists. A real weapon they were not, however a punch from carapace armor still hurt like all get out. Aura didn't enjoy being treated like a lowly prisoner, especially not because she had done somethin like prevent the summoning of a daemon. Then there was the Interrogator herself, she gave off all the wrong vibes. Every instinct in the veteran's body told her that this woman was nothing but trouble, so she stayed wary.
That said, Aura's hands rested comfortably in her lap, and they just happened to be clenched into gauntled fists. A real weapon they were not, however a punch from carapace armor still hurt like all get out. Aura didn't enjoy being treated like a lowly prisoner, especially not because she had done somethin like prevent the summoning of a daemon. Then there was the Interrogator herself, she gave off all the wrong vibes. Every instinct in the veteran's body told her that this woman was nothing but trouble, so she stayed wary.
Alright, no worries.
I'm still on vacation so I won't be able to reply until saturday
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