~Ashes to ashes~ [Maki]
Apr 1, 2014 16:13:41 GMT -7
Post by Kitana on Apr 1, 2014 16:13:41 GMT -7
“Only a few find the way, some don't recognize it
when they do - some... don't ever want to.”
― The Cheshire Cat
(OOC: Attire and important jewelry worn... Iron Sais... A black broken arrow with the tip covered in cloth rests on her right hip. I have also agreed that though originally Maki's mask is a half mask that in this thread for purposes his mask is a full one. PM if you might interested.)
.::The Cheshire Cat::.
.::The alias most used by the woman known by few as Kitana. An alias known well enough through the rumor mill. Dawning the mask she became for the most part a different person. She embodied the playful cunning nature. Toying with her prey like they were a simple ball of yarn unraveling each string. Feeding on their fear. Making them mad if and when possible. The mind was a fragile thing when the right buttons were pushed. A little hallucinogen didn't hurt to help the process. But with it all she was ruthless when she needed to be to her prey. Tonight was no different for Cheshire. She stalked her deader like a creature of the night. What was a deader you might ask? Hayato Okita; her mentor; coined this term within his field. She, just like he, did not have targets for once a contract was taken the rest of their short lives was a mere formality. A deader was already a limp body. Through the streets a man ran, colliding with folk and knocking over the occasional cart. He stumbled and fumbled, breathing heavily if not completely hysterical. Onlookers stared at him like he was a mad man, moving out his way if they could. They saw nothing, no one chasing. Oh tsk tsk if only they looked to the roof tops to find the figure that used the cover of the lack of moonlight as a shaded cover, coupled with the people's oblivious nature, to run across the rooftops in pursuit. Though it wasn't truly a chase but a mere game of cat and mouse. He was allowed to run. Allowed to think he had gotten away and with him darting down an ally of sorts he surely had that feeling. His heart still raced but even then so he falsely held onto some kind of hope that he truly had escaped Cheshire. Did the mouse really believe he had outwitted the cat? Not this feline, good sir. He peeked his head out to see if she followed, too bad he didn't bother looking up at the horizontal pole that was a just above his current position. Cheshire balanced herself well like a cat, perched in a low crotch watching him. Watching how he tried to succomb to a feeling of easiness::.
.::The Cheshire Cat::.
.::The alias most used by the woman known by few as Kitana. An alias known well enough through the rumor mill. Dawning the mask she became for the most part a different person. She embodied the playful cunning nature. Toying with her prey like they were a simple ball of yarn unraveling each string. Feeding on their fear. Making them mad if and when possible. The mind was a fragile thing when the right buttons were pushed. A little hallucinogen didn't hurt to help the process. But with it all she was ruthless when she needed to be to her prey. Tonight was no different for Cheshire. She stalked her deader like a creature of the night. What was a deader you might ask? Hayato Okita; her mentor; coined this term within his field. She, just like he, did not have targets for once a contract was taken the rest of their short lives was a mere formality. A deader was already a limp body. Through the streets a man ran, colliding with folk and knocking over the occasional cart. He stumbled and fumbled, breathing heavily if not completely hysterical. Onlookers stared at him like he was a mad man, moving out his way if they could. They saw nothing, no one chasing. Oh tsk tsk if only they looked to the roof tops to find the figure that used the cover of the lack of moonlight as a shaded cover, coupled with the people's oblivious nature, to run across the rooftops in pursuit. Though it wasn't truly a chase but a mere game of cat and mouse. He was allowed to run. Allowed to think he had gotten away and with him darting down an ally of sorts he surely had that feeling. His heart still raced but even then so he falsely held onto some kind of hope that he truly had escaped Cheshire. Did the mouse really believe he had outwitted the cat? Not this feline, good sir. He peeked his head out to see if she followed, too bad he didn't bother looking up at the horizontal pole that was a just above his current position. Cheshire balanced herself well like a cat, perched in a low crotch watching him. Watching how he tried to succomb to a feeling of easiness::.
"It amazes me how quickly you can slip into a delusion that you alluded me."
.::She spoke as she had slipped down. The man had no chance to react as one of her sais was plunged deep into his abdomen. There was nothing but the sound of gurgling gasp as she pulled it out stopping back to let him fall onto the ground. She stared down at him through her mask ever so coldly. Bending down she used his sleeve to wipe his blood off her sai. Twirling both of them she resheathed them and headed out the other way of the ally taking the way behind everything where no one truly was. She wasn't too far out of the town before she picked up on some loud commotion. It was so sudden, like a blitz attack. She snapped her head in the direction but didn't bother to make a move. Though it seemed like some group of bandits had stormed into this village with heavy intent on taking it over by force if need be, she saw it not to be her problem. She did what she came to do. She could hear the shouting from both ends. The leader from what she could tell from her distance was declaring his stake on the village. Still the woman wrestled with herself behind the mask. Her hands flexed open and shut. It wasn't her problem. Someone decided to blindly if not foolishly step up to deny the leader what he wanted. Naturally that didn't sit well and he turned his attention to the orphanage near him. Meanwhile thoughts danced in Kitana's mind. Her hometown was subjected to a hostile take by a group of bandits, who had no intention of even keeping the village. They just wanted to take and destroy. It started a slew of events in her life that she could not take back. But still maybe they should be strong enough to defend themselves. Her back turned away as she was almost ready to make the decision to walk away till the man set fire to the orphanage. Kids still presently inside. She heard the cries of the town folk as well as the screams of the children. Again she snapped around with widened eyes hiding behind that Cheshire mask. Anything involving children struck a strong cord within her soul::.
~Cowards.~
.::She growled within her mind as the decision was now made. Unsheathing her sais she found herself running back into the village as they started to attack and set ablaze to the rest of the homes and establishments. Her main concern and goal was getting those kids out, but first she would have to take down a few to get there. Some villagers that were capable of fighting tried hard to face off against the slightly more well equipped bandits. The group wasn't that big but enough for those untrained to deal with. Rushing back in she attacked two that were distracted, dropping them quickly and moving on. She had no intention of fully stopping her motion. Her movements were fluid like water. Flowing from one thing to the next with violent grace::.