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{ o1 video / action for Orlea }
[The man on the feed is looking distinctly pleased with himself as he stares into the camera, a strange glint in his one visible eye and a vulpine smile playing on his lips. Eagle-eyed viewers might notice that the poster behind him appears to have been put up the wrong way round- until they realize that his scarf probably shouldn’t be sticking straight up in the air and, in actual fact, he’s the thing that’s upside-down, not the world around him.
The Ninja is perched on the ceiling of an underpass in both a boast and a cheerfully shameless “screw you” to gravity. No wonder he seems so smug; he’s showing off.]
Some of you might be content to sit around and wait for something to happen but that’s not really my style. [chuckles softly] I’d rather stay sharp and be ready for the storm to hit when it inevitably does. In the meantime, my services are available to anyone who needs them.
[It's been a few months since he was active as a shinobi before a law enforcer and, whilst it hasn't dulled his skills any, even he's surprised by how eager he is to return to that life. Trying to fit back into the role of a peacekeeper and policeman without Soldier somehow feels wrong- or maybe it's just that he doesn't quite trust himself to play nice without his influence keeping him in line.
The Ninja pauses briefly before putting his head to one side, smile broadening to a challenging grin.]
... if any of you can keep up with me, I might just be impressed.
[ooc: Additional action option! The Ninja’s going to be following people around all dayout of curiosity for practice so if your character’s in Orlea they might find themselves with a ninja stalker.]
The Ninja is perched on the ceiling of an underpass in both a boast and a cheerfully shameless “screw you” to gravity. No wonder he seems so smug; he’s showing off.]
Some of you might be content to sit around and wait for something to happen but that’s not really my style. [chuckles softly] I’d rather stay sharp and be ready for the storm to hit when it inevitably does. In the meantime, my services are available to anyone who needs them.
[It's been a few months since he was active as a shinobi before a law enforcer and, whilst it hasn't dulled his skills any, even he's surprised by how eager he is to return to that life. Trying to fit back into the role of a peacekeeper and policeman without Soldier somehow feels wrong- or maybe it's just that he doesn't quite trust himself to play nice without his influence keeping him in line.
The Ninja pauses briefly before putting his head to one side, smile broadening to a challenging grin.]
... if any of you can keep up with me, I might just be impressed.
[ooc: Additional action option! The Ninja’s going to be following people around all day
[Video]
Well now, is this an open challenge to a game of tag? That.. Actually sounds fun.
{ video }
I don't play for fun, I play to win. [a pause] ... but I'll indulge you if you really think you're up to it.
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Intriguing; why does it have to be one way or the other?
And if that is the case, would you also indulge me in a little wager? Perhaps if I manage to capture you, you become my servant for a week?
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[The Ninja stops abruptly, blinking at the girl on the video in surprise. Well. He hadn't expected that.
... what is he so wary of anyway? She's just a kid. As if to try and negate that hesitation, he tosses his head proudly and fixes his smile back into place.]
Interesting. And the same conditions would apply to you if you fail to catch me in say... under half an hour? You seem confident- I wouldn't want to patronise you.
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Is it not?
[And yet.. When he presents his terms, her cheeks pinken.]
Oh my.. Well you are certainly a man who knows what he wants, aren't you? Very well, I shall agree to your terms. Will the field of battle take place in Orlea?
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Not exactly what I meant but I'm standing by it anyway. We can discuss the details when- [not "if", when]- I win. Orlea's fine by me- there's a small park nearby that might suit our needs. This place isn't exactly rich with open spaces like some of the other districts are.
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Of course it isn't~. [Said in a 'wink wink nudge nudge' sort of way.] Very well, I just so happen to be in Orlea today and I believe I know which park you speak of.
Shall I meet you in, say, twenty minutes?
{ video --> action }
[And with that, the feed cuts out. He hasn't got far to go to get to the park but he'd rather get there at least ten minutes before her and get an overview of its layout. It's hardly the match of the century but that doesn't mean he should treat it as anything less than that- besides, any and all practice is worthwhile.
When Kodachi arrives- if she dares- she'll find him balanced somewhat imperiously on the top bar of the swings, arms folded. He just can't help showing off when he gets the chance; hubris has always been his greatest flaw.]
{ video --> action }
[And oops, he showed up fifteen minutes early, which didn't leave Kodachi any time to leave any traps since she arrived five minutes early. And she does (wearing a black cloak) with a surprised expression.]
Oh! .. Am I late?
[She takes a moment to study his body language. He seems to be aiming to impress; yet his expression is stern. Perhaps stroking his ego may lower his guard?]
Wait, what are you doing up there? Aren't you worried about falling?
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I was made to balance on the narrowest of beams and the thinnest of tightropes as a child- this doesn't even scratch the surface of my capabilities. [he laughs] It doesn't seem fair to expect you to match me.
[Alright, he's probably overdoing it a little but it's been a while since he was able to fully flex his ego's metaphorical muscles and if that means indulging in a little hyperbole he'll roll with it. Soldier's so good at keeping him in check that he doesn't often get the chance.]
I'm impressed that you showed up, though.
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apologies for the late reply <3
Np, welcome back!
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Hello, I'm back. @_@
Hey! 8>
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I'm really sorry about how long this took
It's ok; wb! :)
<3
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What are you doing?
[Wait, where did that child come from?
Go go superhuman presence concealment.]no subject
The Ninja's frown turns from annoyed to bewildered- how did a little girl slip past his guard?!- and he skips her question altogether, launching right into his one of his own.]
... how long have you been there?
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[But no, he doesn't seem like he's going to, so she relaxes again. Even though he doesn't answer her question, she replies to his obediently enough.]
Um... Maybe a couple of minutes.
[She had been tailing one of her own marks when she saw him hanging upside down, so naturally that drew her attention.]
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[Her reaction wasn't lost on him either- was she flinching away or preparing to fight?
... why is he even considering that possibility? It's far more likely that he simply got careless whilst he was broadcasting that little message, missed her coming into the underpass and then spooked her by nearly dropping on her head. Perhaps he's just being overly sensitive; there's something uncomfortably familiar about the situation that he can't put his finger on and he's throwing him.
Regardless, his tone softens and he stays kneeling so that he doesn't tower over her.]
You shouldn't sneak up on people like that, kid. [smiles a little] But good job- you managed to catch The Ninja out.
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[She relaxes more when he smiles and his tone softens, though. She doesn't return the smile, but she seems more at ease, and her voice is stronger when she replies again.]
Um...! Sorry. I didn't mean to. [She just didn't think things through when she turned her presence concealment off and spoke. She blinks at him, her expression curious when he introduces himself.] "The" ninja?
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[... it's hard to fixate on the hypothetical when she's so damn cute. Part of him wants to cut straight to the usual "where are you parents" line like he might any other child but he holds back for now; she's already shown that she's certainly not just "any other child".]
That's right- and people call me that because I'm the most important one. What about you, junior? Got a name?
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[She hesitates briefly when he asks for her name. There's a part of her that wants to give him "Assassin" in return, so that she matches him, but she realizes that doing so isn't wise.]
Mm-hm. My name is Rasha.
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Really. I was the strongest of all the fighters in my clan so they made me the leader and then everyone else found out started calling me "The Ninja" too.
[He pauses, then, after a moment's thought, holds out a hand to her.] It's nice to meet you, Rasha. Now, how did you sneak up on me like that? You're not in trouble, I'm just curious.
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[She nods to herself. In fact, she probably understands better than one would expect a child to, seeing as that was more or less the same way the name "Hassan-i Sabbah" was passed on.]
[She edges closer when he offers his hand, only a little shy when she takes it. She's on guard in case you decide to pull any tricks, mister...!]
Uh-huh. It's nice to meet you, too. Um... [Her brow furrows together a little when he asks how she sneaked up on him, and again she has to ponder whether or not it's wise to be entirely truthful.] It's a secret.
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[action]
As a scoundrel and thief with a huge bounty on his head, he has every good reason. In this land the latter doesn't seem to pose as much of a problem, as his history has little meaning to people who don't know it, but his sticky fingers are still a bad habit. At the moment he seemed benign enough, casually strolling around the sidewalks... probably less so as he took his stroll around the perimeter of Orlea's nightclub. The sides of the building, the back entrance, the fire escape, the rooftop, how far away the next building was; he was carefully taking note of all these things.]
{ action } sorry, this is a little late!
Most of his targets have had a specific destination in mind, no matter how roundabout their route might be but this man... he seems content to simply wander without purpose. Maybe he's just a tourist. Or lost. Whatever the case, it has The Ninja following him. It's only as he starts to circle the nightclub that things get more interesting- if he didn't know any better, he might say that his target was scouting out the place.
He moves to the second highest platform on the fire escape, the metal only giving the faintest of shivers as he lands. Right now he's conscious of how vulnerable the daylight makes him; keeping a distance seems wise, at least until he's figured out what he's doing.]
NO ME I'm a slow turtle I'm sorry.
Cobra kept his saunter as slow and casual as possible, alternating between stuffing his hands in his pockets or locking them behind his head. He whistles. He sticks his finger in his ear to clean it out. He does everything to make himself try to appear as uninteresting as possible, hoping his pursuer would get bored and leave, or better yet, become too impatient for their own good.]
Aaaahhhh...
[He rolls his head around his shoulders lazily, subtly using it as another opportunity to try and locate them.]
I've gotta' take a piss. Where's the bathroom?
[Hey, the night club has a back door up that small stoop. He starts to aimlessly bumble towards it.]
wow dreamwidth don't tell me about this reply or anything 8|
... of course, he would decide to go inside. The Ninja's mouth sets into an irritable frown as he watches the man head towards the backdoor. He doesn't particularly want to follow him inside, not when the narrower space might get him caught, but he doesn't want to lose him either. Especially not when he's starting to get the impression that he knows he's being followed.
For now, the only move he makes is to swing down to the lowest level he dares to, the second floor.
Flecks of rust rain down as he lands. Damn it.]
DW stop being a butt
Cobra's hand goes for the doorknob
slowly
and
dramatically.]
Is it here?
[He turns the knob.]
...
[And jgiggles it a little.]
It's locked.
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... of course not. The Ninja's head falls against the metal railings with a faint, dull thunk.
But it's pretty obvious that he's already aware of him and, on top of that, unless this guy makes a habit of describing his movements out loud like an overenthusiastic narrator, he's being toyed with. He could admit defeat and back off gracefully... but he's never really known when to quit.
The Ninja drops down behind him to the sound of his scarf rustling.]
Well, it is a nightclub.